Katerina tests a pair of thugs
by demon_integral  lostellen@yahoo.com
A slender, stunning tool of a Russian expediter destroys two goons


Oleg slouches forward against the ropes binding him to a stout wooden chair. A
similar chair sits vacant, as Pyotr chooses to spend his time ambling about
the room, seeming to gesture at the blank walls.

"Nikolai, the money was gone. That slut Valerie, she must have pulled a scam;
set something up. You know me. Oleg, you know how he is, with the girls.
Valerie could have twisted him around her little finger... she is poison, that
one. Lovely, but deadly. Who knows what she got him to believe? Did you talk
to him?"

I watch from behind a thick pane of one way glass. Nikolai Pestrenka. An
expediter. Russian mafia... the image brings a smile to my face. No, just a
simple Russian businessman; doing business as business has always been done.
True, Boston is not Vladivostok...

"Pyotr. You were supposed to watch him. Keeping his eyes on the prize, that
was your responsibility. Valerie... bah! Even if she had sunk her claws into
Oleg, you were supposed to be there to pull them out."

"So... what, Nikolai. What? Do I slap him around in here, get him to tell us
what he did with the money, him and that slut? Get up, Oleg... you dog!" The
sound of flesh striking flesh fills the white room. "Tell us about Valerie,
you stupid fool!"

"Pyotr. Valerie is not your problem. She is your problem..." I warn as a door
opens in a featureless wall. A gorgeous, tall blonde walks into the room; with
a strut. Pauses, hand on hip, as the door closes behind her.

"Katerina... no, Nikolai! Keep your crazy bitch away from me!"

My crazy bitch, Ekaterina Malisandre, Katerina... Kate. Straight, ice blonde
hair, pale green eyes; a long, lean, decidedly lethal body. Lithe, toned;
wearing only a leather top and thong, that body sleekly displayed. Wearing her
special shoes; pointed steel-capped toe, four inches of steel spike heel.

Pyotr backs into the corner, to the left of this glass; while Kate lifts her
foot into the seat of the empty chair, props her elbow on her knee, lowering
her chin into a casually cupped palm. Gazes at Piotr from under lidded eyes.
Her look loudly proclaiming... you bore me.

"You know how these things resolve. If a man has a pure heart, and believes he
has done no wrong; then the evil this girl so enjoys should not be able to
harm him, no? Pyotr, you are a good man, nyet?"

I can see the gears turn in his mind. He settles into a loose, fighting stance
as Katerina stretches. Raising her arms above her head, then letting them hang
loose at her side; striding forward with the chilling grace of a feline
predator. Crossing one long shapely leg in front of the other; her upper body
lowering as she draws near.

Snap! One smooth motion draws her knee upwards and out, launching a kick at
his side. Blocks with a lowered elbow; with his forearm, as she tosses out a
brief flurry of low kicks. He senses her draw back; she does, bouncing on her
heel. Leaping up and twisting her hips, her right leg rising into the air; he
steps forward to meet the snap of heel against his chest.

"Umph," he squeals to her back as she casually walks away... "Fuck you,
bitch!" Going after her, fists swinging. She moves as if she has eyes on the
back of her head, avoiding his blows; moving her body just enough to cause him
to miss. Jumping forward, with a quick turn, to face her opponent. Sending a
high flash kick to his head. Pyotr turns aside right before her steel heel
tears across his face, causing him to stumble. Her eyes flash; snapping the
pointed toe of her shoe deep into the meat of his upper thigh.

"Ugh! Gah... you bitch!" Pyotr howls from the painful bruise. He lumbers
forward, crouching low; throwing a few punches towards the center of her body.
Yet Katerina knows, he is now hers. Her eyes sparkle as she dances away from
his feints and thrusts. Waiting for her moment, when he forgets the ache in
his thigh, when he carelessly leans to the left. A sudden burst of pain
reminds him how hard she can kick. Before he can regain his balance, he gets
another agonizing reminder. A hard steel toe punches his calf, his shin.

