AN EXTRACT FROM A DAY'S WORK
by marcuswriter3@gmail.com
A sadistic female assassin exacts her own justice.


When tasked by the all powerful clandestine Agency, their top 100% successful
sadistic, often masochistic, vicious and thorough killer on their account
always enjoyed the potentially grisly work that was meted out to them. Almost
classed as a hedonistic attitude toward their oft violent endeavours, nothing
was deemed too low or inhuman for employ in their savage rapturous pleasure
quest when the termination of someone, or even better, more than one, became
their responsibility. Ironically, until such time as the decree of death was
in their hands this merciless, ice cold assassin was intelligent, amiable, fun
loving and gentle, aside from the intelligence, that particular demeanour
changed so impossibly and dramatically when the door was opened for their gory
occupation to be implemented. The professional cruel killer was, most
surprisingly, a mature and stunningly beautiful Lady of the upper circles, a
real lady that simply loved to rid the world of unwanted vermin any way that
she thought fit, and as that transpired, her ways were of the most incredibly
inventive, sexually driven and absolutely pitiless manner.

"I bet this is where you like to be then, eh? Ha-ha-ha! I gotta say, I love
you in there, I can laugh at your fat face all wrinkled and squashed between
my beautiful legs, ha-ha! You really are such a ridiculous sight!" The cruel
taunting female wrestler eyed the victim she held firmly in a most humiliating
and painful fashion.

The woman who was presently winning the conflict that was taking place,
absolutely delighted in totally deriding the unfortunate losing male opponent.
The man, a little off middle-age perhaps, average height, with a stocky build,
whose balding head was stuck fast between the magnificent female's thighs
shouted out in anguish and no small amount of pain, his voice breaking through
inflicted physical torment, "What's go-o-in' o-o-on, I have-ve-ven't do-o-ne
anyth-i-ing?" His face was held high up between her thighs and he was often
struggling for breath as he spent time smothered into the V of the silky black
knickers the killer wore. The pleading comment had caused the strong woman to
laugh in his face as she held him tightly in her vice like grip.

On a damp, cold and breezy evening, an amazing spectacle had been taking
place, and was fast reaching its conclusion, it was between one fierce and one
frightened antagonist in the darkness of a recess belonging within a rarely
used side alley that offered dangerous short cut of sorts to and from busy and
popular streets; usually used unwillingly and by very few and most certainly
in daylight hours only. It was of a lengthy fashioned aisle; mostly shrouded
in absolute darkness, it had damaged brickwork to the walls, giant gossamer
sheets numbering many hundreds, a nauseating stench to rival a sewer, littered
with old clothing, tonnes of old papers, bits of left over food and its
packaging and generally an environment that would be termed as dangerously
filthy, and all that housed within its confines subsequently brought along
many types of scavengers, especially rodents and sub-human low-life, loved to
live in this toxic squalor and forage throughout.

The man, after a brief bout of experiencing an unconscious state, screamed
again in his agonised torment, "Wh-y-y ar-ee you do-doing this to meee?
Please, ple-e-ase st-t-opp!" As the suffering victim attempted to reason with
the aggressor there was a tremendous surge of power in the muscular legs that
caused intense hurt to the beseeching male. "Ha-ha-ha, it's because I love to
hurt men, oh, okay then, sometimes women too, ha-ha, but this time it's all
just for you! I suppose it's okay for you to know that I'm really doing this
because you may have seen something that you shouldn't have, you naughty boy,
so it's just your bad luck actually, but I might as well enjoy what I have to
do, eh, and you wouldn't want to stop me having my fun now, would you?
Ha-ha-ha." The two combatants had been fighting in a most aggressive manner
with natural duty to do serious damage to the other, one offering a feeble and
futile defence and one as aggressive as she was strong, until one of them, the
woman, who was the slightly smaller of the two, had managed to overcome, with
noticeable ease, the other, the male. The arrogant top-dog was comically
lauding it over the struggling opponent. "Well, is it then, is it where you
want to be? Do you like it when you're trapped between my legs? I bet you do,
doncha', well you look like you're enjoying it. Moi? Oh I'm having a great
time, ha-ha-ha. Aww, are you stuck between my 'ikkle leggys'! Ha-ha. This is
just so funny, you looking up at me, me laughing at you as I look down at you,
at your suffering, ha-ha. You're so crushed, but at least you've got a lovely
bright red face, ha-ha!" The constant mocking, the sinister laughing that
followed, the questioning from the now clearly visible beautiful dark haired
lady, her face suddenly exposed by a light from a small distance away that
raised itself above the alley's walls and worked its illuminating powers upon
the fighters, especially the woman who had violently judo wrestled the hapless
male to the ground, and was now content with holding and squeezing him in her
amazingly strong legs, her battle ripped fish-net hold-up stockings telling a
story, all showed that she quite obviously revelled in holding him tight in
that ferocious head-scissor manoeuvre.

