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This story features my friend Jaus' character Minerva Stryker, a herm clydesdale assassin who previously appeared in Jaus' story series Down in the Martini Glass (which also featured Alex and his henchmen in a cameo).

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Evening was slowly fading to night as Alex Fletcher rode the elevator, intended to finish the paperwork assigned to him by his father. Now that the city zoning board had its new chairman to replace the "missing" Diggory Cloverfield, the Fletchers could proceed with their plans, but that involved lots and lots of paperwork.

Alex despised paperwork. He felt it was a waste of time. But he obeyed his father, because he'd once asked him why they didn't have some underling do it, and "Big Ben" Fletcher had replied that he trusted no one else but his son to make sure everything was done correctly.

So out of duty to father and company, Alex pulled long hours in his high rise office hunched over his desk, perusing and signing various his name to various documents. He didn't enjoy it, but it had its rewards. Namely, private time with Ben. That made it all worthwhile, for he loved no one else in the world more than his father.

Or at least that's what he'd thought until about three months ago. When he'd hired a freelance assassin by the name of Minerva Stryker to take out a French boar who ran a competing company.

Alex had had misgivings about hiring a female assassin at first, but she came highly recommended. And he soon found out why. She was absolutely gigantic, as big as his father, if not slightly bigger. She was not the sort of petite, bitchy female that Alex took such pleasure in snuffing out of existence, rather she was muscular, a bodybuilder apparently, and with a charming and dare he say even attractive personality.

More than that, "she" wasn't even actually a she, at least not fully. "her" real name was Jan Michkov, formerly of Germany, who had changed his name, gender, and appearance to escape from Interpol. However the surgeries were never completed so although Minerva looked and sounded like a woman outwardly, she still had an...extra surprise that made her more than just an ordinary woman.

As Alex got off the elevator and limped his way down the hallway to his office, he heard voices coming from within his office, one male and one female.

"C'mon, let me out of this thing!" said the male one. Biff.

"All in good time," replied the female one. Minerva.

Alex smiled. Minerva had a penchant for surprising him like few women could. Alex opened the door and walked in to find Minerva standing nude and no sign of Biff.

"Ah, hello, Alex," she said in her sweet voice.

She turned and Alex felt his pants tighten ever so slightly as he saw the thing, the "surprise" that made her more than a woman, standing proudly between her muscular thighs and throbbing softly, heavy balls hanging beneath. Yes, she had a cock, a big one, too. Bigger even than his father's. Which made sense, given that she was both a horse and a very large breed at that.

Technically this meant Minerva wasn't a "she" at all, and that she was still a man. However Alex was incapable of wrapping his mind around the idea of a man with breasts who wore women's clothing and lived and acted as a woman. Jan Michkov was no more. He had completely given himself over to the opposite sex and all that remained of him was his cock. Neither Minerva nor Alex considered this to be enough to still consider her a man, and so, they mutually still classed her gender as female. Besides, Alex liked the idea of a "chick with a dick."

"Where's Biff?" Alex asked, averting his eyes from her maleness and looking up to her face.

"I'm under here!" came Biff's voice.

Alex walked around to the desk and looked under it, to find an equally naked Biff, still with his 3-D glasses on, the blonde rabbit held in a sort of contraption that bound his wrists and ankles to the sides of the desk's underside, only able to move his head. Alex blinked. Not that he didn't mind seeing his friend in such a position. But who's idea had this been.

It was Minerva's, apparently. She said, Alex, dear, you need to quit limiting your fun to just the hobby room, which I still have yet to see, by the way. I've rigged up this lovely restraint system to go under your desk." Biff weakly struggled, and Minerva chuckled. "Don't pretend you don't like it."

She went and sat in Alex's chair, and it creaked from her massive weight. She then scooted the chair forward and just barely managed to get both of her huge legs under the desk and on either side of Biff. Her cock poked him in the face.

"Come on now, you can't really call it a test drive if it doesn't give all the perks," she said with a smirk.

