The ASSassin : The Room of Doom #4
Final part in The Room of Doom story. Hope you enjoy!
The ASSassin : The Room of Doom #4
"Come in" Agent 78 cooed as she heard the f0rceful rap upon the hotel door.
Sat on the bed, she straightened up somewhat, eager for this; her final kill. She eased her legs apart so that the first thing the man saw as he stepped into the room was her abundant belly and her crotch. The fabric of her knickers had clung to the misty dampness around her pussy lips, and this movement peeled them slowly apart.
He was a big man and he knew it. He carried his muscular body with an arrogance that suggested he was the best there is.
Well, Agent 78 thought slyly to herself, she'd soon prove him wrong.
"Hi"
He gazed across at her, seemingly unimpressed. "I could have been anyone" he remarked gruffly, his accent from the American South. "I am not impressed by your lax security protocols, ma'am"
She shrugged "I wasn't expecting anyone else but you"
He nodded, but it was still clear he wasn't happy. "Name's Sarge"
She raised an eyebrow "Sarge?"
"Codename" he explained, removing his jacket "That's all you're getting, ma'am"
Beneath his jacket he wore a sports vest that kept his arms free. He flashed a bicep and she noticed a 75th Rangers Regiment tattoo. Clearly then he had been at one time or another a sergeant in the military before transferring to the CIA. "How long you been out?" she asked, gesturing towards the bicep.
"Long enough" he shrugged. "Kicked Saddam's butt in Iraq before I got headhunted if that's what you mean"
She offered a salute. Dropping the hand, she patted the bed. "Well c'mon here soldier boy and let's get down to business"
He took a seat on the bed besides her, the briefcase full of money - a payment for the prized documents - standing straight on his lap. Seductively, Agent 78 ran her hand up his rippling tanned biceps, coming to a stop on his shoulder. "Strong soldier boy," she murmured appreciatively "Can you run?"
"Yes Ma'am" he replied, not meeting her eye as his hand slipped behind the case.
"And can you fight?"
"Oh I won't need to fight" he replied, removing his hand to show it now held a gun complete with silencer barrel. "Not with this pointing at your massive gut" He flashed a smile at Agent 78's surprised features. "I said I wasn't impressed by your lax security....but I am pleased. You're making this very easy for me. You see, the CIA want the documents. But they'd also like to keep the money and take you, and your deadly butt, out of the game"
Agent 78 recovered, licking her parted lips. Her hand still on his shoulder, her fingers splayed. "I asked if you could run?"
"Don't think you can get away, Scorpio. So there's no need for me to chase after you"
"And I asked if you could fight?"
"I can fight" he said solemnly, assured of his might and ability. "I can run and I can fight"
"Good" she smiled, exerting pressure on the muscle that connected the man's shoulder and head sending him dizzy. Her fingertips gripped the nerve like a vice and instantly, black spots bloomed before the CIA agent's eyes as he slumped forward onto the floor momentarily unc0nscious.
She kicked him over onto his back with a chubby foot. Her elephantine figure loomed over him as he lay sprawled upon the floor, slowly coming too. "Well honey, if you can run and you can fight, run your tongue up my ass and fight for breath"
With that, she dropped down hard and fast. Her massive shuddering behind obliterating his head within a second. His legs and arms immediately began to lash out. He was searching desperately for the gun he had, moments earlier, had in his hand but ironically, his flailing legs kicked it further away from his prone body.
Agent 78 tossed her head back and laughed, a deep hearty chuckle as she felt the self assured soldier start to panic. "You came in here to shoot me? With a silencer? Well here's my silence Sarge - my big fat 78 inch ass. No one can hear you scream now, baby!"
Straightening up, she paused and fixed herself for a moment, waiting for the inevitable as her stomach began to satisfyingly rumble "Hear this Sarge?"
Bbbblllllllllllllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
Unleashing her noxious fart only served to further distress the soldier and his arms and legs wildly kicked and lashed out. His hands grabbed at her soft rolls, abundant fat flesh slipping through his fingers.
"Mmmmm" she murmured appreciatively, savouring her deadly retort to his protestations. "Hear that? Feel that? Smell that?" She chuckled. "Smell good to you Sarge? I lurve the smell of farts in the morning," she laughed "Smells like victory! Victory to me that is"
She bunched her fists together and disgorged another heavy fart, flooding his trapped face.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuppppppppppppppppppppfffffffffffffffffffffpwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwppppt
It's smell was so overpowering, his stomach flipped with disgust. "Whoops, there goes another one! I really shouldn't have ordered that room service earlier...killing so many on such a full stomach. Oh yeah that reminds me, you weren't the first here today Sarge, but you're certainly one of the easiest!"
Frrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapppppppaaaaaaapppppppppaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabbbbbbbbttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
Sarge began to pound his feet aggressively upon the floor, frustrated that he could not break free from the 345 pound dead weight clamped upon his head.
"N'aww what's up soldier boy?" she cruelly cooed, drawing a fingernail across his pumped up pecs, coming to a stop at her thick pussy lips which she proceeded to tease and rub. "Am I too heavy for you? Can't shift me huh?" She screwed her face up and f0rced out another thunderous fart; a juicy loud explosion that sent her massive arse cheeks flapping into overdrive and she joyously ground her stench into his face, cellulite rippling as the cheeks flexed and relaxed, flexed and relaxed.
Thrrraaaaaaaaaaaappppppppppppppppppppppplllllllllllllllllllllllllllrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
"Oh man," she cried out. "A big mighty US Ranger, a guy who has faced down soldiers and terrorists and beat them all, is getting taken down by a *********** like me? Well...not exactly little huh?"
As she continued to grind she felt cartilage snap between her cheeks. There goes his nose, she thought with smug superiority and a second later she felt the unmistakable dampness of bl00d began to seep out and mix with her own feminine juices which had began to flood out of her with the excitement of killing her man. Her fingers began to probe faster and faster and her thunderously large dimpled thighs began to quiver and shake as a jetstream escaped her pussy, dousing his shirt and trousers.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm cummmmmmming for you baby. Bet you didn't think you could make a big girl cum did you? Well you can, but not in a way you'd think I guess!"
Sated, she tossed his head back once more and sighed with pleasure as the afterglow of her orgasm tingled through her body. "Now you just have to die for me Sarge. C'mon you obey orders for a living don't you?" she began to tease, straightening back up, plating her feet firmly and squarely down upon the carpet so that her full weight bore down upon his head. "So here's my order; die! Do it. Do it. Die for me you useless piece of shit. Die Die Die Dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
In all the energy she slipped another fart out, followed by another and another.
Thrubb bllart baaaaapppppppffffffffffftttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
And then the soldier ended his last stand. His limbs, long since slow and weak, now fell limp to the floor and a short hurried breath escaped his crushed lungs and entered Agent 78's ass hole.
He was dead.
She relaxed every inch of her body now the task was over and let out a satisfied, comforting fart which served to reply to the dead soldier's last gasp.
Pwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffftttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
Rolling up off him, she admired her handiwork. His nose was badly broken, splayed across his not particularly unpleasant face, a pool of bl00d already drying in the stubble of his top lip. His jaw hung slack, teeth stained with bl00d, parted as his tongue lolled out to one side. She could smell her gas upon his face and she breathed it in, feeling the power she had over this pathetic specimen who thought his military training, his allegiance to America and his gender meant he would easily defeat her.
She sure proved him wrong.
Getting to her feet, she picked up his case to find it contained no money whatsoever - he really was sure that he would win today and dispose of the deadly Agent 78 for good.
"What a jerk" she sighed, picking up his gun. She dropped back down to her haunches, straddling his legs now and positioned the gun to his crotch. Closing one eye, she squeezed the trigger.
Pmpht!
The bullet silently left the barrel of the gun and ripped its way bl00dily into the dead man's groin. Flesh ruptured as it ploughed through his cock and balls and Agent 78 immediately recoiled to avoid the bl00d splatter.
She had rid him of his manhood even in death.
Getting to her feet she surveyed her work with pride "That'll teach you" she spat. "Just cos you've got something swinging between your legs, it don't make you anything special"
Turning, she headed off to phone the Company. She needed a Cleaner here fast.
A half hour later and there was another knock on her door - this time it was discreet and familiar; two short taps followed by two slow ones and then one final short tap.
Opening the door she found a diminutive in a long grey overcoat. He wore a matching grey fedora and wore dark round sunglasses. He had stubbly features and held a big bag in both hands in front of him. He offered her a little bow of the head "Bonjour Scorpio" he said in his heavy French accent.
"Victor" she smiled, pleased to see the Company's most accomplished Cleaner.
