This is something I wrote awhile back, it hasn't been
extremely edited or anything like that, so pardon the errors I know exist,
and enjoy. More will come if I feel like writing on it. It will get
more erotica based in later parts.
The day was winding down as Shelly walked out to her car from the nursing home she worked at. Everything was starting to settle down after the incident which gave the freedom from that needy ex, Jake. Jake had been away on business for just about a week and Shelly had decided to go drinking with some friends. To make a long story short, she slept with a guy she had had the hots for and called to tell Jake the next morning. Acting like she was remorseful and distraught from what happened, Shelly told Jake that it would be best if she called their relationship off. She hadn't heard from Jake sense then, but she knew he hadn't done anything stupid because it would have been all over the small town they lived in. As Shelly approached her car she heard a strange puffing sound and a moment later felt a sharp stabbing sensation in the area of her ass. Almost immediately her head started to spin, lost the grip on her purse and keys and dropped in a heap on the hard earth.
Shelly slowly started to regain consciousness, the throbbing in her head amplified by the incessant buzzing that filled the air. The young woman immediately realized she was naked and bound. Terror coursed through her as she looked around her. The room was small, padded from floor to ceiling and contained no discernable door or windows. Slowly she heard a door open directly above her head. tilting her head back she saw a man dressed in a fine cut, tailor made suit walk in. He wore a leather mask that only showed his strange red eyes, gloves over long, thick fingers and an expensive pair of Italian leather shoes. "Hello Shelly." the man said in a deep gravely voice,” We were so hoping to meet you under more pleasant circumstances, but when We heard that you slept with another man other than Azrael, We knew We would have to get revenge for him. You see, he is our greatest asset and We can't have him being depressed and making mistakes on his next mission, that would just not do.” The man sounded insane, asset, mission? Jake was just a traveling salesman who sold tech for a security firm, wasn’t he?” Listen, I think you have the wrong girl,""Wrong Shelly, Azrael is our best assassin, trained by Us to kill in almost a thousand different ways, you know him as Jake Cabot."
Shelly’s eyes widened as all the little things started to fall into place, the scars that marred his body, when he got really drunk he would start talking in languages he swore he didn’t know when he was sober, the seemingly random trips to cities well outside he supposed work range.” Its all starting to make sense now isn't it. We told him not to date women in the area he lived, but he didn't listen, which his right being the master killer that he is. Now We shall see what it is that he wishes to do with you slut." The mans voice suddenly grew crazy and shrill.” Maybe he will gut her and let Us bathe in her blood, We do miss that so." Sherry’s heart and lungs started working overtime as panic started to overtake her. Jake, Azrael, whoever he was wouldn't surely kill her for cheating on him would he? As her mind raced she barely noticed a shadow fill the doorway, It was Jake Cabot, Azrael, the master assassin for The Guild, come to reek his revenge.
"Mirco, leave me alone with her will you?" Jake asked the masked man.” Of course Azrael, We will. Just let Us know when you will need the room cleaned after your done." The masked man replied in a wistfully sin-song voice as he left and shut the door, it sealing with a hiss." I am sorry if Mirco frightened you Shelly, he was at one time one of The Guilds greatest assassins, but a run in with a particularly feisty target who knew how to wield a ice pick and acid left him deranged and scarred, though he is actually quite harmless now." Shelly opened her mouth to start begging for her life, but Jake stopped her.” Don’t worry Chere, you will not die by my hand or any other hand associated with The Guild. But, you will not be permitted to leave either. You will become a slave for us Assassins of The Guild, serving us as we see fit, working along side our other slaves cooking, cleaning, and pleasuring any one of the men here, Mirco excluded of course, he you only have to make sure he is fed and clothed.” What little warmth in Azrael’s eyes was left, faded, leaving hard, cold blue caverns.” You are to be branded as my stock, trained in the slave ways over the coming weeks by our slavers and then you will be sent to my compound were you will join the other Assassins slaves tending our needs and keeping our compound., are there any questions you have of your Master, Slave?" Shelly nodded her head yes.” Just one. Do you honestly think that you are going to get away with kidnapping me you psychopath?" Shelly growled the words her rage at what he planned to do with her out weighing the fear the situation had caused.” Well Slave, I already have, you see when I took you from the parking lot of your former employer, I had your car driven over the dam on your way home. The search for your body was called off last night at midnight, your mother has declared you dead, so Shelly Green does not exist anymore, only the newest slave to the Assassins of The Guild."
Shelly felt tears stream down her cheek as sobs started jumping from her convulsing throat. If everyone thought she was dead there would be no way of finding her, not unless the government had some way of busting these assassins, and who knows if that would ever happen. As Shelly sobbed, Azrael went over to the door and knocked on the door panel to signal to Mirco to open the cell.” Mirco, call the slavers and tell them to bring the brand and kettle it is time to start the slaves training." She heard Mirco speak his assent gleefully, and then heard his high priced loafers jogging away into the distance.
