The Spy's Beatdown

[Fantas1zer]

Secret agent Alessa stood in her hotel room, looking over the classified files she had stolen from the Acosta Regime's hard drives an hour ago. The operation had gone off without a hitch, and she was preparing to unwind for the rest of the night.

She had stripped off her skintight spysuit and was wearing only underwear. Her pale, perky breasts appeared ready to burst through her white bra, and her round bubble butt was perfectly complemented by her matching panties.

Alessa strutted in front of the full length mirror, flipped her long raven hair, and took a second to admire her sleek physique.

She was fit and lean, highlighted especially with her washboard abs and strong biceps. However, she wasn't so jacked to ruin the wineglass form she preferred. As she flexed her sculpted abdominals in front of the mirror, the lighting accentuated all of her erotic musculature.

All those hours in the gym have paid off, haven't they, babe? Alessa thought to herself, biting her lip.

She remembered all the times her fine body and east Asian complexion had served her well in this line of work.

Although the officer she'd seduced to gain access to the Acosta Regime's archives wasn't the worst performer she's had to put up with, he definitely wasn't noteworthy enough to be remembered in a month.

But in the midst of Alessa's smug reminiscence, she didn't hear the shadowy figure climbing through the window she'd left open to deal with the Latin American summer heat. The usually cautious agent's negligence would cost her, for tonight would be the night she meets her match.

The newcomer delivered a blindsiding right hook, rocking the spy's jaw and knocking her into the wall. Her mind was in a haze, as she tried to regain her bearings. Before Alessa could utter a cry, her mouth was covered by a firm hand and she was lifted by her throat by the other.

Damn, this fucker is strong! she thought frantically.

Though dizzy, Alessa calmed her nerves and analyzed her attacker.

She would find out her name only once the night was over, but her assailant was an Acosta Regime enforcer by the name of Valeria.

Valeria was a full head taller than the pinned Alessa. Though Alessa was a lean fighter, Valeria was a physically imposing titan. Compared to her opponent, the enforcer's body bulged with muscles. Her biceps were bricks, abs impenetrable, and chest solid. Not only were veins popping from her chiseled core, thighs, and biceps, their definition was clearly visible through her skintight combat suit, which was stretched to the max.

"¿Creíste que podrías robar secretos del gobierno sin problema, puta?" growled the imposing Latina, her husky voice sending a shiver down the pinned agent's spine.

Alessa kicked Valeria's gut, pushing off the solid wall of muscle. Though not even winding the muscular behemoth, she managed to shove her away, letting the spy catch her breath.

"Sorry, bitch. I used the last of my Spanish fucking the brains out of a commandant."

"Tell me where you have the stolen data," huffed the Latina, a predatory glint in her eyes.

"No can do," Alessa replied, trying to put on an air of confidence.

"I'll just have to beat it out of you, then," Valeria smirked.

She may well do that, but I've gotta buy some time, Alessa affirmed to herself.

The spy charged forward, cocked her arm back and rifled an uppercut into Valeria's rock-hard abs with all her might. However, her full-power punch bounced harmlessly off her cobblestone abs, sending a sharp pain up her arm.

Shit! That was like punching wet sand! she thought to herself.

Alessa yelped as she recoiled. Wincing, she cradled her shaky hand and stared up in disbelief. Valeria barely flinched at the attack!

"Is that all you can do?" Valeria commented wryly. "Come on, hit me with your best shot, weakling."

The Latina opened up her stance and placed her hands on her hips before flexing her abdominals. Although they were already prominent, the individual muscle groups of Valeria's abs now popped from her taut, cocoa skin.

Alessa, against her better instincts, accepted this challenge. She unleashed a flurry of powerhouse strikes into the toned muscle, throwing her entire weight into the lefts and rights. No matter how squarely they landed, each punch deflected off the magnificent abs, but the spy carried on. Suddenly, with one final punch, a fiery stabbing pain shot up her dominant right arm from her fist as it connected with Valeria's unbreakable gut. She let out a scream and sank to her knees, clutching her limp right arm.

Fuck! Did I fracture something??

As Alessa whimpered pitifully from the ground, a cruel smirk etched itself on Valeria's face.

"Oh, que pobrecita," purred the enforcer in mock sympathy.

With her calloused hands she gripped a handful of her opponent's hair and lifted her to her feet. The spy screamed as her scalp seared with pain, but she weakly staggered up, trying to ease the pain.

