| Standing in the shadows, Kai surveyed his target. He really
didn't need the
concealment; anyone who saw him would decide they had to be somewhere
hurry, or just walk by with a fixed stare, pretending they had
eyes on him. Still, the woman might have compatriots in
The building itself was a standard, mid-level cubicle rack.
hadn't had Divine Assassins in mind when they bolted the cubes
exterior steel-pipe frame. There were no windows--who would
have wanted to
look out on a landscape of more cube racks, dreary plain commercial
buildings and factories?--but there were other ways in.
calculated the location of the woman's cube, and unleashed his
claw locking on the top of the steel framework. Seconds
later he was
crouching on the roof, lifting the vent hood from the top of
the air duct
nearest his prey's cubicle. With his back against one side
and his feet on
the opposite side, he descended with rapid speed to the fourth
The out-vent panel was fastened only with pressure clips; one
with the heel of his hand was enough to pop it out. As
he emerged, he
noticed there was no one in the corridor; the smell of food cooking
communal kitchen and the sharp chemical tang of air freshener
were all the
character the drab passage had. He knocked on the door
bodyguard poked his head out, and Kai dragged him out into the
his hair, and then snapped his neck.
Kai stepped into the doorway, and discovered that the cubicles
were not what
they had seemed. Inside was not the tiny room that he had
expected, but a
large ante-room, expensively furnished. A second bodyguard
stood up with a
surprised look on his face, and fired his clustergun. As
fizzled around him, Kai aimed and lopped off the guard's head.
He moved quickly into the palace-like center chamber, and a tall
woman stood up with a gasp. She was slender, with steel
gray eyes and a sneering
mouth painted dark red. She looked him up and down with
fire in her eyes.
He asked, "Are you Aura Torben, the daughter of Ring Torben?"
"Fuck you," she snarled.
That was not the correct response.
Kai crossed the room to examine her more closely, asking again, "Are
you Aura Torben, the daughter of Ring Torben?"
The woman stood her ground, the fire in her eyes increasing.
"Who wants to know?"
"I am Kai, an assassin for the Divine Order. I serve His
Divine Shadow. I have been sent here to find Aura
Torben, the daughter of Ring Torben, and determine by any means
available his location." Kai lowered his
voice into Menacing Tone #6.
Her eyes lowered, and she looked him up and down, unafraid. "Oh,
really? I have no idea what you are talking about."
Kai examined her more closely, taking scent and temperature samples.
He concluded, "You are Aura Torben. You fit her specifications exactly.
Height, weight, coloring, body temperature, bone structure, vocal pattern,
iris pattern..." He paused for one last exam.
"Look into my eyes," Kai commanded.
Aura, taken by surprise, met his hazel eyes as Kai performed
a retinal exam. "...retinal pattern, all match that of Aura Torben,
daughter of Ring Torben. You are she."
Aura looked away, caught. Her pride would not let her react
any less. "So?"
"You know where he is. You know how many people he commands.
You will tell
me, or I will hurt you until you give me the information."
Her eyes flickered around the room as she digested his ultimatum.
She knew she was facing a Divine Assassin, and that meant her death unless
she cooperated. Unless... unless... Aura had a sweet and simple
thought, and smiled to herself. "Have you been commanded to kill
"I have not been commanded to kill you."
"Then you can't kill me."
"I am not responsible if you die under my questioning."
Kai's voice was flat and certain.
"But if I die, and you don't get your information, then you will
fail in your mission."
"I have never failed in a mission."
Aura smiled to herself. "Then you can't kill me."
Kai stepped forward and focused his eyes on hers. "You are
wasting time. Tell me where he is. Tell me everything you know."
She straightened her back and looked directly back into his eyes.
"No. And you can't kill me."
Kai tilted his chin down, looked up menacingly, and modulated
his voice to a deep rumbling whisper, "But I can make you *wish* you were
Wish she were dead? Hardly. She grinned at him, and it was not
a nice grin.
"Not likely, assassin. Dream on."
Aura expected an immediate answer, but the assassin paused, and
passed before he spoke again. "I do not dream. I perform
Aura sneered and looked down at Kai's crotch, suddenly reaching
grasping the hard mound between his legs. "I bet you can't
perform at all."
The response was not what she expected; the assassin's face remained
remote, even as he raised his hand and struck her on the face.
snapped with the blow. "Talk."
Aura licked her lip and tasted blood... and she liked it.
"No." She found
herself moving backward anyway, until she was pinned against
the cold wall.
