Assasin's Birth
#1 of Assasin's Life
This is my first story so please bare with me and give me some advice :D
The birth of an assassin can be a very complicated thing. Some are just literally born with the talent and the hatred to kill. Others gain it through ageing and fin that it is truly their calling. Then there are the ones like myself that have a stressor point, one moment that just makes them snap and turn into a sociopath. Not all assassins are evil; in fact most just do what they do to live. They aren't good at anything other than killing so they kill to survive. But not all assassins are full of good intentions, there are the truly evil ones that enjoy the kill, we enjoy watching their faces go white with terror within thief last seconds of life on this plain. We simply do not care for the money for the kill is the reward within itself. We, the horrid scum of the assassins.
Now I must first start off by explaining the way of the assassin. We are signed to an agency and they give us our missions. We are by no means thieves, not just because we don't steal but mostly because we have no code of honor. We kill each other and are quite often given orders to kill other assassins. It is our way. We are meant to not grow feelings for others. That is why it takes either true desperateness or pure insanity to become an assassin. We kill our target and we get paid. That is what our life consists of.
Now you may be wondering what would cause an agency to want their own assassins assassinated. There are many reasons that they may desire this. The assassin may have simply become too unruly and dangerous to have connections with so they just wipe him out. One could also just not answer his/her agency when they call upon them. But the number one crime among assassins is refusing a job. This shows that you have compassion and you become a threat to them. This is a mistake that many assassins have made. It is a fool's mistake. It was my mistake......
Where did my stressor come to cause me to pursue the path of an assassin? I suppose it could have been in my blood all along. My father was a demon, a ranking hellion from the armies of hell whom was marked a deserter. My mother was a military sergeant, a beautiful black canine of unknown breed. They got together and had me. Well most would think that mine being a demon would automatically mark me for being an assassin. But no, that is not what marked me.
My parents where always both hard-asses by nature. A drill sergeant and a hellion or parents doesn't make for good discipline. So I was beaten. Almost every day I was beaten for one stupid reason or another. We never celebrated my birthday or any holidays. I hated my parents so much but I put up with them. On the inside I knew that my hatred was wrong. A child is supposed to respect and love its parents. So I dealt with them and refused to retaliate.
Now as you may have guessed, the only happy time of my childhood was whilst I was at school. I may have been an outcast with no friends but I could learn and have a peaceful time with not violence. I was at the top of all of my classes and was even in upper level problem solving classes. You see, in our schools we didn't learn unnecessary things such as the classes humans took. We learned everything that would help us survive that most of the humans would find unnecessary to take a class for like Fighting classes and problem solving classes and many others. The one thing the humans did do right was their history class. It was very important to know their past so they could learn from others mistakes.
As I said before I was a loner and was never one to have or even make friends. But I did occasionally look lustfully at some of the females in my classes. I was a teenage male after all, and my urges where starting to kick in. But the one female I had my eye on most off all was Sara. She was a beautiful Siberian husky with long flowing white hair. She was also, I must say, very well endowed holding at least a D-cup at the age of 17. I myself was 17 and we had many classes together. She was the only one that would even talk to me and loved her for it. One day I actually got up the guts to ask her out to a picnic out on my favorite hill (I spent as much time as I could away from home so I made up excuses dealing with school so I could go out and explore and I found many beautifully secluded spots.).
On our date we met up at 6 pm on the nose. Of course I went out an hour early to get ready and wait for her. I gave her perfect directions but at 6:01 I began to panic thinking she had stood me up and I didn't know what I was going to do. But then at 6:02 I saw her come strolling up the hill. I waved at her energetically and welcomed her as she came to the peak. "Hello there Sara, so what do you think of this little spot I picked out."
I nearly passed out as I saw her look around and her eyes filled with joy a she said, "O my Ban it's lovely." Bankaku Lightbane. The name my parents gave me. I hated it so but when she said I instantly loved the name.
