Under The Influence

Kate was sure she could have stayed in that shower, holding Kestreel close and kissing him passionately, for the rest of her life. Despite the fact that he was her master, he seemed to truly care for her. Kate loved that... loved the way that he treated her. They could go from having rough sex to tenderly loving in a matter of hours, and Kate wasn't sure which one she enjoyed more.

She couldn't help but flush in embarassment when he explained she needed a toothbrush but she smiled softly when she realized he was actually smiling. It's a miracle! she thought. She never thought she'd see the day that Kestreel smiled, and was glad that seemed to be breaking down that wall between them. She kissed him eagerly on those lips, not caring if her breath smelled bad.

The young woman playfully began to grind up aginst his thigh, "later."
 
Kestreel would have hated tasting his own man juices before. hell, he would have even killed who dared to even suggested that to him. But... Tasting it from Kate mouth... It was a completely different thing. Her saliva was a little bit salty, and her tongue sticky. And since he was not going to clean her mouth with soap... Maybe he would clean it with saliva then.

Keeping his mouth cleaning hot and wet, he began to feel the warm crotch of his slave against his thigh. Any other time he would have turned her around and began to pound his hard cock into her pussy, but after hours and hours of rough love making, and a morning blow, his cock was really sore and tired. "Babe, you already milked me enough." Said him looking at her. Guess not giving her his cock was his way to 'punish' her for making him taste his own cum.
 
Kate smiled slightly and told him, "why do you think I'm grinding up against you, then?" She knew better than to push him too far and knew that, like her body, he got painfully sensitive after he came. So Kate definitely wasn't about to ask for more from him. Still, she was hot and needy from sucking him off, and the wet slipperiness of their bodies didn't help, either. Sure, he might have gotten his release but she was still horny as well.

She continued to press her wetness against his thigh, grinding her narrow hips against him and moaning out softly. She shifted a little by so that her clit was exposed and rubbing against his hairy leg. The mixture of the warm water and the roughness of his skin made the pleasure mount, almost unimaginable. Kate cried out softly and gripped onto his shoulder, closing her eyes and grinding a little harder. Her wet lips rubbed against his thigh and she whimpered over and over, trying to stimualte her clit a little better and bring on her release.
 
Her moans, her breaths, her warmth... That didn't helped at all. Kestreel held her as he kept kissing her. He was not going to give her a cock dose, that was stated. But since she was so fond of his thigh... May help her with it then.

Kestreel grabbed her and even lifted her, making all the grinding more rough and fast. His little dirty slave... How she liked it rough still amazed Kestreel, but that was something he didn't took long to get used to. Being able to pound her a s hard as he wanted, able to give it to her on the ass or on the mouth, she didn't seemed to care. All she wanted was to please her master, and Kestreel was starting to realize that.

But now his little girl required to get that climax off, and since she had beginning with his leg, might as well finish her with it. Helping her with her grind, Kestreel stopped kissing her to take his lips to her earlobe, and after gently biting it for a couple of seconds, he breathed some really soft words into her ear. "Cum for me, slave."
 
Kate wanted nothing more than to do that. The pleasure was beginning to mount and she cried out softly, tipping her head back and allowing him to ravage her earlobe. His hands were strong on her ass, pressing her harder against his body and forcing her to move more roughly. Of course, kate was not about to complain. He moved her a way that she could never move herself, but it made her feel so much more pleasure. Her toes soon began to tingle and she removed one hand from his neck, slowly beginning to rub circles around her clit. It wasn't long before she needed to cum though, and her movements got a little more frantic. Kate bit into her shoulder as she began to shutter, her climax nearing, some spilling over. It wasn't a secret that she came very easily, not that either of them were going to complain.

"Oh, fuck yes, Kest... Kestreel..." she cried as she frantically worked her clit and ground hereslf against his thigh. The friction was nearly too much to bear and soon she was climaxing, crying out his name and continuing to move her body against him. She bit into his flesh, screaming out and enjoying it as her cum began to seep down his leg.
 
Kestreel held Kate in his thigh, holding her with his strong arms so her little feet wasn't even touching the floor. Feeling how her fluids spilled all over his leg, Kestreel slowly let his grip on his slave go, putting her feet on the shower again. Letting the water slowly clean the juices of his dirty girl, he looked at her, still with his strong hands in her ass-cheeks.

