Page 18 of Body Tox

“The chemical components in contact solution could be lethal,” I mocked in the Debt Collector’s droning voice as he had taught me this particular lesson.

I hated non-stabby ways of ending someone, but sometimes true assassination work was boring shit that resulted in making chemicals in a lab and simply giving them to people. Bet they never made super spies in movies do lame shit like this, but beggars and choosers and all that.

I felt a strange sensation when I squeezed a portion of the poison into the water bottle, the feeling unknown to me. I shook it off and pulled my mask over my face, letting my body blend into the shadows of the corner, doing the ridiculous fucking ninja dance to avoid cameras as usual.

“Wow, Echo! I have never seen you this insatiable.”

The familiar voice was right behind the bedroom door, and I cursed silently, knowing there was no fucking way I would be able to go into the bedroom to plant my bottle. I turned to leave, aborting the mission for now, but then I heard something that stopped me in my tracks.

“You will beg me. I will make you beg to even fucking live another day, asshole. Beg you? No. Beg me.”

Interest piqued, I turned on my camera, hacking into the camera’s servers and linking into the open laptop’s camera on her desk. The perfect view of Echo and her little girlfriend appeared on the screen. They were flushed, coated in sweat, and each other’s fucking juices.

“Fuck…” I whispered, sitting down on my ass before I fell over.

Echo was straddling the woman, and the pose matched how I had her in the apartment.

The view was fucking heady, and even though I had drained my cock in the fucking blanket hours before, I was rock hard again.

“Please, Echo. Please. I need a fucking minute. My god, baby, you are insane.”

I could see the exhaustion written on her lover’s face, so her request had been sincere. Echo looked…cold. Completely unhinged like the vengeful spirit she was. Again mimicking my pose, she leaned down, her beautiful waterfall of white hair falling into the female’s face.

“No,” she said, quiet but cruel.

This was a re-enactment of our encounter. I was sure of it. The only difference was that it wasn’t fucking me.

Echo slipped her body down the female’s ebony skin, her pussy leaving a fucking trail of her desire.

I bit my tongue, the need to taste her so intense that I nearly bashed the door down in front of me. I kept my eyes glued to the video.

Echo was using her tongue on the woman, but something was different. Her mouth. Her mouth was swollen, and dried blood and faint little streaks lined her lips.

When Echo opened her mouth wide, she dragged her tongue over the shrieking woman’s clit, a new metal piercing glinting inthe LED lights that were around the mirror across from them by that damn closet.

Interesting…

Her body was already enough to bring anyone to their knees, but now glittering with jewelry, I felt as insane as she looked, devouring that damn pussy in front of her.

I moaned, realizing I was grinding my body into my pants, the friction of my jeans creating a pain and pleasure that kept me on edge.

“Fuck you,” she said again and again, driving the orgasming woman to the point of overstimulation and not letting up even after.

“Echo! My god. Echo baby, please. My god.”

Finally, when my Little Wraith had used that fucking tongue to the point of causing her new weapon to pass out, she looked up, staring directly into the camera, almost as if she knew I was there watching her.

Blood was dripping down her chin, falling onto the pussy of the woman, and I bit my tongue harder, the taste of my blood filling my mouth like a crushed gusher candy.

“Holy fuck, Little Wraith. I hear you. I will make you beg. Yes baby, fuck yes,” I panted, my fucking pants soiled in my come.

The humiliating realization of jizzing in my pants like a prepubescent teenager made me angry. I clipped off the video and took off down the corridor to the unused bathroom.

I didn’t have time to clean up without the mousey servants spotting me. So, instead, I crawled out the window and hung out on the top of the roof, making my way back to the area where Echo’s room was.

I turned on the camera again, seeing the girls getting dressed. Echo cleaned up her lover lovingly. I couldn’t get a feel for that girl.

Were they just fuck buddies?

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