After a moment, Biff opened wide.

"Good boy," Minerva said, and slid in. She gripped the desk with her large hands and proceeded to fuck his mouth. He sucked her good and proper.

Alex, for his part, walked around to stand behind the chair. Gently he massaged Minerva's shoulders. "You're a sick, twisted, psycho-bitch, you know that?" he said sweetly.

"I thought that was why you adored me," she replied, and reached under the desk to clamp her fingers over Biff's nose.

Biff blurped and struggled in the restraints but kept sucking furiously. Watching from his vantage point over Minerva's shoulder, Alex looked uncharacteristically worried for his friend. Finally it was over as Minerva came down Biff's throat, making him drink every last drop before finally releasing his nose and extracting herself from his mouth. The blonde-haired rabbit coughed and sputtered but otherwise didn't complain.

"Good bunny," Minerva praised him. Getting out of the chair, which scooted backward and indifferently bumped into Alex, she knelt down under the desk and gave Biff a French kiss. "Such a good little thing."

Alex sighed with relief. Standing, Minerva turned to Alex, cock spent but still erect and dripping.

"Aww," she cooed. "You were worried I would kill him, weren't you?"

Alex crossed his arms. "No."

She smiled. "You were," she teased. "You were, you were." She kissed his cheek. "It was cute."

Alex blushed and turned away. Minerva carefully used her finger to turn his face back toward her.

"Come on, you can tell me. You were, weren't you?"

Finally, he admitted, "I...yes, of course I was..."

"See?" she said. "Nothing wrong with that."

She slid her fingers down along his throat, making him tense a little, and smirked, an evil idea growing in her head. "Why not lean over your desk for me?" she asked.

"Huh? Bend over it? I don't know," he said. "My paperwork--"

"Can wait," she cut him off. "Don't you trust me?" She feigned a sad expression, then carefully backed him against the desk. The black-haired rabbit erfed as his butt bumped the edge. Gently Minerva touched his shoulder. "Turn around," she said.

"Fine," Alex said, and turned. "If it'll make you stop doubting that I trust you."

Suddenly his jacket was being pulled off of him, and then his suspenders slid off over his shoulders, making his pants drop. He gasped a little as Minerva bent down and pulled down his bikini brief underwear as well. His erection sprung into view and bopped against the bottom of the desk, not far from Biff.

Minerva kissed the back of his neck, nibbling at it softly. One hand slid down Alex's half-naked body and went under the desk, and she crooked a finger for Biff to get to work in Alex. Biff grinned and started nuzzling Alex's crotch. Alex's eyes went wide.

"Surprise," Minerva said.

"Guh...ahhh...unh..." Alex groaned as Biff's lips and tongue coaxed and he bent over the desk.

Minerva rocked up against him, breasts pressing against his back, erection sliding against his ass, which she groped. "Enjoying yourself?" she whispered.

"Fuck yes!" Alex gasped out. It'd been a while since any of his friends had sucked him off. He hoped Biff was enjoying himself too under there.

"Yes, he has a wonderful mouth," Minerva said. The horse rocked her erection against Alex. "Mmm, such a nice ass you have. Makes me want to wreck it."

"Wreck--Huh?" Alex looked back at her but then eeped and moaned, turning suddenly submissive as he felt her thickness nestling between his asscheeks.

Minerva hummed happily, reaching a hand up and pushing one of her fingers past Alex's lips to occupy the rabbit's mouth. "Yep," she said. "Wreck."

Positioning herself, she stabbed into him, Alex crying out around the horse's finger as her huge cock forced its way inside him. Consequently, this shoved him further into Biff's throat. Minerva moaned softly, resting her head against the back of Alex's shoulder. She began to thrust into him, her other hand reaching under the desk and grabbing Biff's ear.

Alex panted, gripping the desk as he rocked with Minerva's movements. Precum oozed into Biff's eager maw.

"Mmm, always so tight," Minerva crooned.

