PicFight [REMASTERED]

Odintcova: Кто вы и как вы миновали мою охрану?

Tricki_Nikki: *startled I turn and see it is the tycoon herself standing in the doorway* "Oh, hello. I was looking for the ladies room and I must have got lost. It's such a large mansion after all. Can you point me in the right direction?"

Odintcova: My eyes narrow a bit as I regard you with suspicion. Of course this is just supposed to be some fundraiser event and afterparty but all of the money actually changing hands is obfuscated. It's all an elaborate system of tax write-offs and laundering, not to mention I personally combed through the guest list myself. I should know just about everyone on the guest list and yet you're unfamiliar to me, clearly an American based on your accent. I stand there in an elegant yet low-cut dress, showing off a generous amount of cleavage as well as a hint of my long, strong legs, bolstered by my tall, sharp heels. "Oh, you don't speak Russian? The closest one is that way... Second door on your left..." I say, practically stepping into you and giving your body a slight bump like I have zero regard for your personal space. I extend my arm over your shoulder and point in the direction of what appears to be a dark hallway, far removed from the festivities and other guests.

Odintcova:

Tricki_Nikki: I hadn't really asked for directions when I slipped past an easily distractible guard. There is something about your demeanor that tells me you are not buying what I am selling right now. But then you point me in the direction or the ladies room, so I think maybe I misread. I am assuming if you thought you caught me in the act, you would be screaming for your guards right now. But you aren't. So, I politely say thank you then head in the direction you pointed me in. My heels click and clack on the floor as I go down the dark hallway. How big are these rooms? I pass one door, but it takes a country mile before I reach the second. Opening the door I walk in ...."This is definitely not the ladies room...." My mind races as I realize I just got played

Tricki_Nikki:

Odintcova: As you make your way down the dimly lit hall, you hear a second pair of heels clicking against the floor behind you with every step. I follow you away from the other guests, away from my guards as we both slip away from the festivities. "It is dark... I shall come with... Вот эта комната..." My accent thick, rotating between English and Russian mid-sentence as I follow you right up to the door. My body practically bumping you from behind as I give you a light push and urge you forward. "Let me get light switch..." I say, reaching into the room to flick a switch while also closing the door firmly behind me. You're clearly not in the ladies room as you appear to be in a cold, sterile looking room with a metal table, a few seats and one rather obvious one-way window situated at the side. "Have seat... American... What are you doing here?"

Odintcova:

Tricki_Nikki: Yep. I feel right into her trap. But, I don't see any guards. My instinct tells me to fight right now, and get the hell out of here and call it a day. But my curiosity about you gets the better of me. I play the part of scared partygoer and nod when you order me to have a seat. I do so, with my hands folded in front of me. I go right for the Academy Award for acting and turn on a few tears "Please, you must believe me. I just needed to freshen up. It was a totally honest mistake. My boyfriend is downstairs, Igor Petrov, he can vouch for me..." I noticed that playboy philanthropist when I arrived, and he is known to have a different girlfriend ever month. I hope that is enough for you to just drop it, as obviously you are paranoid for a reason. I need to know why

Odintcova: My lips curl up into an amused expression, it almost looks like a genuine smile except for the sheer intensity that seems to be smoldering behind my eyes. I listen to your explanation but I'm clearly not really buying your acting as I simply pace back and forth behind your chair, my heels echoing against the floor. "Ah, Igor Petrov... Of course..." I say before slowly circling around you and taking a seat on the cold metal table rather than sitting across from you. I position myself in a way that I'm towering above you, showing no shame in the way that you're almost already between my legs. "Try again American... Igor Petrov is гей... Or how should I say... Gay? I have seen the recordings... How do you think we secured his donations? He just hires actresses as his entourage to avoid being disowned by his family... You understand, yes? Are you actress? Are those tears real?" I ask, reaching out to gently press my finger against your cheek, like I'm trying to catch your tears against my skin. "Tell me again... Who are you? What are you doing here?" I say while craning my neck, drawing your eyes down towards my cleavage while motioning my head towards the mirrored window, as if I'm trying to signal my minions on the other side.

Tricki_Nikki: This is surely not going as planned. It seems my intel on Petrov was off the mark, and that is not good. I try to switch things up and flip the script on your own acting skills. "Well, you got me there. I mean, you can't knock a girl for trying, right. Anyway, speaking of acting skills. I think we both know there is no one on the other side of that window. You didn't expect to find me up here. You didn't have time to call anyone to man the booth over there. The room was dark; there would be no reason for anyone to just hang out to wait for a late-night interrogation. No, I think we are very much alone in here, Odintcova..." My eyes meeting yours now as I drop the innocent damsel routine without revealing anything else about myself

Odintcova: My smile only seems to widen with every passing moment and yet it never really seems to reach my eyes as I continue to stare you down like I'm trying to peer into your soul. After catching one of your tears against the side of my finger, I bring it back to my lips and trace my tongue against it. "Oh, you think I'm bluffing? Нелепое предположение! You don't think I have cameras in every room, every hallway? You don't think I have a security team monitoring them all? Of course they're not waiting in that room, but they would have seen us come in here... Surely they'd put two and two together... They are paid very well... Most are ex-spetsnaz..." I explain, still not the least bit intimidated by you suddenly dropping your facade. "But let's say you're right... Let's say we're all alone in here in a soundproofed room..." I say with a shrug of my shoulders, the movement itself causes my breasts to jostle beneath my dress. My hand once again reaches out for you, this time casually and almost condescendingly caressing its way through your blonde hair. I'm not rough with you at all, not yet anyway. "Tell me American... Which agency do you work for?"

Tricki_Nikki: This girl is the real deal. She has my accent correct. I am a full blooded American. A Ukrainian American. You are one of the oligarchs funding Putin's war machine. You are many others in this mansion tonight. I am CIA trained, but on loan to the Ukrainian military. Infiltrating a country with such a massive border was easy enough. Mingling with the rich socialites, also easy. Just nodding and smiling, sipping champagne. I have already ruined two oligarchs by draining their accounts into the Ukrainian war effort fund. But this place....this is the big score. This 'charity' gala alone could fund the war effort for months! And you are the key to it all. I was hoping to find the codes on my own, but with your 'help', I could surely pull this off. Not that you are going to willingly help. But still. I feel you a woman of your stature thinks she can handle me on her own. These will be no minions. It is just her and I " I think we both know you want to handle this situation on your own. Unless I have misread you, and you want to call for assistance against one, unarmed American girl?"

Odintcova: I continue to sit on the table in front of you with my legs slightly spread, clearly not even seeing you as much of a threat in the moment. Yet the intensity of my eyes at least lets you know that I'm remaining vigilant as I've never looked away from you once. I barely even blink, not wanting to give you an opportunity to strike if that's actually your goal. I'm obviously suspicious of you but I really have no clue about the extent of your involvement, if you're an intelligence operative or more of a curious journalist. Either way, it is pretty clear that I think I can handle you on my own, I even voice as much. "Oh I doubt I'll need assistance with you... No... I think you will cooperate with me... How do you see this going anyway? Even if your weak body somehow overpowers mine... How do you expect to leave this room, let alone this mansion?" I ask, still casually playing with your hair as I start to twirl some of your blonde locks around my fingertip. "Now what is your name, and what are you doing here?" I ask again, all the while slipping off of the table only to come down right on top of your lap. I press my body close, my breasts practically pushing up beneath your chin in the position while I peer down into your eyes. "Не упрямься... Я не хочу причинить тебе боль..."

Tricki_Nikki: This girl is a piece of work! Quite full of herself. But you are well put together, and I suppose you don't rise to the top echelon of a dictator's regime without being at least a bit ruthless. When you straddle my lap and get a little up close and personal, I don't blink. I just allow a lopsided grin to curl on my lips. "You know, there is a plan for everything. Everyone has plans. But plans have a way of not working out. Being able to improvise. That is the key. So, you want this information. You want it, and you need it. You have no idea who I am and why I am here. It is irritating you not to have total control in your own home. I offer a solution. Take me to your master suite. I have no doubt there are no cameras in there. At least not ones the guards are watching. Give the 'all good' signal to your minions, kiss me a few times first outside your bedroom door, then we will enter, and we will sort things out like time woman do, when each has different goals..." I don't think I need to spell out that part for you. At any moment you could have this place swarming with mercenaries, but I am betting everything that you will want to 'handle' me your own way

Odintcova: I make myself comfortable on your lap in the position, unashamedly giving my hips a little wiggle before pushing them forward. My dress riding high on my thighs, letting you feel the unmistakable warmth between my legs pressing up against your midsection. I remain so close to you in the position, my nose nuzzles your own, my lips seemingly threaten a kiss already as I speak. "So was this your plan all along? To end up in my embrace, to invite yourself into my bedroom? It's a risky one... What makes you so sure I won't just send you to a gulag in Siberia? Hmm?" I tease but I don't even wait for your response before leaning forward to steal a soft kiss from your lips. We're not even outside of my bedroom yet and I clearly can't help myself. Surely if my minions are actually on the other side of that window, they'll assume you're just some lover of mine and perhaps you truly will be. "Mmm, have it your way American... Let us get to know one another somewhere more comfortable and intimate..." I say after breaking the kiss and rising to my feet. I adjust my dress before offering you my hand, eager to lead you out of the room and back towards the center of the festivities. I keep a somewhat firm grip on your hand as I lead you behind me, swaying my hips with every step, occasionally even bumping my hips back against you as we walk. We pass many other guests, none of them seem to be suspicious about the fact I'm dragging some random blonde along with me. Igor Petrov makes eye-contact for a moment before nervously looking away from me while another guest starts to make a toast.

Odintcova: "To Viktoriya Odintcova, without her, none of this would be possible, Будем здоровы!" "Будем здоровы!" is echoed by the other guests as I simply use my free hand to give them all a pretentious, queenly wave. "Thank you all so much for coming! Please, continue enjoying my hospitality... The night is still young! Yet I must retire to my chambers..." I explain, still pulling you along with me as we ascend the giant staircase. Some guests whisper to one another as they see us together but they know better than to gossip or cause any sort of scandal when it comes to me. The further we travel, the less party-goers we see, while more grizzled military-looking personnel become much more commonplace. They give me nods of acknowledgement, some even salute me at attention as some old habits die hard when it comes to my minions. Finally we stop at the door of my master bedroom and everything plays out just like you had planned. I stop there for a good moment, my body surging towards you with lust, my breasts mushroom right up against your chest as I begin to deeply and passionately make out with you. My tongue not at all shy when it comes to surging its way into your mouth... I then pull away and open the door to my grand bedroom, pulling you inside with me... Intelligence operatives are known for their seductive capabilities after all but it's still difficult to determine whether I've truly fallen under your spell or if I'm just trying to lull you into a false sense of security...

