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skittish_butterfly

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Princess was the one to take the call, so predictable really. Why did she always have to be the one going after him? Didn't anybody realize that maybe it might be nice if she could just be Samantha Appleton around him, at least for a little bit? Before the guns or knives or whatever came out? How would she know how he really felt about her? Despite the history, the violence, wasn't there a chance he could see past her figure and the fact of who she worked for?

But once again that wasn't likely to be the case. Here she was again, creeping down a long carpeted hallway to a fancily appointed apartment door with gilded knockers. And once again she was doing it in her little green outfit, little strings basically tugging her here and there, keeping her privates from spilling out all over, wishing yet again she had the lithe figure of Strawberry or Bikini or... practically anybody.

There it was though, the door slightly ajar. She didn't just storm right in though, how many times had that ever worked? No, she accessed the main alarm panel and patched in using a little wire and rerouting protocol. In a jiffy any watching eyes inside on the security comm were flying blind, and she had the signal patched to control who could at least give her a little guidance over audio, if anybody was even monitoring her mission. No backup for an hour? Skeleton crew with everybody else out doing who-knew what else? Of course. Hopefully her tech and stealth would get her the drop and she could bring him in this time.

She went down to hands and knees and peered in through the bottom of the crack in the door. Nothing. No movement. Princess got up and took a deep breath and entered the room, eyes wide and alert for his presence, her whole body alert in ways she didn't like one bit. Slow steps, that would do it. Nothing to gain with a big frontal assault when she just knew with every fiber of her being he would win. Just the thought of grappling with his strength, their bodies struggling against each other, it was enough to make her weak, and she wasn't even fighting yet.

One more corner to turn. Oh so quietly, pushing her glasses up her nose and running her fingers through her hair before she reached it just so... just so... well, it didn't hurt to look nice did it? Maybe it would give her an edge, was that so unreasonable?
 
She walked around the corner coming face to face with the barrel of an assault shotgun. It was, as expected, and extension of Zach's arm.
"Well hello princess." He chuckled, bending his elbow to pull the gun back and rest it over his shoulder. He was utterly nude, except for a towel around his waist. "Caught me coming out of the shower." He chuckled. "Of course it doesn't seem you're wearing much yourself."
He walked to the bed, sitting down with a grin. "How about we skip the whole mission bit, and admit we both know why you really came."
His eyes flicked over her body as he tossed the towel away, member already standing at attention.
 
When the shotgun barrel suddenly appeared in her face like some great big threatening phallic symbol, Princess actually prided herself just the teeniest bit on the fact she didn't scream. Gasp yes, pout a little in frustration, sure. But at least she didn't scream. She tried to meet his cool chuckle and cold, in-charge teasing with an experienced air of indifference, tried to ignore the threat of the gun, and as his towel slipped aside, that other towering threat as well. It didn't work out, never did. She just wasn't that girl and she knew it. Princess found her eyes flitting back and forth in a really unseemly way between the gun and the cock, both seeming to point right at her, her expression a combination of hunger and fear if that was possible.

She stepped away from the wall, keeping her hands where he could see them, knowing the routine. His eyes roamed over her body, so exposed in her little outfit. He must be disappointed in what he sees, maybe wishing I was one of the others instead. Still her eyes couldn't help fixating on his cock, so hard and thick and long. Was that the reaction of a disappointed man? Or was he just in the shower thinking about one of the others, one of the pretty ones. She pushed her glasses back up, wishing it was because of her.

His words made her cheeks blaze hot, her eyes flitting to the floor a little embarrassed that he knew how she felt about him, wishing she could disappear, not just to avoid getting painfully shot to death, but more to avoid the heat of his knowing, smirking gaze. He sat there on the towel wearing nothing and staring at her, and yet she was the one who felt naked. Princess eyes returned to his, brief detours to his cock and gun as well, trying to make it seem like the glances of a professional threat assessment, but his returning gaze seemed to be having none of her charade. He could see everything plainly on her face, he must. She moaned with embarrassment, and other things.

"Ok, ok... so maybe... maybe yes, you know, yeah..." How was she supposed to speak with that thing pointed at her? And the gun too! "Look, yes, ok, I admit it, so yes let's skip the mission." For now. "Could you put that thing away, please? The gun I mean." She stammered and blushed and tried to hold his knowing gaze with only partial success.
 
He chuckled, tossing the gun aside. "Only because I know you couldn't conceal anything with so much of your lovely body packed into that clothing." He stood, walking to her and planting a kiss on her lips and running his hands up her sides. "You know, you're a bit more solid than the other girls." He smirked. "I like that, you don't whine about it when I fuck you hard."
 
