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World’s Best Assassin
II – Decision
By Pat Squared

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Ron looked at the sleeping form next to him with self-loathing.

Boiarskii had picked up a practitioner of the world’s oldest profession as was his habit after facing death.

However, this one was younger than the normal twenty-something-year-old call-girls that Vasilii normally rented from Madam Ivanna Gorbachev.

The girl he just sleep with last night was only a few years older than Ron’s oldest child, Melody Anne Stoppable. The problem was Melody Anne Stoppable was twelve and he would be surprised if the naked girl that he fucked last night was even fourteen.

Ron looked down at the snoring form.

His victim's name was Svetlana Romanov.

Closing his eyes in a vain effort to banish the living nightmare, he recalled that she had the same soft, dark eyes and blond hair as Melody. Svetlana was a virgin until Vasilii Boiarskii paid three thousand euros to the old KGB whore who probably had not showered or shaved her upper lip since Ronald Regan's first term.

Vasilli Boiarskii had to taunt Ron by deflowering Ron's daughter’s virtual twin.

Ron used to believe that the ends justified the means with which Ron Stoppable/Vasillii Boiarskii combated the forces of chaos.

Ron let Boiarskii do what had to be done to accomplish the mission, no matter how brutal or repugnant the act was.

Now Ron was left empty with the knowledge that the only difference between him and his adversaries was the fact that Ron was still haunted by a guilty conscience.

The drugs, drinks, and warm flesh could not hold back the guilt forever.

Boiarskii was supposed to be an alter ego, a cover identity. Boiarskii was to be put in the proper mental filing cabinet when Ron did not need Boiarskii’s reputation. Zorpox was an innocent compared to the rage filled Boiarskii. Zorpox was just ego. Boiarskii was the one who stored all the inner rage that Ron swallowed. Now Boiarskii was popping and Ron knew that he need help. The problem was that to seek help would mean revealing thing that would destroy his life and his family. So he kept it all pent in until he could act out his emotions four thousand miles away from the flag pole.

However today, Ron could no longer identify were Ronald Dean Stoppable end and Vasilii Alexandrivich Boiarskii began.

Maria Natasha was a worthy scion to her ancestral lines of secret police interrogators and Russian black marketers. Maria Natasha's red hair and fiery temper was the shell that covered a cunning mind. Dealing with her was like dealing with an evil Kim Vasillii had tasted her charms and found a sadist/masochist willing to go further than the Marque de Sade ever dreamed of. Vasillii took full advantage of it.

Vasilii Boiarskii performed his role and kept Ron Stoppable from having his sorry existence terminated during the negotiations. Three days of strong drink, debauchery, and gambling earn Vasilii more street credit and a shipment of military-grade biological weapons. Maria earned more hard currency.

The deal was struck in the typical Russian manner. Yelling and screaming about cheating, both sides played up a crescendo until both side said, Da and drank down another shot of Russian antifreeze to seal the deal. However, there was a kinky twist to these negociations.

"You call that fucking you little worm," screamed the Russian nymphomaniac, "I will show you what real women want! By the time I am done, you will be begging for an ice pack."

Vasillii laughed.

"Don't even think of you as man. I laugh at your fucking Estonian midgit prick."

Vasillii picked up the fiesty cunt and slammed her down hard on the table.

Vasillii hiked up the red head's skit. He dropped his pant and rammed his erect ten-inch phallus into her sans foreplay.

"Let me warm up your icy cold cunt bitch. It probably has not seen action since my great-grandfather rolled into Russia on his panzer."

Maria Natasha screamed, "Get it out...get it out"

He pulled out so only the tip of the mushroom head was in.

"So this is how Russian women act when getting fucked by real cock."

He smacked her across the face.

"Beg you little fucking whore. Beg God to feel pity on you. Beg God to save your skany little ass."

Maria started moaning and moving trying to get him to move, but he held back. He wanted her to beg. He needed the fucking red head to acknowledge her true place in the world.

"You fucking red heads thinks you are all that. Well, when you are faced with truth, you show your true colors, you street walker."

He backhanded her face.

Vasilli knew that Maria Natasha was getting desparate. She was starting to wonder if this was just rough foreplay or if he was going to rape her until she could not think about sex without shuddering in pain.

The answer was it was going to be all of the above.

