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Old 08-Aug-14, 14:39
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Default Lost stories - Samantha Strong, by Melissa

I don't know if any of you has ever heard about this particular writer and character.

The fact is I've probably red 6-7 stories of Melissa, with this character of Samantha Strong, which I still consider one of the best ever.
She was a strong sexy spy who killed bad people using only her body as a weapon.

The stories were posted in the old kick ass kandy forum, but then the site was renewed and they just disappeared. Since then, I wasn't able to find them anywhere. There are just a couple of them lost into the miscellaneous bookshielves on Diana the valkyrie's site.

Can anyone help? Thanks in advance

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I don't know if any of you has ever heard about this particular writer and character.

The fact is I've probably red 6-7 stories of Melissa, with this character of Samantha Strong, which I still considered one of the best ever.
She was a strong sexy spy who killed bad people using only her body as a weapon.

The stories were posted in the old kick ass kandy forum, but then the site was renewed and they just disappeared. Since then, I wasn't able to find them anywhere. There are just a couple of them lost into the miscellaneous bookshielves on Diana the valkyrie's site.

Can anyone help? Thanks in advance
Those are great stories.

She kills her mark by slow suffocation or stangulation and enjoys watching her victoms distress as he slowly goes under. And the stories paint the picture so excellently that you can visualize what is happening in the story.

I think one was posted on this site but somebody deleted it.

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Old 09-Aug-14, 18:08
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It looks like they disappeared...this is unreal! There's no one single clue of them in the whole fucking web...
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Hoping someone can help, enjoy the only 2 stories that I have:

