The Lesson - Part 1
by Darker
I’ve heard that having fun is a great cure for stress, and that it’s therefore important to find ways of enjoying your work, no matter how hard it might be. Joke with your colleagues. Chit-chat with your clients or customers. Play small pranks and try to look at things in a humorous way. Almost all work can become fun, if you only put a little bit of effort into it. Or at least, so I’ve heard.
It has always been a bit hard for me to take this advice to heart. First of all, I always work alone, and I never, ever meet a colleague – unless something has gone terribly wrong. Secondly, I never meet my clients. They hide behind middle-men, limos with tinted windshields or walls and electric fences. Thirdly, I cannot really discuss my work with anyone. And finally, the people that I actually do meet at work are rarely – if ever – thrilled to see me.
I’m a hit-man. I kill people for a living. As you can imagine from the description above, it does become a little lonely at times. However, as I have found out only recently, it certainly doesn’t have to be boring. You just have to find ways of making it fun, and when I was getting my guns ready that morning, I was absolutely certain that it was going to be a fun day.
I was there. It was a beautiful day. My heart was pumping, as it always does when I’m out on a hit. There was no one outside. Probably classes had already started for most of the girls. I went across the yard to the closest dorm building. I came through a small hall, took the stairs up – so they couldn’t see me as easily through the windows, if anyone would come through the yard – and found myself in a narrow corridor. The stairs continued up, but I decided to sweep the corridor.
I went from door to door, listening for a few seconds at each door. Through the third door on the right, I heard the careless humming of a young girl. I pulled one of my guns from the chest holster as I tried the doorknob. The door slid open. The humming became louder. I had found my first girl.
“Oh my God, what are you doing here?” She gasped as I surprised her in her small room. She was walking towards me, with books in her hand – probably on her way to class – but she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me. She was nice looking; tall, slender, dark skinned.
“Hi beautiful. You just keep quiet and do exactly what I say, and no harm will come to you. Understood?” I lied. She nodded. I smiled at her. “Good girl. Now please be kind enough to remove your clothes.”
She looked a bit confused and reluctant, but I waved the gun suggestively towards her and that persuaded her to cooperate.
“You have a nice set of boobs.” I said appreciatingly. “How old are you, girl?”
“I just turned 18 last week.” She whispered. She had a beautiful voice.
“Congratulations.” I said and gave her another smile. The poor creature didn’t yet know that she had just celebrated her last birthday, but judging by the scared look in her eyes, she was indeed considering that grim possibility.
“Sir, you’re not going to hurt me, are you?” She whispered; her voice shaky. “I’m just a girl, Sir. I never did anything wrong.”
“That’s good, sweetheart. What’s you name?” I asked – I make a point out of knowing the names of all my victims, especially if they are young females.
“I’m Delilah Jameson, Sir.” She sobbed. She had removed her clothes, her young, brown, quivering body standing naked in front of me.
“Delilah Jameson. That’s a nice name.” I said and raised the gun. “I’m sorry that I have to do this, Delilah, but it’s going to hurt a little bit.”
Her eyes grew wide with fear. She was sucking in air, getting ready to scream. I pulled the trigger without hesitation.
*THUD*
The bullet struck the poor creature right in the chest, knocking the air out of her lungs before she could scream. She gasped and tumbled backwards, before she slumped down onto her knees.
“Oh… my… God.” She yammered, her voice wet and drooly, her breathing heavy and laboured. “You… shot… me!”
“Yes, my darling Delilah, and now I’m going to do it again. I’m going to kill you.” I laughed and pressed the gun against her forehead.
“Please… no!” She gasped, her eyes wide and wet with tears.
“OK, if you want to live just a little longer, I would like to see you play with yourself.” I said and nodded towards her sweet, young, clean shaven snatch. “Masturbate, Delilah, come on, sweet girl.”
Delilah masturbated for her young life, while I enjoyed the smell of her body and her fresh excitement. She stared up at me with eyes that were full of fear, pain and a silent prayer. She just wanted to live, the sweet thing. I squeezed the trigger.
*THUD* - *THUMP* - *KLONK*
Three simple sounds, marking the end of a young life: The gun spat out its bullet. The bullet cracked through the front of her skull. Her body collapsed on the floor. I had killed my first schoolgirl, however the contract had specified ‘multiple’ victims. I made my way back into the corridor and continued down it, checking one door after the other. I heard footsteps behind the left door at the end of the corridor.
“Hey, get out of here!” The girl protested as I walked right into her dorm room. Then her eyes widened. She had noticed the gun in my hand.
