Extraordinary Employee – Mission 01

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Tom is the boss of his company. He lent a lot of money to unreliable people. They have missed all the deadlines. They asked him to wait longer. Later, they just disappeared. Tom requested the services of a private military company called “SuperShot” to help retrieve his money. The company wasn’t easy to find. He knew about this company from his friends because it’s a secret and slightly illegal organization. However, they have established methods that ensure 99% successful results.

After several days, SuperShot found the unreliable debtors and reported that they’d soon confront them. Tom preferred to go there himself. SuperShot’s representatives said that it was a bad idea; they preferred to work alone. But Tom was very persistent. The company agreed and explained the next steps. They found the debtors in a hotel. The next morning would be the ideal moment. They all would be in one room. Tom could accompany SuperShot’s agent to visit them.

In the morning, Tom arrived at the hotel. He walked into a parked van. Inside was a man with a laptop and a young woman. The woman was blonde, around 25-30 years old, with blue eyes, and approximately 5’7” tall. She wore a dark grey coat and black matte gloves. It was curious because the weather was not so cold. She had a lot of bright white teeth, framed by her lips, and she was very attractive. The man wore a business suit.

“Hello Tom, currently all three guys are waking up in the hotel room. We are ready to visit them. This is Sylvia. She will deal with them. You can just watch the process or talk with your debtors,” said the man. Sylvia had just finished tying her long, flowing blonde hair into a ponytail. When her sleeves fell down, Tom saw that she was wearing elbow-length gloves. He thought, “Is she planning to work as a dominatrix dancer?”

“Sorry, what kind of work will it be?” Tom couldn’t help asking.

“We will succeed, by all means necessary. It may cause some noise, but Sylvia works clearly and quickly,” answered the man and looked at Sylvia and added: “Sometimes, not so quickly.” She silently smirked with a very thin smile. “We mainly work anonymously. I remind you again, you shouldn’t go with her or watch.”

“She is going **in alone? I have to warn you. They aren’t nice guys. They are three adult men. I don’t know, maybe one of them knows how to fight.”

“Don’t worry, Tom, it’s my regular work,” Sylvia answered for the first time. Her voice further indicated her age.

“She has appropriate skills,” added the man. “It’s none of your business how we will handle it. Usually, our clients do not need to see our methods. We use modern technologies and remember, you’ll be bound by our confidentiality agreements if you go.” He looked one more time at the laptop. “It’s time for you to go.”

They passed by the reception and went to an elevator. They pressed the top floor number. Immediately, Sylvia started to remove her coat.

“Stop, what are…?” Tom saw that Sylvia wasn’t wearing boots. They were part of her full suit.

She took off her coat and revealed a strange suit. It looked like a black rubber diver’s suit, which covered her from neck to foot. The figure of the girl, tightly encased in the one-piece suit, was slim-waisted. Her whole body was muscular, with slender hands and strong long legs.

“It’s my armor. Please don’t ask anything,” Sylvia said and pulled a tight hood of the suit over her head that hid her hair and chin. The suit wasn’t smooth like a human body; it looked more like it consisted of a rough matte texture.

He found it weird to see a woman in a rubber suit. Sylvia pulled out from her coat a mask that looked like black glasses with a compact respirator. The glasses probably had a night vision feature, because they were a little bigger than usual sunglasses. Sylvia stood in front of Tom, smiled, and strapped the mask with belts to her head. She also had a pistol with a silencer attached to one thigh and a knife with plastic zip ties attached to the other. The gun gave him confidence in the sefaköy escort success of the operation.

They arrived at the floor and stepped out of the elevator. Sylvia began to walk first. Tom didn’t hear any sound as Sylvia moved along the corridor. Her feet must have had a special coating. Tom stared at her one-toned coveralls without a sash at the waist. It was only a one-piece full-body suit including the hood.

Tom knocked on the door. After a moment, a young man opened the door. Suddenly, he felt his wrist gripped tight as Sylvia’s fingers closed around it. Surprised, he had no time to resist when Sylvia delivered a straight leg kick to his face. She pulled him out of the room, swung him around, and twisted his arm painfully. Then she delivered a blow to the back of his head with a perfectly placed spinning wheel kick. He fell with a sharp thud to the floor.

“Bring him in the room,” Sylvia said calmly. Her mask didn’t significantly distort her voice.

Sylvia entered quickly and went to the center, where two men were resting. One was big and muscular, standing in the center of the room, while the other was smaller, sitting on the edge of the bed. They were both about 6′ tall.

