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This was going to be the easiest job of his life. The woman Oliver was getting paid to kill was one of the city’s richest, but there wasn’t a single bodyguard around her penthouse apartment! Walking through the place as quietly as he could, Oliver couldn’t help but be impressed by just how expensive everything was, even compared to the other rich people he’d been hired to kill in the past. And she had supposedly only appeared on the scene half a year ago… "She’s got to be into some real shady shit…"
"Oh, I can assure you that I’m not." Fuck, he shouldn’t have spoken out loud. Oliver spun around and leveled his gun at the woman standing behind him, who only smiled as if she were humoring a kid with a toy. Away from the public spotlight Sandra looked like just any other girl, dressed in a pair of shorts and a simple coat over a bra… and for some reason, she terrified the hitman.
He should just pull the trigger and shoot, and this would all be over. Just pull the trigger and shoot, just… shoot… Oliver watched as Sandra slowly strolled over and plucked the gun out of his hand. "You don’t need that nasty thing, do you?" She was right, of course. Why would he? "Hah…" Sandra's ruby irises shimmered as she studied him closely, seeming to hold innumerable secrets. "Tell me who sent you."
Oliver would never reveal the identity of a client, the training he'd undergone in the military making him able to resist even the harshest torture… but before he knew it he was spilling everything he knew. Names, contact details, how much he had been paid… it was like those red eyes just held an inexplicable hold over him, Oliver's mind like putty for Sandra to shape and play with.
"Him? I should have figured… thank you." Sandra smiled and Oliver's heart soared, the thought that he was supposed to kill her never crossing his mind. "But now… what do I do with you?" She put a hand to her chin, eyes playful and teasing. Then, Sandra snapped her fingers, smile widening for an instance like a lightbulb had just popped on in her head. "Ah! You should be my panties, don't you agree?"
Oliver shivered as he felt the power of her words crash into him, the will behind them strong enough to rewrite reality itself - how could he refuse? Sandra watched with some amusement as the hitman standing before her crumpled to the floor, his form compressing and folding in over itself over and over again, flesh and clothes melting and merging together as their color became a uniform black. His form thinned out, shaping itself into a pair of lace panties that sat innocently on the floor as if they had been there all along.
"There you go!" Sandra picked up the pair of panties between her index finger and thumb, letting it dangle just inches in front of her face. "You can still hear and see me, right?" Well, if he couldn't before, now he certainly would be able to. Sandra quickly stripped off her shorts and underwear, slipping this new pair of panties on. She'd have to break it in a little…
Something about this was wrong, Oliver knew that much. He was supposed to be killing this woman, not- not wrapped around her pussy and ass like this! But even as he thought it, that felt… kind of right? He saw Sandra looking down at him, felt her manicured fingers gently running over the length of his fabric. W-wait, he was a human! There was no way that a human like him could be made of fabric, and shaped like this, and used like this… right?
Sandra squeezed her legs together a little, letting the fluid that had started to trickle out of her folds stain and wet her panties. "Doesn't it feel good, being used like this? Getting soaked in my juices, getting stretched out, getting played with…" She punctuated every phrase with a rub of her nether regions through the lace panties, a pleasant shiver running down her spine from both the physical stimulation and the glee that came from breaking someone like this.
Meanwhile, Oliver wasn't doing great - or having the best time of his life, depending on how you looked at it. Wrapping around the girl's body so closely, he could feel tiny vibrations run through her with every word she spoke, those mesmerizing red eyes looking straight at him as her fingers pleasured herself - and him - relentlessly. "It's perfectly fine to feel turned on by all of this… but."
A flash of white teeth, and her eyes glimmered knowingly. "Surely that only means you can't be a human, then? After all, if you look like a pair of panties, are being worn like a pair of panties, and feel good about being used like a pair of panties… then, the conclusion goes without saying, doesn't it?"
"O-of course!!" Oliver wanted to scream out loud in agreement to her words, but of course he couldn't as he lacked a mouth. But since Oliver had accepted Sandra's words deep into his very being, why would he… why would they need to speak it out loud? They were just a pair of panties belonging to their Owner… and always had been.
"Ahhhhh……." Sandra quickly finished her business with a long, pleasurable sigh and stood up, taking off her new pair of panties and throwing them in her laundry basket. All this business had gotten her quite sleepy… and she'd have to pay the hitman's employees a visit tomorrow, just to make sure they would no longer be a problem. Oh, Sandra couldn't wait…

Description
i need to watch the new john wick some time

this is the first of the month's patreon requests! even though the highest tier is all taken up you can still join for 5 USD/month to get access to my captions a month early, as well as some exclusive stuff from time to time!