Tricki_Nikki: It is all a whirlwind. After the briefest of moments, you make the decision to handle me yourself, as I had hoped. Stealing a soft kiss before you dismount my lap., you take me by the hand and lead me out the down, back down the stairs and into the party once more. I cannot help but watch your hips sway seductively, as you keep me slightly behind you as we pace down the stairs and through the throng of partygoers. The shadow elite of Moscow and Russia are all in attendance. A few famous names in the crowd. But many of the famous ones are just that- famous. But the real powerbrokers lurk in the shadows, pulling the strings behind the curtain. You are one of the rare beings that master's both. And you do it with a breezy nonchalance that is rather attractive. You are making it clear to everyone that you are fully in command of your domain, even as you acknowledge the parasites that seem eager for even a scrap of your attention. But right now, your attention is on me. And you are quite focused. Ascending the opulent staircase once more, we delve deeper into the mansion, and the deeper we get, the more tangled web of mercenaries we pass. I am already scanning the route, looking for possible escape points. My options are precious few. The security in this wing is tight. It leads me to believe that perhaps the information I seek was not where the intel stated. It may just rest in your chambers instead! As we darken the double doors to your master suite, you push me into the wall for the briefest of make out sessions. But it sends a signal to the goons outside in the hallway that you are not to be disturbed. I see the slightest nods of acknowledgment from the muscle-bound oafs, knowing they have seen this dance before. You take my hand again and whisk me into your bedroom, and the double doors are closed by the guard nearest the doors, and I hear the clink-clank of an outer lock mechanism. "So.....alone at last" I say to myself as much as I say it to you.

Odintcova: I slowly scrape my tongue across my lips, still tasting our shared kiss even as there seems to be some distance between us. The shoulder strap of my dress falls down a bit and I turn my head in that direction, still watching you out of the corner of my eyes. Instead of adjusting it, I pull it down even more, flashing you more of my cleavage as a result. "Yes, you have me alone American... Is this why you're here? To seduce me and have me spill all the details on my operation?" I ask teasingly, pulling my dress down further to reveal more of my curvaceous frame, leaving me standing there in nothing more than my black lingerie and stiletto heels. "Come now, there is no need to be so tense..." I say while motioning my hand towards you as you seem to remain with your back positioned towards the double doors. "You know you could already be on a train to a gulag in Siberia right now but I never reported you to my guards. No, I want to know why you're here... First tell me your name at least?" I ask while moving towards you once again, stopping just a few inches away from you while my hand casually reaches out to caress your shoulder, flicking the strap of your own dress downward just a little bit.

Odintcova:

Tricki_Nikki: You are not exactly what I expected after reading your dossier, and that is a bit off putting and exciting at the same time. You seem to relish this little cat and mouse game we have going. When your dress hits the floor, I arch my right eyebrow when you fluidly walk out of it in your black lingerie, only and you get right up in my personal space once more. I look slightly up at you with your 2-inch height edge, when you flip the strap off one of my shoulders like a prom date unclasping a bra with expert and practiced precision. A little grin curls up on my lips as I nod "I suppose there is no harm in a first name. You can all me Nikki. Or Nikita, if you are feeling particularly feisty...." I then save you the trouble of removing my second strap, as I let my dress glide down my body to puddle up at my heels. I step forward and out of the dress, bumping my ample breasts into yours as I look to bully you back a step as I do it, my hands on your hips to guide you backward. Leaning toward your ear, my hot breath bathes your neck and then your earlobe "Of course, if you wish to tell me all about your .....extensive....operation, consider me your therapist and let it all out" I give your ear a little kiss before stepping back to lock eyes with you once again

Tricki_Nikki:

Odintcova: Of course I have no clue what's written in my dossier, that would require me having an asset in your agency on my payroll, surely that couldn't be the case. Still, I'd like to think I'm a complex creature, one that can't be summarized in a few pages of a document anyway. It's true I relish our little game as it seems to get my blood pumping, my drug of choice has always been adrenaline after all. I keep my hand on the bare skin of your shoulder, letting it rest there even while you remove the other strap and tell me your name. "Nikita... красивый..." I say, my words still alternating between English and Russian although it's quite obvious I'm playing down how fluent I actually am in your language. My other hand rises to my chin as I continue to look you over, obviously deep in thought only to get snapped out of it slightly once your breasts collide with mine. "Ooof..." Despite my slight height advantage, you succeed in bullying me backwards step by step. My eyelids flutter when you tease my neck and ear only to bend my knees slightly for leverage. I hold my ground, slowly circling and shrugging my shoulders as I work my breasts right back against your pair, letting you feel the outline of my nipples as they scrape against your chest. "Mmm... What is it you'd like to know? I'm an honest businesswoman and philanthropist... Are you looking for some sort of charitable donation?" I ask teasingly, coiling my arms around your waist as I make no effort to push you away, instead I pull you close. One hand slides up and down the length of your back, tracing my fingertips along your spine while my other hand grasps your hips and pulls them somewhat flush to my own. "We don't have to be enemies Nikita... I'm not the woman you think I am..." I purr right back, nuzzling my face into the nape of your neck as well.

Odintcova: I even take things further by giving your skin a gentle little bite like I'm trying to mark you as mine already. You've succeeded in pushing me back in the direction of the bed but I hold my ground for the most part, twisting my hips ever so slightly as I try to entangle my leg with yours. The smooth skin of my thigh can be felt rubbing between your legs as I attempt to hook my foot around behind your ankle. Not outright tripping you but also trying to make sure I have all the leverage, physically as well as when it comes to negotiations, at least that's how I see it.

Tricki_Nikki: We are still in the preliminaries of our little showdown, with neither of us showing any signs of giving any concessions to the other. A little press of your smooth thigh between my legs makes me gasp a little before I recover and hold in the pending moan. My right hand slides over your hip to 'punish' you with a little SLAP and squeeze with my right hand atop the round cheek of your tight, toned butt cheek. Your long legs tangle with mine, with my free hand coming to a rest atop your right bra covered breast. I give it a firm, but not too rough of a squeeze as I try to maintaing my balance with our legs intertwined..."Ты знаешь, что Украина победит в этой войне, да?"

Odintcova: My eyes widen and I jump upward ever so slightly in response to your 'punishment' but it's tough to say whether it has the intended effect as your spank seems to just excite me further. I do my best to keep our legs entangled as I slowly brush my thigh back and forth along the front of your panties. I tense the muscles in my thigh as my foot alternates between my heel and toes as I keep it wrapped up behind your own, basking in the warmth I feel against my thigh. "Aynhhh... Mmnhh..." I moan out suddenly when you start to squeeze and grope my breast. My face still so close to your neck and ear as my moan is almost deafening. I laugh a little bit when I hear your words, only to tighten my grip around your waist, hugging and squeezing you hard. With our legs tangled I suddenly pivot to the side as I attempt to toss you over onto the bed. "Украина, Россия — какая разница? Я не какой-нибудь патриот." I reply, once again trying to show you that I'm not the woman you think I am. Sure my interests seem to be aligned with the government's right now but that's also simply the cost of doing business, a means to an end. My allegiance and ambition goes much further than that...

Tricki_Nikki: We jostle and jockey for position in close, with your flexing thigh well placed to see to it that a moan escapes my lips each time I try to break free of your grasp. Then, with a surge of strength you twist us and toss me hard onto the large bed, and proclaim you are no patriot, and your operation is just business. This enrages me more a Ukrainian American. For me it would be better if you were all in and committed to the Russian motherland, at least that I could respect! But no, your allegiance changes with the way the wind blows. While that is good for my mission and the governments that sponsor me, it makes me want to beat some sense into you even more than when we entered this room. I sit up on the bed, kicking off my heels, before I spring up and step into a right-handed slap aimed at the side of that admittedly gorgeous face HNNN!!! "Okay, Vik, it's time to get real. I am finishing my mission, with, or without your cooperation!" I am assuming a girl of your ...breeding, won't like that little abbreviated nickname, so I plan to use it as one of many ways to get under your skin!

Odintcova: I can tell my words have gotten under your skin and I simply smirk when I watch your gorgeous body bounce atop the bed. Of course the smart thing to do would be to follow up by pouncing on top of you but like any good villain, I decide to elaborate and monologue. "Let me guess Nikita... You're Ukrainian by birth but you grew up in America... No doubt instilled with a sense of patriotism by your parents for a country you don't even truly know... I'll bet you did quite well in college to the point that you stood out amongst your peers. It was then someone approached you, someone who probably said they were with the 'state department' to offer you a heroic job... Is that really what you believe you're doing here? There is no such thing as good or evil, right or wrong... It's just people looking out for their own self-inserts... Everyone is the hero of their own story and history is always written by the winner's. I'll survive regardless of who wins this war and if you're smart you'll re-"*SMACK!!* My head whips to the side during what I think is my grand speech as your slap connects somewhat hard across my face. I stumble a little bit, my heels wobble against the floor while I clutch my stinging cheek. Still, I don't want to give you enough time to climb off of my oversized custom bed and if the silk sheets weren't inviting enough, I try to keep you there by lunging towards you. I aim to drive my shoulder into your mid-section as I try to tackle you back down to the bed beneath me, realizing it's a risk if you move out of the way. "Ты всего лишь марионетка или пешка в их игре..."