“That’s right, sweetheart. I have a gun and that means I go wherever the fuck I please.” I said, matter of fact. “And it also means that you start undressing now, or your sweet, young ass is toast.”
“But… but” She stuttered.
“Take it off, you fucking cunt.” I hissed, deciding – just for the pure hell of it – to play it a little tougher than I did with Delilah. That’s one of the ways I find to enjoy my job; to try out new angles on the kill. It didn’t matter much, I figured, since the poor girl was snuff meat from the moment I got my contract, but it gave me no end of pleasure.
“But I can’t just… take it off. Who are you anyway?” The girl insisted.
“Shut the fuck up. You have ten seconds, and if I don’t see your naked tits by then, I’m going to end your fucking life, understood?” I laughed and pointed the gun right at her naked, young belly.
“Sir, please, I’ll do it!” She said, now suddenly an eager beaver, and started undoing her bra.
“That’s better, sweetheart.” I said and gave the girl an appreciating wink. “What’s your name, beautiful, and how old is a pretty young creature such as yourself?”
“My name is Maria. I’m 19 years old.” Maria whispered, her shaking fingers slowly removing her bra, revealing a tender pair of young girl’s tits. Her nipples were perfectly pink and looked almost like little pieces of candy.
“Nice tits, Maria.” I laughed. “Now show me your sweet, young ass!”
“Yes, Sir.” Maria responded and started pulling down her skirt. Then she looked up at me with a determined expression in her eyes. “I don’t know why you are here, Sir, but I was just getting ready for school. I study medicine. I want to become a doctor. I have dreamed of being a doctor ever since I was a little girl and I will do anything to make that dream come true. I’ll do whatever it takes for you to let me live. Do you understand? I’ll do anything, as long as you don’t hurt me.”
“That’s sweet, Maria.” I said, surprised and intrigued by her maturity and her bravery. “What would you propose?”
“As I said, I don’t know why you are here, Sir, but you apparently have a taste in young women, and I can see by the bulge in your pants that you… appreciate me.” She replied, her voice growing more steady and confident. “I could suck you off, if you’d like?”
“You are a bold girl, Maria, but I’m afraid that sex is not the reason for my presence here today. I have a job to do, so I can't really take you up on your offer, tempting as it is.” I said and raised the gun against her now naked body.
“Oh my God!” Maria gasped. “Are you a hit-man?”
“Yes I am, Maria.” I replied. “Now try to be brave. This will hurt like a bitch.”
“No, please!” Maria wailed.
*THUD*
“Oh! You shot me in the pussy!” Maria screamed. “What is the sense in that?! I don’t want to die, but if you’re here to kill me, you could at least do it quick!”
“You surprise me yet again, Maria. You are right, of course. If I was merely here to kill you, I should have shut you in the head. However, I do like to have a bit of fun with my victims, otherwise a job like mine quickly gets trivial.” I mused while I moved the gun back and forth over her body, trying to decide where to shoot her next.
“Either you let me live, or you end it right now, Sir.” Maria said, her voice again brave. “I don’t want to die, but I beg you, don’t humiliate me. At least grant me that final request!”
“You are an amazing woman, Maria. I’m sorry that I’m not going to get to know you better. I’m sure I would have liked you. You are so brave. Most grown men beg for their lives like little bitches when I point my gun at them, but you – a young girl with her whole life ahead of her – put up a brave face. I’m very impressed. Very.” I said, truly meaning every word.
*THUD* - *THUD*
I put a bullet through each of her lungs before she could speak again. I was afraid that she was going to scream or say something to spoil the moment. The impact of the bullets pushed her back, and she fell hard on her ass. I knelt down over her. She tried to say something, but all she managed was a wet gurgle, as blood had already filled her lungs. Tears burst from her eyes, and the fear on her face told me that she had finally lost her moxy. I pressed the gun against her forehead. Her lips shaped a silent prayer. I pulled the trigger.
*THUD* - *THUMP* - *KLONK*
The three familiar sounds - another lifeless girl on the floor.
“Maria, are you ready? We are late!” I heard a sweet voice coming from the hall behind me. I quickly got up and pressed myself against the wall besides the door. A young girl walked through it. She screamed when she saw the naked, lifeless girl lying in a pool of blood on the floor.
“Shut up, bitch, or you’ll end up like that as well!” I hissed and pointed the gun at her for good measure.
“Oh, please don’t kill me!” The girl yelped. “I’m only 18 years old!”
“18? That’s cute. Show me your young pussy.” I laughed. “Now!”
