Uniform Stealing Board

The Spa
By Sleepy Abbie and Dogfish
1

The waves murmured in the distance, the early morning sun bathing the exclusive beachside spa with a warm, comforting glow. Outside all was peaceful. Inside, the large number of staff and small number of early clients were feeling even more serene.
Mona glanced at the van's clock and then at her three companions. Pristine white latex hugged the quartet's bodies, revealing their toned, athletic and downright gorgeous figures. Every inch of skin from neck to toe was covered with the slick, gleaming material. She settled her hood in place, the tight gas mask with its tinted lenses giving her an almost alien appearance. Beth, the sadistic, eager young woman beside her was similarly hooded. Jess and Nat's headgear revealed more of their features through the clear full-face visors; Natasha’s large brown eyes sparkled in anticipation.
With another glance at the clock, Mona nodded and the four women jumped from the van, striding purposefully across the parking lot. Reaching the door they confirmed their plan had gone into motion perfectly. The gas cylinders they'd installed late the previous night and activated minutes ago had worked their insidious magic, contaminating the air and rendering everyone inside unconscious or helplessly weak. Easy prey.
Mona, Beth and Nat walked through reception, sweeping past the moaning young woman behind the desk without even acknowledging her presence. They disappeared deeper into the spa. Jess peeled off towards her though. She said nothing, pushing a pawing hand away as she searched the receptionist's desk for the keys. She soon found them and, still ignoring the weak, mewling receptionist, she walked calmly back to the front door and locked it. Only after she had returned the keys to the drawer did she look at the receptionist.
“Amanda,” she said gently, reading the nametag pinned to the red silk blouse, “My name is Jessica. There's been a gas leak and I'm here to clean up,” Her visor gave her voice an ethereal, otherworldly resonance. “I need to check your vitals,” she said, kneeling by the woman's chair.
Amanda was a raven-haired beauty, her red lips perfectly contrasting her pale skin and dark eyes. Her silk stockings whispered as she tried, and failed, to stand.
“Shh,” Jess soothed, “Don't try to move. Let me help.” She smiled warmly and started to unbutton the blouse, as if this it were the most natural thing in the world to do at that moment. Amanda's look of confusion was soon replaced by one of drugged happiness as the cool latex clad fingers slipped her breasts free from her bra. Jess cupped Amanda’s breasts in her gloved hands, squeezing them gently, “Very nice,” she whispered. “Now, let's check those vital signs, shall we?”
The receptionist knew something wasn't right, but the gas was making it so hard to think. She smiled dreamily and pressed her thighs together.
Jess moved her right hand to Amanda's neck, two fingers finding the weak but steady pulse there. She smiled once more and then increased the pressure by a tiny amount. “Just relax,” she said, staring straight into Amanda's half-lidded eyes. “Good girl,” she cooed, her fingers manipulating the pressure point perfectly. Amanda's brain began to shut down as the restricted blood-flow took its toll. Within moments her whole body relaxed completely, her eyes rolling back as Jess took her consciousness from her. Now all that remained was to take her life.
Gently, almost reverently, she lowered Amanda to the floor and pressed her hand to her mouth, pinching her nose shut. The pretty young thing didn't wake. She barely even twitched as her oxygen-starved body began to expire. Jess held her down through her last spasms, idly stroking the dying woman's exposed breasts. Soon Amanda was still. Jess laid her hand on her left breast, feeling for a pulse. Nothing. The first kill of many.

2

Beth moved rapidly and silently down the corridor, bypassing her first intended target, pressing on further into the building, leaving her partner Natasha somewhat confused.
“We’re going the wrong way,” hissed Nat after a moment. She wasn’t sure if Beth’s reply was a sigh of frustration or shushing through the air filters of her mask, but she got the message either way and followed on in silence.
Suddenly Nat heard the sound which had caused the usually implacable Beth to stray from the plan, somebody was calling for help. The sound was coming from the staff room. While Beth knew there was nobody who could provide help from the outside within earshot, the place was very well isolated which was part of the appeal; she knew there were likely to be people sunbathing on the roof, people who might have cell phones. Whoever was making all that noise must be silenced.
The door to the staff room was closed, but unlocked; Beth opened it and stepped inside, no longer even trying to hide. Beth had learned that if you could not be sure to be concealed then it was better not to try, it was easier to convince people you were meant to be in a place if you hadn’t been caught sneaking through it.
Looking around the room it was easy to see why the door was kept closed. While most of the spa was kept immaculately clean the staff room was a different story. A line of old lockers, some sporting dents where employees had taken out their annoyances at clients, took up one side of the room with a shower block at the far end. With a fridge, table and chairs on the opposite side the place seemed to be some sort of hybrid of a kitchen and a changing room, as though the management had considered all the needs of the staff for about five seconds and crammed all those items into one room that badly needing repainting. Beth was looking forward to taking up this matter with the management later, but first she had more pressing matters to deal with. And those pressing matters were wielding a baseball bat.
The girl was the sort of understated yet striking beauty that wouldn’t so much stop traffic as cause a crash further down the road as drivers craned their necks around for a second look. Long soft dark hair tumbled down her back in that way that hair is supposed to but almost never does for most people. It wasn’t her beauty that got the attention of Beth and Nat as they entered the room however, it was the fact that she was perched on top of the lockers like a cat, clinging to a baseball bat which she had used to break a window, through which she was now yelling for help.
Beth and Nat exchanged frustrated glances; they’d taken pains to ensure all the windows were sealed from the outside the previous night, but they hadn’t planned for somebody to react to the gas with that much initiative, or that the person would have a bat handy. A few minutes more and the girl might have tried to climb out.
“Hello!” called Nat, advancing across the room towards the girl. She opted to take the lead because her gas mask had a full face visor, giving her a less sinister appearance than Beth, “Are you all right?”
Beth watched Nat at work, her protégé was learning fast, but it was never easy to bluff somebody out of a corner. Come on too strong and they panic, give them too much space to think and they might get suspicious. To assist in Nat’s deception Beth set about doing her best impression of a caring medical professional. She could see that there was a girl in the white uniform of the spa staff on her hands and knees near the door, awake but just barely, and that past her in the shower area there was a dark skinned woman lying face down on the tiles. She went to the nearest girl first, crouching down next to her.
“I’m fine,” replied the girl from on top of the locker, “How did you get here so fast? I didn’t hear a siren.”
“There was a chemical spill,” Nat lied, reaching the bottom of the lockers, “We didn’t get word this place was even at risk at first, by the time we knew it was too late to get a warning.”
Nat reached up to the girl as if trying to coax a cat out of a tree. Behind her Beth had placed the girl on the floor into a close approximation of the recovery position, still trying to look as convincingly medical as possible.
The girl put down the bat and turned, her legs hanging down from the side of the locker, about to drop into Nat’s arms. Nat looked up at her expectantly; her big brown eyes and wide smile helping her to seem every bit the angelic rescuer.
The girl looked set to drop into her arms, then she paused, and a frown crossed her face.
Even as she’d said it Nat had known her bluff made little sense, why would the air outside have been untainted if there had been a spill outside? It was foolish on its face. She chalked her lack of imagination up to difficulty breathing in the mask and also to the fact that from the moment she’d walked into the room she’d really wanted to do what she was about to do now. Before the girl could voice her doubts Nat moved.
She grabbed the girl’s legs and pulled, hard, dragging her down from the locker with a yelp. She landed badly, having fallen several feet onto the tiled floor, and Nat was on top of her in an instant. Quickly Nat pressed a gloved hand over the mouth of her victim, muffling her cry of alarm as she climbed on top of her.
“That looked painful,” remarked Beth softly to herself as the fight unfolded, before returning her attention to the feebly moaning girl before her. With the need for deception at an end she calmly pulled a polythene bag from her belt and slipped it over the head of the girl, gathering the loose plastic at the bottom in her hand. The girl whimpered as Beth starting to unbutton her uniform.
Before her opponent had even begun to recover from her fall Nat drew back her free hand and punched her in the neck, right on the jugular. The cruel blow sent a wave of disorientation through her, like a brown-out in an electrical system, and the girl relaxed, stunned. Nat smiled and moved her other hand up to the girl’s face, covering both her mouth and nose completely.
Beth ignored the muttered protestations of the girl as she opened up her uniform to reveal her rather unflattering and mismatched underwear, glad that this was one part of the uniform they wouldn’t be stealing. She could see that the plastic was steaming up nicely and starting to get very tight around the girls face as she struggled to get enough oxygen. She moved her other hand up to the girls face and began to softly smooth the air out of the plastic, helping it cling more tightly to her skin, sucking in tightly over her mouth.
“Look at me,” she told the girl firmly, meeting her gaze. As the lack of oxygen really began to take hold she moved her knee onto one of the girl’s hands, pinning it against the hard tiled floor, putting as much of her weight onto it as she could. Though she lacked the breath to cry out Beth could see the girl’s eyes widen with pain, tears welling within. The girl was struggling but only weakly, the gas and the suffocation had taken the strength out of her, she had nothing to fight back with. Beth stroked her prey’s face gently as she ground her knee down harder, watching as the pain and suffocation both reached their crescendo.
Nat, her first victim now finished, walked over to the unconscious girl in the shower. She unwrapped her from her towel and turned her face up, admiring her lovely features as she slept soundly. Seeing that Beth was nearly finished she went into the shower and turned it on for a moment, giving the towel a good soaking and folding it up into a thick wad. She then returned to the sleeping girl and firmly pressed the wet towel down onto her face. She sat next to her and watched the girl’s magnificent chest rise and fall as she inhaled water. Nat smiled as she started to cough and quickly to drown in her sleep. It never ceased to amaze Nat how it was ever possible for people, even sedated, to sleep through their own drowning, but this wasn’t the first time she’d seen it happen.
“Like waterboarding, without asking all those pointless questions,” Beth observed, having completed her kill and wandered over to Nat to watch.
“I wonder if she’s having a wet dream,” replied Nat with a wicked grin as the breathing of her victim slowed to a stop. Nat gave one of the glistening wet boobs a playful slap to check for a response, there was none. She carefully twisted the nipple between her fingers, as if she were tuning in a radio to detect signs of life, still nothing.
“Did you just think of that or were you saving that one?” Beth helped Nat to her feet, “In fact, don’t tell me, I’m just going to hope you’re witty.”
They headed out of the room and silently headed off toward their original target.

3

Jess joined Mona after taking care of the receptionist. The taller woman, her face hidden by the sinister mask, tapped a schedule on the wall, “Two customers in aromatherapy. We'll take them on the way to the pool.” She didn't wait for an answer before heading off down the hallway.
A row of doors lined the corridor outside their destination, each one leading to a different treatment room. They were all locked, the ‘vacant’ sign revealed, except the one at the far end. Mona opened it and stepped inside, Jess following close behind.
Three women took up most of the space. All were conscious, to a degree. A vision of perfection looked up at the rubber-clad pair from her position at the foot of one of the massage tables. Her white uniform was fresh and spotless, her dark hair pulled back in a tidy, professional style. Subtle make-up enhanced her beauty. She tried to speak.
Mona ignored her, turning her attention to the two women lying face-up on the massage tables, eyes open but blank. She was about to approach when Jess laid a hand on her arm.
“I'll deal with these ones,” she said. Mona shrugged and knelt beside the aromatherapist.
The two customers didn't react when Jess moved to stand between them. She appraised each and confirmed her suspicions: hypnotised by the aromatherapist. She didn’t know why this has been done, perhaps the aromatherapist was running a scam on the side, or perhaps simply putting the customers under was easier and more effective than actually doing her job, but whatever the reason Jess was impressed. She'd used the technique herself, finding it very useful in obtaining information before quietly eliminating her foe.
“Can you hear me,” she whispered, bending low between the two women.
“Yes,” they answered in unison.
Jess smiled and turned her attention to the girl on her left. She was blonde, the black one-piece swimsuit rising and falling slowly with each breath, her small perky breasts a pleasing contrast to her busty friend. The assassin reached out, fingers tracing slow, gentle circles on the blonde's temples.
“Relax,” she soothed, leaning close, “Just let your body go limp and loose for me. Let the strength leave your body, taking your conscious mind with it. Breathe in and out, letting out all that strength and energy and free will. Good girl...Relax...Relax...Sleep.” Jess reached up and gently closed the blonde's eyes. She sighed and slid into a deep trance, completely oblivious to the outside world.
“Good girl,” Jess whispered in her ear. “Deep asleep now, where nothing can disturb you. Deeper and deeper. Now open your eyes but remain deeply asleep.”
A pair of blue eyes slowly fluttered open, vacant and glassy. “Take this,” Jess said, taking a length of rubber tubing from her belt and pressing it into the blonde's hand. “Stand up,” Jess commanded, her voice suddenly firm and authoritative. The blonde obeyed, allowing Jess to guide her into standing at the head of her friend's massage table.
“Now, when I touch your forehead I want you to take the tubing and wrap it twice around your friend's neck. Then you will pull hard and your muscles will lock in place, like steel, until I tell you to stop. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” Jess smiled a sweetly wicked smile and gazed down upon the other woman.
Mona, meanwhile, was dealing with the therapist. She freed the woman's hair, shaking it free and ignoring the pathetic protests. Then, breath hissing through the filters in her mask, she ripped her top open, sending buttons skittering away into the corners of the room.
“You little minx,” she remarked upon seeing the designer silk bra and panties and lace-top stockings. “So little Miss Prim-and-Proper is a dirty girl, is she?” Mona slid a hand inside the silk panties. The aromatherapist drew in a sharp breath and nodded dreamily. Mona withdrew her fingers, pushing the glistening glove into the half-naked woman's mouth. She licked hungrily.
It took very little manipulation for Mona to shift forward, wrap her legs around the woman's body and start to squeeze. Her mouth gaped open at the sudden pressure and Mona withdrew her fingers, only to use them to yank the bra down to reveal full breasts, nipples erect. “Slut,” she teased, increasing the pressure with her thighs.
Jess gently lifted the second woman's head up, her glazed eyes barely acknowledging the presence of the killer. The customer was blonde, her dark roots betraying her natural colour. The tan was all natural, though. “Just relax,” Jess said with a merciless smile. She reached out and tapped the standing woman's forehead and watched as she mindlessly began to garrotte her friend.
The act was enough to break the busty blonde's trance but the gas was still working its magic and Jess simply had to grab her wrists and hold tight as the woman's eyes bulged. Her face turned red, mouth hanging wide, tongue protruding, drool slipping down her chin. Jess glanced up at the programmed killer, seeing no recognition in her eyes at all. It was enough to get her very worked up. She felt her victim start to relax, this time thanks to death rather than drugs. A few gentle spasms rippled along her body, pulsing over the tight black swimsuit in pleasing little waves.
Mona had added her arms to the crushing embrace now, squeezing with every powerful muscle in her body. Even without the gas the smaller, weaker woman would have been helpless. As it was she simply pawed at Mona's back, fingers slipping over the smooth second skin. Mona could hear the woman's involuntary gurgles and groans and felt something click beneath her arms - probably a vertebrae popping out of place.
Jess's first victim was dead now - eyes even more vacant than before. She checked for a pulse and found none. The girl’s head hung against the rubber garrotte. Jess moved in behind the standing, hypnotised woman and spoke one word: “Stop.” She released her grip and Jess watched the head drop back with a soft thump against the table.
“Sleep,” Jess whispered and the entranced woman went limp, eyes closing with a sigh, falling into Jess's arms. She lowered her, covering her mouth with her hand and looking over to Mona.
The powerful agent was disentangling herself. The aromatherapist was ragdoll limp, her body moving in sympathy with her killer's movements. Eventually Mona let the body fall back and Jess could see the wide eyes and blue lips that signified a successful suffocation. Mona stood and Jess knew she was smiling beneath the mask. She stretched languidly while Jess finished off her second victim, holding her hand in place long enough to make sure this was one trance the unfortunate blonde would never wake from.

