I have been hunting the illustrious master assassin, Eleanor Carlisle, for almost a month. I have finally tracked her down to an old abandoned factory on the outskirts of Millennium City. My heart is pounding and I’m as stealthy and as alert as ever, as I close in on the facility. I have no illusions. She is one of the Seven Master Assassins and rumor has it that she might also be one of the Nine Elders of the Order of Io. She is extremely well connected. She must know that I’m coming. This could very well be the end of me, but I have to take my chance.
I hide in the waist high grass that surrounds the old factory. My heart jumps as I spot her through a broken window. She is carrying her gun, obviously alert. I sink a lump in my throat. There was a tiny chance that I might catch her off her guard, but I guess I wasn’t that lucky. I just hope she doesn’t have backup in there. Eleanor’s merits are far greater than mine. Even alone she’s clearly overmatching me. I watch in silence for several hours. Fortunately, I don’t see anyone else there. I dive into the high grass and quickly circle around to the other side of the facility, just in case she has spotted me, before I approach.
I reach the factory and lean up against a concrete wall. Then I quickly peek around the corner, in through an old loading gate. My heart skips a beat! There she is! She is standing completely still behind a rusty cast iron stairway, listening intensely, her attention apparently directed towards door in the wall opposite to the loading gate. She must be thinking that I’m coming through from the other side. This is an opportunity I cannot – must not – miss!
I take a deep breath. I know that she is lightning fast. I get one chance and one chance only. I must be both fast and persuasive. There will be no second chance. My heart is racing, my palms are sweaty, but I’m ready. Ready as I’ll ever be. Here goes nothing. I clutch the gun hard, bite my lower lip, take another deep breath and then I jump out from behind the wall, aiming the gun right at her chest.
’You move, I drop you where you stand!’ I say, trying to sound calm. Her eyes dart to the right, staring straight at me, the rest of her body tense but motionless. For just a fraction of a second, she must be contemplating if she should try her luck and go for the shot. My finger is taunt at the trigger and for the very same fraction of a second, I contemplate if I should fire straight away and not take any further chances.
We both stand still, her gun still extended into the air, my gun aimed right at her heart. We are tense, motionless, and noiseless. After a few intense seconds, she breaks the silence. ‘I guess you got the drop on me there, kiddo.’ She says without moving anything other than her lips. ‘So where do we go from here?’ I almost can’t believe it. How could I be so lucky? No, maybe it’s a trap. Maybe someone’s hiding somewhere, ready to drop me. Too soon to celebrate, I must stay on my toes.
’You are Eleanor Carlisle, correct?’ I say. She nods gently. ‘You know I am. Otherwise you wouldn’t be here.’ She says matter of fact. ‘And according to my intelligence, you are Ditte Nielsen, a junior rank Danish assassin. You have balls, kiddo. Surely you don’t expect to survive this? Listen, since you are just a noob and I have no quarrel with you, I’ll let you live. Run now. Last chance. Go, kiddo.’ Her words are clearly meant to intimidate me. But they do not.
‘Did you really think I’d fall for a cheap trick like that?’ I ask and smile. I don’t feel intimidated, I feel relieved. ‘You underestimated me, didn’t you? You don’t have any backup. You thought I’d be a piece of cake for you.’ I say. I can see in her eyes that I’m hitting close to home. ‘Yes, I know I’m right and you know it too. Now, lower your gun. Slowly. And don’t point it anywhere near in my direction.’
She swallows a lump in her throat. Good. She is shaken. Then she lowers the gun. Slowly. As it reaches her hips, she turns it every so slightly in my direction. Obviously an attempt to test my alertness as well as my resolve. ‘No! Put it down now!’ I yell and gesture with my gun. ‘Easy, don’t do anything rash, kiddo.’ She says as she slowly puts the gun down on the floor. ‘Now kick it towards me.’ I command. She obeys.
‘OK, so obviously I underestimated you, kiddo. What you did was quite impressive. You obviously got some skill.’ She says as she sends her gun, which is now lying between my feet, a mournful glance. ‘Listen, I can use someone like you. Whatever anyone else is paying, I’ll triple it. I’ll take you under my wings. I’ll get you set up for life. You know who I am, you know I can make good on my promises.’
’Get down on your knees.’ I command. She obeys slowly. She still looks smug, like she thinks that she can talk her way out of this. ‘Listen, Eleanor, I might be green but I was not born yesterday. It is against the Creed to dishonor a contract and it is against the Creed to accept a traitor into your ranks.’ I say and watch the smug look on her face fade slowly. ‘There is only one way this can end, Eleanor, and you know it. I’m sorry.’ I say and aim the gun at her face.