"You're so fragile..." Valeria whispered, her hot breath against Alessa's ear.

The enforcer admired the fit yet feeble form before her as sweat began to bead on her pale skin. The spy was all hers for the taking. And to make matters worse, as Alessa's hot breathing and gasps condensed on Valeria's skin, the heat was beginning to turn her on. She hauled the Asian a little closer, admiring her catch. From squinted eyes, the spy glared back.

My arm still hurts like hell, but I'll be damned if I go down without a fight!

Alessa launched a powerful kick into Valeria's exposed pussy. For the first time, she felt a blow sink in, her foot lodging itself deep into the soft tissue above Valeria's clit. The towering behemoth groaned and released Alessa. However, she was merely caught off guard... and now angrier than ever! The Asian's dirty move would prove to be a major mistake.

Grabbing hold of her raven bangs, Valeria yanked Alessa close before proceeding to slam four vicious uppercuts into her sexy stomach. The first two glanced off the tensed muscle, but with the next two Valeria could sense the abdominal wall slightly give. The meaty smacks echoed off the walls as each blow arched the spy's back and lifted her to her toes. Sweat sprayed everywhere from the glistening, rippling abs. Deciding to switch gears, Valeria pulled on the Asian's hair as she socked her across the face with a left cross.

Spittle flew from Alessa's face as she tumbled into a small bookshelf. Immediately, another right connected on her chin. The explosive force concussed her as her leg wobbled beneath her. She steadied herself on the shelf, but a jab smacked her square in the face, then another. Alessa's head snapped upwards with a massive uppercut, sending even more spittle flying.

This left the spy's now unflexed gut open, and the latina enforcer took full advantage, bending Alessa over with powerful punches into her abs. This time, Valeria could feel her fist slicken with sweat as they dug into the Asian's gut. The spy moaned erotically as the air was driven out of her. Turned on even more, the enforcer delivered more uppercuts, rattling the bookcase and sinking each fist deeper into her victim's sweat-glossed stomach. Valeria laid fully into Alessa, tenderizing her lean abs until they were red raw.

Blinking sweatsoaked hair from her eyes, the agent's boxing training kicked in and she hugged the enforcer in a clinch. However, winded and dazed, Alessa could do nothing as Valeria simply burst free from her hot, slick grip. In turn, the Latina leaned over, squeezed her arms around the Asian, and suplexed her over her shoulder, slamming her into the low coffee table.

As the dust settled, the spy's desperate gasps filled the room. She writhed in agony on the floor, her toned muscles reduced to tenderized mush, barely good even for show. The Latina simply dusted herself off and rolled her shoulders.

Shit, this bitch is indestructible!

She desperately scoured around the room, her eyes landing on the door between Valeria's legs. The agent weakly dragged herself across the debris-ridden carpet towards freedom, caking her sweatstained body in dust and splinters. However, with her combat boot, the enforcer viciously stomped down onto the small of her back, and Asian groaned loudly in pain.

"No one's coming to save you, puta," Valeria sneered. "This hotel's been cleared out and rebellion frequencies are jammed. It will just be me and you until you tell me where the files are."

Alessa could do nothing but continue wheezing for air. Already, bruises were forming on her cheek and prized abs. Having absorbed too much punishment, she could feel her abs had been reduced to simple slabs of meat.

Fuck... this bitch got me good, thought the stricken spy. But if it's just one-on-one... I still have a chance....

She was perspiring heavily now in the humidity of the summer night. She glanced up at her tormentor, getting a good view of her glorious underboobs. They were splendid, the same as Valeria, who was still standing tall and proud. She hadn't even broken a sweat! Alessa couldn't stifle the traitorous surge of pleasure at the overwhelming strength exuding from the woman delivering this beatdown.

Un-fucking-believable. But I only need to hold out for a bit, find an opening. She'll make a mistake.

Against her better judgement and the soreness emanating from her battered gut and possibly fractured hand, Alessa hardened her gaze.

"Never."

"Well--as you Americans say--it's your funeral."

Valeria dropped to her knees and straddled Alessa, pinning her arms under her knees before smiling cruelly. While she loved serving her country, the best part of the job was dominating girls who thought they had a chance against her, let alone thought themselves better like this yankee puta. It was her job to educate these misguided fools, and she loved it. Her moistened pussy could most definitely attest to that.

