The ASSassin: The Room of Doom #2
Yesterday, we left Agent 78 triumphant after easily dispatching Gerald Hailsham, a 94 year old duplicitous MI6 spymaster in a hotel room in Bulgaria to become known as 'The Room of Doom'
We rejoin her, just moments later, awaiting her next target to arrive...
The ASSassin: The Room Of Doom #2
"So my first kill will be a traitorous old British fart huh?" Agent 78 nodded as she sat in her handler's office in the Geneva HQ "OK, that's easy enough" she smiled, adding "You know my track record in that regard"
"Once you've taken out Gerald Hailsham," her handler began "Well, that's when the game really starts. You see, we've convinced several agencies - the SVR, the CIA and MI6 - that we've not only got Hailsham's bag of secrets but we're also happy to part with them too, for a price"
"Oh" she nodded, settling her plump posterior back in the chair, her wide booty shelf squashed comfortably against its leather seat which she'd warmed considerably during her briefing. "You want me to take out a Russian, an American and a Brit immediately after?"
"Indeed. As far as they're concerned they're meeting you to purchase Gerald's secrets. Little will they realise that we want to keep the secrets, take their money and take them out of the game"
Agent 78 nodded. She looked calm and composed but she was acutely aware that this was a risky proposition. Meeting her handler's eye she ensured that she looked like the right girl for the job "So whose up after the not-so-great-granddaddy?"
Her handler opened up the buff manilla folder upon the desk and proceeded to read out the details of her next target that day...
Now, Agent 78 opened the door to meet that target.
"How do you do," a toothy bespectacled young woman in her mid 20s cheerily proclaimed, offering Agent 78 her hand "Lucy Manningham-Bowles. Well Lucinda really, but I prefer Lucy" she explained, snorting a laugh. With her free hand she pushed her delicate black framed glasses further up the bridge of her nose and looked from left to right to ensure they weren't being overheard or observed in the hotel corridor "MI6" she whispered.
Scorpio immediately assessed the young girl before her and realised she had never met anyone in the field quite like her before. She was so green she was positively a meadow! A slender individual, she was dressed in a light tan suit with a crisp white shirt that failed to hide the pleasing contours of her firm little breasts. She wore her long blonde her up in a French pleat at the back and had a sharp nose sprinkled with faint freckles and a prominent overbite; features that put Agent 78 in mind of a horse, with that snorting laugh doing little to diminish that impression either. Despite this, she was very cute and her cut glass accent was both amusing to Scorpio's ears and thrilling to her pussy.
If she paused for a second she might feel bad about having to dispose of such a friendly, eager to please young innocent. But this was business and a big girl had to do what a big girl had to do.
Too bad for you, Lucy Manningham-Bowles.
"It's clear to see you're Agent 78" the British agent remarked once inside the hotel room, gesturing to the wide hips before her. Her eyes were almost on stalks - Agent 78 had remained dressed in just bra and pants. "They really do do things bigger in America don't they?" she guffawed in admiration.
"And better" she winked, taking a seat on the bed. "I believe you have something for me, Miss Manningham-Bowles"
"Oh call me Lucy" the girl said, removing the trim black suitcase from under her arm "Everyone does"
"Gee thanks Lucy" Agent 78 replied, rising up off her haunches to take the case from her.
But Lucy wasn't that naive "Ah-ha" she crowed, rolling her head from side to side. "I need to know you have the merch first, sweetie"
"Of course" Agent 78 said, setting her heavy buttocks back down upon the bed - the mattress groaning and the floorboards creaking as she did. Reaching back behind her ample frame, she patted at Gerald Hailsham's suitcase. "I think everything MI6 want is in here"
Lucy walked towards the bed and watched as she opened the case. Her eyes widened at the sight of the documents, photographs and memory sticks, the former spymaster had plundered down the years and she let out a low whistle "Gosh," she snorted "The rotten old man had been busy hadn't he?" Turning to meet Agent 78's bright green eyes she handed her case over to her and watched as she checked that all the money was there. Finally she asked "And you have his whereabouts for me?"
