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Erotic fatal catfight - Peril of Ms Marvel

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She was one of the finest field agents that the intelligence agency had ever seen. She was quick with her hands, an expert in stealth operations and fluent in various languages. She was strikingly attractive, which made her the perfect person to spy on heads of state, other agents, male or female, and was skillful in recovering stolen information. She had no known relatives and was therefore essentially unable to be leveraged. She was very thin but with very sexy curvy body. Captivating eyes and long wavy dark hair. Tonight though, despite her exquisite confidence, Ms Marvel was still nervous as she prepared for one of the most dangerous assignments of her career. She has been assigned to recover some top level information from a brutal militia chief in Abuja, central Nigeria.

Ms Marvel stood in front of the mirror in her hotel room as she slipped into the skintight dark blue mini-dress, thigh-high fishnet stockings and stepped into her 4 inch stiletto heels. She looked at herself in the mirror, her thick makeup really exaggerating her incredibly beautiful features, and though she almost never wore this amount of makeup, she knew that to play the role of a seductive high class foreign underworld informant and escort, she had to be overdone.

She took a deep breath in and out and then grabbed the tube of lubricant on the counter next to her. She then grabbed the small tube of sleeping drug and applied the lube, took another deep breath and inserted the tube, closed, into her smoothly shaved vagina. She knew that even if she was searched, no one would stick their hands up inside of her. Lift her skirt, yes, but not inside her. Her assignment was simple, although highly dangerous. One of the most notorious and brutal militia leaders in Nigeria had a great deal of information that he was selling on the black market. The information would lead to the exposure of several hundred covert agents from several different nations along with security protocols that would make the source of the information easily accessible for any criminal. The militia chief had arranged to sell it to an Eastern European criminal who was going to broker it over to the Middle East organizations. The militia chief had negotiated for the information to be exchanged through a mutually agreed upon escort service. He was currently just a few miles away in a secluded villa. Ms Marvel was going to pose as the escort cum informant that he had hired and who was to be the go-between. To add to the level of danger, there was, in fact, a real informant, apparently another operative, who had been hired by the Eastern European criminal, to actually perform the exchange. Ms Marvel's HQ had intercepted the communication and had transferred a time an hour later to the real informant, giving Ms Marvel an hour to seduce and interrogate the militia chief, gather the information and escape before her second obstacle arrived.

As Ms Marvel prepared to exit her hotel room, on the other side of city, Olga Abiola was dressing in almost an identical outfit. As skillful and perhaps even more than Ms Marvel, a Nigerian native, Olga is taller and has a larger, more muscular frame, an afro hair-do, thick pouty lips and her eyes even more intense than her Asian counterpart. She had an hour before she needed to be at her planned destination, knowing the risks that were laid out in front of her, most importantly that she was going into the lion's den with instructions to get the information at all costs. Thoughtfully, she got dressed in her bright red micro-mini dress. Her heels were also bright red.

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Ms Marvel looked at the clock on the nightstand as she inserted the encrypted thumb drive into her shaved vagina. She was still a little sweaty as she stood naked over the now drugged and unconscious militia leader. It took her longer than she had planned and now she was in a hurry. She had discarded the empty tube on the large bed and was grabbing her clothes when she heard the door to the outer chamber open. Fortunately, she had planned for this. She had recorded the militia leader's voice as she had come in the room in the same manner, exactly as instructed by the secret service. "Who is it?" said the gruff voice on the recording. She expected it to be one of his bodyguards, but to her dismay, she was wrong.

"Olga, your date!" chirped the other voice...

She had to now take out this woman as well, not necessarily something she had wanted to do, but she realized that this would help her in that she could now frame this woman for the mishap. She allowed the tape to play. "C'mon in!" growled the recorded voice.

Ms Marvel hid, still naked, behind the door as it opened. She caught a glimpse of the other woman as she entered, also naked, like Ms Marvel she had been instructed by the body guards to remove all her clothes before entering their leader’s room. Ms Marvel went to attack, but the other woman had apparently anticipated Ms Marvel's location and flung the door around, forcing Ms Marvel to compensate and suddenly the two women were face to face, both naked, in combat stances.

"Who the fuck are you?" growled Olga as she sized up her foe, a thin, sexy and apparently trained woman. "I ask you the same." came Ms Marvel's retort as she assessed her enemy, one of the first women she had encountered who was as stunning as she was, and she couldn't help but notice that this local Nigerian woman was bigger, about 2 inches taller, 40 or 50 pounds heavier and rather robust.

"Fuck you" hissed Olga...

"Doubt it..." retorted Ms Marvel...

