Shadows of the Cold War - RP

[Tjf]

"Girl, do you even know me at all? There's a very real possibility I join in." Olena retorted with a chuckle, that wild gleam back in her eyes. In another time, that unlucky guard at the dacha got more than he bargained for. In this time, however, the redhead pushed herself onto her feet. "Alright, I'll let you get ready. Let's see if we can do this job clean, da?"

"I'm starting to. You kind of wear your heart on your sleeve." Lyudmila smirks, turning. "Da, tovarisch."

The phone goes off not long after that - Mama's voice is terse and to the point as she explains that Olena and Lyudmila will be infiltrating the West via the tunnels underneath Berlin. She tells Lyudmila a car will be arriving to take them to the station in an hour. Olena figures she should probably just while the hour away with chit chat, but if she's lucky maybe she could talk her new companion into a quickie?"

 

[Tjf]

As Alistair waits, he decided to check the vials. He carefully smelled them, checking if he knew the contenst.

"Any idea what does might be?" He turned to Witch, wondering if she had knowledge of those.

Windigo then picked up the leather folder and started reading through it. Maybe this would explain the mission parameters of this cell, and the mystery of his missing student.

Witch comes to the railing. "Hmm... The green one looks like scopolamine." She says. Alistair knows it pretty well - agencies across the world have long sought a 'truth serum', but scopolamine is about as far as they've gotten. It can't force someone to tell the truth, but it lowers inhibitions and induces suggestibility. "Don't know the other, though." The blonde shakes her head. It's okay - Alistair knows it well. Red Lace, a powerful aphrodisiac used both recreationally, and for torture. Low doses increase sensitivity and make sex more pleasurable. High doses, however, increase the pleasure to unbearable levels. When watching interrogations where the subject's health wasn't a priority, he's even seen high doses induce orgasms just from a single light touch.

Opening the folder, he sees the text is written in code - not a hard one, though. Shouldn't take him long to decipher it, he just needs maybe an hour and some quiet.

 

[ImAWanderer]

"I'm starting to. You kind of wear your heart on your sleeve." Lyudmila smirks, turning. "Da, tovarisch."

The phone goes off not long after that - Mama's voice is terse and to the point as she explains that Olena and Lyudmila will be infiltrating the West via the tunnels underneath Berlin. She tells Lyudmila a car will be arriving to take them to the station in an hour. Olena figures she should probably just while the hour away with chit chat, but if she's lucky maybe she could talk her new companion into a quickie?"

Olena had stripped down out of a desire for casual comfort - after all, Lyudmila had allowed her into the room with barely a stitch of clothing on her. She was wearing a provocative set of lacey red in the same shade as her hair, and when she turned away from her companion, her panties did little to hide her voluminous derriere. As Lyudmila relays the information given by Mama, Olena turns at the waist, eyes hooded and a hand on her hip, accentuating her rear while silhouetting her figure against the light filtering through the window blinds. "You know... We ought to get to know each other more..." Her weigh shifted onto one leg, emphasizing one hip... "To make sure the mission goes well, we should know how the other ticks." Her weight shifts, her other hip now poking out. "For the mission, of course!"

 

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Witch comes to the railing. "Hmm... The green one looks like scopolamine." She says. Alistair knows it pretty well - agencies across the world have long sought a 'truth serum', but scopolamine is about as far as they've gotten. It can't force someone to tell the truth, but it lowers inhibitions and induces suggestibility. "Don't know the other, though." The blonde shakes her head. It's okay - Alistair knows it well. Red Lace, a powerful aphrodisiac used both recreationally, and for torture. Low doses increase sensitivity and make sex more pleasurable. High doses, however, increase the pleasure to unbearable levels. When watching interrogations where the subject's health wasn't a priority, he's even seen high doses induce orgasms just from a single light touch.

Opening the folder, he sees the text is written in code - not a hard one, though. Shouldn't take him long to decipher it, he just needs maybe an hour and some quiet.