In another time and another place, Kestreel would have stood there, with Kate, under the warm water for all day long, just looking at her. But right now, in this universe, that wasn't possible. So, after a few minutes more of breath regain, Kestreel turned the water off and walked out of the shower with her. Getting dry, Kestreel couldn't avoid to think about this whole situation again. And it was always the same; Go for a job, pick her up, help her, make a deal, fuck her. Still, it feel nice how the universe had rewarded him, so to speak, with a pretty and eager girl like Kate.

"Come on, let's go get dressed." Said Kestreel patting Kate in the butt with a gentle, but audible slap.
 
Kate was quick to slip on her panties, as well as a new pair of her pants and a hot pink t-shirt that showed her slowly filling out shape well. She ventured into the kitchen after that, knowing that her master was probably getting hungry by now. They needed to go and get some groceries, the man ate like a horse especially after they had sex, but what was in the fridge would do for now. Kate got out two pans and put some bacon in one, as well as some hashbrowns in another.
She wasn't sure what Kestreel was doing but wondered if maybe he had a job to do today. She wondered how he felt about preparing to go and take someone's life, who probably had a family, even a wife or children. Then kate remembered that she still had a question for today... or, if she wanted to tick him off again, a few. Now that they were getting closer, she wanted to know more about the real Kestreel; perhaps when he had come to America, or what war he had battled in. Even something as simple as his age was unknown to her.

Soon breakfast was served and Kate loaded up their plates, bringing Kestreel his as well as a tall glass of orange juice. Then she retreated back into the kitchen to scarf down her own food, as per master's request, as she cleaned up the kitchen.
 
Kestreel dressed as usual, hard pants, a white buttoned shirt and over it a gray suit jacket, covering the usual chest holster and gun he always had close. Once he returned to the living room, he was glad to see that Kate had already made breakfast and was already served for him to eat it. Once he was done he leaned on the chair and observed, pleased, how Kate worked without the need of too many commands. She was learning how he liked things and that made Kestreel feel good.

Then his phone rang, something not usual lately. The crisis seemed to affect to the mobster too, and to be honest, even if he had a neat income, it wasn't as much as the past few years. Those were a couple of really good years.... "Yes?" Replied Kestreel. As he heard what the man on the other side said, Kestreel took note in a little bit of paper next to the phone.

The other man wasn't ordering a murder, this wasn't like ordering a pizza. This just didn't worked like this. Some one called, claimed to be calling from a online dating service, then, in the meeting point he was given the real details and then was were the job began. Finally hanging up the phone, Kestreel looked at Kate, and for a second hesitated if it was a good idea working today.

But yet again, this wasn't a pizzeria. "I must leave. I'll be back tonight." Saying that he grabbed his trenchcoat and walked to the main door.
 
Kate couldn't help but feel a little disappointed as Kestreel shut the door behind him, leaving half of his breakfast on the table. She spooned into the trash and figured that she was foolish for feeling this way. After all, Kestreel was her master, not her boyfriend. So why did she feel so upset when he left with little more than a word?
Kate scrubbed at the paint furiously before placing it in the rack to dry. She then proceeded to keep the apartment from top to bottom, scrubbing down the bathroom and stripping the sheets from the bed. She found new ones in the hall closet and put the dirty ones into a basket to bring downstairs later.
As she moved about, Kate couldn't help but snoop a bit. Unfortunately, Kestreel's was just as inexpressive as the man himself. No photos in the drawers, no little tokens or memories. It was almost as though the man didn't exist in this place. She even looked at the back of his underwear drawer, and was horrified to find a gun, but nothing else. Apparently he liked keeping secrets, even from himself. Surely he had parents, maybe even some siblings. Everyone had a family.

After a few hours of scrubbing down the place, Kate sighed to herself. It was only noon, and she knew that Kestreel wouldn't be home for quite awhile. She sighed a bit, angry that she was so dependent on him. When she was with Mark, he left her alone for days at a time, and she had no problem with that. So why was she so attached to Kestreel?

Eventually, feeling a little stir crazy, Kate changed into some better pants and donned one of Kestreel's large jackets. There was a small jar of money sitting on the counter, and she took a twenty from it. Then she ventured out into the real world, hoping she'd find something to relieve the emptiness she felt.