join my Patreon here! www.patreon.com/attemptsattg

art by Mohaka : www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/1046…

transcript
This was going to be the easiest job of his life. The woman Oliver was getting paid to kill was one of the city’s richest, but there wasn’t a single bodyguard around her penthouse apartment! Walking through the place as quietly as he could, Oliver couldn’t help but be impressed by just how expensive everything was, even compared to the other rich people he’d been hired to kill in the past. And she had supposedly only appeared on the scene half a year ago… "She’s got to be into some real shady shit…"
"Oh, I can assure you that I’m not." Fuck, he shouldn’t have spoken out loud. Oliver spun around and leveled his gun at the woman standing behind him, who only smiled as if she were humoring a kid with a toy. Away from the public spotlight Sandra looked like just any other girl, dressed in a pair of shorts and a simple coat over a bra… and for some reason, she terrified the hitman.
He should just pull the trigger and shoot, and this would all be over. Just pull the trigger and shoot, just… shoot… Oliver watched as Sandra slowly strolled over and plucked the gun out of his hand. "You don’t need that nasty thing, do you?" She was right, of course. Why would he? "Hah…" Sandra's ruby irises shimmered as she studied him closely, seeming to hold innumerable secrets. "Tell me who sent you."
Oliver would never reveal the identity of a client, the training he'd undergone in the military making him able to resist even the harshest torture… but before he knew it he was spilling everything he knew. Names, contact details, how much he had been paid… it was like those red eyes just held an inexplicable hold over him, Oliver's mind like putty for Sandra to shape and play with.
"Him? I should have figured… thank you." Sandra smiled and Oliver's heart soared, the thought that he was supposed to kill her never crossing his mind. "But now… what do I do with you?" She put a hand to her chin, eyes playful and teasing. Then, Sandra snapped her fingers, smile widening for an instance like a lightbulb had just popped on in her head. "Ah! You should be my panties, don't you agree?"
Oliver shivered as he felt the power of her words crash into him, the will behind them strong enough to rewrite reality itself - how could he refuse? Sandra watched with some amusement as the hitman standing before her crumpled to the floor, his form compressing and folding in over itself over and over again, flesh and clothes melting and merging together as their color became a uniform black. His form thinned out, shaping itself into a pair of lace panties that sat innocently on the floor as if they had been there all along.
"There you go!" Sandra picked up the pair of panties between her index finger and thumb, letting it dangle just inches in front of her face. "You can still hear and see me, right?" Well, if he couldn't before, now he certainly would be able to. Sandra quickly stripped off her shorts and underwear, slipping this new pair of panties on. She'd have to break it in a little…
Something about this was wrong, Oliver knew that much. He was supposed to be killing this woman, not- not wrapped around her pussy and ass like this! But even as he thought it, that felt… kind of right? He saw Sandra looking down at him, felt her manicured fingers gently running over the length of his fabric. W-wait, he was a human! There was no way that a human like him could be made of fabric, and shaped like this, and used like this… right?
Sandra squeezed her legs together a little, letting the fluid that had started to trickle out of her folds stain and wet her panties. "Doesn't it feel good, being used like this? Getting soaked in my juices, getting stretched out, getting played with…" She punctuated every phrase with a rub of her nether regions through the lace panties, a pleasant shiver running down her spine from both the physical stimulation and the glee that came from breaking someone like this.
Meanwhile, Oliver wasn't doing great - or having the best time of his life, depending on how you looked at it. Wrapping around the girl's body so closely, he could feel tiny vibrations run through her with every word she spoke, those mesmerizing red eyes looking straight at him as her fingers pleasured herself - and him - relentlessly. "It's perfectly fine to feel turned on by all of this… but."
A flash of white teeth, and her eyes glimmered knowingly. "Surely that only means you can't be a human, then? After all, if you look like a pair of panties, are being worn like a pair of panties, and feel good about being used like a pair of panties… then, the conclusion goes without saying, doesn't it?"
"O-of course!!" Oliver wanted to scream out loud in agreement to her words, but of course he couldn't as he lacked a mouth. But since Oliver had accepted Sandra's words deep into his very being, why would he… why would they need to speak it out loud? They were just a pair of panties belonging to their Owner… and always had been.
"Ahhhhh……." Sandra quickly finished her business with a long, pleasurable sigh and stood up, taking off her new pair of panties and throwing them in her laundry basket. All this business had gotten her quite sleepy… and she'd have to pay the hitman's employees a visit tomorrow, just to make sure they would no longer be a problem. Oh, Sandra couldn't wait…