Fantasy Female Assassins - The Bodyguard! Full Version (Full Definition)

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The Bodyguard! Full Version (Full Definition)

"Run!" the female assassin shouted, her heart racing as she rushed her client towards the safehouse. The look on his face was a mix of fear and confusion, mirroring her own emotions. The door slammed shut behind them, and she quickly led him up the stairs.

Her breath hitched in her throat as they arrived at the top floor, both of them panting heavily from the exertion. She spun around to face him, her eyes blazing with determination. "Get down!" she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.

As he fell to the floor, she positioned herself on top of him, her body trembling with adrenaline. Her hand clamped down on his mouth, silencing him instantly. Was she protecting him, or was there something else going on?

His eyes darted around the room, searching for any sign of the other agent. "Where's the other cop?" he managed to ask through his panic. Her response was swift and unyielding.

"Shut the fuck up," she hissed, tightening her grip on his face. He tried to free himself from her hold, but it was futile. He couldn't escape the cold, hard truth that he was in grave danger.

She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "I'll teach you for talking," she whispered menacingly. With that, she threw him onto the bed and pinned him down with her body weight.

Her hands roamed freely over his body, slapping him hard across the face whenever he tried to resist. "Don't fuck with me," she warned, her voice a low growl.

He tried to scream, but her hand clamped down on his mouth, muffling his cries. She laughed darkly, enjoying the power she held over him. This wasn't the bodyguard he thought she was; she was an enemy agent, sent to extract information from him.

He watched in horror as she moved into a headscissor hold, her thighs squeezing his head mercilessly. "I don't do mercy," she taunted, her words making his stomach churn.

She varied her holds, moving from headscissors to reverse headscissors, her strength overwhelming him at every turn. He was at her mercy, and she knew it.

As she continued to torment him, she grew bolder, poking his nose and prodding his chest. "I'm just toying with you," she laughed, her voice filled with malice.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching from downstairs. "Shit!" she muttered under her breath, clamping a hand over his mouth to silence him. It was another cop, and they didn't have much time.

She quickly released him from the headscissor and moved into a reverse headscissor, squeezing his head tightly. "You're such a little wimp," she taunted, her voice laced with contempt.

He felt like he was going to pass out, but she showed no mercy. She continued to squeeze, refusing to let up until he finally revealed the location of the other witness.

As the other cop left, she released him from the hold, his entire body shaking from the ordeal. He was broken, both physically and mentally. She had done her job, and she was proud of it.

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