The Spy Who Broke Me
By Rude Boy, rudeboi66@yahoo.com
A super-spy meets his match  


"Good evening, sir. May I take your coat?"

Alex Mullins handed off his heavy winter coat, stepping out of the cold and
into the impressive, Italianate foyer. He took a moment to admire the
brilliant red of the kalyna berries frescoed upon the 24-foot ceiling before
fixing his tie and swaggering into the expansive ballroom. He had the air of a
man who had done this a hundred times before.

Inside, the party was in full swing. Two hundred of the most important people
in the former Eastern Bloc laughing, drinking, and twirling gracefully across
the dance floor. He glided through the room, his trained eyes surveying the
scene. In the far corner he spotted a boisterous, rotund man with a full dark
beard. Yuri Gregoriev, chairman of the Ukrainian parliament and this evening's
host, was laughing heartily with a small group of men that Alex didn't
recognize. He focused on them and, in a matter of seconds, the facial
recognition software in his removable retinal mod had done its work,
identifying his companions as a who's who of oil industry executives and
relaying their information in a steady scroll across his field of vision.

Alex stayed in constant motion as he continued to assess the scenario. Two
security guards milled around the main floor; another was stationed by a door
in the far corner of the room. As he continued to slip through the crowd he
glanced towards the bar and locked eyes with a pretty, petite bartender. She
smiled coquettishly and he beamed back at her and winked. Just a quick drink,
he told himself. Work could wait a little longer.

Making his way through a gaggle of revelers, Alex heard a voice coming through
over his imperceptibly small earpiece. He had been expecting this. "Knocking
off to the bar already, Alex? Most of us wait until after work to start
drinking."

"Just blending in, Jane," he whispered. "All part of the job."

He sidled up to the bar. "Good evening, sir," said the blonde bartender with a
lilting Slavic accent. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and even the
unflattering white button-down of her service uniform couldn't hide her firm,
buxom breasts. She met his gaze with soft, shimmering blue eyes. "See anything
you like?" Almost too easy, Alex thought. Before he could answer, however,
someone else answered for him.

"The gentleman will have a... Highland Park 25. Neat," said the tall,
raven-haired beauty who took her place confidently at his side. "And I'll have
a Beluga martini." With a hint of annoyance and dejection, the bartender
complied.

If Alex shared her dejection, one good look at his new companion was more than
enough to make him forget all about it. Impressive, that was the word that
came immediately to mind. She was stunningly beautiful, olive-complected with
shoulder length black hair that framed her dark eyes and plump, ruby lips. She
wore a form-fitting black dress with long sleeves that did little to hide the
obvious muscularity of her arms. The dress sat high on her broad shoulders
then plunged mightily to display the soft curves of her bountiful breasts,
between which hung a small key around a golden necklace. The dress clung like
paint to her tight waist, flaring over her ample hips and tapering all the way
to her ankles.

But more than her beauty, Alex was enthralled by her size. He was a tall,
well-built man, 6'1" of lean muscle. In her stilettos, she towered over him by
six inches. And, though her figure was the picture of femininity, her breadth,
her sheer thickness, made him feel almost small by comparison. He had been
with hundreds of women, but never one like this. She was something special.

He ran a quick scan of her face with his retinal mod, but it returned no
results. Surprising, he thought. The IMF database was exhaustive; everyone who
was anyone had a file. And this woman was clearly someone. She did not seem
like the type of woman to simply blend in. Still, the enigma only heightened
his interest. "You have excellent taste, Mrs..."

"Miss," She corrected. "Kuznetsov. But my friends call me Julia."

"Well, I hope we can be friends, Julia."

"I hope that as well, Mister..."

"Alex. Alex Mullins." The bartender returned with their drinks, and Alex
slipped her a few bills and an apologetic smile before turning back to his new
friend with consummate coolness. "Charmed."

He extended his hand, and she met it with a surprisingly firm shake. "What
brings you here this evening, Mr. Mullins."

"Hell of a grip you've got there," he nodded towards her large hand and
playfully shook his own, feigning, but not entirely feigning, discomfort.
"Call me Alex. Here for work I'm afraid. My boss couldn't make it an asked me
to attend in his stead. And you, Julia?"

"I suppose you could say I'm also representing my employer." She nodded across
to a trim, 30-something man chatting with Gregoriev. Catching her eye, he
smiled back.

"Andriy Ludvenko." One of the richest oligarchs in the country, Ludvenko was a
power-player with a reputation as a ruthless businessman.

"You know the crowd, I see."

"Comes with the territory."

"Indeed," she said, taking a slow sip of her cocktail. "Had I known this would
be so boring, I never would have agreed to be his arm candy tonight."

"They can be terrifically dull, can't they? But they're so much better with
good company, wouldn't you agree?" Alex asked.

"Oh, very much so." She stepped close and looked down at him, locking eyes.
"Tell me Alex, would you care to dance?"