Tricki_Nikki: It seems like perhaps I have triggered you with my words, going on with your little monologue until a swift slap across your cheek shuts you up and makes you stumble back a step. I see the fire in your eyes, as you are surely not accustomed to being interrupted mid-speech, much less interrupted by a slap to the face! You immediately look like a feral cat, ready to just pounce on me! And you don't disappoint!! But I am not going to just wait to get pounced upon! I roll on the bed and let you tackle the posh mattress and satin sheets instead!!! I turn back toward you, and try to roll atop your back. My mound would press against your upturned ass, and my chest smearing into your upper back. I want to draw my knees in against your thighs to keep those long legs in check, while I try to wrap my right arm under your chin and around your throat ..."You got part of my story right, but the rest you are just guessing. You don't know me. But you will before this night is over, comrade! Now, you will tell me where your drone tech lab is. The hug of the Russian drone operation, where the guidance chip storage is on site. Taking this place down will grind the offensive to a halt. And YOU are the one providing the warehousing, the shipping, all the logistics for them. I know you know....so start talking!"

Odintcova: I indeed try to pounce on you like a feral cat and I fully expect to feel your body struggling beneath me, instead you slip out of the way at the last moment. I pounce the silk sheets and face-plant against one of my fluffy pillows, giving you more than enough time to climb on top of me. Your body is so close, it feels like you're melding against my backside as I immediately start to struggle and squirm. I rub my round, toned ass back against your covered mound, kicking my legs wildly as I try to make it difficult for you to control my lower body. Your breasts mushroom against my spine and once again I can feel your hot breath and voice so close to my ear and neck. Your arm wraps around behind my chin, trapping me in a rear naked choke as I immediately cough and struggle for air. "Unghh... Y.. You think the Russian offensive hinges on my drone lab? Ahahaha... нелепый!" I can't help but laugh, wasting precious oxygen while I'm in your chokehold. Still, I'm not about to make things easy for you as I clench my shoulders as hard as I can on your arm, trying to lessen the pressure on my windpipe. Both of my hands grab at your forearm as well, digging my nails into your flesh as I try to pry your arm away to create some breathing room. My strong legs flex and I dig my toes into the mattress for leverage as I thrash about. "My drone lab is underneath Kiev... Zelensky is my biggest buyer..." I growl, who knows if I'm telling the truth but I hope to throw you for a loop, just long enough for me to send a sudden blind elbow back in your direction. I push off of the mattress, throwing my body to the side, not caring if I throw you off of the bed completely in the struggle.

Tricki_Nikki: ARRHH! Your nails dig into my forearm to loosen my choke just enough to allow you to take in a few deep breaths. Your lies about Kiev enrage me. But they distract me enough for you to use your free arm to swing back and land a bludgeoning blow into my ribs...UHNNNN!! I rise up in a back mount on reflex losing the choke, and just as I do you push off the bed with your leg and twist your lingerie clad frame toward the side of the bed, and off I go, falling over the edge of the bed to hit the floor below with an audible THUD!!! Ummmf!! I blink and roll away from the bed once, twice, trying to avert an immediate follow up from you as I try to kneel up and scramble to my feet as fast as I can after your skilled little escape

Odintcova: I almost feel bad about the way my elbow connects against your ribs sharply but I'm also finding the whole experience exhilarating. I grin triumphantly when I manage to push your body right off of the bed as I immediately sit upright and gaze down at you with predatory eyes. I rub my neck, not too sore from your choke and then fix my hair before readying myself for another attack. I stomp my feet down near your laying position, hoping to trample you and keep you in place but you're too quick to roll away from me, scrambling away in a panic. "Mmm, where are you going Nikita? Retreat is not an option here... Go ahead, open those double doors..." I laugh, knowing you'll be immediately apprehended by my guards. Clearly your plan was to get me alone and now that I am actually alone, you seem to be out of your depth, or at least that's how it appears to me. I stand up quickly and stalk towards you, hoping to catch you before you're fully able to stand upright. Both of my hands lash out for your blonde hair, hoping to secure a firm grasp so that I can pull your face towards me, aiming to smother you right up against my tits before you can stand hopefully. "Твой план провалился... Просто приходи работать на меня..."

Tricki_Nikki: I let out a sigh of relief as you did indeed swing around to try and stomp your feet atop my body before I barely rolled out of the way in time. Rising up, I am nearly upright when you grab at my hair and force my face into your ample cleavage...mmmmmfff My reply to your offer to work for you is muffled between your Russian orbs!! Mmmmffff My hands blindly to to your hips as I am leaning forward with my face buried, and my ass is thrust back, my buns shaking as I struggle. Both my hands grasp the black fabric of your lacey panties, and I lift UP as best as I can in an attempt to both butt and crotch floss your most intimate assets as deep as I can !!! I am cursing you with my nostrils flaring, inhaling the sweet scent of your body lotion and perfume as I struggle hard. hoping the sudden...intrusion in your nethers will force you to relinquish your hold on my hair

Odintcova: I manage to catch you by the hair just like I planned as I immediately start to smother your pretty face in my deep valley of Russian cleavage. Every breath your reddened face takes is laced with the subtle scent of my perfume as I try to keep you held tight enough to my chest that you're able to hear my heartbeat. "Mmm, stop struggling... Your cover is blown and you're in foreign lands... Your only hope of survival rests in my hands... Why resist, why try to hurt me? I'm the only thing that can keep you safe at this point... Your agency has probably already disowned you... From this moment forth, I shall own you instead..." I growl, continuing to taunt you now that I'm smothering you. My eyes glance over your shoulder, loving the way you thrust your ass back and wiggle it. Almost like you're trying to give one of the many hidden cameras in my room a show. No doubt my security is already watching the show and yet they dare not intrude on my fun. I keep one hand laced in your hair while my other hand reaches behind your back to give your ass a smack followed by a possessive squeeze. "Встреча со мной станет лучшим событием в твоей жизни... Just stop struggling Nikita... It's ov-AHHHHHHHH!" I continue to taunt, obviously feeling powerful in the position only to be interrupted by you creatively weaponizing my panties against me. "Ahnnhhh... Nhnhh... Fuckkk!" The sudden upwards pressure forces me up to the tips of my toes as you use my panties to split my cheeks and lips simultaneously like an iron curtain. My perpetual smirk evaporates in favor of a pained expression as I release your hair in favor of reaching down for your hands. Slapping and clawing at them wildly while my hips wriggle. My legs are shaky, forced to back away as my hands just to try to alleviate the pressure on my most intimate assets. "Отпусти, шлюха!"

Odintcova:

Tricki_Nikki: The move works!! I feel your ample cleavage peel away from my face as you swear at me in Russian. Judging by the look on your face, you are feeling the pain, maybe a hint of pleasure and a truck load of irritation! My guess is you attain conquest over women without much of a struggle; By your beauty, your social status, your ...element of danger. One of all three combined, and I am guessing most females bend the knee with haste. But I am not most women. I am fighting for a cause, and I will not be subdued nor tamed easily! You pull, slap and claw my hands, and I pull back toward myself and hear ..RPPPRRRRRRIP!!! and your dainty little black panties come off in my hands, making me stagger back a step. I blink for a moment, then regain my bearings as I say "Кто теперь шлюха, стоящая передо мной полураздетая?" I smirk and toss your tattered panties to the side, as I put my hands up defensively, bending my knees , waving you on "Come on , Vik. Show me how a girl with no cause but for greed fights for what she wants!"

Odintcova: I frantically slap and claw at your hands, desperate to make you let go but it seems to have the opposite effect as you tear my panties right off of me, punishing my nether regions as a result. "Aynhh... Fuckk..." I groan in pain yet also humiliation as you leave me standing there bottomless. The proud oligarch and socialite stripped down to a half-naked whore as you say. It's true, I'm not used to being treated like this at all but I also don't let it get to me as I make no effort to cover myself up. Instead I raise my arms into a defensive stance, mirroring your own as I glare across into your eyes. My mound on full display, soft folds glistening in the light as it's clear I remain excited by the whole thing. "Mmm, so this is what you wanted Nikita? If you wanted me to undress, you could have just asked nicely..." I tease, moving my hands out of my stance in favor of reaching around behind my back to unclasp my bra. It's clear I want to deny you the satisfaction of removing my last piece of clothing, that or I don't want you to weaponize it against me once more. My breasts bounce freely on full display, flashing you with my nipples as they both point at you somewhat threateningly. I don't let you admire the view for long though as I suddenly whip my discarded bra towards your face. I hope to blind or distract you temporarily, at least enough to obscure my move as I lunge towards you, aiming a hard balled up fist towards your stomach! "Жадность — отличный стимул... Как, по-твоему, люди в Москве поднимаются наверх?"

Tricki_Nikki: Relieving you of your bottoms feels like a great coup! One that might just throw you off your game to allow me to subdue you even faster than I had hoped. But instead, it seems to have the opposite effect. You remove your own bra instead, and when your admittedly magnificent bare breasts bounce into view, and I take in the stunning look of your entirely naked body. That momentary distraction allows you to toss your bra into my face, and I bat it away, just before you drill your tightly packed fist into my core, making a gust of air blast past my parted lips as I fold over your fist. Damn...she hits hard!! But I have to fight back. I just bullrush forward as I am folded over, hoping to jam my shoulder into your midsection as my now bare feet pitter pat the floor. I want to drive you back and into the wall behind you "Я победю тебя и выполню свою миссию!"

Odintcova: My eyes light up when I watch my bra whip across your face, obscuring your vision just long enough for me to slam my fist into your core. I expect you to double over and my other hand is quick to grab for your hair as I once again try to control your head. Still, I don't expect your folded body to go bull-rushing towards me in such a manner as your shoulder drives into my mid-section... "Ох, блядь!" I grunt in surprise but instead of letting you push me on the back foot, I simply brace myself for the inevitable fall. I allow my whole body to teeter over, doing my best to try and pull you down on top of me as I try to maintain a firm grasp of your hair. I spread my thighs and kick my legs up, hoping to catch you between them as I try to scissor your midriff. The warmth and wetness between my thighs trying to press up and rub against the same spot I punched moments earlier...

Tricki_Nikki: I rush into you, but you teeter back instead of staggering to the wall as I had hoped. HNN! I feel your grasp on my golden mane as you bring me to the floor with you as you fall. Your hold in my hair and me resisting the fall blunts the force of your impact as I slump to my knees, grabbing at your wrist and hand in my hair....NNNN!! and just then your long legs coil around my middle and I feel the heat of your Russian sex against the fist imprinted welt on my belly!! Ummmfff I feel the power of your legs as I close my eyes tightly and bare and grit my teeth from the intense pressure!! My ass cheeks rest on my upturned heels and I feel the sweat from the struggle beading up on my mostly exposed skin. I am frozen in place for the moment. unable to move or think clearly, feeling like a fly trapped in a Russian spider's web!! UHnnnfff!!!!!