4

Beth and Nat retraced their steps swiftly to the stairs leading up to the roof, where the sunbeds were set up. They knew thanks to their earlier reconnaissance that there were two targets up there and they also knew that unless those targets had popped downstairs for any reason in the last few minutes they would be unaffected by the gas inside. Moving up the stairs the pair noted that the bar area leading onto the roof was deserted; the sliding door to the outside was open.
They crept forward, their feet making no sound at all on the soft carpet. They reached the door, crouching on either side of it as they spotted their targets on the sunbeds.
To the left of where they hid they could see a lightly tanned redhead laying on her front on a flat sunbed, her head was turned away from them and she seemed to be asleep. In front of them they saw a second occupied sunbed, angled to get the best possible amount of sun, and thus with its back to them. All they could of the occupant was a pair of feet with brightly painted pink toenails, the girl lying on her back. As they watched, a slender arm came into view, to place an almost empty drink onto a nearby table. A long, elegant finger lingered on the rim of the glass, running along the edge, the long fingernail flawlessly manicured in the same pink shade as the toes.
Beth motioned towards the redhead on the left and then began to crawl forwards on all fours towards the sunbed in front of her. The white rubber covering her lithe body shone in the sunlight though she made no sound, covering the ground slowly. As she moved Nat also broke cover, copying her comrade’s style of movement and heading towards the redhead. The gentle sound of the waves and the warm sun had lulled the two sunbathers but even the most alert security expert would have struggled to hear the two women approach.
Beth reached the target, taking an educated guess from the way that the figure was absently stroking the glass on the table that she was looking over at the red head. As she got closer she got a better look at her, taking note of the unnaturally large yet perky breasts, the perfect nose, bottle blonde hair and tanned yet unblemished skin. The girl was a walking cosmetic surgery brochure, but she wore it damn well. Beth could see that the girl was topless, and her guess had been right, the blonde was gazing longingly over at the redhead.
Just at the moment that Nat, approaching the redhead, entered the blonde’s line of sight, Beth struck. Reaching around the sunbed she grabbed the girl with both hands, one across her mouth, the other under her jaw, so that not only was her mouth covered she couldn’t open it. The girl let out a slight, “Mmph!” sound, but then went silent. Her hands moved up to her face, feeling Beth’s gloves as if trying to what they were made of, not resisting, merely exploring.
Nat watched that all happen as she reached the redhead. She then saw, to some frustration, that her stealth had been somewhat excessive, as her target was wearing earphones for a tiny MP3 player and probably wouldn’t have heard her coming if she’d been on horseback. In mild frustration she simply grabbed the girl by the shoulder, rolled her over quickly onto her back and pressed a finger firmly against her glossy peach-coloured lips. Taken completely by surprise like this she was too shocked even to cry out as Nat tugged the earphones off her and smiled triumphantly.
The redhead really was stunning, dressed only in a pair of shiny green bikini briefs and a big pair of sunglasses that gave her a sort of bug-eyed alien look.
“Wow,” said Nat, impressed, “I think I’m going to enjoy this.”
“Enjoy what?” the girl said indignantly. Nat ignored her question and grabbed her by the throat, pressing down hard on her windpipe with her thumbs. She pushed forward, climbing onto the sunbed atop the gasping girl, whose attempts to scratch and strike her were proving ineffectual as her hands couldn’t find purchase on her rubber clad opponent. Nat pressed against her victim, wrapping her legs around one of her thighs and grinding against her, bouncing up and down on the sunbed which groaned under the strain.
At the other sunbed, seeing the fate of the redhead, the blonde tried to make a break for it. It was a short lived effort however, Beth’s grip was strong and though the polished latex looked almost completely frictionless there was no escape. Beth shushed the younger woman again, moving her hands so that between them they created a complete seal over her mouth and nose, pulling her head back against her chest. She held the girl firmly, directing her gaze to the other sunbed.
“Relax and watch,” said Beth gently, “You might like it.”
Nat bounced and squeezed harder, watching with glee as her victim turned dark red, her moist pink tongue protruding slightly from her mouth. She had an almost overwhelming urge to kiss her and mentally cursed her mask for preventing it. The frustration gave even more strength to her hands as she heard the cartilage start to give way beneath her thumbs.
As Nat completed her kill Beth moved her hand slightly to allow the blonde another breath, just enough to keep her ticking over. She watched as Nat slowly lowered the body to the sunbed, the sunglasses still in place, and then walked back to her, visibly trembling with a mixture of arousal and adrenalin. She was breathing hard, savouring the giddy feeling she got from the mask not quite giving her enough oxygen for such exertions.
“She was nice,” sighed Nat happily, “How’s things with Pornstar Barbie here?”
“I think she’s about ready for her nap,” Beth allowed the limp girl another small breath.
“Aw, they’re so sweet when they can’t breathe,” crooned Nat.
Beth adjusted her grip, no more breathes of air for her victim. Nat watched her as the girl began to struggle, enjoying the futility of the blonde’s efforts. It didn’t take long for the struggles to cease and for Beth to let the body slump back on the sunbed.
With the girls dispatched Beth and Nat quickly dragged the bodies into the building, piling them on top of each other behind the bar.
“Time to have a word with the management,” said Beth grimly as they headed off back down the stairs.

5

The sounds of splashing and murmured voices filtered through the door into the tiled anteroom where Mona and Jess stood. Their masks removed the tang of chlorine from the air. Two bags sat in the corner, clothes neatly folded on top. At a nod from Mona the pair of agents moved forward, opening the door to reveal a small, warm room with a sunken pool in the middle.
Two women were in the water. A blonde was half out, pawing at the slick floor trying to escape the pool fully. In the pool a brunette was trying to pull herself out of the water but she was panicking and flailing and as much as she struggled she could not manage it. A small blonde in a skimpy bikini was trying to help the brunette and complaining at her to calm down. The bikini-clad blonde looked up as the two figures appeared.
“Help us!” she said, angrily pulling her arm away as the brunette grabbed it and almost pulled her into the pool.
Mona flicked a hand towards the blonde who had managed to beach herself half out of the pool and then advanced on the other pair. Jess quickly moved to the blonde, kneeling and grabbing her under the arms, hauling her all the way out. She turned her onto her side, patting her back to help her cough up the water she'd swallowed.
The brunette looked up hopefully as Mona reached the edge of the pool. The tall, imposing woman stood a moment, hooded head moving slowly from one woman to the next, the lenses reflecting rippling water. Then, decision made, she sat down on the edge of the pool next to the brunette. She calmly shoved her back into the water, ignoring the surprised blonde. Though drugged the brunette was a strong swimmer and she tried to surface again, but Jess was not allowing it. She clamped her rubber boots against the woman's neck to hold her in a solid grip, forcing her down under the surface and squeezing. Her eyes went wide, her face mere inches from the air above, hands clawing at the slick rubber encasing Mona's legs.
The blonde next to her reached out, pulling at Mona's shoulder. At first the sinister figure seemed to ignore her but then the head turned as if acknowledging her presence for the first time. There was a pause, a moment of calculation, and then Mona's hand lashed out, her open palm connecting with the blonde's chest, just above the shiny material covering her left breast. The woman tried to speak but no sound came out, instead she slumped forward, caught by Mona as she landed in her lap. Her eyes were bulging, just like the drowning brunette's. Mona dragged her across her lap, her hand now moving between the blonde's legs.
The second blonde saw nothing of this, Jess being sure to keep her attention focussed on her. A warm smile here, a lingering bit of eye contact there, the blonde was putty in her hands. “Can you breathe?” she asked, smoothing wet hair away from her face. The woman nodded, still coughing but now looking much less panicked. Jess continued her examination, noting the dilated pupils and slow muscular response. The gas had done its work, but not nearly as effectively as the therapy room.
“You're going to be OK,” Jess lied, her friendly smile reinforcing the trust between the two. She reached into a pouch at her belt and took out a small silver disc, peeling a plastic coating off one side. She tilted the woman's head and pressed the disc just behind her ear, where it stuck.
“What's that?” the woman tried to sit up but Jess gently pushed her back down.
“It's an experimental device,” the cute killer explained, “Once it reaches body temperature - in about twenty seconds - it'll deliver a thirty thousand volt charge directly to the brain stem. Don't worry; it's a painless way to die.” She smiled again and cut off the blonde's struggles by yanking down the straps of her swimsuit, trapping her arm and revealing her pert breasts.
The brunette was dead. Mona held her under effortlessly but she wasn't struggling anymore and even through the rippling reflections of the water her blank stare was clear to see. The blonde was almost dead too, she just didn't know it yet. Mona worked the woman's pussy with practiced fingers, rubbing her through the shiny bikini briefs. Her blow to the chest had caused cardiac arrhythmia, interrupting the flow of blood around her body. As her expert ministrations elevated the blonde's arousal the extra stress on her body would cause her to arrest. The purple tinge to her lips told Mona it was working.
She stared down, detached, calculating and evaluating the status of her helpless victim. She saw the blonde's eyes widen, felt her body tense, the thighs clamping together. There was the familiar look of pleasure as endorphins flooded her system at the start of her orgasm and then the even more familiar look of pain and fear as her heart simply shuddered to a halt. Her death throes and twitches of ecstasy mingled, inseparable from each other. The blonde gurgled, reaching up towards her killer but only managing to gently paw the masked face before her body went suddenly limp.
Mona pressed two fingers to the blonde's throat. The weak pulse fluttered and faded. She regarded the corpse in her lap for a moment, taking in the beauty of the woman in a way she hadn't noticed before. She shrugged and pushed the limp body away before reaching down and hauling the brunette out of the pool, water cascading from her body.
“What?” the blonde beneath Jess suddenly came alive with fear, that fear lending her the strength the gas had taken away. She squirmed and bucked her hips but Jess was straddling her now and it was amazing how effective a swimsuit was at pinning her arms.
“Ten seconds sweetie,” Jess said happily, pinching one of the exposed nipples.
“No, please. Somebody help!”
“Everyone else is dead,” Jess explained patiently, looking over to where Mona was dragging the two bodies towards a store cupboard at the back of the room.
“Please, please don't do - ungh.” There was an electric crackle and the blonde spasmed viciously, going cross-eyed before relaxing beneath Jess. The killer smiled, patting the woman's face.
“Eighteen seconds,” she remarked, “Close enough.” She jumped to her feet and grabbed the blonde's legs, dragging her across to the pair of bodies Mona had stashed.
“It worked then,” the taller woman said as Jess arranged the body atop the other two.
“I told you it would, but the timing was a little off.”
“You and your gadgets,” Mona said, a hint of exasperation in her voice but Jess could tell she was smiling beneath the hood. She closed the door to the store cupboard and followed her partner out of the room.

6

The door to the offices stood open as Nat and Beth arrived and they walked in boldly, knowing that, if anybody was awake and aware in the room that they’d never be able to sneak past them given the single entry point. They spotted both of the occupants immediately, one, a brunette with her hair in a neat ponytail, slumped at her desk the other, a pale girl with jet black hair, collapsed on the floor, beyond these two gatekeepers was the manager’s office, the door firmly closed. While the girl behind the desk was quite conservatively dressed in a grey skirt suit and white silk blouse the other girl wore a short leather skirt, a red tank top and a pair of knee length boots. Nat took an immediate liking to these and decided she would deal with their owner.
The girl on the floor was struggling to remain conscious, or close to it, as she crawled towards her desk, under which was her bag. As she saw the two women enter the room she breathed a sigh of relief and rolled over onto her back, content that she was about to be rescued.
Nat approached her quickly and knelt next to the girl near her head, “Don’t worry,” she said, “We’ve come to help.” The girl smiled up at her in relief as Nat gently took her wrist and pretended to check her pulse. Nat studied the girl’s face intently; she had beautiful soft skin, almost deathly pale, with elegantly lined bright blue eyes and full lips sporting black lipstick. It was the first time Nat had seen anybody pull off such a gothic look so successfully.
“What’s happening?” asked the black haired girl sleepily, “Are you going to take us out of here?”
“Something like that,” replied Nat, beaming at the girl through the visor of her mask as she began to examine her. To the unfortunate girl it seemed as though this must be some sort of necessary medical check as Nat prodded and squeezed her, but she wondered why it was making her feel strange, as though her limbs were getting heavier.
Behind the desk the brunette turned and looked at Beth as the other assassin approached. She smiled, relieved at the thought of rescue, as Beth crouched down next to her.
“I’m here to help you,” Beth said calmly, meeting the girl’s eyes. As she spoke she pushed a hand gently but insistently up under the girl’s skirt between her legs. She felt her hand brush over the top of stockings on the way up before she reached the top and began to stroke the front of the girl’s lacy underwear with her fingers. The movement was so abrupt and bold that the girl couldn’t think of an appropriate response. Her eyes widened in alarm, her gaze still held by Beth.
“I’m here to help you,” repeated Beth, more quietly this time, her fingers stroking more firmly now and her eyes twinkling behind the mask.
The girl looked as if she was intending to reply, but though her mouth opened a little no words came out. Beth shushed her gently, moving her hand up to the girl’s face via her belt, slipping an object from one of the pockets as she went. The object was a small black rubber ball on the end of a narrow rubber tube, with a tiny valve and red squeeze pump on the other end.
Nat’s swift examination of the other girl had yielded an interesting find, some puncture wounds on the left arm, suggesting some sort of injection. She had also learned that the girl had amazingly shapely legs and that her breasts, while big, were extremely pert, and that she had sensitive nipples. While learning all this had been enjoyable for her, she had also used the free reign over the girl’s body to work on some pressure points, pressing her fingers in firmly, interfering with the flow of blood, with the result that the girl’s limbs began to feel exhausted, leaden.
“What are you doing?” asked the girl dreamily.
“Just checking you out,” replied Nat airily, noticing that on the other side of the room Beth was in control of her target, “It’s very important that you keep still.” She moved her hands to the side of the girl’s neck and firmly kneaded the muscles with her thumbs, soothing and wearying them in the same way as she had her arms and legs.
“Doesn’t that feel better?” she asked, smiling again, brushing a few strands of hair away from the girl’s face. The gothic beauty tried to nod, frowning as it dawned on her just how difficult it had become to move her head.
“I just have one more thing to down check here,” continued Nat in her friendly, business-like manner, climbing onto the girl, her knees on either side of her torso, facing towards her feet, “And then…” She scootched herself back a little way, pressing her smooth, latex clad backside down onto the mouth and nose of the girl.
“You’re all done,” she said finally, wiggling her bottom to get comfortable.
Beth continued to use her hand on the brunette under her skirt, in combination with the gas it was keeping her victim nice and docile. While she did that she fed the rubber ball into the unresisting mouth of the girl, pushing it to the back with her fingers.
“Swallow,” she commanded, holding the pump hidden in the palm of her hand as the girl did as she was told, believing this to be some sort of medication. The ball was difficult to get down, and it didn’t go all the way, it caught in her throat on the end of the tube.
“Swallow it,” repeated Beth, squeezing the tiny pump in her palm, “It’s good for you.”
The girl began to choke, her face reddening as Beth made soothing noises and gave the pump another squeeze.
“Is something wrong?” she asked tenderly, giving the pump yet another squeeze, “Let me help you.” She rubbed the girl’s neck firmly, as if trying to help the device down. The girl opened her mouth and tried to push Beth away, but Beth was much stronger and between the gas and her current situation the girl was utterly overmatched. As the struggles became more violent Beth sat on the girl’s lap, holding her in place as she expired quietly.
A swift glance to her side showed that Nat was achieving similar results. Her victim was motionless beneath her, even her moans for help had ceased. Meanwhile Nat was rummaging through her victim’s bag, which she had found in reach under the table next to her.
“What are you up to?” asked Beth, ignoring the death throes of her captive now.
“I want her lipstick, I think it’d look good on me,” Nat retrieved it, and then saw something else in the bag, a small black case with a syringe and some phials in it. She pocketed them.
“What have you got there?” Beth asked, her victim spasming beneath her one last time.
“Not sure, my guess it’s whatever she sticks in her arm for fun while she thinks nobody can see the holes, I think her boss should see this.”
“I agree.”
Beth stood up first, leaving the device, which she had named the Frog, still trapped in the girl’s gullet, just to be on the safe side. Nat followed and they approached the office door.
“Ready?” asked Nat.
“Ready,” replied Beth, and they went into the manager’s office.

7

Heat blasted from the sauna, almost a physical presence when Jess opened the door, coating her latex suit with a thin layer of shimmering moisture. Along with the heat came an unconscious woman who had been leaning on the door, damp black hair clinging to her face, her body wrapped in a fluffy white towel. Jess bent and dragged the prone figure away while Mona moved inside. A second woman was struggling to stay conscious just inside the heavy door. She looked up expectantly at the ethereal figure, steam swirling around her. Mona ignored her. She'd spied two other women in the corner and beneath her mask a wicked smile formed.

“Please...” the woman said reaching out, her fingers brushing Mona's leg as she swept past.

Jess appeared beside her in a flash.

“It's OK,” she said, helping the woman to her unsteady feet and taking her from the room. “There's been a gas leak.” She eased her into a sitting position against the corridor wall.

The woman was naked so Jess could tell she was a natural blonde. Her blue eyes were clouded, her face unnaturally pale.

“You need oxygen,” Jess told her, unhooking a small canister and plastic mask from her belt. The mask covered the blonde's mouth and nose and she gently put it in place, hooking the elastic round her head and twisting the valve on the cylinder. “Deep breaths,” she said, nodding encouragement.

The blonde eagerly complied and only after the second breath did she realise something was wrong. It was too late by then. The concentrated sleeping gas took her under its spell. Jess watched her frightened eyes close and her body relax and left the mask in place. The girl would receive a fatal dose within minutes.

Mona approached the two naked brunettes she had spotted, seating herself next to them on the narrow bench and effectively trapping them against the wall. One of the women had her face resting on her partner's thigh. It didn't take a genius to work out what they'd been doing before the gas cooled their passions.