And they attacked. Trained as they were, the first thirty seconds was punches and parries such that neither landed a solid blow, but then Ms Marvel connected nicely with an open palm to the chin and followed with punches to the chest and torso of the big woman, knocking her backwards. Olga recovered quickly though, with a roundhouse kick that Ms Marvel deflected and then the two engaged in an exchange of punches and blocks again. Again though, Ms Marvel connected, a punch squarely on the jaw of her foe, but her follow ups were readily blocked and Olga connected with a kick to the stomach that sent Ms Marvel flying back on her rump.

Although winded, Ms Marvel was quick to her feet but Olga was also quick driving forward with multiple punches that forced Ms Marvel backwards again. The fight was on in earnest...rights and lefts hooks rained down upon Ms Marvel as she was forced backwards. She judged where she was relative to the wall as she blocked the flurry of punches that was pummeling her.

Despite Ms Marvel’s considerable skill, the black woman penetrated Ms Marvel's defenses and successfully landed several punches to her body. As the wall grew closer, Ms Marvel ducked and swept her foot. The big woman wasn't clumsy though, and she leaped over the leg sweep, bringing an elbow crashing down onto Ms Marvel's head as she landed again on her feet. Ms Marvel tumbled from the force of the blow, and her enemy quickly grabbed her by her hair and threw her violently against the wall. The impact winded Ms Marvel and she was slow to react when two successive hard punches landed into the middle of her soft abdomen. Ms Marvel doubled over almost throwing up before she was flung into the bed frame next to them. Ms Marvel grunted uncontrollably as she deftly regained her footing and faced off her mortal foe.

The two fighters circled one another--their breasts heaving as they gulped in air. Their bodies covered in sweat and glistening. "You are going down first" threatened Ms Marvel. "Oh, my dear, that is far from the truth. It is you who will go down today, not me..." retorted the big woman. Despite her confidence in her skills, Ms Marvel was unnerved by the conviction in Olga's voice. Ms Marvel thrust forward with a right and then brought a left hook around with such force that if the punch hadn't’t connected, she would probably have been carried spinning around by it. The right was meant as a feint, but drew Olga's attention, an effective move by the Asian agent that provided the opening for the left hook to connect with Olga's big breast. The smack of fist to flesh was loud and the force of the blow drove the big African female sideways.

Ms Marvel's instincts drove her to attack again, with her opponent off-balance. The agile Asian continued her assault on her foe, slamming her leg into Olga's chest and sending her flying backwards. Olga was quick though, and rolled over to her feet as Ms Marvel pressed on in her attack.

Ms Marvel advanced with a series of punches and kicks, which her enemy blocked but which forced her opponent backwards. Ms Marvel tried to corner the bigger Nigerian woman, but the Olga was too skilled and kept navigating her way around the room so as to never be pressed against a wall or corner.

Ms Marvel began to realize that she was gradually being drawn closer to her foe and that despite her onslaught, all of her blows were being deflected. Too late though, she also noted that she had become fatigued from her offensive and had slowed. Olga had apparently been planning for this though and as the realization that she was tiring came over Ms Marvel, her enemy attacked. Olga grabbed Ms Marvel's arm and hauled her forward, spinning and slamming an elbow into Ms Marvel's face. The Asian's head snapped back and blood sprayed from her nose. Like a ballet dancer, the big African female spun away, and taking advantage of the slight daze and fatigue of her foe, slammed a kick squarely into Ms Marvel's crotch. Uncontrollably, Ms Marvel yelped.

Olga was quick to continue her assault, raking her nails across Ms Marvel's belly and then grabbing Ms Marvel's breasts with her sharp nails, she again threw Ms Marvel, this time towards a wardrobe. Ms Marvel could not believe the strength of her foe as she crashed into the wardrobe with tremendous force. Ms Marvel went to spin and recover, but her opponent was as quick as she was big and as she spun, Olga's fist crashed into Ms Marvel’s abdomen just below her bellybutton knocking her to a bent over position and the big African female held her there, slamming her knee several times into Ms Marvel’s breasts and belly. Ms Marvel groaned, as a twinge of fear suddenly flitted through her mind as Olga violently rake havoc to her thin curvy body.

The big woman slammed her into the wall again. In desperation, Ms Marvel lashed out, burying her claws into Olga's exposed, bare crotch. The big Nigerian woman roared as fire raged through her loins, but she was not to be outdone, and with Ms Marvel bent over in front of her, she had access to Ms Marvel's ass and vagina and despite her legs weakening from the raging pain in her crotch, she leaned on Ms Marvel and dug her own nails into Ms Marvel's exposed vagina and anus, ravaging them viciously. Ms Marvel shrieked in pain as the two women assaulted each other’s private parts.

Sweat now pouring from her thin and battered body, Ms Marvel tried to punch and tear at her enemy's thighs and crotch. Ms Marvel again grunted as Olga shoved her thumb deep into her anus and grabbed her clit with her other four fingers and hauled up on her bottom almost lifting Ms Marvel up from behind. Again the big Nigerian slammed her knee and hips into the thin Asian woman, crushing her against the wall. Ms Marvel yelped helplessly another time. Olga slammed a heavy forearm into Ms Marvel's back and the thin Asian agent collapsed onto her hands and knees.