Odintcova: I indeed try to maintain my control of your golden mane as my nails rake across your scalp in the struggle. As we fall, my wrist seems to be your main focus, allowing me more than enough time to coil my legs around you just like I had planned. My pussy presses right up against the welt against your stomach, my wetness stinging your skin further as I clamp my thighs shut and cross one ankle over the other behind your back. If I had more control over your head, I'd surely try to pull your face down into my tits again, this time with no bra in the way, it'll be even easier to smother that smug look off of your American face. Still, you deny me this as you continue to fight with my arms, forcing me to release your hair in favor of smacking my hands against yours. I try to deny you a firm grip, hoping I can be the one to grab your wrists instead but that's hardly a priority for me. My arms are just a distraction and it's my long, strong legs that seek to do all the damage right now. I immediately pour on the pressure, flexing my legs and clenching them all around your sides, wanting to hamper your breathing as well as control your movements. I twist my hips to the side suddenly, hoping to roll us over to our sides and take away any more leverage you have. "Mmm, you've lost... You've failed in your mission... You only have two choices ahead of you... Either you submit, enjoy my hospitality, maybe even come work for me or... Ты можешь просто сгнить в ГУЛАГе до конца своих дней..."

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Tricki_Nikki: If there were score cards or judges, I surely would not be scored as winning this fight right now. Ughnnn! you use your strong lower half to toss me over to my back, with your steel-like legs coiled around me. I face you, and blink my eyes, unable to believe how powerful these legs of yours really are! But I cannot give in. With my right-hand slapping and fighting with yours, my left hand reaches out to try and palm strike under your chin, with my arm locking at the elbow was I push, trying to crane and strain your neck backward! I need to distract you from just punishing me and wearing me down between your thighs. "Let go....I ....I could do this all day!" I try to put as much confidence into the statement as I can, perhaps even more for my benefit to hear it than yours. The battle has slowed to a war of attrition on the floor, and I very much want to get back up to my feet to face you once again!

Odintcova: I've indeed studied wars of attrition and I know if I can just retain my hold, I'll be able to ultimately wear you down. Like many others before you, you've over-extended yourself into a Russian winter. Although in this case, I intend to keep you warm, demonstrated by the vice-like grip I maintain around your midsection, I squeeze and drive my hips forward, practically humping as well as grinding against your injured stomach. I clearly want to add insult to injury in the position as I know it's probably humiliating for you. My one hand fights with yours while the other free one slips through my guard, allowing you to land your palm strike beneath my chin. "Черт возьми!" My head whips back, hitting it against the floor. It leaves me partially dizzy and forces me to stare up at the ceiling and yet I remain determined. I answer your attack by twisting my hips more to the side, still doing my best to constrict my legs around you like a python. My other free hand once again tries to grab for your wrist as I try to pry your hand away from my chin. The moment the pressure lessens, I'll try to bend my neck in your direction, determined to keep my eyes on you at all times. As much as I want to continue scissoring you, I'm also open to changing positions and as you lay on your back, I try to to scoot my hips to the side. If I can get on top of you, I'll try to transition from a scissor to more of a straddling position. My head and neck ache a bit but I'm still fully focused on trying to get your wrists under control... "Вы ничего не должны Украине... Когда война закончится, всем станет лучше..."

Tricki_Nikki: I land the palm strike and strain your neck. I get what I want when I feel the power in your scissor hold relent, but it is a glass half empty situation. While you stop crushing my middle, you use your legs to roll me to my back and get into a naked mount atop me, straddling my still bra and panty clad frame. I gasp from your weight that keeps me from truly getting my breath back, and my arm is now out of range to apply the pressure needed under your chin. I am tired of being bullied and roughed up by this arrogant, Russian vixen!! Planting my bare feet on the floor, with my knees bent, I try to buck my hips upward to peel my sweaty butt cheeks off the floor for a hard bridge, hoping to hit the eject button before you can secure my arms in your superior top mount position..."«Отстань от меня, русская корова!"

Odintcova: I manage to mount you and straddle your midsection, all the while my arms fight with yours. I try to retain my grip of your wrists and pin them down to the floor with gravity on my side. I keep rubbing myself against your injured stomach before I try to scoot forward, hoping to slip up and mount your breasts instead. Before I can really secure my position though, you immediately bend your knees as you buck up and bridge beneath me. "Nnnh... Stop struggling... You want me to leave you alone? You don't know what that means!" I growl, trying to make you see sense, even as you succeed in ejecting me from your body before I can secure my position. Once again I fall to my side against the floor, my shoulder absorbing most of the impact, my legs remain somewhat loose around your midriff. "Чего ты не понимаешь? Я нужен тебе, чтобы выбраться отсюда живым. У тебя нет никаких рычагов давления — вообще никаких... Просто делай, как я говорю!"

Tricki_Nikki: Your security is much heavier than initial reports suggested. You have at least three times the mercenaries on the property as expected. While I am a great spy, and great at getting myself into places I have no business being, this mission is on another level. My modest hand to hand combat skills are not serving me well so far, as the Russian oligarch has thus far had control. I was unable to bring even the smallest of weapons through the front door due to the metal detectors, pat downs and the x ray scanning tunnel at the entrance. That should have alone given me pause to know I might be in over my head flying solo here. I do get you off me, but you keep reminding me of my precarious situation, which is not helping with my focus. I finally push off your looseen leg and roll the opposite way. I rise up and my eyes dart around the room, wondering where you stash your weapons. The desk! I see it on the other side of the large room, where the corner of the massive room seems to double as your study. I make a break for the desk, hoping I am right, and I am hoping I can procure some of that 'leverage' if there is a piston hiding in one of the drawers!

Odintcova: It's true, I have many mercenaries employed as security in my home, not to mention I have connections with the police and government. Even if you somehow escape my estate, no place in the city would truly be safe for you. While I hope to keep you subdued beneath my naked body and make you see reason, you manage to slip free of my grasp and roll away. Instead of chasing you right away, I let out a little bit of a sigh as I slowly dust myself off and rise to my feet. My hand rubs my neck and head, still a little dazed from your earlier palm strike as I simply fix my hair and watch as you go searching for my stash of weapons. I honestly don't know what you expect to find and I immediately start to bite down on my bottom lip once you start to open the drawer of my desk. "Что ты делаешь... Что ты ищешь!?" I gasp as once you open the drawer, you're greeted with all sorts of 'weapons' but probably not the kind you expect. All sorts of sex toys seem to be on display in the drawer as my bedroom isn't quite the place for business you think it is, after all there seems to be a swing suspended from the ceiling. The 'piston' you had in mind appears to be a strap-on but aside from that the drawer is filled with gags, collars, leashes, vibrators and other peculiar devices. "Well done detective... You've found my stash alright..." I tease you, still making no effort to cover up my naked body as I stand by the bed. Of course this entire fight could be over the moment I press the intercom for my security right next to the bed but my thumb simply lingers over the button for now, still not pressing it quite yet. "You're trapped here... You know this right? Even if there had been a gun in there, do you think threatening my life would get you out of here?"

Tricki_Nikki: My eyes widen as drawer after drawer is filled with strap ons, vibrators, vibrating strap ons, .....cuffs, leashe, whips, lube, ball gags.....it is a menagerie of bondage and S&M accessories! My eyes flash to you as you drift your finger over the button to call in your goons. I straighten up, and nod. "You have the leverage, no doubt. But this battle is not over. " I say as I step toward you, reaching behind my back to unclasp my bra, sliding it off my shoulders. Then I hook my fingers into the sides of my panties, sliding them down as my bare breasts dangle off my chest. Rising up to my feet, I place my hands on my hips thrusting my chest out proudly. My trimmed little blonde strip rests atop my mound. Shaking my blonde hair up and back over my shoulders. "Cpme on then. One of us is going down. Maybe in more ways than one!" I try to be as calm and cool as I can, hoping the confidence will put you off your game

Odintcova: I can't help but laugh as you continue to open drawers only to be greeted by more 'weapons'. What you thought was a study happens to serve as more of a personal interrogation room compared to the one you visited earlier in the evening. "Did you have fun searching around?" I ask teasingly, my thumb continues to circle, play and tease that emergency call button without actually pressing it. I roll my eyes at first when you say the battle isn't over but when you start to actually strip down, I'm inclined to agree. My eyes break eye-contact in favor of wandering over your admittedly gorgeous frame. My teeth sink into my bottom lip that much harder as a result, clearly liking what I see. Your confidence doesn't exactly put me off my game but it certainly excites me further, enough that my hand abandons the emergency call button in its entirety. Slowly but surely I move towards you, swaying my hips with each step while my eyes seemingly try to peer into your soul. Without so much as a word, I press my naked body against yours, aiming to wrap you up in my arms and secure another passionate kiss against your lips. My bare breasts mushroom against yours, my nipples stab into your flesh while I also buck my hips forward, wanting to feel that little blonde strip against my smooth, waxed skin... I don't know if you were expecting me to start swinging once I got in range of you but I make it pretty clear what I want by hungrily making out with you instead. My body surges forward, stepping into you continually as I try to back you up in the direction of that desk you so thoroughly explored.

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Tricki_Nikki: Perhaps if I can land one clean, clipping punch across your jaw, I could knock you out cold, and have a run of the place until I figure a way out. You close into range, and our eyes lock. My clenched fist hesitates, and soon your naked body slams into mine with an audible SLAP of impact ringing out from the collision! You embrace me tight, with our nude bodies glued together while we go to war. A sensual phase of battle unfolds, as our tongues wrestle, our stiff nips joust in close, my trimmed muff smearing against your slippery smooth sex. My bare feet skid across the floor with each slam of your hips against mine, like a boxer being driven into the ropes, I feel the desk against my lower ass cheeks and upper thighs, nearly sat upon it as I get an idea...Uuhh..I moan into your mouth as I stop resisting and let you hip thrust me into that seated position on the edge of the domination desk. Just then, my own legs part wide as I grab at your hair suddenly! I want to wrap my thighs around you and lock my ankles behind you together tightly, looking for a little scissor hold payback, while leaning back on the desk after breaking the kiss, as I try to stuff that gorgeous face between the valley of my sweaty cleavage...."Payback...HNNN! is a bitch....and so am I!!"

