Chapter 17
The moment that Dante sighed in contentment and lightened his two-handed grip on the back of Sue Richard’s skull, she yanked herself back hard. Pulling away from the long fingers, Sue let her body tip to the left as she controlled her fall so that she landed on top of the switchblade, blocking the knife from Dante’s view.
Her hidden hand grasped the smooth metal handle and Sue forced herself to assume an attitude of total defeat. She didn’t even attempt to reach up with her free hand to smear away the globs of cum staining the leather hood under her eye and on her cheek and chin. His jism shined in the light as she looked up at him in glum despair.
“…y..you’re…a beast…” she murmured softly.
“A contented one. Thanks to your superior skills at fellatio, Subject Sue. I suspected I was going to enjoy the feel of your throat squeezing my penis when we met.”
“…so glad you weren’t disappointed, owner.”
“The fact that you’ve learned to address me properly tells me we’re almost at the end of our training session. Just a few more final hours should do it. Five more commands to go and then I can turn you back to Madame Minh for your work with her.”
“…m..more commands, sir?” Sue tightened her grip on the switchblade beneath her and continued to look unnerved.
“Yes, more control commands, Subject. Let’s see, they’re Spread Thighs, Present Ass, Permit Fuck and Permit Cornhole.”
“…n..noooh…” Sue moaned, letting her head drop even as her body tensed. Then she did the math in her head and spoke up. “..th..that’s only four commands.”
“Yes, the fifth one is Seduce. That one allows you to combine all of the sexual training commands you’ve been indoctrinated with to date. In a manner of your own choice and order.”
Sue raised her head and looked wide-eyed at Dante with a sudden realization of what was expected of her. “I’m supposed to be a distraction…for someone during the art heist?”
“You know, Subject Sue, you’re not just a gifted sucker of cocks, you really do have a first-rate mind. I now see how you could attract a man like Reed Richards. The thing is, I don’t know which is the cake and which is the icing for him. The mind or the blow jobs. What do you think?”
Smugly, Dante bent down to take hold of Sue’s elbow to guide her back up for more training, a rare breach of protocol for the overconfident Italian. Sue’s servile attitude had gained her the edge she needed and she used it, bringing her hidden hand around as she was lifted to her knees by Dante. She turned into him and stabbed the knife into his belly. She was immediately rewarded with a thin spray of blood onto her chest even as he released her elbow and fell back in open-mouthed horror.
Gasping for breath from the punching blade, Dante twisted down onto the floor on his back and looked up at Sue with eyes wide and sweat forming on his brow. “What have you done, you bitch!”
Sue yanked out the blade and used it again, stabbing a horrified Dante in the meat of his shoulder and twisting the knife cruelly. “I’ve stabbed you, smart guy. Twice! Where’s all your precious intellect now, Dante? Oh, no you don’t!”
Sue stomped on his arm as it reached for his pocket and the remote there. There would be no more anal shocks for her. She pulled the knife out of Allamordo’s shoulder and held the bloody blade against his neck, the shiny steel quivering with the adrenaline flooding Sue’s body.
“Give me the key to the door and I’ll let you live.”
“If I say no?” Dante grimaced, looking up at the lovely blonde’s still cum-laden face. “You hero types don’t murder. Rule number one I believe.” His words were slow in coming, his breath hitched in places from the pain. The wound in his shoulder was particularly nasty and his shirt was dripping with blood from the stomach wound.
“You might be worth breaking that rule for, dirtbag. Don’t tempt me. Take the key off your neck and hand it to me. Slowly, very slowly, as if your life depends on it.”
“It actually does, doesn’t it?” Dante fixes Sue with an appraising look of genuine fear, realizing his life does hang in the balance here.
Sue nods slowly, keeping the knife as close as she can to his neck even as she allows Dante to remove the chain one-handedly from over his head as his other hand clutches at the shoulder wound. She takes the key, puts the chain around her own neck and stands up slowly, pointing the blade down at the hated man.
“Make a move and I’ll shish kabob the other shoulder or maybe stick this blade in your eye!” Sue puts extra pressure on the man’s forearm to ensure he can’t reach the remote in his pocket.
He looks up at her with pure sincerity. “Not a muscle,” he declares.
Keeping her eyes riveted to Dante’s, Sue works the point of the knife into the soft leather of the Punishment Panties and carefully slices a long seam there. The material separates to show a flash of creamy pelvis. Sue widens that split with a rough yank and, still eyeing the prone Italian below her, reaches through the split and squats down. In mere seconds, the anal probe is removed and dropped on the floor, followed by the vaginal probe. Sue stands up, blowing out a heavy breath of mixed anxiety and freedom. Suddenly sick of this unending horror show, she asks, “Where are my jeans and shirt?”
“Right-hand closet at the end of the hall beyond that door. Middle shelf. Laundered and folded.”
“Aren’t you just the fucking Ritz Carlton! This isn’t over! I’ll be back.”
“And you actually expect me to be here?”
“Here, there, doesn’t matter. I’ll track you down whatever rock you crawl under.”
“You might want to wash my cum off your face before you return.”
Sue’s eyes widened, shocked that she’d forgotten that she was still wearing the Humiliation Hood. She cut that off her carefully but quickly and threw it on the floor in disgust.
“Such a waste of fine bondage wear. And you looked so good in it, Subject Sue,” Dante goaded her.
“I’m not your damn subject now, you bastard!” The blond heroine threw the switchblade at the prone sociopath’s head with a nasty arm whip but her anger made her aim go high and Dante ducked his head just in time. The blade stuck in the opposite wall and vibrated a moment as Sue unlocked the door and left, snatching her clothes from the closet on her way out. She dressed hurriedly in the empty elevator on the way down to the first floor.
Back in the apartment, Dante groaned loudly on his back, staring up at the ceiling and fiercely compressing his shoulder wound. “Well, that didn’t go well.”