Alex was enthralled, lost in her eyes, deeply attuned to the soft rise and
fall of her bosom only inches from him. Her size and beauty were an
intoxicating combination. This was not a woman accustomed to hearing 'no,' and
there was nothing Alex wanted less than to say it. But, from the corner of his
eye, he saw that the guard at the far door had left his post. This was his
moment. "I'm afraid duty calls, my dear. Hold a spot on your dance card for
me. I do hope we'll have a chance to get to know each other better."

"I'm sure we will, Alex."

Alex finished his scotch, and caught one last look at her exceptional
cleavage, again noticing her unique necklace. It was utterly distinctive, a
golden skeleton key decorated with an ornate filigree. "What's the story with
the key?" Boldly, he reached out and gripped it with his thumb and forefinger,
ever so slightly brushing her breast as he did.

"Find me after your work is done," she said with a wink. "I'll be happy to
show you."

Alex flashed a dashing smile and shuffled back into the crowd with a spring in
his step. "Get me anything you can on her, Jane," he whispered as he navigated
across the room. Slipping unnoticed through the door, he found himself in a
back staircase.

"Second floor, third door on your left, Alex," said the soft voice in his ear.

"You're a gem, Jane," he whispered as he reached the top of the stairs and
turned into the hall. From the corner of his eye he glimpsed a shadow a few
doors down, and quickly ducked into an open, darkened room. Glancing around
the corner he saw the guard step into the hallway and turn the opposite
direction, leaving him time to slink to the next door and slip inside, closing
it softly behind him.

He immediately spied the desk. "Bottom right drawer," Jane advised. Alex moved
to the desk, ducking down and trying the drawer. Locked.

Reaching into his breast pocket he produced a slim, metal device, about the
size of a cigarette case. He pressed a button on its side and a cool blue
light passed over the lock. Thirty seconds later, the light flashed green, and
he opened the device to reveal a 3D-printed key. He slid the key in the lock
and began to turn, when suddenly the door to the room creaked open.

Quickly, Alex huddled under the desk. As a flashlight began to scan the room
and footfalls grew closer, he realized he had left the key in the lock! He
reached out, fumbling blindly, retrieving it and jerking his arm back under
the desk only an instant before the light flashed across its facade. The
footsteps receded now, the light flickering away. When he heard the door
close, Alex returned to his task, opening the drawer. As promised, there was
the USB stick. He quickly retrieved it, plugging it into an adapter in his
phone. Watching the names scroll across the screen, he smiled. "This is it,
Alex. Great work!"

"Thanks, Jane. Any luck on Ms. Kuznetsov?"

"Nothing, Alex."

"It seems further investigation is required. The work of a spy is never done."

"Ha ha," came the sarcastic reply. "Have fun, Alex. Play safe."

"I always do."

Replacing the USB stick, he locked the drawer and slipped back out of the
room. As he closed the door behind him, he turned to find himself face-to-face
with a familiar sight - the bartender from earlier. She was smaller than he
had realized, delicate and pale. She regarded him coolly with her piercing
blue eyes. "I'm afraid this area is off-limits to guests. What are you doing
up here, sir?" she asked suspiciously.

Alex smiled broadly, flashing his pearly whites and turning on the charm.
"Sorry, darling. Got lost on my way to the men's room. Can you help me find my
way?"

Disarmed by his smile, the lovely blonde blushed. "The bathrooms are
downstairs, sir. I'd be glad to show you."

Suddenly he heard the familiar crackle of a walkie talkie and saw a security
guard eyeing him at the end of the hall and speaking unintelligibly into the
walkie. For a moment, Alex froze, still hopeful he could play this off. The
raised gun quickly disabused him of that notion. Grabbing the bartender, he
yanked her inside the room, slamming the door shut as the guard charged.
Locking the door, he looked around for an exit point and found only the
window. More footsteps could be heard outside. A muddled din of voices
preceded a cacophonous banging at the door.

Alex opened the window, and leaned out, looking at the more than 20-foot drop
and doing a quick mental calculation. He turned back to his blonde companion
as the banging at the door intensified. "What's your name, dear?"

"V...Valeria," she was shaking like a leaf.

"Valeria, I'm Alex," he said calmly, "and I'm sorry you got dragged into this.
I don't know what will happen if you stay, but if you come with me, I will
protect you." He looked deep in her eyes and asked the only question that
mattered now. "Do you trust me?"

Valeria nodded and Alex wrapped her in his arms. As the door burst open behind
them, he jumped, carrying her with him as a hail of bullets impacted around
the window. WHOOSH! The bracing rush of freezing air hit them as they
plummeted, landing in a snowbank far below.