"Unh...I keep my ass all puckered up all day long just for you..." Alex said, managing a chuckle.

"Mmm, well, I feel all warm and toasty inside now. And incidentally, so do you."

She bit at the back of his neck, thrusting harder. Alex squealed from the bite and almost exploded right then. Alex began fucking Biff's mouth while Minerva fucked his ass, as Minerva tugged at the blonde rabbit's ear to suck Alex harder. She growled happily and slammed into Alex over and over again before finally hitting her peak and spurting into him.

"Mmm, hot damn," she groaned.

Alex for his part blew his load not long after, cumming into Biff's mouth and all over his face. Minerva canted her head a bit to look down at the blonde bunny. Biff hung in in the restraints, panting, mouth popping off of Alex's dick. He grinned crookedly, thick rivulets of cum dribbling off his face and 3-D glasses, which hung by one ear letting her see his perpetually crossed eyes.

"Sexy," she commented. And meant it.

She sighed and undid the restraints and helped the naked rabbit extract himself from beneath the desk. Minerva took note of his reactions and smiled. Wobbly, Biff went to where his clothes were strewn over the couch and began to get dressed. Minerva then went and sat back down in Alex's chair, pulling Alex into her lap.

"I'd say that rigging is a success," she said. "Just imagine. You can have fun while you do your work. Have some hot little number I pick up off the street under there, sucking you off, living only off of your cum. And when she gets too weak to suck you off any further..."

She trailed off, but Alex knew what she meant. "I think I'll enjoy putting it to use, myself," he said.

He snuggled into her. They both stank of sex. A smell he loved. His shirt was soaked through with sweat. "Of course, you know, that if anyone ever sees me like this I'll have to kill them. Well, aside from you, of course. And my friends. And my dad."

"Oh, of course, sweetheart," she said. "Besides, I never planned on letting anyone else see that cute face you make when you come. Which is why Biff was under the table."

Alex didn't mentioned that Fabian, Biff and Marty, having known him his entire life, had all seen the face he made when he cummed.

Minerva knew though. To her, it was the principle of the matter. If she were having sex with Alex and someone else was involved, she would blindfold the third party to keep them from seeing. She simply didn't like to share her toys. If she was going to make the great Alex Fletcher beg like a bitch, she refused to let anyone else hear or see it. Those sounds were meant for her.

She had made this apparent recently during one of her stopovers, when she'd sent his three friends out of the room before they made love. Alex had protested, disliking anyone ordering his friends around like lackeys, but Minerva had gotten rough with him. Lovingly rough, but rough nonetheless. She'd stripped him and revealed to him her maleness, and forced herself on him. It would've been rape, had he not ultimately enjoyed it.

But her behavior puzzled Alex and he was uncertain how he should feel about it. Until he'd met her, no one but his father would've dared force themselves on him so brazenly. If they did, they were usually killed shortly afterward. He remembered a larger business partner who decided to "seal the deal," so to speak, a big cougar.

Alex hadn't been in the mood. The cougar did it anyway. Alex had fought but submitted. Secretly, he enjoyed submitting to more powerful males. But since he couldn't have anyone else know this, he'd had his friends take the cougar for a ride. Now, like all of Alex's male victims, he was entombed forever in the foundation of one of his company's newly built buildings.

Unlike most of them, they hadn't killed him beforehand. Alex had given the trio specific instructions to pour the wet cement over the cougar while he was still alive. Punishment for thinking he could do whatever he wanted to Alex Fletcher. Nobody told Alex what to do. Nobody. Except his father. And, for some reason, Minerva.

Why did he allow Minerva to boss him around? He'd often thought about it. Was he beginning to develop feelings for her? Possibly. He'd never brought up the matter. He still wasn't at the point where he was ready to show her his "hobby room," a room only his father and friends had been inside and come out of alive. The more he thought about it, the more he began to feel it was time.

Minerva had been talking this entire time, although Alex hadn't been paying too much attention. Until she broached the subject of what he did with his female victims. She was discussing the kinds of women she personally felt deserved what they got at his hands.