The day was winding down as Shelly walked out to her car from the nursing home she worked at. Everything was starting to settle down after the incident which gave the freedom from that needy ex, Jake. Jake had been away on business for just about a week and Shelly had decided to go drinking with some friends. To make a long story short, she slept with a guy she had had the hots for and called to tell Jake the next morning. Acting like she was remorseful and distraught from what happened, Shelly told Jake that it would be best if she called their relationship off. She hadn't heard from Jake sense then, but she knew he hadn't done anything stupid because it would have been all over the small town they lived in. As Shelly approached her car she heard a strange puffing sound and a moment later felt a sharp stabbing sensation in the area of her ass. Almost immediately her head started to spin, lost the grip on her purse and keys and dropped in a heap on the hard earth.
Shelly slowly started to regain consciousness, the throbbing in her head amplified by the incessant buzzing that filled the air. The young woman immediately realized she was naked and bound. Terror coursed through her as she looked around her. The room was small, padded from floor to ceiling and contained no discernable door or windows. Slowly she heard a door open directly above her head. tilting her head back she saw a man dressed in a fine cut, tailor made suit walk in. He wore a leather mask that only showed his strange red eyes, gloves over long, thick fingers and an expensive pair of Italian leather shoes. "Hello Shelly." the man said in a deep gravely voice,” We were so hoping to meet you under more pleasant circumstances, but when We heard that you slept with another man other than Azrael, We knew We would have to get revenge for him. You see, he is our greatest asset and We can't have him being depressed and making mistakes on his next mission, that would just not do.” The man sounded insane, asset, mission? Jake was just a traveling salesman who sold tech for a security firm, wasn’t he?” Listen, I think you have the wrong girl,""Wrong Shelly, Azrael is our best assassin, trained by Us to kill in almost a thousand different ways, you know him as Jake Cabot."
Shelly’s eyes widened as all the little things started to fall into place, the scars that marred his body, when he got really drunk he would start talking in languages he swore he didn’t know when he was sober, the seemingly random trips to cities well outside he supposed work range.” Its all starting to make sense now isn't it. We told him not to date women in the area he lived, but he didn't listen, which his right being the master killer that he is. Now We shall see what it is that he wishes to do with you slut." The mans voice suddenly grew crazy and shrill.” Maybe he will gut her and let Us bathe in her blood, We do miss that so." Sherry’s heart and lungs started working overtime as panic started to overtake her. Jake, Azrael, whoever he was wouldn't surely kill her for cheating on him would he? As her mind raced she barely noticed a shadow fill the doorway, It was Jake Cabot, Azrael, the master assassin for The Guild, come to reek his revenge.
"Mirco, leave me alone with her will you?" Jake asked the masked man.” Of course Azrael, We will. Just let Us know when you will need the room cleaned after your done." The masked man replied in a wistfully sin-song voice as he left and shut the door, it sealing with a hiss." I am sorry if Mirco frightened you Shelly, he was at one time one of The Guilds greatest assassins, but a run in with a particularly feisty target who knew how to wield a ice pick and acid left him deranged and scarred, though he is actually quite harmless now." Shelly opened her mouth to start begging for her life, but Jake stopped her.” Don’t worry Chere, you will not die by my hand or any other hand associated with The Guild. But, you will not be permitted to leave either. You will become a slave for us Assassins of The Guild, serving us as we see fit, working along side our other slaves cooking, cleaning, and pleasuring any one of the men here, Mirco excluded of course, he you only have to make sure he is fed and clothed.” What little warmth in Azrael’s eyes was left, faded, leaving hard, cold blue caverns.” You are to be branded as my stock, trained in the slave ways over the coming weeks by our slavers and then you will be sent to my compound were you will join the other Assassins slaves tending our needs and keeping our compound., are there any questions you have of your Master, Slave?" Shelly nodded her head yes.” Just one. Do you honestly think that you are going to get away with kidnapping me you psychopath?" Shelly growled the words her rage at what he planned to do with her out weighing the fear the situation had caused.” Well Slave, I already have, you see when I took you from the parking lot of your former employer, I had your car driven over the dam on your way home. The search for your body was called off last night at midnight, your mother has declared you dead, so Shelly Green does not exist anymore, only the newest slave to the Assassins of The Guild."
Shelly felt tears stream down her cheek as sobs started jumping from her convulsing throat. If everyone thought she was dead there would be no way of finding her, not unless the government had some way of busting these assassins, and who knows if that would ever happen. As Shelly sobbed, Azrael went over to the door and knocked on the door panel to signal to Mirco to open the cell.” Mirco, call the slavers and tell them to bring the brand and kettle it is time to start the slaves training." She heard Mirco speak his assent gleefully, and then heard his high priced loafers jogging away into the distance.
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