Instantly Alex jumped to his feet, grabbing Valeria's hand and nearly dragging
her behind him as they sprinted towards the tree line twenty yards away.
Behind them, dogs barked and spotlights flared on, half blinding them as the
light reflected off the snow. Bullets whizzed past, impacting in the snow and
spraying up puffs of fine powder all around them. "Jane!" he shouted, "Plan
B!"

"We've prepared for this eventuality, Alex. I'm sending a GPS marker to your
retinal mod. Just follow the blinking light."

They broke through the tree line, offering some additional protection from the
bullets but not from the pursuing dogs, who were closing ground quickly,
followed by a row of figures clad in black. Alex scrambled to a tall but
otherwise unassuming mound of snow behind a nearby tree and began to dig away
at the snow, quickly finding the edge of a tarp and flinging it free to
uncover a snowmobile with the keys in the ignition. The dogs were almost upon
them as Alex mounted the vehicle and grabbed Valeria by the waist, swinging
her up onto the seat behind him. He cranked the throttle, and they sped off
into the darkness, leaving their army of pursuers behind.

A ditched snowmobile and a commandeered car later, they arrived at the
safehouse in Kiev, still abuzz with the rush of adrenaline. Alex meticulously
checked the rooms to be certain there were no surprises. Satisfied, he
returned to Valeria. "There's only one bedroom, I'm afraid. I'll take the
couch."

Valeria didn't even process his statement. She still stood in the entryway,
clearly shaken. "I've never been so scared," she said before finally looking
up with doe eyes. "Hold me. Please."

As Alex watched tears well in the icy pools of her eyes, he wrapped his arms
around her, pulling her tight against his body. She felt so small against him.
"Don't worry, you're safe now," he consoled her. "I told you I would protect
you." Their eyes locked first, then their lips. As they passionately kissed,
Alex's hands found her shirt and tore it asunder, sending buttons spraying
across the room. With an experienced snap of his fingers he unclasped her bra,
and she let it fall from her shoulders. Her full, milky breasts swung free,
and Alex's hands were there to meet them, squeezing firmly as he took a pink,
pillowy areola in his mouth.

Alex rent open his shirt and Valeria traced the chiseled lines of his abs with
her fingers, which then slipped inside his trousers. "Oh!" she trilled, almost
unconsciously, as she found what she was looking for. Alex smiled to himself.
They never failed to be impressed by his size. Still suckling at her nipples,
now tender with longing, Alex lifted Valeria and her legs encircled his waist
as he carried her to the bedroom.

Tossing her playfully onto the mattress he stripped off his pants and
underwear, unsheathing his tumescent, 8-inch member. He climbed atop her and
she spread willingly for him, moaning as the soft, slick lips of her pussy
welcomed him into her. "Oh, Alex," she moaned.

Alex awoke in the night, still cradling Valeria atop the covers. Slipping
quietly out of the room, he padded to the kitchen and poured himself a glass
of water. Walking to the window, he stared out across the moonlit Kiev skyline
and took a deep breath. Another successful mission.

He registered the soft creak of the floorboard behind him too late to stop the
black bag being slipped over his head. Engulfed in sudden darkness, Alex felt
two strong hands close around his throat and squeeze. He thrashed wildly but
the grip only tightened, cutting off his air as his struggles grew meek. His
mind spun in loops and swirls, circling the drain of unconsciousness until at
last he went limp, falling into sweet oblivion.

Alex shook himself awake on the concrete floor of a large, empty, windowless
room. He was still naked, his hands cuffed behind him. The only door creaked
open and Alex's eyes went wide as he recognized the towering figure before
him. "Julia," he said, incredulous.

"Hello Alex. I told you we'd have a chance get to know each other better," she
said with a wry smile. "This probably isn't what you had in mind, though." She
was in her party attire.

"What's going on here? Where's Valeria." Julia said nothing and she closed the
door behind her. "I don't know who you think I am, but this has to be a
mistake," Alex said, feigning ignorance.

Julia smiled as she slipped off her heels. "Valeria is being well taken care
of," she said with a wink. "Let's not play games here, Alex. I know exactly
who you are, and I know exactly why you're in Kiev."

Alex chuckled to himself as he stood. "It was worth a shot." He met her gaze.
"You're too late, you know. I transmitted the list the moment I retrieved it.
As we speak, IMF is rounding up every mole in the organization."

"You simple, stupid creature," Julia cackled. "We planted that list. The real
one is in safe hands." She reached into her cleavage and produced a USB drive.
Alex's eyes went wide as she squeezed her fist tightly around it, crushing the
metal and plastic with her bare hand before tossing it across the room. "Soon,
IMF will be interrogating loyal agents, torturing them for information they
don't have. Who knows," she mused, "by the time they're done, we might have a
few new converts to our cause."

Alex seethed at the thought of being outwitted. It didn't happen often. "And
what is your cause, Julia? What is Ludvenko planning?"