She proceeded to unleash a storm of punches on her prone opponent's face. Alessa's head snapped back and forth as the hot Latina rocked her beyond belief. With each blow, all the battered Asian beauty could do was groan and take the beating. Spittle flew from her mouth as she was knocked around like a doll. One blow cut her lip, and another smashed into her nose, causing blood to trickle from her nose. Countless left-right-left combos slammed into the defenseless spy as her struggles became more and more feeble. Soon, even her groans grew more and more muted with each pulverizing punch.

Finally, Valeria no longer felt any movement beneath her muscular ass and she slowly stood up. At her feet was the poor, stricken spy Alessa, beaten into unconsciousness. Drool mixed with blood from her lip and nose as it dripped off her cheek. Her fingers twitched and on occasion her battered abs would jerk in a feeble attempt to flex. All this achieved was to jiggle her sweatslick boobs. Somehow the pale, sweaty titties managed to survive the fight unharmed, remaining pristine with only a few specks of dust.

Valeria, after admiring her handiwork, walked over to the kitchen area and filled a glass from the cupboard with tap water. After a couple sips, she returned back to Alessa and poured the remainder onto her opponent's face. The spy sputtered back to life, but all relief in her eyes died as she looked up at the towering enforcer.

Once again hauling her by the hair, Valeria brought Alessa inches from her face. The Asian beauty could only yelp in pain as the latina enforcer wrung her hair of sweat and pulled Alessa close enough for her to smell Valeria's vanilla-tinged scent.

"Feeling more talkative now?" gloated the behemoth.

"How's this?"

Alessa kneed her opponent in her moistened crotch. The spy's knee came back moist with sweat as Valeria dropped her. The raven-haired beauty decided to press her advantage, delivering a roundhouse kick firmly onto the enforcer's ribs. Then she sent two front kicks to the Latina's ribs. The enforcer teetered and was--for the first time in the fight--off balance.

I've gotta close it out now or it's game over for me!

She wound up and leaped in a tornado kick aimed right for Valeria's chin. The spy poured every bit of energy left into every fiber of muscle in her body as she unwound and fired the strongest blow she could muster. However--to Alessa's shock and dismay--it was too slow! Her knockout blow was blocked effortlessly by a single muscled wrist.

In a hasty move, Alessa launched a desperate cross... with her injured hand. The hail mary connected, but it was the spy who shrieked as pain stabbed her knuckles. Valeria remained unphased, her head barely moving from the blow. All momentum died as the pain stunned the secret agent. The mistake would prove disastrous! The Latina grabbed hold of her limp right wrist and squeezed. The unbearable agony crippled the American and her legs gave out. Valeria hauled her limp form over her head and threw her into the opposite wall. Alessa slammed into the drywall, with a mighty groan, leaving a crater the shape of the lean, bruised, and beaten woman.

Alessa fell out of the crumbling hole in the wall and thudded unceremoniously to the ground. As she heaved and huffed pitifully on the carpeted floor, Valeria coldly approached, savoring the view. Though a beaten wreck, or maybe because of it, the spy was a strikingly erotic tableau. Her sweaty, lean body; soaked, messy hair; blood and spit-stained lips, and tenderized yet toned muscles turned on the dangerous huntress. The spy moaned softly as she struggled to her feet, sending a weak left jab at Valeria. The blow bounced off her busty chest and the kick that followed glanced off her still unbeaten abdominals. A single backhand sent from the enforcer sent her tumbling into the corner of the room on all fours.

The Asian's gasps almost sounded like sobs as Valeria grabbed Alessa by her sweatslick hair once more. The spy tried for a last ditch attack on the enforcer's pussy, this time a jab. However, the blow was caught by the Latina's free hand.

"Can't fool me three times," she snidely commented.

Alessa didn't have a moment to feel any fear before a knee smashed into her lip, splitting open an even larger gash. The blow sent her back into the corner slumped. She could feel herself fade in and out of consciousness again.

"This punishment will continue all night; be reasonable. You cannot hope to beat me," Valeria said with mock sympathy.

This fucking bitch....

Alessa spat at Valeria's feet... or tried to. She only managed to send out a pitiful few specks of blood and saliva.

"Then bring it, bitch. Y--you call this a beatdown..?" Alessa mustered.

