Horny Assassin
By Devilina Huntress, devilinahuntress@protonmail.com
She will hunt you down

Christina woke up to the sound of someone knocking insistently on the door. She 
got up lazily and opened the door.
? The General is handing you your equipment, comrade lieutenant! - the soldier 
saluted Christina, who, despite her rank, was clearly younger than he was. She 
was standing in a translucent peignoir, scratching her slender tummy and 
yawning.
? Alright... Show me what you?ve got there...
After accepting the package and finding herself alone, Christina washed up her 
face, did her makeup, and opened it. Inside was another box and a letter:
"Lieutenant! You are assigned to an extremely important mission - you need to 
neutralize a group of terrorist nerds. We have information that they managed to 
build an atomic bomb. The consequences may be catastrophic! Therefore, you 
need to:
a) Infiltrate a terrorist base using our supernova development - an armored suit. It 
is in the next package.
b) Eliminate all witnesses.
b2) Do not touch the bomb until senior management arrives.
The second package was surprisingly light. It read "armored suit". Christina 
opened the package and pulled out a pair of sexy black stockings. Another note 
fell out from the nylons:
"PS - the budget for top-secret operations has been cut. We only managed to sew 
this one. Good luck." 

Having nothing to do, Christina put on what was sent to her in an envelope, and 
began to experience the new thing - the punches on the wall did not cause any 
harm to her. A knife wouldn?t even scratch a fabric. Bullets bounced off her legs 
like rubber, while she herself could, without feeling anything, break a tabletop, a 
steel sheet, an inter-apartment wall...
- Hey! - her neighbor complained, - are you starting it again? Christina! I paid two 
salaries for the last renovation! Hey, where are you?!..
She did not hear these lamentations - having an important job to do. In stockings 
and a peignoir, Christina went to the lair of terrorist inventors - the fate of the 
entire city, which was on the brink of nuclear disaster, was at stake.
It was early morning, so only lonely passers-by saw the girl rushing along the 
sidewalks at an inhuman speed. Christina ran with a wide stride - every touch of 
her coal-black foot slightly punctured the asphalt and carried her forward, further 
and further. Approaching the terrorist base, Christina realized that she would not 
have time to stop, and decided to improvise.
At the entrance stood two guards in full uniform, with gas masks. They were 
joking about something and laughing.
- And he says ? your mom! Ha-ha... A-a-ah! - she ran into them, hitting both with 
her legs in the chest area: beginning with the first one, and then, at the end of the 
kick, the second. Both guards were on the ground, under Christina's legs on their 
necks. Pinned to the ground, they tried to find their guns blindly - Christine had to 
act quickly. First, she pressed her hands with all her might on her knee, which was 
lying on one of the two guards? throat. He began to flounder comically and 
howling into his mask.
- Well, come on, darling, give it up already... - she pushed, feeling the enemy's 
throat gradually being squashed under her sexy body.
- Y-y-a-h-h!.. - Something crunched and sagged under her, the guy jerked and fell 
silent.
She was feeling a little aroused from this exertion and, to recover, sighed and 
straightened her hair. She noticed that the second guard, pinned by her thigh, 
was staring at the growing wet spot on her underwear.
- You've seen too much.
He suddenly fidgeted like a crushed cockroach and began to scream pitifully 
through the gas mask.
- Don't be afraid sweetheart, I just... I just want to try something...
She stood up, raising the guy's head to the level of her butt - he was so scared 
that she could turn him around any way she liked - he just whined and shivered.
- Now, now, baby, be patient, - she said, turning him upward and fixing him 
between her slender legs. Moving her pelvis back and forth, she either increased 
or decreased the pressure on the helmet, wanting to break it - but she couldn't do 
that - she just squeezed his head between her deadly legs.
- Okay... Then come over here...
She really wanted to break his helmet, but she felt in order to do this she needed 
some kind of forcing charge. She touched his breathing filter - it was warm from 
breathing, so smooth... Pleasant to the touch.
- Here is a smart boy... Don't run... It's useless...
She began to stimulate herself with this filter through her panties, holding his 
head in her legs - in fact, she raped his face. The poor man saw the figure of his 
imperious and gorgeous tormentor, gasping from the excitement, sweep back and 
forth before his eyes.
- Oh... Didn't your mommy... Tell you... Don?t play with bad boys?.. Huh, baby?.. 
This is what happens... To the people like you, oh-oh ... - she whispered, touching 
her firm tits. The guy mumbled something, and the vibration was transmitted to 
the filter, making Christine feel good.
- W-what-what? Could you repeat that?..
He was clearly brave enough to swear at her, not realizing that it only brings the 
girl's orgasm closer. She accelerated.
- Repeat, please... Huh? What did you say?.. Really?.. More... More... More!.. 
Come on, kid, spit it out!.. Huh?! Huh?!
She finally came. She shuddered, arched her whole body in tension...
- A-a-ah...
The helmet cracked, something burst from the inside and splashed on the glass of 
the gas mask - probably the contents of the filter. The guy fell unconscious.
- Umph-f-f-f... Well... We do not need witnesses, don?t we... - she began to drag 
