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 The Pro-Life Hitman Erotica by RedBud
   * I wonder if this will appeal to one sex more than another?  (It will
definitely appeal to some fetishes more than others.) The story shamelessly
riffs on the deepest suspicions underscoring some feminist literature - the
observation (which isn't entirely false) that women are treated as "sex
objects" or "breeders" and that a professional woman needs to be put in her
place (she's uppity) - call it misogyny.  But I think that themes of
dominance and submission, as they play out in our erotic fantasies and our
deepest sense of sexual identity, are sometimes (and wrongly) conflated
with misogyny.  Anyway, if you enjoy these little introductions, let me
know.  I like to write "thinking man's erotica" - using stories to play
around with the hidden nooks and crannies of our erotic imagination.
   "Please..." she begged.  "I said: Do it." The woman slowly knelt, the
metal prongs of the stun gun remained pressed between her shoulder blades.
"Put these on," said the woman holding the gun.
   The kneeling woman took the handcuffs.  "Behind your back." She
hesitated but did as she was told.  "Very good, Cheryl," the other woman
holstered the device.
   "What did I do?" "You were too uppity." "Uppity?" "Somebody wants your
job, sweety," said the hitwoman.  "Don't call me that." "You've been very
ambitious, I understand," the hitwoman ripped open Cheryl's blouse.
   The door to the apartment open and closed.  "Anyone?" asked the
hitwoman. "No one," answered a man's voice.  The hitwoman snipped Cheryl's
bra in two, freeing her breast's.
   "What are you doing?" Cheryl's voice quavered.  Her stomach rippled with
fear.  "You're a hitman?" "I prefer hit person - less sexist." "What is he
paying you?  I'll pay you double." "My customer has already exceeded your
best offer by 10%," said the hitwoman, opening a black duffle bag.  "But
thank you.  You just doubled my contract plus 10 percent."
   "Uhn!"
   The hitwoman fastened nipple clamps to the woman's breasts.  They were
sharp.  "You have been quite successful.  You're a millionaire.  You're
already an executive at the top of the ladder, but my customer feels you
should step aside so she can have her turn." "She?" "Yes.  She.  And I wish
I had breasts like yours, sweety.  They're good breasts."
   "Huh!"
   The hitwoman tugged on the thin chains of the nipple clamps, forcing
Cheryl to bend over, her ass in the air.  She looked straight ahead, her
chin just an inch of the floor.  The hitwoman fastened the chains to the
floor with a couple magnetizers.  "There," she said, standing, "that's the
right position.  You might want to open your legs a little." Cheryl heard
the man behind her speak.  "How long is this going to take?" "Why," asked
the hitwoman, "are you in a hurry?" Cheryl couldn't believe she was on her
knees, bent over in front of a man.  She was already boiling with rage.
   "Ah, don't get mad, sweety," said the hitwoman.  "You're going to enjoy
this.  You were made for this." "What are you going to do," Cheryl asked,
"kill me?" The hitwoman laughed.  "Kill you?  I'm not going to kill you! 
Hell, sometimes I forget to charge my EQ.  I don't do that anymore.  I
don't eliminate people.  You have to be more creative nowadays.  Business
is tighter and successful businesses innovate.  I'm pro-life now."
   "What are you going to do?"
   The hitwoman knelt within line of sight.  She hold a large penis shaped
dildo, attached to a short, thin rubber hose.  At the end of the hose was
an hour-glass shaped bulb.  The bulb was full of a white liquid.  The
hitwoman gently pressed it against Cheryl's cheek.  It was warm!"
   "It's sperm, sweety.  This dildo, all eight inches, goes right up your
belly, and this bulb goes in your ass.  See this little hourglass shape? 
That's where your sphincter goes.  When you cum, sweety, your ass is going
to clamp down on this little bulb and all that sperm is going to come right
out the tip of this penis.  You're going to inseminate yourself." She
showed Cheryl the tip of the penis.  "This tip is going to be pressed right
up, deep; right up against your womb." "I'll just get a morning after
pill!" Cheryl's breathing grew shallow.  She started to move but a piercing
pain in her nipples forced her to catch her breath and remain still.  "I'm
not married!  A baby will ruin me!  I'll be blackballed!"
   "Creating, having and raising a child, it's all wonderful..." "I'll have
it aborted - morning-after pill!" The hitwoman stepped behind her.  "Honey,
those are illegal.  You know that.  That's the way it's been ever since the
Mormons took over." "I'll get them on the black market." The hitwoman had
pulled her panties aside.  "It's a life sentence, honey.  Wouldn't you
rather just have a baby?"
   "Huh!" The hitwoman pushed a gel slicked finger into Cheryl's belly. 
