Chapter 1: Bedroom Warfare

My father always taught me to never fight with a woman. Well, it depends on the situation. If it is in bed and at least not without her consent. I desperately wanted to get out of the room and run for my life, but she was blocking the exit door. Kitty was able to retrieve the knife that had slipped on the floor. Now that she's armed, I have nothing to protect myself with. I looked around to find something for defense, but all I could see were the wooden anchors hung on the walls, a bunch of flags, and a treasure chest.

I tried to get near the treasure chest, hoping to get something out of it, but she chased me away from it. We've been running around in circles, completely naked.

"Damnit, I always fantasize about this moment where I run around naked being chased by girls, not to kill me but to make love to me. This is utterly insane!" I thought to myself. 

I hurled all the pillows at her, hoping to distract her from chasing after me. Luckily, she trips on the blanket while running after me. I finally get to hold on to the treasure chest, hoping to find something useful. My eyes widened in shock when I saw what was inside of it. There is a bunch of kinky stuff that couples used to do to add excitement and passion to their sex lives.

"Fuck, we could have been using this by now if you didn't try to kill me. We could have been enjoying all of these things by now!" I exclaimed angrily, giving her a disappointed look.

"Why don't we cut to the chase and let me just end your life? I promise to do it as quickly and painlessly as possible," she taunted me, giving me a devilish grin on her face.

"Over my dead six-pack abs," I firmly stated, glaring at her like a wild beast, outraged and out of the cage.

Kitty sprinted towards me and charged me with a knife in her hand. I put my hand inside the treasure chest and took out the first thing that I could get my hands on. It is something long and something hard. I raised my arm and blocked the knife with it. I was both shocked and humiliated because my weapon of choice is none other than a...

"Dildo?"

I always imagined myself experimenting with sex toys in a "Fifty Shades of Gray" kind of way, but I never imagined myself using them in such an unusual way.

I wield the dildo like a blazing sword, as my life depends on it. I was hoping to hit her at least once. My dildo is longer than her knife, and my arm is longer compared to hers. I managed to strike a solid blow to her face, causing her to groan.

"How could she have sounded so sexy after that hit?" I can't believe her moan has made me stiff. "I can't have a boner at this time," I told myself.

Kitty smirked at me when she noticed my dong was stiffening. She looked at my tower as if she wanted to demolish it and tear it apart. She used to play with it like a joystick, but now she wants to chop it like a zucchini.

We fought like Jedi knights, but only with our buttocks exposed. As I swung the dildo back and forth like a sword, I noticed that it was getting smaller every time her knife cut through it. From twelve inches to three inches, I throw the dildo hard on her face—at least, what's left of it. The three inches of dildo struck her face hard, and she fell face down on the floor.

She was almost conscious, which is why I took the chance to drag her to the bed and tie her to the headboard with the pink fur handcuffs that I grabbed from the treasure chest. I hurriedly took the landline phone off the desk beside the bed. I was about to call reception to ask for help but was shocked to find out that the line had been cut.

"This assassination was meticulously planned and orchestrated. How long have they been plotting my death?" I whispered to myself. I was terrified to go outdoors because I was afraid that other assassins would be waiting for me. "She is no ordinary assassin!" I concluded.

I went over my clothes and took out my phone to call for help. I was in a complete state of panic and the first thing that I dialed on my phone was the one on the speed dial. 

"Grandpa, help me. Someone is trying to kill me!" I said it hysterically.

I was waiting for him to reply and say something, but then this was the reply I got from him. "Hello, this is Harry Dict Senior, but you can call me Big Daddy! I am currently busy and was not able to answer your call. Please leave me a message after the tone."

"What the fuck?" Grandpa! Help me; someone is trying to kill me! I am here at the DICTator Hotel!" I was panicky.

I was too preoccupied with trying to seek help to notice that Kitty had already escaped from the shackles that I had used to restrain her. She was standing behind me, and when I turned around, she punched me square in the face. 

I was not able to dodge her and instantly fell to the floor. My head is light and airy. I am feeling dizzy, and all I can see is her sitting on top of me. She reached her arm towards the treasure chest not far from us and pulled out the Shibari rope.

She used the rope to strangle my neck. I tried to move, but her feet were pressing into my thighs. She pressed my right arm against my back, and I couldn't move it. My left hand tried to pry her grip off my neck, but she was stronger, and I was short of breath.

