This is a role play scenario I enjoyed with one of my regulars recently…
My hitman Addy reported to me at 2pm and delivered news which was devastating and sent me into a furious rage. He had been appointed to take out a target from a rival group and had failed the mission. He arrived in a panic and without his shoes and his pathetic demeanour and anxious manner served only to infuriate me further!
I had to consider the fact that it was possibly that Addy had double crossed me and had formed an alliance with the opposition – a gang of criminal Russian spies that had been trying to infiltrate my servers and steal invaluable information.
The only way to get to the truth was to beat it out of the useless little twonk! I pushed him over and grabbed him in a scissor lock around the neck, holding him tight with my PVC thigh high boots. I let him struggle, pinned between my legs until he was exhausted and then choked him. Whilst he lie on the floor drifting in and out of consciousness I took a pair of scissors, threatened him and clipped off part of his beard. I ran the scissors across his cheek mockingly and down towards his crotch. With tears in his eyes he begged for mercy. Angered by this weak and pitiful specimen I sliced through his clothing with the scissors and dragged him into the bathroom where I had a tub of ice cold water waiting.
Grabbing him by the hair I plunged his head into the freezing water and held him down. His arms flailed and he struggled so I forced my knee into his back to hold him down. When I pulled him up he was gasping for breath, but when prompted he still insisted his innocence. I plunged him back into the water about ten times and foolishly he told me to fuck off. This was an unwise move and I slapped him in the face and grabbed his balls, squeezing them in a vice like grip till he cried his apologies.
A different tactic was needed. I dragged him into the office and tied his hands behind his back and blindfolded him. This time I used a softer tone….”Perhaps it was my special agent that tipped them off?” I proffered.
“Yes, yes!” he cried in relief “It must be him!”
“Interesting.” I said. “Hasn’t Special Agent H been good to you? Didn’t he get you your job?”
“Well yes, yes, but…”
“And didn’t he save your back last time?” I queried.
“Yes but but….” he was lost for words.
“So, it seems to me that you are quick to betray anyone, even your allies if it suits you?” I suggested.
He suddenly realised his error and stumbled for words shaking in a panic.
I played a game of truth or dare with this worthless cockroach. Every time I felt he hadn’t told me the truth I dared myself to give him a punishment. This varied from whacking his balls with a crop, crushing them in my hands, hitting him with a dressage crop, smothering him and even spitting chewed up food into his mouth.
Eventually I received a message from my team which assured me that Addy had not betrayed me. However he had still let me down and missed the target, so I ensured he had a punishment he wouldn’t forget. I brought him to the edge of orgasm with my feet, then just as he felt he was going to come I stopped and hit him in the balls with a heavy leather paddle. He roared and curled into the foetal position which I found absolutely hilarious.
I then threw him out and told him not to let me down again. I hoped Addy would not fail me again.
Till next time.
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