This story is extremely brutal and contains graphic sexual acts. This story must not be made accessible to minors!

Prolog Part four:

The titular heroine is a young Albanian woman who was brutally raped by her stepfather on her fourteenth birthday. Her father—a member of an Albanian criminal clan—wanted to mold her into a woman. Let us call the girl Altea; it was Altea who stabbed her stepfather to death while he was raping her. Under normal circumstances, the clan would have killed her for this. However, the clan leader recognized something special in the young girl and had her trained over the following years to become his personal "angel of death"—answerable only to him. The young girl soaked up every scrap of information like a dry sponge absorbing water, always hungry to learn more. Whether it was foreign languages, IT skills, the art of lovemaking or other things -she learned, learned, and learned.

Chapter 5 – The Good Samaritan

Strictly speaking, their victims were men whose activities had directly harmed the "Clan." Michael was a different case. He had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and had seen something he shouldn't have. He likely didn't realize what he had witnessed—it was doubtful he would even remember it—and even if he did, he wouldn't be able to link it to the "Clan." But his death was a foregone conclusion. In the other killings, the aim had been to publicize the deaths of the unfortunate male victims as a deterrent. In Michael's case, that approach wasn't necessary—he simply had to die.

Michael was looking over the clothes at the charity drive. There wasn't much there today, but it was better than nothing. He worked outside Hamburg, sorting the clothing at the far end of a wholesale market's parking lot. That was when he saw a beautiful woman—breathtaking. Long black hair and a perfect smile. She was wearing expensive clothes.

"Is this the charity drive for the homeless and the needy?" she asked. She smelled lovely—like jasmine and lavender. He nodded. She walked back to a high-end luxury car and returned with several bags. "Wow, that’s a lot, " he said. "That’s just the beginning, " she replied, bringing over more bags. There was enough to fill the trunk and the back seat of his small car. She held out her hand.

"Hello, I’m Tanya." They were both speaking German. She told him she had inherited a lot of money and didn't need all those clothes—after all, she had inherited them. She said she wanted to give back. They chatted for a while. "How kind of you! Do you do this often?" "As often as I can. I’m retired, so it’s nice to give something back. Life has been good to me." Michael, who was overweight, felt nervous in the presence of such a beautiful woman. She spoke with an exotic accent.

"You speak German well. Where are you from?" "A small country in the middle of nowhere. You probably wouldn't find it on a map. My family made jewelry. I have a lot of it to donate. Maybe you could sell it. Then you could—I hope you don't mind if I use the informal 'you'—put the profits into your work for the homeless."

"Honestly, I don't want to take advantage of you." She laughed and stroked his arm. Then she grabbed him. "Oh, I have no use for it myself. Feel free to take some." "Oh, never; that would be wrong." "That’s exactly why I know I can trust you. Just the fact that you said that. Come with me. I’ll show you what you could have for your fundraiser—I promise you, it’s a lot. It’s lonely up there; a little company would be nice." "Up there?" "Yes, the house in the woods. Secluded. That’s why I’m moving, " she said. "Help me say goodbye to the old place."

"I’d love to, " Michael said. He left his car in the parking lot and got into his killer’s car. The drive took just under thirty minutes. The cabin was beautiful. Tastefully furnished. He had no idea it belonged to a drug lord she had killed. Dinner was ready. After changing clothes, Rachel returned to the living room where Michael was waiting. "Come on, " she said. She was wearing a backless dress that accentuated her curves. They ate. The meal was delicious. The same recipe as the Spanish minister's. She had found it at his home.

"This is fantastic. Where did you get it?"

"From an old friend who passed away, " she said. He finished his meal. She walked over. “Tell me, Michael.” “Yeah, what is it?” he asked. “Why haven’t you laid me yet? You haven’t made a move.” He nearly choked on the wine. Wine she had fetched from the cellar of the man she had killed. “You must have known I wanted to do something. I invited you to my room.” You’re neither gay nor anything else. “I want you.” “No, I just wanted to...”

“I know you want me. When I first walked into the room in this dress, you couldn’t take your eyes off me.” “I just thought a beautiful woman like you wouldn’t do that.” “Screw the overweight thing. No, Michael... I want you.” He swallowed hard. She walked toward him. “You don’t believe it?” she said with a crooked smile. “Well, it’s hard to believe.”

“Maybe this will convince you.” She let her dress drop and revealed her naked body. She took his finger and guided it into her vagina. “Does a wet vagina lie?” she asked.

