Eve Plummer, Special Agent
by A-Man
She kills one with her legs, one with her arms
Update: 26/09/1997 to misc2

With the destruction of the Berlin Wall and the fall of Communism, the world of 
espionage underwent a major transformation. The cold war world of secret agents 
and spies was dramatically altered. No longer east versus west for world 
domination, now there were mercenary international free-lancing terrorists, each 
with their own private agenda. One of the most notorious and lethal was Ivan 
Ruddenoff. He was a former KGB agent, who freelanced as an expert in global 
terror. His resume boasted of expertise as a trained assassin, master bomber, 
arms dealer and supplier. He was a major blot on the human race. International 
police have been trying, without success to liquidate this criminal for over 
five years. He is responsible either directly or indirectly with the deaths of 
over two thousand people. Always two steps ahead of everyone and master of 
disguise, he operates fairly openly. Information about him is always scarce and 
many times unreliable. The latest reports have him now in western part of 
Germany possibly negotiating with another terrorist group to unite them 
spreading global terror. International law demanded, he be liquidated before 
this takes place. A top agent was dispatched to the area to verify the stories 
and if possible to take him out. Usually these sightings of Ivan were false, but 
they must all be checked. One bit of information about Ivan was known, he had an 
appetite for women, especially local hookers. This is where Eve Plummer came in. 
One of the best operatives for the CIA, she was sent to the area of his latest 
sighting. 

On an obscure street in a minor city of Germany,  occupied with a strip of 
hotels, Eve set up for action. Eve was a drop-dead gorgeous blonde, she was a 
twelve on a scale of one to ten. She was equally deadly with her body or her 
head. Each mission was a special challenge to the female agent. Her uniform for 
this mission consisted of black fishnet stockings,  a very brief black skirt 
which revealed her strong and shapely legs. She also wore a horizontally red and 
white striped, very tight low-cut top. This amplified her generous cleavage. She 
was unarmed except for her body and considerable fighting ability. She certainly 
feared no man and she had a particular distaste for this one. Puffing on a 
cigarette, under a street light on the dreary, dimly lit corner, Eve went 
fishing.