Vasillii thrust his hips foreward slaming the tip of his rod into the entry to her cervix. It was tight back there.

"So you fuck little dicks. Don't worry honey, I am going to make sure your son will be nicknamed tripod."

He moved a little bit back and forth getting her use to the new level of intrusion.

"Don't fucking stop...don't fucking stop you Baltindeusche scum."

"So you don't care that I am not wearing condomn. Beg for it."

He knew that he was tapping into one of her fantases. A master was going to have his with her and forever mark her as his with his bastard.

"Please...please give me tripod for son."

He shook his head, "You got to do better than that. Jiggle your cow titties. Tell me just how you are going to feed my bastards."

Maria was starting to goan incoherently.

"You think I am going to be your little side-kick. Think again. I am no sidekick. I am the whole three-ring circus bitch. Now be a good little geek and suck this."

He yanked out of her and just as quickly begin fucking her unprepared throat. She was starting to gag, but he never cared about her. If she did not sell him the weapons, he would kill her by deep fucking her throat and filling her airways with his cum.

He yanked out and smacked her in the face with his blungeoning mace.

"For all your money and power, you are nothing. You can't even suck dick right. A six year old from Moscow orphange could do better than you."

The red headed cunt was tearing up from nearly being choked to death.

"I am going to finish your education. Study hard because you are going to get pop quiz."

He smacked her ass. It jiggled nicely, like a certain bubble-butt, at least until it got fat and never recovered from carrying his child. If he decised that this one was worthy, the same would happen to this ass too. Mrs. Dr. P had a better ass than Ron's fat fucking wife.

He smacked it again. He studied the redness and smacked it again. He repeated until he saw the formation of whelts.

He touched the enlarged clitorus.

Her cum sprayed the room. She was so far gone that he could shove a battleship up her cunt and she would only moan before passing out in bliss.

The last thing he wanted to give that worthless snatch was that bliss.

He was going to punish her like that red headed witch who treated him like dirt all his life.

He smiled as he rammed his little pal up her ass.

She screamed in a level of agony that would warm the cockles of any third world torturer.

He took his pleasure from her as she screamed in pain in great big gulps of madness.

"God no...please God save me."

"There is no God here, bitch. I am Vasillii Boairskii and you are in my hell."

The pressure was mounting. He was going to spill forth his seed. He decided that this cunt was not worthy of suckling his bastards.

He pulled her hair and started pressing buttons on his cell phone.

"I am calling my buddy so we can get you working on your first gang bang."

"Gah...gah...gah...gah"

The redhead was so out of it that she would say yes to getting tattooed fuck toy and being the villiage bicycle in a villiage of HIV infected pricks.

He yanked out of her ass.

Her pussy and ass were wide open after the reaming. Like all want to be cunt whore, it could not recover after getting fucked by his real dick.

He thumbed the record button on his cell phone. He turned her over. Two seconds later, thne camera phone recorded his hot seed jetted back and forth over her tit and face.

He hated pretencious red heads. When push came to shove, they folded and became little more than little sluts.

Served the bitch right...she braged just how he was going to need an ice pack. Now she will need an iceberg to keep one step ahead of the pain.

The last words of her her mouth were, "Whip me, beat me, fuck me, and make me sign your bad checks."

He heated up the fireplace iron poker and branded those final words on the bitch's back before fucking her unconscious.

He was still randy in a way that would scare Austin Powers. Austin Powers was a fun randy. Boiarskii live that motto that sex was about power and dominance.

Vasillii was all about the darkside...There was no way in hell he was going to turn things over to that Loser Stoppable until it was time to twist the knife in that dweb's conscience.

Vasillii dialed a number from his memory. Madam Ivanna was a fucking polar bear, but her cubs were fine works of art. He was digging through Ron's subconscience mind and found just what he wanted by would never do. He was going to make Ron's life very interesting. Worse...this was going to be a mind job...the fucker was not going to know that Vasillii set it all up.

Ron Stoppable now was paying the price of Vasilii Boiarskii’s vices.

The slender arms of the young call girl enwrapped the man's frame. In the old days, the Soviet Union would have turned her into a ballet dancer. Today she was a commodity.

The child slept like his child safe in the knowledge that Vasilii was not a beater like the ones who took the virginities of the other orphanage girls during the breaking in sessions. Her attractive looks ensured that the child would be saved for a connoisseur of nymphet flesh, read pedophile.