Her first stop was the movie store, which was just a few blocks down. She knew the area well since Mark's apartment was nearby. She remembered seeing that Kestreel had an old VHS player and she picked up a few random action films. Maybe she'd watch one when she got back. Kate also ventured into the nearby drugstore where she threw a tube of mascara, a toothbrush, some shampoo in a pink bottle, and a box of condoms into her basket. She wanted to feel more like a woman again, and doubted that Kestreel would object.
 
The job wasn't a hard one. The usual, 'that guy owe me big money, kill him to teach the rest a lesson' kind of job. But even if Kestreel never let his guard down, it looked like that night a pretty big show of 'fireworks' was waiting for him at the club were his objective was.

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Kestreel managed to put the keys on the lock and open the door to his apartment. Dropping his shogun completely unloaded on the ground, Kestreel kicked the door closed and stubled to the main table on the living room. It was really dark and late, that plus the poor balance and blurry vision caused by the pain made him fall to the ground and had to struggle real hard to get up again.

Blood coming from his mouth was spilling on the floor, and the gunshot wound in his left arm was bleeding profusely. Some would say it was a miracle he had made it out of that techno club alive. Even more, killing everyone in the process. "Mpfh.... Kate..." Muttered him, trying to stay in his feet. "Kate!" Yelled him again, feeling a huge pain in his chest. It happened that he wasn't the only one with 12 gauge shoguns in that place. And the blood dripping from his chest proved that. Well, he wasn't dead so the chest wound had to be superficial... The blood in his mouth said otherwise tho.

"Fuck... KATE!!!" Screamed him again, finally managing to get rid of his bloody trenchoat, again, almost falling to the floor in the process.
 
Kate had been half asleep on the bed when she heard Kestreel yell out her name. She immediately jumped from the bed, throwing one of his old t-shirts over her exposed breasts and rushing into the next room. She was horrified to find that blood had coated the one clean floors, and Kestreel was gripping onto the edge of the sofa, his face a ghostly white shade. He was bleeding from multiple places, including out of his mouth. Kate was quick to his side and helped him to sit on the couch.

"Oh-oh... oh god, Kestreel. What... what happened?" she whimpered, grabbing a couple of tissues from the box by the couch and wiping the blood from his mouth. He only coughed up more though.
Of course, Kate could imagine what had happened. He had gone for a job and clearly wasn't the only one that was out for blood that night. Now that they were closer, Kate could see that he had a bullet wound on his pectoral muscle on the right, and also a heavily bleeding one on his arm. Kate immediately took a nearby blanket and wripped a shred of it off, wrapping it around his arm. She also quickly abandoned him for a moment, rushing to the bathroom and grabbing some of the strongest painkillers he had. She made him take three, and then she grabbed a cold cloth and a bucket for him to spit up in.

Kate's eyes were frantic, it was clear she had no idea what to do. "Kest... Kestreel... we have to go to the hospital... or... or call 911. You... you're bleeding too much."
 
"No... No hospital." Muttered him. That was a dumb idea of course: yeah, look, I'm an assassin for hire and I've been shoot, can you help me and not call the police? Yeah, fun, but not a good idea. Kestreel tried to reach his pockets, but weakly but the blood loss and the painkillers he only managed to take out his phone. Almost about to faint, he closed his eyes and leaned back. "My p... phone..." Muttered him, not really sure if fighting further was of any use now. "S... S..." Spit it out old man! "S... Sasha.... Call... Sasha." Muttered him, barely alive.

In order not to leave this planet yet, Kestreel lowered his breath and hearth rate at his will, making them so slow it almost looked like if he had gone to the other neighborhood already. Benefits of having served in the combat diving division in one of the coldest counties in the world.
 
Kate began to sob, putting Kestreel's head in her lap as he began to close his eyes, clearly fading. She looked at him and then the phone, and then back again. She didn't know who "Sasha" was and contemplated calling the ambulance. How would they know that Kestreel was a paid hitman? There was no way... it wasn't like he was still at the scene of a crime.
But could she risk it? Kate knew she'd be in big trouble if Kestreel's identity was discovered. She had to make the split second decision and as she pressed the cold cloth against Kestreel's forehead and dabbing at the blood he was continuing to spit up.

She found the name Sasha in the phone and quickly dialed the number it. Her hand was shaking as she pressed the phone to her ear, listening to it ring. A moment later, someone answered. Kate began to sob, "please... please... you h-have to help me. Kestreel... he told me to call you. He's hurt... really hurt. I need to call the ambulance, or he's going to die. He... he's been shot."
 