"....or one of those types who pokes a hole in the condom, gets pregnant, and then sues you in court for child support," she was saying. "I've known a handful of chicks like that. They didn't last too long."

Alex smiled and decided to let the conversation lead into the subject of the hobby room. "One time I paid a hooker her requisite two thou. In quarters. By force-feeding them to her until she choked," he said all of a sudden.

Minerva blinked but then grinned. "Ooooh, nice!"

"I remember that!" said Biff from across the room where he was finishing putting his tie on. "She was all, 'No, don't!' and you were like, 'What's wrong, bitch? Don't you want your money?'" He giggled.

"It was great. We had to do it twice, 'cause the first time, she puked up some of the quarters. Fuckin' hilarious. They helped weigh her down when we dropped her in the river later," Alex added. He sighed. "After a while, hookers quit coming to my car. I guess the rumors started circulating not to go near the blue Mercedes..."

"Well, I'm headin' home, you guys," Biff said, pulling his jacket on.

"Would you swing by my apartment and untie my roommate?" Minerva asked.

"Sure thing," Biff said, and, giving a little wave, departed.

Alex continued. "Another favorite of mine was this hot little number who looked fresh outta high school, probably turning tricks to pay her college tuition. She asked me, 'Why are you doing this? I don't wanna die!' And I said, 'Sweetie, don't you understand? Death is the greatest kick of all! That's why they save it for last.'"

"Nice line, bunny boy," Minerva said.

"Then she choked on my dick. Or more accurately, suffocated on my pubes, while also choking on my dick while I squeezed her head between my thighs. My leg brace left a permanent impression in her face."

Minerva cackled in delight. "Beautiful!"

Alex smiled in appreciation. "Her I kept," he said. "She's in my collection. She was just such a sweet little dear. I had to keep her."

After a moment, the clydesdale said, "I'd love to see."

That was what Alex had been waiting for. He smiled. "Really?" After a nod from Minerva, he said, "Well, come with me, then."

He slid off her lap and without bothering to put his pants or underwear one, walked around his neck wearing nothing but his shirt and necktie. From a drawer, he took a little handheld remote control. Then he pressed a button on the remote and part of the wall slid away nearby.

"Here we go," he said. "You'll be the first person to see inside of here and come out alive, besides my dad and my friends that is."

The passageway opened into a narrow white-tiled hallway with mirrored walls and a mirrored ceiling and expensive-looking studio track lighting. But the mirrors and lights were the least notable thing about it. Far more interesting were the various females, posed like mannequins, on decadent pedastals.

"Wow," Minerva whistled.

"These four here," Alex said, indicating four cocker spaniels who may have been sisters. "They were my first additions. They were originally hired to be living statues in my office, believe it or not, since my idea was originally to keep living women around and on display."

Minerva canted her head a bit as she eyed them. "Interesting. Very interesting. So I guess I'm the first woman to come in here who isn't destined to be killed?" She chuckled.

Alex didn't reply. He had, at one time, entertained the idea of adding Minerva to his collection. But that was before he'd decided he liked her. He would tell her soon, though, and see how she reacted. He went on with the cocker spaniel story.

"Once I decided I didn't want to pay for living statues, who would move or go home to their families or somesuch nonsense, I decided to make my own works of art to permanently display."

Smiling in an almost wistful manner, he went up to the closest one, the oldest of the sisters. He let his fingers slide over her bare thigh.

"Never moving. Never complaining. Never needing to eat or sleep. Always right where I want them. Forever beautiful."

Minerva felt a tiny twinge of jealousy, but brushed it off. "I must admit, they are beautiful."

"Thank you," Alex said. "They're my pride and joy. My girls. The ones I consider worthy enough to want to keep looking at, long after I've personally escorted them out of this world."

Minerva walked over to one of the "statues" nonchalantly. Alex studied her reactions and expressions. She seemed genuinely interested in the whole affair, as he'd hoped she'd be.