Vasilii was a favored client of her madam and would get first option on fresh meat. The child that slept in his bed was one of her newer ones, not yet hardened to the game. Ron knew that she would have to work if he tossed her out, so he rented her for the next couple weeks.

Ron wanted to end it all, but couldn’t figure out how without Kim finding out about Vasilii and the means Vasilii used to accomplice Ron’s missions.

Kim stills believed in the innocent Ron that she knew back in Middleton, that she almost rescued twelve years ago from the war in France. Your kids believed that you are some fucking cape wearing virtuous warrior righting wrongs.

Just how many videos did you record. One hundred...two. Rape, torture...How many nights do you let that mind fuck Boiarskii wank off to look in their eyes? You are some sick shit.

Why did the hero have to wear white?

When the hero had to fight the villain, white would only make the stains on his soul more visible.

Your soul, Ron...Your soul is stretched so thing you can read an insurance policy right through it. There is no heaven for you...you are on the one way trip to hell. Don't forget to ask the Devil to crank up the ovens when you report for the afterlife.

There were to many stains on Ron’s soul to even contemplate.

Out of habit, Ron turned on the television to Deutsche Welle, the German language 24 hour answer to the BBC, CNN, and Fox News. Award winning anchor and one of Boiarskii's fuck bunnies, Freda Schlosser was in Moscow’s Red Square breathlessly reporting upon a murder. He missed the beginning of the report. However based upon the questions asked by the commentator back in Germany, Ron quickly realized that the victim was a very important Russian politician.

It was Alexander Kerensky, president of the Russian Federation.

All that was on the news was that some assassin decapitated the victim and his bodyguards with a sword. The Russian security forces were on alert as the Russian government firgured out who was going to be the new power.

Ron turned off the television.

Global Justice would want answers and Ron had to use Vasilii Boiarskii’s underworld contacts to get them.

He turned over and grabbed his cell phone.

Twenty hours and hundred of euros in cell phone bills later, Ron had nothing.

There were no large movements of currency in the crow market.

No one was moving enough cash to be paying for a contract killing of this magnitude and no professional assassin would do the job without some guarantee of payment.

The Russian mob was not dumb enough to do this kind of hit.

Concepts such as civil rights and proper procedure never made it in this land of beauty and harshness.

The Russian security forces still played by the same rules as the old KGB, and they would slam down on whatever Russian mob family they merely suspect had any tangential involvement in the assassination.

No amount of hard currency would get the Russian security forces to back off on this investigation. Wacking Russain vors (godfathers) happened on a weekly basis, but wacking the president or a minister was a challenge to all that was Mother Russia.

Ron needed the information that was coming across Kim’s desk right now. However, to do so will he was in Europe would violate his cover. Worse, he would be recalled and they will find out about his drug habit if he called. Everything he suffered will be for naught.

Svetlana just sat in the corner watching her new boss work the phones contacting his rats. In between the calls, Vasilii bought out her contract with the madam and told her to sit tight.

Ron/Vasilii rubbed his throbbing forehead muttering epitaphs in English, German, Russian, and Yiddish. He would have to cut his stay in mother Russian short and personally visit his contacts in central Europe and London. Someone had provided funding for this kind of operation, even if the hit-man did the job for free. He would have to follow the money. However, he needed some point to start the hunt.

Ron curled into bed mentally exhausted. Ron had to make plans. Vladimir would handle things in Moscow and ensure that Global Justice would get his progress reports.

Ron awoke the following afternoon.

Yesterday's events were not a nightmare.

Svetlana was hugging him. Worse, Svetlana had the same look in her eyes that his children did. It was love...the innocent love that life yanks out of your soul when you realize just how fucked up your life is.

Vasilii Boiarskii could torture a family, sit down, and eat their borsht while they were bleeding to death and their bodies were in the throes of death.

However, Ron could not hurt those who depended on him. That is the only reason for his being here. Now, Svetlana needed him.

To Svetlana, he would be her lover. He knew that he could not bring Svetlana home to the wife and kids.

Oh hi honey, here is our new daughter and my latest sexual conquest! Oh by the way, she might be already knocked up since I did not bother to use a condom, but I think we could all get along.

