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Aurora, Sexy Assassin
by Joaquin d' Bootboy (bootzluv@yahoo.com)
***
An action-packed erotic thriller of Aurora, sexiest and
deadliest assassin ever. (Fdom/M, nc, v, mc, tor, sn)
***
Dedicated to the lovely Aurora
EPISODE 1: "Death comes in black thong panties"
The long straight lonely highway stretch for several
miles for as far as the eye could see. On both sides of
it, a vast desert landscape, warm and only beginning to
show signs of life as the sun steadily rose on the far
horizon. Other than a frightened gecko that scurried
pass across the wide deserted avenue and a flight of
vultures overhead, and one patient rider well hidden
behind a boulder, the infinite scenery was definitely
lifeless.
Brushing her long dark hair playfully messed up by a
gentle desert breeze, the lone rider smiled as
everything she had planned had fallen neatly into
place. She was early. She had time. The target was not
due for another two hours. It was only 7:00 a.m. and
yet the sun was already blazing hot. "Might as well
take advantage and get myself a tan and while I check
on the traps," she said to herself.
She took off her black leather-riding overalls and
neatly folded it inside her duffel bag beside her
camouflage tent. She didn't took off her stylish knee
high black leather Valentino boots, with four-inch
stiletto heels on to protect her feet from the desert
floor that was gradually heating up.
She giggled as she inspected herself. She stood there
in the middle of nowhere wearing nothing more than a
skimpy ensemble of sexy black silk brassiere that
strained to cover up her shapely firm breast. Her
sensuous strikingly gorgeous creamy white thighs and
long, long shapely silky smooth legs were generously
revealed and barely covered by her sexy black high cut
thong panties.
The same gecko that earlier hurried off across the
highway was back and stared as if in awe at the lovely
Aurora. She just winks down at him pretending him to be
a captive audience and smiled. "My gosh, look at me. I
could very well be a model for a female domination
magazine," she said softly to the attentive gecko.
"Better get down to business my friend" she bid the
little creature good-bye as she walk away towards her
blue 2000 Yamaha R6 parked 150 meters away among a
copse of wild bushes.
The little gecko followed her closely, staring at the
exquisite way Aurora's well-rounded hips sway with
every step she takes, as she walks gracefully like a
top beauty in a prestigious pageant would. Her well-
rounded tight firm butt barely covered by her striking
black thong bikini panties moves in such hypnotic
vivacious manner that it had effectively held the poor
gecko's eyes like glue. Aurora glances back and notices
this and merely smiled, "either the poor little monster
is a reincarnation of an ass gazing maniac or he
probably thinks I look too good to eat," she laughed,
"well, probably both. His definitely got some taste,"
she said to herself.
Once there, Aurora check the tools of her trade from a
metal cache strapped to her sports bike and laid them
on a mat, which she carefully arranged on the sandy
floor. Her deadly gear consisted of an H&K MP5
submachine gun and .357 magnum Desert Eagle and a
couple of radio operated Claymore anti-personnel mines.
It also included a remotely controlled .50 caliber SAW
(squad automatic weapon) complete with tripods that she
herself designed and built for this particular purpose.
Needless to say, Aurora is an expert in weaponry and
demolitions, an essential skill in her arcane trade of
assassination. In fact in the mysterious world of
assassins, Aurora is among the top five in the world.
Her schooling and training in these esoteric lethal
arts is quite a mystery as no one really knew her
background save for a few who are either closely
working for her or dead. And she has never ever been
caught.
Her youthful teenage looks with a radiant carefree
smile and overall "girl-next-door" appeal had made her
beyond suspicion and is considered to be a very
formidable weapon in enabling her to get close to her
targets. In her career as an assassin, Aurora has never
failed an assignment. It never mattered how powerful
and well guarded they were they were always good as
dead. To date she counts over five hundred people she
personally dispatched to their graves.
Aurora stood up and scans again the horizon and the
freeway, which stretches from the northeast to the
southwest. She quickly decided on the exact spots where
she will place the 8 Claymore charges and calculated
the distance from each other from her ambush position.
Biting her sensuous lips for the work ahead, she took
off the pair of leather gloves she wore and carefully
applied sun block lotion against her silky smooth skin
thoroughly with supple motions. After which she put the
leather gloves back on and strap on a shoulder holster
for her .357 cal. Desert Eagle and slung the H&K MP5
SMG (submachine gun) over the shoulders.
