#countessoftalon

The day had been long, the week had been long actually, with Excella working constantly underneath her mansion to develop the means to possibly enhance and control the virus she had been given by her business partner.. While some progress had been made it was still long way from a breakthrough.

The only delight the CEO had this week was the presence of her lovely pet who had been making the work efforts more relaxing endeavor either by giving her a shoulder massage or fetching a drink.. Among other ways.

The fearsome assassin had initially been hired by the CEO to do essential dirty work, but the more the two women interacted the more clear it became that Excella grew to admire the cold hearted killer in a way that was less than usual. Maybe Excella had fell in love with her, with her beauty if not with nothing else, and one day she had pushed the assassin against her desk and took her.. And that was the day when Widowmaker had become her willing pet.

What made it easy for Excella, worse for Widow, was that they shared the same social status in the people’s eyes, so there was no need to hide the relationship they had.. There was no scandal to be had with a rich CEO having constant meetings with a countess. Even though the true nature of their relationship was only known to them and the staff of Excella’s villa.

With it not being a secret in the house the servant who brought in the wine didn’t say anything, not even when displaying shock, as they were met with the sight of the mistress of the house leering lasciviously over the countess laid bare with restraints on the examination table of the laboratory.

“Now, now.. Calm breaths.” Excella cooed as she turned the knob on the control panel that caused the electricity run rampant through the wires that were taped to Widow’s breasts, covering her nipples, and the four additional wires were reserved to torment her lower body: two on her inner thighs on opposite sides right between her legs and the last two were taped each side of her erect cock.

The electric current grew from low to high and then to the maximun for a brief second before Excella turned the knob to let the current turn into a low pleasing intensity. “How was that for a start?” The CEO asked with smile as she took her wine of glass to enjoy the drink while the servant hurried away without a word.

Faith’s body grew tense from the mere whispering and she breathed sharply when mistress’s hand wrap around her throat. The squeeze was light but was still enough for the runner to feel the pressure around her neck. “I’m sorry.”

The apology came with quickly as the runner squirmed in her seat and tried to turn to look at her mistress but the hand on her throat made sure her gaze was fixed on the monitor. “..I look so helpless.” Faith chuckled nervously knowing that her comment worked both for what she saw and the situation she was in.

Faith had been left alone in the countess’s manor and she couldn’t help but to go through their computer.. Both because of her own curiosity, which she knew as wrong to act on, and because one of her clients had asked her to find dirt on Widowmaker.. However It was a job she wasn’t going to see through.

“Please, forgive me.. I was just..” She had no excuse.

(First part written by countessoftalon)

Widowmaker looked unamused towards the burglar. She could not abide being stolen from, and while Faith calling her beautiful wasn't going to stop her punishment, Widow decided that it would be different than her original plan. She lowered the pistol she was aiming at Faith, but pulled out another gun and fired. Faith would feel a dart pierce her shoulder and begin to feel sleepy.

Tense silence fell between the two. Faith swallowed nervously after being brought back to reality by the sight of the gun the countess was holding. She didn’t say a word and her expression was cold. Being unable to make a move while being held at gunpoint the cat burglar waited.. She waited for the worst, she waited for an opening. What she didn’t anticipate was the woman putting down her gun. In the middle of her relieved breath the countess pulled another gun at her and took a shot.

“Agh!” She screamed and stumbled backwards as a dart pierced her shoulder. Without hesitation the runner took a grip on it and pulled it out with a pained growl. She took off running towards the open window she had entered the mansion but she started to feel dizzy. Girl would trip over her feet, stumble and hit roughly against the desk on the way. Groaning she leaned against the desk to keep herself standing. “Why am I..” She panted as felt groggy. Looking towards the countess who shot her Faith had a startled look as she realized how her vision was slowly taken over by darkness.

“What did you do.. To me.. No I’mhn..” She trailed off as she was unable to form words. Her legs gave in and she slumped down on the desk. Her motionless body slid off and dropped on the floor. Last thing she saw before passing out was the countess watching over her as she fell a sleep.

The light of the rising sun made the runner’s skin glow. It felt warm, comforting, against her bare features. The young woman laid partly on her side, with her other arm under her head to bring her face better in to view, as she posed for the painter. To the woman she called mistress.

“This isn’t really what I do..” She spoke her mind. The runner had never acted as a model or posed for anything, if not counting dorky pictures with friends or selfies, so having the countess compliment her was welcome.

What wasn’t that welcome was the hunger in Widow’s eyes. It made it hard for her to just stay still and be professional but now.. Faith couldn’t stop herself from shifting her feet to rub her thighs together and hiding the growing arousal was near impossible. Especially with the visible trail of her juices slowly making its way down her thigh. “I’m sorry..” She breathed out after another rubbing motion of her feet. Thankfully her mistress hadn’t put any toys to play with her during the painting session as she had first imagined.

Maybe Widow wasn’t truly merciless to her pet after all.

@countessoftalon

It was the first time ever that the Assassin was contacted from that foreign government in order to perfom a job for them. He didn’t even knew it existed before the day they contacted him. The job looked rather easy. Get on the place where a huge rival of the ruling tyrant of the country would held an important speech, kill him off before he could start speaking, take the money, and he would had be done, so he did not understood why, when he arrived on the place, he found himself to be paired with another assassin, from a company he never even heard of.

“So...who are you Talon again?”

He asked, with a rather strong jamaican accent, as he leaned against a wall, glancing over his partner from behind, letting his white eyes glare at her terrific back rear, smirking to himself as he massaged his chin with one hand and was already having the dirstiest thoughts he could ever have about that ass.

“Neva heard of ya befò...are ya a rookie or what?”