Kai grasped the fabric of the front of her dress, holding her
then backhanded her on the other cheek. "Talk."
And it went on like that. Slap. "Talk." Silence.
A beat, and then --
Slap. "Talk." Silence. Slap. Then Kai ceased
to speak, but kept slapping
her face from side to side. Slap. Slap. Slap.
Aura felt the rhythm of the blows become clocklike in their regularity;
brain was getting cloudy, but her body was enflamed, the pain
crawling higher and higher up her back, and when it was at its
converted it into pleasure -- just as her father had taught her.
Perhaps Kai sensed this, for he stopped hitting her. "Will
you tell me
Her mouth curled in a feral grin. "Fuck you," she hissed.
Kai understood there was a time factor to this encounter, and
it was taking
too long. He seized Aura by the hair and twisted, forcing
her up and to her
knees. Then the true beating began.
He struck her across the face, forehand, then backhand.
passively took the blows, but now she fought him like a tiger,
his knees to try and bring him down, twisting her head to bite
When he reached down to pull Aura to her feet, she dug her fingers
hair and pulled, ripping down the right side of his intricate
paused, and tenderly touched the curtain of hair now tumbling
to the side of
his face... then kneed her in the stomach. When she doubled
breathlessly, he let go of her hair and stood...then kicked her
in the ribs.
He heard three rips snap. She collapsed, her hand on the
broken ribs, and
sprawled on the floor, her breath coming raggedly.
He stood still, his face blank, his dark eyes watching her recover.
tried to muffle her sobs, but couldn't help it... she gasped,
swollen lips, breathing heavily. "What... what's your name
"Whoo," she giggled, "That's a good name. Mmphhhhh," she murmured.
wiped her mouth and saw blood on the back of her hand. "Oh...heh..."
licked the blood off her hand, "Good job, too." She looked
up and smiled,
her teeth bloody.
Kai's eyes narrowed as he analyzed the situation. He looked
her up and
down, and then examined his hand. He concluded, "You...enjoy...the
"When I hurt you, you enjoy it." His head cocked to one
"Yes. And you can't kill me. "
Kai pursed his lips, examining...analyzing..."Then I will have
another way to persuade you to tell me the location of Ring Torben."
Ring Torben's daughter watched smugly as calculations passed behind
the assassin's dark eyes. Then, he
squinted, looking her up and down.
"Take off your clothes," he said in the same cold, remote tone
that seemed to be his natural
She was taken back for a second, but regrouped quickly, sneering
at him. "Why? Don't tell me you really can perform?"
"It is not necessary for me to perform," he answered. "Take
off your clothes, or I shall remove them from you."
She had to obey. His dark eyes made it a compulsion...a
*need* to obey all of a sudden. This man -- this
*dead* man -- this assassin had a voice that conveyed power.
The deep tone rolled over her, through her,
and suddenly the need to fight him was gone. She wanted
to be naked, to feel him on top of her. She wanted him to hurt her
in that bad way that was oh-so-good...
She felt her heart start to pound as she removed her black dress,
stockings and boots. She liked feeling his
eyes on her body... seeing what no man except her father had
seen. Finally, she stood before him naked and uncertain, her hands
covering her breasts and groin.
Kai's face was solid as stone. Only his eyes roamed over
her, looking at her carefully. Then, he tilted his head to one side,
his lips pursing slightly as he made a decision -- and once the decision
was made, he picked her up and moved to the bedroom, dropping her unceremoniously
on the bed.
"My father will be very unhappy if you rape me," she gasped as
she hit the mattress.
"You are not able to be raped," he responded, pulling a length
of black cable form a hidden pocket in his
clothing. "Besides, your father's happiness is not of importance
to His Shadow." He tied her hands together,
and then strung the cable to the headboard, imprisoning her arms.
He pulled her legs apart, splaying her open before him, and then
inspected her woman's parts. She expected him to slap her, hurt her....
but he only reached forward and touched her left interior lip gently, and
then caressed her clitoris with the tip of his long white finger.
The pleasure rocketed through her body, and she responded the
only way she knew how -- with a display of anger. A look of pure
hatred. "You don't dare--" she started, but her voice trailed off...
Kai had reached into another hidden pocket and took out a matte
black metal cylinder,
thick and long. Her eyes widened as she took in the size
of the object. There was no question as to its
purpose -- it had a large bulbous head and was irregularly ribbed
down the sides. At its flared base there
appeared to be a hinge for attaching it to...to *what* she wondered,
her heart beginning to pound harder.