"That's it, Sweety," she crooned, moving her finger gently in and out.  "Go
ahead.  That's it.  Arch for me.  Good.  Deep breath.  Moan.  Yes, go ahead
- moan, honey.  Good.  I love to hear a woman moan.  Nice arch!  Look how
you raise your head!  You act like your pussy has never been used."
   "I couldn't risk sex.  Birth control pills are illegal," Cheryl moaned.
"I had a career..." "Ah honey," said the hitwoman, "you're going to learn a
whole lot tonight." Cheryl's heart was racing.  She felt something broad,
soft and round between her legs.  Pushing.  She could feel the lips of her
opening, accommodating.  "Please don't put it in me!"
   "Spread your legs a little and arch, that opens the passage to your
womb. That's what you would do if you wanted a man to mount you."
   "HUHNN!"
   The giant cock opened her.  The head of it was inside her.  She had
never felt anything inside her!  She panted as it slowly slid.  How was it
possible?  It felt large and foreign but also strangely right.  "You're
going to want the real thing after this, hon," said the hitwoman.  "Once
you've had one, they become addictive." "UH!" The penis shaped dildo had
slid back just a little and then the hitwoman pushed firmly, lodging the
entirety of the penis in her abdomen.  The hitwoman slid her panties back
over her pussy and the dildo that forced her opening into stretched O.  She
gasped when she felt a gelled finger penetrate her ass.  She panted.  She
breathed.  She cried out as the bulb popped into place.
   "Don't do that!" said the hitwoman.  "Keep your ass loose if you don't
want to cum in yourself before you've had the chance to enjoy your new
position." Cheryl relaxed her muscles.  She shook.  "You must feel
helpless," said the hitwoman.  "It's big," Cheryl gasped.  "God, it feels
like the tip is in my ribcage."
   "My customer left me with these instructions," said the hitwoman
   The man that accompanied the hitwoman put a laptop in front of Cheryl,
facing her.  Cheryl saw her own face on the screen.  "I have to do this for
my customers," confided the hitwoman.  "It's to prove that I carried out
the contract.  I understand you rose in the ranks promoting abstinence?"
"Yes," Cheryl nodded.
   "And that you pilloried men for lack of self control?"
   Cheryl realized she was being recorded.  Why was she being asked these
questions?
   "Alright, honey," said the hitwoman.  "You probably guessed these aren't
my questions.  My customer wanted to hear your answers before she watched
you cum in yourself - you know...  lose control.  She did make this one
concession though...  to make it fun.  She said that if you last an hour,
I'm to take the dildo out." "Huhnn!" It was vibrating!  "Here's some videos
for you to watch," said the hitwoman.  "Me and my partner are going to look
through your fridge.  We skipped breakfast."
   Cheryl was facing away from the fridge.  She heard them; heard the
refrigerator door open; the sound of rummaging through shelves.  She felt a
feathery pressure where the tip of the phallus pressed against her womb,
ready to discharge.  She moaned and panted.
   She saw static and then a girl in the upper corner of the laptop's
screen.  She was young.  Her nipples were chained to the floor just like
her own.  Her long brown braids were half on the floor.  Like Cheryl, she
faced the webcam.  She mostly saw the girl's face.  Her hard nipples
clamped and chained to the floor.  Her spread, bare knees were on a
hardwood floor.
   "She was top of the class," said the hitwoman from behind her.  "You
wouldn't believe how competitive parents can be.  I was hired by a boy's
mom.  I liked the girl but a job's a job.  She was sweet and she made a
great mother." The girl was looking intently into the webcam, as if she
were staring at Cheryl.  Then Cheryl realized that the girl, just like her,
must have been watching a video.  The hitwoman was eating something,
talking with her mouth full.  "The young ones never know what hit them. 
Evolution, you know?  A girl's body is all hormones, primed and revved. 
They get that first cock in them and their bodies take over."
   The girl's eyes rolled and her mouth opened wide.
   "That's when I put in her," said the hitwoman.  "Now watch this." She
fast forwarded the video.  The girl's forehead was on the floor.  She
suddenly looked up, chin off the floor, her face a picture of agony.  "Here
she comes," said the woman.  "She spasmed once, looked dazed, then pressed
her breasts and chin to the floor as her back lifted again and again,
pumping semen into herself.  "Cool, isn't it?  - orgasm and conception all
at the same time.  Look at the floor between her knees." Strings of cum
were dripping and pooling between the girl's knees.  "That was a lot of cum
and she just kept cumming.  I felt sorry for the kid.  She was toast after
that first load.  I let her come four more times.  She had twins."