“Please, continue,” Mona said, her voice echoing from her tight mask. She placed a strong hand on the nuzzling woman's head and pressed her face into her lover's crotch. “Good girl,” she cooed. Mona’s other hand clasped firmly over the second woman's mouth and nose, the moist latex glove forming a perfect seal. “I wonder if you'll cum before you die,” she mused.

There was very little struggle. Hands flapped helplessly - mostly at thin air. Eyes widened, legs kicked, muscles trembled. A few weak grunts and squeaks were all the pair could manage. It was nothing Mona hadn't heard before. She pressed down harder, jamming her first victim's face deeper into her writhing partner's sex. There was a tremor and Mona's expertise and experience identified it as the first stirrings of sexual ecstasy rather than the final moments of a young life. Soon the two conflicting actions melded into one, both women shuddering, mewling, spasming.

They expired together, both bodies relaxing with a sudden resignation, eyes rolling back. Mona held both for a few moments, making sure of her kills with grim satisfaction.

While Mona was taking care of the two lovers Jess was making sure the unconscious woman never woke up. With the blonde slumped by the door, gas mask firmly in place, she knelt down and lifted the sleeping woman's head. Full lips parted with an involuntary sigh and Jess felt a strong pulse at her throat. Well, she could certainly sort that out. The young assassin liberated a syringe from a belt pouch, pulled the plunger back and inserted the needle with surgical precision just below the heart. She depressed the plunger, pumping air into the helpless woman's bloodstream.

The spasms were surprisingly violent and Jess had to hold her victim down until she surrendered to the inevitable, drool sliding from the corner of her mouth. Jess dragged her against the wall before entering the sauna to see if Mona had finished with her targets. She wasn't prepared for what she saw.

Two young women lay on a bench behind Mona in a parody of sexual bliss, lips blue and bodies slack. In front of Mona an Amazonian woman with rippling muscles and long, straight dark hair was advancing. Jess had seen her on the floor as the sauna door opened. Clearly the gas hadn't taken much of a toll on her strong constitution. She had adopted a kick-boxing stance and from the way she threw the first punch she was obviously not a beginner.

She wasn't a highly trained killer either, though. Mona swayed out of reach of the punch and stepped forward, blocking an attempted knee before delivering a blow of her own to the woman's muscular thigh. She stepped back, suddenly unsteady. Jess took her chance. She may have been no match for the sheer physicality of her target but she had the element of surprise and she had skill and knowledge too. She put all of that to good use.

The first the Amazon was aware of Jess was when a solid jab landed on her right bicep, numbing the arm instantly. She tried to turn but Mona's strike had weakened her stance and before she could face Jess two more blows struck pressure points on her right thigh and left arm. Then Jess brought her knee up hard onto the woman's left thigh and she dropped to her knees, limbs numb and useless.

Jess smiled sweetly while the woman gasped in shock and desperation. The smile turned to a mocking sneer. Mona stepped up behind the kneeling fighter, grabbed her head and snapped her neck with one twist of her powerful arms. The dull crack of shattering vertebrae was swallowed up by the thick steam and Mona released the body, allowing it to topple to the floor.

“Amateur,” she hissed, shaking her head.

There was a cleaning cupboard at the end of the hall. It took some effort but very soon all five bodies were stashed inside. Mona checked the clock as the last of the corpses was laid out. They were ahead of schedule and wondered if the other pair had kept up.

8

The manager’s office was clean and not particularly welcoming, designed to be intimidating for the staff and a safe haven for the boss, with a large desk and a very shiny new computer. It was this computer that had been the downfall of the spa, as hacking the climate control software that ran the air conditioning system had been vital in distributing the gas.
Behind the desk the manager herself dozed. She was an attractive, stern looking woman in her late thirties. Her long ash blonde hair was loose and her head was nodding forwards, as though she had planned to take a long morning nap. She wore a conservative grey suit with a neat silk blouse and a little too much makeup as she fought a rear-guard action against her approaching forties.
Nat loaded the syringe from the phial which she had taken from the gothic looking girl in the previous room and walked over to the desk. The manager didn’t acknowledge her, the room was not particularly well ventilated and the gas had concentrated her, leaving her out like a light. Nat took one of the manager’s arms, turned it over so the hand was palm upward, and then injected her in the vein. The manager moaned almost immediately, writhing slightly in pleasure.
“Do you even know what’s in that syringe?” asked Beth, ignoring both women and making a beeline for the computer.
“No idea,” replied Nat, “Looks like she’s enjoying it whatever it is.”
“Reckon it was a lethal dose?” Beth brought up the climate control software and began to run the air conditioning system on full power to purge the tainted air from the building. The place was going to get pretty cold, but at least they’d be able to breathe again.
“Not immediately,” Nat watched the manager as she smiled in her sleep, rubbing her thighs together.
As the air conditioners hummed into life Beth shifted her attention from the computers to the two women. The drug seemed to be having a potent effect on the sleeping manager, causing Nat to wonder just what it was, and if she could get herself some.
“Drugs are bad,” said Beth after a moment of watching, “You should punish her for enjoying herself so much.”
“I agree,” replied Nat hastily, making a mental not to hang onto the phial for later analysis. She reached over to the manager and carefully placed a hand on her mouth, pinching her nose delicately with the fingers of the other hand, the latex gloves forming an immediate perfect seal. With the subject unable to resist the effect was almost immediate.
“That ought to do it,” said Beth, casually moving behind Nat, watching the manager impassively over her shoulder. She absently raised a hand up under Nat’s arm, sliding it gently across her breasts, seeking out one of her comrade’s nipples through the soft white latex of her catsuit and rubbing it with her fingers. Nat trembled a little, but managed to remain focussed on her task, dispatching her prey as dispassionately as she was able.
“You can’t put me off,” she said finally, as the woman in her grip stopped breathing.
“If I wanted to put you off, believe me, you’d be off,” replied Beth matter-of-factly, stepping away to head back into the lobby, “You’d melt like a snowball in a sauna.”
Nat laughed and hoisted the dead manager out of her chair, carrying her over her shoulder to the cold storage area at the back of the spa where the bodies were being stashed.
The team worked quickly, collecting up the corpses from their work, dropping them off in storage and finally, when all the bodies were cooling nicely, stripping those that were still clothed to their undergarments and helping themselves to anything that took their fancy for the next phase of the plan, where they were to be disguised as staff.
While they worked the air conditioners cleaned the air, so that by the time they were finished they were able to remove their gas masks. They then headed to the staff room to get dressed, ready for the afternoon’s scheduled visitors.

9

The gigantic stretched limo might almost have qualified as a bus by some measures. By weight it was more of a tank however, the chassis, windows and bodywork of the huge machine having been armoured against bombs and bullets. An outrider on a motorcycle preceded it as it swept into the parking lot like some great black ship.
Doors opened at the front and rear, disgorging a handful of very serious looking bodyguards and behind them a veritable horde of immaculately groomed young socialites. From the vacant to the vicious this collection of ultra-privileged young women all had one thing in common, their connections to a certain corporate cartel; they were heiresses, trophy wives, mistresses, lovers and some even operators in their own right. To have them gathered together like this was a rare opportunity, an opportunity deemed rare enough to justify not only sending Mona, Beth, Jess and Nat to eliminate them, but to wipe out the staff and patrons of a spa just to prepare the trap.
The trap itself was well prepared. The group knew they had the run of the place and that only a small team of the most trusted members of staff would be on hand to tend to their needs. As the girls and their security detail dispersed throughout the premises the four agents, dressed in uniforms borrowed from the deceased employees, would seek them out and dispatch them.
Nat watched the group pass through the lobby where she was posted as receptionist. It was hard to count the number of targets and guards, she reckoned at least a dozen, but they were so noisy and irritating and animated that she couldn’t be sure if she counted some twice or missed a few. Either way she felt sure the world wouldn’t miss them, but she tended to think that way about everybody.

10

Once the main group had finished passing through it the lobby had an air of quiet tedium about it. Two guards had been stationed here and it was clearly the worst assignment to have, standing around in a building that was closed to the public with nothing to do whatsoever. Not that babysitting a small horde of pampered brats was the job of choice for any self-respecting security operative, but this was bordering on the menial.
Nat seated herself behind the reception desk and picked up a gossip magazine pretending to read. She had changed into the uniform dresses of one of the spa workers, spotless and crisply pressed. The sleeves were short, as was the skirt. She’d taken the shiny black knee-length boots from the office girl and they fit her perfectly, if not appearing particularly orthodox with the uniform. Not much about Nat looked particularly orthodox with the uniform though, her sharply styled black bobbed hair with the bright pink tips was more than a little eye catching and her dark makeup and black lipstick made her look nearly gothic. Nearly but not quite. She gave off the somewhat intimidating impression of being an extremely attractive young woman who was intimately aware of that fact. Every now and then she’d tap her neat black fingernails loudly on the reception desk impatiently, cultivating the atmosphere of listlessness.
She looked across at the two guards, waiting. Letting the time purposefully drag. Both guards wore black skirt suits with white silk blouses, black stockings and high heeled shoes that could not have been less practical for combat if they’d had wheels attached. The younger of the two guards had long flowing chestnut hair and a naturally sweet face that she had tried to make appear more mature and confident with makeup and a pair of sunglasses. Under her arm the butt of a truly ridiculous handgun could be seen poking out of a holster. Nat couldn’t recognise the weapon, but she figured it had to be at least a .50 autoloader of some kind. This sort of weapon would only be practical for taking down an elephant driving a bulldozer. Even if the girl could have pulled a cannon like that out quickly enough to fight with she also sported long, elegant, red nails that can’t have made operating the weapon very easy. Nat liked her a lot. She was going to be easy.
The older woman had cropped hair a shade darker than her companion and a more stern expression. She seemed faintly embarrassed by her associate’s attempts to be the terrifying goon and if she carried a gun Nat couldn’t see it, which was a sign to Nat that this one at least knew what she was doing. The older woman wore spotless shiny black latex gloves too, a fashion Nat knew within security circles for women who had already killed and didn’t care who knew about it.
Nat let the two guards get nice and bored before she made her move.
“Hey, could one of you give me a hand in the office, I have to move the desk,” Nat asked as if it wasn’t a big deal. Beth had taught her early on that making a mundane distraction sound like a bigger deal than it was could be suicidal.
“I’ll go,” said the older woman, just as the other was about to reply, “Beats sitting around here all day.” She followed Nat behind the reception desk into the small office behind, Nat closing the door behind them. Nat had hidden her surprise that the older guard had volunteered; she had hoped this would be an easy way to get her hands on the youngster.
“It’s just I need to move the desk from this corner across to the other,” said Nat, as the guard walked past her towards the table.
The blow, when it came, was swift and precise but also incredibly powerful. Against a guarded opponent nothing would have come of it, but with the back of the guard’s head so close and inviting Nat was able to spin and thrust forward with her elbow, putting all her weight through it, connecting with the base of the agent’s skull.
The agent didn’t even stumble, instead she toppled like a puppet with the strings cut onto the soft carpet. Nat winced from the brief pain in her elbow and hoisted the fallen guard up, seating her on the desk facing her. She thumbed back the woman’s eyelids one at a time, checking to make sure she was out cold, she was. Indeed Nat was a little surprised the blow hadn’t killed her outright, she’d have a moment before she came to.
Gently Nat lowered the guard onto the desk, tilting her head back slightly. She leaned over her and kissed her, smearing her lipstick a little, before stepping away. She then opened up the top few buttons of her uniform and ruffled her hair.
“Oh my,” whispered Nat gently to her unconscious paramour, “You’re incorrigible.”
Returning to the door Nat opened it and stepped out in the lobby again, the second guard looking up at her immediately.
“I’m afraid it’s going to take a few minutes to move that desk,” Nat said lasciviously, a finger trailing down the open neck of her uniform, “Your friend said you should stay here and wait.”
The guard sighed and returned to looking bored, but just as Nat turned to return to the office somebody else entered the room. It was a frustrated looking blonde girl in a shiny white bikini carrying a mobile phone and a towel. She rounded on Nat as soon as she saw her.
“Is there a reason why I can’t get a signal here?” she asked pointedly, her large, pert chest jiggling as if for emphasis. Nat tried to reply, but the girl cut her off, “Also what’s going on here, why is there only one guard here? There’s meant to be two!”
Nat could see the junior guard smirking to herself in the background as the young blonde berated her and hung her head in convincingly faked shame.
“The other one is in the office,” said Nat, “I’ll take you to her.”
“Damn right you will!” snapped the girl, “You wait here!” she told the other guard, bustling past Nat into the office. Nat turned and winked to the second guard, then followed on the girl’s heels, shutting the door behind her.
“Just what is going on here?” asked the blonde. Nat answered by slipping an arm around her neck and putting her into a very tight sleeper hold. The girl squeaked in alarm and struggled ineffectually as she was dragged across the room to the desk.
“You be quiet now, sweetie,” Nat said sternly, increasing the pressure on the girl’s delicate neck, “There’s a good girl.”
Once she was at the desk Nat seated herself on the desk, trapping the rapidly fading blonde between her legs and holding her in place, still squeezing her to sleep with one arm. With her free hand she reached down and held a hand over the unconscious guard’s mouth and nose.
The guard didn’t resist even as she was killed. Nat wondered if she had perhaps broken her neck with her attack, or perhaps it was just a severe concussion. Either way she was grateful that her victim stayed immobile. The blonde wiggled a little but a life of luxury had left her with little in the way of a survival instinct and she slowly slipped into unconsciousness.
Nat kept her hand on the guard’s pretty face, deciding that it was better to be safe than to allow her to catch another breath, while she felt the blonde finally succumb. She let go with her arm, using her legs to gently guide the blonde onto the floor.
“You’re very rude, you know that?” said Nat, placing the toe of her boot on the girl’s throat and pressing down hard. The girl made a soft, sleepy whimpering sound, but this was soon choked off. Her hands moved uncoordinatedly to try to protect herself, grasping the shiny shank of the boot. Nat smiled, using her other foot to jiggle the suffocating girl’s breasts, deciding that they really were rather nice as she dug the hard point of the heel down onto one of the girl’s nipples causing her to squirm.
“It’s amazing how much more polite people become when you put them to sleep and then stop them breathing, isn’t it?” Nat addressed this to the guard, but on checking her pulse realised that the quip had fallen on dead ears.
Nat peered down at the girl in the white bikini; she was now unresponsive too, though still pleasantly jiggly. Even pushing down extra hard with the pointed heel into the marshmallow softness of her breasts yielded no reaction. The assassin slipped down off the desk and squatted next to the girl, checking for a pulse with her fingertips. Nothing. She gave the lovely breasts an affectionate squeeze for good measure and then went on her way.
The guard in the lobby looked up at the now slightly more ruffled visage of Nat as she stepped out of the office for a second time.
“My, my,” said Nat, sauntering past the young guard to the water cooler in the corner, “You would not believe what they are getting into in there. It’s positively sinful.” She took a cup and filled a glass with water, dropping a palmed pill into it. The short fizz as it dissolved lost in the gurgle of the water tank.
Nat moved to stand in front of the guard, placing the cup on a nearby table. She was still unable to read the guard’s expression behind those shades, but she got the sense that events were having an effect on the girl. There was a little more colour in her cheeks, a little more urgency in her breathing, her bright red mouth slightly open.
“They told me,” Nat confided, “That you’re not to go in there.” She seated herself next to the guard, just a little too close, and buttoned up her uniform front. The guard remained silent, getting mixed message. Her thighs pressed together tightly.
“They told me,” Nat continued, slipping a compact from her pocket, “That I was to make sure you waited out here.” She dabbed at her smudged lipstick with a handkerchief, cleaning up where it was smeared.
“They said, she’s just a rookie,” Nat reapplied her lipstick very carefully, as though the conversation were merely an afterthought and that perfecting her pout was the most important thing in the world, “And that she can sit out here and wait. And she can think about what is going on in there.”
“Are you?” she asked suddenly, turning her attention back to the guard, “Are you thinking about what is going on in there?” The guard said nothing, but instead started to stand.
“Don’t worry,” Nat said quickly, sensing what the guard was about to do, patting her on the leg to settle her back down, her fingertips lingering a little too long, “You have that one, I’ll get myself another.” She stood up and walked back to the water cooler, smiling to herself as the guard gulped down the water behind her.
“Wow you must have been thirsty. Mouth getting a little dry there?” Nat asked with a grin, returning with a fresh cup of water. She seated herself back down next to the guard with another friendly touch on her stocking-clad knee.
“Something like that,” replied the guard, finding her voice at last, albeit somewhat nervous.
“Natural reaction,” Nat said comfortingly, “You get turned on, your mouth gets dry, you get nervous, you get a little warm and you start to feel a little off, don’t you?”
The guard nodded, she was blushing a now. She couldn’t read if Nat was trying to come onto her or not but she was driving her crazy. Also, just as Nat had predicted, she was starting to feel ill. Her mind felt a little cloudy and her stomach felt unsettled. She was feeling weak and groggy.
“Are you okay?” asked Nat, a note of concern in her voice, standing up.
The guard shook her head, also trying to stand, but Nat pushed her down, holding her in place with a firm hand on her shoulder.
“Don’t move,” said Nat, “I think you’re having some sort of panic attack. I can help you I’m trained in first aid. Just try to relax.”
The guard grimaced in pain, her hands clinging tightly to Nat’s shoulders, her breathing now shallow and rapid.
“You’re making it worse,” Nat scalded softly, “Let me just try something,” She tilted the unresisting guard to the side and then hit her, a quick, hard chop with the edge of her hand on the side of her neck that landed with almost no sound. The guard moaned and raised her hands weakly to protect herself. Nat hit her again, then a third time. A soft sigh escaped the lips of the guard as she settled back into the chair.
“There, that’s all you needed,” Nat soothed, smoothing the girl’s hair and placing her hands on her lap. The blows to the neck had stunned the guard, sparing her the trauma of being conscious as the poison completed the paralysis of her lungs and heart, but she still had a few moments to go.
Nat touched the girl’s neck, searching for a pulse, finding it, feeling it weaken and finally trail off altogether. Swiftly she scooped the body up over her shoulder and carried her into the office, dumping her unceremoniously in one of the chairs. She locked the office door behind her on the way out.