Blood, sweat, and drool dripped from Alessa's chin onto her perky breasts, which jiggled deliciously with each heaving breath. Her whole body felt like it was baking in this Latin American heat, the rest of her body glistening with sweat. Her white bra and panties were basically see-through at this point.

If the American wanted this one-sided beatdown to continue, Valeria would have no objections, save one....

"Well, if you insist, I implore you to change into something a bit more comfortable."

Valeria reached down and scrunched up Alessa's bra in her hands. The spy's hands bolted to her chest as she was lifted off the ground, but that simply left her panties open for the taking. The enforcer tore the sweatstained garment from the spy, causing her bubble butt to bounce from the force. Alessa's buns and pussy burned from the sudden stripping of her panties, so she was unprepared when Valeria's second hand grabbed hold of her bra.

She tore the sweaty bra in half as if it were paper, releasing Alessa's luscious boobs which bounced about, freed from their constraints. Now completely exposed to her dominator, the spy briefly shivered in the humid heat. Then, the Asian operative was slammed back to the ground, knocking the wind out of her. On any other day, she would have tried to cover up her prized breasts but she had bigger problems. As she gasped for air, she thrust out her perfectly shaped, firm, glistening tits outwards. Her plump, light brown nipples flicked sweat with every ragged breath that jiggled her boobs.

"Hmph. You're beautiful when you're broken," mused the Latina softly.

Tossing the torn remains of clothing aside, Valeria's gaze took on a new tone: predatory lust. She crouched down, gently lifted Alessa's quivering chin, and kissed her collarbone. The enforcer slowly worked her way up her neck, eliciting low moans of pleasure from her stricken foe. As the Latina savored the taste of her kisses, lapping up the sweat from Alessa's pale skin, smiling to herself as she elicited several even louder, erotic moans from her victim.

Alessa was deeply confused by this sudden shift in demeanor, but she was too tired and beaten to resist the release she desired. Valeria kissed on the sweet spot of her neck, wracking her body with pleasure as shivers ran throughout her body in spite of the summer heat.

She knows how to work a woman... in more ways than one!

Pulling away, the Latina asked, "won't you reconsider your decision? This could be a whole lot more fun for the both of us, you know."

"I can't, you know this," Alessa halfheartedly replied.

"It is feeble to resist. Just surrender to the inevitable."

It really is... I can't do this for much longer....

Silence descended for a few moments as a breeze lessened the oppressive heat in the destroyed hotel room. The respite allowed Alessa to catch her breath as soreness emanated from every bit of her body.

No... I have a mission. This isn't just about me. It's about all the others who've suffered at the hands of fuckers like this latina she-hulk. Who've sacrificed for the opportunity to one day return the favor with a punt in the pussy.

Alessa's breathing slowed as she readied herself. She wobbled to her feet, breasts swinging freely as she crumbled against the wall for support. The spy, determined, pulled herself upright as glared fiercely at Valeria with a reignited fire.

"I'm fighting for a cause that will change lives. Sacrificing for the greater good is something a slave of the regime like you would never understand," the spy spat.

The enforcer's eyes darkened.

"Well, I get to enjoy the groans of pain I've been able to crush out of you all the same. I really will just have to beat the information out of you."

Alessa let out a battle cry as she charged the larger woman. She dropped her shoulder and speared Valeria's impenetrable abs with all her might, managing to catch the Latina off guard. The enforcer was toppled to the ground for the first time in this fight. Keeping her injured wrist on Valeria's throat and pinning the enforcer's arms with her legs, the spy began laying into her face with hammer fists. Alessa could feel herself become drenched in even more sweat as blow after blow slammed down on her tormentor. The Latina's eye began to slightly puff up, the first sign of damage throughout the fight.

However, feeling her opponent's rage rising, Alessa tried desperately to increase the damage she was dealing. She drove her entire upper body into each punch, her supple boobs jiggling with each strike. Then, the Asian resorted to raising her legs into the air and double-kneeing the Latina's chiseled abs. The blow hurt, but with both arms now free, Valeria snatched Alessa's juicy tits as they swung about. She squeezed hard as she dug her nails into the soft boob flesh, squishing them until she felt the underlying muscle.

She's gonna pop my tits like balloons! screamed Alessa internally.

