Hangman's Apology
Copyright© 2007 by Death Dependent
Chapter 3
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 3 - A series of storys about a hitman and the work he is payed to do.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Cheating Snuff Safe Sex
I was fifteen years old when I did my first kill. It wasn't really a hit, it was the rough equivalent of shooting a staked down rabbit. I had spent the last two years working for Jimmy O'Neil he owned a book store and had his own foot in the city's organized crime scene. He did hits for the three local mobs cashing in on work that none of the groups wanted to do.
So I worked for him stocking shelves, restocking the soda machines, cleaning guns and learning how to fight, and the tactics to make killing easier and without fighting.
Jimmy had called me into work later in the evening, and looked at me gravely. "It's time kid, your gonna make your bones with me." My heart leaped out of my chest, a shock of fear and adrenaline as I realized what he meant.
Stammering a little I said. "What do I have to do?"
He reached out and handed me a length of rope and a wooden dowel. "Show me how to make the knots." My hands shook a little as I made knots in two ends of the rope open enough to slide the piece of wood through. I started to tie the third one in the middle when he stopped me. "Good kid, but your going to take your time on this." He Paused now tell me the rules.
""Do it like the client wants it done, don't ask why he wants it done, be efficient, and never ever do a job on someone who knows you." I said. Ever since Jimmy took me under his wing he had told me those rules.
"And why that last one?"
"So that way the cops can't connect you with whats going on in a background check." I replied.
"Good." He stepped aside. "Go downstairs. Take care of it then come back up."
I walked slowly then opened the door to the basement, hearing the steps creak as I walked downstairs. I heard female sobs as I walked down and saw a lady bound to a chair with duct tape. She was in her early thirties with a nice body and a pretty face. Jimmy had put a blindfold on her.
"Who is that?" She asked. "I need to get out of here." She struggled with the tape that bound her hands to the chair. She kept jerking back and forth trying to free her hands.
Mean while I slipped the wooden rod through the knots and walked up behind her. I slid the garrote over her neck. Her last words were. "Hey what..." Then I turned the wooden rod and felt it close off her windpipe. She began to struggle harder and I could see her mouth try to scream, but no air would go into or escape her lungs.