Her head spun a little as he spun her around with his words, sending her spiraling down one way reminding her of her shortcomings, and then making it sound like the highest compliment, that his highest compliment would be she didn't whine from his hard fucking. Princess almost sputtered trying to understand whether she was feeling outrage at his words and tone, or if it really excited her as much as her fluttering insides were telling her. Most importantly though, despite the gun he'd pointed at her, his crude and somewhat insulting manner, Princess did not want to even come close to whining, not now after what he said, not if it would turn his lewd and brutish compliment into a lie. Princess had to bite her lip just to keep from a soft whimper at the way her insides were flip-flopping around as he stared at her, his cock still fully focused on her as well.

But at least he'd thrown away the gun. She couldn't say it put them on even footing, not with her outfit that couldn't hide a thing, as he said -- not a weapon, nor her body's embarrassing reactions to embarrassing situations. And not with how much better he was at fighting than her, how much stronger he was, how much more determined. And sexy. Even unarmed.

Was there anyway to escape this without getting shot? Without escaping too soon, before, things happened? She looked behind her, the door so far away. What if she ran for it? He was naked and sitting down. But he was fast, and she was dressed like this. She thought about him catching her, taking her down, his weight on top of her, and had to bite her lip again as she looked at him. But what if he just took the gun and shot her instead? Why did it always have to feel so hopeless? Why couldn't she have some abilities that let her escape, or have a fair shot like the other girls did sometimes? Or why couldn't she have the kind of body that blinded men with passion, gave her the edge. At best, her body would just get her a hard fucking, that she would have to be careful not to whine about. And then the thought of the hard fucking was all she could think about.

"Is there any chance you could just, let me go? I could promise to turn off the seek code I put on your electronic signature and all of your transactions. I wouldn't even tell anyone." She wouldn't really, not if he didn't make her double super secret swear.
 
"Maybe. But do you really want to leave without having a little fun with the man you know is the only one who enjoys your body?"
He chuckled, running his hands up her belly to rub her breasts. "I love girls with a little bounce to them, the other angels are just so, normal." He planted another kiss on her neck. "Besides, nobody else wanting you keeps you nice and tight for me." He trailed off, a hand sliding into her thong, rubbing over he lower lips.
 
Princess shook her head without even thinking at his first question, her hair moving gently on her back as she answered almost out of instinct. Of course she stopped it immediately, especially as the hidden little barb that he was the only one sunk home, and as she reminded herself that as much as he enjoyed her body, he was also the enemy. She stared back at him with a hurt expression in her eyes, watching him apprehensively as he reached toward her with an entitled little chuckle that was almost insulting.

That was when she should have run. Or used her palm to jam the bridge of his nose back into his brain pan, if she'd even really been one to follow all that training like the others. But his touch on her exposed skin, so slowly caressing her belly, then her breasts, it wouldn't let her. She vaguely decided this was his fault, not hers. He was playing with her breasts, little squeezes and jostles and tugs, and it felt too good to step away from, just having him gaze at her that way, as if she wasn't half as hideous as she thought she was.

The kind words, that kiss on her neck -- why the neck, where she was so sensitive? -- it set her senses tingling and her insides twisting around with a damp heat. He ended the kiss, making her groan, and whispered more words of insult and desire, making her want him and wonder whether she deserved him at the same time. She hated him for making her want him so much. But she couldn't bring herself to act on that hate as his firm hand slipped where it pleased, teasing and stroking her and making her pant as she stood with her legs compliantly parted to let him grope her even more.

She was too embarrassed by the weakness her feelings betrayed to him to answer him directly, with words. She could only answer by standing still, not running away, keeping her arms back where he wouldn't think she was resisting what he wanted and possibly stop, or worse kill her.
 
He moved slowly, pulling his hand back up to remove the strap of her bra, letting her hefty breasts spill out.
"Now see, I think these are just lovely." He cupped them in his hands. "Soft and bounce, with big perky nipples." He gave her nipples a pinch for emphasis.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, patting his lap with a grin. "Why don't you turn around, take off that poor straining thong, and sit on my lap? With your back too me it'll be much easier to play with those luscious breasts of yours."
 
The way he played with her, taking her breasts out so easily, pinching her nipples to an aching, swollen fullness while he appraised her like a piece of meat -- perhaps a fine piece of meat, but a piece of meat nonetheless -- left Princess head buzzing and struggling to remember what she was supposed to focus on. The gun he'd tossed in the corner, his vector and angle of attack to reaching it compared to her own, the astonishingly desirable girth of his own piece of meat right there in his lap, the way he teased her so easily... what was a girl to do?

