The ASSassin: The Room of Doom #3
Next up, Agent 78's massive ass is put into action against a Russian whose name suggests he may have a fondness for it!
The ASSassin: The Room Of Doom #3
"Once you've disposed of the young MI6 agent the next target for you to deal with, Agent 78, is a cold and ruthless Russian SVR agent by the name of Ivan Abutusniv"
Agent 78 could well recall the big belly laugh she guffawed on hearing the name of her next hit. "I-vanna-butt-to-sniff?" she phonetically replied through much giggling that clearly did not amuse her handler. "Oh I'll give him a butt to sniff alright, though I'm not sure he'll really want it when he finds out it'll take him down"
"When you've quite finished, Agent 78..." her handler continued, straight faced. "I'll tell you all about Ivan Aa-buh-two-sniv"
Back in the hotel room, Agent 78 stifled a yawn and stretched her chunky limbs out. Although her ASSassination technique required her to do little more than sit down and wait, it was nonetheless surprisingly tiring - though some of that was probably due to the orgasms it produced. Nevertheless, she rubbed a hand around her tender hips and thighs and felt the beginnings of bruising coming on; the last traces of her victim's desperate desires to cling to life visible as a reddish-purple hue upon her dimpled cellulite.
She stared at the door and waited for the imminent arrival of her next target, recalling everything she had been told at the briefing.
Ivan Abutusniv was one of the Russian Secret Service's most capable agents and assassins. One of the last recruits to be inducted by the KGB before that terrifying organisation dissolved in 1991, Abuttosniv was a feared and respected man in his late 40s whose file included a photograph of him that made him look not unlike the Russian premier Vladimir Putin; a serious, dour looking individual with thinning sandy hair cropped close, and ice behind his pale blue eyes.
When Agent 78 opened the door she found that the resemblance was there in real life too.
"Scorpio?" he asked in a thick, curt heavily accented voice.
She nodded, and the ill tempered Russian barged his way into the room.
"Come on in why don't you?" she remarked, but her sarcasm fell on deaf ears.
She watched as he strode into the centre of the room, turned around and glanced at his surroundings seemingly taking in every detail.
Ivan Abutusniv was around 6 foot in height, gaunter than he looked in the photograph and had a grizzly 5 0'clock shadow developing upon his sharp jawline. He wore a long, belted leather coat which came down to below his knee with a black fur collar which did his BO no favours whatsoever - Agent 78's nose wrinkled at a smell that resembled musky rotting meat.
"You have documents?" he snapped as he snapped off his leather gloves.
"I do yes," she replied "But why don't you sit down, Abutusniv and take the weight off?"
He considered this for a moment, sniffed and strode towards the chair by the bureau "Very well" he replied, adding "But this is business. Not social occasion"
"Of course" she replied, finding it hard to imagine Ivan Abutusniv being invited to many social occasions - not with his body odour and lack of communication skills and good manners.
"You killed Iveta Rihanov, yes?" he suddenly asked, taking her by surprise. She stopped from her walk towards the wine, her buttcheeks wobbling as she came to the unexpected standstill.
"I uh did yes" she replied, guarded.
"Is good" he nodded. "Iveta Rihanov was dangerous" he explained, tapping a digit against his temple "In the head. Obsessed with her own vagina" he scoffed, "Crazy bitch"
"I take it you knew her then?"
"Nyet" he responded curtly, before elaborating "I met her once. At a function. We got a little, how you say, frisky?"
At this revelation, Agent 78 gripped the wine bottle tight, ready to smash it over his head if things got ugly.
"But she would not do sex with me. Her vagina, off limits" he spat, shaking his head. "Kiss and handjob, this was all Ivan got"
Agent 78 relaxed somewhat as it became clear from his words all the Russian had was contempt for the assassin she had murdered. "I'd have thought a man like you would have preferred a real woman?" she suggested, batting her eyelids behind Lucinda Mannigham-Bowles' spectacles and slinking seductively towards him with the sound of friction from her bulging thighs palpable upon the air. "Iveta Rihanov was skin and bone" She neglected to add that Iveta Rihanov was also considerably younger than this stinking old perv. For once, she understood the fallen assassin's celibacy.
She stood provocatively before him and felt his eyes scour her amble voluptuous body from her toes right the way up to her head. He clearly liked what he saw; her obese frame barely contained in just her bra and pants.
But his eyes soon flickered away from her.
He pointed a stubby finger towards the far end of the room "What that?"