Hey, hey. Calm down, honey. Nobody is going to call an ambulance, alright?" Said a female voice over the phone. I sounded young, like ridiculously young for Kestreel to have it in his phone. "Are you with him? At his place?" Asked the almost childish voice. Once Sasha had the information she had asked she asked Kate to keep calm and to open her once she was there.

It took Sasha about 15 minutes to get to Kestreel apartment, and once there, Kate could finally see who Sasha was. A barely 20 year old woman with brown hair all collected in a ponytail. Her chest and figure had barely any curve, of course, that could be because of the clothes she was wearing where rather wide. In her hand, Sasha had a briefcase and a plastic garbage bag.

"Kate, right? I need you to get me some water." Ordered Sasha as she walked to where Kestreel was and looked at him through her thick plastic frame glasses. She stared at Kestreel for a couple of seconds and then began to mumble a song. "All that you touch, and all that you see..." Then she opened the briefcase and took a couple of plastic gloves. "And all that you taste, all you feel...." She checked his pulse and opened the garbage bag. "All that you love, and all that you hate..." From inside the bag she took a couple of bags with blood and a A+ written on it.

"The water honey." Demanded Sasha stopping singing for a second. "All you distrust, and all that you have..." Sasha kept singing as she cut Kestreel clothes, finally able to take a look at the wounds. "And all that you give, and all that you deal..." Her voice was soft and low as she began to cut Kestreel skin firmly with an scalpel, washing the wound every now and then. "And all that you buy, beg, borrow or steal..." In almost no time, that young woman began to take pieces of metal out of Kestreel body as the blood she brought pumped into his veins.

"All you create, and all you destroy..." Sewing his chest wound like if she had done it a million times before, she began to take care of the wound in his arm. "And all that you do, and all that you say, and all that you eat.... And everyone you meet..." Sasha kept cutting cheerfully, knelt besides Kestreel, taking pieces of metal out of his body like if it represented nothing to her. "All that you slight... And everyone you fight." Again, like in a blink of an eye, Kestreel arm wound was dealt with and Sasha was happily stitching it up. "And all that is now, and all that is gone, and all that's to come...." Sasha checked his pulse again and then proceed to cover his wounds with bands.

"And everything under the sun is in tune.... but the sun is eclipsed by the mooooooooooooooooonnnnnn." Unplugging from his veins the empty bag of blood, she got up and looked at Kestreel, passed out over the sofa, but alive. In matter of ten minutes or so, a 20 year old girl had performed surgery to Kestreel on a sofa in a apartment downtown. People is amazing. "Come on, girl. Help me clean this mess up."
 
Kate stood, absolutely frozen and slightly horrified by what the girl was doing. She looked young, and for a moment, Kate half expected her to butcher the guy into tiny pieces. However, her hands were careful, as though she was a well practiced surgeon that had performed the surgery a million times before. Kate was still stunned, and her hands and back grew clammy as she watched her carefully stitch up the wounds. His breathing was still shallow and his face was a ghostly white, but the bullets, now sitting on the table like a decoration, had been removed.

Silently, Kate did as the girl had instructed. She wanted to ask the woman, Sasha apparently, so many questions, but none ever came out. Kate wondered if she was underestimating her age; the young woman looked no older than Kate herself, perhaps even younger by a few years. She had seemed too nonchalant about it, acting like she had done this a million times before.

They put the soiled towels and sheets into the garbage bag, and Kate rushed into the bedroom to grab Kestreel some pillows and a heavy blanket. She covered him, wanting nothing more than to see his brown eyes staring up at him, and that silly little smirk that he had starting doing.

Sasha was somewhere nearby and Kate sunk to the couch that Kestreel wasn't laid out on, putting her head in her hands, "thank... thank you, s-so much. I... I don't... don't understand what just happened, but I am so thankful." She looked up, hot tears in her eyes, "I don't know what I... I would do if I lost him, too."
 
Sasha chuckled. "Ya, What would we do with one less angry Russian, right?" Said her jokingly, chewing gum rather noisily. "Anyway, I'm going to stay around for the night. Wait for the big guy to wake up an pay me." Said hes as she leaned a little bit more on the couch and took a deep breath. "So, are you his bitch?" Asked Sasha all of sudden. "Sorry, lady, but you sure don't look like him, so I'm guessing you are not his sister, and you are not old enough to be his mother neither." Then she chuckled again. "Neither are you a boy, so the rest pretty much is discarded." Said Sasha looking at Kate.