Samatha goes after Mr. Eriksson part 1

He looked at his girlfriend and protested again: "I don't want you to go today"
"I'm sorry Mark. I told you about it since last week. And it will only take a couple of hours, and then I'll be off for another week or so".
"Why do you like to do this so much? Can't you have a normal job?"
"My God Mark, you are talking as if I were a hooker or a stripper! I love what I do. Not many people are able to work in something they are truly passionate about. I've been doing it for the past 3 years, way before I met you. I told you what I do pretty much from the beginning, and that for us to work out, you would have to respect what I do and support me. And right now you are not doing that" Samantha replied.
"Besides, what I do allows me more free time than most people can ever dream of, it pays very well and I can set my own schedule, work the days that I want, and decide how I do my work. The only requisite is that I complete the assignments I am given, and so far, I've been flawless. I don't think many people at 23 can enjoy these things. And because there are not many others who can do what I do, I know I will be able to do this for a long time, and for the money I want".
"Yeah well not many job descriptions require a woman to go on missions slaughtering men!!!! His voice grew louder and louder.
"Mark you are screaming at me", she continued calmly. "Can we have a normal conversation?"
"How can we have a normal conversation? Does this seem like a normal topic to you, Samantha??" he was now screaming hysterically.
"Mark, you are almost 40, but it seems that you can't discuss this as an adult, so I'm just going to go now. We'll talk when I get back in a couple of hours. But think about it, because I don't want to continue with someone who can not let me be who I am, do what I like, and love me as I am". When it came to this subject, she was inflexible: there would be absolutely no change in her work life. She wondered if she would ever be able to have children although on the other hand, her children would have more time with her than most other children. After all, most working mothers did not have to work a few hours once a week. "I like you, but I would never give this up for you, or any man for that matter."
He looked at her again, finding her irresistible, and once again felt an inexplicable sensation of loss and sadness. He did not want to lose her, and once again, gave in. "All right, I'm sorry. It's just that I am afraid something will happen to you babe".
There it was, the phrase he disliked so much, when it came from her lips: "I like you (as opposed to "love you").
"And Mark, if I leave you, I won't take you back if you change your mind later. And I know you will regret it for the rest of your life" she said to him, in what sounded almost like a threat. Despite her young age, Samantha had lived her sexual life to the fullest, with few inhibitions, and had broken many hearts in the process. She felt Mark deserved a fair warning before it was too late.
He of course knew this, and felt deeply afraid of losing her. He finally gave in. "All right, I'm sorry. It's just that I am afraid something will happen to you babe".
"Don't think about it Mark. Anything can happen to anyone at any moment. I am the best at what I do; I've trained for most of my life, and I have a lot of experience doing this, so relax". Samantha said with a soothing, reassuring voice.
"I know babe". He changed gears and asked about tonight: "what do you have to do tonight?" he said, completely accepting his defeat against her unyielding position.
Samantha acknowledged his effort, and tried not to sound like she was rubbing her victory on his face.
"I'm paying a visit to this weapons dealer. He has a warehouse in the South side, where he will be tonight, with a few of his associates, probably no more than 6 or 7 guys altogether. His organization is ruthless, and they are extremely violent. But after they meet me, they will not be selling any more guns!!!" Her voice transmitted anticipation to the confrontation.
He wondered about just how relative things could be. In his 37 years of life, he could recall no more than 5 fistfights he was involved in, winning 2 out of 5. And here was this 23 year old girl who was going to outdo him in a couple of hours!
"What's been your biggest job?"
"Last year I stormed this place, and wiped out 50 men. Took me several hours, but it was a very good workout. By the end I was really tired, and even a bit bruised!"
"You killed 50 men in 1 evening!!!!!" "How is that possible?"
"First of all, the number is not important, you don't take 50 men at the same time. In 1 hour you can drink 100 glasses of water, just not at the same time right? This is the same, I can keep on fighting, the only thing that stops me is how tired I am... but I have a lot of endurance"
"Do you absolutely have to kill them?" He insisted.
"Maaaaark!" she said in her sweetest voice, letting him know he was starting again. "When I raid a place, I need to be lethal. The more people I'm against, the more brutal I have to be. I can't be thinking about some guy I could have finished off earlier, coming back and shooting me, now that he knows who he is up against. This is the best way to guarantee nothing happens to me. If people saw me, I would be targeted by all the bad guys in town in no time!! Plus, the guys I deal with, are real motherfuckers." "What they'd do to me if they could I can't imagine. It's better for me to kill them". "Besides, if I allowed them to live, most of them would end up crippled or badly injured. It would not be a nice life after that".
"But how can you enjoy it?"
"I enjoy fighting, the sensation of beating and humiliating someone, of physical domination. I love when I grapple with some guy, then I completely overpower him and look straight in his eyes. I can tell he realizes his time has come. The friction of the bodies is also very arousing. He wants my body but knows will never be able to have it. Seeing the combination of lust and terror I inspire on a subdued man is very powerful. And taking the life of my enemies is the ultimate sensation of supremacy, like a primal instinct. Killing my rival is even sexually arousing for me! The whole thing allows me to express my sadistic, darker personality. On a mission, I'm a combination of an elite assassin and a dominatrix!"
"Can you at least not dress how you do?" There was nothing he could say to her, the elaborate explanation was a big part of who his girlfriend was, she would never change. He was desperately trying to get at least one concession out of her.
"Sweetie", she said, almost condescendingly "You know if there is one thing I love, is dressing to kill. Pun intended! I've always liked it, and won't change. And for what I do, besides being comfortable, it helps me do it better. Guys are shocked when they see me. I think that since I'm the last person they will see before they meet their end, the least I can do is to look absolutely stunning for them. And by the way, when have you seen me wear something 'decent'?"
Of course her rationale was only partially true. It actually went back to her teens. Samantha had always loved to wear the most provocative outfits she could find, without a care for the occasion or who she would meet. She enjoyed exhibiting her fantastic assets to all men, for the mere pleasure of tormenting them. Her 3 favorite words for clothing were: short, skintight and tiny.
"You are right, I'm sorry. I won't give you a hard time again" he finally gave up. He knew that she meant every word she said, and that as much as she liked him, Samantha would not give up her life for him. He was afraid of losing her.
"I'll tell you what. Once I'm out of the shower, I'll let you dress me up". She knew he would love it. Any man would.
"Can I pick what you'll wear?" "Just kidding!!"
"You are right, I'm sorry. I won't give you a hard time again" he finally gave up. He knew that she meant every word she said, and that as much as she liked him, Samantha would not give up her life for him. He was afraid of losing her.
"I'll tell you what. Once I'm out of the shower, I'll let you dress me up". She knew he would love it. Any man would.
"Can I pick what you'll wear? Just kidding!!"
Thirty minutes later, she came into the room naked. He'd been dating her for 6 months but could not get used to her fantastic body. It was always like the first time.
Samantha was 5'10 and had an incredible physique. Her hourglass figure was exquisite, but at the same time, her muscles revealed her dedication to the gym, larger than those of the average girl, but never like those of a bodybuilder (which she found disgusting in a woman).
Her face was angelical. She had deep, blue eyes, luscious red lips, perfectly waxed eyebrows, and long eyelashes. Her natural long blond hair, went down to the bottom of her shoulder blades. Her back was moderately wider than normal and muscular.
Her legs were long, perfectly sculpted by years of intense weight training, with powerful muscles that were harder than rocks.
Her six pack abs were solid, yet her waist was a slender 23". Her ass was large, perfectly round and impossibly hard, but not out of proportion with her sharp curves, at 36".
Her biceps and forearms were slightly larger than the average woman when relaxed, however, when flexed they would swell moderately and become rock-hard. They possessed devastating power. Her hands were delicate, with perfectly manicured, strong, long red nails, yet could just as well turn into iron fists capable of turning any man's face into pulp.
But by far her most exuberant assets (you could say obscene) were her perfectly round, colossal pair of knockers (a whooping 40DD). Despite their enormous size they were completely upright, firm and perky: a true challenge to the laws of gravity. Samantha had plenty of reasons to feel pleased about every inch of her body, but she was especially proud of her magnificent breasts. She proudly boasted them by wearing tight mini tops that barely covered her areola and revealed a bottomless cleavage, or skintight shirts that seemed as if they were going to rip over her over-sized chest. As if the effect wasn't enough, through breathing control she projected them even further out. Often times she did not wear a bra, so her erect nipples were more than evident, protruding through her clothes. She loved how men lasciviously stared at her bosom in complete disbelief, and how uncomfortable they'd feel. Sometimes she would purposefully get too close to them, encroaching them between a table, wall, or bar and her sizable boobs. She believed naturally large breasts like hers were a symbol of sexual power and she used them as such.
The effect of her huge tits was more evident given the sharp curves that ended at a 23" waist. Her skin was white but tanned, smooth and flawless. She did not have a single striae.
Samantha was a combination of youth, impossible beauty, voluptuousness, and overwhelming physical and sexual power. An oversexed porn star with more than perfect measurements, 40DD-23-36, who lived life to the extreme. Her three biggest pleasures were hand to hand combat, plenty of sex and showing off her ravishing body. Sweet and loving with those she cared about, a cold and merciless bitch with those unfortunate to find themselves in her path. Her body was her most lethal weapon.
"What's wrong?" she innocently asked him, knowing full well the thoughts going through his mind as he was contemplating her.
"Come one, I have my outfit ready in the bed", she tempted him.
He sat in a chair and took the black, leather hot pants, raising them so she would put her legs through the holes. Samantha raised her long leg, then the other one. Mark tried to get them all the way up, but had a hard time.
"Can't they be a little tighter?" he said sarcastically.
"Oh they are just fine", she said as she took over and pulled them up, and zippering them up. They were like a second skin, highlighting her perfect ass. She ran her hands through her butt. "How do I look?" she asked, in what he thought was the stupidest question he ever heard.
He then picked up the leather mini top, and before slipping it on, kissed her massive boobs. She looked stunning: the leather barely covered her areola. The two large melons touched in the mid line, leaving a huge cleavage. Her nipples were visible through the leather.
She stood up in front of him, while he knelt and picked up one of her leather thigh high boots. He ran his other hand through the long leg. He could not believe how hard it felt. Samantha slipped her foot in the boot, and he slowly closed the zipper (enjoying the sound it made), all the way to the lower thigh. The black leather wrapped her leg snugly. She sat down in the bed and crossed her legs, both boots now right in his face.
Mark caressed the pointy toes, her foot, the spiky 5" stilettos, and the rest of her leg. Then repeated the action, this time with his face. He knew full well that most faces that had come in contact with this boot, had ended up completely disfigured. He had seen the terrible damage they were capable of inflicting, and was thankful of being allowed to be so close to them without fear of getting hurt. At the moment, he was the only person in the whole world allowed to touch them, kiss them and worship them. These were truly, "fuck me" boots. He felt sorry for the unknown men whose lives would be brought to a sudden end today by the very boots he was admiring.
She knew this was an extremely arousing moment for him, and allowed him to go on for a while. As if she read his mind, she said playfully: "you should pray you will never be kicked by them". She was kidding, of course. She had never hit any of her previous boyfriends, and would never use her body to hurt a partner. Samantha gently stroked his groin area with her boot, which made him come almost immediately. She felt like a sex Goddess, capable of turning any man into jelly with her slightest tough (or a nasty punch).
"Wow babe, these boots are really something!! How many men have they killed?" He asked, cleaning himself.
"Just this pair?" She paused for a second, and made her best guess. "I don't know, at least 50".
"OK let me put my make-up on, you know I can't go out without it". She stood up and walked to the bathroom. Samantha was 6'3" with the boots. At a mere 5'8", he looked even shorter next to her.
When she came out, she looked more like she was going to a modeling session that to quash one of the most feared criminals in the region.
He came and hugged her for a while. "Please be careful".
"You know I am always very careful". "And don't worry, you know this body can take care of itself", she said with her characteristic overconfidence, as she freed herself from his embrace.
"Do not be so mean with them" he said as she walked away.
"I'll try, but I can't promise you anything", she smiled naughtily.
Mark knew she was lying. She wouldn't even try. That was why she did this, so she could unleash her ravaging power.
He watched her walk away, listening to the seductive sound made by her boots, a combination of the loud steps plus the clicking made by the stilettos.
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Samantha walked into the street, where a car without license plates waited for her. She opened the front door and got in.
"Hi James" she said to the driver.
"Good evening, Miss Strong. How are you doing?"
"I'm doing very well, thanks. How about yourself?"
"I'm fine thank you. Ready for tonight?"
"Of course!! I am actually looking forward to it!!" He knew she meant it.
The driver was in his mid 40s. He had known her for about 2 years, being one of several men in charge of driving her to the different missions. As usual, he could not admiring her fantastic body. Samantha did not mind, used to being stared at by almost all men.
When they got close, he pointed to the building and said to her: "OK Miss Strong, I know luck has nothing to do with it, but, good luck anyway". He knew what she was there for, and what she was going to do inside. Despite the age difference, he always addressed Samantha very respectfully.
"Thank you very much James. Have you disabled their security cameras?"
"I'm doing it right now ma'am". With the cameras temporarily jammed, she could do her job without any worries about being on tape.
"Then see you in a couple of hours. If I'm done earlier I will call you".
He watched her tall figure walk away towards the building
Samantha hurried and knocked on the door. "What!!!" a voiced screamed.
"Hi, it's just me, I'm having some car trouble and wanted to see if you could help me". The car excuse always worked.
The man looked through the hole and saw an impossibly gorgeous young woman, a prostititute, judging by her outfit. He opened the door, and she walked in.
"Wow! You are hot! And you smell real good!" his voice revealing no interest in her broken car.
"Thank you". "I'm sorry I won't have time for what you have in mind big guy!"
She punched him hard on the abdomen, causing him to double over. She grabbed him and wrapped her left arm around his neck, and covered his mouth with her right hand, so he wouldn't scream. She applied pressure, cutting most of his air supply.
"I'm sorry I have to be so rough to you honey, but I need to know something and you are going to tell me, OK? If you don't, I'm going to be really mad at you and trust me, you don't want me go get mad".
The man tried to get her arm off his neck, unsuccessfully.
"Honey don't waste your energy like that, you will not be able to break free, I'm way stronger than you" she whispered softly in his ear.
"How many of you are here? And where is your boss' office?"
"Gghggghhrrrghr" he managed to utter.
"I'm sorry honey, I can't understand you, could you speak more clearly?" she whispered in his ear again.
"Ssssssixth floor!" her captive finally said.
"Thank you very much love". She turned his head towards her, and gave him a wet kiss close to his mouth. "I'm gonna have to put you out now". Then she increased the pressure. The man continued to pull on her left arm with both hands. His attempts became weaker, until he stopped. Samantha then quickly flexed her arm. An audible snap was heard, as his neck fractured. She laid his body on the ground, and moved on to find the rest of the men.
Soon she heard 2 men talking, and walked towards them.
"Who the hell are you, and what are you doing here!!" demanded one of them.
"I'm here to shut down your business, and to kill you and your boss" she said with a calm voice.
Before they had a chance to pull their guns, Samantha raised her long leg and violently connected with the chin of one. A crack was heard, from his now shattered jaw, and the man flew backwards, landing on his back.
"I'll be right with you sweetie" she said to the now unconscious man.
She then moved towards the other guy, and held him by the waist with both arms and pulled him close to her, as if they were dancing.
"Do you like being close to me?" she teased him.
Samantha then squeezed him, emptying his lungs almost completely. The man started gasping for air, and she let him go. He walked around aimlesly, trying to breath again. She stepped back and waited.
"Don't worry honey, I'll wait until you are ready to go on".
After a minute or so he charged her, and threw a punch into her mid-section, which she absorbed. Samantha then threw a left punch at his face, and the man lost his balance momentarily.
"Are you OK? Did I hit you too hard?"
She punched him several times on the face, fracturing his nose and midface. Blood was now pouring out of his nose, lips and forehead.
"Oh no, look at you, you're a mess now" She delivered a swift chop to his voice-box, fracturing it as well. The man started gaping for air, and immediately turned blue. He collapsed and died soon afterward.
Samantha then walked to the other guy, kneeled down and gently slapped him on his cheeks, until he regained consciousness.
"I was worried you would not wake up, darling"
The man sat up but before he could stand, she pushed him down with her leg. Samantha placed her boot on his neck, securing it between the arch of her foot and the stiletto.
The man saw the towering beauty above him, and could not believe what she was doing to him. He grabbed her boot with both hands at the calf level, and tried to push it of his neck. He was surprised on how hard her leg was. He gave it all he had, but was not even able to move the boot that was taking his life away.
"Sweetie you are going to have to try a little harder". Her voice showed more excitement as the guy's vain attempts became more desperate.
She took her right hand inside her shorts and started rubbing herself.
"Harder, little man, try harder please, I beg you!!!"
He could not believe how, as his life was slipping away, his female executioner became hornier . As she masturbated harder, the pressure in his neck grew. He felt her leg's spasms, as she was getting closer to coming. He heard her quiet moans.
Samantha rubbed harder, until she finally came. As she did, she violently tensed her leg, an involuntary reaction that was too much for her captive's neck. And audible snap was heard at the same time. She kneeled down, and wiped her wet hand in his clothes.
"Thank you, you were great!!" The tall Amazon stood and contemplated the carnage she had unleashed. The 2 men laid lifeless, disfigured, and bloody.
She went up to the next floor, and saw 3 more guards. They immediately went after her. Instead of running, she walked towards them, and punched the first one on the face, knocking him out into the wooden floor.
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Samantha goes after Mr. Eriksson part 2