I can feel her soaking wet and hot pussy rubbing and pushing against my love shack. Every time she tightened the rope over my neck, she humped me hard. Even on the verge of death, my member was alive and kicking, which gave me a brilliant idea to save myself. Every limp in my body was immobilized except for my dong, and the instant she leaned forward to tighten the grip on my neck, I positioned myself, and as she leaned backward, I aggressively entrenched my well-endowed manhood inside of her.

She was taken aback when she felt my shaft inside of her, making her moan loudly and loosening the rope around my neck. She was too tight, and to be honest, I kind of liked it. It feels good inside her.

"Like, what am I even talking about? How could I enjoy it at this time? My pervy level has risen to new heights." I was thinking to myself.

 When she tried to release herself from me, I shoved the entire length of my shaft inside of her, pounding her harder and deeper, making her groan louder. I thrust myself inside her faster until she got too distracted by the mixture of pleasure and confusion, making her completely let go of my neck. I can't believe that my dong just saved my life.

I took advantage of the opportunity to extend my arm over the treasure box and retrieve whatever I was holding onto, which thankfully was something useful.

I smacked her hard with the scouring whip I retrieved from the treasure chest. She then let out a passionate and sexy groan, and I couldn't tell if she was in agony or enjoying it.

"Fuck, those moans are so damn hot." Then I whipped her even harder, making her moan even louder.

Finally, I was able to escape from her, which a part of me wished I didn't have because I wasn't able to finish. I was in a hurry to escape, and she was able to get the scourging whip from my hand. The first thing that I did was to get as far away from her as possible and grab something from the treasure chest to protect myself.

I was disappointed to see that the item I took from the treasure box was a bottle of lube. My body shook with fear, almost paralyzing me. Kitty was staring at me with her fiery cat eyes, threatening me, and wanting revenge. She was giving me an evil laugh when she saw me holding on to the bottle of lubricant.

My heart skips a beat every time she raises her arm and lashes the whip from side to side. I can't imagine how that would feel on my skin. She had a diabolical grin on her face and was glaring at me with ferocity. I bet she wanted to punish me for being a naughty boy.

I gave her my final line of defense by squeezing the bottle tube as hard as I could. The lubricant splattered all over her body. I tried to get up, but I couldn't because fear had weakened my knees. I crawled away from her while she was slowly approaching me.

I have nothing left with me but an empty bottle of lubricant. I have no choice but to throw it at her. Unfortunately, it just landed on the floor.

"Do you honestly think that bottle could hurt me?" She burst out laughing.

As she made another step, her foot landed on the bottle of the tube and slid backward. She lost her footing and crashed to the floor, slamming her head into the edge of the bed. I was shocked and couldn't believe what just happened. She wasn't moving at all. I crawled my way to her lifeless body and saw a massive amount of blood on the floor. 

The scene is enough to make me sick. I immediately vomited. The air immediately filled with a digestive stench. I want to believe she was simply unconscious, but the amount of blood on the floor proves otherwise. I was in denial and performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation in the hopes of reviving her, but failed.

"I'm sorry, it was an accident." I cried in exasperation. "I never wanted to kill you; I just wanted to get away from you," I tried to explain.

I'm a lover, not a fighter. I never wanted to hurt anyone. I couldn't even hurt a bug. I keep asking myself, "How did I get into this situation?" I took an exhausting breath and sighed in exasperation.

A few moments later, a group of men wearing black suits came barging into the room. They were my cavalry, sent by my grandfather.

"Sir, are you okay?" One of the men asked me. His voice is shaking, and he has this worried look in his eyes. "Are you hurt?"

"You're a little too late," I said with a blank expression, giving him a deadpan stare.

"Is that Kitty Van Hoe?" One of the men inquired while looking at Kitty's lifeless body. He was scanning her and making sure that she was dead.

I was taken aback that they knew who she was. I was intrigued as to why she was familiar to them. Is it because of her beauty or her performance in bed? To be honest, she is someone I could never forget because she just gave me the best head.

"Did you know her?" I asked inquisitively.

My idyllic life was shattered by a single incident. Even if I tried, I couldn't return to my normal life. Everyone in the room was taken aback. Their pupils dilated, and their jaws practically dropped, leaving their mouths wide open. They're all looking at me in disbelief, with respect and admiration, for something they thought I had done. Everything was an accident and a misunderstanding, but I couldn't tell them because they were too startled to grasp what they were seeing.

"She is known as the “Widow Maker” because she never failed to kill her target. You just killed one of the most notorious assassins on Bendoveh Island."