Alistair took a look at the vials. Oh, he was going to use it. But which should he use on whom? As he wondered about that, the Witch put a folder on his lap.

He started looking through it, then glanced at the prisoners. Well, he might give them some more time to consider their situation.

He consider dosing both of them with drugs... But he would keep them for later.

It would be fun play~

He gagged both of prisoners, then went to decipher the folder.

 

[Tjf]

Olena had stripped down out of a desire for casual comfort - after all, Lyudmila had allowed her into the room with barely a stitch of clothing on her. She was wearing a provocative set of lacey red in the same shade as her hair, and when she turned away from her companion, her panties did little to hide her voluminous derriere. As Lyudmila relays the information given by Mama, Olena turns at the waist, eyes hooded and a hand on her hip, accentuating her rear while silhouetting her figure against the light filtering through the window blinds. "You know... We ought to get to know each other more..." Her weigh shifted onto one leg, emphasizing one hip... "To make sure the mission goes well, we should know how the other ticks." Her weight shifts, her other hip now poking out. "For the mission, of course!"

"Those suit you." Lyudmila utters as Olena bares herself - though frustratingly her tone is so neutral that Olena can't quite judge whether it's just fashion appreciation or appreciation for he body underneath the lingerie. Her laugh is warm and loud, more of a cackle, as Olena makes her suggestion. "You're a subtle one, aren't you? Huh, alright, then. Let me know all about...Olena's your real name, right?" She invites.

 

[ImAWanderer]

"Those suit you." Lyudmila utters as Olena bares herself - though frustratingly her tone is so neutral that Olena can't quite judge whether it's just fashion appreciation or appreciation for he body underneath the lingerie. Her laugh is warm and loud, more of a cackle, as Olena makes her suggestion. "You're a subtle one, aren't you? Huh, alright, then. Let me know all about...Olena's your real name, right?" She invites.

Olena turned to face Lyudmila as she indulged the redhead, a broad grin on her face that made the swing of her hips as she approached, hands still on her hips, seem like a joke than an actual come-on. Of course, the Vixen had been a good girl all day, so she deserved a bit of a reward. As she drew near to the brunette, she would crawl onto the bed on her hands and knees, eyes just a bit narrowed to add the slightest hint of danger and heat. "Yes," she answered simply, before she brought her head level with Lyudmila's chest. With a light push, she would place her hands on the thief's shoulders and bring her down onto her back, before Olena would straddle the hapless woman. "What do you want to know?" She asked, her tone deceptively neutral as she grabbed Lyudmila's hands and brought them to her hips. The gesture gave her words the impression that she was giving her the choice to touch or strip her as she saw fit.

 

[Tjf]

Alistair took a look at the vials. Oh, he was going to use it. But which should he use on whom? As he wondered about that, the Witch put a folder on his lap.

He started looking through it, then glanced at the prisoners. Well, he might give them some more time to consider their situation.

He consider dosing both of them with drugs... But he would keep them for later.

It would be fun play~

He gagged both of prisoners, then went to decipher the folder.

Benson and Maria protest but can't fight back as he gags their mouths, their complaints muffled by the thick fabric. Moving a nearby chair into the corner, Witch keeps watch on the CIA spooks and the door at the same time, showing her tradecraft.

With their charges secure, Alistair has the quiet he needs to bring the folder to Benson's desk, utilising a fairly standard espionage cypher to crack the code and discover the secrets within. Deciphering the letters, he transcribes them onto a piece of paper, writing out reports lodged by Benson. Except they don't seem like official reports, and closer to rambling. Filtering out those that don't seem relevant, he focuses on a few key reports.

February 10 - My man in Maribel's organisation managed to slip me photos of a ledger the other day. The little bitch's organisation is making hundreds of thousands - in a few years, maybe even millions. That's a lot of cash for a slip of a girl like that. I'm the ranking officer here in this country. You think she'd give her superior a bone, but she says she doesn't have to, since she's not part of my command structure. Slut even said she had 'connections' at Langley. How dare she threaten me?