Alessa vainly tried slapping Valeria to distract her, but her opponents continued kneading her titties. The enforcer's iron-gripped claws began to break skin and draw small dropless of blood, and Alessa could no longer ignore the searing pain scorching her breasts. She relinquished her choke and tried to pry the Latina's hands off her perky bust.

However, this only resulted in the cruel enforcer tightening her grasp on the titties, protonating her hands as she did. Alessa screamed in agony as the larger woman sat up and took to raising her up into the air by her cleavage. The spy feebly kicked and scratched as she hung by her tits but it was no use. The muscular Latina's hands were like beartraps clamped onto her sensitive boobs. After holding her midair like this for a few seconds, Valeria headbutted the prone spy and a stream of blood spurted from the secret agent's nose, flowing freely down her face onto her boobs and from her nipples to the floor.

With her opponent dazed, Valeria unceremoniously tossed Alessa aside like a ragdoll into the bookshelf once more. With a grunt, the defeated operative's back slammed into the flimsy woodwork, snapping the bookshelf apart. The sweaty, broken woman was buried in an avalanche of dusty books.

Without a moment's respite, the massive Latina strutted over and began digging through the pile. Grabbing the delirious spy by the arm, Valeria hauled her to her feet before brutally straightening her up with an uppercut. With a combination of targeted jabs, Valeria backed Alessa into the wall, each blow alternating between bending her over, blasting her backwards, and straightening her out again. With her victim's back to the wall, she grabbed the battered spy by her throat to hold her upright.

"Where are the files?" Valeria growled.

"Why don't you ask your Papí Acosta?"

A gut punch doubled Alessa over, and a knee to the face drove her back up again. With surgical efficiency, Valeria seemed to almost juggle the brutalized Asian saboteur with a series of punches, knees, and slaps. Each meaty smack reverberated off the walls, sending blood, spittle, and sweat everywhere. Soon, Valeria's knuckles were covered in it as she beat Alessa down only to stand her back onto her feet. The spy could no longer think as she began to frantically fear for her life. Physically, all the fight had left poor Alessa, but the enforcer still didn't have what she needed.

"Where are the files?" repeated Valeria in the same even tone.

"Go fuck your--!"

Before she could finish, Valeria mashed her fist into Alessa's brutalized tits, squeezing droplets of blood from the red clawmarks. Valeria must have enjoyed the sensation of her fist sinking into smooth yet firm boobs, for all her next attacks focused on those supple, vulnerable breasts.

Hooks and jabs and uppercuts were all sent into Alessa's abused cleavage which could only bounce about and absorb the punishment. Each impact sent sprinklings of sweat into the air, with the boob's ripples inviting the next punch to bury itself in the tenderized flesh. The final act of this orgy of titty destruction was to speedbag her breasts. Using the bounciness of the tits against them, Valeria knocked them back and forth on Alessa's beaten boobs at lightning speeds.

The ordeal was only brought to a close once Valeria's rhythm was thrown off as the boobs' began losing their suppleness. The damage to Alessa's breasts by Valeria's ruthless pummelling revealed extremely visible effects.

WIth on last slap, the Acosta Regime's head enforcer stood back to admire her handiwork. Before, the spy's prides and joys were perky, smooth and beautifully firm--boobs any other agent would kill to have. But after their extreme tenderization, her tits sagged sadly, marred with bruises and covered in a mixture of drool, blood, and sweat that dripped from Alessa's lips as her head hung limp.

Valeria pinched the swollen nipples, admiring the light brown nubs as she rolled them between her calloused fingers. The only thing the barely conscious raven-hair operative could do was moan softly as her enemy toyed with her sensitive nipples and areolas. Valera leaned forward close enough for Alessa to feel the Latina's breath on her sweaty neck.

"Where are the files, bonita?" she whispered, clearly enjoying herself.

She took the nipples into her mouth, sucking softly. Bliss overrode the spy's mind for a second as she gasped. Valeria returned to toying with them with her fingers.

With a quiver to her voice, Alessa slowly managed, "try looking up your--!"

Her sarcastic comeback was cut off by a gasp as Valeria sharply twisted the nipples. Her mouth was agape and she was frozen in place. She worked in a couple nasty pulls, drawing a shriek from her captive.

Fuck, she's strong! She could tear my nipple clean off if she wanted! realized the spy, horrified.

Valeria gave one more short tug before leaning in again.

"Also, before I forget...." the Latina began to say.