‘Wait. Wait a minute.’ She says with a nervous voice, her smug demeanor now completely gone. ‘You have studied the Creed. You are a true assassin.’ I nod. She continues. ‘Do you know of the Codes?’ She asks. ‘Small amendments made to the original Creed by the Order of Io?’ Again I nod. ‘The Order has no official authority. The Creed is the responsibility of the Council of Seven. You of all people must know that.’ I say. This time she nods.
’True. The Codes are not formally enforced and I cannot hold you by them. But still, they do contain some wisdom, and even though I can make no formal claim of you on their basis, you are free to follow them, if you wish.’ She explains as her hands slide up her slender stomach, up to her breasts. I suddenly notice that the look on her face has changed. She looks less tense, less formal. She looks almost… excited. What is happening?
‘There is one Code… know as The Lady’s Code. Have you heard of that?’ She asks. I nod, surprised and intrigued by this unexpected turn of events. Is she really considering this? I find it hard to imagine. But then she speaks again. ‘Do you know that I was one of the three Elders who wrote that Code?’ She says. ‘No. I did not.’ I reply honestly. She smiles. ‘Well, I was. I always thought it would be applied to my victims only, but it would be an honor, if you would apply it to me. Consider it my last request.’
’Delayed extinction in exchange for intimate exposure.’ I say, recalling the essence of the Lady’s Code. ‘How do I know it’s not a trap? You may just be stalling for time, until reinforcements arrive to take me out.’ Eleanor smiles. ‘Always alert, always thinking ahead. Yes, you are a true assassin, love.’ She says. ‘But using it to stall for time would be a violation of the Lady’s Code. It can only be invoked when death is inevitable. Do you really think I would break my own Code? I might as well put a gun to my head and pull the trigger – I would be hunted down like a dog by the Order.’
I stare into her eyes. She looks honest. I nod, pull off my coat and thrown it on the floor right in front of her. As I pull off the coat, my top creeps up a bit and I feel the cold air in the room against the lower of my breasts. I notice that she is staring. Does she find me attractive? I must admit that I feel strangely honored that such a distinguished lady would take any interest in me whatsoever. And did she just call me love instead of kiddo? ‘OK, I grant you your request.’ I say.
’Good. Very good.’ She says and crawls onto my leather coat. It is slightly softer and warmer than the old, dusty hardwood floor. She seems genuinely grateful for the gesture. ‘So you have never done this before?’ She says as she slowly pulls off her top. ‘No. Fast and clean, that has always been my preference.’ I say. ‘I guess I just never really considered it before.’ Eleanor looks up at me in surprise. ‘Really? Have you never killed a woman that you found sexually attractive?’
‘I don’t know. I guess so. I’ve just always focused on fulfilling my contract, no distractions.’ I reply. She looks up at me while she fondles her own breast. ‘But life is distractions, love. If you only focus on your work, you’ll miss out on, well, everything.’ She says with a soft voice. ‘Besides, don’t you find me attractive? Don’t you think a beautiful woman deserves to be honored one last time, before she is ended?’
’I guess so. I honestly didn’t consider it before. But yes… yes you are… very beautiful.’ I reply honestly and somewhat shyly. I don’t think I’ve ever complimented another woman like that before, but Eleanor really is extremely beautiful. Her eyes are amazing, her facial features chiseled and delicate and her hair looks like a warm halo that makes her face shine like a sun. Her shoulders are delicate, her stomach flat and fit, her breasts firm and shapely and her legs long and slender. And her entire form is wrapped in perfect, flawless, silky smooth skin. She is by all measures a beautiful woman.
‘Thank you. You honor me. You are also very beautiful, love.’ She says and smiles at me with a melancholic look in her eyes. ‘I’m glad it’s you. If I have to die, I’m happy that it will at least be at the hands of an amazingly skillful and beautiful woman.’ Her words make me all warm inside. I feel an incredible sensation of pleasure and gratitude. She has no reason to flatter me, not now, not in her position. She must really mean what she is saying. It makes me so proud.
She turns her back on me and slowly pulls off her miniskirt and panties, revealing an amazingly shapely ass and delicate shaved labia. ‘Do you like?’ She asks. I nod. ‘I never looked at a woman like that before.’ I whisper. ‘But yes, I like. You look absolutely marvelous. I can hardly believe that you, one of the most distinguished assassins of all time, an officer of both the Council and the Order, would honor a nobody like me by expose herself to me and showering me with words of praise.’