"Anyway, this is the one you wanted to see," he said, pointing to young-looking, pert-breasted mouse girl.

She was posed kneeling, her hands on on invisible thighs, mouth a frozen "O" around an invisible cock. There were impressions of Alex's leg brace in one side of her face. Minerva came over to get a better look at her, chuckling a bit as she walked around the mouse getting a good look at her.

"Very nice."

"I have two kinds," he went one. "The ones like her, who I liked. You can tell because they're the ones posed as I want to remember them. In pleasure. Then there's the ones like...her."

He pointed to a flat-chested female squirrel posed recoiling in fright, her face a mask of terror.

"The ones I always want to enjoy seeing terrified or in pain."

Minerva nodded and smiled a bit. Meantime, an idea was forming in Alex's head. He was beginning to entertain the idea of adding the big clydesdale to his collection after all. In a manner. But first he had to get her in the right kind of mood.

"Minerva?" he asked. "What I wanna do the most in the world right now is treat you to an expensive dinner, get wasted on thousand-dollar wine, and kill a hooker with you, and give you a tongue bath. Not necessarily in that order."

"Sounds like a busy night," she said, grinning.

"In fact...consider it "business" of a sort," Alex added. "Liiiiike...a little roleplay, you know? I'm not usually particularly creative but I have something delicious brewing in my head."

Minerva pushed a finger against Alex's nose. "After I actually be nice and say something sweet," she said. "Probably for the first time in thirty-two years." She cleared her throat. "In all honesty ...Honesty has never been my first choice or best policy. As you know, my usual motto is to do something and then ask questions or think about it later .. But with you ..if i do that, i end up thinking too much .. You're sinister and cunning and ..Let's face it, you're a hot piece of bunny tail."

"Oh?" Alex tilted his head a bit. "Tell me more, my delicious minx." He adjusted his glasses and grinned his sharklike grin.

"I will admit, when i first came here to talk to you about a job..I figured you would be like every other trustfund baby ....Which, to a point, you are but ..It's more fun around here than any place i have ever been- including the psycho house as a kid.

"And i wil admit, being around you gets me ..well, worked up.. Not just on a sexual level but ..some other level which i prefer not to look into because that would mean too much soul searching and evaluating myself and all that shit .. So ..I guess in some sick an twisted way ..I do love you."

She cleared her throat again and turned her face away, blushing. Alex repeated her usual gesture of sliding his fingers under her chin and turning her head back towards him.

"There's no shame in honesty," he said. "We don't try to hide what we are, do we? Except when the cops are involved, and then, that's just self-preservation. Or when we want to lure a victim in--Okay, we lie a LOT. But not amongst ourselves. We've no reason to."

He smiled and hugged her to him. Or as much as he could, considering the size difference. More like he hugged himself onto her. Minerva buried her face in his hair and worked her arms around his hips.

"You woke up my little black heart, you dick," she said teasingly.

"Mmm, I'm glad," Alex said, and nuzzled her bare breasts. "Now, about my idea."

"The one about the wine, hooker and tongue bath?" she chuckled.

"Yes, but done a certain way," he replied with a nod. "Tell you what. Why don't you go home, and put on your very best and most expensive evening wear. Take the subway or a bus. And wait for a phone call from me at precisely twelve o'clock."

Minerva looked mildly confused, but nodded. Alex stood on his tip toes and kissed her on the lips.

"Go. Now. Just trust me. Mmm, now, now, quickly, or I'm liable to suck you off right here. And I don't want to ruin the payoff I have planned." He was being unusually insistent and excited.

Minerva nodded and, dressing, stole a kiss from the rabbit before going to the door. Alex watched her go.

"God, what a woman," he whispered to himself.

Then he set about preparing things. He opened his safe, and removed several stacks of bills and put them into a leather briefcase, then phoned his chauffeur.

"I want you to take a run out to Miss Stryker's house at about half past twelve. I'll be driving myself. I have some errands to run..."

To Be Continued...