Literotic asexstories – Becca XXX – Hard Time Ch. 16 by Naughtybecca,Naughtybecca
Becca XXX. Hard Time. Ch 16. Final Chapter.
Sasha had taken the news better than I had expected. Hearing that I was an assassin under orders to kill her father was a bit of a shock to her, but, as she wanted him dead anyway, that part didn’t seem to bother her. She was more upset that I had deceived her in Bronzefield, thinking that my friendship towards her was purely to get the job done rather than because I liked her.
She couldn’t have been further from the truth. Initially, I was using her just to get to my target, but I had grown very fond of her and I knew that I couldn’t let her live this life any longer.
It had taken me nearly an hour to tell her everything I knew, including my previous encounters with The Generals and how I’d gotten to where we were right now. I told her about The Facility, Lexa, Ethan, The Patriots (who had later turned out to be CIA) and finally about her father and The Generals’ plot to drag us into a war with Russia.
She was as shocked as I was about how big a deal this was and she understood completely that Charles had to be stopped.
“Why would he want us at war with Russia?” she quizzed. “Has he gone insane or something?”
“It would appear that we’ve always been at war with Russia,” I pointed out. “I guess it’s just about each of us playing our part in stopping it, but we need to stop your father first. I think I’m going to need your help.”
Involving Sasha in her father’s demise would make her feel like part of the solution. She needed to be set a task like the rest of the newly formed team and her assignment was going to be simple.
“How can I possibly help?” she asked.
“I need you to go and make things up with daddy. Tell him that you over-reacted and that you want to become his wife after all.”
“Make things up with him how?”
“I need a way to get close to him, somewhere private. He seemed to enjoy our little threesome on the way here. Tell him that you want to do it again tonight. You can consummate the marriage in spectacular fashion with me by your side. Just tell him it’s your wedding present to him.”
She thought about it for a moment and then nodded in agreement.
“Ok, I can see where you’re going with this. We should be able to get some alone time with him in the bedroom. That will be the perfect opportunity for you to take him out.”
“Exactly, but we’ll have to do it quietly. We cannot afford to alert the security team or even worse, Maurice,” I explained. “If we can keep your father relaxed and pre-occupied, I can either break his neck or choke him to death before anyone knows what’s happening. Are you sure you still want to go through with this?”
“Becca, I have the paperwork to prove that I’m his wife,” she smirked. “If this goes according to plan, I’ll be rid of the perverted fucker forever and I’ll be a very wealthy widow. Of course I still want to go through with this. It’s a win-win scenario for everyone.”
I hadn’t even thought about that side of things. Charles’ wife, Sasha’s newly awarded identity, Mary Louise Hamilton, would inherit his entire fortune if he died. Sasha would take over the Hamilton Group and The Generals would be left leaderless. I just hoped that cutting the head off the snake would kill the rest of it for good.
“Ok then. Arrange for us to meet at eight o’clock tonight in the lounge area. We can have some pre-sex drinks and then escort daddy to his death,” I winked. “Go and make friends with him again.”
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I left Sasha to her new assignment and I headed back to my room to get changed. As far as Charles was concerned, I was still trying to find the mole within The Patriots. I threw on some running gear and trainers and made my way to the pool area.
I had no idea where Charles was, but if he was keeping an eye on me, it would look like I was going for a run down towards the industrial units. This served me with two purposes. Firstly, I would make my meeting with Sullivan and his CIA team in order to plan our assault. Secondly, I could do a little reconnaissance along the way without looking suspicious.
I ran at a gentle pace, making mental notes about the number of guards and their positions along the way. I also noticed the staff accommodation blocks as I ran past them. One block seemed to be for the housekeeping staff and the other looked like a guard house. Although most of the security team were out and about, I knew some would be sleeping to allow rest before their shift began.
I continued down the meandering path, feeling hot under the afternoon sun despite the shade from the palm trees. Apart from the paved walkway, most of the natural habitat of the island had been left untouched. It added to the beauty of the place, but also offered good cover from view and fire which would give Sullivan’s team an advantage when they made their advance.
The three planes were still sat on the runway, fuelled and ready for take off. I jogged towards them along the tarmac in plain sight, taking in more details. If I failed to kill Charles, our biggest problem was going to be stopping him from escaping. The planes would be his first option for a rapid escape, closely followed by the huge boat in the marina if he couldn’t make it to his private jet.