His grin was lightly taunting yet menacing the way it showed off the strength of his jaw and a certain intensity in his eyes as he stared at her and told her to turn around and more. In her present state, breasts out and on display for him, scarcely in any condition to run or fight with them so exposed, what choice did she have? Princess complied meekly, turning away from him. Then, even with a gnawing anxiety that all her instructors and mission evaluators would frown on her next decision, Princess hooked her thumbs under the taut thin strips of green special green cloth at her pelvis, her uniform, her identity in some ways and perhaps a badge of honor even as its extreme skimpiness also shamed her daily.

With a slow deep breath and a bite of her lower lip to keep herself from getting too jittery, she slowly tugged downward. It slipped away from her far too easily, the feeling of the fabric pulling and sliding from her swollen lips and then exposing them fully to him just too much for her to take without a thoroughly unprofessional and uncalled for noise, and then another moan as the rooms air teased between her legs, making her wetness so obvious to her. The green cloth puddled around her ankles, her naked body now fully on display for him, and turned helpless to even establish a visual with her mark now.

She was completely exposed and vulnerable and if she tried to run from the danger she would probably just trip on the fabric wrapped around her ankles. It was fair to say Princess had now made a complete mess of her mission, and it had made a complete mess of her. So why was she so exhilarated, her pulse pounding as she stood there, the insecure core of herself waiting to see if he really meant it, really expected her to back her naked body up against him, to sit in his lap with that thick monster looming there.
 
He show that he was entirely serious, leaning forward to place his hands of her hips, pulling her slowly, gently into position.
"There we are, you know you want this." He slowly sat her down, one hand moving to line his cock up with her slit, and his other lowered her.
In a heartbeat his thick shaft was pushing into her, spreading her warm, slick walls to make room for the thick meat which filled her.
 
He meant it, if the slow but relentless tug of his powerful hands on her hips meant anything at all. He meant it, meant to have her. She stumbled back with tiny steps as he pulled her all the way, trying not to trip or look like clumsy farm animal in front of him, until looking down she could see one of his knees wedge between hers from behind. He nudged her with that knee, pushing out on the insides of her own knees, bare skin to bare skin, getting her to spread herself enough so his other knee could join its brother in spreading her even more fully as he pulled her back even more.

Princess watched as his muscled thighs emerged from between her own, feeling their power almost rippling against the smooth creamy skin of her own. She felt so ridiculously soft compared to him, like he was the knife and she was butter. The knife sliced further between her legs, until her eyes finally met the unmistakeable handle of the blade, thick, made to grip however she could grip it. His breath was warm on her back as the pull of his hands changed a little, tugging her down on him, the thick head banging at her door again and again until he finally had her just where he wanted her and...

She struggled not to whine but it was at the very least an extremely loud gasp if not a moan that escaped her as he pulled her down with one strong pull, his cock penetrating her lips, finding her wet and ready in a way an enemy spy really ought not to be, but it made the brutal deep thrust that buried him inside of her inevitable and impossible to resist. She was all but sitting in his lap now, with the thick head of his cock standing up tall, buried deep in her belly, holding her in place like the spit holds the meat. She sizzled over his fire and he cooked her now with long firm strokes, finding his rhythm and forcing it on her until it become her own.

Her breath came shallower, more noise than air, each thrust pounding another embarrassing near-whine from her mouth. One arm went under her bouncing breasts, the other reached down to touch his thigh with her fingertips, to feel him, to steady herself. He didn't stop or slow, just pounded her like he wanted to give her the hard fucking he was so fixated on, like a final exam to test she could really take it without whining.

Princess bit her lip and closed her eyes and took it, all of it, over and over.
 
He pulled her down to the hilt on his thick member, bouncing her with one hand on her hip, and the other gripping her ass.
"Such a nice rump you have, far better than your comrades flat asses." He chuckled, moving his hand around and rubbing her clit as he bounced her.
"Mmm, and big girl or not, you've got the tightest, slickest pussy out of all the angels."He chuckled, grasping her hips tightly and starting to drive into her faster.
"I'm going to make you cum, hard, then I'll decide what to do with you." He grinned.
 
Why couldn't he take her without having to insult her at the same time? Princess hated the little chuckle, the comments about her fullness. And then calling her tight, like nobody would ever want to be inside her before, like he thought it was some kind of compliment that she couldn't keep herself from clamping down around him, wet and warm and needier than she cared to admit.