"Ahhh...gh!" Bellowing like a wounded beast, Pyotr howls. Pain rushes along
his nerves in a red, crushing wave. Before his vision clears, she is behind
him. Pressing her foot against the top of his calf, stepping down. Forcing his
knee to bend. Giving him a shove that reeks of disdain, Pyotr is pushed to the
ground. Elbows tucked under his chest, just turning his head to the side; to
see the tip of her toe hurling towards his side.

Man. She can kick! Those long, lean legs... snap her feet... like a missile. I
am aroused, seeing her drive those pointed toes into his side, so very fucking
hard. His eyes bulge, round like platters; indrawn breath hissing between his
teeth. Dark, angry purple spreading along his side. Just one powerful kick
from Katerina's lethal legs can break a man's body. Take the fight right out
of him.

She slowly walks around his crumpled form. Bends her knees, reaching a hand
along the back of his head, before closing her fist tightly around a thick
clump of hair. Standing up straight and pulling Pyotr to his unsteady feet.
Guiding him towards the vacant chair, he swings a vicious elbow towards her
gut; a move she easily avoids, before turning to drop into the chair.
Spreading her thighs. Letting Piotr drop to the edge of the chair between
them.

Propped on the edge of the chair, Pyotr leans back into her, teeth clenched;
as Katerina raises her long sexy legs to his sides, her feet into his lap,
where her ankles cross; stretching forward, tangled together. Slowly, she
starts to squeeze his waist between her slim, bare thighs. Straightening those
long, slender legs... tightening them... forcing him to moan in pain... to
gasp with hard, muscular contractions of her inner thighs.

"Pyotr. How swiftly have you fallen to her. You are not good, Pyotr; and now
she is going to show you , her evil..."

"Nikolai, please... make her stop!" Pyotr struggles between Katerina's
luscious legs. She merely teases him, with quick bursts of pressure, before
she lets him turn in the chair. Now his wounded side presses against her sex,
deep in the grasp of her thighs; cupping her fingers under his chin, she turns
his head, making him face her. So that she can stare into his eyes, flex her
lean thighs... force her long legs together...

Katerina's legs... squeeze... Pyotr moans... "ugh... uh. uh. uh. ahh...
Katerina... please... stop..." struggling to pry his hands between her
knees... ease the pressure, if only for a moment... wincing, as she rolls her
sex along his side... Katerina, becoming aroused... the feeling of the muscles
along her legs, flexing, contracting, tightening around a man's body... her
strong... sleek... legs... squeezing... the air... from his lungs...
squeezing... his stomach... so... very... fucking... hard. Making him
squeal... by clasping... her inner thighs... constrictions, tightening...
tightening... shivers travel down her spine. Standing abruptly, she shoves him
off of the edge of the chair. Pyotr can only crumple to the floor. With her
vicious kicks, with her slim yet strong legs; Katerina has nearly broken this
man.

Now she turns her attention to Oleg and the ropes that bind him to his chair.
She stands before him, defiant, with her hands on her hips as the last coils
of rope fall away.

"Oleg..."

Groggy, he slowly lifts head, causing Katerina to smile. Raising her knee,
extending her foot, placing the sole of her shoe against his chest.
Straightening that long limb, with a push to his chest that topples his chair
backwards. When he scrambles to his feet, Katerina is seated on the floor, in
the far corner, turned to her side. Pyotr, looking battered, rests his back
against the wall, with his side deep in the vee of Katerina's slender thighs;
Katerina's lovely long legs wrapped around Pyotr's middle...

"Oleg," I speak in a low voice, "Pyotr was not good. See how he has been
overcome, by wicked Katerina, and her evil desires? Look at this dog; this
morning he was your partner, now, he is her partner. Watch closely, Oleg, as
this enchanting girl tightens those lean... lethal... legs... as his
stomach... collapses... between her... strong... slender... thighs. Watch my
lovely Katerina... squeeze... the life... from his body... with those legs..."

Grinding her crotch into his bruised side brings a steady whimper to his lips.
She holds his chest firmly against her upper body with her arms, while her
legs contract around his stomach. Inner thighs flex, constrict; then release,
with a brush of her sex along his side...