Julia laughed heartily. "Ludvenko is a pawn. He only wants one thing: money.
My real employers value something truly priceless: instability. The sort of
socio-political unrest that allows them to install hand-picked puppets in
positions of power in any government they choose. Occasionally, they want
other things of course. Tonight, they want to know who compromised their list.
That's why I'm here." Casually, Julia crossed her arms in front of her and
flexed. Mammoth biceps erupted as the dress stretched and strained to contain
her might. Beneath her mountainous breasts, defined pectorals emerged. "I head
an elite, and utterly unique, team of operatives, Mr. Mullins. We are
exceptionally skilled at extracting the information we require."

"Jesus..." Alex muttered as he took in her hulking form. This was a woman used
to inspiring fear, and Alex was not immune to it. He had only one play, and he
made it. He nodded towards his chained wrists. "Not exactly a fair fight, is
it?"

Julia sensually traced her fingers from the nape of her neck down between her
cleavage, softly stroking the key. "Your freedom is right here, Alex. Come
take it."

With impressive agility, Alex dropped his hands and stepped first one foot,
then the other, through the handcuff chain. His hands were still shackled, but
at least they were in front of him. He charged, then feinted left, hoping to
deceive her. SMACK! She read his move perfectly, landing an open-palmed slap
against his face with such ferocity that he practically flew into the wall,
which cracked and gave against the impact of his hard head. Crumpled on his
side, he looked up at Julia with burning eyes. This wouldn't be as easy as he
had hoped.

He stood, shaking drywall dust from his hair, and assessed his opponent. In
bare feet they stood eye-to-eye, and Alex guessed she outmuscled him by easily
twenty pounds. He raised his manacled hands in an X in front of him, ready to
repel any blows. This time he moved slowly and deliberately towards her,
shuffling left and forcing her to circle as well. He looked coiled, ready to
strike, but suddenly he bolted for the door, sensing a clear path. He was
there in a flash, hands around the knob, but it refused to budge. Before he
could turn back towards his opponent, she was upon him, her long, powerful arm
snaking around his throat.

He tried to struggle, grabbing wildly at her arm, but she tightened her grip
and dragged him back towards the center of the room. Leaning forward, she bore
down upon his neck and back, forcing him to his knees. Jumping, she snapped
her incredible thighs around his waist and rolled onto her back, bearing his
whole weight as she choked him. Soon he was a meek kitten, barely conscious,
body slack in her arms.

Before he could pass out, she rolled him off her, finally allowing him to
breathe. As she stood, smiling down at him, Alex rolled to a supine position.
"Is that all you've got," he huffed, still struggling to get air.

"Oh Alex, I have so much more to give. But I wouldn't want to beat a
defenseless man. Besides," she continued, placing her foot on his chest and
lifting his arms by the chain of his handcuffs, "It's much more fun this way."

Her arms tensed, the sharply defined lines of her triceps peeking through the
sleeves of her dress as she grasped the chain in both hands and began to pull.
What the fuck was she doing, Alex wondered as she strained ever harder. The
center link of the chain began to deform under her brute strength. Jesus, Alex
thought, there was no way - SNAP!

As the link gave way, Alex's terror reaching a frightening new pinnacle. If
she could do that to solid steel, what could she do to him? She held each half
of split chain aloft, pulling so that the still-locked cuffs bit sharply into
his wrists. After a moment she released, allowing his arms to drop to his
side, and removed her foot from his chest, walking back calmly to the center
of the room as he gathered himself. Alex stood, dumbstruck by the broken cuffs
still enclosing his wrists. "But the key..."

"This?" she quizzed, fingering her necklace. "You misunderstood. This is not
the key to your freedom, Alex. I am the key to your freedom. And if you tell
me what I want to know - if you please me - perhaps I will grant you the
freedom you crave."

Alex fumed, "And perhaps I'll just kill you and walk out that door."

Julia laughed heartily. "I've heard so many stories about you, Alex - about
your skills as an agent, about your prowess in the bedroom - but no one ever
told just how funny you are. By all means," she said, her tone taking on a
note of seriousness, "please try."

Alex raised his fists and moved in, sending a strong jab towards Julia. She
parried, countering with a shot of her own. Alex ducked and feinted, launching
into a four-punch combo. Even in his slightly weakened state his blows were
powerful and exceptionally quick, but Julia blocked or sidestepped each with
ease.

He circled her now, waiting for her concentration to drop. Sensing his moment,
he barreled forward, lowering his shoulder and wrapping his arms around her
torso as he made contact, hoping to drive her to the ground. THUD! Alex felt
the impact ripple through him. Julia barely moved. It was like colliding with
a brick wall. For a split-second Alex held his grip around her waist before
she balled both fists together and drove a hammer blow through his back,
knocking him to the floor.

Quickly she planted a foot behind his left shoulder and reached down. Grabbing
his wrist with two strong hands, she pulled his arm straight over his back,
twisting until she held it at the breaking point. "Now tell me, Alex, who is
the mole?" Alex said nothing, wincing in discomfort. With a sharp jerk she
wrenched his shoulder from its socket, smiling as she heard the familiar sound
of tendons popping.

