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The Cerebral Assassin's Fatal Strike

Stephanie and Chris both gasped. She didn't want to do it with Triple H at all, so she remained silent.

"Silence means no. Therefore, the beating shall continue," Triple H said.

Lita, Edge, and Shawn gave Stephanie sympathetic looks before continuing their whipping of Jericho. And just when Stephanie saw the blood start to flow a little faster, she yelled.

"Fuck! Ok, I'll do it!" she screamed. "Just stop hitting him and let him leave."

Triple H grinned. "I knew you'd see things my way," he said, signaling for his three helpers to stop the cruel attack.

"Noooo," Jericho grunted. He spit some blood onto the floor. "I can take the beating, but I can't watch that."

"If you want to get out of here alive, you'll watch," Triple H threatened, and everyone in the boiler room flinched at his cold words.

"Chris, I have to," she whispered to him.

"No, no, no," Jericho said, anguished by just the image of Triple H and Stephanie in his mind.

"Let's get this over with," Stephanie said in a resigned voice.

"Actually, I plan on this taking a while," Triple H informed them, "I'm gonna take my time and enjoy myself."

"Just do this fast so we can go," Stephanie said. "Chris might need medical attention."

"You might when I'm through," Triple H said mysteriously. He turned to Lita. "Get the camcorder, babe."

"Wait, I... You never mentioned any camcorders," Stephanie said, eyebrows raised.

"Am I so wrong to want to capture this experience on film?" Triple H asked innocently. Stephanie started to reply, but he hushed her. "Come here, Stephanie. I need to feel your body."

"This is for you, Chris," Stephanie said, looking at him. "Sweetheart, it'll be all over soon enough."

"Stop yapping and get yourself over here!" Triple H exclaimed. "And you better act like you want this."

Stephanie stepped closer to Triple H, holding back her tears. He closed the distance between them and put his arms around her. She reached up and pulled his ponytail down, grimacing while letting his hair free. He shook his head until the hair fell into place, framing his face. Then he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, kissing her passionately.

She kissed him back, although he repulsed her. She figured that if she went through with this and did it well, he'd let them go and maybe destroy the video.

His hands pulled her closer to him as he backed her slowly over to the big bed just a few feet away. "Take my shirt off," he ordered. She reached up and pulled his shirt off, running her hands along his chest in the process. He shivered, then helped her take her clothes off except her bra and thong.

"Why don't you do that thing with your tongue that I like so much?" he asked. Over by the corner, Jericho gave a tiny gasp and spit out more blood.

Stephanie pushed Triple H down onto the bed and climbed seductively on top of him. Leaning down, she wrapped her talented tongue around one of his hard, flat nipples. He shivered at the sensation, and when she gently tugged it with her teeth, he uttered a low moan.

"Don't stop, baby," he said through gritted teeth as her tongue traveled down his chest and abdomen to dip into his belly button. She stopped when she reached his belt buckle. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this with people watching her, including the man she had secretly loved since she'd met him... Chris...

Edge, Lita, and Shawn watched the scene unfold before them, mesmerized. Jericho watched as well, repulsed and sickened, yet captivated by the seductive way Stephanie moved her body.

Triple H sensed her hesitation and decided to change the positions. As she laid on her back on the bed, he slipped off her remaining clothes and sighed at the beautiful sight before him. Then he covered her body with his, taking a nipple in his mouth and gently flicking his tongue over it. She gave an involuntary moan and tugged his hair as he traveled lower...and lower...and lower...

He was a smooth and passionate lover, and he was gentle with his tongue, no doubt. But his restraint was gone and he had to take her. He stripped off his remaining clothes and slipped on a condom.

"Better safe than sorry," he said, looking up to smile at the camcorder. His attention quickly shifted back to the task at hand: Stephanie, lying beneath him with her legs tightly closed. He leaned down and kissed her while at the same time coaxing her legs open. Then he positioned himself at her moist entrance and drove deep inside.

Over in the corner, Jericho was beside himself. He was going crazy as he watched Triple H slowly stroking in and out of Stephanie, just as he had done only hours before. He fought weakly to get out of the handcuffs, but it was no use. A single tear rolled down his face when he heard Stephanie moan. He tried to close his eyes and block out the noise of their passionate encounter, but it wasn't possible.

Jericho and the other onlookers developed an intense hatred for Triple H as he intentionally prolonged the love making process for those he forced to watch. And even as he pleasured her body in a way he'd never been able to before, Stephanie hated him now more than ever...

"I have a little confession," Triple H said quite a bit of time later, withdrawing from her and panting. "The condom I just used is filled with lots of little, tiny holes. I must've poked it a hundred times." He looked at Stephanie's radiant face, which quickly turned pale as the Cerebral Assassin prepared to deliver his final and most fatal strike. "Steph, you're going to be carrying my child soon."

First there was a series of shocked gasps. Edge, Shawn, and Lita had known what Triple H had planned to make love to her, but they hadn't known he was going to go that far. There was a stunned silence...and then two blood-curdling screams from Jericho and Stephanie blended together in perfect harmony.

Triple H dressed slowly. There was unbroken silence in the room. After he finished dressing, he walked over to Lita and grabbed the camcorder. "I'll be taking this." He walked over to the door, then looked back at the distraught woman lying on the bed, pale as a sheet. "Hey Steph, let me know if we're having a boy or a girl in a couple of weeks." Then he laughed cruelly, blew her a kiss, and disappeared from the boiler room...

Only 3 more chapters to go until this story is done. I've written them already. Now comes the task of typing them... Here's the list of the names of the chapters, but none of these are links, remember that. Chapter 14: I'll Be There; Chapter 15: Spur of the Moment; Chapter 16: The Results!