Her moans shared his quickening rhythm, and his threat to make her cum brought a louder moan to her lips, her insides fluttering around a particularly hard and deep thrust. Princess knew he was a man of his word, and the thought alone brought her to the edge, setting her up for the last little shove over the edge. He pounded her again and again, until she was sure she was whining, but he just chuckled and that set her off, her head back, making the most undignified and unprofessional and embarrassing noises a girl on a mission could imagine. She prayed there wasn't any surveillance on them now as she cried out, feeling the pleasure building, and realizing she was going to cum for him just like he said, and just as hard as he'd claimed.
 
He pumped his hips faster, hands moving up to hold her bouncing breasts.
"There you go." He groaned, his cock throbbing hard, and oozing precum in her tight confines.
"Come on Princess, cum for me, you know nobody else will get you this wet, make you beg him for orgasm."
 
His relentless pace, his little growled comments behind, none of it was helping. Princess tried to wrap an arm around her breasts to keep them from bounding so wildly but he was pounding her and rocking her on his lap just too hard.

And it just felt too good.

It was really disturbing, the way he phrased everything, the way he expected her to do all these things... for him. But to beg? "I can't, no way, unnhhhh, now way I'm gonna unhhhhhh, gonna unnnnnnh, gonna beg, no... no... no... NO, can't... no.... can't..... oh.... no... not gonna.... no.... no!..... Ohhhh!!!!... Please.... Oh God... Please.... Yes!!!!... Yes.... ohh!!!" No thought but need. No need but more. As much as he would give her, unable to care beyond the moment, no worry about what he would do after he was done with her.
 
He chuckled. "That's a good girl, I'll give you what you want." He pumped his hips faster than ever, as if he'd been holding back the whole time. He held her by the hips, reaching around and rubbing her clit as he pumped into her. "Come on, cum. You know it's what you've been waiting for since they gave you this mission."
 
Why did he have to call her a good girl, like he was somehow the judge of her? Why did he have to do that? As much as it irked her, it drove her right over the edge as he kept urging he to cum, holding her and rubbing her in the lewdest way possible, like he knew he could do whatever he wanted with her. Princess cried out wordlessly, her head back, eyes squeezed shut, her hair dangling back against him, and then she was grinding her hips and spasming hard with the most intense pleasure imaginable working her over like a lightning bolt. Again and again her insides gripped him wetly, taking him to the hilt and grinding and groaning, cumming exactly like he said. She couldn't even think about weapon placement or escape vectors or probabilities of further conflict. She just took the joy he meted out to her and screamed his name with abandon.
 
He bucked his hips up, burying his cock deeply into her as she came around his shaft.
"It's too bad..." He groaned, as his cock loosing a hot spurt of cum inside her.
"I just can't let you go." In a flash he had his left arm around her throat, holding her. There came the sound of metal on leather, a blade being drawn.
"I look forward to seeing you again princess." With a jerk of his right arm, he drove a long blade into her back, the end sticking from her chest, right between her breasts.
"Not that I won't enjoy this as well." He chuckled, still cumming as he pulled the blade free with a little twist, blood pulsing from the wounds on her chest and back with each beat of her quickly weakening heart.
He still continued spilling cum into her pussy, even as the last of her life spilled out.
 
Princess felt his power surging into her, driving her higher, yes, exactly what she had hoped for, she admitted it to herself at least, if not to him. She was still groaning, her eyes glazed, head tossed back and lost in passion as he murmured to her from behind as he came in her.

Too bad? Can't let her go, but, but of course he could let her go.... Oh God no. She heard it but too late. She tried to twist but impaled on his cock with her legs spread wide over his lap, naked without anything to work with, she was all but helpless against his cruel blade. Princess felt it drive into her back, deep, as deep as his cock still pulsing inside her, until he cut all the way through her and the tip poked out between her breasts. Oh God.

Princess moaned and then gurgled, her arms to weak to fight him, her moans of passion mixed with wet little gasps of pain and the slowly descending shroud of darkness coming to take her. He must have slashed something important. All she could feel was the blade and his cock, last sensations etched on her mind, the hopeful doubts the technology would be enough to erase all this pinging around in her head as the lights slowly went out behind her eyes. She slumped backward against him, blood dripping down her chest and back, his cum leaking from her pussy, eyes open as she felt him still pumping her, holding her, not letting her go. He couldn't let her go. That would have to be good enough for Princess as she died silently in his arms.
 