"AUUGGGGGH!" Alex screamed, beating the floor with his good fist until she
grabbed that one too, lifting and torquing his right arm.

Again, she repeated the question. "Who is the mole?"

"Fuck you," Alex grunted. With brutal ease she tore the arm from its mooring
and again Alex howled in agony as she dropped it at his side.

Flipping him onto his stomach with her foot, she stood over him. "Good thing
you got rid of those handcuffs," she laughed heartily, gently nudging a limp,
useless arm with her foot. Sultrily, she half unzipped her dress and undid her
bra before pulling her arms free of the sleeves. As she peeled the dress down
to her waist, her mountainous breasts fell free against her, with a soft but
audible slap.

Alex looked on in horrified awe as she flexed her mammoth biceps, veins
popping in her forearms. Her lats flared into broad wings of sheer muscle.
Perfect six-pack abs tapered to the deeply carved V of her Adonis belt, which
plunged below the waistline of her dress. Alex could not process the
terrifying majesty of the figure before him, the blend of sheer power and raw
sexuality lording over him.

Julia sat roughly on Alex's lap and reached her strong arms around him,
lifting his upper body from the floor and wrapping her thickly muscled thighs
around his midsection. She constricted around him, slowly squeezing him
against her. Her thighs swelled, gigantic cords of muscle exploding from each
as she tightened further. His face was firmly pressed between her massive
breasts now, and, in spite of himself, Alex felt himself growing hard.

Through the haze of pain, he felt something unexpected, something cold and
metallic situated between the steel of her thighs. He was desperate now.
Desperate to free himself from the tyranny of her iron grip. Desperate to be
anywhere but here. But without the use of his arms, Alex was helpless against
her. He groaned as she ratcheted up the pressure, and she leaned in close to
his ear, whispering, "Who is the mole?"

He barely had the breath in him to form words. "I won't talk," he managed,
projecting more composure than he felt. She tightened still further until they
both could feel Alex's ribs creaking beneath her steel thighs.

"I can do this all day, Alex. Now tell me, who is the mole," When no reply was
forthcoming, she poured on the pressure. "Oh, Alex," she moaned lustily as she
compressed his ribs to the breaking point, "This is the part of the job I
enjoy the most: when you're trying so hard to be strong, and I show you just
how weak you are." From between her legs, Alex felt a slight wetness spreading
across his stomach.

CRACK! CRACCCK!! First one rib gave, then another, as Julia squeezed him
tighter still, muffling his hoarse, anguished cries against her heaving chest.
She shuddered slightly against him, reveling in his agony. "Alex," she
whispered, "Right now you are slowly bleeding to death inside. It's a slow,
painful death. Just tell me who it is, and this can all be over very quickly."

"N-no," he choked. Julia let him flop to the floor and walked across to where
her stilettos still lay. Grabbing the heels with one hand, she slung them over
one shoulder. She walked back to the still-prone Alex and reached down with
her free hand, grabbing him by the hair and dragging him to the wall opposite
the door. She propped him up against it, then squatted, placing a strong hand
around his throat. She drove through her legs, pressing Alex against the wall
and lifting him with one hand, until his feet dangled an inch above the
ground. She held him there for a moment, then released.

Almost miraculously, he kept his feet beneath him, but he remained pinned
between her incredible body and the wall. She dropped one heel, gripping the
other and wielding it like a weapon. She grabbed his arm and forced it against
the wall. A blood-curdling scream pierced Alex's lips as she hammered the
stiletto through his hand, securely lodging it in the drywall. Quickly, she
repeated the process on his left, eliciting another anguished cry.

"Who is the mole," she asked again. Still Alex said nothing - clearly, he had
been well-trained to resist torture. CRACCCKK! With brutal efficiency she
powered her right heel through his ankle, thrilled by the feeling of bone
shattering beneath her.

"Who is the mole?"

He seethed and stared defiantly for an instant before his other ankle was
shattered as easily as the first.

Alex hung, unable to bear any weight, crucified against the wall. Julia
stepped back, and asked calmly, "Who is the mole?"

Despite knowing he was beaten, Alex held firm. "You might as well kill me now,
bitch. I'll never talk."

"We'll see about that," Julia replied, smiling broadly. In a flash she
unloaded 4 brutal punches, rocking his torso, then his head, with punishing,
opposite hooks. She stepped back, admiring her handiwork. "Who is the mole?"

Alex spat a mix of blood and drool. "Do your worst."

She wiped the blood from her face. "Not just yet, my dear." Julia stepped in
and pummeled him again, daggering three jabs into his nose, leaving it
flattened and mangled against his face. She battered him with a series of
brutal hooks now, shattering his jaw and systemically dismantling his mouth.
Blood sprayed from his battered mouth as teeth went skittering in every
direction across the floor in twos and threes.