That *thing* looked like it was going to *hurt*. "I can
take pain," Aura spat at him. "I enjoy it, remember?"
The assassin put aside the cylinder and knelt between her spread
legs, parting her labia with long, cold fingers. She could not help
flinching, expecting pain, and she gasped again as he stroked her labia
and caressed her clitoris. The pleasure... the pleasure... where
was the *pain*? She could deal with the pain, but pleasure.... oh,
this was horrible! She did not know how to deal with such agonizing
For the first time, she couldn't meet his eyes; she squeezed
hers shut, gritting her teeth as she felt herself grow aroused, her clitoris
swelling to a hard little button. When she felt what must have been
his cool, wet tongue following the path of his fingers, she tried to clamp
her mouth shut to stifle a moan, but the agony was
incredible. He began to suck and lick on her clitoris,
making it throb and pulse with tenderness. Oh, stop! she cried to
And the evil assassin stopped. "Tell me what I want to
"No," she forced past her gritted teeth.
Those cold hands, that cold tongue, moved up her body, slowly...oh,
so agonizingly slowly! His cold mouth
found her breasts, and he teased her nipples into hardness with
his teeth before sucking them pink with blood.
He caressed her breasts, one in each large hand, until they ached
with pleasure, using his thumbs to flick her
nipples. Make it stop, she thought, make it stop...
Kai paused. "Tell."
"Fuck yourself," she gasped, her voice quivering with excitement.
She could feel his forelock against her skin as he bent again
to his work. He licked her right ear, and she could hear the sounds
his tongue made as it teased her, but he had no warm breath to tickle her
sensitive lobe. Then, she felt his forelock again against her cheek
as he pressed his lips against hers... So soft, so silky...his cool tongue
was tracing the contours of her lips, teasing her with an almost-kiss.
"Son of a bitch," she cursed into his full lips. "Mother fucker,
cocksucker, cum-swallower, whoreso--urgh!" Kai cut her last curse
off by thrusting his tongue between her parted lips, covering his mouth
with his own.
This was Aura's first kiss, and she was being kissed by a cold
dead man, an animated corpse.
All her insubstantial dreams of kissing seemed the shadows they
were, as the reality of flesh on flesh, even living flesh on dead flesh,
caused a delirium of delight. Tight buds of pleasure burst into blossom,
filled her with splendor...and agony. Pleasure and violence were
mixed as his cool moist lips caressed her own, growing more and more insistent,
demanding the response Aura instinctively gave.
Then, Kai broke off the kiss. "Tell," he whispered, looking deep
into her eyes. Aura now could see that his
dark eyes were actually hazel, with flecks of gold. The
eyes of living places, of forests and glens, green with
life. But -- he was dead. Dead and cold. No,
no, no. I must escape, she thought. I must not let this happen. He
was so tender, so almost... loving... that his caresses tormented her with
No, no, no! Aura could only shake her head furiously from side
to side. Her body burned
with volcanic fire, an unbearable urge. She had learned
from her father to turn pain into pleasure, but she
hadn't learned what to do with this...this softness, this coaxing,
this unrelenting pleasure!
She opened her eyes as she felt the bed shift. Kai was sitting
back on his knees, reaching for the tool he'd
brought. Beautiful, she thought unwillingly, taking in
the fine bones and smooth skin of his pale face; the full lips and silken
hair. Men had never been anything but tools to her--she was a Torben,
after all. But this one... he was beautiful.
He took the metal shaft, and after a brief glance into her eyes,
placed it against his own mouth and inserted it,
swallowing it deeply. She could see his tongue at work,
sucking on the black metal, making the shaft moist.
Then he removed the shaft from his mouth, and his fingers were
at her crotch again, teasing moisture from her to lubricate her entrance.
He looked up at her again.
"Will you tell me now?"
"No..." She could hear the tremor of fear in her own voice
and cursed herself silently, falling limply back on the bed. This
would hurt, she reassured herself, and that she could deal with.
She heard the sound of his clothes rustling, a pause and then a *click*,
and she looked down and saw the tool now attached between his legs.
She began trembling with fear, and that felt good... so good... her body
tightening as the magic of his kisses left her.
