Prologue *Untitled*
Nicarga sauntered into the drug lords estate. Her hips swaying side-to-side with her tail in a teasing manner. She couldn't but giggle as she saw the guards posted around the large mansion, stop and do double takes as she walked by. This was exactly what she wanted. With her very short pink skirt that left nothing to the imagination and her tight t-shirt letting everyone know that she wasn't wearing a bra, the she-wolf used her body as weapon against the males, making them think with their hormones rather than their brains.
She walked past the checkpoint, the guard barely taking a glance at the ID since his eyes were glued to her chest, and into the drug lords room. It was huge. It could've house several dozen semi-trucks with their trailers and still have enough room for a couple of hummers. A small hot tub lay on one side of the room, the water boiling as the air jets underneath the surface stirred up the water. Spread through the room was an odd assortment of items: weight sets, a small theatre, and a garage door and a nice red sport car sitting next to it. But what captured Nicarga's attention the most was in the center of the room.
Laying on the bed, handcuffed just like the she-wolf requested over the phone when he called, was the drug lord, Richard Vygin. The human was completely naked laying on the bed, spread eagle with his hands and feet cuffed to the four corners of the bed. Laying on a table next to the bed was a wide variety of toys for the she-wolf to use in this man's bondage fantasy.
"Hello, Richard," Nicarga said sensually as she sat down on the bed next to him.
"Hello, love," he replied. "I hope you enjoyed the items I picked out for this evening."
Nicarga let out a small laughand picked up a ball gag. "Oh, they are just perfect. Open wide." She slipped the strap of the ball gag over his head and popped the ball into his mouth and tightened the strap to ensure it wouldn't come out.
The she-wolf slipped off the bed and slowly took off her shirt. She watched with some amusement as the human male's eyes widened when they fell upon her modest sized breasts. With equal slowness, she slid the skirt off her hips, carefully palming a little plastic syringe. Nicarga climbed on the bed, and straddled Richard's hips. She eyes his hard member with amusement. It seemed this man was really compensating for something with the big guy act as a drug lord.
Careful to keep her hands from view of the camera, Nicarga slid the plastic casing off the needle of the syringe. The human's eyes opened wide with panic as he eyes the red fluid floating inside the tube, but with his hands and feet tied down and the ball gag stuffed in his mouth, he could make any sound to alert the guards.
With calm hands, the she-wolf stuck the needle into the mans legs and inject nearly two hundred miligrams of the Red Seed drug, enough to send him into cardiac arrest in five minutes. Nicarga smiled wicked at the man beneath her and leaned forward against his chest, licking him sensually on the chin. She lay her muzzle next to his ear and whispered, "Your son wanted you to know that it's only business, nothing personal."
Nicarga held onto the man tightly as the seizures started to kick in. She cried out in fake moans of pleasure as the man spasmed uncontrollabley. To any vouyeristic guards in the monitoring room, it would only look like really great sex to them. Slowly the spasms began to die down as the man's heart began to slow. The man's eyes glassed over as he sucked in his final breath and went limp.
Carefully she sat up and removed the handcuffs from his arms and legs, using the chance to check his pulse. Nothing. He was really dead. With that, Nicarga got dressed and walked out of the room. "I think he should sleep soundly tonite," she said to the guard, walking past. Without speeding up or showing any nervousness, she left the estate. Known of the guards were any the wiser that their boss was dead till the next morning.
*To be continued? Maybe.*