The assignment (part three) by hero, hero141@hotmail.com Lisa, the muscular assassin, on the prowl. [Any suggestions, comments, etc. are welcome! If you have ideas for new stories, let me know. I'm grateful to Chacho O for letting me use his notorious killer agent, Lisa, as a character. If you want to meet Lisa and see her adventures in illustrated stories, please visit www.badgirlsart.com. The stories and pics are awesome!] To say that William Chadwick is in serious trouble would be an understatement. The bell-boy's corpse or what Lisa left of it is a smelling heap of gory flesh and broken bones. The living room is bathing in blood. There is no use in trying to hide the bloody and rotting remains of the poor innocent guy from the police. William's mind is racing and scanning the options, considering the possibilities to get rid of the police... Lisa, fucking freak! Shit... What can I do? They'll suspect me, unless... Four police officers dash into the hotel suite. Chadwick just has time to react, so that the door does not hit him full in the face. The officers point their guns at Chadwick, who stares aimlessly as if in a state of catatonic shock. Don't move, sir! Or you'll be shot. A moment later Chadwick drops to the ground, unconscious. The police officers are equally shocked when they see the bell-boy's corpse. Lisa really had her cruel way with her victim. He must have suffered like a pig. One of the officers starts puking, the others turn white as death. This moment of confusion is enough for Chadwick to react like only a super-trained assassin can: quick as lightning he fires four bullets out of his silenced Smith & Wesson. The four cops are killed in an instant, each with a perfect hole in their foreheads. A clean kill... Suckers! A pleasure meeting you. I have to get out of here. Fetch my documents, my insurance for a long and wealthy life, hehehe... Two minutes later, William Chadwick has left the building, well-groomed and sharp, on his way to pick up the valuable documents from a station locker. There is only one thing that flashes through his mind: when will I meet Lisa again? Sooner than he thinks... Meanwhile, Lisa just finished a gruelling work-out in her penthouse suite, the huge dumbells and barbells still scattered over the parquet floor. She is impatiently waiting for a telephone of either William Chadwick or the PI she has hired to watch his tracks. Neither of them calls and the muscular assassin is bored. Very bored... Her awesome physique is vascular beyond imagination. Every vein on her stunning body is popping out, every fibre in her sexy chiseled dream body is at her command, ready to strike. Her huge muscles bulge with raw female power, slick with sweat caused by the heavy work-out and oil they have been rubbed in with. She wears a black, deeply cut swimsuit fitting her gorgeous muscles like a glove. Her huge bosom threatens to rip the front of the swimsuit to shreds. Her thong is flirting with the crack in her ass muscles, revealing almost everything of her glorious, super shapely glutes. On her feet Lisa wears a pair of black leather boots, with five inch spiked stiletto heels. The hot muscle babe adoringly watches the sexy movement of her rippling muscles in the mirror, swelling and relaxing as she sensually moves her sexy body like a professional dancer. In love with her own musculature, she massages her big boobs, narcistically rejoicing in their firmness, straying her hands over the perfectly tanned skin. Her nipples are hard as nails. The throbbing veins on her gargantuan biceps suggest the immense power and underscore the lethal reputation of this sadistic killing machine. Fucking bastards! I told them to call me as soon as possible. They should know I don't like to wait... I'm extremely dangerous when I'm pissed off and bored... She flexes her mighty biceps, sixteen inches of hard tanned female muscle! Her evil imagination joyfully recalls occasions when she crushed innocent male skulls to pulp between these biceps and her upper arm, hot blood dribbling over her flesh, tickling her sensitive skin. Sometimes brain tissue would ooze out from the deformed mouth or eye sockets... Lisa feels the familiar tingling in her crotch, her sensual mouth turns into a grin wetting her lips with her unequaled tongue... Her demanding body craves for sex... and blood... Let's meet some hotel guests! Lisa hits for the corridor and immediately bumps