Odintcova: I'm barely even trying to fight you at this point as I'm overcome with lust after our long struggle and from the sight of finally seeing your naked body. It's a body I want to feel against my own and my wish immediately comes true once I press myself against you. I hold you in my arms, my hands eagerly exploring your naked body as I caress your back before reaching down to give your blonde butt a nice squeeze. At the end of the day I feel like I hold all the leverage in this position and I don't actually want to send you off to some gulag... No, I'd rather keep you right here with me, so long as I can convince you to see reason at least. So far my words haven't really gotten through to you but now my tongue tries to get through to you in another way as it attempts to wrestle and pin yours to the roof of your mouth. I press my hips flush against yours, circling them slowly with each forward step. I do the same with my shoulders, the act causes my breasts to jostle against yours with more intensity as my nipples surge forward, determined to gain ground and invert your pair. I push you right up to the edge of the domination desk and soon you end up on top of it. This fills me with confidence and almost makes it seem like you're willing to give in and become mine. You'll be a captured foreign asset but you won't spend your days being tortured, no, you'll have a prized position here as my pet. Of course my mind is focused on all of these things, unaware of the fact that you still wish to fight. By the time I realize it, your thighs are already around my waist, clamping around me while your ankles cross behind my back. "Unhhh... Не так грубо... Mmmphh.. Mmmphh..!" I protest a little bit when our kiss breaks but then my voice is interrupted by you smothering my face down in your chest.

Odintcova: You indeed get revenge as you lock me in the exact combination I wished to achieve when we were on the floor. My face reddens a little bit as I try to inhale against your breasts. "Mmmphh.. Mmphh..." My hands smack against the desk as I try to push myself up to try and create some breathing room. I twist my hips, thrashing about while also trying to turn my head to the side, determined to create a pocket of air. "Mmmphh.. Mmphh..." Whatever I'm trying to say is lost between your tits, the soundwaves send little audible reverberations through your chest.

Tricki_Nikki: For the first time in a long time, I feel I have you on your back foot!! Your hot breath bathes my skin between my bare breasts, and my pussy and trimmed little strip rub and smear against your flexing abs. I must fight and defeat her...for the USA...for Ukraine....for justice!!! Leaning back and really pouring the pressure with my legs to your core, I try to rob you of your precious air, which in turn will rob your strong muscles of their fuel. You are slightly bigger, definitely a little stronger, and I am fighting on your home field. All advantages are yours. But I have my determination!! My eyes look back as I shake with effort to hold onto your head and torso, seeing the open drawer and the variety of sizes of dildo' for the black harness. My imaginaton runs wild first of using one of them on you as you are bent over this desk, then my mind drifts to you using one on me!! I blink and shake my head clear. You do have a succubus effect...but I will resist you, and I will come out of this battle on top, with the intel I need to take down this ill-gotten empire of yours once and for all..."Relent, and know you are beating, Vik!!" I hiss out at you as my nostril flare for breath with the effort I am pouring into the holds...HNNNN!!!!

Odintcova: You indeed have me at a disadvantage as your arms and legs slowly sap away my oxygen as well as my will to fight. I try my best to remain focused, to breathe in where I can but no matter which way I turn my head, there's more of your breasts to inhale against. "Mmmphh... Mmmphh..." My face reddens, suckling against your skin, breathing your perfume. My body covered in a thin layer of sweat and despite my potential size and strength advantage, I feel somewhat helpless as I'm wrapped up in your limbs atop the desk. My mind wanders as well, thinking about the toys in the drawer beneath us although I try not to imagine you as the one wearing the harness. Everything I've built over the years, my empire isn't going to come crashing down just because some seductive blonde forced her way into my room during a party, it can't end like this..." I try to steel my resolve, even as I weaken in your grasp. I can feel you pouring everything you have into the holds and it's then my demeanor changes. Rather than struggling, I press my lips outward, kissing your breasts, lapping my tongue against your sweaty skin. Maybe it seems like a submissive act from someone like me but I also hope it'll distract you. I try to move my head just enough to align my lips with a nipple as I suckle it, dabbing it with my tongue ever so slightly. My hands no longer push against the desk and instead seek out a different objective. I use one defensively, trying to loosen your grip of my head just a little bit so that I can sneak a breath or two. Meanwhile my other hand reaches down between your legs, not even attempting to pry your thighs loose of my midsection. Instead my fingers slowly brush through that thin strip of blonde hair, wiggling and teasing their way down as I start to rub them along your folds gently. "Mmmphh.. Mmphh..." My Russian voice still muffled, teasing your nipples with my lips as I try to speak, letting further audible vibrations rush through your body...

Tricki_Nikki: I feel the moment you stop struggling. I think I have her!! Your moans of struggle and resistance give way to submissiveness that is quite frankly unexpected but not unwelcome. Your hand on my arm, as your lips and tongue start to worship my bare breasts. Perhaps I am going to get out of this after all. I have turned many women, and men into total simps for me in the past. I just thought defeating you in a fight would be the only way out of this mess I am in. Yet, here you are, suckling my nips like it was your job, but then I feel your fingers slide between us and you start massge my soaking wet folds. OOOoooo I let out a gasp and the power in my legs and hold on your head ...it ebbs noticeably as you touch the right button. "N-No...I .....I......can't " I am talking to myself more than you as with a caress of your flingers and a lashing of your tongue, some of my resolve melts away . My body trembles and shivers as my thighs part just a little, involuntarily allowing your fingers better access . Uuhhnn...another moan and I feel I am on a slippery slope. I know what you are going, yet it feels so good, my body is betraying me. My head shakes left, then right ,as if I were actually physically trying to keep you from taking up residence between my ears. My chest rises and falls with desperate breasts, and my thighs part a bit wider. I need you off of me, as my advantage is well and gone by now. I unhook my legs and your head, palming your forehead and pushing as best as I can as I try to sit up, my abs flex as I try to get off my back and make your lips lose their purchase off my chest...NNNNNN!!

Odintcova: If you simply kept scissoring and smothering me, I would have been subdued but my gambit seems to pay off in the heat of the moment. I hungrily kiss, lick and suckle your breasts, trying not to focus on the humiliation angle of worshipping your tits. When it comes to oligarchs, the ends often justify the means and it's no different in this case. My fingers continue to trace themselves along your wet lips, dragging them back and forth while I feel your thighs quiver along with your resolve. Slowly but surely your grip loosens, allowing my fingers more room to maneuver as I slowly wriggle two of them inside of you. I push them in and out, tapping against your inner walls while my thumb works your clit. I grind it and circle it, like I'm trying to fingerfuck your patriotism right out of you. You palm at my forehead, now trying to push my hungry lips away from your chest as you struggle on my domination table. My face slides upward, trying to gorge myself on the smooth sensitive skin of your neck but it's difficult with your pushing. I straighten my legs, no longer feeling you scissor my waist as instead my kitty is aligned with yours. My one hand continues its important work, even as you sit upright, while my other hand tries to grasp your hip, wanting to keep you pulled somewhat closely against me and unable to escape my table. "You can't? Oh yes you can Nikita... Stop thinking about the past and instead focus on a new world here with me... Your agency has already disowned you at this point I'm sure... There's no going back to that... Останься со мной..."

Tricki_Nikki: You are giving me a proper finger blasting at this point, and my eye lids feel heavy as my hand slips off your sweaty forehead. I am forced to throw my palms back on the desk, slightly tilting backward as you stand on the floor by the desk, and the slurping sound of your fingers working my Ukrainian American pussy fills the room. If I could have resisted your erotic offensive a little while longer, I may have been able to snuff the rest of the fight out of you and had you eating out of my palm once you woke. But now, I am reverting back to plan D...or however many plans on I am on at this point as each time I think I have an angle, you shut the door on it. This time, shutting it with a lock. The pleasure from your pumping Russian fingers is washing over my body, from my toes to my hairline. Propping on one hand, my left hand reaches up trying to wrap it around your slender throat, hoping to squeeze and cut off your air the old-fashioned way!! "Finger..Fingers...out...." I say, half demand, half pleading is the tone that escapes my lips

Odintcova: I continue to wriggle those Russian rockets inside of you, pushing my fingers in and out while my thumb continually works your clit. I know you're in trouble, I can see it in your heavy-lidded, lust filled eyes, you're out of it at this point. You can barely sit upright as you nearly collapse down atop the domination desk. Still, you put up resistance as I feel your hand wrap around my throat suddenly. "Ughh... Gluckk.. Unghh.." I cough, using my other hand to grab at your wrist to try and reduce the pressure of your choke. Actually your sudden choke just seems to excite me even further, even while I clench my shoulders to try and mitigate the pressure. The fingers of my other hand indeed withdraw as I hold my arm to the side, letting you see your juices glistening all over my deft digits. "F..Fingers out... Strappy in..." I tease, my wet hand slips down into the desk drawer to pull out the harness as I slam it down on the desk beside you. "Перестань мне сопротивляться... Мы оба хотим одного и того же, Никита..."

Tricki_Nikki: I throttle you, but without much power to back it up. You reach and slam the harness next to me, and I know it is now or never. My defeat is nearing. I will fight to the last of my will. I groan and sit up pushing on your throat instead of squeezing. I try to push you back enough to get my feet on the floor after blushing hard, looking at your Nikki coated Russian digits. I pull my hand from your throat as I stand on shaking legs, and with a groan of effort, I throw a closed fist punch toward the side of your jaw, hoping to feel that clink of connection!! I need to find that off switch!! I hope the move catches you off guard, because if it doesn't .....I don't even think about that as I try to land the hope and a prayer blow to save my ass. Literally! HNNNNNN!!