She turned around and her heart sank. She could not believe she had been so stupid.
There, on the carpet, was Gerald Hailsham's walking stick.
She had neglected to remove it after she had offed him.
Cursing softly to herself, she realised Lucy hadn't spotted it. But then that ought to come as no surprise; Lucy's naivety meant that she didn't even spot the threat behind Agent 78's massive wobbling rear end as it came rolling towards her face. Lucy was so dense that she had gone willingly and blindly to hear death.
She turned back, adopting a look of total innocence to greet the suspicious steely gaze of Abutusniv.
"It's walking stick" he said.
"It's mine" she replied, cracking a shy smile. "I'm so...well, so big you see, that walking is sometimes difficult for me"
He nodded, considering this answer, when finally he said "Show me"
"Sure" she said. She turned around, her shuffling ass cheeks almost brushing his nose as she did - deliberately of course - and proceeded to waddle towards the cane whereupon she bet straight over to ensure Abutusniv got a good look of her ass, giving it a little wiggle as she picked the cane up.
'I hope you do want a-butt-to-sniff' she thought to herself. She was banking on him being so turned on that he couldn't see her deception. She began to hobble towards him, smiling keenly as she approached.
"You see?"
But Abutusniv drained his drink and shook his head. "Nyet. I do not think that is your cane for two reasons" He proceeded to count them off upon the fingers of his hand "One; it is not in file. File says you are very nimble for your 345lb weight. Surprisingly so. Two; if you had problem moving, you would have not been able to pick cane up from floor without holding onto something for balance"
Damn, Agent 78 thought and gave a little giggle.
Abutusniv smiled a victorious little smirk and concluded "That is old British man's cane yes? You have already killed him. Which means I think, that you may have order to kill me too"
Before he had even finished ending that sentence, Agent 78 had brought the walking stick up in her hand and smashed it into the side of his face, sending him toppling sideways off the chair.
"You got that right" she panted, dropping the stick to the floor and kicking the Russian firmly in the balls for good measure.
Turning, with all the nimble grace the file Abutusniv had read about her implied, she dropped her pants to the floor, stepped out of them and threw her bulk down onto the felled Russian. Her massive 78 inch ass landing squarely onto his chest, knocking what wind remained in his sails after the kick to his gonads. His legs kicked and wheeled out in protest, accompanied by a smattering of breathless, gasping Russian swear words as she proceeded to bump and grind upon his chest, cracking ribs in the process.
"Um that's it baby squirm for me...struggle....struggle....Mmmmmm gets me so wet!"
She heaved her ass up a little and dropped it down hard once more, snapping a rib which went on to puncture the Russian man's lung and swiftly cutting his life expectancy even less than the mere minutes she would have originally estimated for him.
Before he even had chance to scream she had engulfed him with the hot musky confines of her ass, his eyes, ears, nose and mouth slipping comfortably up inside it. He tried to remove himself, wiggling his head from side to side, but it only served to bury him further and excite Scorpio all the more.
"Ooh vibrating! I love it" she gushed, her fingers working extra time upon her clit. "You gonna die for me, Russkie? You gonna die hard?" She released her fingers from her moist pocket and fell upon his trousers, ripping them open she unleashed what she had expected to see; a hard, throbbing erection.
She recoiled instantly "Woah cheesy!" she groaned, her nose wrinkling in disgust "Jeez Ivan man, have you ever heard of a bath?"
His breathing, those gasping panicked breaths, were incredibly fast and shallow upon her butthole turning her on and indicating he had very little time left.
"Oh man you're easy! You're so easy! Hey, I thought you wanted a butt to sniff? Well sniff this you Russian fuck!"
Tttthhhhhhhhhllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaappppppppppppppppppppppppppptttttttttttttttttttttttt
"Mmm chunky" she moaned, revelling in her own wind and how heavy it felt as it escaped her hole. "You like that huh? You like sniffing my big fat butt?"
"Pwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwffffffffffffffffffff!" he groaned, his protest rattling up into her crevice as he struggled for air.
"You love my farts" she intoned, blasting another hot fat one out of her hot fat ass.
Bllllllllllllllllllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrppppppppppppppppppppppppp
"Take it Ivan. Take it and die. Die. Die. Die!"
She watched eyes wide and excited as his legs drvnkenly lashed out and his fingernails dug into the thin carpet, desperate for purchase. "Oh yeah, you're going....you don't have long now you big Russian fuck" Her eyes fell to his stinking cock and she gave it a slap with her chubby hand, laughing as it bounced and darted away like a cobra looking to spit its foul poison. It wasn't gonna be spitting at her, that's for sure. Poor Ivan Abutusniv... even Iveta Rihanov wanked him off!