February 15 - Donaldson's boys hit one of Maribel's cash transports last night. I'm gonna make it rain tonight, baby. Maria might be a frigid bitch, and Marisol might think she's too good for me, but ol' Benson's gonna have some fun. Marisol's pissed, but she can't prove anything. Donaldson is a professional, old school type of guy. He made sure there were no witnesses.

Donaldson? Alistair thinks to himself - he knew a merc named Donaldson during the war, running an outfit not unlike the Canaries. A sociopath, but good at his job, doing assassinations and robberies for hire.

March 12 - Damn it, I can't figure out what Marisol's doing with her money. Donaldson got a few shipments of cash, but now it seems like Marisol's gotten someone to handle her financials for her and keep hold of her money. Have to find out who this 'banker' is and beat the location of the money out of them. They can't be a local - I'd know them.

May 16 - Got word that Maribel's trying to smuggle something out of the country besides powder. Something she shouldn't be. If I can just get my hands on it and find out what it is, I can seize the whole operation. I'll send Donaldson's boys to grab Maribel and bring her here for a nice 'chat', along with whatever it is she's moving. My contacts tell me she's doing it out of that crazy Brit's airfield. Donaldson and his boys will make the snatch for me - just have to remember to pay 'em extra not to rape Marisol. That bitch is mine.

The 'crazy Brit' must be Nadine - the former flyer of the Canaries back during the war.

May 17 - What the fuck is going on? I got to the site a couple hours after Donaldson's boys dropped contact. They're fucking dead, and Donaldson isn't responding! Marisol's gone, along with whatever she was transporting, but the plane was still there on the runway. Without Donaldson, I have no muscle down here. Need to make new contacts. And figure out what the fuck is happening. Did Marisol kill those guys and go into hiding? Did she get snatched by her own people, or maybe some of the other smugglers in the area? Crap, no use speculating. Need to remind Maria not to bring any guys in off the street. Bad enough she won't put out for me, but she's risking a security breach by fucking in here, and I'm worried someone could target us next.

 

[Tjf]

Olena turned to face Lyudmila as she indulged the redhead, a broad grin on her face that made the swing of her hips as she approached, hands still on her hips, seem like a joke than an actual come-on. Of course, the Vixen had been a good girl all day, so she deserved a bit of a reward. As she drew near to the brunette, she would crawl onto the bed on her hands and knees, eyes just a bit narrowed to add the slightest hint of danger and heat. "Yes," she answered simply, before she brought her head level with Lyudmila's chest. With a light push, she would place her hands on the thief's shoulders and bring her down onto her back, before Olena would straddle the hapless woman. "What do you want to know?" She asked, her tone deceptively neutral as she grabbed Lyudmila's hands and brought them to her hips. The gesture gave her words the impression that she was giving her the choice to touch or strip her as she saw fit.

Lyudmila's eyes glint softly as she gazes up at the spy, letting the Vixen climb atop her and pin her down with a minimum of fuss. Her fingers squeeze the soft flesh of Olena's hips. All of a sudden, she bucks upwards as she turns, bringing Olena's back crashing down onto the sheets as Lyudmila darts atop her, thick thighs squeezing the Vixen's waist and keeping her pinned down. She lowers her head, fine strands of her brunette locks hanging low and tickling Olena's face. The redhead can feel the other woman's breath hot against her lips, the other woman's eyes burning with amusement. "I want to know... Your weak point." She all but purrs, her hand reaching out to cup Olena's cheek, before her nails lightly scritch against the Ukrainian's neck, and travel further Southward. "How to turn you into a quivering...little...wreck..." She smirks deviously as her fingers trail along Olena's cleavage.