The remaining two men took her on at the same time. She thrust her leg backwards, hitting him on the face with her stiletto. The man cried in agony, and fell to the ground. She punched the other guy fiercely, until he collapsed.
While 2 of the 3 guys were out of commission, she knelt down next to the first one she had hit, grabbed him by his jacket and asked with a mean voice: "not counting the 3 guys I killed downstairs, and your pals here who I'm going to take care of as soon as I'm done with you, how many more are left?"
"Jjjust one a-a-a-a-and-d-d-d Mr. Erickssssonn!!" he cried. "Please don't hurt me anymore" he begged her, looking straight into her blue eyes. Samantha was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He could not comprehend how such a beautiful creature was capable of causing to much mayhem.
She could see the terror in his eyes. "What's your name sweetie?"
"G-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-e-o-r-g-g-g-g-e!!!" he mumbled. "I beg you, please don't kill me!!!". He was crying loudly now. "Please have mercy on me! I don't wanna dieee!!!!"
"I'm sorry George, I'm gonna have to". "I can't let you live and tell your fellow criminals all about moi!" "But I promise you won't feel any more pain. I'll be as gentle as I can".
She straddled him at the waist level, using her right hand to hold him down while she raised her left fist, ready to execute her victim.
"Nooo, nooo, please noooo, don't kill meeee!!!" George wiggled and struggled until the end to break free, to no avail.
Samantha looked at the hysterical man for a couple of seconds, and then brought her fist down with almost all her might. It landed on the center of his face, the force of the blow killing him instantly.
The guys she had just dispatched were getting up. "What the fuck did you do to George bitch!!!" one of them asked.
"Well you just saw me. What do you think? Do you want to come along and get even? I bet you want to make me pay!" she said in her sassiest voice.
She walked towards the two men. As one threw a vicious punch aimed at her face, she blocked it, and grabbed his arm, pulling him until he was against her, then wrapped her arm around his neck, and squeezed. "Come on little man, get close to me, don't be shy!!" He started trying to break free from her hold.
The other man kept throwing punches at her, even while her one arm was busy with her prey. She blocked some of the blows, and teased him "hey, can't you beat me even if I just use one arm?" She then raised her leg and kicked him softly in the face, a streak of blood came out of his lip.
"Oh I'm sorry about that. Come here so I can get a better look at that!!" and with that, she grabbed him by the head, encircling it with her free arm. She now had both men on choke holds, each on one arm. They were both struggling frantically to release themselves, but it seemed that the harder they tried, the more pressure the young woman would apply.
"I have my hands full now!!!!" She was enjoying the moment while it lasted, both prisoners secured between her arms and large breasts. The more they fought, the more she enjoyed it.
"You didn't expect this girl to be that strong, did you? Two grown men can't stop a young girl from choking them?" They were too busy to pay attention, let alone answer Samantha's questions.
"OK guys, I'm having lots of fun with you, but we can't go on all day. The question is, would you like me to kill you quickly, or more slowly? I personally prefer slowly, as I can enjoy myself more, but I thought perhaps you should have a say on this!" Samantha only heard gasps for air and groans. She increased the pressure on both, until the first one stopped moving.
"Hey little man, looks like your friend left us alone. It's only you and me now!! I'm all yours!!!" the man's attempts became gradually weaker, until he stopped and went limp. Samantha then jerked both necks, snapping them as a precaution in the unlikely scenario that they were not dead yet. She released the dead bodies from her arms -as a toddler drops an unwanted toy- causing an loud thump as they hit the ground.

