Chapter 1 - A Job Gone Awry

Shameful that a dragon should ever feel out of place in the sky.

Strange, too, that he should live long enough to see the fabrications of mankind reach such lofty heights, and yet, a creature such as himself should be forced to live in secrecy… or at least, living in the thick of a grand charade.

These were not the glorious days of dragonkind, of war and conquest- at least, not in the traditional sense. Talonwing Enterprises was among the most prominent tech companies in the country- in several countries, in fact- and there were worse places to be than at its head. He kept to the shadows, letting his board of directors handle most of the decisions and public relations.

All he needed to keep himself well and truly in command was the inner guidance of his… silent partner.

She had whispered in his ear the location of her long-forgotten hoard of buried riches, which he’d used to fund his company. She had advised him in the proper trading decisions to make that multiplied his net worth several fold. It was she who warned him of treachery within his company.

But it was his own hands that had done the deed of removing those threats and others from his path to power.

All of that had led him here, to a magnificent view of the sea of electric lights below him… and no matter how many times he saw it, it never felt right. The light of cities aflame, the scream of helpless innocents as opposed to the screech of tires on pavement, the blood of enemies instead of simply their resignation as he devoured their companies piecemeal… The world of today simply felt empty. Inglorious.

Yet, in spite of this… he had been advised by his silent partner to savor the victories he could seize, as they would be the best this world could offer.
For now.

The tall, broad and muscular form of Malus Creed sat behind his desk, staring forward with a focused expression on his sharp features, fingers entwined in front of his scowling lips.

Perhaps he was trying to seek out that whispering voice again- she who had grown silent for weeks, nearly a month now. Granted, all had been quiet, but something about that voice was comforting, soothing. Almost motherly if not for a sinister echo behind that gentle facade.

It was, therefore, a point of frustration as a knock came at the door to his spacious office, and a well-dressed man leaned nervously into the room.

“She is here, sir.”

Right. He had nearly forgotten.

“Send her in.” Malus’ low, deep voice had a strange quality to it- as though it caused the entire room to tremble. This would have been accompanied by an unearthly flash of piercing yellow irises, were it not for the extensive lengths he’d gone to to hide them. Now it was just an occasional golden glimmer only the most observant eyes tended to catch.

After a moment, the doors swung open to reveal a stout, muscular dwarf woman, dressed in form-fitting body armor and a flowing duster-style coat.

Creed didn't like her. He didn't particularly dislike her either. She was reliable, after all, but she seemed to make things more complicated than they needed to be.

Hopefully recent developments would make her more... compliant.

"You're late."

The woman looked up at him, giving a small smile, and one eyebrow rising slightly.

“Maybe *you’re* early. You check your watch?” She answered in in her low, husky voice, leering at Creed with a pair of eyes the color of wet sand.

He didn’t respond to her, instead turning his attention to the wide window overlooking the sprawling city below.

“Luckily for you, time is not of the essence in this particular mission… or ‘run’ as your kind would call it.”

“Why do you always gotta come off like some kinda action thriller criminal mastermind?” The woman asked. “I mean, I always assume you’re up to some shit, but you don’t gotta act like it.”

“In my position, one can be afforded a level of gravitas. Perhaps you’ll earn such yourself if you live long enough.”

“I’ve survived plenty.” She grunted, gloved hands planted on her sturdy hips. “Longer than *you* would at the wrong end of an automatic weapon.”

Creed smirked. In truth there were few *explosives* that could wound him, much less kill.

“The Heisenstein Warehouse. 5200 B. You know what to do, I imagine.”

“Yeah, I got an idea.” The nodded, her mane of blood red hair bouncing around her face before the turned to leave the office.

“One more thing, Penelope.”

“It’s ‘Null’.” She snapped, spinning on her heel to glare at him.

“Yes, yes, of course.” He chuckled softly before giving her a leer of his own.

“Take care to watch your back this time, lest you find yourself in another unfortunate mess…”

Her eyes suddenly widened, the color draining instantly from her round-features face.

In her most recent outing, she’d run afoul of a lucky underling wielding a stun gun with enough voltage to take down a bull elephant.

And when she’d awakened…

Null’s expression turned on a dime from shock to rage.

“Whaddaya mean by that?!”

“I mean,” Creed replied calmly, “that it wouldn’t do for my top assassin to find herself bound, stripped and made sport of by the very thugs she was supposed to kill.”

“Fuck you!” She hissed, recovering her firm stance and even stepping forward a pace as if preparing to charge him.