She sat down on the couch and rubbed herself against him. She let her left hand drop onto his erect penis and felt his hardness.

“...be afraid?” she asked. Michael’s eyes bulged, and his breathing grew frantic. The man, already marked for death, had no way of knowing that this blatant provocation was merely a ploy to make him let his guard down.

“Undress and follow me, ” she said. Her victim was so aroused that he nearly fell over twice while taking off his clothes. They walked up the stairs to the bedroom, which held a large king-size bed. A fire was blazing in the room’s fireplace. She kissed him and grabbed his penis.

“Come on, darling.” She pressed him against the bed and onto herself. He could smell her scent and feel her touch. She stroked his penis. “When was the last time someone really took you for a ride?” she asked. “I’ve never had a pleasure like this.” She smiled and went into the bathroom. She took a blue pill and placed it in his mouth. His penis was already hard as she stroked it. She kissed him and slid her tongue into his mouth to guide the pill in. His penis grew hard. Harder. “Gives you an extra boost.”

She slid down his body, and Michael felt her sex against his penis. Moisture dripped onto him as she bent down. She pressed his penis against his belly and stroked it. She sucked on his testicles and gargled. He groaned.

“Enjoy it; let your love goddess take care of things.” Her tongue wandered over his shaft, and she took him gently into her mouth. She gripped his hips and sucked faster. A guttural groan escaped Michael’s throat as her skillful touch intensified, pulling him deeper into a whirlpool of insatiable desire. "So, baby, " she whispered sensually, "do you like what I'm doing to you?" "Yes, yes, yes, " escaped the throat of the man undone by desire.

Her deep, throaty hum vibrated against his engorged shaft—a primal sound promising an imminent, overwhelming climax the likes of which he had only ever dreamed. She teased him slowly, loud, wet sounds accompanying the movement along his penis. Strands of saliva slicked his skin as she gave him a long, wet blowjob. He gripped her tightly. She moaned on the bed, making sounds like she was gagging. Then she pulled back, leaving a glistening thread of saliva connecting them. She stroked his shaft, smiled, and spat on it. Her breasts rubbed against him. "Such a nice, handsome man, " she teased.

She sucked the pre-cum from his penis. She stroked him quickly and took him back into her mouth. Her tongue played over him with practiced skill, teasing the sensitive tip before she fully enclosed him, drawing him into a deep, rhythmic suction that made his knees tremble. She teased him for a few more minutes as an overwhelming wave of lust swept over him like a storm. Never in his life had he felt anything so incredible.

"Come for me, " she said. His penis slid deep into her throat while her fingernails traced lines down his legs. She looked at him with deep, dark eyes. In those hypnotic depths, Michael saw a silent invitation to cast aside all inhibitions—a look that drew him deeper into her spellbinding thrall as her grip on his hips tightened. "Oh, almost..." "Come!"

"Cum in my mouth!" she demanded. A primal, involuntary roar escaped his chest as Michael rammed his cock as deep as possible into her throat. His body trembled on the brink of ecstasy, unable to resist her insatiable plea. He came deep inside her mouth, and she swallowed every drop with delight. To his astonishment, his penis remained hard. She slid over his body and took him inside her. She rode his cock up and down, moaning with pleasure. The thought of killing this man aroused her. She teased him to the limit while nearing her own climax. She was beautiful—a goddess.

"Oh, yes!" He closed his eyes. He always closed his eyes when he was on the verge of coming. She took note of that. "Yes!" She climaxed atop his penis, enveloping him. She rubbed against him, tossing her hair back in sheer ecstasy. The raw, animal scent of their mingled desire hung heavy in the air—a testament to the primal intensity that had just consumed them.

"Damn right, " he said. The sight of her sex was almost too much for him as she drew his penis deep into her wet sheath. She moaned through an intense climax. With a final, guttural cry, she arched against him, her whole body shuddering, as Michael felt the last vestiges of his control slip away and followed her into the dizzying abyss of shared ecstasy. He came inside her again. He lay there. Simply existing.

Tanya got up and walked down the stairs. Michael lay on the bed, his gaze following that dream of a body. He still couldn't believe his luck. It was real. – the moment he saw her in the parking lot, he was completely captivated by her appearance. And yes—he had instantly gotten an erection. However, he hadn't expected what was to follow. A dream—simply a dream! He pinched his own upper arm and realized—he wasn't dreaming!

"I hope you don't have any plans for the near future, Michael—because I have big plans for you, " his murderess purred. In her right hand, she held an open bottle of vodka; in her left, another blue pill. What her unsuspecting victim didn't know was that the vodka was laced with a drug that drastically heightened sensitivity and libido while simultaneously lowering inhibitions. Rachel had taken the corresponding antidote.

