—(Seven)—

The target’s name was Gendoran Thriftwind, and Keria was close enough to smell the scent coming off his blonde hair. She’d found him in the loft above his shop–he’d foolishly left the window open.
Keria had her legs hooked on one of the rafters and held her upper body out in midair, arms outstretched. She could drop ontop of Gendoran and break his neck, or stab him, or whatever suited her, whenever she wanted, but as eager as she was to get back to Zethriel, she felt as she usually did before a kill. Keria owed it to her victims to, at the very least, think of them as a person before she killed them.
Gendoran emerged naked from the privy and went into another room, but fortunately the white-washed walls ended at the bottom of the rafters. Keria unhooked one leg, so her whole body was held horizontally by nothing but the muscles in her left calf, then used her free leg to leap outward. She grabbed a crossbeam and swung around to land in a crouch atop the far wall.
A large, round bed with blue covers sat in the center of the room, with a dresser and closet on one wall and a door opposite. And there were no windows, which was good for Keria, she thought. She expected him to get dressed next, but he just sat on the edge of the bed as though waiting for something.
Keria froze suddenly. Does he know I’m here? But no, that wasn’t right. Gendoran was anxious and excited, not resigned or fearful.
The answer came only moments later with a knock on the door. “Come in,” Gendoran called, making no move to cover himself. The door opened and two identical crimson-haired women walked into the room, wearing nothing but polished black leather boots up to their knees and polished black leather gloves up to their shoulders. Keria could see a hint of moisture already in their cunts, glinting in the warm yellow glow of the room’s lanterns.
The dominatrix twins looked at Gendoran and spoke in unison. “Is our servant ready for his punishment?”
“Yes, ma’m.”
The twins pulled the covers out from under Gendoran, revealing straps sewn into the bed. There were six: wrists, ankles, belly, and neck. A small phallic protrusion about half the size of an average cock pointed towards the head of the bed from below the belly strap.
“On your knees,” commanded one of the twins while the other sat on the bed with her legs spread wide open. Gendoran kneeled and the second twin grabbed his hair and yanked his head down onto her cunt. Keria watched as his tongue went to town on the dominatrix’s cunt, eagerly exploring.
Meanwhile, the first twin reach under the bed frame and retrieved an ice cube from a small box that must have been a cooler. While Gendoran lapped her sister’s cunt, she fingered herself absently with her free hand, sticking two gloved fingers deep into her and then spreading the juices over the fake cock mounted in the bed.
With Gendoran’s face buried between the other twin’s legs, she massaged his balls a little bit and then without warning, shoved the ice cube all the way into Gendoran’s ass until it disappeared.
“Ahhhhhaaaaa!” he yelped into the moaning dominatrix’s cunt.
His sudden exclamation drove his mouth down harder and she gasped, panting, “Yes, that’s it! Make me cum with that tongue! AhhhOHHH!”
The twin who’s cunt juices lubricated the fake cock grabbed Gendoran’s legs and flipped him over. Her sister seized his arms and the forced him down on his back spread eagle, then the one who had his legs yanked him down, forcing the fake cock up Gendoran’s ass. He managed to avoid making a sound except for a sharp intake of breath. His cock stood straight up, stiff as a board and huge.
One of the dominatrices patted it while she fastened the belly-strap, saying, “Good boy,” while the other tied a blindfold around his head.
“Are you going to fuck me soon?” Gendoran asked, groaning with anticipation.
“No questions,” said the twin by his head. She reached under the bed and brought out a jaw brace that would hold his jaw open so he couldn’t talk but could still use his tongue if they wanted it. With that final touch, Gendoran was rendered completely and utterly helpless.
Perfect, thought Keria, as a plan began to form in her mind.
The twins were rubbing lube of some kind on Gendoran’s body now, one starting at his face and the other at his feet. They met at his throbbing cock, licking it faintly around the head. He made an unintelligible vocalization.
“I said quiet,” one of the twins commanded. She made sure she was obeyed by straddling his face and pressing her cunt down on his mouth. The other was grinding her own cunt on different parts of Gendoran’s lubed body in turn as she teased his cock with a lick here, then a lick there…