"Katerina..." he moans; groaning in agony, while her legs... squeeze... even
tighter... "Kate, please! Ugh"

"Ugh... uh. uh. uh. K... ugh!" Katerina gazing upward into Oleg's eyes as he
approaches. Putting her hands behind her back, palms downward. Running the tip
of her tongue along her lower lip as her pale green eyes bore into Oleg.
Tension runs along her lithe form, as her hips arch slightly upward, and
Katerina's long... powerful... legs... straighten... and squeeze... and
squeeze... and squ... eee...

A sick, crunching sound, echoes around the room. A gout of blood, falls from
Pyotr's lips; ribs snap, shred his internal organs, as Katerina moans in
ecstasy. Her eyelids grow heavy as tremors race along her tightly locked
legs...

"You foul bitch!" Oleg screams, sending a hard left crashing against the side
of her head. Another punch grazes her lip as she leans back out of the way.
Standing wearily, letting the shattered Pyotr roll bonelessly from between her
legs, Katerina backs away. Runs a finger along her lip, gazing down at the
deep red blood spread along her digit. Lifts her eyes to the advancing Oleg as
she licks the blood. And purrs.

A sequence of punches reach out for her face and body, but she moves aside
with seemingly effortless grace. Lifting a knee to block an occasional kick,
she seems to dance with Oleg across the room. Until she maneuvers him into a
position of false confidence. Oleg takes a lunging step forward; Katerina
twists in a blur, meeting his advance with the leading edge of her shin.

"Umph!" Gasping, doubled over; the breath slammed from his body, Oleg is
momentary defenseless. In an instant, Oleg is on hands and knees. Katerina,
exploiting his weakness; kicking him so... hard... in the chest... in the
stomach...

Putting on hand on an out-thrust hip, she gives me a sassy smile through the
glass.

"Looks like I broke another of your goons, Nikolai."

She brings a chair from the center or the room, placing its back to the glass
in front of me. Then she helps Oleg to his feet, guides him to the chair,
directs him to sit on the lip of the seat, facing back, his arms crossed over
the back of the chair.

"Stay," she teases, even as she slides in between him and the back of the
chair. Takes his upper body in her arms, rests her head along his shoulder;
getting his waist between her bare thighs, her feet crossing behind his back.

"Tell me, Oleg, about Valerie... about the money..."

"Nikolai. I don't... ugh!" He hesitates, so Katerina gives him a short, sharp
squeeze... "Nikolai, please... don't let Katerina... uh. uh. hurt... ugh!"
Oleg groans as Katerina's long legs straighten and squeeze...

"Let her, Oleg?" I feel a rush, watching this man up close; seeing the pain
etched in his face as my gorgeous Katerina tightens her... long... luscious...
legs... Damn, I enjoy seeing men tangle with this lethal beauty... seeing them
bruise from her kicks... hearing them moan helpless... seeing the breath...
squeezed... from their body...

"I can only let Katerina indulge in... not refrain from... her evil desires...
and it seems, you too, Oleg; have not been good"

"Please, Nikolai! Oh, God... Katerina is... crushing... me... ugh. uh. my...
insides... argh... being mashed... ugh... ugh... uh... uh..."

I watch Oleg squirm while Katerina uses him... abuses him... his head dropping
back... his breath, barely a wheeze... her arms fastened about his chest,
holding his body firmly to hers... her hips, thrusting into his belly... her
hard... muscular... inner... thighs... contract... release... flex... relax...

Katerina's lean... yet, viciously strong... legs... squeeze... and squeeze...
and squeeze... as she whimpers in pleasure... in arousal... locking her
thighs... exerting so... much... pressure...

snap... one rib, then several, fail... snick, snap... snap... Oleg throws his
head back, howling from the agony; yet breathless in her grip. A keening,
softly heard wail, falls from Oleg's lips... as Katerina's rock... hard...
lithe... legs... strain... straighten... and squeeze...