But not Agent 78. No he was gonna die wanting.
"I thought you were supposed to be special? Not as special as me huh? Sniff my big fat American butt" she ordered, releasing another thick fart.
Prrrrraaaaabbbbbbbbbbbbttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
"Sniff it as it kills you!" She pressed her entire 345lbs down onto his head, grunting from the focus "Die Ivan. Die. Die. Die for me baby. Die. Die...."
Another fart slipped from her ass.
Blllllllllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtttttttttt
"DDDDDDDDDDIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!"
His final breath whistled up her sphincter as his lung collapsed like a burst balloon. His legs rose up in one moment and dropped back down heavily onto the floor.
Spent.
"YES!" Agent 78 roared triumphant.
Gggllllllllllllllluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrppp-a-burrrpppppppppppppppppptttttttttttttttt
Came the last shuddering explosive fart to crash like a wave upon his last gasp.
"You're dead now yeah?" she panted, wincing as her pussy gave a recoil that saw her juices flood across his coat's fur collar and flooding down behind his collar. "Mmmmm good boy" she breathed, grabbing at his wrist and checking his pulse.
Nothing.
"Goooood boooooooy!" she purred, before heaving herself off him.
"Oh my!" she snorted, bringing a hand to her mouth to stifle the laughter.
Ivan Abutusniv looked hilarious in death. Utterly disbelieving. Clearly he never expected, never dared dream of a fat heavy richly cellulite American ass taking him out of the game once and for all.
But it had.
"I got you good" she purred, before grabbing him by the arm and yanking him across the floor towards the bathroom, his cock waggling from left to right as she dragged him along. "There's no way they'd be able to put the coffin lid down on that Ivan," she chuckled as she pushed the door open to reveal the other two corpses. "But then there's no way you're actually going to be getting a funeral is there?"
Lifting him up now, her hands under his disgusting armpits, she heaved him up and positioned him on the toilet. "You'll do there" she smiled, before heading back out collect the problematic walking stick and tossed it onto Gerald and Lucy's bodies in the bath without a second glance.
"One more" she muttered, closing the door behind her. "Just one more"
To be continued...
The ASSassin: The Room Of Doom #3
"Once you've disposed of the young MI6 agent the next target for you to deal with, Agent 78, is a cold and ruthless Russian SVR agent by the name of Ivan Abutusniv"
Agent 78 could well recall the big belly laugh she guffawed on hearing the name of her next hit. "I-vanna-butt-to-sniff?" she phonetically replied through much giggling that clearly did not amuse her handler. "Oh I'll give him a butt to sniff alright, though I'm not sure he'll really want it when he finds out it'll take him down"
"When you've quite finished, Agent 78..." her handler continued, straight faced. "I'll tell you all about Ivan Aa-buh-two-sniv"
Back in the hotel room, Agent 78 stifled a yawn and stretched her chunky limbs out. Although her ASSassination technique required her to do little more than sit down and wait, it was nonetheless surprisingly tiring - though some of that was probably due to the orgasms it produced. Nevertheless, she rubbed a hand around her tender hips and thighs and felt the beginnings of bruising coming on; the last traces of her victim's desperate desires to cling to life visible as a reddish-purple hue upon her dimpled cellulite.
She stared at the door and waited for the imminent arrival of her next target, recalling everything she had been told at the briefing.
Ivan Abutusniv was one of the Russian Secret Service's most capable agents and assassins. One of the last recruits to be inducted by the KGB before that terrifying organisation dissolved in 1991, Abuttosniv was a feared and respected man in his late 40s whose file included a photograph of him that made him look not unlike the Russian premier Vladimir Putin; a serious, dour looking individual with thinning sandy hair cropped close, and ice behind his pale blue eyes.
When Agent 78 opened the door she found that the resemblance was there in real life too.
"Scorpio?" he asked in a thick, curt heavily accented voice.
She nodded, and the ill tempered Russian barged his way into the room.
"Come on in why don't you?" she remarked, but her sarcasm fell on deaf ears.
She watched as he strode into the centre of the room, turned around and glanced at his surroundings seemingly taking in every detail.
Ivan Abutusniv was around 6 foot in height, gaunter than he looked in the photograph and had a grizzly 5 0'clock shadow developing upon his sharp jawline. He wore a long, belted leather coat which came down to below his knee with a black fur collar which did his BO no favours whatsoever - Agent 78's nose wrinkled at a smell that resembled musky rotting meat.