Her knee slammed into Alessa's exposed pussy, squeezing out an erotic moan--suspiciously close to the sound she'd make during orgasm--from the spy before she slumped onto her thigh.

"There's always penalties for playing dirty," purred the enforcer.

Valeria slowly ground her knee back and forth, sending a wave of both pleasure and pain pulsating from her defeated foe's pussy. She mixed in a few slaps to her round bubble butt, enjoying the way they jiggled and how red handmarks began appearing on the soft, unmarked skin. Alessa began whining even louder as her eyelids began fluttering closed.

"Don't fall asleep on me now, though, cariña," teased the enforcer.

Two more quick knees straightened the Asian up again, a scream affirming she was awake once more.

Then, Valeria moved onto her next target. Though Alessa's abs were already bruised, Valeria knew to break her enemy, they had to be completely obliterated.

Recognizing the threat, Alessa tried tensing her muscles, but from the first shot, she could feel her abdominal wall give. So, Valeria set to work absolutely pummelling those abs. The Latina could feel her second punch sink a solid half-inch into the spy's sleek stomach. By the third, Alessa could no longer hold it and her muscular defenses turned to mush.

The onslaught of blows flung sweat everywhere as lefts, rights, hooks, jabs, and uppercuts all found their way to Alessa's demolished abs, reducing her to a human punching bag. Each blow further tenderized the once rock-hard muscles, each punch sinking further and further into the spy's sexy stomach. The stream of groans slowly grew silent as Alessa became non-responsive to the smashing strikes. With her opponent's abdomen down fully red-raw and with drool and blood flowing freely from her mouth, Valeria buried one last fist into the defeated spy's gut. Leaving it there, she savored the sight before her.

This arrogant spy, so confident in her lithe form was now reduced to a slab of meat in her hands. She glistened with sweat, with the perspiration dripping from her tangled hair, bruised nipples, and twitching fingertips. A mixture of drool and blood formed globulous drops as they flowed from her nose and split lip, fell from her bruised chin onto her battered boobs, slipped down her smooth curves, onto her obliterated abs, and pooling around where Valeria's knuckles remain embedded in Alessa's tummy. She could feel each labored breath pushing against her fist as she further admired the American's bruised eye, dismantled tits and abs, and abused pussy.

"Where are the files?" asked Valeria, finally.

There was no reply as Alessa continued wheezing for air.

"Well, at least you finally learned to shut up," she said with a smirk.

She removed her hand and Alessa collapsed like a sack of potatoes. Valeria turned around and pulled a small radio from her utility belt.

"He capturado la espía, Señor General," she reported, "No podía aprender donde ella escondió las filas, pero podremos continuar interrogándose en la base de operaciones."

However, with her back turned, she couldn't see a weak smile slowly form on Alessa's face. Despite the pool of spit and blood pooling on the floor from her nose and the sweaty, bruised, beaten mess she had been reduced to, Alessa smiled because she saw the transponder underneath her bed flash green.

Well, she laughed to herself, I sure would have liked to have fucked this monstrous bitch up than get the shit beaten out of me for an hour, but all I had to do was buy time.

Smugly, she thought back to when she first returned to her hotel room and plugged the thumbdrive with the stolen files into the hidden transponder. From that moment, the files were being encrypted and uploaded directly to Resistance headquarters and the secret US base of operations. The Regime's jammers couldn't stop their transmission nor did they have the tech to trace the destination. It didn't matter what she said now, because the U.S. government and the Resistance now had those government secrets.

Valeria shut off her radio and turned back to her prisoner, but upon seeing her mischievous grin, she traced Alessa's gaze to under the bed. Frantically, she overturned the bed, revealing a small device with a thumbdrive sticking out of it. It was flashing green, with a message stating "Files Transmitted".

She couldn't believe it... her own arrogance had cost her the mission! Cold fury burned within her and she full-on punted Alessa's breasts, flattening them against her chest. She kicked her again in her pussy, then in what remained of her washboard abs. Valeria stomped those demolished abdominals until she was huffing and puffing.

When she stopped, her prisoner was already knocked out but the message was still sent. Valeria could lie about what she had found to cover for herself and make Alessa pay with weeks of excruciating interrogation, but it wouldn't change what was done. For Alessa, it was a mission accomplished.

The End.

[Horny-Jew]

Good story, but way too violent for my taste.

[krispin]

I like domination stories. Please go on.

[krispin]