Sabotaging his means of escape seemed like a good idea, but short of blowing up the planes and boats with explosives or missiles, I didn’t know how. I hoped that Sullivan and his men would have a better idea.
I ran unimpeded through the industrial area, making more mental notes about the number of militia I saw before finally making it to the beach. I was a sweaty mess and I was breathing hard, despite the short distance. The sweltering heat sapped my strength in minutes and I knew that the final assault wasn’t going to be easy. It would be cooler at night, but only by a few degrees. The island and undergrowth would retain the heat after the sun went down and the humidity would take over like being inside a pressure cooker.
I pushed on past the industrial area where I’d stolen the weapons from the previous night and found The Patriots near the rocky outcrop. I made sure I wasn’t being followed and then jogged over to join them. They were still dressed in Bermuda shorts with bare chests and looked more like a fraternity party than a group of CIA operatives.
“You’re right on time,” said Capitol, glancing at his watch. “Fourteen-hundred, on the dot.”
“I hate being late,” I smiled, stripping off my T-shirt and using it to wipe the sweat from my face.
All four men immediately glared at my tits as though they’d never seen a pair before. My actions weren’t just about cleaning the sweat from my face, we all needed a reason to be here. If anyone was watching they’d see me arrive and immediately expose my bra-less tits to the men.
“Jeez you’ve got a good rack on you,” cooed Pentagon. “I love how forward you are.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” I smiled. “But we all need a reason for being here in case we get compromised.”
I thumbed down my shorts and sodden knickers and kicked my shoes off so that I was completely naked in front of them.
“That looks like a good enough reason for us to be here to me,” laughed Liberty. “I love a nice sweaty pussy.”
“Keep it in your pants for now, boys. It’s just for show. Now, what’s the plan?”
“Did you sort things out with Sasha?” asked Sullivan. “What was her problem?”
“Oh, just the usual stuff. Hamilton’s made her his wife,” I shrugged as though it was a daily occurrence.
“What the fuck? How sick is this guy?” spat Liberty quietly.
“Don’t worry. She’s as pleased about it as you are. She wants him out of the picture,” I explained.
“Seriously? She said that to you?”
“Yes. After everything he’s put her through over the years, she’s had enough. I’ve told her everything and she wants to help. She’s going to make things up with him with the promise of a threesome with me to consummate their loving relationship,” I continued. “I’m not sure what your plan is, but getting into bed with them will give me the perfect opportunity to take him out.”
“That changes things a little,” said Sullivan. “But for the better. Are you sure you can kill him?”
I just gave him a look that said it all and he nodded.
“Ok then. I guess that makes our life easier,” he smiled. “We’ll leave Hamilton to you. How are you going to do it?”
“I guess we’ll have a little champagne to celebrate the newly weds and then Sasha and I will put on a show for him. We’ll get him into the master bedroom and I’ll take him out when he’s at his most vulnerable.”
The men looked at each other and then back at me as though they needed a more detailed explanation.
“You men are so predictable,” I laughed. “Once your dicks start doing the thinking for you, you lose all sense of danger and self-preservation. All you want to do is slide your manhood inside a young girl’s tight wet cunt and pound away at her until you cum. You can’t get much more vulnerable than that.”
“You’re going to kill him as he’s cumming?” gasped Capitol. “Man, that’s harsh.”
“I can’t think of a better way to go,” laughed Liberty. “Balls deep in sloppy heaven.”
The men all chuckled like school boys laughing at an immature joke.
“Make it quick and quiet,” said Sullivan.
“I will, don’t worry. What will you guys be doing while I’m getting down and dirty?”
“We’re going to follow your fine example and steal some weapons from the warehouse. We’ve already reconned the area and we know that it has everything we need. We can rig the place to blow to ensure those weapons never get into the wrong hands, but we’ll only blow it once we know you’ve completed your task.”
“How will I signal you?” I quizzed.
“We found some radios in the warehouse. They’re the same ones that the guards are using. I can bring one to you, along with your bag of goodies and leave it somewhere close to the villa. Once you’ve killed him, get your gear on and radio us so we can start the assault. Our plan is to quietly fight our way towards you, killing the sentries and patrols along the way. If things go loud, we’ll blow the warehouse as a distraction and use it to our advantage to mop up any runners.”
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