Extraordinary Employee Mission 02

It was a cold night with some snow. There was a big villa. In the gathering gloom, something emerged from the forest and jumped the fence. The figure was dressed in black. The character in a tight-fitting suit had decent breasts, a slim waist, and a strong lower body. Attached to her suit was a pistol with a silencer to one thigh and a remote handcuff device to another. It is a hand-held tool that deploys a Kevlar tether for binding targets from a distance of up to 40 feet. Her suit kept her warm for comfortable operation at any temperature.

The situation was simple. One gang of bikers invaded the turf of a syndicate. But the syndicate had money to employ SuperShot. They sent their employee to move the gang away from the syndicate's territory. Supershot investigated that the gang leader lived in the house with his wife and two guards. The agent was given the task to threaten the gang leader, without killing him, but nothing about the guards.

Sylvia easily navigated the dark. She had a mask with night vision. She dropped to one knee near the garage, as she heard the noise of instruments. Any observer would have been impressed by her black full-body suit which was one-piece and included her feet, hood, and gloves. It's a high-tech working inventory that gives her advantages in dangerous missions. However, she was a special resource who already had advantages with her effective skills.

One guard was doing something in the garage. She knew somewhere there was another guard. The door of the garage was opened. She peeped at the guy and decided to take out one of the men before the other got back.

The female assassin waited until the man stood with his back to the door, and absolutely silently approached him. She grabbed the man's right arm by the elbow and wrist. Using both hands, she twisted it behind him, wrenching it between his shoulder blades. The man screamed out in pain but the scream was cut short as Sylvia kicked a straight leg to his face. Her foot looked like an elastic boot, but it was part of her flexible suit made from shock-proof material, which allowed her to strike without damaging her body. After the kick, the man dropped an instrument and turned to face the unidentified attacker. He aghast stared at the completely black body with a mask and tried to repel her. She was close enough to put both her hands on his shoulders. Kicking off from his shoulders, she elegantly lifted herself up into the air. The man was confused about what kind of stunt she was doing and how to resist it.

Sylvia wrapped her muscular legs around his body. She quickly began to squeeze his stomach, blasting the wind from his lungs. An involuntary short squeal of pain left his lips. She moved her hands from his shoulders and used only her legs to hang herself, her face level with his. She continued to squeeze him, as he tried to push her off or pry her loose, but her hold was very tight.

Unable to breathe or speak, he threw his head back, pushing uselessly at her thigh with both hands. He tried to unlock her legs while supporting her weight. She was surprisingly light with amazing efficiency. He made the next effort and ran forward, towards the wall, with tremendous force. He was going to smash Sylvia's back into the wall. But she bent down from him horizontally and raised her arms to catch the approaching wall. They just softly neared the wall.

He backed away from the wall, but before he was going to run her into the wall again, she punished him with a pulse of her clench. He let out a few grunts, which came out as a wet, garbled groan. Writhing between her legs, he tried to put his fingers between her legs and his stomach, but it was useless. He punched her legs a few times, only getting a satisfied sigh from Sylvia as she kept pressing.

She could feel his every movement of resistance, and those thrashing motions served to actually give her pleasure. She could afford to neutralize him one-to-one for some time. She squeezed him steadily, slowly increasing the pressure in her thighs, feeling him wriggle between them uncomfortably, looking into his eyes with satisfaction as her body encircled his.

The grabbed guard felt that he was running out of time and that he was fast approaching the point of no return. In total despair, he turned towards a table, throwing off instruments. He raised his clenched fists and vainly pounded his fists into her stomach, trying to cause her to lose her deadly grip. The assassin's suit absorbed his punches without a sound, the attack didn't seem to have any effect on her at all. With a stifled sob, his hands moved now to try and unlock her knee and ankle from his back. His hands tried to pry the vice-like grip apart, but his fingers slipped off the smooth, indestructible armor. Sylvia leaned back on the table, supporting her upper body on her elbows, and took pleasure in his useless escape attempt. It seemed like a man's body was captured in giant black pliers.

Suddenly, another man opened a door into the garage and, taken aback, looked at them. Sylvia knew that there should be one more guard on the first floor. She put herself in danger by killing a man slowly in a house with many enemies. She used her abs to lift herself up and pull a pistol with a silencer from her thigh. She quickly aimed and shot as she continued hooking her legs around the standing man. The guard that she shot fell to the floor with a bullet in his head.

The man with the body garrote took advantage of the situation and swung his fists at her head, but she caught his hands. He proved to be a healthy guy with a lot of stamina. Things got too dangerous, and Sylvia decided to act more quickly. She pulled herself up on his arms and quickly jumped and repositioned herself higher up, now her legs wrapping around his ribcage. She began thrusting her legs out straight and crushing him with her thighs.

