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Anna the Assassin Part 1 Bjorn Telarie was a very small man. Like so many other small men he carried a chip on his shoulder and liked to compensate by asserting his material things. Status if not stature, after all. Standing at just under two feet tall, having a a very squeaky voice to match his spliced rodent..Degus specifically..DNA, it would be difficult for anyone not to have a chuckle at his expense if he did not project such a cloak of arrogance and sinister intent. Many larger than life opponents of his in the business world ended up in mental ruin or even suicide due to his cut throat tactics and threats. One could hardly blame him though...for he was alone in this world, and his physical condition ensured he would remain so for the rest of his days. Bjorn thought he'd jump on the splicer bandwagon, being a man of privilege. Thinking a sleek little creature such as the Degus..but human sized would be equally unique and a source of envy, he jumped at the chance when an obscure lab tech said it could be done for a price. At first the change held just fine. But the weeks and months passed, and as they did he began to get smaller and smaller...more closely matching the size of his animal DNA. Finally he stabilized, but it was too late. His immense fortune could do nothing to help him either. If he had to suffer through life, those who had to fall in the wake of his ambition were beneath his contempt. As such he naturally made many enemies. Among them, the Russian, Viktor Yoschevski. Known for being ruthless, and suffering a bloody nose by Bjorn's actions, Viktor sent his body guard to get rid of him. She was stunningly beautiful, and cruel beyond belief.She was a splicer herself, and her DNA left her with horribly efficient natural weapons. Her name was Anna Tochenka. Anna stood nearly seven feet tall, had curves in all the right places.Unlike most other splicers who underwent the process for looks or status alone, she did it to enhance her abilities as an assassin. She was already beautiful, but her new appearance would allow her to lure in men with more...exotic...tastes, and snuff out their lives with frightening efficiency. Viktor hired her out of the secret service for a very large sum of money to be his body guard. So for now, she'd indulge her darker urges doing his dirty work for him. She had within her cells 50% human DNA, 45% DNA of a skunk, and 5% DNA of a bombardier beetle. Her hair was jet black and shiny, with a beautiful white stripe running down the middle. She had sharp claws instead of finger and toenails, beautiful, peach fuzz-short fur all over her perfectly curvy body, and a long puffy tail that stood proudly behind her not unlike a feather boa. She had catlike agility in her own right, and her physical enhancements only made it more acute. But her most devastating, cruel and unique feature came in the form of her scent glands. Located at the base of her tail, more or less right on her anus were their apertures. At human size, they carried a frightening amount of the smelly compound, but this is where the beetle DNA came into play. When she expressed her glands, the resulting compound exited at the boiling point. She was protected from this due to her enhancements...in fact it just felt a little warm to her. Additionally, the mixture was so acrid and acidic, it caused flesh material alike to melt. Many an unwary suiter, enemy agent or unfortunate bystander had been blinded or bore the horrible scars of her caustic spray, and had their ears filled with both their own screams and her laughter at their predicament. To cap off this deadly cocktail, and perhaps what made her the most dangerous, was the sexual gratification she felt every time she sprayed. An intense feeling of sheer pleasure shot through her, a feeling like none other to her...better than sex...better than anything. She loved using her natural weapons, and loved seeing the results afterwards almost as much. It was right at this time Anna was slinking her way into the heavily alarmed mansion of poor little Bjorn. She slid in though the air ducts, and dropped several feet from the ceiling vent onto the floor with barely a sound. It wasn't hard to hear where the master of the house was situated. He was engaged in a conference call, berating his board of directors over a less than stellar year end. After Bjorn finished his call, and laughed, half congratulating himself on his fine beat-down of his staff...Anna walked in to the room. "Helloh meestair Moushka. Ay