"You know? I healed... Bah too many to count, but from all of them, I never saw Kestreel with a 'pussy' around. Hell, I even thought he was gay!" Exclaimed her almost laughing. "You must really give him something the rest of us can't... What is it? Eh?" But Sasha was only trying to have some fun. "Just Kidding, girl, just kidding."
 
Kate couldn't tell if the woman was really kidding or not so she decided not to answer the question. She doubted that Kestreel didn't want it spread around either that he had a girl living with him, tending to his every whim and need. So instead Kate began to tend to the big Russian man around, blotting the blood from his face and making sure he had a bucket if he began to gurgle in his own blood.

Eventually she went into the kitchen to make some soup. Her stomach growled in protest, too distraught to take anything down. But if Kestreel was going to get through this, and any possible infections he might get, he wasn't going to have get something down his throat. Kate even offered Sasha someone, who just shook her head and continued to watch the television, some gossip news channel that talked more about the local celebrities than war or money.

As she began to spoon some broth into Kestreel's mouth, Kate mustered up some courage to ask, "how the hell did you learn to do that? I mean, not every person can just walk in here with some random bag of blood and start removing bullets. Though I have to admit, I was considering taking out a knife and trying to dig them on my own. But I never would have been that graceful." She was a young girl, too, with probably not enough years on her life for proper training.
 
"Medicine faculty, girl." Said Sasha without taking his sight off the TV. "Some of us actually want to put knowledge in our heads instead of cock in our mouths." Said her without hesitation or care. "Once you have feed the Russian give him this." Sasha put her hand into her bag and after searching a couple of seconds she took the usual orange container with pills in it. "Gave him a couple of those every time he eats. And make sure his stomach is full. Otherwise you may end up puncturing a hole in his stomach." Said Sasha gently tossing to Kate the container.

Sasha was the kind of girl who could outsmart anybody and anything, and she knew that. She knew she was like a living wikipedia, and she took advantage of that, behaving like a complete bitch. But nobody seemed to care, and whoever who dared to face her or even hit her, usually found a couple of black guys in drugs a couple of hours ago, ready to beat him and probably, rape him to death.

And that was because Sasha had earned a pretty big name among the mobsters in just a couple of years, and all because of her skills healing people. "Kate, right? Kate, do you mind if I smoke in here?"
 
Fuck Kestreel, you had to have this girl in your phone? How come he just didn't let her bring him to the hospital where they could lie their way into insurance or just use some of that money he always had stashed in his pocket. The girl acted like she was all high and mighty, and though Kate wasn't about to call her out, she frowned a bit.

She had done nothing to the brunette and yet she was insulting her heavily. Calling her Kestreel's bitch and claiming that she only ever had cock in her mouth. And maybe it was true, but Kate hated people that seemed to jump to conclusions.

Kate shook her head when the woman asked to smoke, "no. It's not good for Kestreel, and I know he hates it when people smoke around him. He'll have my ass if I let you, so you might as well go outside and do it." Any excuse to get the girl out of the house. As far as Kate was concerned she could take care of Kestreel from now on. The bullets had been removed and he seemed to be getting a little more colour back. She had the pain killers and if he got an infections she'd see if she could get some antibiotics somewhere. He was a strong guy though, and Kate had faith that he would pull through. The young woman sat on the edge of the couch beside his torso and folded her hands in her lap, "look, it's probably best that you go. I've got him under control and I thank you greatly for what you did for him. But he'll be okay... I've had my fair share of shot boyfriends, one more wouldn't hurt."
 
Sasha chuckled, putting the cigarette back into its case an into her pocket. "Sorry, girl. I'm not staying here because of you, but because I want to retrieve my money." Said her. "It's not cheap to get blood, and neither are my services." Explained her. "But don't worry. I worked for Kestreel before. I know he has more than enough to pay me." Said Sasha with a smile, already seeing a new necklace in her chest, or maybe even a new car if the guys downtown gave her a good price.

"Anyway... I'm going to take a nap.... Let me know when he wakes up, so I can leave this... Place." Sad her in a disgusting tone and then closed her eyes.
 
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