into a handsome, young man. He startles when he notices Lisa: a drop-dead gorgeous femme fatale, dressed in a skimpy swimsuit, wearing high heeled boots, completely pumped-up and muscular as hell! The ultra-sexy bodybuilder arrogantly meets his startled gaze, adoringly looking down on his muscular body. Her evil mind races into a state of dark fantasies... Her boredom quickly changes into the joyful anticipation of playing with this numb dick. Need a ride, motherfucker? You like my muscles? In blank astonishment he watches how Lisa licks her huge biceps, moving her tongue over the glorious mounds of lethal female muscle, utterly in love with her own body, narcistically rejoicing in her own sensual touch on her perfectly tanned skin... He is completely overwhelmed. He looks at this gorgeous specimen of the female race in stupefaction, not able to avert his eyes from her glistening muscles and protruding breasts. He has seen and screwed lots of women, but a goddess like Lisa has never crossed his path. Desire looms in his eyes. Oh my God. You're beautiful! Yes, I like your muscles. I adore them! Let's go to your room. I want to fuck you. What's your room number? As in a dream the man whispers his room number and Lisa violently grabs him by the balls. She smilingly feels how his huge cock surges into a powerful erection. The muscular goddess pushes him through the empty corridor straight to his room. In his room her cell phone rings... Yeah, Chadwick. What? The fucking FBI on your tail? You need to leave the state? Certainly, I'll help you. Meet me in a quarter of an hour in my hotel room. The address is 24, High Street Avenue. Room 22. She faces her male prey again. A radiant smile appears across her beautiful face. You're unlucky, baby. I need to go. Just one thing I want to check... With an amazing air of confidence Lisa flashes her bountiful boobs and forces the man the lick her erect nipples. Her experienced hand fumbles in his pants and she firmly takes his huge dick in her mighty hand. He feels her soft grip around his raging hard-on. He experiences how her fingers softly massage his erect shaft, making his glans engorge with blood. Lisa giggles, not surprised he immediately reacts to her superior touch. You horny fuck! You're fucking built like a stallion! It's a pity I don't have time to let you taste my sizzling slit! Lisa starts jacking him off. Slowly at first, then systematically increasing the rhythmic movement of her hand. Her biceps swell to humongous proportions, veins pop out like meandering rivers. He can do nothing but gasp in utter pleasure and watch how the muscular babe jerks off his huge dick. It's been years since a woman has excited him like this. He breaths heavily from the excitement and sexual tension. Then Lisa grabs the base of his erect shaft and leans forward. She gently swirls her delicious tongue around his swollen cock head! Her wet lips move over his manhood and suck his engorged glans. She almost shoves his entire penis into her hot and sexy mouth! Lisa, queen of deep-throat! Her eyes flicker with pleasure... Then suddenly he orgasms like he has never orgasmed before. It is like a heavenly bliss that befalls him. She milks every drop out of him. Sperm drips from her mouth as his still pulsating penis remains in the palm of her hand. Oh God, that felt good! Sorry I have to go... Your cock is really a fantastic specimen! I like my men huge, and you're huge! Give me your name and address. I'd love to shove your cock into my pussy. She's dripping wet, you know... And indeed: the thong that has been rubbing over her sensitve labia is dripping wet. Lisa is back in her own room. She rejoices at a new encounter with Chadwick and fingers herself to an intense orgasm, enjoying the swell and the size of her huge biceps. Her trick is working. Due to her savage slaughtering of the bell-boy, Chadwick is suspected of the murder. But as is his habit, Chadwick is always able to talk himself out of awkward situations, and if a chat does not help he is always in for another murder himself... But of course he has to flee the state as soon as possible, taking the documents with him. And Lisa will certainly be ready to ask for them politely. Very politely... Shit, Lisa! You stupid bitch! I had to run from the police and now I have to flee town. You think this is funny? Stop smiling... I had to take a big risk fetching some vital documents from a station