Relentless, Olga began furiously kicking her enemy. Instinctively, Ms Marvel covered up and defended herself. Olga grabbed Ms Marvel by her hair, hauled her to her feet and ran her across the room into a mirror that hung on the wall, shattering it. Ms Marvel back-kicked at Olga, but the big Nigerian female expected it and caught it. Twisting slightly, the bigger woman slammed her fist into her foe's exposed vagina. Ms Marvel screamed and her legs gave way and she fell to the ground again. Olga mounted her, pinning her to the ground and began raining punches down on the Asian agent.

Ms Marvel was dazed, and worse, badly hurt. This big Nigerian woman was not only besting her she was probably going to kill her. What made it worse was that as the big woman sat on Ms Marvel’s hips, Ms Marvel could tell that her foe was actually turned on by this battle, her nipples were erect and her hairy vagina drenched with more than just sweat. Her sadistic foe pounded her violently and Ms Marvel could barely keep herself covered—heavy punches slammed into her abdomen, breasts and her ribcage as the room began to swim around her, she was almost passing out.

Desperately, Ms Marvel shot her fists forward towards Olga's nose, just missing their mark, but hurting the woman nonetheless. The big brutal woman rolled off the thin beauty after screaming out a swear in her native tongue and rolling to the side. Ms Marvel rolled the other direction, and tried to regain her composure.

The respite was short-lived though. Olga got to her knees, scrambled over, and grabbed Ms Marvel by her hair. She stood and yanked the Asian agent around, who was now barely able to keep herself up on her hands and knees. Dragging her viciously by her hair and yanking her head up and down while doing so, the big Nigerian woman regained control. Ms Marvel instinctively reached up to relieve the pressure on her scalp as Olga punched her in the back of her neck and then began violently kicking her in the chest and abdomen. Ms Marvel’s face exploded with blood from her nose and mouth as her weak body bucked wildly from the force of the blows from the Nigerian's powerful thighs and legs.

Ms Marvel reached out and dug her claws into the her attacker's tense buttocks, tearing at the flesh. Olga screeched again, "You bitch!" she hissed, landing a knee into Ms Marvel's concave belly, generating a satisfying crunch...Ms Marvel was getting beaten to death and she knew it. She could barely see, her eyes watery. Olga threw Ms Marvel again into the bed post, her ribs crashing into it and fracturing for sure. Her big enemy stood over her, a wide stance as she pulled Ms Marvel's head forward to punch her again. Ms Marvel shot her mouth forward suddenly and clamped her teeth wildly onto the Nigerian's muscular thigh. The Nigerian woman shrieked wildly as the pain raged through her, of course it was only seconds before, in her weakened state, Ms Marvel was yanked free of her attacker and bodily pinned to the bedside.

Olga's nails ripped into Ms Marvel's once perfect tits, lifting her and throwing her onto the bed next to the unconscious militia chief. Ms Marvel was spread eagled, her blood staining the bedsheets. She was powerless and despite her training and her adrenaline surging through her, she was so drained she couldn't will her body to do anything, one hand covering her battered belly.

Olga grab a fistful of Ms Marvel long wavy hair and pulled her effortlessly onto the floor. Ms Marvel’s limp body landed on the cold marble floor with a thud as she moaned in pain. Olga dragged the thin beauty towards a sliding glass door which opened to the pool side. “Lets go for a swim bitch!”

At the edge of a large round swimming pool, Olga released her grip on Ms Marvel’s hair and motion for her to get up and fight. “Come on skinny, show me what you’ve got left before I finish you!” The bigger black female clearly knew her foe was finished and was now playing with her prize. Ms Marvel slowly got to her feat and retorted “You will...regret this bitch...” The two started to brawl again at the pool side.

Ms Marvel threw a kick at Olga’s stout body but the big redhead caught her slender leg and threw her backwards. Ms Marvel’s lithe body landed flat on the back at the pool’s edge. She struck the surface hard, her head hitting the tile decking and is stunned. Olga was upon Ms Marvel like a hungry predator, raising her large foot high and slamming it down into the middle of Ms Marvel’s delicate abdomen. She continued to stomp on Ms Marvel’s concave abdomen again and again and again until Ms Marvel was senseless with pain, and twitching like freshly mashed road kill. Her stomach juices spilling out the corner of her mouth.

