Olympic Spy
Time: 28:48 minutes
Starring: Malice
This video features: strangle_garrote unconscious hosiery forced_sex espionage forced_bj cum_shot




The agent receives a call, a confirmation that the female agent he must take out is in place -- the time to act is now. She has infiltrated the Olympic games, murdering one of the young promising gymnastics finalists whom she has a striking resemblance to. She has been training for months for this assignment and tonight, when she walked out on the floor, she would take out her target; a significant political figure, sitting in one of the viewing boxes above. But right now, she stretched and trained and concentrated on success.

He was already in her room when she turned around, standing there before her, slack, unarmed. She knew this agent. About four years ago he was getting close to her people, so to send him a message, she was sent to assassinate his family. She shot his wife, teenage daughter, and pet, all execution style. She knew he would have a vendetta. But she had the jump on him and in a moment of his distraction, she grabbed her gun, pointing it at him. He seemed unimpressed. She fired. 'CLICK' It was a misfire. He had the gun out of her hand and his piece leveled at her chest in an instant.

She was silent as he spoke to her, the hatred evident. She knew what she had to do to live. He knocked her out with his gun.

She awoke with something around her neck and she knew she would die. There was nothing more she could do, so she just smiled and taunted him. He pulled hard on the silk ribbon around her neck, letting it dig tightly into her skin. She convulsed and bucked, her legs kicking high into the air, her body rapidly twisting and turning. She had no chance, he was much stronger then her. She was small and petite -- the perfect fit for an Olympic athlete.

He ********* her until her face was purple, her tongue bulging out, her body convulsing, shaking, spasming. Several minutes went by, slower and slower she got until finally she was dead.

He was almost saddened by her death, rambling about what could have been, insinuating that the family she killed was a fake. He went on to say that he also talked about her mother, the relationship they had, perhaps one that created her, which would make this spy --- well, let's just keep wondering about that, shall we?

He admires her one last time. Oh, what could have been, he thought, and left.