She made the final configurations check on her remotely
controlled tripod mounted recoilless machine gun and
made sure it pointed northeast facing the road. She
then covered it with camouflaged netting to blend with
the thicket of bushes which grew wildly at the side of
the road before preceding further down to individually
place the claymore charges.
As she busied herself setting up her ambush, she
recalled her mission profile. The target, Jingoy, is a
notorious leader of a syndicate ring involved in white
slavery and drug trafficking. It will not be easy as
about a dozen goons armed to the teeth and an equal
number of beer-guzzling Harley Davidson riding thugs
always accompany him.
"Perfect, I hate Harleys and all the equally detestable
creatures that mount them" Aurora said to herself.
Aurora, ever a true blue professional who never let her
emotions influence her job, was particularly incensed
at the subject of her present assignment. She was
particularly disturbed about how a poor barrio chief
had managed to rescue her 15 year old daughter earlier
abducted by Jingoy's men but only to die later in his
arms due to a severe case of venereal disease that
spread all over her body and ate up her brain. She died
a slow and painful death.
Nothing could be more appalling. Aurora swore when she
was told the story. Thus, Aurora accepted the job with
only a fourth of her minimum acceptance fees of a
$100,000.
Her ever-faithful sidekick, Joaquin tried to protest
with her uncharacteristic un-professionalism then but
thought better of it as she promptly stared him down
before he could mouth his protestation.
Joaquin, Aurora's ever faithful and devoted assistant
cum man-Friday, cum domestic slave, and cum occasional
lover. Joaquin is a brilliant computer whiz kid and
electronics expert and also serves as Aurora's
surveillance and intelligence man. Ever since the first
time he saw her on the internet he was beguiled by her
Goddess like beauty especially when she finally agreed
to chat with him using her web cam.
But Joaquin could also be a bumbling idiot and a jerk
at times. But overall he is very dependable.
But what really endeared Joaquin to Aurora is his slave
like devotion to her. He serves her unquestioningly
with an obsession to please her. And he never asked for
money, though Aurora would insist in paying him
something. Joaquin would only reluctantly accept in the
end what amounted to simple gas money, more symbolic
than practical.
The money has no significance whatsoever to Joaquin. He
simply was too much in love with Aurora that he
practically binds himself to her for free.
The expectation only that Aurora would reward him on
the rare occasion when she allows him to give her head
or when she playfully sits on his face, is more than
enough compensation. Joaquin never went beyond giving
Aurora a tongue job, as she never let him. Joaquin had
no complaints with their erotic arrangement,
considering with his deep obsession for her, actually
was more to his favor anyway.
Her heels clicking audibly on the asphalt with a clear
feminine tone to it, Aurora cross the wide desert
avenue to secure another of her directional claymore
charges. She carefully and methodically places all
eight charges, four each on its side of the highway,
forming a zigzag pattern all facing the road.
Finished with the last of her lethal bombs she returned
to her ambush position on top of a large boulder 20
meters from the road on the east side. She just stood
there and closed her eyes commencing her deep breathing
exercises preparing herself for the expected battle
ahead.
Aurora block off the world and all thoughts of combat
and instead, concentrated on the single rivulet of
sweat forming on her forehead. She lifts her head into
the sky, her eyes close, shielded by a dark Ray Ban she
wears.
She focuses on the tiny droplet as it slowly and
tenderly descends down on her neck snaking its way
unhurriedly down on her supple and well-formed breast
like a lover's tongue. She lets out a sigh as the
droplet lingers a little bit around her flat stomach
before descending further down and disappearing beneath
the wide waistband of her high cut black thong panties.
The droplet, long absorbed by the fabric of her
panties, yet her thoughts of it continued further down
remembering the way Joaquin, her slave and ass-kissing
sidekick, would passionately tongue her.
Joaquin was the best among all her numerous lovers. He
is positively the man who could give a girl the best
head ever! His tongue alone would unquestionably bring
her to heights of ecstasy and orgasm every time without
fail.
Suddenly, Aurora's reverie was cut short by the crackle
of her small radio transceiver. She quickly dons the
speaker and microphone headset on her head and
immediately heard Joaquin' voice, "speaking of the
devil," she thought.
"What is it, Joaquin?" Aurora spoke on the small
speaker mike.
"Hmmmmm, I... I'm sorry... I... well you see... I would
have called you earlier... but... hmmm the battery went
out... and I have to look for a spare.... you see...
I..." Joaquin stammers.