This was the next stage in the double-cross; once she had shown them the documents they so desired, Agent 78 had to convince each agent that she was prepared to welch on the deal made with the old British traitor and hand him over to them.
"Oh yes. Trust me, he's very nearby" she remarked with a surprisingly straight face. Nearer than you think toots, she thought to herself. He's in the john.
"Excellent" Lucy nodded, taking a breath.
Putting their respective cases down, Agent 78 sensed some hesitation in her reply. "Everything OK?"
The young girl's pleasant open features changed to a small grimace "Thing is...this is my first wet job"
A wet job was the term used for assassinations. Agent 78 raised an eyebrow "Your first?"
The girl nodded, explaining "My boss F said it would be easy for me, him being one foot in the grave already. I mean he's 94, it's hardly likely he's going to put up much of a fight now is it?"
"You got that right" she replied, thinking back to the easy two minutes work he had afforded her just moments earlier. Sensing Lucy's quizzical bemusement at this slip, Agent 78 quickly followed it up with "How are you planning on doing it?"
"Oh just something simple you know, like strangulation" And with that she brought her hands up, along with her knee and mimicked wrapping wire around someone's throat and pressing the knee into the small of the back. She curled her lip and bared her teeth as she did, looking quite cute but ultimately foolish to the great Scorpio's eyes. Sensing this, the young agent stopped with her mime and gave a little shrug "Well we're not all blessed with a natural lethal weapon at our rear," she remarked adding "Is all that really true? I mean, I've read your file yeah, but... do you really kill with your....well, your..." she paused, s****ering at the thought of something Nanny no doubt always taught her to be rude; the human body "Your...arse?"
Agent 78 waited for that snorting laugh to die down before replying with a laconic half smile "It's true"
"Wow!" she scoffed, eyes wide. "I just thought it was all like...legend, a myth, you know?"
Agent 78 got to her feet, making Lucy step back a little. She performed a little twirl and heard the British agent gasp and marvel at her vast wobbling bottom as she peeled off her knickers and let them drop to the floor.
"Baby's got back!" Lucy giggled, like an excitable and easily amused ***. Her toothy mouth downturned into sad envy "There's no way I could do what you do" she lamented, turning around and lifting up the flaps of her jacket to reveal a peachy little bottom "I mean just look at that? Not enough to fill a chair let alone end a life!"
"It's not just about the size" Agent 78 replied "It's about the strength. All you do is sit on them and make sure they can't get up from under you and, sure enough, pretty soon, they can't" She clicked her podgy fingers "Game over"
"Really?"
A thought occurred to Agent 78. It was cruel yes but, in her favour, it would be quick and easy. "Sure. I mean, I could show you if you like?"
"You would?" she gasped "I mean you'd show me?" Her face fell from excitement to mild suspicion. "Oh wait...hang on...."
Reading her mind, Scorpio raised her hands "I just mean roleplay of course," she swiftly replied. "It's not like I'm gonna kill you" she laughed...and lied.
"Well of course not" Lucy smiled "I mean we are allies after all, right?"
"Right" Agent 78 returned the smile, hoping she was a good liar.
"Well yeah, in that case. I'd love you too!" Lucy Manningham-Bowles broke out into a big toothy grin and clapped her hands excitedly together. "Oh what larks!"
"You really wanna do this?"
"Yes! God yes!" she hurriedly answered, already removing her jacket and heading towards the bed "To learn from the best...I mean, I can't pass on that opportunity, right?" She patted at the bed "Here OK?"
"Well if you're sure?" Agent 78 shrugged. It was like taking candy from a babe. She almost felt sorry for the nice young girl for tricking her so.
Almost.
She watched as Lucy excitedly got herself into position, lying flat upon the bed.
"Oh here hun," Agent 78 said gesturing to her own face "Let me take your glasses, don't wanna break them now do you?"