 

[ImAWanderer]

Lyudmila's eyes glint softly as she gazes up at the spy, letting the Vixen climb atop her and pin her down with a minimum of fuss. Her fingers squeeze the soft flesh of Olena's hips. All of a sudden, she bucks upwards as she turns, bringing Olena's back crashing down onto the sheets as Lyudmila darts atop her, thick thighs squeezing the Vixen's waist and keeping her pinned down. She lowers her head, fine strands of her brunette locks hanging low and tickling Olena's face. The redhead can feel the other woman's breath hot against her lips, the other woman's eyes burning with amusement. "I want to know... Your weak point." She all but purrs, her hand reaching out to cup Olena's cheek, before her nails lightly scritch against the Ukrainian's neck, and travel further Southward. "How to turn you into a quivering...little...wreck..." She smirks deviously as her fingers trail along Olena's cleavage.

Olena had only one thought as Lyudmila turned the tables on her. "Uh oh." A gasp escaped her as nails trailed down the side of her throat, unstifled by the two front teeth nipping down on her lower lip. After all the excitement of the day and her natural... Proclivities, the Vixen was powerless to escape the thief's trap, panting in tune with each deliberately enunciated word. She shivered as she felt the brunette's fingertips run down erogenous regions of her throat, followed by the curve of her breasts, running along the bulging flesh clung tightly to by the red lacey brassiere. The Amazonian Ukrainian could have certainly regained the initiative with her training and experience in close combat... But why would she when her back arched so naturally at the slightest touch of her chest? Rather than leverage the light grip she had on Lyudmila's elbows, Olena simply held on, allowing her new friend to explore her body to her heart's content.

"Eheh, w- well, where's the fun in telling?" Olena teased, but the usual masterfully impish tone was undercut by her breathless stuttering. She managed to look composed, at least, her eyes still hooded with heated desire... Or maybe it was just thoughtless desire after all, who could say.

 

[Tjf]

Olena had only one thought as Lyudmila turned the tables on her. "Uh oh." A gasp escaped her as nails trailed down the side of her throat, unstifled by the two front teeth nipping down on her lower lip. After all the excitement of the day and her natural... Proclivities, the Vixen was powerless to escape the thief's trap, panting in tune with each deliberately enunciated word. She shivered as she felt the brunette's fingertips run down erogenous regions of her throat, followed by the curve of her breasts, running along the bulging flesh clung tightly to by the red lacey brassiere. The Amazonian Ukrainian could have certainly regained the initiative with her training and experience in close combat... But why would she when her back arched so naturally at the slightest touch of her chest? Rather than leverage the light grip she had on Lyudmila's elbows, Olena simply held on, allowing her new friend to explore her body to her heart's content.

"Eheh, w- well, where's the fun in telling?" Olena teased, but the usual masterfully impish tone was undercut by her breathless stuttering. She managed to look composed, at least, her eyes still hooded with heated desire... Or maybe it was just thoughtless desire after all, who could say.

"Well, you keep secrets for living." Lyudmila chuckles softly, scritching softly across the top of Olena's breasts until her fingertips rest at the cups of the other woman's bra, slowly peeling the fabric downwards until it reaches the edge of Olena's - by this point quite erect - nipples. She leans in, pressing her hips down and squeezing her meaty thighs around the redhead's hips, her breath hot on Olena's neck as she plants a solitary, soft kiss. "Surely it feels good sometimes to just...bare all? Or are you the type who prefers having it forced out of you?" She giggles softly. "I'm curious, though, how you dealt with Mr Andropov. I'm pretty sure he didn't die - I would have heard about it from the other maids before I left."