She went to the top floor to get the last guard and Mr. Erickson. As soon as she got up the stairs, she saw the last guard.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here", he said, staring right at her massive chest. The two large breasts, barely covered by the small piece of leather, were pointing straight at him.
"Do you like my boobs? They're very big aren't they? Would you like to kiss them?" she said as she grabbed both breasts with her hands.
Before the man could say yes, she walked up to him, and took his head with her left arm, burying his face in the dephts of her bussom. Her large mounts blocked all the air, so the man's screams were completely muffled.
He struggled frantically to break free, or to take a breath at least, but his strenght was no match to the Amazon's.

"Are you enjoying yourself there, handsome? A guy once told me my boobs were to die for. I'm sure you agree with him!!"
The violent rubbing against her chest, once again made her horny, and she brought her right hand into her privates.
"I can't believe you can't break free even from my weak arm!" "Since it seems I won't need my right hand after all, do you mind if I rub myself in front of you?"
The man continued to struggle unsuccesfully. He tried to push himself away from her deadly embrace, he hit her in the back and abdomen, and even pulled her hair, but nothing seemed to bother her.
"OK I am going to let you catch some air, but only once, all right? After this one you're going to fight your way out of this mess all by yourself!!"
She pulled his head back, and the man took a deep, long breath.
"Ready? I'm bringing you close to me again!"
She smothered him again with her massive breasts, and rubbed herself harder and harder. The man continued to struggle as she came twice. When she was done, she waited until he stopped moving, and then counted 3 more minutes. She dropped the lifeless body on the ground, and took his gun.
Samantha found Mr. Erickson's office, and walked in. "Hello, handsome! I have some sad news for you"
Erickson saw a tall young woman at the door, looking straight at him. She seemed to have come out of a porn magazine, outfit an all.
He reached for his gun, but she pointed at him: "not so fast there!"
"What the fuck is going on?" he demanded. "What the hell are you doing here, bitch?"
"I've come to close your business, and to kill you. I'm sorry!"
"Do you think you can get out of here alive? There are many guys here, they will kill you!! Drop the gun and perhaps I won't make you suffer too much!!"
"You mean the 7 guys I came across with? I've killed them already!! Every single one of them!
"Give me that gun and I'll fuck you and then I'll rip your heart out" he said defiantly.
"Oh this!!! You know, I just borrowed it from the last guy I killed. I took care of your guys with this beautiful body. Who needs a gun when you have a body like mine?" she said as she provocatively ran her hands up her boots, ass, boobs and hair. Then she took out the magazine and put it inside her boot, and threw the empty gun out of the room. "I certainly don't need one to kill you!"
Samantha walked up to him, and started grappling with the man. It took him only a couple of minutes Erickson to realize the young girl was much stronger than him. Samantha looked straight at him with her piercing blue eyes, and recognized that familiar look of a man who knows he will be defeated.
"Are you afraid of me now, little man?" she loved to call her victims "little", since her magnificent boots made her taller than most of them. "I know you have never been so close to someone as hot as me!" Not satisfied with defeating them physically, she loved to destroy her rival's ego before the end.
Samantha kept wrestling with him for a while, just to make him face her physical superiority over and over. Then she brought him to the ground, encircled his chest with her formidable thighs, and whispered in her sweetest voice: "I'm going to squeeze your miserable life out of you with my gorgeous legs. There is nothing you can do to avoid death. You are mine! I will decide how and when I will kill you! I will decide how much you will suffer before you die!"
And with that warning, she started squeezing him. The man grabbed her boots with both hands and tried to open her legs. He felt he was holding 2 rocks instead of the sculptural legs he saw. But his attempts, far from decreasing the pressure, seemed to make it more intense.
"Honey it seems that the harder you try, the harder it gets for you!!"
"Let me go bitch!"
"Is that how you ask a girl? Not that I would let go anyway" listen, you can play all the tough guy you want, but as soon as I saw you look at me, I knew that you have never desired any woman as much as you wanted me!! And with all your power and money, you could not have me!!! You are used to getting what you want, men fear you. And now, not only you will not have me, but I'm actually going to end your life. Who would have thought it, a blonde bimbo finally put a stop to the ruthless Erickson!"
Samantha kept increasing the pressure, and her excitement increased. She brought her hand inside her leather hot pants. She rubbed herself hard, until her body jolted with her first orgasm.
"Aaah!!!" the man screamed in agony as one of his ribs fractured from her spasm.
"I'm sorry about that!" she moaned. "Please keep fighting me!!!"
As he kept trying to break free, the pain grew more and more. Samantha squeezed harder and harder. She came several times, each deadly orgasm breaking something in her captive. The man was now struggling to breathe not only from the pressure, but also because his ribcage had multiple fractures.
The gorgeous blond demon rubbed harder, and applied more pressure. She moaned louder and louder. She was now screaming with pleasure, completely oblivious to the torment she was causing her victim. She would have one more before leaving.
"Please I beg you, keep fighting me!!! You are soooo good!!!" she seemed to remember she was holding a man between her thighs.
The man was busy trying to stay alive. As she neared climax, the pressure became unbearable. Several more ribs broke. His cries of pain were completely inaudible because of Samantha's screaming. When she came, she closed her thighs with all her might, killing him instantly. After she came back from ecstasy, she released her prisoner from her deadly embrace, and pushed his battered body away from her with her boot.
Samantha was covered in sweat, her hair was wet as well.
She got up, admiring the remains of the ruthless mafia boss for a while, and walked away.
"Hi James!"
"Hi, Miss Strong! Everything OK?"
"Yes, things worked out very well!"
"It seems they gave you quite a workout!"
"You can't imagine, James".
"Home?"
"Perhaps we can have a drink before that, if you don't mind?" Samantha offered. "All this fighting has gotten me very thirsty!!"
"I'd love to Miss Strong!"
"Call me Samantha, please".
"OK Miss Strong".
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Samantha came back to her apartment past 2 am. Even though she sent Mark a message as soon as the raid was over, so he wouldn't start wondering if something went wrong, he was still up watching tv. He saw the tall, scantly clad, busty woman walk in the living room and immediately got up and hugged her.
"Oh Mark, you shouldn't have stayed up!"
"That's OK, I don't have to go to work tomorrow. How did it go?"
"Oh everything went fine. I was done in a couple of hours and went with James, the guy who drove me, to have a couple of drinks".
"Did you find the ring leader?" Mark usually wanted to know all the details about her missions.
"Yep, I took care of him too" she said matter-of-factly.
"Tell me about it, how many, what happened?" he insisted.
"Honey, what do you think happened? I went in there and I put this weapons ring out for good!" she explained, sounding a bit tired.
"What did you do to the men?" he asked, as if he didn't know the answer already.
"I killed them Mark. I beat the shit out of every single one of them and then killed them!!" she raised her voice slightly.
"Was it easy?" He was clearly too much into the story to pay attention to her hints...
"Easy? It depends, easy for whom? For you? I don't think so. For me? I don't know about easy Mark, it is not an easy job!!! It's not like you can go and put an add on the paper and find hundreds of worthy candidates, you know? I trained hard to do this! I've spent more than 15 years of my life learning all kinds of combat techniques! I've been going to the gym for hours every day for close to 10 years!! And I just turned 23!!!! So you tell me if it was easy!!! I've put a lot of effort to become who I am, to be among the best at what I do!! And I will keep on trying to be even better!!! I'm going to bed, good night!" She stood up, gave him a kiss and walked to the bedroom.
The next morning he woke up before her. He admired her magnificent naked body, recovering from what was undoubtedly an intense night. Mark could not believe such a gorgeous woman, was capable of single handedly killing 8 men who had been spreading terror all over the region for years. It took her only a couple of hours to accomplish what many dead criminals and cops failed to do.
He picked up her tiny hot pants and mini top to send them to the cleaners. He then picked up the long leather boots to clean them. He held them as if he was holding a very delicate piece of crystal, and inspected them. There was dried blood on the sole, toes, and on the stilettos. Mark admired his girlfriend's naked body once again, before going to the laundry room to do what he had decided would be his responsibility: to organize everything in the house so Samantha only had to worry about exercising, and had enough leisure time for herself. And of course, for her work.
In the laundry room, he took a piece of cloth and dutifully wiped off the blood from all the stained areas. He needed to get another two clean pieces before he was done. Once again his mind thought about the poor men whose blood he was now erasing. He wiped the whole boot clean, and then took the shoe polish and applied it all over. When he was done, the boots were like new, the shiny black leather with the smell he loved. He thought to himself: "ready for the next kill".
When he came back, Samantha was already in the gym, lifting weights. She was wearing a short Lycra and a sports bra which barely contained her over-sized boobs.
He looked at her biceps swell and go down as she lifted a dumbbell he could probably not carry even with both hands.
A couple of hours later, she was done exercising her different muscle groups and went to the punching back. He was amazed at her speed, and the power of her punches. She did roundhouse kicks, high kicks, back kicks, with devastating force. With every blow she would scream loudly: "kiaaaah!!! After another hour, she was done, completely covered in sweat.
Mark got up and brought her ice water: "great workout babe, here you are!"
"Thanks a lot babe!!" she kissed him and went for a shower.
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Default Re: Lost stories - Samantha Strong, by Melissa

