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From: Bud Red <redbud@inbox.com>
Subject: {ASSM} The Pro-Life Hit-Man by Redbud (NC,mast,preg?)
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Date: Wed, 19 Aug 2009 00:10:03 -0400
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The Pro-Life Hit-Man

   by Redbud

   "Please..." she begged.

   "I said: Do it."

   The woman slowly knelt, as the barrel of the pistol remained pressed
against her temple.

   "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 gun.

   "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." 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 breasts.

   "What are you doing?" Cheryl's voice quavered.  Fear rippled through her
stomach.  "You're a hitman?"

   "I prefer hit person - less sexist."

   "What is he paying you?  I'll pay you double."

   "Whatever you offer me, my customer has already exceeded by 10%," said
the hitwoman, opening a black duffel bag.  "And my customer has already
examined your net worth."

   "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, ass in the air.  She looked straight ahead, her chin
just an inch off the floor.  The hitwoman fastened the chains to the floor.
"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.  "This is what you were
always made for."

   "Just kill me and get it over with," Cheryl snarled.

   The hitwoman laughed.  "Kill you?  I'm not going to kill you!  Hell, my
gun wasn't even loaded.  I don't do that any more.  I don't eliminate
people that way.  You have to be more creative nowadays.  Business is
tighter.  Successful business is all about innovation.  I'm pro-life now."

   "Then what are you doing to me?"

   The hitwoman knelt within line of sight.  She held 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 in
your pussy, 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 inside you...  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 blacklisted!"

   The hitwoman stepped behind her.  "Honey, those pills 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.  Nice arch!  Look how you raise your head!  You act like your pussy
has never been used."

   "Birth control pills are illegal," Cheryl moaned.  "I never..."

   "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
against her belly.  Pushing.  She could feel the lips of her sex 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 a man mounted 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, as if it
were a perfect fit, into her belly.  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.  Then she
gasped when she felt a gelled finger penetrate her ass.  She panted.  She
breathed.  She cried out as the bulb popped into her ass.

   "Don't do that!" said the hitwoman.  "Keep your ass loose if you don't
want to cum in yourself."

   Cheryl relaxed her muscles.  She shook.  She felt helpless.

   "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?

   "All right, 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, hon.  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. 
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
Cheryl's.  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, and her spread, bare knees 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 it 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.  "Here she comes," said the woman.  She spasmed once,
looked dazed, then pressed her breasts to the floor as her back arched
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, so 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
dorm room 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
fastened 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.  Whoops!  See how she
looks, sort of panics and loses her concentration?"

   The woman had turned to the door, eyes wide with a combination of hope
and panic.  Then, just as suddenly, her gaze returned straight ahead, then
upward, then 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 it."

   "Just tell yourself what you told all those men in all that
literature..."

   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 kneees, 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.  "Our 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, tightening.

   "Do you want pasta or hamburgers?" the hitwoman asked her partner.

   "I'm in the mood for pasta," he answered.  "Let's grab some red wine,
too."

   "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 think she's breathed for the last
minute - just keeps twitching."

   "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...  fingerprints?"

   "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.  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.

   Then Cheryl heard the door of the flat open and close behind her.  She
gasped with one last twitch and felt a last warm spurt deep inside her.
   The dildo was still vibrating.  

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