11

It was a complicated process getting the exact mix of components to make Jess's aromatherapy clients more agreeable. Incense was the main ingredient, of course, but she didn't want to make things too cloying and oppressive. That was helped somewhat by the various secret ingredients she'd added. Without the antidote Jess had made sure to take herself they slowly rendered anyone exposed to them very pliable and relaxed. Jess had used them many times to aid interrogations.

She realised fairly quickly she probably didn't need any of the meticulous preparation. Voices filtered through to her from the hallway, each one high-pitched and punctuated by numerous giggles and shrill exclamations. The voices came closer and she caught the end of what was obviously a deeply intellectual discussion.

“...so I just, like, got on my knees and, y'know, like, gave him a BJ.”

“No way! Right in the middle of the club? You're such a slut Mandy.”

“I know! But it wasn't like he lasted more than, like, ten seconds anyway.”

A chorus of giggles erupted just as the door opened.

“Sorry honey, princesses only,” one of the women teased their minder, closing the door behind her and shutting the trio of bimbos inside the room with a deadly assassin.

“Good morning ladies,” Jess said brightly, standing behind the middle of the three massage tables. She positively glowed with friendly reassurance, her crisp white uniform setting off every curve perfectly despite its rather utilitarian design.

She took in the three women, keeping her expression friendly and welcoming as she analysed each one in a matter of seconds. Her youthful, wide-eyed appearance helped put all of them at ease. So many victims had seen those innocent blue eyes turn ice-cold in their final moments. Like her three colleagues Jess was a chameleon, shifting personality as the job required, always pitching her performance for maximum effect.

Bimbos. Entitled, pampered, clueless, self-absorbed sluts. That was a cursory examination, of course. A more detailed consideration of the three revealed little more, probably because that summed up the shallow, vacuous brats perfectly. The first woman was a redhead, long coppery hair pulled back into a ponytail, a tight green dress matched the colour of her eyes and barely covered anything, ending just below her ass and bulging outward in a battle it seemed to be losing to contain her tits.

Behind her a pneumatic young woman worked hard to fulfil every bimbo cliché in the book. Platinum blonde hair: check. Full, pouting wet red lips: check. Wide blue eyes: check. Huge, obviously enhanced breasts: check. Bright red manicured nails: check. Slutty pink mini-dress: check. Sky-high heels: check.

The third woman was also blonde, though there was a possibility in her case it was her natural colour since it was a little darker than the second woman's. Her lips were a bright pink, less full but not by much. A pink tube top showed erect nipples beneath its tight spandex surface and a pair of shiny black hotpants hugged her perfect ass.

The conversation died as soon as the door clicked closed and Jess watched each of the girls give her a quizzical look and then noticed a subtle change in each of them. They relaxed a little, slouching their shoulders slightly, their eyes glazing a little. Jess thought back to the women she'd encountered in this room earlier and tested a theory.

“How are we feeling today? Relaxed?”

“Yeah,” the three said in unison, “relaxed.” They slurred slightly and Jess smiled warmly. This would be fun.

“Good,” the assassin beamed. She patted the table in front of her. “Now, I want you to stand in front of a table.”

Slowly, the three women complied, a faint smile on each pair of enticing lips.

“Good,” Jess purred, walking towards the redhead at the front of the middle table. She ran a hand over her shoulder and down her back, circling to stand in front of her. The woman shivered slightly. Jess looked deep into her eyes, judging her mood.

“Relax for me,” Jess gently stroked the woman's arm, “good girl. Now, take off the dress and lie down.” She smiled and waited for the redhead's nod before moving on to the blonde to her left.

She was unsurprised to find the woman was already seemingly completely submissive. She stared blankly ahead, mouth slightly open, chest rising and falling slowly, Jess ran a finger along the top of the pink dress, tracing the edge of the blonde's cleavage. She reached round behind the blonde and wordlessly unzipped the tight dress. So tightly confined were the woman's breasts that the outfit needed very little encouragement to fall away from her body. Beneath there was just a pair of silk panties in pastel pink.

“Lie down,” Jess said softly, guiding the pliant blonde onto the padded table. She lay down and Jess stood behind her staring down into her eyes. She fixed her gaze on the blonde, massaging her temples in slow, soft circles. “Relax,” she whispered so softly it was almost a ghost of the word. “Good girl. Now...sleep.” She passed her hand in front of the blonde's eyes and watched them slide shut.

“Good, drift deeper now. Deeper and deeper. So deep.”

She stepped away and casually walked to the second blonde. She seemed a little confused and not as docile as the other two.

“What's happening?” she asked in a small voice when Jess drew up beside her.

“Honestly, I'm not entirely sure,” Jess admitted. “How often do you come here?”

“Once a week, but they’ve been coming here longer than me.”

“I see.” Jess ran a hand down the blonde's front, coming to rest on the hot, slick fabric covering her crotch. “I think you've been conditioned to find this room very relaxing and to feel very compliant when you're in here. You feel relaxed, don't you?”

“Yes,” the blonde admitted, seeming a little worried.

“That's good. It feels good to relax. See how happy your friends are. You can feel that happy too. You want to be happy, don't you?”

“Yes,” she nodded happily, no doubt helped by the action of Jess's hand against her pussy.

“Good. Just relax for me then.” She reached up, stroking the blonde's cheek. “Relax and...sleep!” Jess tapped the blonde's forehead and caught her as she went utterly limp, mind shutting down thanks to the drugs in the air, her previous conditioning and Jess's precisely applied coercion. She gently laid the woman on the table and moved to the middle of the room. The three women lay in a deep trance, hypnotised, helpless...hers.

12

“You can’t go in there,” said the guard firmly, “They do not want to be disturbed.”
The guard looked down at Beth patronisingly. Dressed in a t-shirt and tight little shorts this guard didn’t look like the others. She looked calmer and more casual in clothes of her own choosing, not hiding behind a severe style of dress. She was a tall, lean woman with jet black hair and faintly Asiatic features, wearing a gun on her muscular thigh and sporting an attitude that implied that not only would she not take any crap, it would be potentially fatal to even bring any crap within about ten yards. Even without the business attire of the other guards she looked like a professional operative. Her features were hard but relaxed, her tone polite but uncompromising, a woman very aware that she was on an assignment a long way beneath her for a very large and very easy paycheque.
“Well that’s brilliant,” sighed Beth, “What are they doing in there anyway?”
“What do you think?” muttered the guard.
“And they didn’t invite you in for a turn?”
“That’s not what they pay me for.”
“Look they won’t even know I’m in there. I’ll be ten seconds.”
Beth smiled her most winning smile at the guard. She had a good smile for such things, a sort of harmless, friendly smile that made people think they should probably help her out. In her uniform with her slightly clumsy looking high heeled shoes and slightly too much makeup she looked like a woman was trying her best but out of her element among the cosmetic surgery addicts and the relentless vanity of the place. Put upon but defiant, her soft brown hair done up in the same happy little ponytail she’d probably had since she was a girl. It would take a person with a heart of stone to deny her a simple request.
“No,” said the guard.
With a sigh Beth put down the stack of fluffy towels she was carrying and started to unbutton her uniform, her fingers shaking a little with increasing nervousness.
“What are you doing?” asked the guard.
“I know how this works,” replied Beth, a little tremble in her voice, “The other girls told me.”
“Look,” said the guard, “I don’t want this, so just get lost, okay?” she reached out to give Beth a little push away and by doing so she killed herself, indirectly at least.
Beth struck hard and fast. A short, stabbing punch to the guard’s body under her arm as she reached out was followed by a quick right hook to her jaw as she bent forward that sent her down to her knees. Winded and stunned the guard could not entirely compute what had just happened, the blows had come so quickly.
Wasting no time Beth pulled a garrotte from the top of her uniform and, seating herself on the guard’s back, looped it over her powerful neck, wrapping it around twice for leverage, then yanking it backwards as hard as she could.
The guard let out a grunt of pain and clawed at her neck, her face already a deep red and darkening to purple. Beth squeezed her with her knees, riding her like a horse, clinging on harder as the stronger woman succumbed. The guard’s pink tongue poked between her crimson lips as her elegant fingers slipped and twitched at the garrotte. Spots danced in front of her eyes and her fingers felt thick and clumsy, refusing to obey.
“There we are, that’s better,” soothed Beth, a mocking edge to her voice, as she felt her mount begin to slow down, “Time to let go.”
The guard’s hands slipped from her neck and she tried to prop herself up as she began to topple forwards towards the floor. Beth saw this and shifted her weight forward, watching as the guard’s arms trembled and wobbled under the extra strain. Soon her arms gave way and she slowly fell forward, Beth controlling her descent like the experienced rider she was, guiding her down so gently that she almost seemed to kiss the tiled floor when she came to rest with her rear end up in the air.
Beth remained seated, keeping the lethal pressure on the guard’s throat for a few more seconds, just to be sure. After that she opened the door to the nearby storage cupboard and dragged the guard in, throwing the fluffy towels in there too.
With the coast clear Beth now turned her attention to the panel on the wall near the door that controlled the climate inside the sauna. She increased the heat and the humidity to their maximum levels and returned to the storage cupboard.
Once inside she took off her uniform, revealing a sleek white latex bikini underneath. Her hair was freed from the ponytail next and shaken loose. She slipped her feet out of the shoes. As her appearance changed so did her demeanour. Gone was the embattled employee, replaced by a bratty and proud young beauty.
In her new disguise Beth exited the cupboard and opened the sauna door and stepped into the oppressive heat and steam within.

13

Mona heard the group of girls well before the door to the room opened. She smoothed the pure white uniform as best she could. Her tall powerful figure barely fit inside it, straining the sleek garment in a very appealing way that could prove a useful weapon rather than a hindrance. Flame-red hair flowed down her back. Her normal aloof demeanour was replaced by an air of helpful politeness just before the door opened.

The first two to step inside were almost identical - peroxide blondes with very obviously augmented breasts and the sort of over the top makeup they probably thought made them more attractive. They were giggling and chatting away in their high-pitched voices. Mona could only catch scraps of the rapid-fire conversation but it appeared they were talking about sex. No surprise there. Behind the pair came a redhead with an expression of such arrogance and entitlement that Mona hated her immediately, which would make her job so much more pleasurable.

The redhead was ordering the groups minder to make sure they got the full hour inside the sensory deprivation tanks that dominated the room. Apparently all that shopping and being waited on hand and foot had really taken it out of her. She shot Mona a glare loaded with contempt and joined the blondes in the small changing room. The minder moved towards the far wall, already looking bored. Behind her came the final member of the group and Mona's eyes lit up. This was one of her primary targets and she was so unlike the other girls the assassin wondered if there had perhaps been some mistake. She was quiet, contemplative and a little hesitant, her dark eyes taking in the whole room before she sauntered off to the changing rooms, her dark hair brushing shoulders that were bare above the tight little tube top. A tattoo of a vine entwined with some sort of animal was partially obscured by the pink spandex.

The changing room door clicked shut and Mona gave the minder a brief smile before making herself look busy at the sleek white tanks. Conversation continued to filter through from the changing room, punctuated by giggles and a few playful squeals. Eventually the door opened, spilling the occupants back into the room. The two blondes clapped their hands and shrilled an excited “Goody!” upon seeing the tanks ready for them. Tight gold swimsuits strained to contain their surgically augmented bodies and both of them gave Mona a wanton glance as she helped them into the pods. She returned their looks with a warm smile that promised more fun later and then gently pulled the tanks shut, sealing them in the warm, peaceful cocoons.

“Hurry up!” Little Miss Bitchy snarled, gleaming white spandex not quite doing enough to allow her beauty to overcome her shitty attitude. She stood by her capsule, hands on hips. Mona saw the minder roll her eyes in exasperation but the killer maintained her disguise perfectly, reaching out a hand to help the smaller women into the warm shallow water that would make her feel weightless inside the cell. Just as she put both feet inside Mona moved a hand to her lower spine as if to help ease her down. Once the girl was on her way, in this terribly vulnerable position, Mona pressed hard and insistently with the base of her hand against the girl’s spine at the small of her back. She piled the pressure on, exploiting the unnatural angle as the girl moved to access the dark pod.

Almost immediately she could feel the vertebrae click under her hand. The paralysis this induced was instantaneous, albeit temporary. Only Mona's strong supporting arm prevented the girl from flopping back. Cradling her on her way down, she lowered her gently into the water and, with her back to the minder, leaned forward and whispered to the girl.

“I'm going to kill you and all your friends.”

Unable to speak, the girl's eyes widened and they were the last thing Mona saw of her as she closed the capsule lid.

She straightened and turned to find the quiet girl standing in the changing room doorway. Now it was Mona's eyes that widened. The pretty young thing was topless, perky breasts jutting forward, one nipple pierced, a word in some foreign language tattooed above her navel. The tiny shorts she wore were black latex and only now did Mona get a sense of the inner confidence of the woman, totally at ease with herself and her surroundings despite her state of undress among strangers and hired goons. She smiled absently and let Mona lead her to a tank. Taking a chance, Mona casually slid a hand down to the girl's ass and squeezed firmly. That won her a knowing smile and the girl gave her a wink just before the door to her capsule hissed shut.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” Mona asked the minder once she had sealed all the girls away.

“No, thank you.” She turned to look out the window. The spa's garden stretched down towards an outdoor pool and set of hot tubs. Still looking out the window she spoke again. “It's a nice place here.”

There was no point wasting time so, instead of answering, Mona stepped up behind the distracted guard and thrust her fingers hard into the nerve cluster at the base of her neck. The woman stiffened with a startled gasp. Mona reached round and relieved her of her weapon, tossing it onto the nearby couch. “Lights out,” she whispered, savouring the helpless guard's useless attempts to move. She brought the edge of her hand down hard on the woman's neck and she wilted, dropping back against Mona's powerful body, unconscious.

With seemingly no effort at all Mona slung the limp form over her shoulder and walked to the vacant sensory deprivation tank. She dumped the minder in, face down, pressing her face under the surface to help her get her that first deep breath of water before sealing the tank shut; satisfied the guard would be dead in moments. Then she straightened up and surveyed the other four shining white capsules. So many targets so many options. She smiled wickedly and moved to the first tank.

One of the blondes lay peacefully inside, blissfully unaware of the killer stood less than a foot away. Mona traced her fingers over a set of valves at the rear of the tank that controlled the water and oxygen levels. She paused, deciding which option was best. Well, two blondes, two valves, she reasoned. It was almost like it was meant to be.

Her decision made, she twisted the blue valve all the way closed, shutting off the air supply. She estimated there was no more than ten minutes of oxygen inside the tank. Under the circumstances the occupant would be unlikely to even detect the threat until it was too late. The woman's fate now sealed she switched her attention to the second tank. This time it was the red valve she turned and this time she opened it fully, feeding water into the locked tank. That should give her some time for the other two.

The third tank's door hissed open with a smooth, slow action, revealing a motionless form lying within. Mona took in the paralysed girl's body, noting with some relish the terror in her eyes. She knelt and reached into the dark tank, running a hand lazily over the woman's breasts and down towards her crotch.

“Scared?”

Her captive blinked, the struggle to move clear in her expression.

“The paralysis will wear off soon,” Mona explained casually, as if she were discussing the weather. “Not that it matters. You'll be dead in, oh, about sixty seconds. Your friend over there - the quiet one - she's next. But I like her; she's not a bratty little bitch like you. So she gets to feel good and I'll make it nice and quick and unexpected. You get to know exactly what's happening and how things are going to end.”