Alex's head was swimming. Despite the sheer brutality of her onslaught, he
knew she was holding back; he was still alive. "I know you're going to kill
me," he begged now, "But please, if Valeria is still alive, let her go. She
doesn't know anything. She's innocent."

Julia smiled and bit her lip. Wordlessly, she turned and walked to the door,
knocking twice. The door opened, and in stepped Valeria, naked from head to
toe. Alex gasped. She couldn't have been taller than 5'2", and her tight,
compact body was utterly dwarfed by Julia's monumental form. Valeria's face
registered nothing as she saw Alex's predicament.

Julia extended a strong hand and stroked Valeria's face as the dress hung
around her waist. "Valeria, dear, did you fuck Mr. Mullins tonight?"

"Yes, Miss Julia."

"And did he make you come?"

"Yes, Miss Julia," she replied, hanging her head in shame.

"Did he make you come like I make you come?"

Valeria's big, blue eyes flashed back up to Julia's face with a look of
desperate, loving obedience. "No, Miss Julia. No one makes me come like you
do."

"Good girl," Julia said. "You did so well tonight, dear. We never would have
found the safehouse without you."

"No..." Alex whimpered, barely audibly, at the realization of his betrayal.

Julia leaned in and kissed the small girl passionately. "And what did Miss
Julia promise if you did well."

"You promised I'd get a reward, Miss Julia."

"Are you ready for your reward?"

"Yes Miss Julia." Without another word, Valeria reached up and unlatching
Julia's necklace. She knelt before the larger woman as Julia began to strip
her dress the rest of the way off. Alex struggled to process what he saw when
the dress fell to the floor. Wrapped around Julia's waist was a thick, metal
belt, attached to a rigid, gilded structure which hung like a pouch, covering
her groin. It was inlaid with the same filigree as the key, an intricate web
of fine lines looping and swirling around the rubies that studded its surface.
The structure itself looked heavy, in stark contrast to its exceptionally
delicate ornamentation. Perched at its apex was a lock, into which Valeria
inserted the key.

As Valeria turned the key and released the belt, lowering it gently to the
floor, Alex's mind reeled. Hanging between Julia's legs was an incredibly
large cock. Only partly engorged, already thicker than his own wrist, it hung
at least nine veiny inches. It looked enormous even in her large hand, as she
reached down and began to stroke, rousing the monster to full alertness. It
perched proudly, extending more than a foot in front of her. There was no way,
Alex thought, that Valeria could take this monstrosity. She certainly seemed
excited to try, however. She happily bounded to the floor, perching on her
knees and elbows and burying her head in her hands. Thrusting her ass in the
air, she presented herself to the larger woman.

Alex's shock was not lost on Julia. "You can see why the belt is necessary,
I'm sure. I couldn't have this making a surprise appearance at the party.
Though that certainly would have been fun ... " Her attention returned to
Valeria. She stepped behind the willing girl, positioning the enormous head of
her cock against Valeria's tiny, tight cunt. "Mmmmm, already wet for me. Good
girl," she growled hungrily as she pierced her petite lover. Alex's face was a
swollen, bloody mess, unrecognizable from the dashing super-spy of a few hours
before. But Valeria was unfazed by his appearance, making deep eye contact
with him as Julia entered her. She grunted as Julia's thick cockhead slipped
inside her, but she didn't break eye-contact until the eighth inch worked its
way inside her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she steadily took the next
five, and, as Julia at last buried her massive member to the hilt, Valeria's
whole body rippled.

Julia began to thrust in and out of the small woman in impossibly long,
controlled strokes, bending over atop Valeria's back and pinning her tiny
wrists to the floor. "Oh god, yes, Miss Julia," she moaned, savoring the
impossible sensation of fullness as Julia stuffed her to the brim. Each time
Julia reached the deepest point inside Valeria's quivering quim, touching a
place inside her that no one else would ever, could ever touch, the young
woman's whole body shook more violently than the last. Valeria was bucking
wildly now, pushing back to meet each thrust of Julia's hips and ravenously
inviting the cock deeper into her cavernous cunt, welcoming its intense heat.

Without breaking stride, Julia flipped Valeria onto her back and continued
stoking the fire inside her. Valeria was ecstatic now, and Alex watched on
helplessly with a pitiful mix of lustful awe and sadness, as she gave in. The
flame of her passion exploded into a raging inferno, consuming her as her mind
blanked as her body quaked violently. Wild paroxysms of delight overwhelmed
Valeria's senses as Julia's incredible dick forced wave after wave of orgasmic
pleasure upon her. Her pussy gripped Julia tightly, spasming against her,
until the larger woman's body rippled. She unleashed a torrent of cum inside
Valeria, the volume so great that it forced her cock free with a wet plop.
Julia fell back onto her knees, her cock still spraying thick ropes of jism,
spattering Valeria's chest and face.