"Oh gosh, yes" she chuckled, taking them off and passing them up to the standing Agent 78 towering over her. "Thank you"
She blinked a few times, focusing on the ceiling and trying to get her eyes to adjust to the change when she felt the mattress shift and groan and her nimble body sliding down slightly as Agent 78 wedged a chubby knee onto the bed.
"Hhhhere we goooo" the American heaved, getting into position. Her acres of flab slapped together with the movement, rocking backwards and forwards like waves on the ocean as she passed a tree trunk like thigh over Lucy's slim body.
"OH.MY.DAYS!" Lucy snorted as Agent 78's legendary cellulite swathed fleshy mountains of ass hove into view. Even from here, she could smell the powerful scent of her bum - a scent of sweat, pussy juice and just a hint of stale excrement. Even from here the warmth radiated towards her like the clammy breeze that comes through the tunnels on the underground station she attends every morning to get the tube train down to MI6 HQ. "Just....like....WOW!" she exclaimed breathlessly, unable to stop giggling at the imposing awe-inspiring sight before her. Unable to resist any longer, Lucy brought her hands up to grasp at Scorpio's succulent, opulent thighs and proceeded to pat and shake gently watching with delight at the wobbling motion that even a small gesture like that set about. "Phew!" she breathed, her tongue pressing up against the back of her prominent front teeth. "And this is the last thing people see yeah?"
"Oh yeah, it is" Agent 78 cooed over her shoulder, just biding her time. She hoped Lucy was enjoying the show, because the curtain was about to come down.
"Incredible" the MI6 agent sighed, beginning to feel the strain of having Scorpio's thighs planted either side of her ribs. It felt like she was placed rather precariously in a large tight vice made of abundant wobbling flesh. She wriggled slightly, trying to get a little more comfortable when a thought occurred to her, causing her to cry out "Oh wait, I get it! I see what you're doing!"
Agent 78 stalled. Had she been rumbled?
"You start squeezing them with your thighs yeah? Applying pressure like you're doing to me?"
She could barely disguise the laughter and bowed her head, her hair falling forward "Um that's right honey"
"I see what you mean" she breathed, grunting softly at the restrictive power of the thighs which cut into her. "So what do you do next?" she innocently asked, eager to learn "I mean, what happens now?"
Well, Agent 78 reasoned, she did ask.
"THIS!"
No sooner had Agent 78 yelled her reply than she thrust her massive ass down hard onto Lucy's poor unwitting face, chipping and dislodging one of her cute buckteeth instantly.
Completely smothered, Lucy immediately began to panic and her thin little legs began to kick, jerk and wheel at an alarming rapid pace as hands which had so gently massaged Scorpio's thighs and buttocks in awe were now grabbing and scratching, taking great lumps of flab in their palms as she fought for her life.
"Sorry," Agent 78 called out above Lucy's moans and frightened whimpers, glancing down to see that her exertions had caused her trousers to slip around her trim hips to reveal just a hint of a flowery thong "But you won't be killing your traitor. Though you will be meeting him soon enough!" Her pussy grew damper and damper at the thought of another easy target taken down by her unique ass.
"Mmmmmmmmpppppppppph!" Lucy wailed, muffled by pockets of cellulite pocked buttock as they poured into the young British agent's mouth. "Pwwwwweeeeeeeeeeefffffffff!" Her hands went to Agent 78's face and the American dodged, automatically expecting a punch or slap from her, before realising the young agent actually had her fingers crossed - like a *********** playing a game, she was asking for mercy and time out.
She smiled ruefully, chuckled and shook her head. She had no idea. "I'm sorry hun, but orders are orders and to be honest, I don't think you were cut out for this kind of work...so in a way I guess I'm doing you a favour!"