“I will admit, of course, you salvaged the situation- escaping and slaughtering your captors and their comrades, even going so far as to eliminate the evidence.” He mused “But you were fortunate to escape such a situation once. Do not risk a second, lest they fuck my involvement out of you.”

Null snarled, reaching down to grip the handle of one of her combat knives. Creed stood his ground, absently adjusting the cuff links on his suit jacket.

“How did you know about it?” She growled savagely.

“I have my ways- methods that aren’t easily swept under the rug.” He answered casually. “Bear that in mind, should you decide to get any ideas of increasing your fee, or otherwise biting the hand that feeds you.”

Her hand fell away from the knife, her teeth clenched.

Without another word, she left Creed to look back out on the city.

“I will say…” he murmured fondly to himself, “it was quite the show.”

***

When Null had opened her eyes, she had found herself on the cold stone floor of the warehouse facility she'd been hired to 'clean out'. Her eyes were bleary, and the ache in her back was a painful reminder of the events just before she'd passed out. She hadn't seen her assailant, but she'd certainly felt every ounce of power their weapon possessed. It was sheer agony for a second or two before everything went dark.

Now she lay there, her arms and legs hogtied and her mouth covered with a strip of duct tape, her weapons nowhere in sight.

"Isn't this nice?" A chuckling male voice exclaimed, "somebody sent us some entertainment."

"But what was she doin' passed out in the hall?"

"Who knows? Who *cares*?" The first voice spoke again. "I ain't looking a gift dwarf in the mouth."

As she started to recognize her surroundings- able to discern crates, walls, windows and make out the details of the human silhouettes surrounding her, one of them stepped into her direct view, crouching down.

He was a muscular figure covered in scars and tattoos- probably ex military, judging by some of them. He was bald, and wore an eyepatch over one heavily scarred eye.

"I know dwarves are some'a the best fighters in the world... but I wonder what else those muscles can do."

Null glared hatefully at the man as he pulled out one of her knives- forged of 'liquid titanium', an experimental metal named for how smoothly it cut through most substances. His other hand grabbed her body armor and- using the knife- sliced through the thick polymer plating and durable material connecting it all together.

"Mmmph! ... RRRGGGHHH!!!" Null began to thrash, hardly minding the slight cuts the knife made in her flesh as the man struggled to keep her still.

However, in spite of her efforts, he finally cut and wrenched her body armor free. Underneath, she wore a skin-tight bodysuit of jet black. She may as well have been naked the way it perfectly hugged every curve, including two enormous dwarven tits!

The men cheered and hooted at the reveal.

"No wonder she's got so much muscle, hauling those around all the time!" One man called out.

"Fuck!" Another agreed. "Lemme get a feel!"

"Wait your turn." The first man shot back, smirking. This time, more carefully, he grabbed her bodysuit and began to slide the blade of the knife through it like butter- exposing the smooth skin underneath. "Ooooo, there she is!"

He grinned triumphantly as he jerked the knife free, ripping the bodysuit off Null's body. She let out a muffled cry of outrage, struggling against her bonds.

"Oh, don't worry, baby," the bald man said, tossing the remnants of the bodysuit over onto the ruined body armor and the duster. "We'll be nice and gentle with ya."

Then he reached down, grabbing hold of her massive breasts- squeezing hard with both hands.

"These things are like fucking sandbags!" The man licked his lips, groping and stroking Null's huge, soft-looking but actually quite firm chest. "Holy shit! Bet they weigh a ton, too!"

"A'right, lemme feel 'em." Another man finally stepped forward, stealing a grope before the other man swatted him away. "Shit, you're right! Like she's full'a cement!"

The whole time, Null struggled and screamed into the duct tape.

"Looks like the bitch's got something to say." The bald man chuckled, reaching up and ripping the tape off of her mouth.
Null spat and coughed before shouting.

"I'll fucking kill every last one of you shitheads!"

"You'll do nothing of the sort!" The bald man laughed, reaching down and slapping her across the face. "You're gonna sit right there and enjoy it."

"Enjoy what?" Null spat, "enjoy your little love taps? What, you gonna pull out your little twig-dicks and jerk off?"

"Hadn't thought about it, but now that you mention it..." The bald man smirked, and immediately Null began to regret her words.

A yank of a zipper and a rustle of clothing later, Null found herself confronted with the tip of a throbbing human cock. Not exactly a twig, but she'd taken bigger in her years.
Just as she'd asked, the man reached out and grabbed Null's head, pinning it in place despite her struggles. He aimed his cock at her face, stroking it firmly. "Mmmm... Might wanna open up, or else I'm gonna blow my load all over your fucking face!"