"Nooo," Valeria whined softly, still writhing on the floor. "Don't stop. I
need more, Miss Julia."

Julia stroked her still-hard cock with a mischievous grin. "Don't be greedy.
Alex hasn't had any, yet. And it would be such a shame not to share this,
wouldn't it, dear."

"Yes, Miss Julia."

"Good girl." Julia stood and looked down upon the delicate, cum-soaked figure
beneath her. "Why don't you stay here and entertain yourself while I go attend
to our guest." Valeria propped herself against the wall behind her. She
dragged two slender fingers across her chest, scooping a dollop of still-warm
cum and sucking it hungrily, while guiding her other hand to her swollen clit
and rubbing it intently.

Julia crossed the room, her diamond-hard cock swaying threateningly as she
moved. Reaching Alex she wrenched the stilettos from his hands, freeing him
from the wall. He fell limply to his knees before her, his mouth perilously
close to her engorged cock head. "She was a plant?" he asked, motioning to
Valeria, who watched them blankly as she touched herself.

"Valeria is one of many, shall we say, specialists within our organization.
She has received extensive training. And she is very good at her job, wouldn't
you agree?"

"If you think I'll talk just because - MMPPH!" Alex was cut short as Julia
grabbed the back of his head and rammed her cock into his toothless mouth.
Alex gagged, struggling not to vomit as the beast crept its way deeper and
deeper inside his tight throat.

Julia looked down at him sternly, as she gently massaged his throat, feeling
the bulge of her incredible girth inside him. "You will talk, Alex; that much
is certain. The only question is what will be the moment that breaks you."
Lodged deep in his mouth, stroking slowly, she pinched his nose. He thrashed
impotently. "Will it be now, as I literally choke the life from you with my
dick?"

There was a muffled, half-hearted protestation. Between his broken ribs and
shattered nose, breathing had already been a struggle. With his air supply
entirely cut-off, Alex could no longer spare the energy to fight. "Now, now
dear, you shouldn't talk with your mouth full." She quickened her tempo now,
lengthening her thrusts as his eyelids began to flutter. He was at the
precipice of consciousness, almost desperate to give in and feel the sweet
release of darkness, but she released his nose, pulling him back from his edge
as she crossed her own. She came vigorously, pumping buckets of her seed into
Alex's stomach as she continued to hold his head firm, forcing every drop into
him. When at last the torrent subsided, she pulled out and rubbed the still
dripping tip over his destroyed face.

His glazed eyes barely registered this latest humiliation, but Julia knew
exactly how to bring him back to attention. She dragged him by his hair to the
center of the floor, letting him fall limply to his elbows and knees.
Positioning herself behind him, pressing his face into the concrete floor, she
pressed the tip of her cock, still slick with a mix of cum and spittle,
against his exposed asshole. "OHHHGOOOODDDDD," Alex screamed as she pierced
him, powering her full length into him with a single, brutal stroke. He felt
as though he was being torn in half from the inside out.

Though it could never be called gentle, there had been a tenderness to the way
Julia fucked Valeria. Alex was afforded no such mercy. Julia grabbed his waist
with both hands, her granite arms nearly lifting him off the floor as she
moved his whole body back and forth against her, like a rag doll. With animal
fury she pistoned inside him, laying claim to him. The stimulation - a mix of
soul-searing pain and a pleasure heretofore unknown to him - kept Alex fully
alert as she railed him. His nerves were on fire. He could make out every
thick, throbbing vein of her cock. From deep inside himself, deeper than he
could ever have thought possible, he could feel her heartbeat.

She reached down, grabbing his balls in one, meaty hand and simultaneously
pulling and squeezing. Pain shot through Alex's entire body. "Are you ready to
talk? Tell me who the mole is, or I take your balls." As she plowed him into
the ground, her steel grip tightening around his tender testes while the woman
he had fucked only hours earlier pleasured herself at the sight of his
debasement, Alex did something he had not done since he was a child. He cried.

When he was a small boy, he had talked back to his mother. Her retribution had
been swift and violent. As she whipped him mercilessly with his own belt,
young Alex had begun to bawl, which only made her angrier. "Don't cry like a
little child," she demanded. "Take it like a man." He had resolved in that
moment never to cry again, and in the many years since, he never had. Not at
the heartache of lost loves. Not over any of the many friends he had lost
along the way. Not even when, during that terrible debacle in Lebanon, his
balls had been repeatedly shocked with a car battery by torturers in a vain
bid for information that Alex would never give up.

Partly it was pride that kept him from crying. Partly it was a way for Alex to
retain a measure of control, no matter how dire the circumstance. Those things
no longer existed now. She had stripped every ounce of pride and control from
him, bit by bit. And as she pounded him harder and harder, his hips
reverberating and soft cock twitching with each powerful impact, nothing could
be clearer than the fact that this woman - Julia, whatever she was - owned
him. So he cried, weeping openly and pathetically as he finally relented.
"Gregoriev," he whispered meekly, "It was Gregoriev."