"I'm here to rid you of your mess"
"Of course," she said wadding sideways to allow him access into the hotel room.
His eyes immediately alighted on the bl00dy patch on the floor before the bed.
"There in the bathroom" she explained, following him.
He opened the door and let out a soft, impressed whistle. There before him on the floor was a muscular man with a bl00dy mess where his groin should be. Above him was a man with his cock out who smelt like he was well on his way to rigor mortis. Whilst in the bath was an attractive young girl with her trousers open to reveal soaking pants and an ancient looking old man whose groin seemed, perhaps thankfully, untouched. What was this? He thought to himself; a mission or an orgy?
"You have been busy" he said, kneeling on the floor and opening up his bag. "It's good you put two in the bath, because the other two will go in there too"
"You're not taking the bodies out?" she asked.
Smiling, he pulled out a big imposing bottle of something. "Non. I will take the bones out," he explained. "But first I use acid, to remove the excess"
Agent 78 smiled grimly. "I'll leave you to it" she said, stepping back into the hotel room. She really did not need to see the flesh being burned from the bodies, exposing bone which would be gathered up and disposed of in Victor's bag.
"Merci" he called out, already removing the bottle top and pouring its contents liberally into the bath, stepping back as the room became shrouded in fumes.
As she rode the elevator down to the ground floor, Agent 78 leant her bulky frame against the wall and closed her eyes. She was tired. Four people in one day, one after the other, was quite an achievement and she had triumphed at every turn. It would be another story that would rear its head whenever agents met and discussed her legend in hushed, awed tones.
As the lift doors pinged open she wondered how many of today's victims had heard such stories, all of them she felt sure. Especially poor little Lucy, a goofy new MI6 recruit who had no doubt been brought up on details of her work. She brought her hand to the dead agents glasses, and pushed them straight upon her nose. Well, more fool them, she thought. They knew the dangers and still came to face her. Some of them - like Ivan Abuttusniv the stinking Russian and Sarge the swaggering American even thought they could take her. They were the dumbest of all she decided as she wheeled her large suitcase out from the lift - a suitcase containing the old Brit's documents and all the money each agent had brought to her.
She smiled as she thought of the money she would receive from offing each of them.
Good money paid for a job well done.
The End
Agent 78 Will Return...
The ASSassin : The Room of Doom #4
"Come in" Agent 78 cooed as she heard the f0rceful rap upon the hotel door.
Sat on the bed, she straightened up somewhat, eager for this; her final kill. She eased her legs apart so that the first thing the man saw as he stepped into the room was her abundant belly and her crotch. The fabric of her knickers had clung to the misty dampness around her pussy lips, and this movement peeled them slowly apart.
He was a big man and he knew it. He carried his muscular body with an arrogance that suggested he was the best there is.
Well, Agent 78 thought slyly to herself, she'd soon prove him wrong.
"Hi"
He gazed across at her, seemingly unimpressed. "I could have been anyone" he remarked gruffly, his accent from the American South. "I am not impressed by your lax security protocols, ma'am"
She shrugged "I wasn't expecting anyone else but you"
He nodded, but it was still clear he wasn't happy. "Name's Sarge"
She raised an eyebrow "Sarge?"
"Codename" he explained, removing his jacket "That's all you're getting, ma'am"
Beneath his jacket he wore a sports vest that kept his arms free. He flashed a bicep and she noticed a 75th Rangers Regiment tattoo. Clearly then he had been at one time or another a sergeant in the military before transferring to the CIA. "How long you been out?" she asked, gesturing towards the bicep.
"Long enough" he shrugged. "Kicked Saddam's butt in Iraq before I got headhunted if that's what you mean"
She offered a salute. Dropping the hand, she patted the bed. "Well c'mon here soldier boy and let's get down to business"
He took a seat on the bed besides her, the briefcase full of money - a payment for the prized documents - standing straight on his lap. Seductively, Agent 78 ran her hand up his rippling tanned biceps, coming to a stop on his shoulder. "Strong soldier boy," she murmured appreciatively "Can you run?"
"Yes Ma'am" he replied, not meeting her eye as his hand slipped behind the case.
"And can you fight?"
"Oh I won't need to fight" he replied, removing his hand to show it now held a gun complete with silencer barrel. "Not with this pointing at your massive gut" He flashed a smile at Agent 78's surprised features. "I said I wasn't impressed by your lax security....but I am pleased. You're making this very easy for me. You see, the CIA want the documents. But they'd also like to keep the money and take you, and your deadly butt, out of the game"
Agent 78 recovered, licking her parted lips. Her hand still on his shoulder, her fingers splayed. "I asked if you could run?"