He gasped desperately for air and his face became contorted with terror. There were cracking noises coming from the man's chest now. He threw his head back, letting out a cry of agony. Almost in response, Sylvia leaned back, her hands hanging at her sides, as she let out grunts of exertion that turned into gasps. The guy stumbled for the exit because he couldn't detach the black pitfall that was killing him. Sylvia cleverly hooked onto the shelves to keep him from going forward. One more crack of bone and a scream, and blood began to trickle from his mouth. With a final effort, he clawed frantically at the deadly limbs, desperately trying to shake his chest free of the suffocating, clinging noose of the girl's crotch.

He weakened and sank to his knees, and then fell to the floor on top of her. As he lay on top of her, struggling, she continued to hold him tightly against her, wrecking his body between her legs, feeling his flesh loosen between her thighs. She looked into his face now, reading his pained expression, watching his energy leave him. She loved that sensation. The flow of blood from the man's mouth was increasing as he tried to free himself from the vise. Now he twitched and convulsed, his eyes rolling, and his color darkening. She could feel his life slipping out of his body. She squeezed him harder, and it was like he was getting crushed, like a puppet on her strings. She became incredibly aroused but forced herself to forget about it, for the time being. She held the guard for some time after she was sure he was dead. She unlocked her death-giving legs and stood up to gasp a full lungful of air into her excited body.

After catching her breath for some time, Sylvia started noiselessly walking toward the house. She crossed over the dead body next to the exit door. Two dead bodies were left in the garage. Intelligence indicated the boss and his wife were in a bedroom on the second floor. Their names were Sara and Brett.

A black, tightly-clothed figure calmly climbed the stairs because she was sure about the positions of the targets. Slowly opening the door of the bedroom, she saw a man lying on a bed, but his wife wasn't in the room. She slowly stepped into the room without an attempt at concealment.

"What the hell?!" said the man loudly as he saw a strange person. He was in boxers and probably was getting ready for bed. He was 6'1". The man, baffled, jumped up after seeing a woman ninja in his bedroom.

He seemingly had the advantage over her 5'7" height, but she was equipped and her martial arts skills put her above most average goons. He wasn't aware of that fact.

"You came to the wrong house!" he angrily charged toward the assassin, but she sidestepped him and slammed her foot into his rock-hard abs. He staggered back and doubled over, still on his feet.

His wife heard the noise, so she went out of the bathroom. "Brett, who is that?!" she shouted.

"Call Jerry! Someone sent another clown!" The couple didn't think Brett would have any trouble with the small woman in a masquerade. Brett saw the pistol on Sylvia's thigh but he figured she wasn't going to use it. The man charged again, looking to tackle her to the ground.

But they were surprised when her right leg swung straight up in a rising kick, the toe of her foot catching Brett right under the chin. Amazingly, she used the momentum to throw herself backward, curving her back and landing on her hands before performing a tidy back walkover. The force of the kick made him wobble.

After the flip, Sylvia picked up the hand-held tool for distance binding of targets. She worried that the wife could soon be going to call for help. That would obstruct her from effectively and satisfactorily having enough time with them. Therefore, she shot at Sara. A kevlar tether flew out of the device and tightly strapped the wife's hands to her body. The woman screeched and fell to her knees when the tether painfully lashed her.

Brett considered that he had to try to stop her with more sensible moves. He stood in a boxing stance and waved two hooks at either side of Sylvia's head. She gracefully ducked the first, weaved out of the way of the second, and drove the back of her elbow deep into his chest. The hit to his rib caused a short shout from the man.

Brett moved in a fury, throwing a massive haymaker at her masked head. Sylvia gracefully ducked under it and came up with a lightning-quick jab with two fingers penetrating his rib cage. Her fingers in the suit hardened during sharp impacts, as did the whole material of the suit. "ARRRGH!" he sounded, pain jarring through his chest. Sylvia heaved an ecstatic sigh. She was obviously enjoying it.

"Stop! Who are you?!" screamed Sara while lying on the floor, unable to help him.

Brett just kept coming at her, swinging his big heavy arms. And she just kept dancing out of the way, dodging an uppercut here, ducking a hook there. The next thing he saw was the sole of her foot rocketing towards his face. She drop-kicked him right in the face with a loud leathery smack.

Brett clamped his jaw, scowling at her, and lunged at her, attempting to grab hold of her. But Sylvia was too quick for him, cartwheeling off to the left before his paws could touch her. Sylvia landed one more clean hit to the back, that staggered him. He was losing energy with every step against her.

He threw a swing, and she ducked beneath it. He tried to slam her down, but she rolled around him and ended up behind him. He turned around fast and got a punch to the throat - but with the knuckle of Sylvia's middle finger protruding slightly outwards for more effective penetration. Brett's eyes bulged as the strike connected, and his hands instinctively covered his neck as he broke into a fit of violent coughing. While his body was unprotected, Sylvia kicked him in the kidney. The pained expressions on his face and guttural yelps were agreeable for Sylvia.

A shiver ran through her body, causing her to crouch momentarily, her hands stoked her thighs with satisfaction. Rising abruptly, she vigorously shook her bottom, the contours of her glutes emphasized by thick, but snug full-body suit. "Mmm, feels so good! Bring it on!". She enjoyed seeing his body become softer and pliable. He was sweating profusely and gasping for air. It wasn't like disarming an enemy quickly. She was draining him. He was just completely soaked in sweat and about to drop from exhaustion.