Ron could only imagine how that scene would play out. Having a wife with a JD and sixteen styles of kung fu mean that he would be beaten up physically before she would sick the the cops and lawyerson his ass. Then he would have to spend the rest of his life in prison dodging convicts who would line up to shank him.

I would probably not even resist.

The thought was so wrong. Kim would never forgive him, his kids would know that their daddy was some sick pedophilic bastard, and Svetlana would be blamed for the things that Vasilii did to her.

Yet, he could not leave Svetlana behind like a used condom.

Svetlana didn’t have a home.

Svetlana was not vicious enough to carve out her share of a criminal empire. She would be recycled and life the short alcohol and drug drivine lifesytle of a Mocowvite street walker.

Ron had to make a decision.

Ron would have to give Svetlana a family, even if that family was a son of a bitch named Vasilii Boiarskii.

“Svetlana, I am man with many names, many stories, no comrades, and many enemies. There have been many women, a wife, and few kids. I have no place ... no place I can call home since I was child in Estonia. All I can give you is place to rest, to learn, to grow. Svetlana, you have to make decision now, free will.

“One, you stay in Moscow, I give you small flat, and monthly allowance. Other than that, you are on your own.

“Two, you come with, be my apprentice, learn to play greatest game. However, it will be difficult and once you accept there will be no going back to Russia.”

A kiss answered the question. Svetlana slid out of her little black slip of a dress and told Ron that she would forever be Vasilii Boiarskii’s.

Ron kissed her back. He was not going to let Boiarskii out of the closet. He was not going to let the mad psycho do to this child what he did to Maria Natasha and others like her.

Ron Stoppable knew that there would be no forgiveness. He could not...would not blame his sick alter ego for the act he was going to do.

Ron Stoppable accepted that he was going to do the deed and accept the consequences. He was not going to let Vasilli ruin another innocent life and brand other conquest.

Ron nibbled gently on the girl's lips.

Svetlana was going to be his salvation...his eternal damnation.

He caressed her neck, her small breasts, her thighs.

Slowly he rubbed the button.

Svetlana took in a deep breath and bit her lip to suppress a moan.

Make love to her Ron.

He slid down and nibbled on her clitorus in between writing the alphebet with his tongue.

She responded in a way Kim never did.

Unless Kim was drunk, Ron knew that there was a resentment...a do this for England kind of thing with Kim. Consequences of a drunken night's debutchery. The pair were drunk when he took Kim's virginity and planted their daughter Melody in her womb. Kim only stay with him because of Melody. She only spreaded her leg because that what all loyal wives do. Rutting wiht Kim was just something to do during his infrequent visits home. Pop two viagra and do the deed until he spilt his seed and Kim fakes another orgasim.

Svetlana...Svetlana actually shared the moment. The moans were not fakes. Sickenly, knowing that Svetlana actually was welcoming his advances was turning him on in a way Kim never did. Kim was England...Svetlana was Paradise.

Ron slid up and sat up.

Svetlana sat on his lap and impaled herself on his Ronness.

Slowly the paired moved...gently at first trying to get use to this new experience.

Ron hated himself...Svetlana was a child who should be making joke about boys...not fucking some thirty three year old like him. He was in culinary school when she was born.

"Please...don't stop," moaned his underage lover.

Ron closed his eyes and bit back a tear. He opened his eyes. There was a love in her eyes. An unquestioning love that he would only see in the eyes of his kids.

He wanted to roll back time and fix things, but he knew that if there was a time machine, he would fuck this child over and over again.

Love was cruel.

Ron knew that he was going to climax soon. He knew that there was no condom. He knew she was old enough to bear his kids. He knew that he should stop, but to do so and spurt his seed all over he was to mark her as his whore. He could not do it. Even if he was to knock her up, he could not pull out and cheapen this moment. Besides he had already squirted up in her by the sticky stains on her thighs.

She started trembling and sobbing quietly.

"Da...da...da...please."

It was his signal to release and he did.

Ron now knew what hell truly was and prayed that God would forgive her for what he did and what he would do to her. He would in the end corrupt her...ruin her like Humbert Humbert did his nymphet Dolores Hayas in Lolita. He recalled the end scene where Humbert heard the children laughing and his lolita's laughter strangely absent. Ron had destroyed a child's innocence and now awaited his own end knowing that nothing was going to fix things.

Ron knew then that one day he was going to end his own life.
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