"Heh well wait till you see what I cooked up for our little pick nick here." I had brought strawberries, because I knew they where her favorite. I also brought various sandwiches and drinks.
As you may have guessed we ate ad watched the sun set and other ritualistic things that one does on a picnic date. But it was after the sun set that something truly interesting happened. Sara leaned in and planted a kiss dead on my lips. I froze and was dumb struck as I kissed her back. Instinctively my tongue entered her mouth and felt around the deep crevices of her mouth. My tongue met hers and thy danced around, in and out of each others mouths they went. The seconds that this took place seemed to take hours. I felt her hand feeling for my pants to release my length which had already been hardened in anticipation. Damn hormones actually did something in my favor for once. She finally found the zipper and savagely pulled it down almost ripping it clean off. I slid m pants the rest of the way off, my throbbing 8 inch girth now awaiting treatment. She broke the kiss and looked down smiling up to me and murring " Mmmm, Ban I had no idea."
I let off a soft nervous chuckle, " Eh well I guess my father is good for something eh?" She giggled as she wrapped he soft fingers around my cock and gently stroked it. I murred loudly as I could not control my passion. This felt so good. She then continued to lick m tip gently and take my full length into her mouth. As she did this y hands immediately moved to her head as she continued to suckle and bob her head on my cock. My hips humping upward into her as I shot off my first ever orgasm. It was like no pleasure I had ever felt. She guzzled down my hot cum as if she had done this thousands of times.
She looked up to me, those cute hazel eyes starring up at me and the remnants of my cum dripping from her lips. She pouted as he whined, "Aww done already?"
What did she expect from me? I was so inexperienced back then and she was so talented. Not wanting to disappoint, I picked her up by her shoulders, my strength coming from my demonic blood coming in handy, and I gently held her over my shaft. Her pussy was already dripping and it was convenient that she was wearing a skirt and no panties. It was as if she planned it all. I didn't complain though. I pushed her all the way down my cock and leaned back on my elbows grinning and raising a brow," Hmmm, so show old Ban what you've got eh?"
She giggled and goes to work riding me hard. My eyes glancing at her beautiful bouncing breasts. I just had to cop a feel. My hands moved to them and squeezed them. I got a very approving moan from her as she increased her speed up and down my cock. Her wonderful breasts bouncing in my hands and her tight pussy clenching around my shaft as she whined and moaned. I could feel my second orgasm coming but I would hold out for her. Being the gentlemen I am I never wanted to disappoint a lady. After several minutes of her onslaught I took over and humped viciously into her. My instincts taking over. As her back arched I knew I no longer had to hold on. I released my cum into her right as she too had an earth shattering orgasm. Our fluids mixed and dripped onto my pelvis. We both panted and fell asleep right there.
In the mourning I awoke alone. She obviously had places to go. When I got home I was beaten and questioned as to where I had gone. I didn't care. It was worth the beating. I made up an excuse saying I had to camp outside for survival class and they stopped but where still suspicious. As I went to school the ext day I didn't see Sara in any of my classes. I was worried so I stopped by her house to check on her. Her parents told me she was in the park. So I left to the park but couldn't find her. Apparently her parents hadn't known about her missing from school so I investigated the park some more. I ventured to the back secluded area were no one ever went. What I saw scarred y for life. I saw her bent over on all fours and the Rotwieler from out class had mounted her doggy style. I starred for a moment unnoticed and then ran home, tears streaming down my face. I should have known she didn't really like me. She just wanted a free fuck.
I arrived home and ran to my room and packed some food. After my nightly beating from my parents I ran away through my window. I didn't leave a note figuring they wouldn't care. I hated them anyways so I hoped they did feel sorrow. I ventured deep into the city to try and start a new life but the thoughts of Sara's actions and his hatred towards his parents haunted him so. Yes I say him because that was the time right before he transited into what is now me. Bankaku the wanted assassin. Has a ring to it doesn't it? But the teenager was plagued by his hate. It was time for him to finally retaliate........
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To be continued :P more of the story to come in the next chapter.