The Blind Assassin

‘How are you feeling?’ Perrima asked Zalah.

‘Good, although in an ideal world I’d be getting assfucked a little more.’

‘You’re doing very well so far,’ Perrima said. ‘How do you like being a model?’

‘It’s not too different to being a slut, so I’m all for it.’

‘That’s the spirit. Now, to the next part in Anya’s story. The blind assassin.’

‘The blind assassin?’

‘Yes. Anya makes war all over Vassegoria with her crack troops. They sack three cities, and leave nothing but a trail of **** and destruction in their wake. The Emperor of the territory sees the danger. In order to forestall Anya marching on the capital, he sends his last, best, hope. The blind assassin.’

‘And he is?’

‘The emperor’s personal bodyguard. He’s blind, never speaks, masked at all times and kills with two blades. He’s despatched to sort out Anya, but…’

‘She takes care of him, right?’

‘In her own inimitable way.’

At this point, the doors to the room opened again and a figure entered. Dressed totally in tight black leather armour, the man, at a good six-and-a-half feet tall, strode into the room. Every inch of his body was encased in the black suit, comprised of slim, interlocking joints, even being gloved and with a dark, impenetrable facemask. The only part not covered by the armour was the model’s cock, which jutted out, wobbling as he walked in, standing a good foot in front of him.

‘That’s quite an effective costume,’ said Zalah, ‘I’d be quite scared of him if I didn’t already know he liked me so much.’

‘Oh, but he does. Inside that armour, Gerarde is such a sweetheart. And he was **** to do this once I described you to him. Incidentally, he’s not used any of my potions – that’s all him poking out of there.’

‘Fuck,’ said Zalah bluntly, looking at the thick pillar of veined cockmeat pointing directly at her massive tits that were bursting out over the cutaway portion of her black leather corset. ‘But that’s a genuine twelve-incher!’

‘Hard to find, I know,’ agreed Perrima.

Zalah felt her mouth water at the sight of the huge prick that bounced up and down with each step Gerarde took towards her.

‘How do you want me?’ said Zalah to Perrima.

‘On your knees, again, slut.’ Said Perrima.

Zalah obeyed and got on her knees in front of the black-clad male model, licking her lips as the engorged cockend came to the tantalising distance of a couple of inches away from her. The leather in her knee-length boots creaked as she adjusted herself in front of the man.

‘The story goes that Anya didn’t really have the best of the battle, so we’re going to take steps to replicate that in our re-enactment. Obviously the part I’m going to be painting is Anya’s moment of triumph over her adversary. But for now I want to make a few sketches of their fight. So Gerarde, if you’d be so kind, slap that slut in the face with your dick, please.’

Zalah smiled at Perrima’s command, her eyes shining up at the model.

Gerarde was only too happy to comply. Taking his cock tightly in his right hand at the base, he hefted it up so it was level with his abdomen. The thick slab of rigid cockflesh nearly extended up to his pectoral muscles. Zalah held her mouth wide open and extended her tongue at the man, flicking the tip up and down in a saucy invitation to him. She played a game with her eyes, alternating between a pleading expression, an adoring one, and, finally, a narrow eyed lust-filled one.

Gerarde brought his dick down thumping into her face. With a loud, soft plop, the meaty head of his cock splattered into Zalah’s right eye, the trunk of his dick laying across her cheek and over her lips. Withdrawing the dick upwards, Gerarde pistoned it downwards again, this time with the heavy head splatting against the busty slut’s forehead, the thick shaft pinioning her nose to her face. Dozens and dozens of times more, the process was repeated, Gerarde spanking Zalah’s upturned face with his hard tool, the weighty man-hammer smacking against her gorgeous features again and again. Zalah giggled as the rock-hard staff hammered into her face.

Next, Perrima had them pose, once with Gerarde’s balls balanced on the hot blonde slut’s chin while the slick column was laid across the middle of her face, the pulsing bellend resting on her forehead. Then she had Gerarde balance his pre-cum weeping bell-end on Zalah’s chin, and instructed the megaboobed slut not to move, not even so much as to lick the head of the dick, while she completed her painting.

The tension became near-unbearable. Zalah could easily see the effect this was having on Gerarde, who was clenching and unclenching his hands. His heavy, apple-sized cockend was propped against the blonde slut’s chin and he was really being driven wild with desire. After several more minutes, even after Zalah had behaved totally obediently, and not so much as attempted to swipe the glossy cockhead with her tongue.

All it took was for Zalah to wink at him. Gerarde let out a strangulated cry and released his load. The first shot jetted out of his cockend and splattered against the ceiling. The second was just as forceful and rocketed straight over Zalah’s head and plastered against a nearby window. The third one also fired wildly over the kneeling blonde and shot several feet behind her.

‘What are you, blind?’ said Zalah. ‘Can’t you hit anything?’

‘His historical character is meant to be,’ said Perrima.

Gerarde took the spent dick in his hand and slapped the cream-covered length once more in Zalah's face. It stuck to her forehead and oozed down slowly, before sliding over her right eye, the tip of her nose, and finally her chin, where it dropped off and dangled down. Zalah took it in her gloved hand and slapped it downwards between Gerarde’s legs, where in sprang up and down between them, bouncing a few times.

Gerarde left.

‘Well, that was worth waiting for,’ said Perrima, before calling out, ‘next!’