"To make sure your staying power doesn't flag, here’s another 'hardener, '" she said, handing him the pill. As Michael placed the pill on his tongue, she handed him the vodka bottle. Michael took a large swallow and passed the bottle back. The Angel of Death lay back down on the bed beside her victim, poured some vodka onto her stomach, and said, "And now, lick me." Had Michael been able to see his own face, he would have noticed his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets. He sat up, lowered his head, and began to lick her stomach, slurping out the contents of her navel as he worked his way toward her groin.

"Get off the bed and kneel between my thighs, " Tanya breathed, spreading her legs wide. Her victim knelt in front of the bed and began to lick her pubic hair, gently grazing her bush with his teeth. Her hands slid over his head, which had very little hair left. "This can't be real, " the doomed man thought. "This is madness." The scent of her vagina and the wetness of her groin made him hard again. His tongue slid over her labia, eliciting a lustful moan from the murderess. His tongue worked against her clitoris.

"He’s not doing too badly at all, " she thought. The longer the condemned man licked, kissed, and sucked her clitoris, the more a sense of pleasure and arousal built up inside her. You could practically feel that Michael was enjoying this "task" and rising to the occasion. And that didn't just refer to the size and hardness of his cock. Moments like these—which brought her pleasure, too—were, so to speak, the "cherry on top" of her work. Well, perhaps not quite the same intensity or feeling as when she was "slaughtering" her victims—but pretty close. Then, suddenly and without warning, the waves of an intense orgasm crashed over her, accompanied by a loud cry of pleasure. She lifted her head and saw Michael’s sweat-streaked face looking down at her.

"Do you want to fuck me in the ass?" the murderess panted. Michael stood up; his arousal was evident not only in his face but also in his erection.

"This is insane—what’s happening right now, " he thought. "Sheer insanity." It was no exaggeration to say that Michael was sexually starved. His last relationship with a woman had been over seven years ago. And the sex in that relationship had been infrequent and boring. No experimentation—just missionary position. And now, the fulfillment of his secret desires. "I’d love to penetrate your anus—but I think my belly’s in the way, and my cock isn't very big, " he said, his voice on the verge of cracking. "Just lie back on the bed—I’m going to slide your cock into my asshole. You don’t have to do a thing; I’ll set the rhythm and control the speed, " his killer whispered, stroking his face with one hand. Michael lay back, filled with eager arousal. Rachel positioned herself over his body, lowered herself slowly, and guided his member into her anus. Her victim groaned with pleasure and gripped her hips. She moved atop the old man—slowly at first, then with increasing speed—and soon realized Michael was on the verge of cumming again. His moans and gasps grew more intense; his body arched sharply before he let out a loud cry of ecstasy and released his seed inside her.

Satisfied, his killer rolled off her victim and caressed his sweat-slicked torso. It seemed the sexual activity had been too much for him; incredibly, Michael had fallen asleep. Oh well—he’d earned it, she thought. She ran the fingernails of her right hand demandingly across his belly. A soft, contented moan escaped his lips. She grasped her victim’s member—which immediately went hard again—and kissed Michael gently on the mouth.

"We should shower, " she said. He hesitated for a moment. Hearing the shower running, he slowly stepped inside. She was soaping herself up; Tanya let him in. "Come on, " she said. He stepped into the shower, and they washed each other, using one another's bodies to lather up. She positioned herself behind Michael so that he could feel her full breasts and hairy pubic area against his back—a sensation that sent his desire and arousal soaring to new heights. His killer caressed his penis and kissed the back of his neck and throat. "You're about to come." Her hand stroked his penis, applying pressure to specific points to arouse him intensely. He groaned with intense pleasure.

"I love you, " the words burst from him. His penis was on the verge of orgasm. He closed his eyes. She reached for the knife she had with her—hidden behind the shower wall. He ejaculated in a long stream. She slit his throat while he was still spurting. She stood over him as he sank to the floor in a panic. "Why?" he wheezed. He felt cold. She leaned over him and dragged him along. She kicked him in the face and straddled him. She took the knife, pressed it against the head of his penis, and squeezed. She lifted the knife and, with a swift motion, severed the head of his penis. He was bleeding. "You were in the wrong place at the wrong time."

He lay there bleeding while his killer held up the severed tip. "But this is for me, " she said. She straddled him and plunged the knife into his heart, killing him instantly.