breeng greetings from friend of yours..Veektor Yoschevski. You and I, we spend some time together..yes?" she said menacingly as she padded across the floor, hips swaying to and fro, her tail bobbing gently up and down as she moved. Bjorn frantically reached under his desk and hit a red button, signalling his silent alarm. Almost immediately his own body guard burst into the room, shooting indiscriminately at the lithe assassin. Effortlessly she ducked, flipped and weaved his panicked shots, until his comically large revolver clicked empty. "Aww..eet seems you have...how you say...'spent your load, beeg boy?' Now is my turn, yes? " With that she kicked the brawny man in the chest and he doubled over instantly. Her knee connected with his face and sent him onto his back, dazed and staring at the ceiling. Doing a cartwheel Anna landed with both of her feet square on his face with a noisome crunch, and balanced there staring right at Bjorn with a wicked grin as his would be rescuer expired underneath her. "Now Moushka..where were we?" she said as she resumed her slinky walk towards him. Bjorn sat in his oversized chair staring up at the deadly woman in front of him. "Look...look, I'll give you anything. I got more money than your boss, more power...you can have whatever you want doll. You work for me, you work for the best! Now whaddya say?" Even in this grave danger the little bastard tried to smooth talk his way out of it. But Anna just laughed. "Ahaha..noh! Noh leetle moushka. Money I have. My word to Veektor I already geeve. You see, your fate is how you say...sealed? I weel seet on your leetle face, meestair moushka. Ay weel crush your leetle bones with beeg bottom while you cry to dead guard for help. Then..ay spray you...leetle moushka. And ay weel come on your screaming face while you weesh you were dead.." With those last words she slowed her speech deliberately, put her finger under Bjorn's chin and and held his eyes to hers. The expression on her beautiful face turned cold and sinister, as if all mercy and light drained away. Bjorn's blood chilled as he stared at her, mesmerized and unable to move. Slowly she turned away from him as he sat in his chair. He tried to escape, but the giant armchair made it all but impossible to go to either side. In front of him her soft luxurious tail lifted up and he saw one of the most perfectly round bubble-butts he had ever been privileged to see. her white stripe, going all the way down her back split into two here, travelling as well in two pencil thin lines down the backs of her legs. She smiled back at him over her shoulder and playfully moved her hips to block his escape every time he tried to make a go of it. She pushed him back into the chair and his little arms hugged her hips in a futile attempt to push her to one side or the other. He felt her grab his ankles and pull him downward, so he was face up on the seat of the chair, following him down at the same time, wedging his face between her perfect buns. Bjorn could smell her musky butt crack now..his muzzle slid deep between her cheeks as she sat. She made involuntary sounds of pleasure, mhrring and purring as her weight began to settle. "MnnhhHHHNNGG!!!!" cried her tiny victim as his tiny bones strained to the breaking point. His breath was being squeezed out of him. His little hands clenched and squeezed futilely..now nearly all that was visible of him from under the sides of Anna's bum. "Aww...poor leetle moushka" she chided. "Ay feel your bones snap and break. mmm..but your scream feel good to me..." Anna finally was sitting with all her weight on top of poor Bjorn. His muffled and strained sobs were all that could be heard as she sat there enjoying the vibrations of his agony. Casually she used her victim's computer to make a video call to her boss, eagerly awaiting her news. "So...you have complete meeshion?" Viktor exclaimed impatiently. "Ay am seeting on moushka right now. He is not go-ink anywhere." replied Anna. "Excellent. Make certain he go verrry slowly Anna. Theese man cause me many problem. Enjoy yourself...and breeng me my trophy." said Viktor, and shut off his screen. With that Anna bit her lower lip in anticipation. Bjorn's face was wedged so he could barely take in any air at all, and what air he did get was strained between his nose and Anna's asshole, squashing firmly down onto him. He was in blinding pain, half his bones broken or in the process of being snapped under her weight, when he heard a rumbling above him. At the tip of his nose two small bumps protruded