Aurora just bit her lips, exasperated.
"Just tell me what happen!" she said.
"The target left early. Five black Ford Suburbans and a
couple of Harleys...they should be there any minute
now... I'm sorry... I..." said Joaquin in a small boy's
voice.
"Fuck!" Aurora exclaimed. "You sorry piece of shit!
You're getting it this time, slave!"
Aurora quickly pulled out her Zenith binoculars and
scans the northeast approach. And sure enough she could
see the target quickly closing in. Aurora estimates
that she has less than a minute to spare before the
target were well within the kill zone.
"Damn it!" she said loudly. She realized that, aside
from her boots and gloves, she was almost bare-naked
with only bras and panties on. She could no longer
reach her leather cover-alls, which are place in her
duffel bag next to her tent, a good 300 meters away.
She could no longer ran towards it, don her clothes and
be back again at her ambush site. There is simply no
time.
She will have to do battle while donning only in her
bras and panties. A sexy thought if only the situation
were any different.
Possess with a brilliant tactician's mind, Aurora
quickly turn the situation into an advantage.
***
Rico, one of Jingoy's trusted henchmen, was leading the
convoy on his Harley when his jaws drop at the
astonishing sight before him. He could barely believe
his eyes as he saw the loveliest woman he ever laid
eyes on with drop dead gorgeous body to match and clad
only in a sexy black bikinis and bras standing poise
like a model on top of a boulder 100 meters ahead on
the left side of the road. He had to slow down to about
40 mph.
The others in the convoy, including Jingoy himself also
witness the same amazing scene, which also prompted all
of them to slow down. Aurora was a young woman too
irresistible for men to resist especially in her
present almost naked condition.
***
"That's it! Just a little closer boy. Don't be shy. A
little more now." Aurora said softly to herself. She
smiled as they inch closer and closer to her kill zone
until the fateful moment arrived for her to press the
remote.
All hell broke lose as the first claymore charge
exploded killing Rico and two other lead Harley riding
goons instantly. The first bomb also manages to flip
the lead Ford Suburban front fender first up to the sky
and landing on its top with a loud bang. A split second
later, the second Ford Suburban crashes onto the first
before it too exploded completely and obliterating all
six occupants instantly.
Then just a second into the death play, no. 8 claymore
bomb exploded thrashing the fifth Ford Suburban which
was bringing up the rear of the convoy, effectively
blocking off any logical retreat for the men.
The fourth Suburban also exploded in a hail of metallic
debris as two bombs exploded almost simultaneously. The
fourth Suburban, or what was left of it, careened
uncontrollably and smash itself into the third vehicle
which contain Jingoy himself and four of his most
trusted lieutenants, pinning it effectively with the
flaming wreckage of the second Ford.
Fourteen men died instantaneously with the explosive
onslaught of the claymore mines. Most of the first wave
fatalities were from the goons riding on their Harley-
Davidsons.
The others who manage to escape the explosions were
quickly cut down to pieces from the .50 caliber machine
gun fire that Aurora activated by remote.
In quick successive rounds the hails of bullets rip
through flesh like metallic hailstorm. A few of them
even had their heads blasted to smithereens.
While the carnage continued and the attention of the
men, or what's left of them, were focus on the .50
caliber machine gun shooting them up the road, Aurora
quickly jump down and grab her H&K MP-5 Submachine gun
and position herself to fire.
Aurora flicks the remote control and the deadly hail of
bullets from her .50 caliber machinegun cease firing.
At this instant, only a handful of men, mostly stun
from the bomb blast and the barrage of rapidly fired
.50 caliber bullets survive. They counter-fired,
focusing their attention towards the source of the
machine gun fire.
Without wasting a moment, Aurora move towards the road
coming from the side and rear of the rubble of
vehicles, her deadly submachine gun firmly grip in her
glove hands, her heels clicking audibly with sexy
distinctly feminine notes on the heating asphalt.
She drop to one knee and let out a three round burst of
fire to each of the three men who had the misfortune to
turn their backs to her. Each of them was rip apart by
powerful blast of 9-millimeter exploding bullets.
They were all dead even before they hit the ground.
A split second later, Aurora rolled to her right twice
and rise on one knee and again slaughtered another set
of goons as they were just trying to clamber out of
their burning vehicle. She executed the move with
utmost grace and agility reminiscent of a ballerina's
dance or flawless sway of a refined and graceful
dancer.