Once again, after recovering groggily from yet another bout of induced
unconsciousness, the poor man yelled in his pain, "Please, I ne-ver sa-aw
anyth-ing, I'll just go and sa-ay noth-ing! Ple-e-ase!!" However, much to the
injured man's despair, once more, and intermittently, the powerful woman would
intensify her strength and tighten her thighs around the sobbing man's face
and neck for several seconds, then release, and then do the same thing
repeatedly. The restless and frantic man tried to answer but was in danger of
having his throat crushed by the Amazonian's legs. Eventually he cried out to
her, "Ple-ea-ase! Let me g-g-go, I'll nev-er co-ome back!" He looked up at the
pure evil smile that was on the woman's face and pleaded, gasped and clawed at
the strong thighs that ordinarily he would have loved to have been betwixt.
The powerhouse of a female laughed outrageously straight into his face and
squeezed harder. "Hmm, actually, I choose not to, you pathetic fuckin' shit, I
don't really think you want to stop me doing my job now do you? You just know
how much I like you in there, but did you know I also love to crush men to
death? Yes, yes, women too, of course. Hmm? Well, I'm sure you do now,
ha-ha-ha! I only wish that your pretty girlfriend could see you now, right
in-between my gorgeous legs! Oh, I've just had an amazing thought, what if I
had both of your heads trapped in-between my legs? Ha-ha! Two at once in my
legs! That would be so fuckin' awesome! Wow, I must try that one day. Any-way
darling, I've had you in there for about an hour and some now, so I guess
you've had more than your fair share of my luscious thighs eh? I know you've
been getting an eyeful and a sly sniff of my knickers too, you bad little boy,
ha-ha! So I think it's time, yes, I'm gonna finish you off now! Ha-ha-ha!" The
stunning woman, who was now almost hysterical with her punishment of the
beaten male, grimaced as there was a deliberate constricting of her awesome
thigh muscles; some frantic muffled cries were barely audible, much scrambling
of arms and legs belonging to the desperate man, then some more strength
sapping strain exerted by the woman whose own brow now had a sexy sheen of
sweat formed from her efforts, then a commanding order was barked out from
her, "Hey, you ars'ole, kiss my beautiful thighs, ya moanin' old bastard!" The
suffering man did as he was told, thinking that if he did a good job of it he
may be pardoned by the female Amazon, kissing her thighs loudly in a most
subservient manner, she watched him eagerly, mercy was the last thing on her
mind however, she laughed loudly, and then began to squeeze with an awesome
force; her gorgeous dark eyes rolled upwards in a form of ecstasy as she
smiled and moaned loudly in a breathless manner, then she violently jerked her
hips up off of the cold ground and twisted her legs sideways, her face altered
into a strained sexy expressed pout of her luscious red lips, when,
immediately upon the application of the incredible leg power exertion, a
violently loud, sickening crack could be heard, (if anyone had been around to
witness it), as the man's unfortunate neck and top part of his spine felt her
full force and were cruelly, mercilessly and brutally, snapped. He was dead
within seconds and that very action caused much laughter from the malicious
female assassin and some serious self approbation was given. The sexy panting,
sweating, deadly femme fatale thus achieved her orgasm there and then,
exclaiming it proudly in a breathy scream. After a minute or so, she lifted
her top leg up off of the dead man's neck and held her muscular leg high as
she admired it, she steadily and casually arose, letting the dead man's head
fall from her grounded leg's thigh, quite unceremoniously, on to the ground
with a nauseating dull thud, she dusted herself off, straightened her black
micro skirt, tidied her ripped fish-net hold-up stockings as best she could,
and adjusted her white sweat soaked clinging t-shirt, she placed an expensive
looking stiletto shoe upon the vanquished figure's face, and then, proceeding
in a most breathtakingly casual and cruel manner, she slowly pressed an
unresisting eyeball into its eye socket and then repeated the gruesome
exercise upon the other eye, laughing loudly as her stiletto pierced the soft
organ and speared it, disgustingly exhibiting the skewered eyeball around the
sharp pointed shoe part as she placed her foot back on the ground,
outrageously, whilst performing these utterly grotesque actions, she
simultaneously spoke into the mobile phone she had withdrawn from her skirt
pocket; "Hello. He won't be seeing anything anymore. Goodbye" She disconnected
her call and watched as the phone crackled, fizzed and sizzled as its innards
self destructed in her slender pretty hands, the evil and dangerous female
never batted an eyelid. On throwing the burnt remains of her phone in a heap
of putrid rubbish stacked up neat to the wall, she took out a packet of
cigarettes from her t-shirt pocket, she blew a sigh of weariness into the cold
air as she noticed the packet was slightly battered, but still smoke worthy at
a push, she removed two from the pack and placed them between her shining,
pouting red lips and lit them both; she blew a cumulative cloud of blue smoke
from both smoking cigarettes toward the dead man and stood for a moment. The
violent and vicious woman shook her shoe free of the captured eyeball and
laughed heartily as it landed with a slap on the ground, disintegrating as it
landed, she squatted down with her wonderful fish-net stocking clad shapely
legs open wide, permitting her sexy thighs and the V of her knickers to be
clearly seen, followed by her last parting touch, which was to set fire to the
deceased man's clothing and watch for a few seconds to ascertain the coloured
flickering flames accelerated, which the eager fire promptly did, the
murderous arsonist smiled and arrogantly walked away. The deed was done, the
Agency notified and she was now vanishing innocuously into the busy street,
just yards away from the dark and dangerous alley that had brought about the
demise of a most unfortunate young man whose only crime had been to, quite
possibly, witness something he would have been better off not to have seen.