these two into the building. They rarely twitched, so Christina decided to tie them 
up just in case - these could already be left for senior management. After 
everything was done, she went further down the corridor until she met another 
guard.
- Stop! Who goes there? - he pointed the gun at Christina, but immediately went 
limp, seeing her appetizing figure behind the transparent fabric.
- Ah-h, exactly, - the girl laughed, - terrorists-nerds - you have never seen a girl 
before, right?..
She approached him, swaying her hips seductively. He, dumbfounded, watched 
her stroking her buttocks, her waist, flat belly, charming bosom. She kissed the 
misted glass on his helmet. Gently stroking his trembling hand, she took the gun 
and threw it away.
- I already used your friends... And now... I'll take care of you... - Christina 
whispered. She lightly tapped his knee with her foot - he grunted and fell 
awkwardly like a knocked out animal.
- Well, let's have some fun?
She put her foot on his face, and began to dig deeper and deeper into his gas 
mask with her toes, masterly tearing the mask apart until she reached his lips. 
Goosebumps ran from the foot to her lower abdomen.
- Kiss... Me...
The guy began to obediently suck her fingers, fearing these incredibly strong legs. 
She felt it, and her hand itself slipped into her panties.
 - Oh...
She took a deep breath and began gradually screwing her leg into the depths of 
his mask, masturbating. At first, the guy tried to suck her to deserve mercy, but 
then he realized the futility of his efforts, and began to panic searching for a way 
out, afraid to bite her instinctively.
- Are you... Ah... Leaving?.. Already?.. - she chuckled, moaning with pleasure. Both 
the hand and the leg became more active, the movements became bolder. He 
started to choke as her toes were probing the insides of his hot mouth.
- So strong... Mmm... So young... Wow... A soldier boy... A freedom fighter... 
Right? Um...
She masturbated faster and faster, the leg had already pushed incredibly deep as 
her victim wheezed, gasped and writhed on the floor.
- And some girl... Some fucking... Ah!.. Girl... Puts you down... Oh... Ah!.. Ah!.. 
Ah!..
She finished, mercilessly pushing her foot into the poor man, trembling with 
orgasmic convulsions while he was shaking with pain and lack of air. Her panties 
were soaked through.
- Yes-s... You know how to make a girl happy!..
She pulled off her underwear and threw it over the face of the barely breathing, 
unconsciously bellowing terrorist. Christina was pleased with her work, but she 
needed to move on.
She walked down the hallway and saw a sticker with a radiation hazard symbol.
- Apparently, it's here...
She ripped off the sticker, placed it on her stunning ass, and went inside. There 
was a showcase at a floor level, and a bomb was placed under. Christina sat down 
to examine...
- Put your hands in the air! ? she heard from behind. In the reflection of the glass 
she saw another terrorist with his gun was coming. Christina complied.
- Turn around!
She turned around, at the same time, as if by accident, spreading her legs, 
demonstrating her private parts. The guy still could not resist:
- ...Get it, bitch! - he shot the girl in the leg and, throwing away the gun, pounced 
on her - apparently, he thought to rape her while she was alive. Christina played 
along, grabbing her leg, and, after a short struggle on the floor, she managed to 
take his head and his right hand into a figure four grip - she held him with her one 
bent leg while the other was stretched out.
- ...What?.. - he managed to wheeze as the girl squeezed his neck with a leg 
cutting off the oxygen.
- You wanted to kill me?.. Good boys don't do that... Well... After we are finished 
you won't hurt anybody...
She increased the pressure, puffing through her closed teeth, feeling his 
ligaments and tendons stretch, feeling him succumbing like hot caramel. The guy 
wheezed but didn't break. After the three previous ones, Christina was beginning 
to get tired.
- Huh?.. Why are you so touch?.. We'll have to do it in a bad way.
She realized that it?s not possible to break him now. She took off his helmet and 
began to strangle the villain in her grip. He began to weaken rapidly and soon 
went limp.
- Is it that easy? Boy, you are fragile. You know what? For such a weakling, I don't 
even need legs... I will strangle you... With my other parts...
The terrorist was already exhausted, so he did not resist when she sat on him 
with her juicy hot cunt. She wanted to grind his face well, and immediately began 
rubbing against his whining terrorist face with her law-bringing pussy.
- This is how justice looks, kid... Oh... Exactly... You will still serve society... Mmm... 
Well, or at least... Me...
She rode the unfortunate man while he fluttered under her and swallowed so as 
not to choke. She felt his efforts, his fading will to live, felt how he strives for 
freedom, trying to get a breath of fresh air, but the obstacle to all this was her 
hot, swollen with excitement, insatiable pussy.
- This is your... Your world now... Hmm... It?s just my pussy, which... Owns you... 
This is your last moment... Yes!.. See it!.. Feel!.. M-m-mgh!
She finished, shuddering and squirting all over his face.
?A few minutes later, senior management arrived. General Anna, two years older 
than Christina, gave the orders:
- Transport the bomb outside the city. Finish the survivors, they should not live... 
And Christina... I express my gratitude to you. I saw the recordings from the 
surveillance cameras, and... - she looked around uneasily and blushed, - ...and 
really want to see you in action again.

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