2ND STORY

Samantha goes to the Northwest.

Feel free to e-mail the story ideas and what you think about the ones i
Have written.

Her assignment was to storm the center of operations of an organized crime
group in the Northwest, and capture its leader. Michael Smith was a ruthless
mafia boss who had unleashed uncontrollable violence in the region, and had
personally murdered dozens of people. The agency wanted him alive to obtain
valuable information about other groups. Samantha had been flown the previous
afternoon, and was getting ready to go down to the bar to meet with local
agents who would discuss last minute details of the operation with her. She
would wear her low-waist, skin tight black leather pants, 5" stiletto open toe
shoes, and a tiny white halter top which exposed most of her enormous boobs.
As always, her blonde hair was loose and her make-up impeccable. She wore a
leather belt with a big metal buckle that drew attention to her hard abs and
cute belly button.

The two men saw the tall, blonde young woman seductively walking towards them.
"Pleased to meet you. I'm Agent Samantha Strong, code name "Hot Valkyrie" she
said extending her arm to shake their hands. She squeezed them a bit harder
than usual, just as a remainder of who they were dealing with. Even with the
people on her side, she always wanted to establish herself in command of the
situation from the very beginning. "And yes, Strong is my real last name!
Life's full of coincidences huh?" The men attempted as best as they could, to
show no surprise. They had been "warned" about Agent Hot Valkyrie being an
extremely gorgeous young female, who wore the tiniest, most revealing clothes,
and behaved in the most provocative way. But their expectations were surpassed
by the painfully beautiful agent standing in front of them. Samantha started
laying out her plans to the men. "The objective of my incursion is to capture
Smith and of course spare his life. But whoever else is there is as good as
dead. The intelligence I was given indicates there will be around 20 of his
best men protecting him, so I'll need some time before I can get to him. Once
I have subdued him, I'll call you. There's a pretty good chance he'll need a
hospital after I'm done with him, so I would suggest having an ambulance ready
if you really want him to survive. And another thing. I was ensured that he
would get life without parole. I can't allow someone who knows me to walk
free, even if it is on the other side of the country". "Yes Agent Strong, all
of these issues will be handled as you were told. If it is OK with you, please
try not to hurt him too severely because we'd like to start our questioning as
soon as possible." The men were well aware of the violent track record the
voluptuous elite commando sitting in front of them had established in her
short but productive 3 years of service. Throughout the years, many mid level
professionals at the agency had elevated complaints about her ruthlessness and
abusive use of physical force, and she had been called on it a few times, but
being the top operative allowed her to dismiss them. She would even find out
who the unhappy agents were, and paid them visits to intimidate them. Samantha
knew most of the complaints had to do more with jealousy, and the inability to
accept that someone as young and hot as her could be doing a "man's job" that
indeed most men, including the ones who complained, could not even dream of
doing. It was an immature reaction of the male ego facing a powerful woman, as
if the men were bothered to be working hard so the lethal beauty would come as
the star of the show, and get all the credit. Most of the leadership was
extremely pleased with her: they could rely on her to complete virtually any
task. Sure she was demanding, sometimes arrogant, and uncompromising, but she
was entitled to. "And I shall leave town that same evening. The jet should be
ready later that evening, and someone must get my luggage at the hotel. Is
that clear?" she said with an imposing voice. "Yes ma'am, everything will be
taken care of" he reassured her. "Well gentlemen, it's been a blast" she said
sarcastically as she stood up. "I'd love to hang around with you, but I have
to get ready for tonight. I want to strike at 10pm, so I expect a 930 pick up,
on the dot! Got it?" amused at how every last word she said was jotted down by
the men, whose jobs probably depended on ensuring Samantha had all she wanted.
She extended her hand again "nice meeting you, and I hope to see you some
other time" she again firmly grasped their hands. The watched the big-breasted
blonde Amazon walk away, until she disappeared in the lobby.

After relaxing in the hotel's pool and a nice dinner, it was time to go. For
tonight's assault she chose to wear black latex. Very tight hot pants, the
tiniest halter top (which exposed most of her enormous boobs) and matching
black latex thigh high boots, complete with spiky 51/2" stiletto heels and
sharp toes. She loved the contrast between the shiny latex and the polished
shine from the leather. She had silver bracelets in both biceps.