Sylvia executed an athletic move and performed a spinning flying head scissors on the big man, wrapping her legs around his head and twisting, then allowing her body to drop down, causing all her weight to flip the big guy over. She landed with him, giving him one quick, powerful squeeze with her legs. He shouted sharply from the pain. In the next second, she released the man’s head and performed a kip-up to get back on her feet. She had to turn her attention to the third man.

She was very fast, but the last guy had time to get a knife. Sylvia quickly walked up to him. She noticed the knife, but took his hand, which was without the knife, with both hands. He slashed, and the knife struck her flank without penetrating at all. The man was very surprised. Immediately, she raised a leg, climbed up his arm with the knife, and hoisted herself onto his shoulders. Leaning on his hand with hers, she pulled his other arm between her legs. She threw her stomach over his head and started stretching. She was like a black snake wrapping around his hands in a crucifix hold. His head was pressed back against her stomach, unable to use his arms.

A crunch of bones was heard. The man screamed in pain but still continued to stand and wriggle. There was one more crack and he cried out in sheer agony. The man dropped the knife and fell to his knees. Sylvia released the hold and stood up. She raised his arm and gave it a powerful twist, shattering the bones in his wrist in one dominating motion, before dropping his hand. The man gave a final sharp cry, and at the same time, Sylvia gave a short squeal. It wasn’t clear if that was a cry of pleasure or if she finished her move with this sound.

Tom watched, wide-eyed. In real life, he had never seen a woman use such athletic moves. The two men were still squirming on the floor, the first man, who opened the door, was unconscious. Sylvia’s black mask glanced at him, “Bring him from the hallway to here.” Tom remembered what he had been asked and went to do it. She looked at the other big guy who was coughing badly. The big man was starting to come around when Sylvia advanced quickly on her still-dazed opponent, placing him in a seated position, with her legs wrapped around his torso. The man tried to get out of it but Sylvia took him down to the ground, sitting behind him. With the big man in front of her, Sylvia locked her ankles and began squeezing the man’s middle. The man’s hands went immediately to the rubber-clad thighs that were crushing him, trying to separate them. Sylvia kept on squeezing her victim as the man began to moan. He tried to free himself by hitting her thighs, but the blows felt more like hitting a brick wall. Her suit protected her easily from the sharp blows. There wasn’t a woman’s şehzadeler face under the mask, but it was clear she gave a slight moan.

Meanwhile, she pulled a zip tie from her thigh, grabbed his hand, and twisted it behind the elbow. The man yelled out loud in pain. She forced his other hand down, gripping the wrist. He struggled but didn’t make much progress. Then she tied his hands with a zip tie and gave him a final short, powerful squeeze. The assassin released the hold and leaped to her feet. She was enjoying herself, breathing deeply while her victim abruptly wriggled and tried to catch his breath.

Even if she didn’t say a word, everyone understood that this assassin was a woman. She had a flat tummy, decent breasts, and a beautiful butt. She had the perfect balance of femininity and muscle, visible even under the tight unitard.

Tom took the man from the corridor by his legs and started to pull him into the room. Sylvia turned around, looking at the small man with broken arms still on the floor. She slowly crouched down to him and forced him to move both his hands behind his back. He began struggling again, sensing how dangerous the situation was for him. She picked up another zip tie and tied up the small man with it. He squirmed in pain, but there was nothing he could do.

Tom dragged the man to the floor near the bed. He was younger and more attractive than the other men. He was in his early twenties. He was clean-cut and muscular enough with dark hair. Tom brought the man near the bed. Sylvia excitedly leaped onto the bed. The brunette was just starting to recover and sit up on the floor.

“As you understand, we came for the money, which you have not returned until now,” Tom started talking, but he looked at Sylvia in surprise. Her pair of black rubber-clad legs slid around the young man’s neck and reeled him to the bed.

Sylvia grabbed his arms and pulled him on top of her. She captured him in a headscissors. Now the young man’s face was in the woman’s crotch with Sylvia holding on to his wrists. The man tried to stand up to relieve some of the pressure from the intense scissor hold, but her sturdy black legs were way too strong. The female assassin plops her back onto the bed, pouring on the pressure as the man grunts at his tormentor’s thighs. The captive screamed and groaned wildly into the woman’s crotch.

“Ok, we’ll give it back tomorrow!” one bound man shouted. He must have heard the screams from the bed.

Tom’s mouth was dry and his heart pounded. He still couldn’t get used to her suit and especially to her methods of work. He couldn’t see her face but was sure she was having fun doing this. Tom was feeling quite weak. He had never seen anyone beat men so easily.

“Ok, you know my accounts,” answered Tom.

“Aaah!” But this time it was Sylvia who was squealing with delight.