In the rafters, Keria was moving into position, unseen and trying to keep her heaving breathing quiet. Despite her considerable will, her body was responding to what she was seeing, and she could feel a little trickle of wetness creeping down toward her thigh. It made her think of all kinds of things she might want Zethriel to do to her.
The second dominatrix scooted back so her ass was touching her sister’s over Gendoran’s neck, and took his cock into her mouth, slowly and carefully, so he wouldn’t cum, but deeply enough that it drove him up a wall. He pulled at his bonds and moaned, but he couldn’t move at all.
At some unspoken signal, the twins got up off him. This was Keria’s chance. She readied the makeshift noose she’d rigged. As the twin who’d been on his face moved around to straddle him, hovering her cunt just barely out of reach of his cock, Keria shifted so she was braced in midair by her legs again, this time, facing upward.
The licking twin was walking around the bed coming closer to where Keria waited. She closed her eyes and listened to the footsteps. Keria heard the other one impale herself on Gendoran’s cock, just as the first walked beneath her. Jerking the noose, Keria let herself fall backwards and reached down to grab the dominatrix around the neck. She yanked the fire-haired woman into the rafters and put her down with a precise blow to the head.
It could not have gone more perfectly, thought Keria. The remaining twin was silenced by the lack of air, and Gendoran’s cock was big enough that she could not move far enough back or sideways to get her feet under her. The dominatrix’s slippery hands clawed futilely at the rope as she thrashed, probably giving Gendoran the ride of his life, and best of all, Gendoran himself had no idea anything was wrong.
Now it was time to have a little fun, Keria decided, stripping off her leathers. If he had to die she could at least let him go out in style. She climbed over his face, mimicking the twin’s voice. “You don’t breathe until I cum.”
With that, Keria pressed her soaked cunt into his mouth and rested her whole weight on his face. Gendoran immediately set to work. His tongue had slightly better reach, but was slow and clumsy compared to Zethriel’s. Keria was in no danger of him holding up his end of the bargain.
While she waited for him to realize that he’d already taken the last breath he ever would, Keria watched the dominatrix struggle, bulging eyes staring in astonishment at the harmless-looking girl on Gendoran’s face. Her wild, desperate attempts to get her footing were giving his cock quite the treatment, and just as Keria was thinking that, he went ridgid and came so hard that the dominatrix stopped her struggles for a second.
Gendoran was starting to realize something was wrong, but the restraints held fast and the lube mixed with Keria’s cunt juices sealed off any hope of getting air. The dominatrix passed out then, just in time before his cock became soft enough that she could get off it.
Gendoran tried one last time to suck air from somewhere, but only succeeded in sucking on Keria’s clit and making her even wetter. Finally he stopped struggling. Keria waited a few more moments to be sure, then climbed off him and checked his pulse to make sure he was dead. He was.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “May the Unconquered Sun watch over your spirit.”
Keria pulled her leathers on again and let the first twin down from the rafters, positioning her where Keria had been on Gendoran’s face, laying her down across his chest. She took the noose off the other one and laid her ontop of her sister.
With one last check to make sure nothing in the room betrayed her, Keria went back into the other room and out the window. It was still dark–the whole ordeal had taken only fifteen minutes or so. Lucky.

And in a corner of the room, where she would have been plainly visible if not for the magic cloaking her, a third fire-haired woman watched the assassin and the lesser-cloaked succubus slip away. She was not identical to the two who lay atop Gendoran’s dead body, though one who saw them together would mark them as family, even though they weren’t. As she studied the young girls work with cold eyes, the barest hint of a smile tugged at her lips.


—(Eight)—

An array of runes with a faint golden coloring floated transparently in the center of the room. Zethriel studied the results as he drew each new rune into the matrix. It was kind of like a puzzle, he thought, only instead of a static set of rules governing the results of each action, it was the nether’s whim.
A stirring of air moved the curtains; Keria was back.