locker and hiding them somewhere else. I can't take them with me, you know! It's Chadwick. He has entered Lisa room and is in a bad mood, more in a fit of anger actually. Lisa just throws her head back laughing heartily showing Chadwick some more of her impressive cleavage. Her proud boobs are hardly covered by a black latex suit, deeply cut and all-revealing. Lisa's perfectly tanned, olive colored skin has been oiled in and her superior musculature is glistening frightfully. She has built her body to muscular perfection, every inch, every fibre of her trained physique breathes power. Raw power. Lethal power. Bodybuilding has made this beautiful sex bomb, this curvaceous centerfold into an ultra-sexy muscle machine! She may be built to perfection physically, Lisa still cannot read people's minds... The female assassin does not know Chadwick is playing a part here. He has caught Lisa's PI and a short interrogation has given him vital information on Lisa's real intentions. Also Chadwick can be very convincing when it comes to 'retrieving data from people'. The PI is lying in a dark alley now, tortured to death, his face unrecogizably mutilated, all teeth removed. Calm down, Chadwick. I'm here to help. I'll make sure you get out of here without being noticed. Where are those documents? Do we have to get them before we go? Chadwick's pretty face does not falter. Nice try, Lisa, but I am smarter than that... He immediately answers: No, not at all. They're safe... Don't worry. They're 'on their way'... Do we still have time for a drink? I need a drink, Lisa. Fucking cops! They thought they could get me... Hahaha! Four tiny holes later, they weren't even able to think any more! Champagne, Chadwick? I know you won't say no to a glass of the old Veuve Clicquot now, will you? Oh no. Veuve Clicquot. The nectar of the Gods. You look great in black latex by the way. Am I right or am I right, but have you gained a bit of muscle lately? Lisa flexes her massive arms in a seductive double-biceps shot, licking her mighty muscles, purring like a cat dripping with arrogance. Mountainous biceps rise to a glorious peak of female muscle. Blood gorged veins pop to attention. She smiles mysteriously. Yeah, a couple of pounds. I'm in the shape of my life! Wanna taste? Or wanna feel? I know you dig my muscles, Chadwick... I can see the bulge in your pants. Hahaha! Chadwick carresses her glistening muscles, adoring their sexy shape and hardness. Unseen he throws a bit of powder in her glass while continuing to squeeze and lick her vascular arms. His eager hands move over to her breasts, massaging them, worshipping them, aggressively snatching the latex down. Chadwick pours his glass of champagne over her glorious tits and expertly licks the nectar dripping from her goddess-like breasts. Her former colleague clearly takes the initiative and pours her glass into her mouth, making her swallow the champagne immediately, before thrusting his tongue into her willing mouth. The powder works immediately. It is a high-tech chemical concoction specifically brewed for Lisa's genetic composition, reducing her to a meek and obedient woman, without losing her senses. He wants to enjoy fucking her for a last time, before sending her to the happy hunting grounds. And if you want to enjoy sex with Lisa, you do not want her to be your meek servant, but you want her to be on top, to use her expert skills to fuck you senseless... Chadwick, show me your cock, baby! I want to suck it, now! She pulls his raging erection out of his trousers and smiles sarcastically. He feels the heat of her hand around his huge shaft. This muscle-bimbo just knows how she has to fuck men: hard and rough! Softly squeezing his penis, she seductively purs: You like my touch, Chadwick? You love it? And he loves it indeed. She manipulates Chadwick's rock solid hard-on with both hands, gently rubbing her long and carefully manicured nails over his red-veined shaft. Lisa's magical touch brings him close to cumming. She takes each one of his balls into her mouth, sucking them, causing him to moan loudly. The sexy bodybuilder really knows how to excite a man! The next thing he knows is that she engulfs his huge blood engorged crown with her hot mouth and then takes every throbbing inch of his straining erection down her throat. With his dick sliding in and out of her mouth the freaky muscle bitch cups his balls with one hand and begins to tickle