It was clear from this point that this particular type of physical harm wasn’t necessary. She could just bind them, using a knife or pistol, but she wanted somebody to scream and squirm between her thighs. SuperShot knew about the extraordinary behavior of one of its employees but didn’t mind as long as she always did a very good job.

The man’s hands ran up and down the young girl’s incredible legs, trying to pull them apart, but it was impossible. Sylvia had already released his wrists. She wanted to change positions and spread her legs as he put all his strength into it to bridge her off. She quickly re-grabbed his waist between her solid legs. She dragged him into her crotch and fixed his torso between her thighs. He had a look of terror that said that he realized that he couldn’t fight her. She gave him a sample squeeze with her well-trained legs that made him moan in pain under her, although it looked like the male and female were having fun in bed to an outsider.

She honed her legs almost specifically for that very purpose, to do her work by her unusual methods and get pleasure from torturing males or females by selçuklu escort squeezing. Sylvia tilted her head to the side as the man winced in pain and tried to move, but he seemed stuck. And as she tightened her bodyscissors again, there was a cracking sound and the man felt a stabbing pain in his chest. His grunt and groan served as more encouragement for her.

Tom was even more shocked. “She really gets off on hurting people and she is a trained combatant. I can’t imagine what she can do to somebody during sex,” he thought. It wasn’t any great mystery, as Sylvia’s low moans started turning into panting sighs of pleasure. She made a sound of pleasure and looked at Tom. “I will be done with my job soon; please make sure they are still tied up.”

“Please, stop,” the man was obviously feeling bad. She had especially fallen in love with this guy’s body and wasn’t going to stop. She rolled over to her side to get a tighter grip around his muscular body, turning him around between her torturing legs and easily moving him closer to her crotch. A guttural sound emitted from the man drove her to squeeze harder. Suddenly, he gave out one final high-pitched cry. She soon released her hold but wasn’t finished with him. She rolled him around to lay on top of him.

Her legs were locked around his legs, her feet pressed into the legs of the young man. The young man tried to push Sylvia away, but couldn’t move his legs. She quickly put his legs in a grapevine hold. Her firm breasts heaved in her suit at eye level. She sighed contentedly, moving back and shaking her hips side to side until their bodies were tightly entwined. She was going to play with his muscles as she ground on him, before actually squeezing the life out of him. Her legs stretched his captured limbs wide and he yelled in pain. She put her hands on her waist and suspended her body over him. It looked like a very strong pose. The young guy winced in agony as Sylvia’s killer legs began to spread him apart. The male’s hands were all over Sylvia’s thighs and ass, trying to find a weakness, but the assassin had her hold locked in tight. She screamed with pleasure when she could feel the man’s struggling body between her thighs. She put her arms down and started fondling his chest and stomach. She would have liked to have fun with him without clothes but wasn’t sure that the other men wouldn’t untie themselves in the near future and Tom could handle them. Sylvia’s wiry, black-covered hand moved to where she knew she’d cracked his rib and pressed, slowly increasing the pressure until she felt the rib bend and he shrieked even louder. She felt a rush of adrenaline rip through her. She lost her breath momentarily from the pleasure this gave her and she squeaked out another scream. She shuddered, spreading her legs wider in the powerful throes of her orgasm.

“Please, stop,” the brunette begged. She seemed to have forgotten him for a moment and wasn’t paying attention as he groaned. She slowly moved her hands from the man’s chest to her hips. She needed to wait for a bit to catch her breath, enjoying their game of pleasure and pain. She was silent for a moment and then released her legs and got up to kneel over her prey.

She looked around, saying, “Okay, we are done here. This is a good moment for me to complete the mission.” She climbed off the bed. “Ok, guys, it was wonderful to meet you. I guess you don’t want to see me anymore. Please do whatever is necessary.” Sylvia didn’t look at Tom; she said, “We’re going down.” Probably she had a microphone in her mask.

They ran to a back stairway. She didn’t want anybody from the hotel to see her in her working suit. The coat in the elevator was the only item that showed she had been in the hotel. There wasn’t any DNA, fingerprints, hair, or spit left behind. Tom followed, continuing to look at her suit, which clung tightly to her body, emphasizing her shapely curves. Then they got back into the van with the man with the laptop.

“I think they all learned a lot. Let’s go!” said the man, knocking twice on the cabin wall. “I have turned on the hotel’s cameras again.”

Sylvia unmasked herself, pulling her head out of the tight black hood, and shook her hair to make it look good. Her face positively glowed. She looked straight at Tom with her blue eyes. “Did you enjoy watching me work?” She couldn’t hide the pleasure and smile in her voice.

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