"FUCK YOU!" Null screamed defiantly.

"If you insist." He laughed, then leaned over her, focusing on her fat breasts and wide hips, stroking furiously. Without warning, that cock began to shoot sticky ropes of hot seed. One landed across the bridge of her nose, over her eye, and a few thick streams landed into her screaming, cursing mouth.

Null spit his seed out and tried to pull away from the man, but he simply yanked her back by her hair, keeping her in place.

"Fuckin' spit out my cum, bitch?" He snarled, reaching out and grabbing her breast, trying to squeeze it as hard as he could. He soon shifted to her nipple, trying to pinch and twist it to get some kind of reaction out of the struggling dwarf.

"STOP IT!" Null shouted.

"What's wrong?" He asked, continuing to pinch and pull on her nipples. "Did I find a crack in the armor?" He asked, trying to give them another pinch before pulling away. "A'right, boys- who wants to give this bitch a try?"

They all seemed to look at each other warily. For all their talk, this stone-scuplted soldier of a dwarf seemed like a lot to handle.

"I fuckin' knew it." Null spat again. "Buncha limp-dicked pieces of shit!"

"A'right, that's it." Another man stepped out, looking down at the squirming dwarf. "I'll take a crack at this fat-titted dick-sleeve."

"You fucking try!" Null shouted back at him, but struggled and grunted as he moved behind her, grabbing the knife.

"Be careful!" Another man hissed as this newcomer slashed the ropes just enough that it allowed him to pull her booted legs down and expose Null's ass. Her feet and hands still tied, she still posed little threat so long as the men were careful to keep an eye on her and keep her weapons out of reach.

"Don't worry- I got this." The man threw the knife away again, licking his lips as he pressed the head of his dick against her buttocks. He tried to push forward, but her firm ass clenched- like two smooth, round boulders keeping his dick from penetrating her. "NNnnghhh! Fuck, her ass!"

"What's the matter?" Another man called. "She too much for ya?"

"YOU try fucking this ass!" He shot back, still trying to push his cock between her buttocks with little success. "C- Come on, you bitch! Take my fucking cock!"

"Hah! You ain't getting none of this!" Null spat. "Not without me letting you fuck my ass! I can do this all fucking DAY!"

"Fuck that." Another man grunted. "I don't care if I fuck her- I just gotta see this bitch brought down." He rushed forward, grabbing her left buttock in both hands. Catching on to the plan quickly, another joined him to grab the right. A third moved to the bold man who was attempting to penetrate her, handing him a bottle.

"Fuckin' industrial grease." He grabbed the bottle, dumping out and smearing it over his dick- after making sure it was non-toxic. Now greased up, he knelt down over Null's ass, aiming his cock between the crevice of her buttocks and glanced at the two men at either side of her. "Ready?"

"Y- you'll fucking die for this!" Null snarled. "I'll snap your fucking dick off and let you fucking bleed to death!"

"One... Two... THREE!"

The two men at her ass squeezed her buttocks in their hands, pulling back with all their might to try to overpower the dwarf woman's powerful muscles. At the same time, the man pushed his greased cock forward, using one hand to brace himself on her back and the other to aim his dick at the tight looking rear hole. He winced, the tightness of her buttocks still fighting against him, but feeling himself prod against her asshole.

"NNNNGHHHFFFUUUUUUUCK!!!" Throwing caution to the wind, he slammed down onto her with all his weight.

His throbbing, hungry cock speared down into Null's ass, plunging to the hilt in one powerful dive.

"OH GOD!!! FUCKKKKK!!" She screamed, her voice echoing through the warehouse.

"YOU GOT HER!" One of the men gripping her ass shouted in disbelief.

"Fucking AWESOME!" Another shouted.

"Keep fucking going!" Still another called. "Fucking break her down before she recovers!"

"She's so fucking TIGHT!" The man grunted, pulling out and slamming back in as the others held her down, stuffing his cock into her again and again.

"OOF! UGHHH! AAAAGHH- UGHHHHH!!!" Null grunted, tears squeezing from her eyes, the wind knocked out of her with each heavy downward thrust. " G- GET OUT OF ME!" She shrieked, trying to push herself back, but unable to escape the grip of those grasping hands. "N- NAAAAAAAH!"

"Shut the fuck up!" The man roared, thrusting harder and deeper, squirting more grease from the bottle onto his cock.

"No, let her scream!" Another growled. "After all her fucking talk, I kinda like it."

Null continued to struggle and cry, but soon the pain grew to a point where she couldn't focus on anything but the sheer agony being caused by this brute of a man.