“OK, but please, I beg you, please don’t hurt me!” The lass yammered, while she desperately pulled up her skirt and almost tore off her knickers.
“It’s amazing how all the young girls at this school shave their cunts.” I noted. “I have killed Maria and Delilah, and they had shaved pussies too. What is up with you girls? Are you eating each other or what? I mean, this is an all girl school. Do you get funky together?”
“Oh God, you killed Delilah too? That can only mean… no, please, I don’t what to die!” The girl whined, apparently ignoring my question. “What did they do wrong? What can I do not to end up like them? I’ll be better; I’ll do whatever you say, please, please!”
“You are one hysterical bitch, do you know that? Maria was a brave girl, almost all the way to the very end.” I said and tightened my grip on the gun. “Maria offered to suck my cock, but I still had to snuff her out. What could possibly make you think that I’ll let you live? Why do you think you have a right to live, when she had to die?”
“But look at me!” The young girl screamed as she tore off shirt and her skirt. “Look at my sexy, young body. Don’t you think I’m much prettier than Delilah and Maria? Wouldn’t you just love to play with my young, girly tits and my sweet, smooth cunt?”
“Yes, I do think that you are a delightful young female, and yes, I would love to have a go at that sexy body of yours.” I said and gave her a big smile. “There is just one teensy-weensy little problem with that, my darling.”
“What?” She yelped, eyes wide with fear, staring at the gun that I aimed directly at her naked belly.
“Just because I wish to fuck you, there is absolutely no reason why I should let you live.” I said and laughed. “I might as well fuck you when you’re dead!”
*THUD*
“Oh God, my stomach, oh my God!” The girl howled and tumbled against the wall. Blood gashed from the wound the bullet had torn through her belly-button. “But look at my sweet pussy, don’t you want to feel me wiggle around on top of you while you fuck me? Please, Sir, just give me a fucking chance!”
“You will get none, poor girl. Your life I going to end, here, now.” I said and knelt besides her. “But I love to see a young girl play with her pussy. If you continue, I will allow you a few more minutes of life.”
“Why? Why are you doing this?” The girl sobbed, while masturbating her sweet snatch.
“It’s my job. I’m a hired gun. I kill people for money.” I said, matter of fact.
“But who would possibly want us dead? We are just young girls. We haven’t done anything to anyone!” The girl sobbed desperately.
“I don’t know. I don’t get the details, but I’ve heard that you’ve got a new dean at school.” I said, as I had given it a bit of thought why these poor girls had to die. “I’m guessing that he doesn’t want to play ball with Mr. D. You know, the man who owns this part of town.”
“Protection money?” She whispered.
“Clever girl.” I said and smiled. “Clever girl.”
“But if you’re only here to set an example for the dean, that doesn’t mean that I’m not a specific target, right? Whoever ordered you to do this hit didn’t mention my name!” The girl said, her voice now carrying a weak note of hope. “So you can let me live! You can just walk out of here and kill some other girls!”
“You are really a smart girl.” I said appreciatingly. “However, you are missing one tiny detail.”
“What?” She gasped.
“You have seen my face up close and personal. You have heard my voice. Hell, you have even smelled my cologne.” I said, pointing out the obvious. “Letting you live would be taking a huge fucking risk, and I’m not really a risk taker – unless there is something in it for me.”
“What do you want? Money? I’m Cindy Heyfan! My father is filthy stinking rich! He owns the Heyfan Shipping Company! Jack Heyfan. You must ha heard of him! If you let me live, I’ll make sure you are richly rewarded!” She practically beamed, thinking that her ass was saved.
“I’ve heard of Jack, but I never make a deal unless I get at least half the cash up front. It’s a policy of mine. I could never be sure that you’d actually pay. Maybe you would go straight to the police.” I said and pressed the gun against her left temple. “I’m sorry, Cindy, but it really ends here. Bye.”
“NOOO..!” She started, but never finished.
*THUD*
The bullet went straight through Cindy’s head and spattered a bit of her brains on the doorframe besides her. Her young body stiffened, then twitched violently, before collapsing in a heap on the floor.
If Cindy had come to walk with Maria over to class, probably nobody else were coming for Maria this morning. And if anyone else did come, they would simply think that she had already left, if they found the door locked. I locked the door.
As I said, it’s very important that you find ways to enjoy your work, even if you have a tough one like mine. I pulled Maria over to Cindy, so I would be able to feel both of the young girls’ bodies at once. Now where should I start? What should I fuck first? A pussy, an ass or maybe a mouth? And should it be Cindy or Maria that I penetrated first? Ah, the most delicious choice I’ve ever had to make.
THE END
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