She got up and confidently walk bit by bit as she
easily pick off each of the frightened men, shooting
them by their backs, while they were still distracted,
foolishly thinking that the enemy was still in front of
them.
The last two standing manage to turn but it took them
several seconds of hesitation which eventually cause
them their lives, because, instead of shooting Aurora,
they just stared at her in awe.
They were so stun by the sight of an extremely lovely
young woman with an equally ravishing shapely body
drape only in black high cut thong panties and matching
bra approaching them. The spellbound goons just watch
her approach them while she carefully step over the
bodies of their fallen comrades.
They were so transfixed by her charms that they failed
to see her raise her submachine gun as she aimed it at
them. The flashes from the deadly weapon were the last
things they ever saw before they hit the pavement,
spattering it with their own blood.
With the tip of her sexy boots, she nudged each man's
faces, as they lie sprawled on the ground, making sure
their dead. But most especially, wanting to know if one
of them is the dreaded Jingoy.
***
"Shit!!" Aurora screams as she realized that Jingoy was
not there. She flicked a switch and spoke into her
speaker microphone attached like a headband astride her
head.
"Shit Joaquin! Are you damn sure the target was with
this fucking convoy!" she spat angrily at him. In her
mind, she could imagine strangling her poor slave with
her bare hands.
"His in there! I'm sure of it! He must have slip out.
Try checking around. Please." Joaquin pleaded.
Aurora brushes her long jet-black hair back and
immediately surveyed the horizon.
Joaquin was right. Jingoy, along with two other goons,
by some unimaginable luck manage to slip out on foot
from her carefully laden ambush and were now a good 500
meters away heading west towards the desert. They were
now to far away for her Aurora to chase on them on
foot, and ruining her expensive fashionable chic boots
was the last thing she will do. "They're not getting
anywhere" she said, "this girl, might as well have some
fun".
She calmly walks towards her parked Yamaha R6.
She took her time mounting the beast like her trusted
stead, starts it and began to rev it up. She relish
with delight every time she does this, listening to the
soft but powerful purr of its engines, feeling around
her exposed thighs and legs the unmistakable vibrations
emanating from the depths of the animal that she is
taming beneath her. Finally reunited with this
beautiful beast, she aimed towards the three men
limping further away into the middle of the desert.
Aurora smiled, resolved to have fun with these pukes
before she puts a bullet or two ending their miserable
lives. With engines roaring she race her powerful R6
aiming for one of the limping goon.
The three hapless men were alarmed by the unmistakable
roaring sound of the R6 and were horrified as they
glimpsed the powerful sports bike driven by a lovely
half naked beauty bearing down on them. They panic and
scamper in different directions trying in vain to elude
her.
One of the unfortunate goon was hit squarely by the
powerful Yamaha R6 with a gut wrenching sound of his
bones cracking as Aurora manages to send him soaring on
air.
As the goon landed smack on his back, Aurora expertly
screeched to a momentary halt while she at the same
time veered her R6 beautifully, executing a half circle
with sands flying all over.
Before the ill-fated goon could get up Aurora drove her
R6 over his frail body, rubber marking its path across
his chest.
She turns and made another run but instead of just
running him down, she stops her R6 just as it was on
top of him. With the wide rear wheels neatly on top of
his chest, Aurora revs up the engine before letting go
of the clutch and at the same time pressing on the
front wheels brakes.
The net effect had flesh and rubber burning, as wildly
turning wheels dug onto the hapless goon's fragile
body, killing him instantly!
Jingoy and his surviving sidekick witness the
horrifying scene inflicted on their colleague by this
beautiful vixen on wheels.
They started to run again for their lives.
Aurora saw this and just smiled. She then maneuvered
her sports bike towards them chasing them. It only took
less than a few seconds when she overtook them and then
manages to block their path.
The men just stood, escape is hopeless. They could
never outrun this lovely girl on deadly wheels. They
just wait for the inevitable as they watch her
gracefully dismount from her powerful Yamaha R6.
Aurora got off her R6, having decided to give these two
a sporting chance. She slung her deadly sub-machinegun
on her R6. She then stood poise like a model before
them and taunted them, beckoning them to get a piece of
her with her gloved finger.
Immediately, Jingoy's lieutenant lunged forward only to
be deftly thrust down to the ground by one of Aurora's
expert aikido moves. He was still eating dirt and
trying to spew it out, when Aurora, still grabbing him
by his hand made a turn and firmly planted her booted
leg on his shoulder blades and then twists his arm with
one powerful motion, breaking his bones. He let out an
agonizing scream.