Desperate, he threw a swing at her head, which was easily caught by Sylvia. In a flash, she pulled on his striking arm and lifted him over her shoulder with ease. He landed harshly on his back, but Sylvia still held onto his arm. Her fingers pressed hard into the back of his hand while crushing the muscle against the bone, twisting his wrist and eliciting a few cries. Then she threw down his arm and noticed the wife, who was struggling with the lasso and growling.

Sylvia came to the twitchy body and was going to make sure that the woman couldn't escape. She forcibly turned the woman on her stomach and mounted her back. The ninja took a zip-tie from her thigh and started to bind Sara's hands. While she was tying the biker's wife, the body continued struggling with pleasing vitality under Sylvia. She felt the woman's wiggly body through her form-fitting tactical suit. When the woman was tied up, Sylvia waited for a little while, touching the woman's shoulders and back. She arched her back slowly, her thighs parting to press her crotch closer against the woman. She wouldn't mind staying longer, imagining that she could call excellent screams also from this vibrant body, while she squeezed it into whimpering jelly with her thighs.

The special employee decided to carry out her task in another way. Sylvia got off the woman and stood up. She did not seem to be in a hurry anymore. She slowly removed her mask and dropped it on the bed. The assassin revealed a very attractive blue-eyed young face, still in a tight suit that covered her head and chin. It was a precaution for working anonymously, which she broke. However, she was going to achieve the extra result for which she was respected. Sylvia stretched her hands up into the air. She arched her back a bit and enjoyed a quick stretch. She then looked up and around the room. Sara looked at Sylvia, spooked, not knowing what the teen ninja was going to do next with them.

Brett was trying to recover and clear the cobwebs. Sylvia came back to the tired boss's body and kicked his chest as she turned his body face-up. She then crawled on top of Brett's head and sat down. He thrashed and twisted as her legs swung and got into position right over him. She opened her legs over Brett's head and, with her hands, forced his head between her legs. She clamped her thighs closed and reverse head-scissored him. In a quick movement, she opened her legs just enough so she could pull his head deep into her hold. She then squeezed her legs again and released his hair. Brett's hands grabbed her thighs to escape, but her legs weren't moving.

Sylvia casually grabbed Brett's boxers and pulled his underwear off. Her hand reached out and grabbed his dick and gave it a rough tug. Clever fingers were skillfully manipulating it, so the cock soon had him fully erect. "What are you doing?! What the fuck?!" shouted Sara, who was lying on the floor and couldn't move. Sylvia just looked into her eyes, bent her head, and took Brett's dick in her mouth, sucking deeply, she began to fellate it. Brett was understandably distraught about this strange turn of events. He arched his back into the air and kicked with his legs. He wiggled his body around and used all of his strength. And he wedged an arm between her thighs, struggling to create space for himself.

The black-covered head bobbed up and down as Brett's hands frantically searched Sylvia's legs for a possible weak point to try and free himself. Finally, he managed to wedge his second arm between her thighs, using both arms to fight against the pressure of her legs around his neck. He started to unclamp the vice with his elbows. He didn't know that she had deliberately let him insert his arms. Now his arms, together with his head, were stuck between her legs.

Sylvia looked at the wife while continuing to massage him orally. Sylvia wanted to be sure she was seeing this, as she started to tighten her thighs slowly around Brett's head and elbows. He desperately tried to bridge out of her hold, but her grip was tightening uninterrupted. His arms were extending forcefully. He screamed in misery as pain coursed through both his shoulders, neck, and ears. He was struggling, moving from side to side. Sylvia kept him trapped as he continued to squirm.

The mountain of a man had been reduced to a groaning mess by the legs and mouth of a special agent that was still wrapped around his cock. Visibly trembling, Brett was now completely paralyzed by pleasure and pain, unable to do anything more than whine and moan softly. Her crimson lips slowly released him with a wet pop, then she finished the work by hand. Every muscle in his physique tensed up as his cock finally exploded in her hand. Crying out in ecstasy as he fully surrendered to the orgasm she had so easily coaxed out of him. The limp body dropped to the floor as she opened her legs.

Sylvia climbed off the man and did a backward somersault, arching her back in a deep stretch. She raised her arms in the air as if it was part of the performance. Sylvia smiled: "Oh! great competitive sparring! I see you liked it too." Her whole face lit up. She was panting and licked her lips. Clearly, she was getting some serious sexual pleasure from performing like this, "So, the Syndicate wants to work with you only on their terms. I have just delivered the message." They were in a state of shock and were afraid of saying anything. Sylvia put the mask on again and left the home to an extraction point, where her helicopter would pick her up.

There was no doubt the order was completed successfully. Sylvia was reprimanded for close contact with the victim where this was not appropriate. However, her employer concluded that the plan for the next mission, where only through a similar tight connection could the task possibly be executed.