Odintcova: I'm so filled with lust for you at this point that fighting is really the last thing on my mind. I'm so sure you've fallen under my spell and that you're ready to have an amazing night. We can figure out where you fit into my operation going forward but I meant what I said, I'd keep you safe here even if your agency disowns you for failing the mission. I let you push against my throat, pushing me backwards a little bit while my hand grasps your wrist lightly. My other hand grabs a thick looking dildo to go along with the harness as I place that on the table as well, the toy is red, white and blue but it doesn't represent America. It's three stripes, just like the Russian federation flag and I think it's symbolic of the fact that I'm going to turn you. I let you rise to your feet on shaky legs while my eyes continue to peer into yours, smiling at you. "Don't worry Nikita... This is the right choice. I will show you my whole operation, you'll see that I'm not the monster you think I am..." I say trying to reassure you and when your hand moves away from my throat, I misread the situation. I feel like you're opening yourself up for a kiss, so I lean in, pressing my lips out for yet another deep, passionate make-out session. Only for your fist to suddenly connect with my jaw out of nowhere. The blows you don't see coming are always the most dangerous and your boxer training is evident as you indeed flip that off switch. My whole body teeters to the side and then I collapse down against the floor, totally knocked silly by your sudden sucker punch...

Tricki_Nikki: I felt that connection all the way up my arm. I see your gorgeous eyes glaze over after the sweat sprays off your face and hair, and ....that one got her right on the button!! That clipping KO blow I was looking for!! I feel a little moaning gasp leave my lips as I see your naked body sprawled out on the floor, knocked for a loop!!! But you are not fully out it seems, so I stagger to your head and then kneel down, pressing my ass and pussy right atop your face reverse style. I want to smother any strength and banish any thoughts of another rally from your mind! I want you out cold and under me!!! The symbolism of topping you as your naked, stretched out and nearly defeated body under me makes me shiver."Yes.....this is more like it!" My own erotic haze lifts, as I start to feel my desire...my patriotism...my will to fight returning!! Sitting tall and pretty atop your face with your nose burrowed between my smothering cheeks, and my wet pussy smearing against and sealing off your lush lips...it is just, perfect. My hands go to my hips as I look down and back at your closed eyes, I left uncovered just in case they open. I want you to drink in the view of a Ukrainian American ass as the first thing you see. "Now, let's finish you off so the real interrogation can begin!"

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Odintcova: I really thought I had gotten through to you, like somehow I'd seduced you away from your mission. In truth, I was the one who was distracted and now I'm paying the price for it as my naked body lays sprawled out against the floor. I'm totally knocked out and for a moment I really have no clue where I am, even as you suddenly mount my face. I lay there unconscious, your pussy rubbing against my lips while my nose disappears between your cheeks. "Mmmphh... mMmphh..." My voice muffled as I slowly start to wake up, working my lips against your pussy as I try to speak, teasing your folds with further audible vibrations. My eyes open, focusing on your blonde booty as it covers my face. I blink a few times in disbelief, staring up at your back and smug looking face. "Mmmphhh.. Nnno... Слезь с меня..." I plead beneath you. My arms and legs feel like jelly, I can hardly move them while my head aches, feeling like my bedroom is spinning around me. I slowly try to lift my arms, weakly smacking my palms against your cheeks. My legs slowly kicking, slowly scraping against the floor...

Odintcova:

Tricki_Nikki: Mission Success is in my grasp....at least my new mission of saving my own ass! I feel your hot breath and feel the vibrations of your panic-laden, smother muffled voice under me. Your weak slaps and struggles tell me you are in deep trouble. Ears deep in trouble! My hands reach down to punitively slap down on and to squeeze your upturned, sweaty globes in both hands! The titflesh oozes between my spread wide fingers while I shake my head no..."No escape for you this time, villainess!" I make the proclamation so you can hear it!!! I need to put you out so I can find a way out of this room and off the grounds before anyone is the wiser. Arching my back a little as I work and twerk your face, like giving a lap dance you never paid for "It's only a matter of time now, Vik. You nearly had me. But almost winning a fight is called LOSING..." I want to heap on as much humiliation as I can right now before you go under to try and keep you out for as long as posible

Tricki_Nikki:

Odintcova: I still don't understand your plan really, even if you knock me out or take me hostage in my room, I still have no idea how you'll actually escape from my minions, let alone leave the country. Yet worrying about your plan or even trying to talk through it all with you is impossible given my position. "Mmmphh.. mMmmphh..." Whatever I'm trying to say isn't in English or Russian, it's in a language only your pussy can understand as I work my lips beneath it. Your weight presses down fully against my face, smothering me, cutting off my air supply. My body so sore from the earlier sudden knockout that I don't really have the strength to shake you, I just spank your ass, pawing at your cheeks a little bit in an effort to create some breathing room. I feel you grope my breasts, my nipples angrily stab up into your palms as I'm forced to moan out more precious oxygen. "Ahnhhh.. MMnhhhhhhnh NNhhyhahhh.!" I cry out beneath you. Still, I may not have the strength but I can still try to finish what I started... I know you must be close... I could feel it all over my fingers earlier... It's then that I start to lap my tongue up and down along your lips, tracing your folds. I soon surge it up inside of you, trying not to focus on the humiliation of the act but more on the results, hoping I can at least distract you or give you pause from knocking me out completely... Still, with each twerk, it forces more of my oxygen to escape as my aching head bounces down against the floor...

Odintcova:

Tricki_Nikki: I know I have you near defeat. But then your tongue starts to come to life, giving my pussy a good Russian tongue lashing! UHNN!! I gasp and my eyes close then blink..."No...you don't ...." I release your globes and lean over for a full blown 69 position. my hands on your thighs to keep them parted wide, while I start to use your own unhooded clit like an erotic punching bag. Flicking my tongue back and forth like a snake, with my nose dabbing between your folds. My pussy and part of my ass are still nestled atop your face, and it seem there will be one more duel after all you stubbornly refuse to go out!!! "Упрямая шлюха. Я выбью твою слабую русскую вагину!"

Tricki_Nikki:

Odintcova: I wasn't necessarily trying to start another duel, it just seemed like my only option in the position, that or let myself pass out beneath you. My tongue-lashing seems to be successful at first, I can feel you quivering atop my face, almost immediately giving me some more breathing room so that I don't pass out completely. Still, I expect you to climb off of me or to pull away in surprise, I certainly don't expect you to turn this into some sort of 69 contest. "Mmphh... Wh.. What are.. Yahnnhh..." I moan out as you spread my thighs and dive-in face-first, targeting my clit almost immediately. I tremble beneath you, kicking my legs a little bit before curling my toes hard in an effort to resist what you're putting me through. You beat my clit like it's a speed bag and my eyelids flutter as a result, quivering beneath you. Still, I try to step-up the attacks on my end as my hands continually spank and squeeze your ass. I push up a bit with my arms, lifting you slightly but I still keep my lips aligned to suckle your labia. I have a slightly different angle on you and I try a different approach from the one you're using on me. I part your lips and drive my tongue inside of you, tapping the tip against your inner walls as I flick it in and out. I use my bottom lip and chin to rub up against your clit, moving my jaw from side to side, grinding it while I tongue fuck you. My hands continue to squeeze your ass like I own it, even despite the sudden knockout, I still try to persevere in this last contest if I can. While maybe you have the Ukrainian national anthem blaring in your mind right now, I'm doing this to try and save the both of us. Despite everything you've done, I don't want my minions to actually hurt you at this point.. No, you're the most promising recruit I've met in years... I just need to turn you... Turn you with my tongue...

Odintcova:

Tricki_Nikki: I have you teetering on the brink of total defeat. The mission.....must complete the mission. I go over and over in my head how I must put you down. The Oligarch's are fueling Russia's war...you are but one cog in the machine. But you are an important one. One that if removed, the entire machine could grind to a halt. Your greedy hands slap then spread my cheeks wide as your stiffened tongue is acting like a miniature cock, fucking me to the point my own tongue slows. I moan against your smooth mound, and feel the tension in my body building rapidly. You did have me on the brink of a forced O just minutes before. And now, that same feeling is stirring within me. Suddenly I am not the commander of this situation. I am back to playing defense. "I..no...don't" I gasp with my lips smeared against your labia, and now my hands slide under you, grasping your ass cheeks like I am holding on for dear life!!! You have the angle, and I am slipping into the rabbit hole once again. My head is spinning and my tongue lashing is random and in focused. The Russian is rallying, and my naked body trembles, trying to keep pace as I am now on top in name only

Tricki_Nikki:

Odintcova: My head aches, I'm still dizzy from your sucker punch and lack of air from you mounting my face, yet I remain determined. The last soldier in this long war of attrition is my tongue and she's fighting hard enough to slowly rally the rest of my body. Whether it's the daze of the knockout wearing off or my body surging with lust-fueled adrenaline, my tongue continues her work, spearing up into you again and again. My tongue is long and I drive it in at an angle, tapping your inner walls, trying to reach deeper inside of you. I turn my head from side to side, smearing my lower lip and chin against your clit. I realize that's not enough as my hand reaches around in front of you as well. My thumb a familiar friend with your clit as I start to grind and circle it while I relentlessly tongue-fuck you with my Russian spear. As my tongue speeds up, yours slows down, something I'm grateful for as I'm so wet to the touch myself. I'm sure you can taste me in the same way your wetness seeps into my own tastebuds. When I feel your hands slip underneath me to grip my ass, it makes it easier for me to buck my hips up against your face. I even kick my legs up into the air, almost like I'm trying to wrap my thighs around your neck. Of course I can't really see what I'm doing, so I have no idea if I'll actually catch you. Still, if oxygen wasn't a factor, I feel like I have the better angle, something I try to demonstrate by wiggling a single finger between your cheeks, more to surprise you than anything!

Odintcova:

Tricki_Nikki: This is not exactly how I planned for this night to go. Not in the least really. Plans are good. But plans by definition are never a sure thing. If anyone were to walk in on us, the last thing they would likely imagine is that we were both fighting for our very freedom, and possibly our very lives. And erotic battle of attrition, one that the Russian vixen is rallying back to start to take control of. I nuzzle your clit with my chin as I try to paintbrush lick your folds, just before I feel the top of your fighter press the star between my cheeks! Mmmff...I moan against your muff before I lose connection of my lips with your labia, and I let out a silent scream! My body pulsated and twitches as it is taking all I have left to keep from exploding right then and there....'Damn....you....." is all I can mutter out as my entire focus and remaining energy reserves are going into holding back the damn your are determined to break! UUUhhnnnnn!!!!!!!