With her foot, the big Nigerian female then roll Ms Marvel over on her back by the edge of the pool and sat upon Ms Marvel’s pelvis. She leaned forward and wrapped her large muscular hands about Ms Marvel’s throat, and arched Ms Marvel’s torso violently, forcing Ms Marvel’s head backwards beneath the surface of the water. Olga kept pressing with all of her strength, hyper-extending Ms Marvel’s spine until the vertebrae are ready to shatter. Ms Marvel struggled frantically, but her battered body and tiny strength is no match for her foe’s brute power. The pain in her breaking back is nothing compared to the burning in her chest from the desire to breathe. Ms Marvel began to suck water...to drown.

Just when Ms Marvel has loss all of her strength and will to struggle further, Olga released her. Tightening her damaged stomach muscles, Ms Marvel’s torso flexed forward and her face emerged from the water as she coughed water and desperately sucked in precious air.

But Olga was waiting. She had both her fists raised high into a mass of flesh and bone and she brought them down with all of her great strength directly onto Ms Marvel’s gaping navel in a sickening loud thud. The blow instantly squashed Ms Marvel’s already weaken abdominals, sinking incredibly deep until the spine and raking havoc to her intestines. The blow was so devastating that the encrypted thumb drive was forced out of her shaved vagina. “There you are..” Olga collected the thumb drive and inserted it into her bushy vagina and repeated the same double fisted overhead move again and again pounding Ms Marvel’s intestines inside her abdomen into a mash. Ms Marvel’s guttural shrieks choked off with blood spewing from her throat and then after the fifth time pounding, the thin Asian beauty went limp. Her head and upper body fell backwards slowly and back into the pool underwater without a struggle.

Olga knew Ms Marvel was finished. She sat on Ms Marvel’s pelvis, one hand pressing on Ms Marvel’s destroyed belly to keep Ms Marvel from sliding into the pool, admiring her handy work. There was no struggle from the broken thin Asian agent as her upper body arched motionless beneath the water in the pool. Finally Olga raised herself from Ms Marvel’s crushed body, and watched Ms Marvel’s naked body slide into the pool and disappeared under the water. Ms Marvel’s dark hair swirled, disturbed by the bloody bubbles rushing from her gaping mouth, her eyes wide open, her delicate abdomen crushed, as she sank motionless into the bottom of the pool.

Moments later, as Ms Marvel’s destroyed body drifted aimlessly in the pool, a large strong arm broke the water surface and grabbed her by the back of her neck. She was easily yanked up from the pool and lifted high up. The militia chief has awaken from his drugged slumber. Towering at seven feet, he was fat but muscular and stood staring at Ms Marvel’s thin naked body dangling in front of him, his raise arm clenching her slender neck. “You did her good Olga, and will be rewarded!” as he turns and walks into the villa carrying Ms Marvel who is still unconscious or drowned. The big man was furious at being deceived. He threw Ms Marvel’s lithe body onto his bed, ordered everyone outside except for Olga and asked one of them to bring him his butcher knife. The bodyguards scurried away in a hurry before one of his servants return with a two-foot long jagged combat dagger with a wicked sharp tip.

“So this is what they sent to twart me?” He mumbled to himself as he climbs onto the bed on his knees with the long dagger in one hand. He pressed one of his folded legs across Ms Marvel neck, pinning her down. Ms Marvel moaned softly, still in oblivion and too weak to put up any form of struggle. After staring for a few secounds at the Asian beauty’s broken body, the militia chief plunged the tip of the wicked dagger into the flesh just below the centre of Ms Marvel’s ribcage. It cut in like a hot knife through butter. The sharp blade was pushed two inches deep and then he slowly gutted the top of Ms Marvel’s abdominal concavity down to her bellybutton and then again slowly down towards her pubic bone, splitting Ms Marvel’s belly wide open and exposing her mildly twitching, steaming intestines. Ms Marvel’s legs started to twitch and kick mildly but any form of struggle was smothered by Olga climbing on the bed and sitting on both her thighs. She leaned forward and grabbed the flaps of Ms Marvel cut abdomen to pull them apart sideways further exposing the gaping wound. The militia chief and Olga watched as blood from Ms Marvel’s split stomach flowed down and soaked the bed. After almost all the blood from Ms Marvel’s abdomen has poured out and her intestines has stopped twitching, he plunged his other large hand into Ms Marvel’s open belly and one by one ripped out Ms Marvel’s intestines while she was amazingly still alive, but not for long. The militia chief has just about emptied pulling out all the content of Ms Marvel’s abdomen before she eventually succumbed to the severe injuries and loss of blood. Her eyes wide open and mouth still gaping in silent shock.

The militia chief got off the bed and licked Ms Marvel’s blood from his blade. He then asked Olga to “Wash her body up, put it in a suitcase and send it back to her agency.”

 

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  • giovanni
    giovanni Thursday, 24 March 2016

    Fantastic story. I do love onesided fights in which a good, cute slim small titted girl is dominated by a bad larger heavier big titted rival. Please: go on! Your style is also very nice.

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