his asshole with the other. She feels that he is approaching orgasm... Don't cum, asshole! I'll tell you when to cum! I'm in control here! But it is no use. She is just in time to pull his throbbing cock out of her mouth as Chadwick climaxes and shoots a torrent of hot cum over her magnificent breasts. The muscle chick pouts her lips in utter arrogance. Her eyes flicker with contempt. Do you always cum that early? But what would normally be a reason to brutally break his body, to crush his head like a fucking toy, is now only an alibi to follow her sexual urges. The powder has clearly suppressed Lisa's sadistic whims... Her pussy is dripping wet and her fingers inadvertently start carressing her ultra-sensitive labia. She spreads his semen and her juices over her magnificent breasts and orders him to lick it all up. Chadwick revels in her transformation and her submissiveness. Fuck you, bitch! I won't lick my own cum! You lick it up! Surprisingly submissive, Lisa sensually licks her fingers, sticking them deep into her mouth, making wet sucking sounds, her eyes blazing with desire. The stunning muscle babe works his cock for a second time, effortlessly massaging Chadwick's huge manhood into a throbbing erection. The tip of his glans is dripping with precum again as she gently rubs her thumb over its purple head. Lisa takes the initiative again and mounts her excited lover. She forces his steel hard cock between her impressive cleavage and starts tit-fucking him. Her big-titted hardbody simply dwarfs his huge manhood! Lisa amusedly raises an eyebrow as he is approaching a violent orgasm again. He feels the softness of her perfect boobs time and again as she expertly moves his engorged cock between them, faster and faster, unrelenting. She stares down at him, humping him harder and harder. He is incapable of doing anything. He simply has to undergo the love-game, mesmerized by the sight of the hot muscle bitch riding his cock like a sex-goddess. Yeeeeeah, Lisa! Harder, come on. Yeeeeeeaah... I suppose you want to come, don't you baby? Softly cooing, totally under her spell, Chadwick nods. Well, if you want to cum, you'll have to masturbate for me. This is not a request, but an order! You can cum in the palm of your hand... Sucker! She smiles at him. He cannot tell if she is serious or not. His cock is aching to cum, but Chadwick doubts for a moment and grabs his Smith & Wesson. He would rather be safe than sorry. Lisa's reflexes however are beyond normal and within a split second she is on top of Chadwick, her full weight resting on his torso, hitting his gun-hand so hard, that you can hear the bones breaking. His hand still clenching his gun is hanging in an awkward angle from his arm. Useless. Incapable of firing. What is it, Chadwick? You want me to bust you up? Huhhhh? Wanna suffer? I want the documents. Now! Or I'll fucking torture you till you won't even be able to talk. You want that? His face turns white as death. He knows he is doomed. Lisa is designed to kill, to torture... She has the perfect body to back up her darkest desires and psychotic fantasies. I hope you don't confess too quickly where the documents are. I would like to enjoy killing you very slowly, fucking you up like you have seen me doing a hundred times. Only now you're the man in the chair... The beautiful muscular pin-up laughs like a maniac, clenching her teeth, her pussy itching as it hungers to break up Chadwick's body. He knows she is telling the truth! This mean muscle bitch will enjoy every second of his pain, of his pleadings to stop... I'm gonna do you so slowly, Chadwick. And so painfully, you will beg me to kill you. If you're still able to talk after a couple of my specialties. Hahaha! I scare you, don't I? Chadwick is indeed petrified. He backs off instinctly, begging Lisa not to hurt him. He immediately tells her where the documents are and tries to reach some kind of compromise. But when Lisa is on the prowl, compromises are superfluous. She flexes her gorgeous muscles dangerously. Her pierced nipples are erect, her sadist urge is back and how! Any last words, Chadwick? Smile 'cause you're on camera... You're worth every dollar, Lisa. I just ran through the tape. 4 hours. You've fucked him up for 4 hours! You're a beast, you know that? You're gross! You're a psychotic muscle bitch! Hahaha! Lisa sits behind her elegant desk in her office again, grinning mischievously. (The end.)