She went downstairs to meet her contacts, oblivious to the extra attention she
received from most people hanging out at the lobby, who probably wondered what
was a prostitute doing wandering around the hotel.

The car was waiting for her outside. A man stepped out and opened the back
door but she chose to sit in the front with him. "Hi, I'm agent Samantha
Strong, code name Hot Valkyrie. Nice to meet you".

Nice to meet you ma'am, we should be there 10 minutes before 10pm" the man
said respectfully.

"Perfect, thank you! Will you drive me back when I'm done? I am going to the
airport, if you want while I'm busy you can return to the hotel and get my
bags, and then come back and wait for me"

The man wondered why she did not bring her luggage now, but did not ask her.
"Certainly, Miss Strong, I will get everything for you."

"Thank you very much!" she said with a sweet smile.

"Oh it's my pleasure Miss Strong!"

When they arrived, Samantha made a couple of phone calls, and then said
goodbye to her driver "OK, please come back as soon as you get my bags, I
don't want to wait after I'm done. Thanks for the ride".

The man watched the provocatively dressed agent and wondered how such a young
girl was capable carrying the entire operation in her shoulders, and why the
hell she wore such a skimpy outfit.

Samantha entered the property and approached the main building. There were 3
guards outside. She stealthily came from behind to the first one and wrapped
her powerful arm around his neck, covered his mouth with her other hand, and
violently snapped his neck. The man's scream was muffled by her hand, but had
brief spasms of his legs from the severed cervical spine. Once he stopped,
Samantha laid him on the ground "sweet dreams handsome!" She disposed of the
next guard in the same fashion.

She then came from behind the last one and putting a nasty choke hold on him
asked: "hi tough guy, I'm going to ask you only once, If you don't answer me I
will break your neck. If you call for help, I'll also kill you. Is that
clear?"

He could not answer because his mouth was covered. Using all his might, he
tried unsuccessfully to release the enormous pressure from his neck. He could
not see his mysterious female assailant, but she smelled very good. From her
sweet voice she appeared to be young. He also felt her strong arms, and her
large breasts squeezed against his back. She was taller than him, so part of
her long blond hair dropped over his shoulders into his chest.

"I don't mind if you keep trying to break free, but I must tell you it's
almost impossible that you will succeed!"

"Are there 20 men inside?". The man shook his head. "More?" he said no again.
"Fifteen? More? Seventeen?" The man now moved his head affirmatively.

"There are 17 men counting Smith? He asserted again.

With the answer she was looking for, Samantha increased the pressure and
completely cut his air supply. The man frantically attempted to pull her arm
off his neck, to no avail. She felt in complete control of his existence. His
movements gradually slowed, until he went limp. She dislocated his neck before
releasing him. She now had access to the inside of the building.

After surveying the first floor, she located five guards and moved towards the
room where they were. "Hello boys! Would you like to play with me?" As the
first of them approached her, she greeted him with a horrible kick to the
face, which sent him crashing into the furniture. A second guard punched her
on the face, to which she replied with a series of vicious jabs to his face
until he hit the floor.

Two other men were now at her sides, so she grabbed each of them in a powerful
neck hold with her arms, and squeezed. The fifth man attempted to help his
beleaguered colleagues, but Samantha raised both legs and encircled them
around his neck, exerting tremendous pressure on it. The man held her by the
boots trying to spread them and get some air, but to no avail.

Samantha was now almost in a horizontal position, both her legs resting on the
man's shoulders, applying a devastating scissors hold to his neck, and her
upper half supported by both men who were being choked to death by her
embrace. "What's the matter, tough guys? A girl is all it takes to take on the
three of you? Are you just going to let me kill you or are you going to put up
a fight?"

The men were trying hard, but they were just unable to escape from the
overwhelming power of her body. The mighty Amazon then closed her calves�
wrapped around the man's neck� even more, until she strangled him. She
graciously landed in her heels as the man crumbled down. Samantha realized the
other two fallen guards were beginning to recover, so with a swift contraction
of both arms, she snapped the necks of her captives at the same time, and
dropped them on the floor.

"Hey boys, are you ready to keep going? I can wait if you need more time!" she
said knowing messing with their male egos was as painful to them as her
punches.

"Fucking bitch, I'm going to teach you a lesson!!" the thug said as he pulled
out a knife and charged against Samantha. She blocked his arm, and held the
wrist where he had the weapon in her hand, and started applying pressure with
her long red nails.

Aaaaaaahh!!!! the man screamed as he attempted to hold on to his weapon.

"If you don't let go the knife, I'll rip out your fucking hand!!!" she
screamed at him as her pressure increased. The other guard attacked her from
behind, and held her with both arms. He started to fondle with her large
breasts, thinking she was busy with the other guy, whose wrist she was still
holding with her hand.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! the pain being so intense he couldn't hold on
anymore.� As he dropped the knife, her battle scream was heard.

"Kiaaaaaaah!!!!� Samantha kicked him violently in the face, killing him
instantly.

The man was still holding her from behind, and continued to rub his hands all
over Samantha's oversized bosom, burying his face in her hair attempting to
kiss her neck, and pressing his erect penis� against her ass. The combination
of the latex, her skin,� her smell and her hair was driving him wild.

"I hope you are enjoying yourself there little man, because I'm taking over!!
From now on, I'll be the one doing the fucking here!!!" She began to spread
her powerful arms, gradually undoing her captor's embrace until she was free.
The man could not believe she was able to break free, especially given that
opening her arms required much more force.

"What happened there big boy?" looking straight in his eyes and seeing the
fear in them, as he was now aware of her physical superiority. He walked�
backwards, as she followed him, always making the seductive sound with her
boots. When he ran into the wall, Samantha kept approaching him until her
massive boobs cornered him.

"You wanted to touch them, right?" she said with a stern, intimidating� voice
as she held her breasts with her hands. Samantha then grabbed the man and
attempted to bring him down, to which he offered resistance.

Samantha wrestled him for a while, until she totally overpowered him and
brought him to the ground. She immediately mounted him and trapped his chest
between her deadly thighs. She grabbed his hands into hers and pinned them
over his head. He was completely immobilized.

"What's the matter, big guy? Am I too strong for you? Do you realize I can
kill you if I squeeze you with my thighs?" Samantha was now in total command,
her victim at her complete mercy, unable to escape her mighty body.

"Now I'm going to fuck you!!! I hope you like latex!!" she moved upwards,
smothering his face with her crotch. She placed her hand behind the man's head
and brought it towards her, completely blocking any passage of air. His head
was securely locked between her rock hard thighs. There seemed to be no
escape.

"You wanted me didn't you? Now you are going to die where you wanted to be!!!

The man's screams were inaudible. He was desperately swinging his hands in all
directions, trying to hit Samantha, pushing her magnificent body away, all to
no avail. She started pushing herself rhythmically into his face, gently
stimulating her external genitals, while making sure her prey would not be
able to breath. Her movements became more intense, her breathing heavier, and
the pressure from her thighs increased, as she approached an orgasm.