She gave the girl's breasts a playful squeeze and reached out to grasp her neck, crushing her airways shut with one strong hand. She increased the pressure, feeling soft cartilage crack beneath her manicured thumb as she moved her other hand from the girl's breasts to her spandex-covered crotch. A soft, wet crunching sound soon came from the girl’s throat.

“That's your windpipe gone, sweetie. Not long now. I don't even need this hand anymore.” Mona held up her right hand, her left still working between her victim's legs.

A single tear rolled down the redhead's cheek.

“Aww, poor baby,” Mona pouted sarcastically and took in all the little details that revealed the end was only moments away. The woman's lips were tinged blue, her eyes were wide, pupils dilated and her chest had stopped moving some time ago. Her brain was burning up what little oxygen remained. A tremor ran through her lithe body. Mona felt it transmitted through the spandex at her crotch. A second pulse of misfiring neurons was followed by the stillness of oblivion, the wide eyes becoming fixed and vacant. Mona stared at her for long moments and then reached out to her bruised neck, seeking a pulse she knew would not be there.

She stood and closed the capsule door again. In the neighbouring tank there was a faint hammering from the drowning blonde, barely audible through the thick soundproofing of the pod's interior. Mona nodded in satisfaction. Let her struggle, it would only bring about her end all the more quickly.

The assassin turned her back on the noise and moved to the fourth tank. By the time the door was opened the sounds from the second tank had ended. The topless brunette blinked and then smiled happily up at Mona.

“You took your time,” she said, refusing to meet Mona's gaze.

“I was preparing,” Mona said, reaching into the tank and helping the young woman out. Her wet skin shimmered in the light, the tattoo Mona had seen earlier now revealed as a vine encircling her left breast with a humming bird perched above. “I sent your minder outside so we could have some privacy,” Mona said, pulling the woman close, their lips almost touching.

“That was very...” the woman kissed Mona suddenly, animalistic lust boiling over. Mona kissed back, recovering swiftly from the raw sexuality of the embrace and giving as good as she got. “...Thoughtful,” the girl finished, breaking the kiss.

Mona's only response was to push her hand inside the tight latex shorts, fingers teasing at the wet folds of the tattooed beauty's sex. “You're so wet,” Mona murmured.

“I usually am,” she shrugged playfully, trembling a little at Mona’s touch.

“And so beautiful,” Mona continued.

“Thank y-ungh!”

She grunted and went limp, eyes rolling back, body slumping forward, head on Mona's shoulder. The assassin gently slid the long thin needle from where it had penetrated behind the girl's right ear, ending her life with one quick, painless thrust. She bundled the body back into the pod, the alluring woman now nothing more than an object for disposal.

Then she toured the other three capsules, checking the first blonde had suffocated and the guard had not recovered before she drowned. She left the second blonde's capsule as it was - satisfied the warning light by the water valve signalled a confirmed kill.


14

“Nice and relaxed now, so safe and so warm and so very, very relaxed. Go deeper and deeper... Deeper and deeper,” Jess whispered the mantra softly, walking slowly along the line of enslaved women, noting the long, slow, deep, regular breaths and slack features of each.
She paused by each woman and leaned close to whisper brief instructions in their ears, her hands finding yielding flesh as she programmed her new toys. Anyone with very good hearing eavesdropping at the door would have been able to make out a few words repeated to each woman: “Obey”, “Slave” and “Sleep”.
The blonde in the spandex hotpants lay in blissful sleep, just like her two friends, and Jess almost didn't want to wake her, but she had a job to do and not much time. She leaned close to the prone woman and spoke softly.
“Open your eyes and remain in a deep trance,” she whispered, fingers tracing circles around the blonde's temples and moving down to caress her cheek.
Blue eyes snapped open, wide and staring, as devoid of free will as the headlights of a car.
“The guard outside, what's her name?”
“Rachel,” the blonde said softly.
“Have you or your friends ever had sex with her?”
“No.”
“Tell me why not,” Jess commanded, slightly surprised. The guard was young, pretty and judging by the glint of lust beneath her mask of aloof disgust, she wouldn't have refused an offer from any of the trio.
“More fun teasing her,” the woman intoned.
Ah, now it made sense. What a group of bitches, Jess thought. “Stand up,” she ordered and the enslaved blonde complied. Jess felt a rush of excitement seeing her standing there, blankly staring ahead. “Good. Soon I’m going to ask you invite Rachel to join us. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“She’s a bitch though isn’t she? She hates you for being better than she is. She always tells other people that you’re stupid and that you’re ugly.”
The girl looked a little saddened by this, believing it to be the Gospel truth.
“And you hate her for it don’t you,” Jess reminded the girl, knowing that she might need to help her to find the willingness to kill, “She’s nothing to you. She’s worthless.”
The girl nodded thoughtfully. Jess stroked her hair softly.
“She wants you though,” continued Jess, “She wants you, and you hate her for that. She’s such a loser, just a nothing, just a goon. She’s just a worthless nobody that you could replace in a moment who talks trash about you and your friends.”
Jess could feel the girl growing a little tense, getting angry at the ideas being planted in her mind.
“You need to kill her,” Jess told the girl, as if she was imparting vitally important advice, “You need to seduce her and kill her. Nobody will care. Everybody hates her. You’ll be a hero.”
“I need to kill her,” muttered the girl, as if enlightenment was dawning on her.
“Good girl, go get her,” Jess gently slapped the spandex-covered ass and watched it shimmy towards the door, the blonde's whole attitude changing from docile slave to her usual confident, preening princess. She opened the door.
“Rachel honey, I need your help with something.” There was an infectious little giggle and, beneath the seemingly innocent request, the definite sense of a superior toying with her frustrated minder, stringing her along, teasing her. Jess got the impression this was an old game played for the amusement of the three women with the guard's hopeful desires keeping her just game and eager enough to endure the constant humiliation.
“What now?” Rachel sighed but was cut off by a sudden passionate embrace, lips locking, hands roaming and exploring. The pair stumbled back into the room, the blonde falling back onto the massage table, taking Rachel with her. Jess stepped out from behind the door, Rachel oblivious to her presence.
Gently but firmly Rachel was guided to kneel and kiss her way up the blonde's legs, much to her apparent delight. However the moment she reached the spandex covered crotch her head was trapped, clamped between silky smooth thighs. Jess moved in closer to speak to her hypnotised killer, soothing her with her voice while commanding her to tense and squeeze before finally telling her she was paralysed, body locked rigid. The girl sat perfectly still, Rachel’s head now totally locked in place.
Rachel tried to cry out in fear and confusion, but she could barely make a sound, hands beating on the thighs that trapped her, legs scrambling, slipping, desperate for purchase. Jess knelt behind her and reached round to relieve her of the pistol holstered at her shoulder. Her hands returned moments later to massage Rachel's pleasingly full breasts. Rachel’s heart hammered irregularly and her body twitched. Soon her hands dropped to her sides, resting on the floor, palms up.
“Not long now,” Jess promised. A shudder passed through the trapped guard and then she was still. Jess stood and turned away. They pair would remain like that until Jess was finished with the oblivious twosome presented so enticingly on the other two tables.
She padded casually to the redhead, running her fingers gently through her soft, coppery hair. She leaned down, smiling and whispered in her ear. “I think I'll call you Autumn,” she said, “And your friend here can be Summer.” She laughed at her own joke, reaching out to squeeze one of 'Summer's' nipples.
“Stand up,” she said to Autumn, helping the young woman to her feet. She ran a hand over her body, sliding inside Autumn's panties and parting her wet lips, gently rubbing against her clit. “You're going to kill your friend for me,” she said, looking into the redhead's glassy eyes.
“Yes mistress,” the woman responded, the programming of her previous hypnotist still strong. Jess watched her closely but she showed no signs of resistance. She led her to the prone Summer.
“Your friend is going to kill you now,” she informed the young blonde. “You will not resist.”
There was a flicker of hesitation, smoothed away by Jess's soft, attentive fingers between the blonde's legs. “Yes mistress.” The reply was almost inaudible.
“Good,” Jess purred, guiding Autumn's hand to Summer's throat. She indicated where the redhead's fingers should be placed and then gently encouraged her to apply pressure to those points - carotid artery, windpipe, nerve cluster. Jess guided Autumn's other hand down and ordered the redhead to finger herself which she did with eager abandon.
Jess took the responsibility of getting Summer off, expert fingers working at the blonde's clit and pussy, rubbing, flicking, pinching, exploring. She watched the blonde intently, monitoring the dual effects of pleasure and impending death. Her brain was shutting down and as she got closer and closer to orgasm more and more strain was placed on her struggling body. Summer's chest tightened, her eyes widened, drool slipped from her full lips.
And the whole time Autumn stood, one hand inside her panties, the other applying deadly pressure, her gaze locked straight ahead, empty.
Summer began to squirm. Jess judged the time was right. “Autumn, Summer, cum now!” It was a simple command and easy to obey, especially as Jess's fingers moved ever faster inside Summer's soaking wet sex.
The effect was different for each woman. Summer grunted, sighed and then gurgled as spasms pulsed through her body, pleasure mixing with the lethal misfiring of her muscles brought on by the overstimulation and the strain on her heart and brain. Her hands drummed on the padded table, her feet kicked rapidly, her whole body shaking and twitching. Her back arched and then she relaxed, eyes half closed, her enhanced chest unmoving, mouth hanging open.
Autumn managed to stay standing, at least for a little while, keeping her fingers locked onto Summer's neck even as she drove her other fingers harder and faster. Soon her mindless obedience had to give way to physiology and her knees buckled with the power of her climax. She bit her lip and moaned, her breath coming in short sharp gasps in contrast to Summer whose breath came not at all. She was still cumming when Summer expired. Waves and waves of electric desire broke across her. Sweat shimmered on her tanned skin, her nipples stuck out and her hips bucked as she humped her hand, squeezing every last drop of ecstasy from her body.
Jess moved quietly to stand behind the kneeling Autumn. She reached over and checked Summer's throat for a pulse.
“Good girl,” she said, stroking Autumn's hair tenderly. “When I snap my fingers I want you to wake up, remembering everything that's happened in this room since you arrived.” She snapped her fingers and waited for reality to return for her little plaything.
The sobbing started almost immediately, the memories of her killing her friend overwhelming though the fear remained on the edges of her mind, a constant spectre. It was a cruel thing to do but Jess was interested to see Autumn's reaction.
As it happened she tried to run, which was hopeless considering Jess was standing right behind her. She tried to stand but a simple pinch of the nerves in her shoulder forced her back to her knees with a squeal of pain.
“I don't know if you're more brainless when you're hypnotised or like you are now,” Jess mused. “Not that it makes much difference anymore.”
Once again Autumn tried to run. This time Jess was done toying with her. She grabbed the redhead's chin and the back of her skull and let her push herself up slightly before she savagely twisted her arms, snapping the helpless woman's neck. She flopped back to the floor with a violent spasm, she was still alive, but that wouldn’t last more than a few seconds.
Jess left her and sauntered to the couple on the other table. She stood level with the blonde's head and whispered, “Relax and sleep” sending the young woman back down deep under her control and letting the very dead Rachel flop to the floor. Her lips were tinged blue, her cheeks flushed. She was most definitely dead.
“Good,” Jess commented, “Your turn now.” She reached down and unfastened the sleeping woman's spandex tube top, the metallic pink material stretched almost to breaking point by her massive breasts. “Open your eyes, but remain deeply asleep,” Jess ordered, placing the top over the blonde's mouth and nose, checking to see if the shiny material allowed air through. It didn’t. “Breath out for me.”
As soon as the woman had obeyed she pulled the top down hard. She stared into the blank, wide eyes, a ghost of a smile on her lips. Life started to ebb from the blonde, the skilled assassin's job made so much simpler by her mindless state. It was odd how she simply waited and accepted her fate with no resistance, no struggle and no sound.
Soon the wide eyes started to blink, the eyelids started to droop, the pupils started to dilate. “Good girl,” Jess encouraged, leaning forward to gently kiss the blonde's forehead, “Almost over now.” The blonde slipped away without so much as a squeak, her relaxed body barely changing in response to her heart stopping. Jess continued smothering her for a minute after she was gone, making sure there was no chance of survival.
Finally she removed the spandex top and bent forward to kiss the slack lips of her victim. The room was still, silent, four beautiful corpses spread around it. Sweat and sex mixed with incense and perfume in the enclosed space. Jess looked around and nodded to herself, satisfied. She checked the clock and realised she was ahead of schedule.
She stripped with languid, unhurried actions, the crisp white dress giving way to spandex shorts and a sports bra. There were three more women she had to take care of before her day was done. She was looking forward to that immensely.

15

Nat walked into the swimming pool changing rooms with a demure, almost drone like quality, just part of the scenery, nothing to pay attention to, just a member of the staff doing her thing. In this particular case she was counting targets.
In the changing room there were two girls and beyond them judging from the sounds coming from the pool and the number of piles of clothes in the room there was one more already in the water. The two in the room were both petite blondes. The shorter of the two sported tattoos all across her back, arms and ankles as well as piercings in her nose and belly button, she was naked and getting dressed into a tiny red bikini. Her companion was still undressing in a private stall, a shiny black one piece swimsuit hanging ready for her over the side.
They talked between themselves while Nat busied herself with one of the lockers before the tattooed blonde finally finished putting on her bikini, picked up a stack of towels and headed off towards the pool, the other girl calling after her that she’d be a few minutes yet. Nat thought it was slightly odd that one of them would have taken towels, to the pool, there were some already there, but she didn’t worry about it as she moved silently towards the girl and carefully pushed the swimsuit on the edge of the stall upwards, so that it slipped over the edge onto the floor inside.
Nat heard a muttered curse from inside the stall and some shuffling as the girl moved to pick up the fallen garment and chose this moment to open the door and step inside. The girl was down to her skimpy black silk underwear and was bent over to pick up the swimsuit. Before she could say or do anything the pretty assassin had grabbed her. A soft hand clamped itself over her mouth to stifle any cry of alarm as Nat twisted her prey around so that she was behind her with her back to the stall door.
“Shush,” she commanded in a whisper, “If you don’t resist you’ll be fine.”
To demonstrate her point Nat planted a very soft lingering kiss on the nape of the girl’s neck which elicited a soft moan from her captive. The girl reddened, embarrassed to have enjoyed it so much.
“Now I’m going keep my hand over your mouth,” continued Nat, her onyx lips almost touching the girl’s ear, her breath causing her to tremble, “And I want you to do exactly as I tell you.”
Nat moved her free hand up to the girl’s throat, feeling for her carotid artery with her fingertips.
“Close your eyes,” Nat breathed, “And relax.” She pressed down onto the girl’s artery with her thumb, her fingers creeping across to the jugular vein on the other side of her throat. The girl trembled a little more.
“Don’t worry,” Nat soothed, “It’s a special massage. Your friends said you’d like it.”
The girl shivered as Nat kissed the back of her neck once again. Meanwhile her fingers found the girl’s jugular vein and began to compress that as well. The girl let out a slight muffled moan, her legs trembling, but Nat quietened her with another kiss. She adjusted her grip slightly, further decreasing the flow of blood to and from the blonde’s brain. The blonde was trying to control her breathing, her hands clenching and unclenching, feeling increasingly numb.
“You’re doing so well,” Nat whispered encouragingly, lowering the girl to her knees, squatting behind her. This in itself was a surprise to the girl; she couldn’t remember her legs giving way. She couldn’t remember much though, her mind was fuzzy and her limbs felt all rubbery and just when she was trying to make some sense of things another one of those haunting yet insistent kisses would alight on her neck and her thoughts would be scattered anew.
With the girl now almost completely incapacitated Nat moved her hand from her mouth and put both hands to work on her throat, now able to control the blood flow more completely. The girl pawed at her neck, mumbling something. Nat smiled, leaning up to the girl’s ear again.
“Just let go,” she whispered, “Nice long sleep.”
The girl tried to speak again but there was no sound this time, her brain was shutting down and she was beyond the point of saving.
Finally the girl’s head lolled forwards, a little drool trickling over her lips. Nat eased her forward, maintaining the pressure for a few seconds longer before standing up. The girl had told her friends she’d be along in a few minutes; Nat figured that gave her a couple of minutes to spare.