 

[ImAWanderer]

"Well, you keep secrets for living." Lyudmila chuckles softly, scritching softly across the top of Olena's breasts until her fingertips rest at the cups of the other woman's bra, slowly peeling the fabric downwards until it reaches the edge of Olena's - by this point quite erect - nipples. She leans in, pressing her hips down and squeezing her meaty thighs around the redhead's hips, her breath hot on Olena's neck as she plants a solitary, soft kiss. "Surely it feels good sometimes to just...bare all? Or are you the type who prefers having it forced out of you?" She giggles softly. "I'm curious, though, how you dealt with Mr Andropov. I'm pretty sure he didn't die - I would have heard about it from the other maids before I left."

Olena's chest heaved under Lyudmila's exploratory fingers, her teeth no long pinching her lower lip as she allowed her panting to go on unabated, goosebumps rising in the trail of those nails on her skin. A sigh of relief escaped the redhead as her pink, erect teats slipped out from their hiding place. She tilted her chin up, allowing the kiss to land on her soft throat, causing her legs to curl inward, only to be stopped by her partner's soft mass. An uncommitted hum escaped her only to be interrupted by a giggle of her own at Lyudmila's question.

"Eeeh- heheh! ... Y- yeah." Well, that was a double positive. Then again, Olena seemed like the kind of wild child to vacillate between slutty exhibition and hard-to-get faux-nunnery depending on whichever seemed hottest to her. It seemed one side took precedence when she was reminded of Andropov, a horny gasp escaping her at the memory of how- "He subdued me," the Amazonian Ukrainian shivered as she revealed exactly how she had failed her bonus objective. "He talked about how much he wanted me and how often he got what he wanted... I had my gun on him and he still seemed so confident it... I..." For a moment she hesitated, her heart pounding harder as she rubbed her thighs together under Lyudmila's weight... The wetness that cooled the heat that was building caused her to spill the rest. "I sucked his cock like a good girl," she admitted with a huskiness that revealed just how much that recollection affected her. "And I let him take me to one of his rooms and fuck me through the bed." There was only the slightest bit of red on her cheeks to signal the shame... But it wasn't that much. Considering how far the thief had gone to aid her, allowing some common criminal to feel her up and seemingly eager to do it again (for the mission, of course), Olena felt safe in revealing her depraved submissiveness.

 

[majus]

Benson and Maria protest but can't fight back as he gags their mouths, their complaints muffled by the thick fabric. Moving a nearby chair into the corner, Witch keeps watch on the CIA spooks and the door at the same time, showing her tradecraft.

With their charges secure, Alistair has the quiet he needs to bring the folder to Benson's desk, utilising a fairly standard espionage cypher to crack the code and discover the secrets within. Deciphering the letters, he transcribes them onto a piece of paper, writing out reports lodged by Benson. Except they don't seem like official reports, and closer to rambling. Filtering out those that don't seem relevant, he focuses on a few key reports.

February 10 - My man in Maribel's organisation managed to slip me photos of a ledger the other day. The little bitch's organisation is making hundreds of thousands - in a few years, maybe even millions. That's a lot of cash for a slip of a girl like that. I'm the ranking officer here in this country. You think she'd give her superior a bone, but she says she doesn't have to, since she's not part of my command structure. Slut even said she had 'connections' at Langley. How dare she threaten me?

February 15 - Donaldson's boys hit one of Maribel's cash transports last night. I'm gonna make it rain tonight, baby. Maria might be a frigid bitch, and Marisol might think she's too good for me, but ol' Benson's gonna have some fun. Marisol's pissed, but she can't prove anything. Donaldson is a professional, old school type of guy. He made sure there were no witnesses.

Donaldson? Alistair thinks to himself - he knew a merc named Donaldson during the war, running an outfit not unlike the Canaries. A sociopath, but good at his job, doing assassinations and robberies for hire.

March 12 - Damn it, I can't figure out what Marisol's doing with her money. Donaldson got a few shipments of cash, but now it seems like Marisol's gotten someone to handle her financials for her and keep hold of her money. Have to find out who this 'banker' is and beat the location of the money out of them. They can't be a local - I'd know them.

May 16 - Got word that Maribel's trying to smuggle something out of the country besides powder. Something she shouldn't be. If I can just get my hands on it and find out what it is, I can seize the whole operation. I'll send Donaldson's boys to grab Maribel and bring her here for a nice 'chat', along with whatever it is she's moving. My contacts tell me she's doing it out of that crazy Brit's airfield. Donaldson and his boys will make the snatch for me - just have to remember to pay 'em extra not to rape Marisol. That bitch is mine.

The 'crazy Brit' must be Nadine - the former flyer of the Canaries back during the war.

May 17 - What the fuck is going on? I got to the site a couple hours after Donaldson's boys dropped contact. They're fucking dead, and Donaldson isn't responding! Marisol's gone, along with whatever she was transporting, but the plane was still there on the runway. Without Donaldson, I have no muscle down here. Need to make new contacts. And figure out what the fuck is happening. Did Marisol kill those guys and go into hiding? Did she get snatched by her own people, or maybe some of the other smugglers in the area? Crap, no use speculating. Need to remind Maria not to bring any guys in off the street. Bad enough she won't put out for me, but she's risking a security breach by fucking in here, and I'm worried someone could target us next.

(Great post!)

Alistair paused as he finished reading the documents... That did not make situation any clearer. But with this, he had all the information he needed.

Donaldson... His involvement is a surprise, he was a good contractor for several wet jobs Windigo gave him.

Next logical step, was to talk to Nadine. If she was owner of the airport here, it was logical she and Maribel would at least know of each other.

Now... His eyes moved to the two hostages. What to do about them? He did not need them really.

He grabbed two vials of Red Lace and filled two syringes with it. He walked up to Maria, grabbed her by hair and yanked back, then he jabbed one syringe into her left breast and injected entire vial of Red Lace into round fat breast.

Her nipples hardened and moan escaped the woman. He then injected another dose into her other breast. What he did, was inject not a high dose of the drug, but overdose of Red Lace. He grabbed her breast and lightly moved his hand over her skin, making the woman moan.

He returned to the bag, and took to vials of truth serum. As he turned back, he could already see the drug start wrecking the beautiful female, her nipples painfully erect, her cheeks flushed, her breathing heavy, her pussy dripping.

He then force feed her truth serum, asking her swallow everything.

Then he made his way to the man and feed him the other vial of the truth drug.

He walked back to the documents, and gathered them.

"What would you do with the two?" He asked the Witch, curious for her answer.

 

[Tjf]

Olena's chest heaved under Lyudmila's exploratory fingers, her teeth no long pinching her lower lip as she allowed her panting to go on unabated, goosebumps rising in the trail of those nails on her skin. A sigh of relief escaped the redhead as her pink, erect teats slipped out from their hiding place. She tilted her chin up, allowing the kiss to land on her soft throat, causing her legs to curl inward, only to be stopped by her partner's soft mass. An uncommitted hum escaped her only to be interrupted by a giggle of her own at Lyudmila's question.

"Eeeh- heheh! ... Y- yeah." Well, that was a double positive. Then again, Olena seemed like the kind of wild child to vacillate between slutty exhibition and hard-to-get faux-nunnery depending on whichever seemed hottest to her. It seemed one side took precedence when she was reminded of Andropov, a horny gasp escaping her at the memory of how- "He subdued me," the Amazonian Ukrainian shivered as she revealed exactly how she had failed her bonus objective. "He talked about how much he wanted me and how often he got what he wanted... I had my gun on him and he still seemed so confident it... I..." For a moment she hesitated, her heart pounding harder as she rubbed her thighs together under Lyudmila's weight... The wetness that cooled the heat that was building caused her to spill the rest. "I sucked his cock like a good girl," she admitted with a huskiness that revealed just how much that recollection affected her. "And I let him take me to one of his rooms and fuck me through the bed." There was only the slightest bit of red on her cheeks to signal the shame... But it wasn't that much. Considering how far the thief had gone to aid her, allowing some common criminal to feel her up and seemingly eager to do it again (for the mission, of course), Olena felt safe in revealing her depraved submissiveness.

Lyudmila's tongue slides along Olena's neck, down to her chest, following the faint red marks made by her long fingernails and laying a slick trail, until she takes one of Olena's pert nipples into her mouth, sucking softly. The other finds itself pinched and twisted mercilessly by the fake maid's other hand. The redhead feels more scritches as Lyudmila trails her free hand down her toned stomach and down underneath her panties, feeling the wetness that rapidly builds there as Olena makes her confession.

"Huh, so he was good? I would have tried him only I assumed an old rich guy would be selfish in bed." She admits casually as she takes a breath, lavishing Olena's nipple with lashes of her tongue. "You're really not what I expected at all. I always thought a spy would be a real cyka. You know, an ice queen. You, though..." Her laugh is teasing, but not quite mocking.

 

[Tjf]

(Great post!)

Alistair paused as he finished reading the documents... That did not make situation any clearer. But with this, he had all the information he needed.

Donaldson... His involvement is a surprise, he was a good contractor for several wet jobs Windigo gave him.

Next logical step, was to talk to Nadine. If she was owner of the airport here, it was logical she and Maribel would at least know of each other.

Now... His eyes moved to the two hostages. What to do about them? He did not need them really.

He grabbed two vials of Red Lace and filled two syringes with it. He walked up to Maria, grabbed her by hair and yanked back, then he jabbed one syringe into her left breast and injected entire vial of Red Lace into round fat breast.

Her nipples hardened and moan escaped the woman. He then injected another dose into her other breast. What he did, was inject not a high dose of the drug, but overdose of Red Lace. He grabbed her breast and lightly moved his hand over her skin, making the woman moan.

He returned to the bag, and took to vials of truth serum. As he turned back, he could already see the drug start wrecking the beautiful female, her nipples painfully erect, her cheeks flushed, her breathing heavy, her pussy dripping.

He then force feed her truth serum, asking her swallow everything.

Then he made his way to the man and feed him the other vial of the truth drug.

He walked back to the documents, and gathered them.

"What would you do with the two?" He asked the Witch, curious for her answer.

(Thanks!)
Maria moans and writhes against the restraints but can do nothing as she feels the small syringe enter one breast, and then he other. Her body begins to shake and perspire, glistening with sweat within moments, and a small puddle takes no time at all to form between her legs, dripping off the edge of the chair.

Witch watches as Windigo injects the man, frowning. "He's an idiot." She responds to his query. "That special blend of ambition and incompetence that guarantees a screw-up. Plus, from his notes he's the type of guy to hold a grudge. Getting rid of him is the right call." Her frown deepens as she sees Maria begin to shake violently. "It's a shame you're getting rid of the woman, though. Seems like she wasn't loyal to him, and she's a local. More importantly, she can sign a report saying that everything we did here is legal, in case the director ever looks into this op and hat happened to the station chief. Much as I don't like it, the Canaries are good at turning people to our side." She watches as Maria, wracked by orgasm after orgasm, drools, saliva running down her chin as the puddle between her legs becomes a waterfall and she hangs forward in her chair. "Oh well, though. I guess there's value to having no witnesses, too."

 

[ImAWanderer]

Lyudmila's tongue slides along Olena's neck, down to her chest, following the faint red marks made by her long fingernails and laying a slick trail, until she takes one of Olena's pert nipples into her mouth, sucking softly. The other finds itself pinched and twisted mercilessly by the fake maid's other hand. The redhead feels more scritches as Lyudmila trails her free hand down her toned stomach and down underneath her panties, feeling the wetness that rapidly builds there as Olena makes her confession.