"You have documents?" he snapped as he snapped off his leather gloves.
"I do yes," she replied "But why don't you sit down, Abutusniv and take the weight off?"
He considered this for a moment, sniffed and strode towards the chair by the bureau "Very well" he replied, adding "But this is business. Not social occasion"
"Of course" she replied, finding it hard to imagine Ivan Abutusniv being invited to many social occasions - not with his body odour and lack of communication skills and good manners.
"You killed Iveta Rihanov, yes?" he suddenly asked, taking her by surprise. She stopped from her walk towards the wine, her buttcheeks wobbling as she came to the unexpected standstill.
"I uh did yes" she replied, guarded.
"Is good" he nodded. "Iveta Rihanov was dangerous" he explained, tapping a digit against his temple "In the head. Obsessed with her own vagina" he scoffed, "Crazy bitch"
"I take it you knew her then?"
"Nyet" he responded curtly, before elaborating "I met her once. At a function. We got a little, how you say, frisky?"
At this revelation, Agent 78 gripped the wine bottle tight, ready to smash it over his head if things got ugly.
"But she would not do sex with me. Her vagina, off limits" he spat, shaking his head. "Kiss and handjob, this was all Ivan got"
Agent 78 relaxed somewhat as it became clear from his words all the Russian had was contempt for the assassin she had murdered. "I'd have thought a man like you would have preferred a real woman?" she suggested, batting her eyelids behind Lucinda Mannigham-Bowles' spectacles and slinking seductively towards him with the sound of friction from her bulging thighs palpable upon the air. "Iveta Rihanov was skin and bone" She neglected to add that Iveta Rihanov was also considerably younger than this stinking old perv. For once, she understood the fallen assassin's celibacy.
She stood provocatively before him and felt his eyes scour her amble voluptuous body from her toes right the way up to her head. He clearly liked what he saw; her obese frame barely contained in just her bra and pants.
But his eyes soon flickered away from her.
He pointed a stubby finger towards the far end of the room "What that?"
She turned around and her heart sank. She could not believe she had been so stupid.
There, on the carpet, was Gerald Hailsham's walking stick.
She had neglected to remove it after she had offed him.
Cursing softly to herself, she realised Lucy hadn't spotted it. But then that ought to come as no surprise; Lucy's naivety meant that she didn't even spot the threat behind Agent 78's massive wobbling rear end as it came rolling towards her face. Lucy was so dense that she had gone willingly and blindly to hear death.
She turned back, adopting a look of total innocence to greet the suspicious steely gaze of Abutusniv.
"It's walking stick" he said.
"It's mine" she replied, cracking a shy smile. "I'm so...well, so big you see, that walking is sometimes difficult for me"
He nodded, considering this answer, when finally he said "Show me"
"Sure" she said. She turned around, her shuffling ass cheeks almost brushing his nose as she did - deliberately of course - and proceeded to waddle towards the cane whereupon she bet straight over to ensure Abutusniv got a good look of her ass, giving it a little wiggle as she picked the cane up.
'I hope you do want a-butt-to-sniff' she thought to herself. She was banking on him being so turned on that he couldn't see her deception. She began to hobble towards him, smiling keenly as she approached.
"You see?"
But Abutusniv drained his drink and shook his head. "Nyet. I do not think that is your cane for two reasons" He proceeded to count them off upon the fingers of his hand "One; it is not in file. File says you are very nimble for your 345lb weight. Surprisingly so. Two; if you had problem moving, you would have not been able to pick cane up from floor without holding onto something for balance"
Damn, Agent 78 thought and gave a little giggle.
Abutusniv smiled a victorious little smirk and concluded "That is old British man's cane yes? You have already killed him. Which means I think, that you may have order to kill me too"
Before he had even finished ending that sentence, Agent 78 had brought the walking stick up in her hand and smashed it into the side of his face, sending him toppling sideways off the chair.
"You got that right" she panted, dropping the stick to the floor and kicking the Russian firmly in the balls for good measure.
Turning, with all the nimble grace the file Abutusniv had read about her implied, she dropped her pants to the floor, stepped out of them and threw her bulk down onto the felled Russian. Her massive 78 inch ass landing squarely onto his chest, knocking what wind remained in his sails after the kick to his gonads. His legs kicked and wheeled out in protest, accompanied by a smattering of breathless, gasping Russian swear words as she proceeded to bump and grind upon his chest, cracking ribs in the process.