‘But love, you are far from a nobody. You are beautiful and skilled and soon you’ll be the one who took out the legendary Eleanor. You’ll go far, I have no doubt. You’ll be a legend in your own right.’ She says, as far as I can tell, truthfully. ‘Ending me will earn you powerful enemies in the Council and the Order. But I believe you have the skill and intelligence to stay alive. I believe in you, Ditte.’
’How can you be so kind? How can you not hate me, when I’m going to end you?’ I ask, utterly amazed by what she just said – and the fact that she said it at all. Again, she sends me a melancholic smile. ‘I always knew this day would come. It kinda goes with the profession.’ She says while she stares op at me, her gaze alternating between my gun and the small part of my breasts visible beneath my top. Suddenly an epiphany strikes me and I pull off the top. Eleanor smiles. ‘Thank you, love. You have such amazing breasts; I was just dying to see them in full. And believe you me, I have not been disappointed.’
‘But as I said, when you become an assassin, you also accept that you become a potential mark. I have always known that. You must know that as well.’ She continues, her eyes now fixed on my naked bosom. I don’t feel embarrassed, I feel proud that she obviously enjoys the look of my body. She makes no pretence to hide that. ‘Death is inevitable. Not just for assassins, but for all living things. When I became an assassin, I made a promise to myself not to fear death, but to embrace it when it comes and make the most of the experience. And the fact that you will be my killer makes it so much easier.’
As she speaks, she turns around on the coat. Her movements are a bit awkward, but still she looks graceful. She sits down on her butt, then leans backwards and rests on her elbow. Then she slowly pulls her legs apart, revealing her beautiful crotch in all its glory. She has the most delicate, most shapely, most perfect labia I have ever seen. Not that I’ve seen a lot, but still. She also has a small, well groomed patch of hair on her pubis. She obviously takes good care of herself, down there.
‘This is it. This is all of me. No more, no less.’ She says as she looks up at me with an intense look in her eyes as she continues. ‘I hope you see me. Really see me. See me, not just as a mark, a means to fulfill a contract or as a trophy, but as a woman of flesh and blood. And I hope you like what you see.’ I nod. ‘I do. You are an amazing woman, Eleanor. I will always remember you, I promise.’ I whisper. She manages a weak smile. Then melancholy creeps into her eyes again. She looks at me. ‘It’s time.’
’Yes, it’s time.’ I say. She lies down on the coat and braces herself for what is to come. ‘One last request, if you will?’ She whispers and stares up at me with a beseeching look in her eyes. ‘Please don’t shoot me in the face. I don’t want to be ugly when they find me. If I can choose, shoot me in the guts. Let me die of internal bleeding. I’m not afraid of the pain. I don’t want to die fast or clean, I want to feel death embrace me slowly; I want to experience the process of dying. Please?’
‘You are so brave, Eleanor. How can I refuse?’ I reply. She smiles. I smile back. ‘I meant what I said. I’ll always remember you, Eleanor. I only got to know you for a short while, but you are definitely one of the most amazing, empathic, intelligent, brave and beautiful women this world has ever seen. It has been an honor and a pleasure to meet you. I see the wisdom of the Lady’s Code. I will carry on its legacy. I doubt that I’ll ever get a mark as beautiful as you, but if anyone ever comes close, I’ll offer her the mercy of the Lady’s Code.’
’Thank you. I thank you with all my heart and with all my soul. You are an extraordinary assassin, Ditte. I’m so happy that it will be you who ends me.’ Eleanor whispers as I slowly and carefully take aim at her soft, beautiful stomach. Suddenly a wide smile makes her face light up through the melancholy. ‘God, you are so beautiful, Ditte. I’m absolutely delighted that your beautiful breasts and your lovely face will be the last things I ever see in this world. I could not ask for any greater mercy in my final moments.’
I have my aim. Yet I hesitate. There is so much more I want to know about this woman, so much more I want to learn from her and learn about her. She notices my hesitation. ‘Love, you can do it. I know what you are thinking. Yes, we could have been amazing together, but you have your contract and if you let me live, the Creed would demand that I end you.’ She whispers with the softest voice I’ve ever heard. ‘Do it. Pull the trigger. I’m ready. I don’t blame you for anything. I’m grateful for the gift you have given me; to be allowed to die by the very Code that I authored. I love you.’