"Huh, so he was good? I would have tried him only I assumed an old rich guy would be selfish in bed." She admits casually as she takes a breath, lavishing Olena's nipple with lashes of her tongue. "You're really not what I expected at all. I always thought a spy would be a real cyka. You know, an ice queen. You, though..." Her laugh is teasing, but not quite mocking.

Olena whimpered as one of her nipples grew wet with saliva and got caught between teeth, while the other was tweaked seemingly to inflict pain as much as pleasure... The whimper was not one made out of fear, interrupted as it was by a breathy gasp as Lyudmila's thieving fingers slipped between the band of her panties and her soft, pale skin. The Amazonian Ukrainian's abs flexed as those fingers trailed over them, reminding her new partner how physically fit the redhead was... And yet was still allowing herself to be treated and interrogated like this.

"Yes," Olena answered, nodding fervently as she remembered the sensation of Andropov's cum filling her. She wasn't able to provide more context past the quiet squeals as Lyudmila suckled on the Vixen's tits, causing her breath to come in short already. "I..." She started, her sapphire blues growing lidded with submissive obedience. "I'm a good girl~," she assured her partner.

 

[Tjf]

Olena whimpered as one of her nipples grew wet with saliva and got caught between teeth, while the other was tweaked seemingly to inflict pain as much as pleasure... The whimper was not one made out of fear, interrupted as it was by a breathy gasp as Lyudmila's thieving fingers slipped between the band of her panties and her soft, pale skin. The Amazonian Ukrainian's abs flexed as those fingers trailed over them, reminding her new partner how physically fit the redhead was... And yet was still allowing herself to be treated and interrogated like this.

"Yes," Olena answered, nodding fervently as she remembered the sensation of Andropov's cum filling her. She wasn't able to provide more context past the quiet squeals as Lyudmila suckled on the Vixen's tits, causing her breath to come in short already. "I..." She started, her sapphire blues growing lidded with submissive obedience. "I'm a good girl~," she assured her partner.

(Sorry for such a long delay!)

Lyudmila presses her fingers past Olena's lower lips, digits sliding into the Ukrainian agent's womanhood as she softly explores and determines just how Olena likes to be touched. Her lips leave one nipple and move to the other - her teeth nibbling gently. "A good girl, huh? Well, I guess a good girl needs to be rewarded."

Lyudmila begins to slide down the bed, hands squeezing Olena's thighs and spreading the redhead's legs, tugging aside her panties before leaning forward to kiss and lick at Olena's dripping cunt., her touch delicate yet intense enough to make the redhead cry out.

 

[ImAWanderer]

(Sorry for such a long delay!)

Lyudmila presses her fingers past Olena's lower lips, digits sliding into the Ukrainian agent's womanhood as she softly explores and determines just how Olena likes to be touched. Her lips leave one nipple and move to the other - her teeth nibbling gently. "A good girl, huh? Well, I guess a good girl needs to be rewarded."

Lyudmila begins to slide down the bed, hands squeezing Olena's thighs and spreading the redhead's legs, tugging aside her panties before leaning forward to kiss and lick at Olena's dripping cunt., her touch delicate yet intense enough to make the redhead cry out.

(It's alright! Life and muse are fickle ladies.)

Olena huffed and cooed as Lyudmila took her apart like a mechanic opening up an engine block for maintenance, neither a hint of deceit or hesitation in the redhead's body. "Yeees~! Please, I- I need it so bad," she whispered, shivering under the lewd thief's touch as she descended down the length of the Amazonian Vixen's body. Despite the power in the muscles of her thighs, they spread easily under the light touch and direction of her lover, providing no defense for the Ukrainian woman's most vulnerable place. As she is licked, she can only arched her back and tilt her head against the bed, her voice rising high in volume and pitch as she finally derives pleasure from another after being teased by her other handler.

"G- God, I'm already so close, bratan!" Olena confessed, her arms curled close and hands curled into fists over her upper chest. Nonetheless, she turns her gaze downward, watching as Lyudmila tastes her excitement.