Aura expected pain... but Kai paused, and took her left foot in his
hand and began to massage it, flexing it,
caressing the instep with his other hand, and then made a circle
with his hands and moved it up her calf, palms and fingers cool and soft
as they moved up, up, squeezing, encircling her knee now, then spreading
and caressing her thigh, fingers pressing, fingertips digging into the
soft flesh that began to glow and tingle, and the tingle spread again throughout
Aura. It was now in her blood, in her bones, a delicious delectable
torture that grew and grew and grew until she could feel a warm fountain
within her, brimming, and soon to brim over. She knew then that she
Her fear was gone now, gone completely, and she made a soft moaning
noise and his hands continued their sweet torture, roaming over her body,
caressing here, stroking there, a soft pinch on her nipples, a squeeze
of her buttocks. Aura writhed on the sheets and the cloth made music
underneath her. There was music within her too as his fingers and
hands fanned out, bringing pleasure from her skin.
Finally...slowly... he touched her secret area with his fingertips,
rubbing in delicate circles, and she closed her eyes and drifted into a
blissful void... full of pleasure as pleasure was meant to be enjoyed.
She floated far, far away, and then she heard him move and felt his knees
between her thighs.
He grasped her hips and forced her open, and then she felt his
artificial shaft touching her opening, entering
carefully, slowly, slowly, becoming a part of her. Aura
felt that panic possess her anew and she opened her eyes to see him grimacing
as he concentrated on moving deeper, deeper, brutally impaling her and
One last push... and there was terrible pain as she was ripped
asunder and she knew she was going to die as the magic died and the music
And then... she felt something new. He began moving within
her, and something incredible happened... the pain turned into pleasure
and she was surprised. She felt it turn without her having to use
her mental techniques. It was natural. It was beautiful.
She began to move as he moved and the beauty came, shimmering
beauty, shattering beauty, being ridden by this beautiful man, and she
wrapped her legs around him thrusting into his thrusts.
She was no longer a tiger, but a kitten, purring. This
was the urge she had felt for so long, filling an aching void she had never
been aware of. Her cunt muscles closed around the shaft, grasping
at it, only to feel him withdraw slightly and pause.
"Tell," he whispered.
She could not even say no. She couldn't open her mouth for
fear of letting her moan escape. The shaft moved further into her,
slowly and almost gently, then pulled back, only to fill her again.
Delicious tension ran through her thighs, her flanks, her whole body.
"No," she gasped. "Stop!"
"I can't!" The oblivion was almost there, almost within
her grasp...she felt her whole body crying out for it, begging her for
it, needing it so badly that it became a taste in her mouth, a fire in
"You can," he coaxed, and the thrusting began again. She
began to helplessly utter soft moans, and her hips were wildly bucking
to meet him -- and she could feel that soaring oblivion looming just
ahead, waiting for her with shuddering intensity. She wanted it -- no,
she *needed*-- that oblivion, that ultimate pleasure, more than anything
in her life ... she began to beg incoherently for more, more, more...
Kai stopped, the metal tool buried in her, perfectly still.
"You need to climax," he told her. "If you do not tell me, I shall
not give that to you."
Her breath harsh and rasping, she could not hold on any longer.
"Do you like pain?" He reached up and grasped her right
nipple, twisting it.
"Yes..." she gasped, her toes curling as the pain-pleasure
"I will give you pain and pleasure, more than you have ever imagined.
All you have to do is tell me where your father is and how many men he
Her body twisted with longing, all else seemed irrelevant.
"Tell me." He gave a small thrust to remind her how he possessed
her, held her with his strength, and
controlled what was the most private part of her body.
"Phoebus 27," she gasped.
"Where?" He thrust again, once.
"In the center of the planet."
"In the center?" He thrust again, and twisted his hips a little
to reward her.
"In the molten core." She spoke quickly, so close to orgasm she
"How many men?" He thrust several times as a reward, and she
writhed, undulating underneath him, her heels digging into the bed.
Her senses soared higher and higher...
"I...don't...know...." she gasped.
"Guess," he murmured, thrusting strongly now, her muscles growing
tight around his artificial shaft.
"Fif...fifty...thou..thousand," she moaned.
He rewarded her again with quicker, faster thrusts, tilting up
with his pelvis, accommodating himself to her,
stroking her clitoris with his long fingers.
"Robot-controlled ion weapons!" she growled. "Now fuck
But the evil assassin stopped. He was completely still.
She writhed underneath him, thrusting against his artificial
member, looking up with desperate, glowing eyes,
gasping with need... but his face was cold and impassive.
He was making another decision -- then he spoke.
"I have accomplished my mission. It is no longer necessary
for me to be here."
"Damn you," she hissed between clenched teeth. "FUCK ME!"
"Have mercy on me! Please!" Aura Torben begged as he withdrew
from her body.
"I have never... shown... MERCY."