16

Beth slipped into the dense steam of the sauna on the hunt for her targets. She heard them before she saw them, the gentle moans carrying over the hiss of the steam from the now overloading heating system. As she approached she was able to make out their figures in the mist. The room was divided into separate alcoves and the girls were all sharing the same one.
On one of the benches sat two girls, a blonde and a redhead. Both were clad in tight, shiny metallic red shorts, a layer of shimmering sweat and nothing else. They were kissing, the blonde pressing forwards, her hand thrust into her lover’s shorts, her eyes closed, her breathing fast and heavy, her mouth working with a lustful hunger. The redhead by contrast was looking fairly nonplussed, as though nothing would have made her happier at that moment than for somebody to produce a television or something to read. She seemed content to let the blonde indulge herself and didn’t seem to mind being used in this way. Every so often she’d make an appropriate moan of unbridled passion, just for appearances.
Opposite them, listening to the two other girls, was a second blonde. She was naked and gleaming with sweat, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open as she fingered herself silently. Beth took an immediate liking to this girl and decided to do her first, not just because she was nearest, but because she had perhaps the finest breasts that Beth had seen that week and it had been a very good week.
Beth crept up on the lone blonde, the steam obscuring the view even just across the room now. As she walked she slipped off her bikini top, looping it around her hand. Once she was near enough she clamped a hand over the girl’s mouth and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her up to her feet and out of the cul-de-sac, her muffled squeak of pain didn’t register to the other two girls, it didn’t even sound particularly out of place under the circumstances. Once they were in the furthest alcove from the others Beth neatly tripped the girl she was dragging and lowered her to the ground underneath her. The girl stared up at her in fright, her deep blue eyes wide.
“Three is a crowd,” Beth whispered softly, settling herself on top of her victim, tangling up her legs with her own and smiling as their breasts smooshed together. She adjusted the bikini in her hand so that the cup was in her palm and quickly swapped the hand that she was gagging the girl with, pressing the gleaming latex over the girl’s mouth and nose, forming a tight bubble that sucked down onto her lips and across her mouth.
The girl made another endearing squeak of alarm and tried to wriggle free but she was not strong enough. Beth enjoyed her writhing though and gave her enough leeway to allow her to continue to do so.
Trapped without any air at all, and not even able to force the stale air out of her lungs, the girl passed out quite quickly. Beth sat up, used the bikini straps to tie the latex cup in place over her mouth and nose and then abandoned the girl to suffocate alone.
When Beth returned to the other two the steam in the room was so thick that she almost couldn’t find them. She saw the blonde had pushed the redhead back onto the bench and was now above her, feverishly sucking and licking at her nipples as if her life depended on it. The redhead still did not seem particularly interested.
Beth moved silently up behind the blonde and gently stroked her pert bottom through the shiny shorts. A light touch, shy almost, her shiny pink nails digging into the material a little. The blonde wiggled her bottom, but carried on. Beth smiled, either the blonde thought the third girl had joined the party, or she simply didn’t care that some stranger was stroking her butt. Either way she was leaving herself vulnerable. Beth stroked the girl’s bottom again, finding her bearings. She knew pressure points to disable a target at the top end of the body, but at this end she wasn’t up to speed.
Carefully Beth traced her fingers around the blonde’s rear, exploring the flesh of her thighs, lightly caressing, following the routes of major veins, exploring. She could sense the effect this was having on the target who was being teased almost to distraction, but this didn’t bother her as she sought out the vulnerable points. A firm pinch here, sustained pressure there, a squeeze of that. The first result she got was not the one that she intended; the blonde had an orgasm, a big one, that shook her body like a quake. The second result, which came almost immediately afterwards, was that the blonde fainted, her face lying limp between the breasts of the redhead, eyes closed, a little drool on her chin.
With a smug smile Beth moved up to the head end of the girl-heap and grabbed the throat of the surprised redhead. She knew what she was looking for in the throat of the other girl and she was soon out cold too. Without missing a beat Beth climbed onto the bench and settled her bottom onto the face of the sleeping redhead. The latex at her crotch formed a tight seal over the sleeping girl’s mouth and nose, as the bra had done with the blonde, and she settled herself comfortably.
With the redhead now quietly asphyxiating Beth turned her attention to the amorous blonde who was starting to awaken slowly.
Beth helped the blonde to sit up a bit, so they were face to face, and kissed her. The blonde seemed confused and a little hesitant at first, but warmed to it as they went on, especially when Beth guided the blonde’s hands back down to the redhead’s breasts. The redhead was starting to recover, but Beth had trapped her arms and the assassin’s moans of fake pleasure drowned out the muffled whimpers of her victim.
It wasn’t just the beautiful girl suffocating against her crotch that made Beth orgasm, but the idea of killing her while her lover played with her breasts in blissful ignorance of her fate. She couldn’t stifle an almost hysterical giggle as she felt the redhead’s death throes beneath her, the blonde still caressing her breasts, as eager to please as ever, not even sensing that the body attached to them wasn’t breathing.
Beth kissed her oblivious accomplice deeply, holding her tight, trailing her lips across the soft skin of her cheek to her ear, flicking her earlobe with her tongue, her hands slid up the girl’s body, around the back, clasping together.
She built up the pressure slowly but steadily and her victim was soon struggling to breathe in her bear hug.
“Hey, that’s a bit too tight,” complained the girl with a nervous laugh.
“Can you still breathe?” hissed Beth in her ear, squeezing harder.
“Not…” the blonde couldn’t finish the sentence. Beth teasingly blew in her ear and increased the pressure, more and more, feeling the air being forced out of the other girl. Beth giggled softly, as it was all just a bit of fun, increasing the pressure as she did so. The blonde was struggling now but she couldn’t escape, Beth enjoyed her efforts, gritting her teeth as she poured all the force she could muster into the hold, the heat making it tiring and sweaty work, but finally the girl went limp in her arms.
Beth let the hold continue, making very sure she had squeezed the life out of the girl, before letting her body go. The dead girl sat opposite her, her eyes closed, her lips tinged blue, until gradually her body toppled sideways off the bench. Beth made her way out, wondering if perhaps there was a way she could grab a shower before hitting her next target.

17

A low hum filled the air, filtering through the doors of the private exercise rooms into the personal gym's reception area. Jess watched the three girls from behind the desk using the monitor connected to the cameras over each door. She shook her head in wonder. One of the girls was zipped into a white plastic enclosure suit, much like hazmat protective gear, the purpose of which was apparently to sweat off more weight and work the body harder. It probably cost a pretty penny, not that these little princesses had any real concept of money.

The operative had changed her own outfit, forgoing the impeccable white dress for black Lycra shorts and a tight pink sports bra.

Jess's eyes lingered on the woman in the third room for a moment, the grainy monochrome picture doing little to display her drop-dead gorgeous face and figure but also not quite destroying it with its low-tech image. A tingle started to spread from between the young killer's legs but she checked the feeling for now. Work first; pleasure later.

Heavy footfalls hammered onto the rubberised belt of the treadmill and mingled with the squeak of plastic. The woman in the enclosure suit didn't turn when Jess entered. The young blonde walked over to the exercise machine, moving to the front of it and startling the running woman. She gave her a disarming smile.

“Everything OK?” she asked, looking down at the settings on the treadmill.

“Fine,” said the girl, her breathless reply echoing behind the visor.

“I think your suit has come open a bit at the back,” Jess lied. “Give me a second and I can fix it for you.”

The girl nodded, which was a fairly unhelpful gesture in her outfit, and slowed the treadmill down to a gradual stop. Sweat plastered strands of dark hair to her face and her mouth hung open, taking in great gulps of air as best she could from within the shiny plastic exercise gear. Jess figured her heart rate was probably through the roof.

She stepped off the treadmill and Jess disappeared behind her with a helpful little smile. She found the zip - still very snugly in place just as it should be - and eased it up a tiny amount.

“Just a second, I think it’s caught on something,” Jess explained as the woman simply stood motionless, waiting impatiently. The assassin reached behind her and took a small canister hooked to the back of her shorts, unrolling a small length of rubber tubing attached to it. She pushed the tubing through the opening in the zip and then pulled it back down to form a tight seal. Then she pressed a button on the top of the canister. It released its contents in less than a second, squirting a fine mist into the suit. She pulled the tubing free and zipped up the suit again, carefully putting the canister down by the door.

“There, all done,” she said, smiling at her little joke.

The woman muttered her thanks and turned back to the treadmill. She reached out a trembling hand and suddenly collapsed, hitting the edge of the machine hard and rolling onto her back. Jess calmly stalked over to her, straddling her prone body and squatting down, sitting on her stomach.

“Silly girl,” she chided, noting the wide, terrified eyes and the flecks of foam starting to form on her lips. “I usually like to be up close and personal when I kill someone, but this silly little suit means I just have to sit here and watch the poison do its thing.” She laid a hand over the air vent on the front of the suit, as much to keep the potent gas inside as to prevent air getting in, and leaned close, her breath misting the visor.

“It's relatively painless,” she explained but the target was already too far gone to hear it. More foam was bubbling up and trailing down her cheek and erratic convulsions twisted her limbs into unnatural positions, her hands forming rigid claws. Tiny muscles twitched along her neck and at the edges of her eyes. Her mouth opened wide and she gurgled what may have been a plea for help. It was her last action. Her heightened heart rate spread the poison quickly through her body and Jess timed the death at thirty seconds, which was almost half the time it would usually have taken.

She jumped to her feet, a real spring in her step, and hummed to herself while making her way to the second room. She adjusted her top and entered the room. This time the occupant looked round. She too was on a treadmill, a clip over her nose forcing her to breathe through her mouth which was covered by a pink breathing mask with a hose reaching out to a machine close by. Monitors displayed readouts generated through the various pads attached to the woman's chest. Jess walked over and examined the data.

“Very good,” she said, favouring the smaller blonde girl with an encouraging smile.

“Thanks hun,” she said, easing the mask off. “I think I can do better though, I'm not really trying that hard.” She waved a dismissive hand at the monitors. “I feel like I could go another hour, y'know?” She nodded gravely and Jess had to stifle a smile. The girl was so obviously trying to impress her. She'd partially succeeded, though that was mainly due to the way the black spandex hugged her large breasts and tight ass.

“Well, your heart rate is quite high but you're taking in a lot of oxygen too, which is good.”

“Yeah, I feel great!” She bounced on the treadmill, her breasts jiggling despite the support of the top. “Do you think I could step it up a bit?”

“Maybe,” Jess mused, moving to stand beside the blonde and leaning close, examining the readouts. She handed her the pink mask and pressed a few buttons. “Let's try something, shall we, while I monitor your heart rate.” She pressed her fingers to one of the pads over the enthusiastic woman's left breast, lingering a few seconds longer than was strictly required. That got her a knowing look.

She started up the machine again, increasing the speed and marvelling at how the blonde happily took it all in her stride, pride at her own rather minor accomplishment radiating off her in waves. Jess waited a few minutes, watching the readouts and noting the falling oxygen levels. Thanks to her little adjustment to the mask it was now operating at 60% efficiency. Not enough to cause any major problems on its own.

The blonde started labouring a bit, her chest heaving (which was a rather nice bonus as far as Jess was concerned) and her legs pumping harder. She started to flag slightly, almost missing her stride once or twice.

“That's it,” Jess encouraged, “Almost there. Keep going.” Her hand trailed down to the blonde's ass, following it as it shifted up and down with each stride.

The heart rate readout increased, as much from Jess’s touch as the increased exertion, the oxygen level decreased once more.

“OK, one last push,” Jess said, slipping effortlessly into the role of hard but fair personal trainer. “Twenty seconds to go, so give me one last big effort.” She gently slapped the spandex-covered ass and moved behind the girl, expectantly.

The blonde responded predictably. Her desire to prove herself, to show off, took over. She summoned her remaining energy and increased her pace to match the gradually increasing speed of the treadmill. Her heart rate climbed slowly past 140 then rapidly up to 150...155...157...160.

There was a buzz and a quiet electric crackle. The blonde spasmed and went limp, flying back off the treadmill into Jess's waiting arms, head lolling against her killer's shoulder.

“Hmm, I think you overdid it,” Jess whispered with a giggle, laying the body down beside the whirring treadmill. The combination of restricted breathing and extreme exertion had raised her heart rate to the magic 160 beats per minute and triggered the specially rigged device Jess had attached to the sensor pad. The pulse sent enough voltage through the young woman’s body, assisted by her heightened metabolic rate, to stop her heart and overload her nervous system instantly. She had, quite literally, run herself to death.

Jess checked for a pulse, just to be sure that the girl’s heart hadn’t managed to restart itself. After a moment she nodded happily, noting the wide eyes staring vacantly up at the ceiling, she was finished.

Two down, one to go.

18

Victoria was bored. At moments like these she often reflected that no amount of money was worth the abuse she got from the pack of bratty girls she was paid to guard. At least walking the perimeter kept her away from them and out in the warm sunshine. She was the most experienced of the protection team so really should have been close to the obnoxious little princess but she'd left that in the hands of more junior staff.

Her boots crunched on the gravel path that ringed the spa. She walked through the dappled shadows cast by the bushes and trees in the well-kept garden. The tailored black skirt suit was a little too warm for these conditions but Victoria liked to maintain a professional appearance. She flexed her fingers in their black latex gloves and checked her shoulder holster for the hundredth time.

Mona watched the woman pass within feet of her hiding place. She was beautiful - tall, powerfully built, black hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her eyes were unreadable behind the designer sunglasses but her general demeanour and body language told Mona she was bored and, fatally for her, unobservant.

She waited until the guard had moved on a few feet before making her move. Darting quickly but quietly from cover Mona closed the gap in four long strides. Her hands reached out, grasping the guard's chin and the back of her skull. Mona felt her prey tense but gave her no chance for any further reaction. She jerked her hands quickly in opposite directions, levering strained vertebrae beyond their considerable tolerances with expertly applied force. There was a dull crack and the guard went limp. Mona released her, letting her drop to her knees before she pitched forward, landing with a soft thud in the gravel.

The assassin moved quickly, grabbing the dead guard's legs and pulling her into the cover of the vegetation. She flipped the body over. The sunglasses had ridden up onto her forehead revealing blank, wide eyes, surprise and fear frozen at the moment of death. Mona patted the dead woman's cheek and stood up, slinking off towards the side of the spa complex.

Even on the shaded side of the building the heat was still pleasant. At least it was for Mona in her simple white dress - the same would probably not be said of the woman in red leathers and helmet straddling her powerful bike. She was the group's outrider, protecting the limo from threats on the road and used as a courier when needed. The surveillance photos Mona had seen marked her out as a beautiful blonde but nothing of her face was visible beneath the tinted visor. The tight leathers displayed her figure to perfection, however.

The visor turned to face Mona, seeing nothing more than a friendly, helpful member of the spa staff. “Can I help you?” the voice resonated within the helmet, lending it an otherworldly quality.

Mona glanced around distractedly then fixed her gaze on the outrider. Stiff metal plates, gleaming gloss red, protected various areas of her body - chest, thighs, upper and lower arms. Mona identified a weak spot and, pausing only to distract the rider with an inscrutable little smile as she stepped forward, struck, slashing her hand upwards and chopping across the woman's throat.

The rider toppled from the bike, landing awkwardly. Mona stalked round to examine the effects of her fatal blow and was surprised to see the woman start to stand. A red-sheathed leg lashed out, forcing the Amazonian killer onto the defensive. Mona danced backwards with surprising agility, dropping into a fighting stance to meet the suddenly very alert and very aggressive rider.

She dodged one punch, then another, swaying away and then under each attack. She struck back, slamming a fist into what should have been a vulnerable get but only managing to numb her own hand on the rigid plate. Another punch from the outrider came within an inch of connecting. Mona circled, stepping forward to entice a punch and skipping away. The outrider was disciplined, pressing her attack, never overextending, but she was also starting to feel the heat. A rare wild swing allowed Mona to step forward and bring her knee up into the unprotected side of the woman's thigh. A hard punch made similar contact with her kidney and the woman in red stumbled, clutching her side.

Two of Mona's punches were blocked, though the blows still took their toll. A third punch made it through the desperate guard, morphing into an open-palm strike at the last moment and slamming the biker against the wall, the force jarring her body. Mona followed up, shoving the helmet back hard against the solid brick with a satisfying thud.

Dazed, tired, and with restricted movement and vision, the outrider was hopelessly overmatched, yet she fought on. Mona set to work taking her apart with mechanical precision, aiming kicks, punches, elbows and knees at unprotected areas, slamming the rider back against the wall every so often if she seemed to be getting her bearings. Soon the outrider was struggling to stand and Mona triumphantly caught her with a leg sweep, leaving her sprawled on her back, arms and legs numb, pain radiating from half a dozen impact points in her side. Mona straddled her, her weight restricting breathing even further.

With a leisurely calm Mona placed her hand over the vent just below the visor, sealing it shut. Her exhausted, incapacitated opponent barely moved and barely any sound emerged from the confines of the helmet, just heavy breathing as the rider used up the last of the oxygen inside the helmet. Mona squeezed her thighs together on either side of the biker's ribs, compressing her lungs for good measure.

After a minute what few movements there were became uncontrolled. Mona held on through the spasms, feeling the shuddering of the woman's final breath through her shattered body. She remained in place for another two minutes. Only then did she flip the visor up and examine the wide, bloodshot eyes. Their glassy vacancy confirmed another successful kill.