This was not getting anywhere, Aurora thought. So, she
firmly grabs a handful of the suffering goon's hair
with both her gloved hands making him stand on his
feet. She then locks her right arm and elbow around his
scrawny neck and with one powerful and quick upward
move she lifted him off his feet by his neck. The
expert lethal move effectively snaps his neck in two,
killing him instantaneously.
She let go, allowing the goon's limp body slithers down
to the ground beneath her feet.
All this time Jingoy just stared at Aurora and the way
she easily dispatches his man to his early grave. He
stared at this young woman with awe and trepidation.
"Oh darn it!" Aurora started, "How is a girl like me
supposed to have fun if you guys die so quickly on me,
hmmmmm?" she said these words, apparently trying to
mock the fallen man at her feet. With a typical girlish
teasing behavior, Aurora laughs at the kneeling Jingoy.
"Ohhh please, please, spare me!" Jingoy pleaded on his
hands and knees as Aurora slowly approach him.
"Ohh, you have been a very bad boy. You know it and so
do I" Aurora said. "Tell me why I should spare your
life?" She taunts him.
"Whoever made you an offer, for whatever amount... I'll
double it, just don't kill me, pleaseeeeee!" Jingoy
begs.
Aurora just laugh, "Sorry old boy. You just can't buy
me off. I'm a professional. I have my principles you
see. Wouldn't look good for me if I double cross my
clients"
Jingoy finally realizes the desperateness of his
situation. "You mean... I, I will die? You, a girl,
will kill Jingoy? Ohhh no!" he began to cry unabashedly
like a baby.
"Yes, my dear old man. This lovely girl before you will
do just that." Aurora began to giggle with glee,
delighted at the spectacle of a grown man crying and
begging at her feet. The sight of a man completely
under a girl's mercy exhilarates Aurora's sense of
power, the power of life and death.
Yet, Aurora is thrilled in a sensual erotic way,
standing there exposed to the world. Standing before
this groveling man almost naked, except for a pair of
sexy feminine boots and matching racing gloves, her
gorgeous black silk bra beautifully molds the delicate
contours of her shapely blossoming breast and the
stunning high cut black silk thong bikini panties that
perfectly enhances the shapely, well rounded and
curvaceous hips and thighs and accentuating her
flawless silky-smooth skin on long shapely legs. She
can't help herself feel so sexy. Any girl would
especially when coupled with the awesome power that she
holds over a man.
Looking at Jingoy's awed appearance, Aurora was further
convinced how lovely and irresistible she must now
appear before him. This was obvious from the way Jingoy
stares at her, his eyes roving all over her body,
devouring her hungrily.
Aurora was quite amazed at this herself. For here was a
man about to lose his life at the hands of this
strikingly lovely girl, yet he still manages to
overcome his primal fear of dying. Aurora is astonished
how her feminine charms could incite a man's passion
for her. It would seem to Aurora that a man's lust for
a woman is more powerful to overcome than the prospect
of his own death. Aurora just laughs out loud, elated.
Aurora adjusts her sexy thong panties, with a motion
deliberately designed to further enthrall the poor
shriveling creature groveling before her with her
beguiling charm. She could be quite a tease when she
wants to.
"Tell you what, old toad," she began, "I will let you
live provided that is, if you can beat me mano-e-mano.
Whaddaya say? Hmmmmm".
"I... I don't think I can... I'm ... I'm too weak...
and you're too strong" Jingoy laments.
Aurora taunts him again with her girlish laughter and
said, "You mean you're just going to give up? You got
beaten by a girl".
"Yeah... I guess... I..." Jingoy began but Aurora cut
him off.
"Then in that case, I will just have to kill you now
old man. Good bye," Aurora pretended to go for her
holstered .357 cal. Desert Eagle.
Her words and her ruse to go for her gun, prompted
Jingoy instinctively to rise up and launch at her
desperately, flailing his arms uselessly in a vain
attempt to get a grab at Aurora.
Aurora was of course ready for him, who just simply
sidesteps grabbing hold of his right arm and with one
singular fluid motion flung him down on the ground in a
circular motion. And just as Jingoy ate dust, Aurora
over his body, turn and plants her right foot firmly on
the opposite side of his frail body. With her sexy
boots firmly in place she pulled and twists his arms,
effectively dislocating his right arm. Jingoy scream
out aloud, the pain unbearable.