"Good boy," Julia said, continuing to hump him, still mangling his balls. Amid
the rush of emotions, the added stimulation of her unexpected praise drove
Alex over the edge. Cum dribbled sadly from his mostly limp dick. It did not
escape Julia's notice.

"I hope you enjoyed that," she hissed in his ear. "It will be your last." The
vise of her hand tightened further around his balls, threatening to pop them
with the slightest additional pressure.

"No, please, I told you what you wanted to know," Alex pleaded, realizing
instantly that he wasn't helping his case. His mind raced in a panicked effort
to save his manhood. "I know things. Plans for future missions, identities of
deep-state operatives. Please, I'll tell you anything."

"Your problem, Alex, is that you think you're special. You think your
experience and your conquests make you unique. But you don't know how many men
I've broken under my cock. They all thought they were special too." Julia
buried her cock to the hilt and leaned in close to his ear, "You're an insect
to me, Alex. And do you know what happens to insects?" She paused a
split-second, and Alex's eyes went wide with horror as he realized what was
coming. "They get squashed."

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Alex's ragged scream tore through the air as Julia's fist
clamped shut, annihilating his tortured testicles with a final squeeze.
Valeria, still fingering herself vigorously, squealed in delight, another
orgasm consuming her as she witnessed Alex's castration.

Alex fell limp, near catatonic as Julia steadily began to thrust inside him
again, working herself into a frenzy. He whimpered softly as she raped him, a
hollow shell, no longer capable of fear. What more could she take from him?
She lifted his head from the floor by the hair as she pumped in and out of his
ravaged asshole. "I promised that if you gave me what I wanted, I'd grant you
your freedom. Are you ready to be free, Alex?"

He knew instantly what she meant. "Yes," he whispered in resignation.

There was no resistance as she slammed Alex's face into the ground, a wet
splat preceding the sickening crunch of his skull against concrete. He was
braindead on impact, but twice more she raised his head and smashed it back
down, until it was little more than a bloody smear on the floor. As his body
twitched and spasmed in the throes of death, his asshole clenched around
Julia's cock and a final, rapturous wave of pleasure washed over her. She gave
herself over to it, riding the climax and pumping her fallen foe's ass full of
cum, before falling to her knees, finally spent. She looked down at the
hideously broken corpse beneath her and smiled. Her work here was done.
Another successful mission.

Epilogue:

"What do you think of our interrogation methods, Yuri?" the enormous,
beautiful woman asked rhetorically as she raped the fat, bearded man
struggling beneath her. He was pinned on his back, his face pulverized almost
beyond recognition.

"Please," he whined, but she quickly reached down and locked her hand around
his throat, choking off his attempt to beg. She held his neck firmly to the
floor, looking into his terrified eyes as she continued drilling her humongous
cock into his ass, bulling him with frenzied intensity as her pleasure
mounted. As it swept over her, she unconsciously clamped her hand tighter
around his throat and quaked violently, shooting her load into his bowels.

Recovering, she looked down and realized what she had done. His eyes were open
but lifeless; his neck was completely crushed, compressed to half its previous
girth. She scrambled back from the body, trembling slightly as she scrambled
to her feet. Behind her, a door opened, and in stepped a black-haired goddess,
flanked on either side by a phalanx of young women. They were all naked,
big-breasted, tall and muscular, and each wore a dazzling, bejeweled chastity
belt. Each except Julia, whose huge, veiny cock lolled restlessly between her
legs.

"What do you have to say for yourself, Natalia?" demanded the dark-haired
woman.

"I'm...I'm sorry Miss Julia."

"There was still more information Mr. Gregoriev could have provided us."

"I know Miss Julia. I lost control."

"Ladies, what is the one thing that must be maintained at all times?"

The bevy of women behind her replied in harmony. "Control, Miss Julia."

"That is correct. And what happens when we lose control?"

"We must be punished," came the reply in sing-song unison.

"Are you ready for your punishment, Natalia." Julia stroked her footlong cock,
which quickly sprang to life.

For a moment, Natalia considered the impressive woman before her. Julia was
huge, a figure of unbridled power, unshakably confident in her dominion. But
Natalia was almost as big, almost as strong as the older woman. Almost, but
not quite. She dared not resist. "Yes, Miss Julia," she said compliantly. She
assumed the position with practiced efficiency, hands on the floor, ass in the
air.

Confidently, Julia stepped behind her, positioning her cock at the gaping maw
of Natalia's ass and driving it inside her young pupil. She reveled in the
tightness of Natalia's ass and smiled. "Mmmmm, that's very good, dear. Perhaps
we'll make an agent of you yet."