Tricki_Nikki:

Odintcova: I keep poking at that dam with my tongue, flicking the latch to the floodgates with my thumb as I keep rubbing you while tongue-fucking you simultaneously. My other hand squeezes your ass and simply taps my fingertip at your tight little star, a not so subtle threat as I do everything I can to try and push you over the edge. Your sucker punch was cowardly and I can't just let you win like that but the main thing motivating me is I truly believe we'll both be better off if I win this encounter. I'm the only person who can keep you safe in this entire country, win or lose, there's no way you're leaving this room without my blessing. Of course your lips and tongue are driving me crazy as well, my eyelids flutter as I try to steel my resolve throughout the contest. My thighs absolutely quivering as you lap your tongue like a paintbrush across my folds. Still, I don't abandon trying to catch your head between my legs, wanting to frame your pretty face between my thighs just to prove a point, that I'm still somehow in charge of this situation. Your tongue is barely licking as you seem to be on damage control, meanwhile mine ramps up its offensive. It's a coordinated tactical assault, my thumb and tongue launching a special operation on you. I circle my thumb clockwise then change directions on a whim, grinding your clit while my tongue surges in ever further like a bunker buster trying to pierce your depths. My other hand squeezing your ass like I own it, applying slight taunting pressure between while holding your hips flush to my face, not wanting to even allow you the chance of pulling away!

Odintcova:

Tricki_Nikki: Your greedy hands hold my ass, keeping me in place as your finger presses against my quivering rosebud. Your thumb rubbing my vulnerable and throbbing clit before I feel your thighs finally find the mark to slap against my cheeks and the sides of my head.Uhnnnn.....I know if I lose control and allow you to push me off the erotic clit, my strength will be sapped to red-line levels, even if for a short time. And a ruthless head of an international criminal organization can do a lot within that time frame!!! But despite all my efforts, my tonguing of your Russian pussy ceases, and my moans of forced pleasure fills the air. My thoughts fragment. I can't focus. My hands dig deep into your ass cheeks with my head pressed between your thighs, looking forward as I cummmmmmmmm.... flooding your face and up your arm, your upper chest.... Ukrainian American honey bathes your both as I tremble and shake, before going nearly limp atop you. My pussy is smoldering in defeat as somehow this Russian beauty overwhelmed me, even from the bottom position... "uuhh...no... can't be...." I croak out weakly with my cheeks smooshed inward from the modestly powered scissor holding my face and head in place

Tricki_Nikki:

Odintcova: My greedy hands will never let go as I hold your hips like I'm claiming new territory. I was knocked out, my limbs were nearly powerless for a while and yet my tongue succeeds where the rest of my body nearly failed. Your tongue no longer even continuing its offensive as I simply hold your face between my clenching thighs. My tired legs seemingly growing stronger the longer they hold you in place against me. Soon you're forced over the edge as you flood my face with your Ukrainian honey, I try not to let it humiliate me as I know I've conquered you at this point. My tongue lashing away, lapping up your nectar while the rest stains my face, neck and breasts. I keep licking and holding you through the aftershocks of your orgasm but it isn't long until I pivot my hips and roll us over with your face still wedged between my thighs. I move into the top position, mounting you in much the same way that you did me earlier, releasing your hips and straightening my back. My ass seals right over your face, engulfing your features as I let your nose wedge right between my cheeks. My pussy remains pressed to your lips, almost daring you to continue what you had started, if you even have the stamina at this point. I raise a hand to my head, rubbing my jaw as I'm still sore from your earlier sucker punch. "Хороший удар, Никита, но теперь ты мой..."

Odintcova:

Tricki_Nikki: I feel my power level is extremely low, along with my will to fight. You just extracted as intense of an orgasm as I can remember ever having in my life out of me, and now here I am, with my face framed by your thighs, and your wet Russian pussy smearing against my lips. I try to keep licking, moaning, licking, and repeat. Your scent fills my flaring nostrils with each labored breath. I know you are coated with my nectar and judging by the quivering your legs and your labia, you are not too far off from going over the edge too. My moans are muffled against your velvet folds, but I keep doing what I can with your smooth Russian mound literally right in my face. My hands lightly slap, squeeze and knead your flexing butt cheeks. My body trembles from both physical, mental, and sexual fatigue....mmmffffff mmmmmmmm....

Tricki_Nikki:

Odintcova: I manage to reverse our earlier position and mount your face, mostly just to prove a point about who is in charge. I smother your pretty face beneath my ass, trapping your nose deep in my cheeks while my pussy seals against your lips. "Mmnnhh... Fuck..." I moan out, my eyelids flutter as I arch my back and crane my neck up towards the ceiling. One hand reaches back for your blonde hair while my other hand playfully gropes my breasts. It's true, I'm very close to the edge but I also know that's not the winning strategy right now... As tempting as it is to have you finish me off, I know that securing my victory is more important... You'll have plenty of time to tend to my orgasms once you're disowned by your agency and living here in Moscow as my pleasure slave after all... With that thought in mind, I try to scoot myself over towards the direction of the domination desk, I shimmy my hips, dragging your face along with me between my thighs. I curl my feet inward as well, finally slipping them free of my heels earlier in the struggle as I press my soles against the back of your head. I curl my toes, trying to trap your ears like a pair of handles as I keep your face sealed in place while I slide over on the floor. I smack one palm down across your quivering sex to keep you compliant, realizing you're still probably basking in your afterglow. My other hand reaches up into the drawer of the domination desk to grab a pair of handcuffs and a collar. Hoping I can resist my own orgasm and keep you distracted long enough to apply them and seal your fate... "Mmnnhh... Не двигайся, всё скоро закончится..."

Odintcova:

Tricki_Nikki: My hands weakly paw at your ass , trying to spread the cheeks to get some kind of air with my lips smearing your wetness, my nose drilled deep between your cheeks. Your feet frame my head, feeling your soft soles against my ears. Uuhhnnnfffmmmm I moan in half pain and half pleasure you slap my still oozing mound which really makes my lips vibrate against your shuddering clit and labia...my tongue sliding in deep, in.....out.....in....out...the pain spike brings me out of that erotic haze just enough to allow me to stiffen my pink tongue so I can piston pump it in and out of your increasingly wet Russian pussy. mmmmff....my lower body squirms, my feet struggle to get traction on the floor. I use every ounce of what is left to try and make you lose your focus or force you to dismount me before your own Russian pussy explodes from overstimulation!!

Tricki_Nikki:

Odintcova: My eyelids flutter as I blink in and out of focus, moaning right up in the direction of the ceiling. I'm glad my room has soundproofing so that all the guests downstairs can't hear what is going on. Although my security detail is probably apprised of the situation at least. You piston pump your tongue inside of me, the effect it has is obvious in the way my wetness seeps into your tongue and my quivering thighs clench around you harder. My toes curl so hard they feel like they're going to cramp as I used them to clutch your ears and keep you in place. My Russian pussy is indeed close to exploding at any moment but I don't expect you to try and force me to dismount. I figured you'd want to finish the job and take advantage of my own orgasm but when you use your feet for traction and buck up, it causes my body to fall off of your face for the time being. My butt hits the floor as I remain seated beside you, still rustling around in my drawer for the cuffs and collar. The cuffs are obviously more important, while the collar is more symbolic, so the first thing I try to do is grab one of your wrists and clasp the fuzzy yet surprisingly strong cuff around one of them. They seem to be made of solid steel in the middle yet are coated in a soft red velvet so they aren't too harsh against your skin. If I'm successful, I'll try to yank your wrist in the direction of the other so that I can cuff the two of them together!

Odintcova:

Tricki_Nikki: You had such a tight seal over my lips pressed flush against your pussy and my nose was jammed tight between your buns, that I might have passed out had I kept you parked atop my face. I gasp for deep breaths as you sit beside, me, but when I feel you click one cuff around my wrist, I struggle hard as best as I can, using sweat as my ally. I try to keep my other arm away from you as I try to get up to my knees. My face is shimmering from your pre-nectar and sweat shines on every other part of my naked frame. I have one arm free, so I swing that arm down and up to try and send my flattened palm up between your thighs for a pussy slap of my own HNNN!!! knowing you have to be edging, I try to keep you from thinking about finishing the cuff job "You ....you.....just......take it" I stammer out the words as I can barely focus, but I am fighting to the last

Tricki_Nikki:

Odintcova: I manage to cuff one of your wrists but I also give you a chance to catch your breath and rise to your knees. My breasts rise and fall, my heart beats rapidly in my chest as I'm clearly exhausted, also glistening with sweat while warmth and wetness radiates from between my thighs. Despite the way I'm feeling, there's still a sense of fierce determination in my eyes as I peer across at you. I could have just had you arrested at the start but it's clear I want to have you for so much more. Still, you surprise me by aiming a sudden palm slap up between my thighs. "Aynnhhh.. Ох, блядь!" The impact sends shockwaves through my pussy and I nearly erupt on the spot but I also remain determined in the moment. Almost like you've stepped on a bear trap or something, my thighs immediately clamp shut around your hand. I do my best to hold it between my slippery, wet legs, trapping your hand against my kitty while both of my arms drag your cuffed wrist towards it. With the help of my thighs immobilizing you, I try to finally cuff your wrists together, hoping to finally get the feisty Ukrainian under control!

Odintcova:

Tricki_Nikki: My last ditch gambit fails. I slap your pussy, with light to moderate power in my condition, and it wasn't enough. Your thighs trap my free arm and then click.....both wrists are cuffed together, and I am done for. The humiliation of failure and defeat crashes over me like a tidal wave. I am kneeling before you, head bowed, my cheeks bright pink from the blush and the fatigue. My wrists trapped and bound, and at your mercy at last. I left it all on the field, but still came up short. That forced orgasm you extracted was just too much to overcome. "No...this.....can't be...." I stare down at my bound wrists, unable to fathom what will happen next now that this Russian oligarch has got the better of me. I shudder visibly at the thought

Tricki_Nikki:

Odintcova: I grin triumphantly as I've managed to cuff your wrists together, my eyes light up as I realize that you're done, that you're finally mine... "Oh yes, it can be Nikita... This was destined to happen from the moment you infiltrated this event... You're in my home, my country... You have to obey my rules... Do not despair, this is the first day of the rest of your life.. Months from now you will agree with me, this is a good thing... Тебе просто нужно привыкнуть быть моей..." I purr as I face off with you on my knees. Now that your wrists are cuffed, I'm no longer worried about being sucker punched again. My hand picks up the red leather collar, an embroidery is visible on the front, one that loosely translates to 'Miss Odintcova's Pet' as I slowly bring it up towards your throat. I also lean forward full force, pressing my breasts against yours once more as I seal a passionate kiss against your lips without being punched. The taste of your own nectar still fresh on my lips and tongue as I share that taste with you. My body leaning into you while I try to clasp the collar snugly around your neck, fully intending to keep you as mine, to save you the fate of spending the rest of your days in a gulag...