from the skunk-girl's anus. A loud fart pushed out of her, startling him, and pre-empting something far, far worse. *BrrrOOONTT!! -SQUARRSHHHHH!!!" A sound not unlike a shower head just coming under water pressure whooshed from under Anna, and she let out an orgasmic cry of pleasure, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling. Bjorn, meanwhile, felt the huge fart burst straight up his nose, stinking like rotten cabbage and eggs...then the torrent of scalding liquid soaked his face and upper body. It burned his skin and stank like rancid garlic x1000. "MMMEEEEYRRRNNNNGGHHHHHH!!!!!" he screamed and his epidermis began to sizzle from the acidity and scalding heat combined. Visible steam began to rise from the chair seat underneath her bottom, but she didn't notice or care...all that mattered was the orgasmic feeling of her living, screaming vibrator, and the next burst of pleasure she was about to enjoy at his direct expense... *BRRRROOOONNNTH-SHHHHQUARRRSHHH---SHHHHH----SHHHHH!!* "OHHH, DA!! DA!!! Die in my steenk, moushka!! Scream for me!!" she yelled out, licking her lips and gyrating on the trapped, dying victim, burning alive under her. Another putrid fart, and another gout of searing liquid with the force of a hose blasted out onto Bjorn as his skin began to slough off him, the liquid now coating his entire body, the stink of it filling the whole room, melting him alive. Anna deliberately pressed her ass down onto him to enhance the pleasure. He felt like he was being boiled alive in a trash compactor filled with rotten food. Clouds of the fog-like steam flowed out from under her as her emissions destroyed him. "Oh...oh...mmmmm...now..my leetle moushka...you say goodbye. Ay am not stoppink thees time. Thees time, ay spray you till you are notheeng but the bare bones Veektor want for hees prize..." *ggrrumble grumble---GRR-GRR-GROONTTT!!! BRROOONT!!--- SSSSHHHHHQUARSHH SHHHHHH! SHHHHHHHH! ------FFFFSHHHHHHHHSssssssssst* Anna slowed her gyrations gradually, enjoying the afterglow of one of the most intense orgasms of her life. The last of Bjorn's muffled sobs fading underneath her. Involuntarily she shot small, short bursts onto her newly expired victim, drawing fourth a breathy "mmmm...." as she pushed her bum down briefly, and relaxed on his remains. Her bottom spread out nicely upon the chair, with those pleasant curves concealing the devastation they had just caused perfectly. With a broad smile she stood up and looked at her handy work, her tail raised silently behind her. The leather on the chair was full of holes and discoloured from the heat and acid of her glandular expressions. The perfect skeleton of a vaguely rodent-esque humanoid lay on the seat, with only tiny bits of pink muscle and sinew clinging to the bones. Many ribs were cracked, limbs and pelvis broken..all telltale signs of the unspeakable agony this creature had endured in it's demise. Anna grabbed a file box and dumped out its contents on the floor. She roughly placed the bones inside and grabbed the lid. "Poor leetle moushka." She said with a contemptuous smile, and placed it on the box.
Part 2 Anna arrived back at Viktor's mansion, carrying her file box with Bjorn's remains inside. His guards looked at her with expressions of lust, seeded with deep fear and respect. As she walked down the long hallway towards his office, the two armed men assigned to protect the sizeable building's main entrance stared unflinchingly at her perfect ass...its round mounds swaying this way and that, with her tail held proudly out behind, gently bobbing with each step. Her shiny black hair cascaded over her shoulders, lashing at the middle of her back as she moved. That gorgeous white stripe of hers screamed danger, even as it became two thin lines down the backs of her gorgeous legs...almost like the defining seams of pantyhose. She was a pin-up girl in every sense of the word, and she loved being looked at. She could feel the guards' eyes all over her. Perhaps later she'd take one to her room...though men had a habit of not surviving her advances. Especially if they got to third base.... Opening the heavy oak door, inlayed with exquisite carvings of scenes involving conquest and pillage, Anna spotted Viktor behind his massive ebony desk. The crimson red carpet contrasted the dark wood accents of the room, and made the older Russian man seem all the more sinister, sitting in his oversized chair, his permanent scowl locked on her as she approached. Her soft pads made no sound on the carpet, with the only noise in the room