"Don't think you can get away, Scorpio. So there's no need for me to chase after you"
"And I asked if you could fight?"
"I can fight" he said solemnly, assured of his might and ability. "I can run and I can fight"
"Good" she smiled, exerting pressure on the muscle that connected the man's shoulder and head sending him dizzy. Her fingertips gripped the nerve like a vice and instantly, black spots bloomed before the CIA agent's eyes as he slumped forward onto the floor momentarily unc0nscious.
She kicked him over onto his back with a chubby foot. Her elephantine figure loomed over him as he lay sprawled upon the floor, slowly coming too. "Well honey, if you can run and you can fight, run your tongue up my ass and fight for breath"
With that, she dropped down hard and fast. Her massive shuddering behind obliterating his head within a second. His legs and arms immediately began to lash out. He was searching desperately for the gun he had, moments earlier, had in his hand but ironically, his flailing legs kicked it further away from his prone body.
Agent 78 tossed her head back and laughed, a deep hearty chuckle as she felt the self assured soldier start to panic. "You came in here to shoot me? With a silencer? Well here's my silence Sarge - my big fat 78 inch ass. No one can hear you scream now, baby!"
Straightening up, she paused and fixed herself for a moment, waiting for the inevitable as her stomach began to satisfyingly rumble "Hear this Sarge?"
Bbbblllllllllllllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
Unleashing her noxious fart only served to further distress the soldier and his arms and legs wildly kicked and lashed out. His hands grabbed at her soft rolls, abundant fat flesh slipping through his fingers.
"Mmmmm" she murmured appreciatively, savouring her deadly retort to his protestations. "Hear that? Feel that? Smell that?" She chuckled. "Smell good to you Sarge? I lurve the smell of farts in the morning," she laughed "Smells like victory! Victory to me that is"
She bunched her fists together and disgorged another heavy fart, flooding his trapped face.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuppppppppppppppppppppfffffffffffffffffffffpwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwppppt
It's smell was so overpowering, his stomach flipped with disgust. "Whoops, there goes another one! I really shouldn't have ordered that room service earlier...killing so many on such a full stomach. Oh yeah that reminds me, you weren't the first here today Sarge, but you're certainly one of the easiest!"
Frrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapppppppaaaaaaapppppppppaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabbbbbbbbttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
Sarge began to pound his feet aggressively upon the floor, frustrated that he could not break free from the 345 pound dead weight clamped upon his head.
"N'aww what's up soldier boy?" she cruelly cooed, drawing a fingernail across his pumped up pecs, coming to a stop at her thick pussy lips which she proceeded to tease and rub. "Am I too heavy for you? Can't shift me huh?" She screwed her face up and f0rced out another thunderous fart; a juicy loud explosion that sent her massive arse cheeks flapping into overdrive and she joyously ground her stench into his face, cellulite rippling as the cheeks flexed and relaxed, flexed and relaxed.
Thrrraaaaaaaaaaaappppppppppppppppppppppplllllllllllllllllllllllllllrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
"Oh man," she cried out. "A big mighty US Ranger, a guy who has faced down soldiers and terrorists and beat them all, is getting taken down by a *********** like me? Well...not exactly little huh?"
As she continued to grind she felt cartilage snap between her cheeks. There goes his nose, she thought with smug superiority and a second later she felt the unmistakable dampness of bl00d began to seep out and mix with her own feminine juices which had began to flood out of her with the excitement of killing her man. Her fingers began to probe faster and faster and her thunderously large dimpled thighs began to quiver and shake as a jetstream escaped her pussy, dousing his shirt and trousers.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm cummmmmmming for you baby. Bet you didn't think you could make a big girl cum did you? Well you can, but not in a way you'd think I guess!"
Sated, she tossed his head back once more and sighed with pleasure as the afterglow of her orgasm tingled through her body. "Now you just have to die for me Sarge. C'mon you obey orders for a living don't you?" she began to tease, straightening back up, plating her feet firmly and squarely down upon the carpet so that her full weight bore down upon his head. "So here's my order; die! Do it. Do it. Die for me you useless piece of shit. Die Die Die Dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
In all the energy she slipped another fart out, followed by another and another.