"Nmmmmmmmmppppppppppppphhhhhhhh!" she continued to protest, her lungs busting with each wail that terrifyingly despite the vast effort came out terribly muted because of the immense suffocating pressure of Scorpio's deadly ass. Panic rose within her body and her hands slapped repeatedly into Agent 78's bountiful calves so much so that, as each palm stingingly smacked at her copious flesh, it sounded like she was receiving a standing ovation for her skilled method of murder. Her pussy was slick wet now and her hand immediately went to explore herself beneath her bulging belly.
Brrrrrrpppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppptttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
"Ooof!" Agent 78 grunted, surprised by the heavy power of her own explosive fart. She watched as Lucy's breasts bucked forward, her back arching up painfully from the onslaught of her gases.
"Ummmph" Lucy whimpered, before slumping back down upon the mattress.
"I guess you didn't like that huh?" Agent 78 asked, though she knew full well she could never receive an intelligible answer - not whilst her hefty ass was on Lucy's face. "Well if you just give it up and go, you won't have to put up with them OK?"
Lucy's heels kicked frantically into the bed like a *** having a tantrum. Clearly, she did not want to go anywhere.
Agent 78 sighed and disgorged another ripplingly luscious large fart right into her face.
Bllllaaaaaaabbbbbbaaaarppppppppppppppaaaaaattttttttttaaaaaattttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
"Mhmphhhhhhhughughughawwwwwwwwwwk!" came the wail as once again Agent 78's farts assaulted her. She gazed impassionately down at the young girl's chest wall and trim tummy as it rose and fell, desperate for air....air that was in dangerously short supply.
Not long now.
Her arms flailed around, dropping slightly away from Scorpio's superabundant obese body so that she was now essentially just waving from left to right across her own chest. Her legs were slowing down too.
Yes not long now at all.
"Do it for your Queen and Country, Lucy" Agent 78 softly advised, gushing from her groin. "Just let go"
Suddenly, almost taking her by surprise, the young girl's death rattle roared up into her ass crack.
"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmmmppppppppppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
And with that her limbs flopped down and her heart stopped beating.
Vvvrrrrraaaaaappppppppppppplllllllllllllllllllllllllllfffffffffftttttttttttttttttttttt
Stretching out, Agent 78 cautiously heaved herself off the young girl's corpse and gazed sadly down at her features. Her eyes were half open/half closed and her false eyelashes had come loose, but she had a curious smile upon her lips, even if one of her large front teeth was now obviously loose and bent backwards onto her slightly lolling tongue.
"I guess you still kinda enjoyed it even up to the end huh?" Agent 78 smiled before, sighing, she yanked the slim body of the dead jolly hockey sticks girl up off the bed and carried her, in a fireman's lift, towards the bathroom; her peachy little ass bouncing upon her shoulder as that flowery thong continued to become visible.
She kicked open the door with the heel of her shoe and immediately looked down towards Gerald in the bathtub. "Here you go you old fuck; you're British, she's British. Shame you're both dead 'cos I guess you'd have lots to talk about. Like how you cheated on your shared country and how she was gonna kill you for it"
She dropped Lucy, who hardly weighed a thing, without any consideration into the bath alongside the dead old man, pausing to attend to a loose curl of blonde hair that fell across Lucy's face from the drop.
"Aww" she murmured "You were a cute little thing" She leaned in to plant a kiss on her cheek, sniffing in the smell of her farts that still clung to her face "But you were the dumbest person I ever met! You couldn't see what was literally right in your face!"
Chuckling she waddled her way back into the room and collected the case full of cash, taking it into the bathroom for sake keeping and away from the prying eyes of her next targets. Setting it down near the sink, she was about to go when a sudden impulse, and the thought of both that flowery thong and the smile that Lucy Manningham-Bowles wore in death, prompted her to go over to her corpse and unfasten those tan coloured trousers.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, suddenly realising why she may have been so keen to have her on top of her and why she died with a smile on her face.
The gusset of that wispy flowery thong was soaked.
"Well...maybe I'm the dumb one after all?" she reflected, before going back into the room and closing the door behind her. Once inside, she picked up the dead female agent's glasses. Placing them on herself, she admired how she looked in the mirror, tilting her head from left to right before sighing softly "Two down, two to go"
To be continued...