The busty Amazon seemed to have forgotten about her unfortunate victim
imprisoned between her thighs, as she violently thrust� her pelvis up and
down. Her grinding motion turned into potent� spasms while the man's attempts
became weaker. She kept her moans to herself, to avoid attracting the rest of
the guards and spoiling the fun. It was now she who took the agonizing man's
hand and placed it over her huge breast.

After climaxing, she relaxed and sighed quietly, still forcing her pelvis into
her captive, but without thrusting. After a fleeting moment of pleasure, she
had to dispose of him. "Oh baby you're still here?? Just go to sleep, OK?" and
kept the pressure until he expired. Samantha got up and looked at his reddened
face, swollen from her grinding motion: "you got what you asked for!!"

She needed to determine where the rest of the bodyguards where. After waiting
for a couple of minutes, a man came her way. When he was within striking
distance, the blonde fighter came out in front of him and grabbed his neck
with one hand, while covering his mouth. "Where are your friends?"

The man pointed upwards. Samantha uncovered his mouth, but the man called for
help immediately : "Heeee-aaarggh!!!!" she crushed his neck, interrupting his
screams. He was now unable to breath, having his larynx fractured. Both hands
went to his neck as he unsuccessfully struggled to catch some air, until he
collapsed and expired. She heard a lot of commotion in the floors above her,
and knew her presence was no longer a secret.

Samantha stepped over the dead body, and knelt over to take his machine gun,
but after giving it another thought, she left it there. She then moved in the
direction of the noises. According to the information she got from the guard,
there were around ten men remaining.

Even though Samantha was an expert in a variety of weapons, including
firearms, she rarely used them. First because it would alert of her presence
immediately, but most importantly, her real strenght was in hand to hand
combat, something that had been with her since early childhood. She felt more
comfortable beating the crap out of a bunch of guys than shooting them.

She saw six men in the adjacent room, looking all over for her. After
assessing how to go in and disarm them before they could shoot, she ran inside
and did a high roundhouse kick which viciously struck four of the six men in
their faces, sending them to the floor. Next she grabbed the machine gun being
held by one of the two remaining guards, and took it from him after a brief
struggle, while at the same time delivering a horrendous back kick to the
other man's face, which sent him flying several meters back.

The busty warrior now faced the only man left: "looks like we're alone huh?"
and delivered a series of left-right combinations to his mid-section, followed
by a potent knee straight into his face.

"Aaaaaahh!! you fucking bitch!!" he screamed at her while bleeding profusely.

Samantha kicked him again in the face, making the man fall on his knees. She
followed with a powerful roundhouse kick to his head, which fatally dislocated
the cervical spine.The battered body lay now motionless on the floor.

The latex-clad beauty turned around to face the remaining five men, who were
slowly recovering from the earlier beating.

In what seemed like a suicidal maneuver, she charged at them. Samantha started
launching solid punches and kicks� which seemed to be aimed in all directions,
but� really were hitting their intended targets with brutal power. She would
spin,� duck, evade,� and attack,� not stopping for a second. From a distance,
she appeared like some type of Goddess/demon, with her fiery blond hair
flowing in the air. The men's resistance was gradually growing weaker.

She finished one of them with a terrible chop to the neck. She then grabbed
another guy with her arm around his neck, placed him on her side, and pummeled
his face with her free fist until he was dead. A third approaching bodyguard
was met by her rock hard triceps right on his face, fracturing his nose, other
bones and breaking several teeth as well. Before he knew what hit him,
Samantha quickly knelt next to him and executed him with a vile punch to his
face.

She got up immediately and grabbed one of the two still left by the back of
the neck, and bashed his face against the concrete wall, causing massive head
injuries. The sensual Amazon was still holding her kill by the neck when she
saw the last man� run out the room; she immediately jumped in his pursuit,
with surprising speed considering she was wearing 51/2" stilettos. The man ran
down the stairs, which was a mistake, as Samantha jumped all the steps rather
than going one by one, so after he exited into another hallway, she was only a
few meters behind him. The man felt that something pulled his back and stopped
him in his tracks. He knew it was over.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?" the gorgeous blonde asked him. "I felt
kind of lonely there so I came after you!!"

She walked seductively towards him, as the man backed up until he had nowhere
to go. Samantha then delivered a series of hideous blows to his chest with her
iron fists, cracking his breastbone and several ribs. A thread of blood came
out of his mouth, and the thug collapsed.

She needed to find Smith and his last five bodyguards. After carefully moving
towards the top floor, she saw three armed men patrolling one hallway. She
sneaked behind them and slammed the heads of two of the men, while delivering
an atrocious high kick to the third guard's chin, shattering his jawbone. She
wrapped her powerful arms around the men, and strangled them. Samantha stepped
over the two corpses and stood next to the still alive guard whose jaw was no
more. She placed her thigh high boot over his neck, trapping it between her
arch, and the stiletto. The man took both hands to her leg and tried to push
the mighty black boot off of his neck, but he could not overcome the strenght
of her muscular leg.

"What's going on sweety, can't break free? Is my boot being mean to you? Am I
hurting your neck?" but it was useless, he simply did not have the strenght to
overpower her. He continued to push with all his might, even as she
interrupted all the air flow. The man started turning blue and gasping.
Samantha watched in silence, oblivious to the man's suffering, almost amused
by watching him live his last moments. She increased the pressure and the man
went limp. The seductive special agent was almost done with all the
bodyguards.

Part 5: Smith She moved towards where Smith was hiding, careful not to expose
herself. Samantha figured the men were waiting for her. When she got to the
room next to where they were waiting for her, she decided to climb to the
under-ceiling. Once she was over the room, she waited for the men to position
themselves close to each other, so she could take them out leaving no chance
for them to fire their weapons.

There were metal bars from which she could hold on to and lower herself to the
ground. When the men were in the right position, she lowered herself holding
on to the bars with both hands. She encircled the neck of one bodyguard
between her thigh and her leg, while delivering a savage kick with her other
shapely leg that sent both men flying into te ground. This would give her some
time to take care of the poor fellow caught in her leg.

She then used her other leg to now put his neck between both legs, and raised
herself using her biceps, lifting the man high above the floor in the process.
He was� desperately trying to pry open her legs and free himself. She
continued to increase the brutal pressure on his fragile neck. He did not last
long. Samantha released his lifeless body, just in time to see the last
bodyguard getting up.

She swung back and forth a couple of times, and when she had good momentum,
she let go and flew a few meters, landing over her last opponent, his neck
ending up precisely between her thighs and her crotch. Her weight pushed him
to the ground, so he was now lying on his back, looking up at her. With a
swift motion of her thighs, she extinguished his life.

The latex clad fighter stood up, tired from her effort, but satisfied with her
performance, and glad to be done. Well, almost.

"Hi, my name is agent code name Hot Valkyrie, and I've come to arrest you. If
it were up to me, I would kill you right now, but unfortunately I was asked to
spare your pathetic life. But I wasn't told anything about not beating the
shit out of you!!"

The man raced towards his gun, which had fallen on the floor after Samantha
kicked him.� As he grabbed it, he� saw her fantastic boot squish his hand. He�
attempted to withdraw, but she was not letting go.

"Aaaaahh!!!� You're hurting my hand, you fucking bitch!!!" he said as she
pushed her stiletto deeper� into his flesh.