Spoiled, privileged brats had to travel in style, of course, and the stretch limo in the parking lot at the front of the spa was as luxurious as they came. A whole herd of cows must have been culled to supply the leather that coated every seat and half a forest of dark mahogany provided the smooth, shining trim. Cut glass goblets and decanters sat on silver trays recessed into refrigerated cabinets, their contents worth almost as much as the car itself.

And topping it all off was a woman of sublime beauty. Blonde, busty and clothed in a skirt suit so short and tight it left nothing to the imagination; the woman had discarded her sunglasses, cap and gloves and was touching up her make-up in the rear-view mirror. Wet red lips got redder and glossier with each sweep of her hand, eyelashes longer and thicker as the mascara brush worked its magic.

Those lashes framed blue eyes that turned to face the approaching Mona, who added a little more swing to her hips as she made her way towards the car.

“Hi,” she said brightly, leaning down and propping her elbows on the partially open window. Her breasts bulged beneath the dress, silk and lace clearly visible, containing the straining flesh, “I'm Mona. Can I get you anything? Don't want you thinking we've forgotten about you.” She smiled again.

“I'm OK in here, thanks.” The blonde smiled back, her eyes drifting down to Mona's partially exposed cleavage.

“You sure?”

“Yes...though, there is one thing you could do for me.”

“What's that?” Mona oozed helpfulness.

“Well, actually, it's more something you could do to me.” The gorgeous blonde flashed a smile of her own and then leaned forward, her lips meeting Mona's in a lust-fuelled kiss.

“You're very direct, aren't you?” Mona said a little breathlessly.

“If you're not interested...” she left the statement hanging.

Thirty seconds later they were in the back of the limo, hands, tongues and lips exploring. The driver's skirt was soon discarded and her blouse ripped open, revealing satin lingerie beneath, the bra bulging and straining, the panties damp with arousal. Silk whispered with each movement of the chauffeuse's legs and Mona soon found herself in a similarly near-naked state, her lust threatening to overcome her.

The fumbling, pawing, kissing and groping slowly shifted to become more erotic still. The blonde driver pressed her thigh to Mona's crotch and the powerful agent willingly accepted the invitation to grind down on it. At the same time Mona's hand slid inside the driver's satin panties, sliding over skin shaved as smooth as the lingerie's fabric and finding wet lips eager to part. She slipped a finger inside, then another, her thumb flicking over the woman's engorged clit.

“Oh God...” the driver whispered, panting. Mona pulled the blonde's bra down and leaned forward, kissing, sucking and biting erect nipples. Her hand worked frantically, bringing the driver to the very edge of climax.

“I have a confession,” Mona said, pulling her companion's head back roughly and looking into her eyes. “All your colleagues are dead. You're next.” She gave that a moment to sink in, then pulled the blonde's head forward into her full breasts, a strong hand holding her in place so that her mouth and nose were covered by the cool, yielding flesh. Her other hand continued fingering the woman's soaking pussy and she wrapped her legs around her, purposefully not pinning her arms so she could savour the pathetic struggles.

The squeals, thrashing and flailing were even more arousing to Mona than the electric touch of the woman's lips and tongue. She squeezed with her legs and moved her hand down to the back of the blonde's head, a questing finger finding a pressure point at the base of the skull and manipulating it, digging her nail in. Almost immediately the blonde sagged slightly, losing strength and twitching at the interruption of the nerve signals to her brain.

The spasm brought her closer to climax too, her body fighting to stay alive while teetering on the brink of that most vital of sensations. Her eyes could just be seen, looking up from between Mona's breasts. They were pleading, desperate and starting to cloud over, those long lashes flickering pitiably. It was a startling change from the confident seductress of moments earlier and Mona wondered if her confused little brain could understand how thoroughly she'd been taken advantage of.

A little flick of Mona's thumb sent the dying woman over the edge, sparking a thunderous climax that rifled through her body with an intensity she had never experienced before. The increased demand for oxygen was enough to steal her consciousness, the delicious experience of a final orgasm cruelly denied to her by the skilled assassin. Mona held her as the twitches and spasms of death and climax melted into one continuous shudder. She watched the blue eyes flicker and gently close and felt the gorgeous body relax. She held on a full minute longer, pressing the lovely face harder into her breasts to be on the safe side.

Only then did she gently slide her fingers free of the woman's tight sex and lick them clean, enjoying the taste as one would a fine wine. She eased the blonde's head back, the blue-tinged lips peeling away from her skin. She didn't check for a pulse, instead she took the blonde's head in her hands and brutally snapped her neck with a quick twist - a needless precaution, perhaps, but she enjoyed it all the same.

She shoved the body back, letting it slump onto the floor in a dishevelled heap. She began buttoning her dress back up, the body now nothing more than an afterthought

19

Beth approached the roof, having put her uniform back on and swiftly tidied herself up a bit after her exertions in the sauna. Over her uniform she wore the white latex equipment belt that she had first worn when infiltrating the spa earlier on, it didn’t seem particularly incongruous with the uniform and she wanted to be prepared. There would be five targets either sunbathing on the roof or in the bar, three of the girls and two security guards, a tall order if she went in bare handed.
She entered the bar silently and looked around. She could see the backs of both security agents, leaning against a table looking out over the roof. They were both clad in the smart black suits that most of the guards wore, but they had shed their jackets due to the heat. Beth saw both jackets, and to her surprise, both shoulder holsters, hanging on chairs nearby. Judging from the complete lack of attention the two were paying to the door and to her arrival Beth figured that rather than being some sort of hard core last line of defence, these two were actually just the two guards which the boss liked best to be seen with. If they were even professional guards at all. The glass doors leading out to the roof were closed and Beth knew they’d prevent any sound from within getting out, but she would still be visible from outside dealing with these two.
Looking past them onto the roof Beth could see what had so completely captivated their attention. On one of the loungers was the boss, the princess herself, in practical terms if not in the sense of any regal lineage. She was basking on her back, not so much concerned with getting a tan, rather she just liked to be out in the open air and above everybody. She wore a tight black latex bikini top and a short matching skirt, her jet black hair flowed down around her shoulders, her eyes hidden behind a large pair of sunglasses. At her feet crouched a pair of near identical blonde girls, their pouty lips and doe-eyes making them look almost doll-like in their little white bikinis. They were massaging the black haired girl’s feet, occasionally licking them and kissing them too, a duty which seemed to be giving them a near orgasmic level of pleasure. As far as Beth could tell nobody from the outside was looking in. She positioned herself out of sight to prepare.
Beth tugged a pair of short white latex medical gloves from her belt, watching the guards in front of her carefully. She pulled the gloves on, making sure they were tight. The way both guards were leaning forwards in their very short skirts meant that they each provided very inviting slices of flesh between the tops of their stockings and the skirts at the top of their thighs. Very inviting for Beth as she slipped a couple of hypodermic patches from a pocket on the belt and peeled back the protective layers on each. When the patches were primed she cupped one in the palm of each hand and walked silently up behind the guards who still stood gazing longingly out the window.
“Wow, would you look at that,” Beth said, moving between the guards, her hands behind her back, “Isn’t she beautiful?”
“Yeah,” said one of the guards dreamily, a brunette, with soft, youthful features and deep blue eyes, she looked more like a model than a guard, which she actually was. The other guard was a redhead with high cheekbones, full red lips and jade green eyes, another natural beauty, equally under-qualified to protect anything more valuable than a paper cup. Neither seemed to pay too much attention to Beth’s arrival, though the potent looking drinks on the bar in front of them apparently not their first, may have played a part in that.
“I love her skirt,” Beth continued admiringly, “Very shiny and sexy.” She spoke softly, not really wanting to engage the guards in conversation, rather hoping to focus their minds on what they were seeing.
“And I just love the way latex feels, don’t you?” Beth asked.
The two guards nodded. The brunette biting her bottom lip thoughtfully. Neither had given Beth more than a cursory glance since she arrived.
“Of course,” said Beth finally, “Everybody loves the way latex feels don’t they?”
As she said it she reached up under the skirts of the guards and gently cupped their bottoms with her gloved hands, stroking lightly, the hypodermic patches on her palms attaching undetected.
“Hey,” said the redhead, “You’re a bit frisky aren’t you?”
“Well you can’t come to the spa and not have a bit of a massage can you?” Beth gave her butt a little squeeze and the girl smiled.
“Besides,” added Beth, “It’s not like there’s anything wrong, for all they know out there you’re just talking to a member of the staff. No harm in that is there?” It was hard for the guards to disagree, it was a lovely warm afternoon, they’d had a couple of drinks, they were enjoying the show outside and it was surprisingly relaxing to feel the cool gloved hands on them. Perhaps if they had been sober to begin with they would have been more wary of just how relaxed they were feeling now, but it didn’t occur to either of them that there was anything wrong.
Beth continued to stroke and squeeze the girls under their skirts, nothing too aggressive, just some nice, soft caressing while they watched the three girls outside in the sunlight. The brunette remained silent the whole time, pushing her butt deliberately against Beth’s hand, while the redhead was happy to just be petted gently. The massage was helping the drugs in the patches to get into their systems and also to disguise the effects, the tingling, the pleasurable tickle from the drug, both could raise alarm under normal circumstances. As it was it just felt to the guards that Beth was able to give the best butt massage in the world.
It was the redhead who went first, moaning softly and falling back onto the carpet. The brunette turned to look and went tumbling too, her legs completely unresponsive. The sedative in the patches had done its job very well.
Beth turned and crouched between the sleeping beauties. The drug probably wouldn’t keep them asleep long, she knew, but they wouldn’t be in any shape to fight back for a while. She opted to finish the redhead first and began to undo her blouse, smoothing the material back to undercover the pale skin between her breasts. A second hypodermic patch was produced, this one pink in colour with a cute little black skull and crossbones on the back. Beth pressed this into place right in the middle of the girl’s chest, making sure it was firmly attached. The poison contained in this patch worked fast but without subtlety, though it made little difference to a sleeping target. The poison rapidly seeped into her blood, paralysing her heart. Had she been awake this would have been both incredibly painful and probably caused quite a fuss. As it was Beth checked her pulse and it cut out very promptly with little more than a slight hiccup from the girl to indicate she was even in distress before the end.
The brunette was starting to show signs of life but Beth put her hands over her mouth and nose, nothing fancy, just a short, sweet, smother. This didn’t take long either given the girl’s weakened state and the extra tight seal afforded by the gloves.
Carefully, avoiding the line of sight from the outside behind the bar, Beth dragged the bodies of the guards away, rolling them sideways down the stairs.
It was time to face the boss.
20

With two bodies cooling off after their intense workouts and equally intense demises, Jess was struggling to hold her emotions in check. Adrenaline coursed through her, mixing with the anticipation of both the kill and seduction of the gorgeous blonde working out in the final room of the gym.

They'd shared a brief glance when the trio of beauties first arrived; the flicker in the woman's eyes one of confident, lustful promise. Jess intended to make sure she lived up to that promise and walking into the room she took the direct approach, peeling her tight top off and tossing it to the floor before moving silently behind the woman. She gently slid a hand over her shoulder, snaking it down towards her breast. The blonde tensed, a dumbbell in each hand.

“I was wondering when you’d be along,” she said, a half-smile crossing her pale pink lips.

“Business before pleasure,” Jess whispered, emphasising the last word by snaking a hand inside the blonde's top and squeezing a pleasantly large breast.

“I'm Bri,” the blonde said, twisting to face Jess.

“Jess,” The assassin skilfully held Bri in place, gently arresting her turn so she remained behind her. The sigh of disappointment was swallowed by the sudden rush of arousal when Jess's fingers found their way inside her tight spandex shorts.

“Mmm, no panties - naughty girl.” She nipped Bri's neck and trailed her tongue around the top of her ear while her fingers teased their way inside her wet pussy, gently exploring the sensitive folds.

For a moment Bri looked as though she might say something in response. Instead she sagged back, relaxing against Jess's strong, topless body, the dumbbells dropping to the floor with a dull thud. Her hands moved to Jess's thighs, finding little purchase on the slippery spandex.

Arousal spiked within Jess. Feeling Bri relax against her brought back memories of dozens of kills performed in situations like this one. That moment of final release was always so sweet for Jess - like a reward for a job well done. It was disconcerting and stimulating to feel the effect she was having on the beautiful woman.

Long eyelashes flickered, lips parted in a gentle sigh and Jess felt herself getting wetter and wetter just watching Bri's lust turn to barely contained climax.

“Not yet,” she assured her and gently lowered her to the ground, twisting the pliant woman around and pulling at the tight top. The blue spandex ripped but neither woman cared. Jess lunged forward to take a hard nipple between her lips, sucking, licking and biting. Bri writhed beneath her, grinding hard against questing fingers, her hands grabbing Jess's head and forcing her to stay locked against her cleavage. Jess didn't object.

“Fuck...” Bri moaned, biting her lip, her whole body tingling, electric fire racing up and down her spine. She was so close now...so very close.

With expert timing, Jess disengaged, a seductive smile playing across her lips. Bri moaned a desperate plea, robbed of her orgasm.

“Not yet,” Jess whispered, finally allowing herself the kiss she'd been craving since first setting eyes on her prize. Lips yielded and their tongues danced, bodies entwined and desire magnified ten-fold. Bri's hands clawed along Jess's back, her legs locking around her hips.

“God I want you,” she hissed, pulling Jess down for another kiss, grinding against the agent's thigh.

“I know,” Jess smiled, fingers making gentle circles on Bri's neck. The blonde relaxed, happy just to feel how sensitive her whole body seemed. “Good girl,” Jess purred, savouring her control and the instant reaction from her partner. “I'm going to make you cum now,” she promised, letting the massage drain the energy from the blonde until she was a weak, helpless plaything.

Her prey now well and truly primed, Jess employed both her thumbs for very different purposes. The first rubbed hard on Bri's clit, sending pulses of electric arousal seething through her body in wave after wave of ecstasy. The second pressed on the nerve cluster at the base of Bri's neck. She sighed, body tense with the climax, back arched, mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. The reduced blood flow and sudden interruption of signals to her brain, combined with the physiological shock of the orgasm, put her almost instantly into a deep sleep, her body still twitching from the waves of pleasure.

“Good girl,” Jess said again, trailing her hand down from Bri's neck to her chest. The young blonde was completely limp, a thin line of drool sliding from her slack lips. Jess leaned forward and kissed her softly, savouring her plaything. Then she whispered in Bri's ear: “Time to die sweetie.”

Her fingers struck with deadly precision, jabbing quickly and repeatedly at three points on Bri's chest - two above and one below the heart. The effect was instantaneous. The unconscious, super-fit young woman spasmed, her writhing kept in check by Jess's weight atop her. Her heartbeat fluctuated wildly as the coordinated attack weakened and disrupted the flow of blood and the action of the muscle. Jess kept her hand between the blonde's legs, smiling as her death throes mirrored the actions of a few moments ago.

Finally Bri's beleaguered heart gave out, sending a final shudder through the blonde's toned body. Jess remained there a few moments, tenderly stroking the dead woman's cheek before she leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“A pity,” she whispered to herself, licking her fingers clean of Bri's juices. She rose and her training was already working to push the memory of the innocent young woman to the back of her mind, compartmentalising the kill. The mission was not yet over.