Thrubb bllart baaaaapppppppffffffffffftttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
And then the soldier ended his last stand. His limbs, long since slow and weak, now fell limp to the floor and a short hurried breath escaped his crushed lungs and entered Agent 78's ass hole.
He was dead.
She relaxed every inch of her body now the task was over and let out a satisfied, comforting fart which served to reply to the dead soldier's last gasp.
Pwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffftttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
Rolling up off him, she admired her handiwork. His nose was badly broken, splayed across his not particularly unpleasant face, a pool of bl00d already drying in the stubble of his top lip. His jaw hung slack, teeth stained with bl00d, parted as his tongue lolled out to one side. She could smell her gas upon his face and she breathed it in, feeling the power she had over this pathetic specimen who thought his military training, his allegiance to America and his gender meant he would easily defeat her.
She sure proved him wrong.
Getting to her feet, she picked up his case to find it contained no money whatsoever - he really was sure that he would win today and dispose of the deadly Agent 78 for good.
"What a jerk" she sighed, picking up his gun. She dropped back down to her haunches, straddling his legs now and positioned the gun to his crotch. Closing one eye, she squeezed the trigger.
Pmpht!
The bullet silently left the barrel of the gun and ripped its way bl00dily into the dead man's groin. Flesh ruptured as it ploughed through his cock and balls and Agent 78 immediately recoiled to avoid the bl00d splatter.
She had rid him of his manhood even in death.
Getting to her feet she surveyed her work with pride "That'll teach you" she spat. "Just cos you've got something swinging between your legs, it don't make you anything special"
Turning, she headed off to phone the Company. She needed a Cleaner here fast.
A half hour later and there was another knock on her door - this time it was discreet and familiar; two short taps followed by two slow ones and then one final short tap.
Opening the door she found a diminutive in a long grey overcoat. He wore a matching grey fedora and wore dark round sunglasses. He had stubbly features and held a big bag in both hands in front of him. He offered her a little bow of the head "Bonjour Scorpio" he said in his heavy French accent.
"Victor" she smiled, pleased to see the Company's most accomplished Cleaner.
"I'm here to rid you of your mess"
"Of course," she said wadding sideways to allow him access into the hotel room.
His eyes immediately alighted on the bl00dy patch on the floor before the bed.
"There in the bathroom" she explained, following him.
He opened the door and let out a soft, impressed whistle. There before him on the floor was a muscular man with a bl00dy mess where his groin should be. Above him was a man with his cock out who smelt like he was well on his way to rigor mortis. Whilst in the bath was an attractive young girl with her trousers open to reveal soaking pants and an ancient looking old man whose groin seemed, perhaps thankfully, untouched. What was this? He thought to himself; a mission or an orgy?
"You have been busy" he said, kneeling on the floor and opening up his bag. "It's good you put two in the bath, because the other two will go in there too"
"You're not taking the bodies out?" she asked.
Smiling, he pulled out a big imposing bottle of something. "Non. I will take the bones out," he explained. "But first I use acid, to remove the excess"
Agent 78 smiled grimly. "I'll leave you to it" she said, stepping back into the hotel room. She really did not need to see the flesh being burned from the bodies, exposing bone which would be gathered up and disposed of in Victor's bag.
"Merci" he called out, already removing the bottle top and pouring its contents liberally into the bath, stepping back as the room became shrouded in fumes.
As she rode the elevator down to the ground floor, Agent 78 leant her bulky frame against the wall and closed her eyes. She was tired. Four people in one day, one after the other, was quite an achievement and she had triumphed at every turn. It would be another story that would rear its head whenever agents met and discussed her legend in hushed, awed tones.
As the lift doors pinged open she wondered how many of today's victims had heard such stories, all of them she felt sure. Especially poor little Lucy, a goofy new MI6 recruit who had no doubt been brought up on details of her work. She brought her hand to the dead agents glasses, and pushed them straight upon her nose. Well, more fool them, she thought. They knew the dangers and still came to face her. Some of them - like Ivan Abuttusniv the stinking Russian and Sarge the swaggering American even thought they could take her. They were the dumbest of all she decided as she wheeled her large suitcase out from the lift - a suitcase containing the old Brit's documents and all the money each agent had brought to her.
She smiled as she thought of the money she would receive from offing each of them.
Good money paid for a job well done.
The End
Agent 78 Will Return...
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