coming from the gentle clinking of ice cubes in Viktor's glass of vodka. "You have trophy for me my dear Anna?" he said in a gravelly, cold voice. "Da. Ay have poor moushka in box." she replied, and placed the box on the desktop. Next she hopped up and sat beside it, crossing her legs, and bringing her tail up around her. Looking over at Viktor with a callous half smile she said "Eef only you could have hear heem squeak and cry when ay seet on heem. Peetyful leetle moushka. Ay seet on hees face..ay make heem smell my fart..ay cr-r-r-ush heem...ay drown heem in my steenk...ay...melt heem alive while he scream...mmmm." She bit her lip as she conveyed Bjorn's fate to her employer, and as she did so she traced a heart on the box lid with the tip of her finger. Viktor opened the box and put his sleeve up over his face, recoiling at the choking stench emanating from the skeleton inside. Anna let out a small chuckle at his reaction, and his immediate attempts to stifle his gagging. Shakily he put the lid back on, reached into the top drawer of his desk and laid 4 bundles of hundred dollar bills on the desk beside her. She smiled and calmly picked them up, sprung to her feet, and walked toward the main door. "Unteel next time, Veektor." she said, looking back over her shoulder. Anna left the mansion and drove her black Suzuki muscle-bike downtown. As she always did after a job, it was time to go shopping. She never grew tired of the men oggling her as she passed by, and the countless women smacking their husbands with purses as they did so, almost involuntarily. Dismounting her bike, she decided to cut through the alleyway to the next street to save a little time reaching her favourite shops. About halfway through however, she heard two sets of footsteps approaching from the rear. A scruffy looking man and a middle aged woman, both clutching knives were coming...and their intentions were less than honourable. "Stop right there you FUCKING freakish cunt!!" bellowed the thug. "Yeah!! We'd like to relieve you of that handbag if you don't mind, my dear." wheezed his female accomplice. Anna turned to face them, and immediately broke into a run. The two assailants froze like deer caught in headlights. With incredible agility, Anna flipped twice, and off a handspring, she landed right on the shoulders of the confused thug. He crumpled to his knees almost immediately, and she clamped her legs around his neck. He grasped her thighs with all of his might, like someone trying to pull apart the bars of a jail cell. It was no use...her trunk like legs easily cutoff his air and blood supply, knocking him out cold in seconds. She let him fall completely onto the pavement. Looking at the trembling, haggered woman, Anna deftly kicked the knife from her hands and kicked her in the stomach. Mercilessly, with deadly accuracy, she punched and kicked her over and over again, bloodying her face, breaking bones, knocking out teeth, and finally stopped...breathing hard from the workout she just had. The female thief was kneeling, bawling hysterically and spitting out blood from the onslaught. Looking down at the unconscious thug, Anna rolled him over onto his back. Grabbing the terrified woman, she drug her over so that they were both standing over him, facing each other. The thief over his chest, Anna's perfect ass directly over his upturned face. "Seet on him weeth me. Do now, or I beat you unteel you are dead." she said to the trembling woman, in a lustful, cold voice. Sobbing, she began to do as she was told, and sat down on the thug's upper chest, letting her legs slide out in front of her. Anna wasted no time following suit...sitting her butt down squarely on the prone victim's face...being careful to place his nose directly under her deadly anus. "He..he won't be able to breath with you sitting there miss...please *sob*..please just let us go.." pleaded the woman. a trickle of blood ran down the edge of her mouth, one eye was swollen closed and her hair was jostled everywhere from the beating she just received. "Noh noh...He weel wake up in a moment. Keese me. Do now, as I tell you." commanded Anna and grabbed the back of her head. She drew the terrified woman into a deep kiss as the two of them crushed the thug underneath them..and like a common piece of furniture they paid him no mind. Anna's rump squashed down onto the thug's face, wedging his nose deep within its musky confines. The terrified woman couldn't help but be slightly aroused in this confusing, but somehow erotic situation with the tall, gorgeous woman kissing her bruised lips. The thug began to rouse and struggle underneath them, but his weakened state and their combined weight were sufficient to keep him where he was. Breaking the kiss for a moment, Anna closed her eyes, licked her lips, and contracted her abdominal muscles gently. *pfff---Brrrrnnt!! --SHHHHHTHH!!