21

Nat walked around the edge of the swimming pool, the heels of her boots clicking on the tiles, until she reached the edge of the pool where the two girls were leaning, not swimming yet, just bobbing up and down, treading water and waiting for their friend. The first girl was the tattooed blonde from the changing rooms, the other was a brunette wearing a green bikini that was so revealing it was less a bikini and more string. The girl in green seemed rather ill at ease and it didn’t take Nat long to work out why as she walked towards them, it was because she didn’t know the blonde. This interested Nat, and gave her an idea. Why not help her out of her awkward situation?
“Hi,” Nat said to the brunette, “You friend sent me to fetch you, she just wants a quick word in the changing room.”
The blonde looked slightly uneasy, but the dark haired girl looked almost eager to go. With a smile of relief she eased herself out of the pool and sauntered off towards the changing room. Nat followed her at her measured pace, gaining on her so that as they entered the changing rooms she was right behind the girl.
“Where is she?” asked the brunette as she entered the room and looked around.
Nat didn’t reply, she just reached over the brunette’s shoulders, grabbed her bikini and whipped it upwards, wrapping the thin garment around her throat, pulling it tight before the victim had even registered what was happening.
The bikini bit into the girl’s neck, and she grabbed at it, trying to get it free, a cry for help coming as nothing more than a croak. Nat pushed the shiny toe of her boot into the back of the girl’s knees, first one, then the other. This forced her legs to buckle, allowing Nat to push the girl down to her knees. She was handling the girl carefully, not wanting to get up close and get her uniform wet, it was taking a little longer but she felt it worth the risk.
With the girl on her knees it was easy for Nat to step in close and push her own knee up against the back of her neck, pinning the girl in place while she was strangled. She rocked the girl backwards and forwards with her knee soothingly, though it didn’t have much effect as she wheezed and steadily turned from pink to red to purple.
Gradually the girl’s arms drooped lower until they hung limp at her sides. Nat smiled to herself and dragged the girl over to the changing stall, using the bikini garrotte almost as a handle, dumping the girl inside.
With two of the girls disposed of Nat returned to the pool where she noticed the blonde was now sitting on the edge of the pool, her hand reaching inside the stack of towels next to her. Nat walked around towards her, the click of her heels giving her a confident air. She got the sense that something was not right though.
Sure enough by the time Nat had reached the girl she had moved to a crouching position, her hand still among the towels.
“They won’t be long I’m sure,” Nat lied politely. Though this was clearly not the news the girl wanted.
She stood up, a gun sliding from the pile of towels. A squat, powerful autoloader with a chunky built in silencer. It was a weapon more usual for an assassin than a bodyguard. Nat saw the weapon and lunged, surprising the blonde, grabbing the girl’s hand, pointing the weapon away from her.
They stood there for a moment, locked together, the gun motionless as both women cancelled out the others attempts to bring it to bear.
The tattooed blonde soon worked out who she was up against. The other girls disappearing and the fact that her beautiful opponent wasn’t trying to raise the alarm were big clues in themselves, but the giveaway was how fast she’d reacted and how strong she was. They fought in silence, glaring at each other.
It was Nat who broke the deadlock, kicking her opponent in her bare shin with the toe of her boot, then trying to stamp the heel down on the blonde’s red nailed toes. The blonde lurched out of the way and stumbled as Nat followed, driving her opponent back and managing to gain some further control of the gun. As soon as she could she squeezed the blonde’s finger against the trigger, the gun clicking softly, spitting a low velocity fragmenting bullet harmlessly into the pool. The ammunition the gun carried was specially made, it wouldn’t penetrate a phone book, let alone a wall, but it’d tear up an unarmoured person in all kinds of ways.
Nat squeezed off more shots from the gun, the gun muzzle raising as she did so, the rounds hitting the tiled walls with loud smacks. She kept at it until the last click from the gun was not answered by the sound of a bullet hitting anything. At that moment both women let go of the gun and attacked each other directly. The blonde lunged, dodging another stomp from Nat, and shoved her opponent backwards hard. Nat’s boots slipped on the tiles and she fell hard, landing painfully on her backside with the blonde on top of her, pushing down on top of her and trying to entangle her legs with her own.
“I’ve got you,” said the blonde finally, grinning in triumph as she felt her legs lock into position, pinning Nat’s legs in place.
“You have,” replied Nat breathlessly, her chest rising and falling, struggling in vain to free her arms, “What are you going to do with me?”
“I’m going to kill you,” said the blonde hungrily, looking into Nat’s big brown eyes. Nat’s eyelashes fluttered in fear and she squirmed against her captor again. She could see the blonde assassin’s nipples pushing hard against the flimsy bikini top and squirmed against her again.
“Please don’t kill me!” begged Nat, her chest heaving now as she struggled. She could feel the blonde pressing against her more tightly, enjoying her victory. As the blonde pressed against her she treated her to another squirm, brushing against her nipples now as her captor got even closer.
Nat moaned pitifully, biting her lower lip and grinding her hips up against the blonde, as if trying to push her away, and this was the last straw. The blonde leaned down and kissed her deeply, unable to resist any more. She released Nat’s wrists and grabbed for the front of her uniform, trying to undo it, ripping the buttons off to get at what lay within.
For her part Nat continued to play the reluctant victim for a moment longer, but just a moment. As the women writhed together she was able to free her legs and as soon as she did she struck.
Her knee struck the blonde sharply in the crotch, causing the would-be killer to freeze in almost complete shock. Nat ground her knee into the damp bikini bottoms for a second and then slammed the knee in again, then again. The blonde made a wheezing sound and sagged forwards against her.
“Aww, poor baby,” said Nat, “That must have hurt. Let me give you a hug.” She wrapped her arms around the back of the blonde’s head and pulled her face down into her cleavage which the other assassin had been good enough to mostly free from the confines of the uniform. She angled herself slightly, pressing the girl’s face tight against one of her breasts, the cool flesh covering her mouth and nose. The blonde struggled and tried to push herself away buy every time she did Nat would ram her knee up into her sex again. When the blonde tried to escape she was hit, but for the moments she was calm Nat would rub her knee against her softly. It was a simple but effective conditioning and it took the fight out of the blonde rather well.
Nat continued to breathe heavily, finding that it was making the smother more effective as she watched the blonde turn a pretty shade of red. Soon she had passed out completely, either from pain or suffocation Nat couldn’t say, so she kept smothering just to be sure. After a few more seconds the blonde made another big effort to break free, but when playing dead failed she soon found herself very actually dead.
With a sigh Nat rolled the dead assassin into the pool and stood up. That had turned out to be tougher than she expected. She looked up at the clock on the wall, it was nearly time to go.

22

Beth had hidden herself to watch the girls on the roof and to prepare her attack. Simply going out there didn’t seem like an option, she doubted her ability to just fight three women head on let alone stop the target getting away. The two girls in the white bikinis were still hard at work on the boss’s feet, all three utterly engrossed, even if the object of all this attention was trying to appear diffident. It was a lovely view, but Beth knew she was going to have to break up this party.
From her belt she extracted a small blowgun, assembling it carefully and loading it with a small pellet. The pellet was a ball of sedative, rather than a dart. It wouldn’t have as much effect as even a small hypodermic dart, but Beth was willing to gamble that in the heat, with the drinking and the atmosphere, that it wouldn’t take much to slow one of the girls down.
She put the tube to her lips and watched the nearer girl through a gap in the window, her eyes drawn to her lovely round bottom. Beth aimed carefully and fired. The pellet struck with an inaudible tap, ricocheting away. At this distance Beth couldn’t see any mark, but she expected that it might have stung a little. Sure enough the girl looked accusingly to the other blonde, as if she thought the other girl had prodded her, but she soon went back to work, her tongue creeping along and in between the dainty pale toes of her mistress.
Beth put the blowgun away carefully and resumed watching the show as her victim continued in her tender ministrations. The effect was subtle at first, though it developed swiftly; the girl seemed a little faint, a little clumsy. This prompted the princess to kick her playfully a few times, laughing with the other girl. The blonde continued as best she could, but it was clear she was struggling. Beth couldn’t hear what was being said but it was clear that the boss found her condition both very funny and yet, at the same time, unacceptable.
After a moment the dark haired beauty seemed to decide that enough was enough, easing herself off the sun lounger with the grace and poise of an aristocratic cat. This seemed to alarm the woozy blonde, who protested and tried to get to her feet. The other blonde however was now stood behind her and was holding her down by the shoulders. Clearly there was no loyalty or affection between the two doll-like women. Beth continued to watch, transfixed by the grace and poise of the black haired girl as she slipped effortlessly out of her skirt and crouched down in front of the blonde. Beth wished she could hear what she was saying as it seemed to calm the girl in front of her, almost in resignation.
“Has she fired her?” Beth wondered aloud to herself, unsure from the start if the two blondes were professional lackeys or friends who had taken hanger-on status to new levels.
The question was answered soon enough. Beth watched the girl pick up the black latex skirt from the ground behind her and hand it to the other blonde. The girl then pulled the black latex tight across the face of the kneeling blonde while the princess, with that same delicacy of motion she always possessed, leaned forward and planted a lingering, tender kiss on the sealed mouth of her servant.
Beth continued to watch, amazed that the blonde she had drugged was not actually defending herself. Was she that out of it, or was she that loyal? Her hands hovered sort of halfway between her face and her lap, as she struggled against her instinct to resist. The dark haired beauty, still wearing her sunglasses, kissed the blonde through the latex again, smoothing the rubber down with her soft hands.
The blonde passed out at that point and the other blonde let her go, spoiling the mood for Beth, who had assumed that this would be a more fatal encounter. Beth smiled to herself, she’d almost forgotten than recreational asphyxia didn’t actually have to be fatal. Although in this case it probably would be. She saw the princess dispatch the conscious blonde towards the bar, apparently with instructions to get a glass of water, and moved towards the door to lie in wait.
Once the blonde was out of sight from the roof, searching around the bar for the bodyguards, Beth attacked. She struck from behind, grabbing the girl by her shoulders, as she had done to her twin, but Beth’s grip was more insidious and painful. She drove her fingers deep into the girl’s flesh, applying crushing force to the pressure points, paralysing her victim with sheer pain and forcing her down first to her knees, and then pushing her forward onto the floor. Even without a gag the girl was barely able to make a sound; such was her pain and shock.
“Poor dear,” crooned Beth with evil sentimentality, “You’re so tense. I know just how to fix that.” She drove her thumbs harder into the vulnerable tissue causing the girl to shudder and let out a soft croak of pain.
“Just going to give you a nice little backrub,” continued Beth, pouring on the pressure with her right hand while with her left she adjusted her grip to apply maximum force through her thumb. It was a carefully orchestrated approach; she had to control how much pain she was inflicting and vary it, lest the victim recover enough to be able to fight back.
Carefully Beth settled down atop the girl, resting her weight on her knees, pressing down on her lower back, making it harder to breathe. With her left thumb now doing most of the damage Beth moved her right hand down, pressing into the yielding flesh with her knuckles as she went, all the way down her back, feeling for the vulnerable points, attacking them as she went. The diaphragm, the heart, the lungs, she worked her knuckles hard into the pressure points. This was not enough to just shut off the organs, but she was able to greatly increase the stress on them.
The girl was trying to struggle now but Beth moved her right hand back up to her shoulder and reapplied the pain grip on that side which paralysed her again.
“So much stress,” Beth breathed, “It’s not healthy.” She moved her left hand up to the girls face and began to rub her temple firmly with her thumb.
The girl tried to struggle but she was almost completely overwhelmed at this point, it was getting very hard to breathe and she in so much pain she could barely think. The pressure applied to her shoulders had had the effect of making her arms almost leaden too, she could barely lift them.
“Now what I want you to do is have a nice, fatal, stroke,” said Beth, as if she was describing just another ordinary effect of a massage, “Just shut that brain right down for me.” She moved her thumb with slower, more firm, strokes.
Beth could see the girl starting to drool; she was losing control of her body, air bubbles and blood clots getting to her brain while a lack of oxygen and an exhausted nervous system only made matters worse. Her wide blue eyes blinked slowly and then stopped moving, frozen open, as her body came to an immediate stop. No pulse, no breath, no life.
Quickly Beth moved off the body and turned her over, giving those wondrous fake breasts an exploratory rub for good measure. They felt as good as they looked, but Beth knew she didn’t have time to mess around. She stood up, smoothed her uniform, and headed out onto the roof.
Once on the roof Beth headed straight for the still supine blonde in the bikini. The dark haired princess seemed to ignore her at first, reclining back on her sunbed. She spoke only when Beth was close enough to that she didn’t have to raise her voice.
“What are you doing?” she asked cuttingly, her expression imperious behind the sunglasses. She didn’t seem particularly interested in Beth, but did not welcome her arrival.
“I was asked to help, apparently she fainted?” Beth replied, kneeling next to the blonde who was now propped up against the sunbed.
The princess ignored the reply and returned to the important nothing that she was doing when Beth first arrived.
Beth examined the blonde quickly. She thumbed one of her eyelids back, noting the eye rolled back dreamily, checking her breathing, deep and level, fast asleep. She soon ascertained that the combination of being suffocated into unconsciousness with the skirt and the small dose of sedative she’d been given had put the girl out more or less for the count. Beth saw no reason to let the dozing doll get back into the world of the conscious and so, while pretending to take the girl’s pulse, she squeezed the artery in her neck with her fingers.
“I’m just going to put you in the recovery position,” Beth explained softly, for the benefit of the princess, as she lowered the blonde to the ground, still gently killing her with her fingertips. Without relinquishing the pressure on her throat Beth adjusted the position of the blonde so she looked more comfortable, making a show of fussing over her while all the time starving her brain of oxygen. It only took a couple of minutes, and she smiled warmly as the blonde’s breathing slowed and finally stopped.
“When is she going to get up?” asked the princess lazily, a perfect foot drifting lazily off the sun lounger to kick lightly at the dead girl, the red toe nails glinting like rubies in the sunlight.
“Not for a while, she’s taken a turn for the worse, must be the heat.” Beth stood up and walked over to the top end of the sun lounger, looking down on the beautiful girl lying on it, savouring her delicate yet curvy form.
The princess looked up Beth with a faintly indignant pout on her shiny lips.
“It’s rude to stare,” the princess said, as if deciding that for once in her life she didn’t want the attention on her body.
“It’s rude to do this too,” replied Beth, sliding onto the lounger, straddling the girl, “But it’s still happening. Isn’t that strange?” The princess struggled a little, at first Beth thought she was being playful, but it was soon apparent that she was simply very weak. Her skin was as soft as silk, but while she wasn’t out of shape there was little strength to her. Like an overly pampered house cat she was almost entirely harmless. She squeaked a little in protest as Beth grabbed her breasts, squeezing them firmly together, squishing them round and round in circles.
“Stop that!” she yelped.
Beth continued, enjoying her victim’s outrage as she worked her harder, digging her nails into the soft flesh, causing the beautiful girl to let out another ridiculous squeak of pain. Even now, mused Beth, surely aware of the trouble she’s in, this girl can’t even manage to respond like a normal person, even facing death she was a caricature of womanhood. Beth could feel herself starting to really resent her prey now, not just for who she was, which didn’t matter anyway because she was going to be dead soon, but for the fact that she was somebody judged worth killing. Somebody was paying Beth and the team enough money to buy a small city block just to take out this near worthless specimen, and to do that they’d authorised the deaths of all the others in the way. All for this glorified pet.
With a grim smile Beth leaned forward, pressing down against the girl, moving her hands to her face, kissing her softly on the lips. This silenced the complaints. Beth held the girl still with her hands, kissing her over and over, opening her mouth, though not probing with her tongue. She would have liked to, but she didn’t want to risk getting any part of her anatomy bitten off. The girl was breathing heavily now, her cheeks flushed with shame and indignation.
As they kissed Beth moved her hand swiftly, pinching the girl’s nose shut with her finger and thumb. She let out a muffled moan and pawed at Beth’s shoulders, trying to push her away, but she was unable to resist. She tried to open her mouth and turn her head to catch a breath, but Beth was on her all the way, sucking on her face like an amorous teenager on her first good date, stealing the breath from the princess’s mouth.
They writhed together like this for a moment, Beth enjoying herself but getting the sense more and more that, while her victim was struggling for breath, she probably wasn’t actually going to suffocate from this treatment. She was quick and cunning, sneaking a breath her and there, enough to sustain herself. So Beth decided to cheat, moving a free hand down to the girl’s chest, seeking out one of her nipples through the black rubber of her bikini top. She felt the girl react, her concentration distracted from breathing to the pleasure as Beth’s fingers toyed with her, her next attempt to steal a breath faltering.
Beth could sense the end coming now, the princess was trying to breathe but her concentration was shot, she couldn’t focus and her lethal paramour was one step ahead every time. As panic began to set in she tried to pull Beth’s head back by the hair, but she was too weak to do more than cause a little pain that in the circumstances Beth actually rather liked. She reciprocated by pinching the nipple she had been teasing between her thumb and fingers, digging her shiny pink thumb nail into the latex and the sensitive flesh below. She felt the girl expending precious air in a moan of pain and maintained the pressure, keeping her lips locked on as the girl fainted.
With the princess unconscious Beth moved the hand from her nose to cover her mouth as well and sat back. She knew it wouldn’t take long to finish the girl now. The entire mission, all those other killings, had led her to this one. With that in mind the least Beth could do was keep her hand pressed tightly over her pretty victim’s face until she was completely beyond the help of anything medical science had to offer. Her free hand searched for a pulse in the girl’s neck, found a very slight one, pressed down on the artery to shut it down. A minute passed in silence and the job was complete.

23

Beth was the last to return to the reception area. Jess glanced up from behind the reception desk and returned the killer's smile.
“All done?” she asked brightly.
“Oh yes,” Beth's smile grew wider. Jess understood her mood perfectly.
The office door opened to reveal Nat. She greeted Beth with a curt nod and closed the door behind her, sealing away the pile of bodies stashed in the manager's office.
“Let's go,” she said, sweeping past the pair of satisfied agents who fell into step behind her, Jess picking up the two bags stuffed with their suits and other gear. Mona brought the van round as they exited into the midday sun.
“Targets neutralised?” Mona asked, leaning on the open driver's window.
“All targets eliminated,” Nat confirmed.
Mona smiled - a rare show of emotion from the stoic assassin. “Excellent. Jump in.”
The van pulled away up the long private road and then out onto the empty highway. The spa sat bathing in the sun behind them. It only gave up its macabre secret the next morning when the deputy manager came to open up. By then the killers were well on their way to their next job, such was the demand for their specialised skills.