"OH FUCK!" The man exclaimed, slamming into her one final time. His balls tensed before blowing a huge load of seed into Null's ass, a roar of triumph and ecstasy joining her own deafening scream. He stumbled back and fell on his ass, moaning with post-climax pleasure. "Mmmm... my fucking dick's numb..."

"I'm surprised this ass didn't tear it right off." One of those gripping her rear muttered. "Well, who's next?"

"Me!" Another man shouted, rushing forward and straddling Null's legs.

Null cried out once more as she felt him jam his cock deep inside her with the help of some grease and more of the thugs, groaning as he began to pump into her, filling her ass with his thick seed. One after another, they helped themselves to her wide, muscular ass, load after load gushing into her from behind.

"Fuckin' amazing!" The first man exclaimed, sitting back on his heels. "This is the best ass I've ever had!"

"Mmm... Whatcha think she was doing here, anyway?" Another asked. "Some kinda assassin, judging from all the weapons."

"Well, you got the 'ass' part right." Another laughed, giving her buttock a spank. "Has everyone had a turn?"

"Yes, sir!" Several men answered in unison.

"Good." The bald man- their leader- chuckled as he looked down at Null, her eyes glazed over, drool tricking from the edge of her lip. "Bet you're not so fucking cocky now, are you, bitch?"

Null nodded slowly, then said nothing.

"So we can leave you here, or we can finish you off properly."

Null shook her head, then spoke weakly.

"F-finish me off... Please."

The man stood up, gesturing to two of his henchmen... but ultimately it took five of them to lift her up and carry her to one of the crates. Using that knife, he cut the ropes holding her hands and feet to let her sprawl on her back on the wooden surface.

The leader stabbed the knife into the crate, then took hold of Null's booted feet. Lifting them straight up, he aimed his dick at her exposed pussy.

"Any last words, bitch?" He asked, pushing forward with his hips, sliding his cock into her wet cunt.

"F- fuck me... please..." Null begged, her voice sounding like a whimper.

"That's what I thought, bitch."

The warehouse was soon filled with the wet sounds of his hips slapping on hers, his cock driving deep into Null. He chuckled, licking his lips.

"Thought about killing you, but that'd be a waste... blowing a load inside of you, knocking you up? That'd take you out just as well. A pregnant assassin is as useless as a dead one." He chuckled between moans as he thrust, keeping her legs straight up. Meanwhile the rest of his men began dressing and gathering the materials they'd been in the middle of stealing when Null had arrived.

"Ahhhhhh- AHHH- AHHH!" Null grunted, her body writhing as he fucked her... but just as the man was tensing up, about to cum, she realized how close her knife was.
This was her chance.

"Get ready for my load, bi-" The man howled victoriously, but at that moment, Null sat up, seizing her knife and plunging it into his gut.

He roared in pain and fell back, clutching his wound, while Null scrambled off of the crate. At first, the henchmen couldn't tell the difference between pleasured and pained screams, so by the time they looked over to see their boss' handiwork, it was too late.

Null grabbed the boss' gun, and in a magnificent display of marksmanship for a person who had just been fucked senseless, she put bullets into each of her assailants- double-tapping where necessary once all of them had been felled.

When the shooting was done, Null dropped the gun, panting with exhaustion.

"Ugh... fuck..." She mumbled, leaning against the crate. "That was close... my fucking ass... those... bastards..." She fell to her knees, then to all fours, finally collapsing to the ground- her firm breasts cushioning her fall slightly.

It would be a long while before she awakened... but before she passed out, one other troubling thought occurred to her...

She'd never found the man with the stun gun...

***

Null grunted, her mind brimming with memories of that sickening incident as she climbed into the driver's seat of her truck... only to do a double-take when she noticed a lithe figure lounging in the passenger's seat.

Smelling vaguely of filth, the creature wore loose black garments, topped with a hood beneath which Null could swear she saw a bestial snout.

"Vincent Lloyd. Clients call me 'Void'." The figure spoke, unprompted, in a low hiss. "I'm an agent of Mr. Creed."

"Typical." Null grunted. "First he throws 'that night' in my face, and now he thinks I need a babysitter."

"Oh, no." Void replied, holding up a clawed hand. "Call me 'insurance'."

"Whatever you call yourself," Null grumbled, "Just keep out of my way and we'll get along fine."

"Of course." Void nodded, putting his hands in his lap as Null started the truck... failing to notice her new companion's curious glove-mounted device... and the high-voltage battery on his belt which it was discreetly hooked to.

"I do my best work from the shadows anyway."