* The thug smelled nothing but liquid, rancid garlic mixed with rotten eggs at point blank range. His head was being sat on under considerable weight, as was his chest, preventing him from taking in much needed air. He felt the ass on his face push down harder, tried to turn away but the cheeks clenched his face like an iron vice. An ominous bubbling gurgle came from above seconds before a deafening fart flapped onto his face, stinking worse than ever, followed by a torrent of burning, stinking liquid. He felt his skin blistering, then melting under the volumnous flow of it. He screamed with all his might, but it was totally muffled by the unyielding weight crushing down. His eyes sizzled in their sockets, his nose melted like wax, and the pain he felt was beyond all description. Anna clawed at her female counterpart's back as she approached the point of no return. The vibrations from the thug's screams coupled with the wash of pleasure she received every time she sprayed him quickly brought her to the throws of orgasm. Breaking her kiss, she tilted her head back and cried out with the feeling. She put her hands on her hips, pressed her ass down onto her crying seat cushion, and squeezed her abdominal muscles as hard as she could. *BRR-RRR-RRRRNNNNNNNT!!! FAH-SHHHHHHHHHHHLLLLTTTTTT!!!!* "OH!! OH!! DAAA!!! DAAA!!!* *BRRROONT!! BRRRROONT!!! SHHHHHHHHHHLLLTHHHHHHT!!!* The hot liquid poured out in wave after wave from between Anna's ass and the thug's face. Every time she sprayed she let out a shudder and moan of pleasure, gyrating her bum slightly on what was left of the face-flesh beneath her genitals. The thugs hands weakly pawed at her picturesque round rump as it owned him, ending him in every way...taking everything he was for a few moments of Anna's selfish pleasure. She grabbed her female captive one last time, and as her orgasm subsided the two embraced and kissed gently for a few more minutes, before Anna at last stood up to reveal the carnage she had caused. Before she could scream, Anna dragged the hysterical woman to the wall of the alleyway, and backed her ample bottom square onto her face. Taking her wrist and snapping it painfully backwards into a loud break, the woman opened her mouth to cry out in pain. Anna seized the opportunity to squat down and position her anus , sealing her mouth open. Folding her arms, and looking down over her shoulder in pure contempt, she modulated her glands to produce a finely atomized mist of her deadly spray. *Browowowow--Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffff-------pfffffffffffffff* "Ahhhh...yes...inhale steenk leetle whore...dat's eet....." she said coldly. The thief felt Anna's butt pushing hard onto her face, then the excruciating pain of her snapped wrist shot through her.She opened her mouth to scream, but the much more powerful woman's butthole held her mouth open. Violent, forceful farts painfully overinflated her lungs, as a searing mist whooshed in afterwards, burning her inside out. Over, and over and over again she farted, and coated the doomed woman's lungs with her liquid. After one final blast, Anna stepped away from her female victim, releasing her face from her asses smelly grip. Turning around, she saw that her mouth was blistered around its perimiter, and blood poured out of her nose. Her eyes were bloodshot and as wide as dinner plates as she gargled and gasped for air that would never come. Doubled over she coughed and gagged up cups of bloody mucous, and finally collapsed, suffocating in her annihilated respiratory system. Anna had mercilessly burned it right out of her. Squatting down on her expired corpse, she wiped the remnants of her putrescent liquid off her buns before her shopping trip. Had to be civil amongst civil people after all. Picking up her handbag, Anna left the now disgusting, smelly alleyway behind, and went on to her shopping. She always felt more comfortable after having expressed the pressure in her glands, and she was certainly sexually satisfied, but now she was kind of hungry. Perhaps she'd stop for a snack along the way. Tracing her little fangs with her tongue, she thought about a nice, juicy steak. Just the thing. |
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