   Cheryl moaned.  The feathery pressure inside her was spreading between
her thighs.  She opened her thighs.  The thought occurred to her that some
other woman would be watching her cum in herself.  She tried to ignore the
sensation.
   Another young woman appeared on video.  She had short blonde hair with
pink highlights - a college student.  She was standing in the middle of a
dormroom wearing a miniskirt.  Her hands were bound behind her back - a
ballgag in her mouth.  A thin pole was between her legs.  The bottom was
magetized to the floor, the top disappeared between the girl's thighs,
under her mini-skirt.  "It's a dildo stand," said the hitwoman.  "She can't
move off it.  It's too far up inside."
   "Please..." Cheryl begged, for the first time.
   The hitwoman was crunching a potato chip.  "Just let it happen, sweety.
I know it's hard.  What, with being in that position?  Only one reason for
it...  " Cheryl groaned.  The muscles of her belly were gradually
tightening around the dildo.  "Watch this part," said the hitwoman.  "She's
done pretty good.  See how she holds her breath, pants, then holds her
breath?  She's trying not to cum.  But watch this.  Somebody knocks on the
door.  Woops!  See how she looks, sort of panics and looses her
concentration?"
   The woman had turned to the door, eyes wide with a combination of hope
and panic.  Then as suddenly her gaze returned straight ahead, then upward
as her upper body jerked forward again and again.  Cum dripped down the
stand between her legs.  "The longer you try to stop it, the harder you
come." The knotting muscles in her pussy clamped lightly.  Cheryl tried
desperately to keep her ass relaxed but the clamping had been involuntary.
Was there already a little spurt of "pre" cum in her belly?  Already, her
pussy was tightening around the fake penis pressing against her womb. 
"Please..." she begged, breath quavering.  "I don't think I can stop..."
   "Just tell yourself what you told all those men..."
   Cheryl groaned, mouth open.  And then she thought of the one question
she hadn't asked.  How had she forgotten.  "Whose?" She gasped.  "Whose
sperm?" The hitwoman struck a key on the laptop.  Another video popped up.
There was a professional looking man on his knees, his hands behind him. 
His tie dragged on the floor as someone thrust into him from behind. 
Cheryl recognized him!  "Thought you might know him," said the hitwoman. 
"I was hired by another customer to remove him from his professional
responsibilities.  Paternity tests, if you demand them, will show that he's
the father.  People will conclude what they will."
   "I'll tell them!" Cheryl gasped.  "Tell them what?" the hitwoman asked.
"That a pro-life hitman made you impregnate yourself?"
   Cheryl watched.  The hitwoman was behind the man.  She must have been
wearing a strap on.  The man was jerked forward with every thrust.  His
face was red.  A condom was on his cock to catch his cum.  "Pack up,"
Cheryl heard the hitwoman say.  "Out work's done.  She's lost.  I can tell.
She was a quick one." "Do you want to pick up groceries on the way home?"
asked her partner.
   Cheryl watched as the man on the screen groaned and convulsed.  She
watched his cock twitch as he was fucked from behind.  She watched his
sperm fill the condom, the same sperm that was slowly filling the rubber
hose attached to the dildo.  Her pussy was tightening, instinctively
squeezing the dildo it held at her womb.
   "Do you want pasta or hamburgers?" the hitwoman asked her partner.  "In
the mood for pasta," he answered.  "Let's grab some red wine on the way
home."
   "Look at her," said the hitwoman as she packed her bag.  "She's cumming
hard.  Look at that dildo twitch.  She's emptying that whole bulb straight
into her belly.  Poor sweety, I don't she knows what hit her.  She hasn't
breathed for the last minute - just keeps twitching.  That's what happens
when a woman is denied for so long."
   "Did you remember to call Sandy about tomorrow?" her partner asked.
   "Yes, I called her this morning."
   "I set the nipple clamps to release in about five minutes." "Sounds
good...  finger prints?" "We're clean." "Audio?" "It was off." "DNA?"
"We're clean."
   "Look at that," said the hitwoman.  "I don't think a drop of cum has
spilled out of her yet.  Doggy is a good position for that - nature's
design.  Look at her spread her knees and arch.  She's coming again.  She
must have pumped every drop right into her womb.  And look at those mams. I
wish I had mams like those.  They're already plumping up for baby." "Good
work," said the man.  He scooped up the laptop.  Cheryl heard the door of
the flat open and close behind her.  She gasped with one last twitch and
one last warm spurt dribbled down her thigh.
   The dildo was still vibrating.
:Will Crimson
   October 21 2010
   [This story is copied & pasted from a blog I share with Monocle (Raziel
Moore).  If you like the story and want to read more, visit us at
http://eroticwriter.wordpress.com/.
  
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