Luck was with her. After a few false alarms by some jerky johns, about two 
thirty in the morning, a car drove by and slowed. Inside the car Ivan argued 
with his bodyguard. Ivan wanted to stop and pick up this strikingly beautiful 
whore, who had just captured his eye, but his bodyguard tried to discourage him. 
Naturally Ivan persevered and they turned around. The bodyguard named Dregor 
told him that women, would one day be the death of him. Ivan only laughed. They 
stopped near Eve while Ivan got out and negotiated a price. How much sweetheart, 
he asked. Eve carefully eyed him. He appeared to fit the general description, 
tall 6'2O, ruggedly handsome, about 250, dark hair and very muscular. Then as 
Eve pulled out another cigarette, she saw the defining mark. As he offered to 
light her cigarette, she noticed on the back of his right wrist was a tattoo of 
a hammer and sickle with a skeleton head in the middle. It was definitely Ivan. 
He asked her again, how much honey. Eve smiled seductively and leaned forward, 
giving him an upclose and personal view of her breasts; she said $100 for sex 
and $250 for wrestling. Ivan laughed and said, okay for sex, its a deal. Well 
worth the money, he figured Eve was mysterious and certainly gorgeous. She would 
be just what the doctor ordered tonight. They drove back to the hotel.
It was not an elegant hotel, nor was it a dive, but a comfortable nondescript 
place. It was perfect for someone who wanted to slip in and out of town 
unnoticed. Ivan's bodyguard had an adjoining room. He was instructed not to 
disturb his boss unless he was called for. Ivan then locked the door. He brought 
out his favorite vodka and drank almost the full bottle with Eve. Eve then made 
him lie on the bed and she did a special erotic striptease show for him. Slowly 
she removed her top, then skirt, tantalizing him with each and every motion. 
Finally her bra was unclasped and lowered revealing her firm erect breasts. Eve 
then tore off  her almost non-existent thong and flung it into the excited 
receiving face of her foe. Ivan wildly applauded and it was obvious he was very 
horny and ready for action. Eve finished her seductive dance leaning against the 
bed post totally nude, except for her black fishnet hosiery with the eye-
catching opening. Eve's plan was to tire Ivan out by letting him lead the way 
and expend all his energy during sex. Men always totally wear themselves out 
with their sexual performance, women never tire. She climbed into bed and Ivan 
aggressively attacked. His lovemaking was crude and brutish, but Eve just went 
along. He forced her into numerous positions with his strong body and aggressive 
nature. Eve was very submissive, although passionate, and she gave him 
everything he wanted pleasure wise. In the next room Dregor was long past paying 
any attention to them. After almost an hour of drunken mayhem, Ivan got up  for 
a stop in the can. When he came back, he had a queer grin his face. Its been 
great babe, he said, but now you've got to go. With that he reached into his 
night table, pulling out a small snub nose pistol. He quickly put a pillow over 
Eve's face and fired three times. Ivan's bodyguard knew it was safe to go to 
sleep now, they would clean the mess in the morning. Imagine the stunned 
reaction when there was a low laughing under the pillow. Eve popped her head up 
and said, sweetheart, it works better with these, showing him the slugs from his 
gun. You are no ordinary whore, he told her, someone must have sent you.  Ivan 
then bragged, with one call to Dregor, I could have you shot right now. What's 
stopping you, Eve asked? Ivan told her, he was a sporting man and being that she 
was so clever in emptying his gun, she deserved a better fate. As a special 
tribute to her, he would do her a favor and kill her himself, with his own bare 
hands. He was afterall a notorious killer and had dispatched numerous victims 
with these same murdering hands. He sarcastically laughed, it was the least he 
could do for her. The icy grins on each of their faces was a sign of the fierce 
determination that only one person would leave the room alive. They would fight 
in silence, letting their fists do the talking. Ivan dove on top of Eve, 
figuring he dominated her before and now this would be easy. His superior size, 
weight and strength would make for a quick end to this brazen whore. However, 
Eve was no longer in a mood to be submissive, now she desired control and 
victory . It won't be so easy for you now, Eve whispered to him as she flipped 
him off the bed. They were a bizarre sight in the moonlight of the hotel room. 
Two silent naked gladiators flailing away, Eve clad only her black fishnet 
stockings. They were exchanging  fierce blows while covered in an erotic glaze 
of oiled body sweat. Eve was demonstrating to Ivan she could  absorb his best 
body shots while delivering even more potent shots of her own. Eve had firm, 
toned biceps from her weight training and her conditioning was now apparent. Two 
fighters slugging away in close quarters with nothing held back was draining on 
both combatants. However, Eve's punches were now much more potent than Ivan 
could stand. Wobbly, he was still worn out from his manic sexual escapades and 
had only just expected to shoot her and sleep, not fight. He also seriously 
underestimated her ability as a fighter. Eve was a first-rate combatant, she had 
never met a man she couldn't defeat.  Ivan's left eye was already swollen shut, 
he had a multitude of bruises covering his entire body from her stinging solid 
punches, but they continued to fight in silence, as if some special rules were 
enforced for this encounter. Eve finally forced him against the bedpost and took 
the opporunity to knee him in his exposed groin. Her knee rammed his groin with 
such force it almost sent his balls back up into his body.  As she did this, her 
hand came up and covered his mouth, to muffle any sound from her battered 
opponent. She then picked him up and body-slammed him onto the bed. He bounced 
up and down and was momentarily dazed, lying his back. Eve dove on top landing 
in the sixty-nine position, but this time it was definitely not for sex;  for 
there were a different set of rules now in effect. Eve's powerful legs began to 
squeeze poor Ivan's head. With her Amazonian arms, she easily controlled his 
wildly, thrashing legs. Now, for the first time in this battle, Ivan wanted to 
call his bodyguard for help. It was too late! Eve's thighs engulfed his head 
more and more. It is amazing, how the female vagina can expand, at birth, for 
the head of an infant. No less amazing was Eve's ability to expand her crotch to 
cover Ivan's entire face like air tight glove. He could not scream and barely 
even breathe at all. Now Eve, instead of delivering life with her delicious 
face-smothering wide open crotch, she was delivering death.  Ivan was being sent 
to a well-deserved date in hell. She continued tightening the steel, vice grip 
of her thighs. Eve had screwed his brains out before, now it seemed she was also 
quite literally going to pop his brains out to.  When one is faced in a 
situation where strength has deserted them and the fear that they are only 
mortal begins to dominate their minds, how do they react? In Ivan's case, he  
was a stark, raving, foaming madman. He clawed at Eve, punched, pinched, kcked 
but to no avail. The most dangerous terrorist in the world was frantic in her 
trap. His wild attempts to kick out only succeeded in tiring him out more. Eve 
continued to gradually increased her pressure. She had bagged her prey and there 
was going to be no escape for Ivan this time. Harder and harder her lethal legs 
compressed his head, changing it's round shape to more of an eliptical one  His 
aroused manhood almost struck Eve in the face. She jokingly said, not now Ivan, 
don't you know when to quit, this is business now. She pinned his penis to his 
leg rendering it immobile and resumed squeezing away. Slowly, perhaps 15 minutes 
or so, Ivan's thrashing dramatically slowed. She could see the colors of his 
face change from her powerful hold. Eve kept up her relentless deathgrip until 
Ivan totally stopped moving and his body went limp; as he passed into history. 
Eve kept the pressure on for five minutes more just to make sure, he was really 
dead. Slowly she dismounted her former adversary. His head was hanging over the 
foot of the bed, with eyes wide in horror and disbelief. His tongue was hanging 
down to his chin. Dregor had warned him women would be the death of him. Eve 
composed herself and opened the door to the adjoining room. She awakened the 
bodyguard frantically informing him, as a weak damsel in distress, that Ivan was 
in trouble. Dregor was shocked to see Eve alive and even more alarmed as he 
burst into the room to find his comrade, dead. Eve quickly shut the door and 
before Dregor knew what was happening; jumped on his back, applying her own 
sample of lethal bicep force.  Eve had secured him with a deadly full-nelson 
around his bull neck. No man could break this hold when she applied it, no man! 
Here was the odd sight of this blonde hellion in fishnet stockings hanging on 
the back of this 6'8" three hundred pound moose. She clamped her legs around his 
waist to further secure her position. Eve, the wild tigress, having already 
bagged one of her prey, was ready now to finish this job and leave. Her pumped 
up arms with her adrenaline flowing proved to be stronger than Dregor's neck 
which snapped under her assault. He collapsed and fell dead, only a few feet 
from his boss. Eve took a moment to admire her handiwork. She had dispatched two 
lethal terrorists, one with her legs, the other with her arms  and she was still 
not tired. Eve knew that the death of Ivan Ruddenoff would only cause a small 
blip in international terrorism. There were many others eager to take his place. 
Still, she should savor this moment. She bent down and picked up Ivan's wallet. 
She coolly picked out a one hundred dollar bill. Eve looked at the stretched out 
Ivan and said, this is for the sex... the wrestling is on the house.