"Um that's it baby squirm for me...struggle....struggle....Mmmmmm gets me so wet!"
She heaved her ass up a little and dropped it down hard once more, snapping a rib which went on to puncture the Russian man's lung and swiftly cutting his life expectancy even less than the mere minutes she would have originally estimated for him.
Before he even had chance to scream she had engulfed him with the hot musky confines of her ass, his eyes, ears, nose and mouth slipping comfortably up inside it. He tried to remove himself, wiggling his head from side to side, but it only served to bury him further and excite Scorpio all the more.
"Ooh vibrating! I love it" she gushed, her fingers working extra time upon her clit. "You gonna die for me, Russkie? You gonna die hard?" She released her fingers from her moist pocket and fell upon his trousers, ripping them open she unleashed what she had expected to see; a hard, throbbing erection.
She recoiled instantly "Woah cheesy!" she groaned, her nose wrinkling in disgust "Jeez Ivan man, have you ever heard of a bath?"
His breathing, those gasping panicked breaths, were incredibly fast and shallow upon her butthole turning her on and indicating he had very little time left.
"Oh man you're easy! You're so easy! Hey, I thought you wanted a butt to sniff? Well sniff this you Russian fuck!"
Tttthhhhhhhhhllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaappppppppppppppppppppppppppptttttttttttttttttttttttt
"Mmm chunky" she moaned, revelling in her own wind and how heavy it felt as it escaped her hole. "You like that huh? You like sniffing my big fat butt?"
"Pwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwffffffffffffffffffff!" he groaned, his protest rattling up into her crevice as he struggled for air.
"You love my farts" she intoned, blasting another hot fat one out of her hot fat ass.
Bllllllllllllllllllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrppppppppppppppppppppppppp
"Take it Ivan. Take it and die. Die. Die. Die!"
She watched eyes wide and excited as his legs drvnkenly lashed out and his fingernails dug into the thin carpet, desperate for purchase. "Oh yeah, you're going....you don't have long now you big Russian fuck" Her eyes fell to his stinking cock and she gave it a slap with her chubby hand, laughing as it bounced and darted away like a cobra looking to spit its foul poison. It wasn't gonna be spitting at her, that's for sure. Poor Ivan Abutusniv... even Iveta Rihanov wanked him off!
But not Agent 78. No he was gonna die wanting.
"I thought you were supposed to be special? Not as special as me huh? Sniff my big fat American butt" she ordered, releasing another thick fart.
Prrrrraaaaabbbbbbbbbbbbttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
"Sniff it as it kills you!" She pressed her entire 345lbs down onto his head, grunting from the focus "Die Ivan. Die. Die. Die for me baby. Die. Die...."
Another fart slipped from her ass.
Blllllllllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtttttttttt
"DDDDDDDDDDIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!"
His final breath whistled up her sphincter as his lung collapsed like a burst balloon. His legs rose up in one moment and dropped back down heavily onto the floor.
Spent.
"YES!" Agent 78 roared triumphant.
Gggllllllllllllllluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrppp-a-burrrpppppppppppppppppptttttttttttttttt
Came the last shuddering explosive fart to crash like a wave upon his last gasp.
"You're dead now yeah?" she panted, wincing as her pussy gave a recoil that saw her juices flood across his coat's fur collar and flooding down behind his collar. "Mmmmm good boy" she breathed, grabbing at his wrist and checking his pulse.
Nothing.
"Goooood boooooooy!" she purred, before heaving herself off him.
"Oh my!" she snorted, bringing a hand to her mouth to stifle the laughter.
Ivan Abutusniv looked hilarious in death. Utterly disbelieving. Clearly he never expected, never dared dream of a fat heavy richly cellulite American ass taking him out of the game once and for all.
But it had.
"I got you good" she purred, before grabbing him by the arm and yanking him across the floor towards the bathroom, his cock waggling from left to right as she dragged him along. "There's no way they'd be able to put the coffin lid down on that Ivan," she chuckled as she pushed the door open to reveal the other two corpses. "But then there's no way you're actually going to be getting a funeral is there?"
Lifting him up now, her hands under his disgusting armpits, she heaved him up and positioned him on the toilet. "You'll do there" she smiled, before heading back out collect the problematic walking stick and tossed it onto Gerald and Lucy's bodies in the bath without a second glance.
"One more" she muttered, closing the door behind her. "Just one more"
To be continued...
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