Sasha the Assassin Part 3

Sasha had spent the evening stalking Arthur and now he’d finally returned to his home. The place he lived in was little more than a blacksmith’s workshop with a small bed to sleep in. She had scouted the one room of the house and found it more than suitable for her to fight Arthur in. Arthur washed his face from a small bucket of water near the forge as she pushed open the door and walked inside.

“Ready for your beating?” she said as she walked towards him, stopping when she was only a few feet away.

“You’re really doing this?” Arthur replied with a smirk. “You’re really coming after me for a fight?”

“No, it’s not a fight. Its entertainment, cause I could kill you any time I wanted to.” Sasha told him.

                Arthur put his arms up in the traditional pose of a boxer. “Let’s see you get past this defense.” He said confidently. He bounced back and forth on the balls of his feet. Sasha admired his form he likely had fought some in his life.

                “OK” she answered and with that she jumped into a shadow on the wall next to her and reappeared through a shadow on the wall behind him. With a flick of her leg she struck the back of his right knee, dropping him to his knees. Another kick hit home in his ribs, she could feel them bend under the impact of her leg. A forearm to the back of the head sent him sprawling to the ground.

                Arthur made a series of incoherent grunts and groans as he stumbled to his feet. Sasha stood before him with her arms extended to the side and a wide smile on her face. “Finally understanding what you’ve gotten yourself into?” She said to him. He charged her and swung but found only air. Again Sasha was behind him, this time a right hand dug into his liver and a left slammed into his kidney. Arthur crumpled to the ground writhing in pain.

                “Sooner or later, I’ll tire of just hitting you and then it’s going to end real quick for you.” Sasha said as she crouched down over him. “Just stay down and admit defeat.” She told him. Arthur slowly fought to his knees and then dragged himself to his feet.  Raising his arms back in the boxers pose he defied her and sought to continue the fight.

                  Sasha sighed as he slowly lurched towards her. She threw a slow, looping kick towards his side, waiting for him to her leg and pin it to his side. He did as she wanted and managed to grab her leg. Diving through a nearby shadow she carried him with her through the darkness and they came back out falling from the ceiling of the room, Sasha having maneuvered herself such that she was on top of him as they crashed into the ground, her knee driving itself into his stomach and knocking the wind out of him.

                   Arthur gasped like a fish out of water as he lay on his side. Sasha stalked around him as he continued to fight for breath. “So I win yet?” she asked him. A nod of his head signaled his agreement with her. “Good, you’re no fun for fighting, do you have any use?” she asked as she pulled him to his feet and then hiptossed him onto his bed. A quick grab of his shirt tore it off him. She caressed his stomach muscles as he laid breathing on the bed. “You really are a well-built man. You might be some fun after all.”

                   “You really think after all that that I’m going to fuck you.” Arthur asked between deep breaths. Sasha stripped off her top. A tiny white undershirt that did little to conceal her breasts was beneath it. She kicked off her boots as she kept her eyes locked on his.

                   “Yes.” Sasha said as she leaned over to give him a good look at her breasts. She turned and slowly stripped her pants off, showing him her ass as she undressed. The goal of this was to keep his attention away from the pair of daggers in the sides of her pants. She turned to face him as she removed her shirt and kicked her pants towards the bed to make sure she had easy access to her weapons if she needed them.

                    Sasha pulled his pants off and then straddled him. “Do you kill men after you do this?” he asked her.

                   “Yes. I've killed three.” Sasha replied, and her mind drifted away from being with him. She was back in the school with Mistress Melody. It was the sex lesson. The Mistress lay on the ground and beckoned Sasha over to her.

                    “Straddle me my dear." she told Sasha and positioned the young girl on top of herself." You’re going to have sex with many men, this will help you to kill them.” The Mistress said sweetly. Sasha tried to drown it out, to get back to enjoying being with Arthur, she was still straddling his body and she could feel him inside her now and hear his breathing as she rode him. The pleasure of being with him was unsettling with the Mistress still inside her mind, still controlling how she handled having sex.

                     “Remain upright give the man a good show and let him see your body.” The mistress said as she reached up and played with Sasha’s flat chest. “Soon you’ll have breasts. They will be molded by our garments and tricks to be of a modest size, but perfectly formed, so that they will not hinder you in battle but will allure a man when revealed to him. Keep your eyes open and your hands on his wrists. This will prevent anything from happening to you, and he won’t mind it. Men are just into sex for themselves, give them what they want and then you can take your time killing them.” Melody told her.

                      “Why do I have to have sex with them? Why don’t I just kill them right away?” Sasha asked.

                       “Oh my child, there’s so much to intrigue and deception. Gently smother an old man with a pillow and the fools will think his heart gave out after a night of being with you. Run a knife across his throat and folks ask questions, questions your master or your future employers would not want asked.  We kill people exactly the way we are told to kill them. If our masters demand the room be covered in blood then we cover it in blood. Should they ask us not to spill a single drop of blood, then we can do that also. The assassin is capable of anything that is requested of them.” The Mistress told her. “Besides why not give them a little joy before their lives are ended? I like to think of it as the assassin’s gift to their victim” she said with a smile that unsettled Sasha when she was a child and it unsettled her now.

                        She fought to drive Mistress from her mind and returned to staring down at Arthur. He did seem to be enjoying himself and Sasha wondered if she was good at performing sex even just as a reflexive action or if men were just really easy to please. Sasha removed her hands from his wrists and drove them into the bed on either side of his head. His hands remained by his sides as he continued to writhe beneath her. She continued to watch them, waiting for them to spring into action to strangle her at any moment but they seemed content to just remain where they were.

                        Slamming her eyes shut she decided to focus totally on just enjoying having sex, on trusting this man not to kill her. A moan escaped her lips as she felt the pleasure of him sliding in and out of her body. His hands grasped her breasts and she felt like having boobs was almost cheating, giving his hands a place to be such that she could keep track of them even with her eyes closed. Her head lolled back as another wave of pleasure overtook her and then it was over. Sasha stared down incredulously at Arthur, who responded to her gaze by falling asleep. She quickly decided against killing him at least for the moment and got about getting herself dressed. She knew she had a long distance to travel to intercept the convoy that was bringing the ring to the capital and while this little distraction wasn’t going to hurt her mission, she knew that spending hours waiting for him to wake up to try the whole sex thing again would be a problem.

                       After getting fully dressed Sasha tapped Arthur on the cheek with the back of her hand, he startled a little bit and was in a daze when he responded.

                      “Huh? What?” he mumbled.

                       “We will be doing this again.” Sasha whispered in his ear.

                      “Are you going to kick my ass again?” he asked, his words slurring together, she wondered how much damage she had done to him in the fight.

                      “Of course, that’s the only part I enjoyed.” She told him as she left.