He chuckled, shoving her off onto the floor and picking up the phone.
"Get the cleaners here soon, they'll want to get her before she's even cold."
He smirked, nudging her lifeless form with his foot.
(Which girl should be next?)
 
Alex Winters stormed out of the office building and straight to her car. It had taken 30 minutes of screaming at him to get the mission assigned to her but she was not about to let the bastard who did that to Samantha get away with it. The prick was hers!

She took the info on the ride over. Sam's transponder info established a last-known for her, at least last known while her telemetry showed signs of life. Alex couldn't even think about what they did to her poor friend in the other locations they dragged her to after killing her. But she would find out after this first mission for sure. She was making an avenging angel stop at each and every one of them. But this first mission was the one she had to have. The bastard played with Sam's emotions, knew perfectly well how the poor girl felt about him, used her and then killed her. Sam was going to give him a bullet to a different joint or vital organ for every one of Sam's tears!

Aerial surveillance and electronic tracking of entries and exits to the building established he hadn't left with the Vanguard extraction team that had taken Sam. It seemed he was still there.

Bikini, her knife checked and at the ready on her thigh, sprang lightly from her car and surveyed the building. Princess would obviously have taken this mission head on. It's would have been expected. But Princess didn't have the same options Bikini did. She reviewed the layout in her head, squinted at the building for a minute, and then made a deft leap atop a garbage bin and then up to a drain pipe. She shimmied up the drain pipe for 2 floors. Then she did a finger hang from the crumbling concrete ledge under a 3rd story window to reach a cable conduit which she checked with a tug. Solid. She climbed the cable, using it like a mountaineer uses rope, until she was breathing just the tiniest bit harder and peering into a 6th floor window. Bingo!

She hauled herself up and vaulted through the conveniently open window -- didn't even have to bother unlocking it or breaking it! Luck is on my side today, she though. Bikini landed low and light on her feet in the middle of a carpet. She could see the bastard's stupid haircut over the top of a comfortable chair as he sat stupidly facing away from the window. This was going to be a walk in the park!

"Ok, Muscles-for-Brains! I'm here to finish what my friend started, and punish you for the way you treated her. Get up, so I can put you down, like a dog!" She probably should have put a knife through his spine straightaway while she had the surprise on him, but he had to pay.
 
(Sorry for this tiny post, but I have something in mind and I cant really post much without godmodding.)
He didn't move and inch, simply sitting in his chair, facing the television.
 
"Ok, chicken boy, you'd rather go out like a little pussy than like a man? Fine with me." Bikini's senses were on heightened overdrive, alert for any movement or twitch from him as she drew the knife from the tight sheath against her leg, loving the sound of it coming free in her grip. She stalked him, slowly shifting around the chair, facing him the whole time, prepared for any sudden movement.

She came around the wing of the chair, wanting to see his eyes first, wanting him to know who did it, and to see the lights go out as she twisted it deep in his guts.
 
She found only Princess's bloody corpse, a wig set upon her head.
The came a loud bang, a shotgun slug blowing through her abdomen. A bloody wound, with time it would certainly kill her, but it wouldn't be swift.
He stepped out from a side room, grinning and reloading the shotgun.
"You'd best just drop the knife."
 
Bikini's eyes had to go wide in surprise very fast because that was all the time she had to stare at poor Princess's bloodied corpse, lying there staring back at her with sightless eyes. The sudden blast and the force of the slug hitting her in the abdomen just added injury to insult. She looked down in disbelief, staggering to stay upright and touching her abdomen, fingers coming up red.

It hurt, hurt so bad, but Bikini knew how to ignore pain. Prioritize. She would need trauma care, that was for sure. But she had some time before things got dicey and an asshole to kill first. The voice from the side room gave him away, Bikini's mental map snapping into place. She did a jump turn, landing low with her knife out and ready to feint. The turn used her core and it made her abdomen blaze in pain it was hard to keep ignoring, but Bikini just ignored it, grimacing and grunting, but focusing on revenge for Princess, and now for herself as well. There was a feeling of blood trickling down her side and over her bikini bottom, but that didn't matter. Not until it started weakening her too much to lift her knife at least.

"I'll drop it on what's left of your bleeding carcass, when I'm good and done with it, thank you." Bikini let her grimace transition easily into a gritted look of determination, let her grunt of pain turn into a threatened growl. She stayed low, knees bent, leg muscles and knife muscles and brain all still working just fine for killing. "Unless you want to surrender and shoot yourself in the balls to save me the trouble. Either way, consider your manhood, and the rest of you, under threat for what you did to my friend."
 
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