"I can see that!! And what are you going to do about it tough guy? Or are you
just going to keep whining? Are you going to let me keep hurting you?"

"Fuck!! stop!! I can't do anything!!!! the man screamed in agonizing pain.

Samantha toyed with him for a while, and then pulled him up and taunted him
some more: "so are you going to let me arrest you or are you going to let me
arrest you after I beat the shit out of you?"

Smith analyzed the situation, and did not see a way out of it, unless he could
somehow bargain with the woman. She had wiped out all of his bodyguards, he
thought, so there was not a slight chance for him to fight his way out. "what
do you say I pay you some money, and you let me get away?"

"How much money are you exactly talking about?" she asked curiously.

"I can give you a million dollars tonight if you want. I can hide in a room
and then when everyone's gone, you can take me out and I'll give you the
cash!" Samantha thought about the offer for a second.

"Is that all you value your freedom? You are going to spend the rest of your
life in jail, and lose all your money as well, and all you can offer is 1
million? You are the stingiest man I've ever met. Listen, number one, I don't
want to, I came here and slaughtered twenty men in order to get to you, and
now� I should let you go? So their lives would have been wasted for nothing? I
think they deserve better!"

While the beautiful Amazon was talking, the man grabbed a sword that was
hanging on the wall and started swinging at her. Samantha ducked a couple of
times, avoiding the deadly blade. The third time she almost got hit by it, but
the man managed to scratch her arm.

"You bastard!! Drop that right now, or I you will be sorry!!" the man swung at
her again, but this time Samantha lifted her leg in an amazing high kick,
striking his hand, and making him drop his weapon. She placed her boot over
the sword so the man could not pick it up again "what are you going to do now,
you fucking coward?"

She gave him a backhand slap in the face, tearing his lip. She repeated the
maneuver a couple of times in a very humiliating way. He was now bleeding
profusely. "You should be ashamed of yourself, you need a sword to fight a
young girl like me? Well get ready to get your ass kicked!"

Samantha swung her left arm at him, connecting her fist right under his chin.
As the man was swaying from the force of the impact, she swung her right arm,
precisely in the opposite direction he was moving, which added to the
viciousness of the punch. He fell down disoriented, his face now completely
swollen, and bleeding from many sites.

"Oh that must hurt like a bitch right?" She walked seductively towards him,
and continued to speak condescendingly to him. "Get ready, the worst is
coming. I can see why you needed so many bodyguards, you piece of shit!! You
are not capable of anything! How it is possible that all the region is afraid
of you? I should film you now, so they see that you can't put up a decent
fight!!!"

The woman stopped right next to him. "I'm going to let you take a good look at
me before I crush you!" The man was now terrified. "Check out my boots!! Do
you like them?" He did not answer, so she gave him (what she thought would be)
a soft kick in the face. The man screamed in pain. "Answer me!!! Do you like
my boots?"

"Yes!!" the man cried.

"Do they make you afraid? Like I might hurt you with them?" she rubbed his
face softly with her boot, to make her point. "You should be!!! Ask some of
your bodyguards!!

"Please just take me to the police!!! don't hurt me anymore!!! the man was
sobbing.

"Oh I will! But first you must let me teach you a lesson!!" Samantha put her
boot over his neck, and then contracted her powerful leg muscles. "How are you
doing down there?"

The man struggled to push her extremity away but could not do so. Samantha was
amusing herself by cutting his air on and off. "It's hard to breathe when you
have a boot up your neck isn't it?"

After a while she knelt and grabbed him by his jacket and pulled him up. She
then threw a vicious punch to his abdomen, causing him to double over to catch
his breath. Samantha then kicked him in the face, launching him backwards into
the floor. The beautiful fighter walked again towards the man, and kicked him
on his side.

"AAaaahhh!!!" his loud screams could probably be heard from outside of the
mansion.

"Now you are going to lick my boot all over. I want you to lick all the blood
from your bodyguards and yours!!! And since it is latex, it should be shiny as
new!" the placed the sole of her foot over his face, and rubbed it hard on
him. The man held on to her foot, and as ordered, he licked it clean, moving
on then to the top, the heels and the tip. "Now I want you to suck!! I want
you to suck real hard!!" she placed her boot� over his face again, and the man
placed as much of it inside his mouth. Samantha pushed as well.

While the man was sucking hard, she called her contacts: "He's ready, you can
come and get him!"

The man stopped: "what is going on?"

"Did I ask you to stop?!?! She forced her boot inside him again. She then got
down on the floor and encircled his chest with her calves, and then moved her
powerful legs inwards, with care not to crush him completely. The man tried
unsuccessfully to separate the mighty legs. "Oh sweetie, don't bother, the
only reason you are not dead is because I have not applied enough force, so I
would suggest you stop, or I will kill you!!"

Smith held on to the latex boots for dear life, not listening to his gorgeous
captor. Samantha increased the pressure a bit.

"Aaaaaahh!!!" another scream came from her victim as a loud crack, announcing
a broken rib was heard.

"Sooorry!! This part is always difficult for me, to know how much force is too
much!! I'll try to be more careful!!" but she continued squeezing him. She was
sitting comfortably on the floor while her legs were literally squeezing the
life out of her prisoner. She heard distant voices and figured the agency's
people were discovering the carnage in the floors below.

A couple more ribs would snap before the first men reached the room. Two
agents with guns entered the room. "Are you Agent Strong?"

"At your service!" she said provocatively.

The two agents could not believe their eyes. Sitting on the ground, they saw
an impossibly gorgeous young woman, with beautiful blonde hair. She was
wearing a skimpy latex outfit, which exposed� the largest, most perfect boobs
they'd ever seen. She seemed to be relaxing while tormenting the man being
crushed between her sexy thigh high boots. He was clearly in pain and
completely subdued by her power. His face was bloody, swollen and disfigured.

"Are you OK?" was the only thing one of them managed to say. They could not
comprehend how she could be the deadly agent they had been warned about. They
had seen� with their own eyes all the men she slaughtered over the past three
hours or so.

"What does it look to you, Einstein?" the latex clad beauty said as she
continued to castigate her prey. "Do I seem OK to you?"

"I was just wondering, I mean, you did all this by yourself? All those dead
men downstairs? You killed all of them? There were no gunshots!"

"Of course not, I didn't fire a shot!!! Why would I use a gun when I can use
my body!! But to answer your question, yes, I killed them all. That's my job."

"Whenever you want to hand him to us, we're ready!" the agent offered.

"Well thank God you said that, because I wasn't sure if I should stay like
this forever, kill him or let him go!!! Although I don't think he can go very
far now!! By the way, you need to take him to a hospital to get checked out,
in case I went too far". Samantha opened her legs, and stood up, looking down
at the shorter men.
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Those stories aren`t bad but not the ones I was thinking of

Maybe her stories got better as she progressed the character.
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Those stories aren`t bad but not the ones I was thinking of

Maybe her stories got better as she progressed the character.
Yeah they're probably 2 of the worse ones. But I think we are talking about the same author/character, according to your description.

The one that I remember as the best is when Samantha stops a plane highjacking alone. They are so well written that it's somehow believable!
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Well written but ridiculously improbable stories
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Well written but ridiculously improbable stories
Kinda hard to find fiction that is
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