Aurora momentarily turn her back at Jingoy, leaving him
writhing in horrible pain, as she walks slowly towards
her park Yamaha R6. She took a four-foot long chain
leash with a dog's leather collar attached to it. She
could easily tell without looking that Jingoy was
desperately trying to get up. As she felt him moving
closer from behind, Aurora simply step back and let out
a powerful back kick which caught Jingoy squarely on
his stomach, which bawled him over. This was quickly
succeeded by another equally vicious run house kick to
his face that flung him back to the ground face down.
Aurora quickly climb up and stood squarely on Jingoy's
back, her 4-inch spike heels digging painfully on his
skin. She quickly fastened the leather collar around
his neck and locks it tight. With the chain leash
attached to Jingoy's neck, Aurora had effective control
of him, so much like a girl would with her little
puppy.
Aurora felt that all too familiar warmth creeping like
a lover from the deepest recesses of her body, heating
her up. The warm wet pleasant feeling permeates and
lingers throughout her body and focused mostly on the
insides of her thighs. Oh no, not now girl we have a
job to do, she thought to herself.
Getting off his back, Aurora forces Jingoy to his feet,
dragging him vigorously by his leash. As he Jingoy
straggles up on his feet, his face quickly got
acquainted with Aurora's fist, tasting the leather
gloves she wore.
Jingoy was momentarily blinded, the pain excruciating.
But before he could fall again to the ground, Aurora
pulled him again by the leash and another more
devastating punch landed bluntly on his left eye,
effectively shutting it out.
The relentless assault continued unabated, with Aurora
hurling and inflicting a series of punches, elbows,
knees, kicks and a combination of them to the hapless
Jingoy. She did these with relative calm and ease honed
from years of mastery in the deadly martial arts that
included karate (which she is a black belt), aikido,
ninjitsu and some arcane lethal skills previously
unheard of by the uninitiated.
Jingoy's face was now puff up by lumps, bruises, and
serious contusions that made him hardly recognizable.
His once ugly mug has been made even more hideous, by
Aurora's relentless onslaught. Jingoy was helpless, he
could neither defend himself nor successfully evade as
Aurora still had a firm grasp of his leash.
The relentless offensive continued for what seem to
Jingoy like hours of harsh and unrelenting torment at
the Aurora's hands. His cries of anguish and pain fell
on deaf ears.
Aurora finally stops her assault not because she felt
merciful than trying to catch her breath. She looks
down at Jingoy badly battered and beat up, writhing and
squirming on the desert floor with horrible and
agonizing pain. Aurora was now drenched in ecstasy as
she stood towering over Jingoy, her sense of power over
him complete.
"Oh, that was fun wasn't old boy," Aurora mock. "Would
you like some more? This girl is having so much fun,"
she said.
"No, no more, please I beg you. Please just kill me
quick, I can't bear the pain anymore... ohhhh," Jingoy
whimpers.
"Your gonna die alright, you old goat. That's for sure.
But killing you quickly wouldn't be as fun as I'm
having now" Aurora laugh. "Tell me what can you do for
me in return for a swift painless death, hmmmmm?"
Aurora giggled.
"I'll give you the coded number of my offshore account
in the Cayman's. I have $8 million grand in it. Please
just stop the torture," Jingoy pleaded. "Alright, tell
me now toad face before I change my mine" Aurora said
nonchalantly, as if she was not interested in this new
development.
After Jingoy told her the codes of the numbered
account, Aurora quickly relayed this to Joaquin over
her radio headset microphone. Joaquin lost no time in
logging this via the Internet. The funds were
completely withdrawn after several confirmations and
successfully transferred to Aurora's own secret
accounts in Switzerland. She was now $8 million richer.
While Aurora was very pleased with the unexpected
windfall, she did not show this to Jingoy. The latter
could not discern the enigmatic smile that Aurora
showed him. It seems to him that she was still not
satisfied.
"Ahh... are you... are you not happy, Miss?" Jingoy ask
this full of anxiety. There was no way now for him to
recover his lost millions. The die has been cast.
"There is still something missing. You can just give a
girl so much, but I want to actually see you beg me for
mercy, you pathetic oaf." Aurora sneered down at him.
"How...how do you wish... me to demonstrate it...
Miss," Jingoy begs Aurora.
Aurora knew then what she would like Jingoy do for her,
as she looks down at her knee high black leather boots,
dusty and mess up losing its shine and luster.
Aurora put her right booted foot forward slightly and
stood in a sexy model's poise as if posing for the
cameras. She does this flirting maneuver so
successfully that Jingoy's unabashed desire for her was
renewed in spite of his pain.
Aurora then began in an enticing way, "Oh my, my boots
are such a mess". She said this in a bogus act of a
girl in distress design to entice Jingoy's obvious
desires some more. "Oh, would you be such a dear old
goat, and help this girl clean up her boots, hmmmmm"
she chuckles.
"Yes, yes for you Miss, I will gladly do anything,"
Jingoy pledge.
Aurora smiling now, tease him some more, "Is that so?
You are willing to do anything for me? Absolutely
anything?" she laughs.
"Yes, anything at all Miss... my Goddess," Jingoy vows.
"Ok then," Aurora replied after a moments dramatic
hesitation. "Why don't you crawl over here and lick the
dust off of my boots, slave!" she hisses.
Jingoy obediently complied as he crawled his way on his
belly, wriggling like a worm, inching his approach
slowly as he reaches the exact spot where Aurora stood
towering over him. Aurora, inch her right booted leg
slightly forward, in a bid to welcome Jingoy's arrival.
As tears stream down his eyes, Jingoy could not imagine
the utter and sheer humiliation he is now experiencing
at the hands of Aurora. He had never before envisioned
that a gorgeous teenage girl would successfully
subjugate him. He cried, his body shaking, disbelief
overwhelm him like a boy who got dump and heartbroken
by the very girl who now stands before him, laughing
and taunting him.
Jingoy stops as he reaches the spot where Aurora towers
over him, his face just a mere inch away from the tip
of Aurora's boot. He looks up with teary eyes and gaze
up on Aurora's flawless beauty, as she looks down at
him with a triumphant grin. Her beautiful eyes flickers
with mischief and unfathomable designs, which only made
him gasp in spite of his pains.
"What are you waiting for you old goat? Go ahead and
lick my boots! Don't be shy now." Aurora said
punctuated with her naughty schoolgirl laughter.
Jingoy, bows his head down, and tentatively plants his
puff up lips on Aurora's boot, feeling the cool leather
surface. As tears fell down his checks, he let out his
tongue and takes a long slow swipe with it tasting the
salty smooth leather of Aurora's boot. Jingoy closes
his eyes, momentarily savoring the dust particles that
cling to his tongue.
"Good boy," Aurora teased, "Now show me what a good
slave you are and give my boots the best shine ever, ok
slave?"
"Whatever you wish... my Goddess," Jingoy meekly
replied.
For the next several moments, which seem to Jingoy like
hours, he proceeded to slave away at Aurora's boots,
cleaning and shining it thoroughly with his amazingly
long tongue. As he continued to lick Aurora's boots,
Jingoy was amazed with himself as he unconsciously seem
to enjoy what he was doing, forgetting whatever shred
of dignity he has left. A macho man completely debased
by a girl.
Jingoy's tongue seem to spring with a life of its own,
as it licks it's way carefully every inch of Aurora's
boot. His tongue would make long hard swipes with his
tongue, sweeping it clean from the accumulated dirt and
dust. His tongue alternates its ministrations with
caring and loving circular movements. On the whole, his
wonderful tongue work like the skillful brushes of an
artist as it passionately licks Aurora's boots to a
gleaming polish.
Aurora was impressed and amaze at Jingoy's efficient
job he does with her boots. She merely smiles at
herself, relishing at her immense triumph over him. As
Jingoy licks away, Aurora could unmistakably feel his
tongue through the thin leather fabric of her classy
and sexy feminine boot. The thin layer of leather is
the only thing that separates his amazing tongue from
her sensitive skin. She tries to stifle a giggle as she
began to feel ticklish, imagining how it would feel
like if it were her bare skin, instead of her boot,
that he was licking.
"Splendid job, slave. Now do my other boot and lick it
the way you did the other!" Aurora orders Jingoy.
"As you wish, You're Majesty." Jingoy replied.
Aurora removed her right booted foot away from Jingoy's
lips. She then raised her long gorgeous leg and plants
her shiny boot squarely on Jingoy's left shoulder.
Aurora expertly balance herself and shift her weight on
Jingoy's shoulder pressing him down, urging him on
towards her other boot.
With Aurora's boot and its spike heel digging painfully
down on his shoulder, Jingoy, needed no urging as he
willingly slave away at her other boot, giving it the
best tongue job he could offer. He slavishly shine her
boot with his passionate tongue and before long it too
shine so remarkably well that he could even see his own
face reflected on them.
Jingoy looks up eagerly at Aurora's face like a
schoolboy waiting for his teacher's approval. "I have
shined your boots for you, Miss... I... I hope I have
done it well... have I?" Jingoy asks with an edge to
his voice.
"Very well, I suppose" Aurora understated although he
was quite impressed with his workmanship. "But
something's lacking. Hmmmmm" she pretended to ponder.
Then she said, "Ohh, I know now. Come with me slave."
Aurora then led Jingoy by the leash towards her parked
Yamaha R6. She yanks playfully at his leash as she
slowly glides like a ramp model with him following
crawling closely behind.
As she walks, Aurora could feel Jingoy's eyes on her
ass, hungrily devouring her. She just smiled.
She then sat on the seat of her powerful Yamaha R6,
cross one dazzlingly gorgeous leg over the other and
pointed the sole of her boot to Jingoy's face. "See my
heel slave? Be a good boy and suck it clean!" Aurora
orders.
While Jingoy was faithfully complying with her wishes,
Aurora fastens the other end of his leash to the rear
of her powerful bike and locking it securely in its
place. A sinister idea having just formed in her mind.
It would be a fitting end to a notorious leader of the
white slavery syndicate.
"Are you enjoying yourself slave?" Aurora asks,
watching Jingoy's eyes close as he passionately sucks
the heels of her boots.
"Hmmm, yesss... hmmmmm... I enjoy being your slave,
Miss," Jingoy replied with half open eyes looking up at
her as he continues to suck and lick her heels with
lustful abandon.
"Good," Aurora said, "Consider it as my parting gift
for you, slave". With that, Aurora pushed Jingoy's face
away with the sole of her boot, sending him down flat
on his back.
Aurora shifted, and then with panache and graceful
move, she swings her long shapely leg over and mounted
her powerful blue Yamaha R6 Super bike. She turns the
ignition and revs up the powerful engine welcoming the
all too familiar roar of its powerful engine, the
intimate steady vibrations she feels around her thighs
and legs.
"Wha...what... are you doing?" Jingoy ask fearfully, as
it suddenly dawns on him what is about to happen. He
tried hard to remove the leather collar around his neck
but he just couldn't simply unlock it. He looks
desperate as the chain leash attached to his collar was
likewise firmly locked into place at the rear end of
Aurora's powerful motorcycle.
As smoke billows forth from the powerful bikes exhaust,
Jingoy was coughing hard, as he strain to free himself
from his chains and from the powerful motorcycle. He
could just barely make out Aurora's behind, her shapely
torso and the curvaceous and well rounded stunning ass
seated firmly on the seat of the bike and barely
covered by her thong panties.
As the engines were brought back to idle, Aurora
finally was able to hear Jingoy's pleas. She turn her
head back at look at him desperately kneeling behind
her powerful Yamaha R6, holding his chains in his
hands.
"I... I... thought you were going to spare me?" Jingoy
pleaded tears running down his cheeks. "Please...
please... don't kill me... not this way... please..."
he begs.
With peals of girlish laughter, Aurora merely said,
"Ohhh, come now my dear old slave. A girl is always
entitled to change her mind." She continued laughing.
"NO PLEEZE!" Jingoy wailed in utter desperation but in
vain, as Aurora simply close her eyes, shutting him off
completely. She was now thinking ahead to meeting
Joaquin and sit on his eager face for hours relieving
her of the day's tension and excitement.
With a loud roar of the powerful R6 engine, Aurora let
out the clutch and her super bike instantaneously
responded with a forceful lurch like a wild stallion
finally set free from his cage. The move drags Jingoy
along by the neck, snapping it but not enough to kill
him just yet as he scream in horror.
The still and serene desert landscape was broken by a
continuous deafening and earsplitting shriek of a man
subjected to a state of sustain agonizing and
excruciating pain. Desert creatures such as the
attentive gecko and his gang scampered away in fear.
Only a flock of vultures overhead followed closely the
events, watching a half naked girl driving a powerful
motorcycle while dragging behind her what seem to be a
disfigured body of a man wailing away, as she race her
super bike in the hard porous hot asphalt highway. It
was a fitting end of a notorious white slavery
ringmaster and child molester. It was poetic justice
that it took a girl to send such a man to his early
grave.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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