I pull the trigger. The bark of the gun echoes through the empty halls of the factory. The bullet smashes into her soft guts with a wet thud. Concentric circles race across the delicate skin of her stomach, like the waves caused by a pebble thrown into a pond, only much faster. Her body trembles and a strained look appear on her face, but she does not scream. She only sighs and gasps intensely.
‘Oh god… oh god.’ She gasps, fighting for control over her voice. ‘I can feel it… inside me… I’m ripped apart… It’s like… like a burning spear impales me… god, the pain is so… so intense and… yet so exquisite.’ I watch in silent awe at the amazing spectacle in front of me. For a second I consider firing a second bullet into her heart, to put her out of her misery, but as I aim the gun at her, she shakes her head. ‘No… no… let me suffer.’ She whispers. ‘I want this… this last experience…. please… enjoy it with me… please.’
The pain appears excruciating, but I sense a hint of pleasure in her eyes. Whether it’s pleasure or pain that causes it, the squirming of her body is exquisite. I can see her muscles tensing under her perfect skin, her breasts jiggle back and forth erotically and the look on her face is so amazingly intense. I have never been sexually attracted to another woman before, but in that moment it happens. I feel a strong, warm, burning sensation inside me. I can’t resist it. Why should I?
I pull down my shorts and kick them off. Then I let my left hand wander, caressing my stomach and my breasts, as my right hand press the gun against the thin fabric of my panties covering my swollen labia. It feels wonderful. My excitement is mounting. Eleanor stares up at me with a grateful look in her eyes. It seems like my excitement excites her as well. Her excitement grows, apparently slowly winning over the pain that had her body in its cold grip.
’Oh god, this is amazing, I never thought… I never thought…’ Eleanor whispers as her body continues to squirm ever so deliciously, now in more pleasure than pain. She slowly lets her hands slide up to her breasts. She squeezes her hard, perky nipples and massages her breasts while she moans. I moan as well. Her excitement excites me, and my excitement excites her. It’s a positive feedback and it feels amazing.
I stare into her eyes and she stares into mine. It is like our minds and souls sync up and we feel each others’ pleasure. It is truly astonishing, like nothing I have ever experienced before. I rub the gun harder against my panties, enjoying how they get moist. Then I pull them aside and rub the cold, hard steel directly against my wet labia. Eleanor nods appreciatively while her right hand slides down her delicate stomach, down to her excited crotch. We rub ourselves in perfect harmony until neither of us can contain ourselves any longer.
We scream out in orgasm at the exact same time. Our cries echo through the empty halls of the abandoned factory, blending joyously as the sound waves bounce back and forth between the walls like frolicking lovers. When we can scream no more, we huff and pant, gasping for air and trying to regain our strength. ‘Thank you.’ Eleanor whispers and stares up at me with an intense and strained look in her eyes. Then she slowly closes her eyes. A few drops of blood draw a read line from her lips as her body trembles ever so lightly. Then she is still.
Eleanor Carlisle, Master Assassin and Elder of the Order, is no more. The world has lost an amazing woman but I swear that I will carry on her legacy to the best of my abilities. She gave the world the Lady’s Code and I will pass it on. She also showed me how to die bravely and how to turn an experience that most people fear and dread into something beautiful and enjoyable. I will remember what she taught me to the second I draw my final breath.
I pull my coat out from under Eleanor’s dead body. She rolls onto the cold, dirty, hardwood floor like a sack of potatoes. She looks so small and fragile, as she is lying there, like a discarded ragdoll. She deservers so much more, but I’ll leave it to her followers to throw her a funeral parade. They will show up eventually. I pull off my panties and leave them besides Eleanor dead body, as a kind of calling card and tribute to the fact that we shared the intimacy of the Lady’s Code.
Suddenly it dawns on me. Why hadn’t se brought backup? Why on god’s green earth would she take such a risk? She underestimated me, yes, but that was not the whole reason. She had planned to subject me to the Lady’s Code. That is why she was alone. She wanted her privacy as she enjoyed me. If I hadn’t caught the break of my life, it would have been me lying there naked on the floor.
The thought excites me. It excites me deeply. I have time. I rub myself to another wonderful orgasm, as I watch her dead body and imagine how she would have taken me through my final moments, how she would have explored me and experienced me, maybe even found some way of giving me pleasure, as I faced my ultimate end. My time will come, sooner or later. I can only hope that whoever comes for me will also grant me the mercy of the Lady’s Code…