We rejoin her, just moments later, awaiting her next target to arrive...
The ASSassin: The Room Of Doom #2
"So my first kill will be a traitorous old British fart huh?" Agent 78 nodded as she sat in her handler's office in the Geneva HQ "OK, that's easy enough" she smiled, adding "You know my track record in that regard"
"Once you've taken out Gerald Hailsham," her handler began "Well, that's when the game really starts. You see, we've convinced several agencies - the SVR, the CIA and MI6 - that we've not only got Hailsham's bag of secrets but we're also happy to part with them too, for a price"
"Oh" she nodded, settling her plump posterior back in the chair, her wide booty shelf squashed comfortably against its leather seat which she'd warmed considerably during her briefing. "You want me to take out a Russian, an American and a Brit immediately after?"
"Indeed. As far as they're concerned they're meeting you to purchase Gerald's secrets. Little will they realise that we want to keep the secrets, take their money and take them out of the game"
Agent 78 nodded. She looked calm and composed but she was acutely aware that this was a risky proposition. Meeting her handler's eye she ensured that she looked like the right girl for the job "So whose up after the not-so-great-granddaddy?"
Her handler opened up the buff manilla folder upon the desk and proceeded to read out the details of her next target that day...
Now, Agent 78 opened the door to meet that target.
"How do you do," a toothy bespectacled young woman in her mid 20s cheerily proclaimed, offering Agent 78 her hand "Lucy Manningham-Bowles. Well Lucinda really, but I prefer Lucy" she explained, snorting a laugh. With her free hand she pushed her delicate black framed glasses further up the bridge of her nose and looked from left to right to ensure they weren't being overheard or observed in the hotel corridor "MI6" she whispered.
Scorpio immediately assessed the young girl before her and realised she had never met anyone in the field quite like her before. She was so green she was positively a meadow! A slender individual, she was dressed in a light tan suit with a crisp white shirt that failed to hide the pleasing contours of her firm little breasts. She wore her long blonde her up in a French pleat at the back and had a sharp nose sprinkled with faint freckles and a prominent overbite; features that put Agent 78 in mind of a horse, with that snorting laugh doing little to diminish that impression either. Despite this, she was very cute and her cut glass accent was both amusing to Scorpio's ears and thrilling to her pussy.
If she paused for a second she might feel bad about having to dispose of such a friendly, eager to please young innocent. But this was business and a big girl had to do what a big girl had to do.
Too bad for you, Lucy Manningham-Bowles.
"It's clear to see you're Agent 78" the British agent remarked once inside the hotel room, gesturing to the wide hips before her. Her eyes were almost on stalks - Agent 78 had remained dressed in just bra and pants. "They really do do things bigger in America don't they?" she guffawed in admiration.
"And better" she winked, taking a seat on the bed. "I believe you have something for me, Miss Manningham-Bowles"
"Oh call me Lucy" the girl said, removing the trim black suitcase from under her arm "Everyone does"
"Gee thanks Lucy" Agent 78 replied, rising up off her haunches to take the case from her.
But Lucy wasn't that naive "Ah-ha" she crowed, rolling her head from side to side. "I need to know you have the merch first, sweetie"
"Of course" Agent 78 said, setting her heavy buttocks back down upon the bed - the mattress groaning and the floorboards creaking as she did. Reaching back behind her ample frame, she patted at Gerald Hailsham's suitcase. "I think everything MI6 want is in here"
Lucy walked towards the bed and watched as she opened the case. Her eyes widened at the sight of the documents, photographs and memory sticks, the former spymaster had plundered down the years and she let out a low whistle "Gosh," she snorted "The rotten old man had been busy hadn't he?" Turning to meet Agent 78's bright green eyes she handed her case over to her and watched as she checked that all the money was there. Finally she asked "And you have his whereabouts for me?"
This was the next stage in the double-cross; once she had shown them the documents they so desired, Agent 78 had to convince each agent that she was prepared to welch on the deal made with the old British traitor and hand him over to them.
"Oh yes. Trust me, he's very nearby" she remarked with a surprisingly straight face. Nearer than you think toots, she thought to herself. He's in the john.
"Excellent" Lucy nodded, taking a breath.
Putting their respective cases down, Agent 78 sensed some hesitation in her reply. "Everything OK?"
The young girl's pleasant open features changed to a small grimace "Thing is...this is my first wet job"
A wet job was the term used for assassinations. Agent 78 raised an eyebrow "Your first?"
The girl nodded, explaining "My boss F said it would be easy for me, him being one foot in the grave already. I mean he's 94, it's hardly likely he's going to put up much of a fight now is it?"
"You got that right" she replied, thinking back to the easy two minutes work he had afforded her just moments earlier. Sensing Lucy's quizzical bemusement at this slip, Agent 78 quickly followed it up with "How are you planning on doing it?"
"Oh just something simple you know, like strangulation" And with that she brought her hands up, along with her knee and mimicked wrapping wire around someone's throat and pressing the knee into the small of the back. She curled her lip and bared her teeth as she did, looking quite cute but ultimately foolish to the great Scorpio's eyes. Sensing this, the young agent stopped with her mime and gave a little shrug "Well we're not all blessed with a natural lethal weapon at our rear," she remarked adding "Is all that really true? I mean, I've read your file yeah, but... do you really kill with your....well, your..." she paused, s****ering at the thought of something Nanny no doubt always taught her to be rude; the human body "Your...arse?"
Agent 78 waited for that snorting laugh to die down before replying with a laconic half smile "It's true"
"Wow!" she scoffed, eyes wide. "I just thought it was all like...legend, a myth, you know?"
Agent 78 got to her feet, making Lucy step back a little. She performed a little twirl and heard the British agent gasp and marvel at her vast wobbling bottom as she peeled off her knickers and let them drop to the floor.
"Baby's got back!" Lucy giggled, like an excitable and easily amused ***. Her toothy mouth downturned into sad envy "There's no way I could do what you do" she lamented, turning around and lifting up the flaps of her jacket to reveal a peachy little bottom "I mean just look at that? Not enough to fill a chair let alone end a life!"
"It's not just about the size" Agent 78 replied "It's about the strength. All you do is sit on them and make sure they can't get up from under you and, sure enough, pretty soon, they can't" She clicked her podgy fingers "Game over"
"Really?"
A thought occurred to Agent 78. It was cruel yes but, in her favour, it would be quick and easy. "Sure. I mean, I could show you if you like?"
"You would?" she gasped "I mean you'd show me?" Her face fell from excitement to mild suspicion. "Oh wait...hang on...."
Reading her mind, Scorpio raised her hands "I just mean roleplay of course," she swiftly replied. "It's not like I'm gonna kill you" she laughed...and lied.
"Well of course not" Lucy smiled "I mean we are allies after all, right?"
"Right" Agent 78 returned the smile, hoping she was a good liar.
"Well yeah, in that case. I'd love you too!" Lucy Manningham-Bowles broke out into a big toothy grin and clapped her hands excitedly together. "Oh what larks!"
"You really wanna do this?"
"Yes! God yes!" she hurriedly answered, already removing her jacket and heading towards the bed "To learn from the best...I mean, I can't pass on that opportunity, right?" She patted at the bed "Here OK?"
"Well if you're sure?" Agent 78 shrugged. It was like taking candy from a babe. She almost felt sorry for the nice young girl for tricking her so.
Almost.
She watched as Lucy excitedly got herself into position, lying flat upon the bed.
"Oh here hun," Agent 78 said gesturing to her own face "Let me take your glasses, don't wanna break them now do you?"
"Oh gosh, yes" she chuckled, taking them off and passing them up to the standing Agent 78 towering over her. "Thank you"
She blinked a few times, focusing on the ceiling and trying to get her eyes to adjust to the change when she felt the mattress shift and groan and her nimble body sliding down slightly as Agent 78 wedged a chubby knee onto the bed.
"Hhhhere we goooo" the American heaved, getting into position. Her acres of flab slapped together with the movement, rocking backwards and forwards like waves on the ocean as she passed a tree trunk like thigh over Lucy's slim body.
"OH.MY.DAYS!" Lucy snorted as Agent 78's legendary cellulite swathed fleshy mountains of ass hove into view. Even from here, she could smell the powerful scent of her bum - a scent of sweat, pussy juice and just a hint of stale excrement. Even from here the warmth radiated towards her like the clammy breeze that comes through the tunnels on the underground station she attends every morning to get the tube train down to MI6 HQ. "Just....like....WOW!" she exclaimed breathlessly, unable to stop giggling at the imposing awe-inspiring sight before her. Unable to resist any longer, Lucy brought her hands up to grasp at Scorpio's succulent, opulent thighs and proceeded to pat and shake gently watching with delight at the wobbling motion that even a small gesture like that set about. "Phew!" she breathed, her tongue pressing up against the back of her prominent front teeth. "And this is the last thing people see yeah?"
"Oh yeah, it is" Agent 78 cooed over her shoulder, just biding her time. She hoped Lucy was enjoying the show, because the curtain was about to come down.
"Incredible" the MI6 agent sighed, beginning to feel the strain of having Scorpio's thighs planted either side of her ribs. It felt like she was placed rather precariously in a large tight vice made of abundant wobbling flesh. She wriggled slightly, trying to get a little more comfortable when a thought occurred to her, causing her to cry out "Oh wait, I get it! I see what you're doing!"
Agent 78 stalled. Had she been rumbled?
"You start squeezing them with your thighs yeah? Applying pressure like you're doing to me?"
She could barely disguise the laughter and bowed her head, her hair falling forward "Um that's right honey"
"I see what you mean" she breathed, grunting softly at the restrictive power of the thighs which cut into her. "So what do you do next?" she innocently asked, eager to learn "I mean, what happens now?"
Well, Agent 78 reasoned, she did ask.
"THIS!"
No sooner had Agent 78 yelled her reply than she thrust her massive ass down hard onto Lucy's poor unwitting face, chipping and dislodging one of her cute buckteeth instantly.
Completely smothered, Lucy immediately began to panic and her thin little legs began to kick, jerk and wheel at an alarming rapid pace as hands which had so gently massaged Scorpio's thighs and buttocks in awe were now grabbing and scratching, taking great lumps of flab in their palms as she fought for her life.
"Sorry," Agent 78 called out above Lucy's moans and frightened whimpers, glancing down to see that her exertions had caused her trousers to slip around her trim hips to reveal just a hint of a flowery thong "But you won't be killing your traitor. Though you will be meeting him soon enough!" Her pussy grew damper and damper at the thought of another easy target taken down by her unique ass.
"Mmmmmmmmpppppppppph!" Lucy wailed, muffled by pockets of cellulite pocked buttock as they poured into the young British agent's mouth. "Pwwwwweeeeeeeeeeefffffffff!" Her hands went to Agent 78's face and the American dodged, automatically expecting a punch or slap from her, before realising the young agent actually had her fingers crossed - like a *********** playing a game, she was asking for mercy and time out.
She smiled ruefully, chuckled and shook her head. She had no idea. "I'm sorry hun, but orders are orders and to be honest, I don't think you were cut out for this kind of work...so in a way I guess I'm doing you a favour!"
"Nmmmmmmmmppppppppppppphhhhhhhh!" she continued to protest, her lungs busting with each wail that terrifyingly despite the vast effort came out terribly muted because of the immense suffocating pressure of Scorpio's deadly ass. Panic rose within her body and her hands slapped repeatedly into Agent 78's bountiful calves so much so that, as each palm stingingly smacked at her copious flesh, it sounded like she was receiving a standing ovation for her skilled method of murder. Her pussy was slick wet now and her hand immediately went to explore herself beneath her bulging belly.
Brrrrrrpppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppptttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
"Ooof!" Agent 78 grunted, surprised by the heavy power of her own explosive fart. She watched as Lucy's breasts bucked forward, her back arching up painfully from the onslaught of her gases.
"Ummmph" Lucy whimpered, before slumping back down upon the mattress.
"I guess you didn't like that huh?" Agent 78 asked, though she knew full well she could never receive an intelligible answer - not whilst her hefty ass was on Lucy's face. "Well if you just give it up and go, you won't have to put up with them OK?"
Lucy's heels kicked frantically into the bed like a *** having a tantrum. Clearly, she did not want to go anywhere.
Agent 78 sighed and disgorged another ripplingly luscious large fart right into her face.
Bllllaaaaaaabbbbbbaaaarppppppppppppppaaaaaattttttttttaaaaaattttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
"Mhmphhhhhhhughughughawwwwwwwwwwk!" came the wail as once again Agent 78's farts assaulted her. She gazed impassionately down at the young girl's chest wall and trim tummy as it rose and fell, desperate for air....air that was in dangerously short supply.
Not long now.
Her arms flailed around, dropping slightly away from Scorpio's superabundant obese body so that she was now essentially just waving from left to right across her own chest. Her legs were slowing down too.
Yes not long now at all.
"Do it for your Queen and Country, Lucy" Agent 78 softly advised, gushing from her groin. "Just let go"
Suddenly, almost taking her by surprise, the young girl's death rattle roared up into her ass crack.
"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmmmppppppppppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
And with that her limbs flopped down and her heart stopped beating.
Vvvrrrrraaaaaappppppppppppplllllllllllllllllllllllllllfffffffffftttttttttttttttttttttt
Stretching out, Agent 78 cautiously heaved herself off the young girl's corpse and gazed sadly down at her features. Her eyes were half open/half closed and her false eyelashes had come loose, but she had a curious smile upon her lips, even if one of her large front teeth was now obviously loose and bent backwards onto her slightly lolling tongue.
"I guess you still kinda enjoyed it even up to the end huh?" Agent 78 smiled before, sighing, she yanked the slim body of the dead jolly hockey sticks girl up off the bed and carried her, in a fireman's lift, towards the bathroom; her peachy little ass bouncing upon her shoulder as that flowery thong continued to become visible.
She kicked open the door with the heel of her shoe and immediately looked down towards Gerald in the bathtub. "Here you go you old fuck; you're British, she's British. Shame you're both dead 'cos I guess you'd have lots to talk about. Like how you cheated on your shared country and how she was gonna kill you for it"
She dropped Lucy, who hardly weighed a thing, without any consideration into the bath alongside the dead old man, pausing to attend to a loose curl of blonde hair that fell across Lucy's face from the drop.
"Aww" she murmured "You were a cute little thing" She leaned in to plant a kiss on her cheek, sniffing in the smell of her farts that still clung to her face "But you were the dumbest person I ever met! You couldn't see what was literally right in your face!"
Chuckling she waddled her way back into the room and collected the case full of cash, taking it into the bathroom for sake keeping and away from the prying eyes of her next targets. Setting it down near the sink, she was about to go when a sudden impulse, and the thought of both that flowery thong and the smile that Lucy Manningham-Bowles wore in death, prompted her to go over to her corpse and unfasten those tan coloured trousers.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, suddenly realising why she may have been so keen to have her on top of her and why she died with a smile on her face.
The gusset of that wispy flowery thong was soaked.
"Well...maybe I'm the dumb one after all?" she reflected, before going back into the room and closing the door behind her. Once inside, she picked up the dead female agent's glasses. Placing them on herself, she admired how she looked in the mirror, tilting her head from left to right before sighing softly "Two down, two to go"
To be continued...
10年前
