She did it. Helena gave in to Christie's sexual antics and accepted the assassin as her superior. Now Helena only lived to serve Christie in any way the Brit saw fit. From this day forward, Christie had the French goddess wrapped around her finger and loved it. The two locked hands as Christie dominated her pet with a long, captured kiss. Christie quickly pried Helena's mouth open and took her tongue captive. Helena could do nothing but moan and melt from her archenemy's touch. Christie finally broke Helena's mind and spirit, and now was hers to command. Christie finally won.
Killing the French goddess was the last thing on her mind now. Christie was going to spend every day of the rest of their lives tasting... molesting... violating Helena as much as she wanted to. Christie gets more of her kicks these days driving the now-frail Helena endlessly over the edge of pleasure. The blonde was nothing but a living, breathing sex doll who submits to Christie's every whim. This was Helena's life now. This was her only reason to live. And for Christie, to claim Helena as her lifelong prize... that was better than any assassination she could ever carry out.