Odintcova:

Tricki_Nikki: Your words ring out in my ears. I have fallen on the bedroom battlefield. And now, I must pay the price. You lean in, smearing your full, firm breasts into mine as you press your Nikki flavored lips to mine, kissing me deep while securing the collar around my neck. No resistance is left. You have me fully defeated and subjugated right now. I feel so ...weak, and helpless as I kneel before you. The swirl of emotions keeps my head spinning...my mission failure. The many missteps I made in this battle that I replay over and over in my head. Your words are both harsh and erotic in tone. I could have defeated you and ended up in the gulag while attempting my escape. I start to rationalize that this outcome was not the worst of all possible scenarios.... rationalizing slavery as the best possible outcome. Ugghh...what ...is wrong with me.....

Tricki_Nikki:

Odintcova: At first glance it may seem like you'll spend the rest of your days as nothing more than my sex slave but that isn't entirely true, the collar is mostly symbolic, just a way for you to learn your place in my operation going forward. I kiss you deeply and passionately, obviously I've become quite taken with you despite the fact that you travelled here to mean me harm. My tongue thrusts into your mouth, keeping your own wet muscle pinned in a submissive position while I grind against your collared and cuffed form. I then break our kiss and begin to slowly rise to my feet, allowing my naked body to tower over you as I keep my hands atop your head, wanting to make sure you remain kneeling and submissive towards me. "Do not despair my Nikita... I will keep you safe here with me... This will be the best thing to ever happen to you... You wanted to learn about my operation, well you will! You'll help me with it from this day until your last days... This has nothing to do with Russia or Ukraine... It's about building a new world, a better world.... You'll come to be proud of the part you'll play!" I explain, keeping one hand on your head while my other hand once again reaches into that endless drawer of toys. I pull out a chain leash, one I clasp to your collar and then wrap around my hand. I give it a firm tug, once again pressing your pretty face right between my thighs and sealing it against my pussy... "Mmm... Но первым делом — прикончи меня..." I growl, obviously still so wet and so close... I pull your leash, keeping your face in place while I twist around and sit my butt down atop the domination desk. I make more than enough room for you between my legs as I even lift one and drape it right over your shoulder, my bare foot rubbing along your back.

Odintcova:

Tricki_Nikki: You rise up and tower over me, before walking to the domination desk to procure a leash. Seeing it, just looking it breaks me even more. When you clasp it onto my collar whilst reminding me that I am yours now, and forever, I feel almost...relief. Has she done me a favor, saving me from a life of strife, and all the physical and mental toll of being a spy? It will be nice not to have to make so many life or death decisions anymore. When you tug me by the collar with the leash right into your Superior Russian pussy face first, I inhale your scent and taste your sweetness once more. This....is not so bad. Miss Odintcova will take care of me, and I will be sure to make her happy. I kneel between your legs with one of your legs draped over my shoulder, your bare foot sliding up and down my slicked back. I eagerly, almost hungrily lap and lick at your folds, nuzzling my nose against your clit, starting my NEW mission. Performing at the pleasure of my new owner. My pink tongue stiffens as I dart it in and out of your velvet walls at speed, while my cuffed wrists rest on my thighs as a constant reminder that against this powerful woman....I never stood a chance

Tricki_Nikki:

Odintcova: I knew from the moment I saw you that I had to have you, you were totally out of place at my event and yet now I've put you in your place, where you've always belonged. I give your leash a pull and you almost immediately get to work as you seem so much more obedient now than you were earlier. Earlier I tried to resist the sensation of your talented tongue but now that you're mine, I see no need to hold back. I simply let myself enjoy the experience as I arch my back, crane my neck and moan up towards the ceiling. I thrust my chest out, keeping one hand on your leash, while my other hand gropes my breasts. Your tongue feels incredible licking at my folds, your nose poking my clit, making me squirm. "Yesss Nikita... Mmnnh... Yesss... Patriotism and nationalism is useless... It... Mmnh... Holds you back... This... This is what you'll swear allegiance to..." I purr, my hand sliding down from my breast to instead tap a single fingertip atop my pelvis. "There are no countries to fight for anymore, the only thing that matters is my pleasure..." I purr, making your life so simple, so easy compared to what you've been used to. I thrust my hips forward, half-lifting off the desk as I grind my wetness against your face. My thighs squeeze and compress inward against your cheeks while my foot drifts along your back, rubbing my toes along your spine. "Да-да... Продолжай... Ты — моя... Твоё тело — моя территория..."

Odintcova:

Tricki_Nikki: I am almost on auto pilot. Doing your bidding already seems as natural as breathing. The fight really drained me, and you have worked your way between my ears to set up shop. I nod at your words and peel my face away from your quivering pussy long enough to say....."I pledge allegiance to your perfect pussy, Miss Odintcova..." then I get right back to it. Flicking my tongue back and forth against your stiff pleasure button, with my tongue nearly a blur of motion feverishly sliding in...and out of your spread petals. I want to bring you pleasure. No...I NEED to bring you pleasure and have this mission be a success. It is all about the mission. And my new mission is doing what I am told, and right now, I know you want to feel the pleasure you have earned with your total conquest over me tonight in your chambers....one on one, and you reigned supreme mmmmfff

Tricki_Nikki:

Odintcova: I love the way you nod your head between my thighs, so agreeable as your blonde hair tickles my legs and your nose nuzzles my clit. I peer down into your eyes as I listen to you pledge allegiance, making me smile ear to ear. "Mmm, yesss Nikita... Good girl... This is what you'll fight for... This is what you'll live for going forward..." I purr, replacing your sense of nationalism with my pussy to worship. Your tongue feels incredible as you really seem to step up your technique. "AYnnhhh.. Mmnhh... Fuckkk..." I quiver and squirm atop the desk, my thighs trembling around you as I keep you wrapped up in them. My hand pulls harder and harder on your leash, choking you slightly while you continue to work your magic. "I.. Unhh.. I.. Have to thank your agency for bringing you to me... Mmm, all of that is in your past now... They'd have disowned you by now, written your very existence out of the history books... It's fine though... I will never forget you... Here, you have a purpose with me... Your past doesn't matter... Your future will be warming my bed night after night... Your days will consist of helping me with my operations... You will see... We do good things here..." I moan, wriggling my hips against your face. My eyes blink in and out of focus, your tongue like a blur across my petals. Finally I let myself go, my Russian resolve gives in as I can only stave off the inevitable for so long. "AYnnhhh.. Mmnhhh yessss... О боже, да!!!" I cry out as I finally open the floodgates, my nectar gushing all over your defeated Ukrainian face, messing up your makeup and marking you as mine... My whole body quivering atop that desk...

Odintcova:

Tricki_Nikki: Your words ring out in my head as you finally release and smear my face with hot Russian honey...the top shelf Miss Odintcova brand. I lick my lips and lick your folds, your smooth mound, your inner thighs, tidying up the mess like a good girl should. Then I kneel back, head bowed by the side of the desk, accepting my new mission of doing your bidding during the day, and warming your bed whenever you see fit. My mind wanders, wondering if you have other slaves. Or if I am the only one. Is it possible jealousy I feel, even though I do not know the answer? Of course you could have fifty female minions, and I could do nothing about it. No more thoughts of escape, or fighting you. Resisting you proved futile. And now, I know where I belong. Kneeling there, waiting to serve at your pleasure in whatever mission or task I am given. I am Nikita, former Ukrainian American agent. Now, I am nikita, owned and operated by Miss Odintcova. Now and forever.....

Tricki_Nikki:

Odintcova: I ruffle up your blonde hair while I continue to tremble atop the domination desk, riding out the aftershocks of my orgasm as I continue to keep your pretty face sealed in place. My body covered in a thin layer of sweat, still quivering and panting as I bask in my afterglow. My grip loosens on your leash, affording you much more freedom of movement as you quickly get to work on cleaning up the mess like a good girl. It's tough to say how many slaves and subordinates I truly have or if I'm really at the very top of the dominance hierarchy myself. You thought I was instrumental to the Russian war-effort and yet I argued I played both sides, my true loyalty no doubt is to another. I reach into the domination drawer to pull out an even larger dildo that I set next to the harness and Russian themed one. This larger toy shows the colors red, yellow and blue... The flag of Mongolia? Who could say... "Mmm, you did a good job Nikita... You tired me out... This will have to wait for another time..." I say teasingly as I motion my hand towards the harness. I've been known as an incredibly insatiable and ambitious woman, yet today I'm more than satisfied with your performance. I simply rise to my feet before giving your leash another tug, leading you over towards my big soft bed. I have no plans to push you out of it ever again as I climb up and drag you along to follow me. "Come, let us sleep Nikita... Tomorrow is a new day... In the morning we'll shower, then I'll have you fitted for a new uniform before I explain your new position to my guards... Пойдем, Никита..." I purr, guiding you into my bed as I plan on spending the rest of the night cuddling beside you. The feared oligarch is clearly more tender than your dossier would have lead you to believe...

Odintcova:

Tricki_Nikki: with a tug of the leash you bring me back to the here and now. I crawl as you walk toward the large bed, on all fours and still well under your spell. I crawl into bed at your orders, and know there are many more adventures to come. And perhaps even Miss Odintcova has someone she answers to in the grand scheme of things. But I banish those thoughts, knowing no matter who you may answer to, it matters not. I now answer to you. I will pleasure you, work for you, fight for you. I am yours...and that thought pleases me as I drift softly to sleep in your strong arms...collared, cuffed...naked...coated in cum...and totally conquered.

Tricki_Nikki: