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Another message had arrived from Brutus on a long scroll of parchment
left on the assassin's doorstep. It entailed a new target for him, a
merchant who had been supplying their enemies with vital weapons under
the cover of transporting textiles. The merchant was bringing in
thousands of swords, spears, shields and armour along the Tiber. All that
was meant to supply the troops that were being mobilised undercover in
order to stage a coup in the senate.
The merchant himself - named Acedius - was a large gluttonous man, who
spent most of his time in his villa, at the whorehouses or in the Terme.
According to Brutus's parchment, his guards never left him and he
surrounded himself with servants. In two days he was to see the arrival
of another shipment of goods. The assassin's task is to find out where
the shipment arrives, destroy it and kill Acedius.
"Curious", the assassin muttered to himself, as he sat down on his
elegantly carved marble bench.
Two days didn't give him a lot of time, but he had the beginnings of a
plan circling in his head. The Terme were a perfect opportunity to
infiltrate and join his court. All he needed was a small opening and a
disguise.
Two days later he had finished his latest disguise - a bodysuit of a
lithe 15-year-old girl, who served Acedius as his drinks maid. The making
of it had not been difficult. He spent an hour stalking outside the
merchants villa and spotted the maid going to the cellar for more
beverages. He managed to quickly scale the wall of the villa, knock her
out and then scan her body with the Piece of Eden. A device of
otherwordly power and knowledge, shaped like a gilded sphere. He has the
ability to use it , however demanding it is, and exactly with that he had
learned the art of making such bodysuits. Without it, the Assassins would
never be as successful in their job.
So he had spent the next 24 hours fashioning the bodysuit of that petite
girl and once he had finished he laid it down and surveyed it. The girl
was perhaps 5'6'' and not very old, the assassin guessed perhaps 15 or
16. She had modest breasts and skinny shape, that was sure to not draw
any attention from onlookers. She had a pale skin despite the hot sun of
Rome, suggesting that she might be from the northern parts of the Roman
Empire. Her face was a plain one: small cute mouth that tended to smile a
lot, a petite nose (another sign of northern Empire) and close-set green
eyes. Her face was round and accentuated by her long brown hair that hung
free down to her shoulders and had a parting down the centre. She didn't
have a fringe. At first glance she was completely unassuming, but at a
longer observation, she could entice many a men, and with the correct
clothes, her body could be one to exhilarate even the chastest.
Satisfied with the body before him, the assassin proceeded to put the
suit on. First the legs went in. The feet and the legs of the suit came
to life as the man inserted his own. He spent a few minutes getting the
toes into the right places and then rolled pale girl's skin up his calves
and thighs. The girl had a young hairless pussy, behind which the
assassin tucked his own manhood. At the same time he brought up the suits
bottom to cover his own. The action made him excited, but the suit had
been rolled up far enough that there was no way he could please himself
right now. The hands and arms came next. He took care to get his fingers
in deftly and accurately, spending no excess time on it. The man's
fingers were soon replaced by the young girl's petite and soft ones,
which he then moved around to test their mobility.
"Perfect", he said and continued with the rest of the torso. He breasts
that now covered his chest jiggled a little as the assassin moved around.
He cupped them both and was pleased with the consistency of the fake
boobs. His member down below was straining against the sheathe from the
touch. Lastly he pulled on the head of the suit, taking care to blend his
eyes and mouth well to the suit's one. He made a few faces to check the
mask. Satisfied with its performance, he finished by pulling up a tiny
zipper along its spine, to seal him in the body of the pale cute maid.
The girl moved over to the mirror and examined her body for any
conspicuous seams, wrinkles or bulges. All seemed as it should and she
spared a few moments to pretend to rub her clitoris and massages her
breasts. Although, the assassin inside was incredibly turned on, he
resumed the task at hand. He moved over to the wardrobe and pulled out a
few clean white robes that had been stolen from the original girls
attire. She pulled them on and inspected the cut and arrangement in the
mirror again.
"Excellent, Acedius will never know the difference."
She then exited the assassin's hideout and made her way towards the
centre of Rome. The streets were teeming with activity as people were
coming or going from the marketplace or just chatting on the streets.
Kids were playing games in the street corners and slaves were carrying
baskets and boxes of things to wherever their masters needed them to.
The servant girl made her way towards Terme di Traiano, where the fat
merchant was known to frequent. The Terme were a large vaulted room of
marble and stone that housed massive hot baths and pools. The nobles of
Rome had the luxury to come here and bathe themselves, many of them
bringing their slaves and servants as well. Terme di Traiano were the
largest in Rome at the time and that is why Acedius was fond of going
there. Upon entering she immediately spotted the man in the corner,
surrounded by his guards and servants - among them also the original of
the girl whose body the assassin was wearing right now. The room had a
high ceiling and a lot of it was filled with mist from the hot baths.
This made it hard for people to see far and that's what the assassin was
counting on.
Using the mist's cover, he moved along the opposite end of the room,
around the Terme until she reached the pool adjacent to the fat merchant.
She slipped off her robe and slid in, in order to wait for the time to
strike. Not before long, the merchant called for more wine and the real
servant girl had to go fetch more. Her path took her past the bath where
the fake one was sitting. As the real girl was just passing the assassin,
the fake servant pulled the girl in with a quick strong grasp, and then
knocked her out in one swift move. The girl never knew what hit her. The
assassin the positioned the servant girl in a sitting position, so as to
seem that she is simply enjoying the Terme and has fallen asleep. The
assassin on the other hand slipped out and pulled her robes back over
her. She went and got more wine as required and resumed the position next
to the fat merchant. He was in the process of discussing the new weapon
shipment with a subordinate of his.
"... the docks are not ready, sir, but they will be in a few hours, just
in time for the shipment"
"I want it done NOW!! I will not have it said that MY merchandise is
blocking the Tiber. The western docks are supposed to be the large
capacity ones! What is the problem!?"
"It...it is... there is no problem, I will get on it now."
'So, western docks in a few hours,' thought the assassin to himself. That
left him enough time to finish up here and see the shipment destroyed. He
proceeded with the next part of his plan.
The servant girl quickly drew a small flask from her robes, uncorked it
and dropped its contents into the wine goblet. Not before long Acedius
called for more wine and the girl was there to satisfy his desire. The
merchant downed the drink and the poison within it. It was a very slow
poison that was often used as a sleeping draught. In this amount though,
it would be deadly. Soon after the merchant's eyes began to stoop and he
fell asleep. In an hour he would die. Not a bad way to go, the assassin
thought, as he stood next to him in the servant girl's body.
"Requiescat in pace." he murmured silently as the merchant began to
snore.
She excused herself on the pretext of getting more wine and slipped out
of the Terme. They would find the real servant girl in the bath, she
should be safe. The merchant though, even though he was known to take
naps in the Terme, sooner or later someone would check him and then find
him dead. By that time though, the shipment will be destroyed and another
supply line cut.
She walked briskly across the streets of mother Rome, back to the
assassin hideout, to prepare for the shipment's arrival and destruction.
Once back inside, she unrobed herself and examined her body once more.
Cute, perky, lithe, desirable. The assassin loved being like that, these
were his favourite types of missions. It had to end though. So she
fumbled with the zipper, undid it and peeled the young girl's skin off.
The disguise could be used once again, but perhaps in a different place.
He hung the skin on a peg on the wall and checked time. He still had some
time to relieve his hardon that had stayed unabated throughout the whole
mission. Now looking at the body of the girl and imagining his member
inside a real live one he brought himself to climax and then began the
preparations for the last part of the mission.
The next day, all among the nobles and even the smallfolk, the main topic
was the death of a well-known merchant. It overshadowed the news of a
barge sinking in the Tiber in the late afternoon, near the western docks.
None thought them to be more than mere accidents.
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