United Combat Federation

Johanna_Amalia: 

Devilgirl_Aria: I am Aria Kirilenko, an FSB special agent and former Spetsnaz operative—Russia's military special forces. I have successfully resolved several difficult cases for the FSB and am considered an expert in close-quarters combat, martial arts, and bodyguard operations. When I am summoned to my commander, I know it involves a special assignment; I am usually tasked with the toughest cases. I enter the office, and after some brief, friendly pleasantries, my boss reveals the mission: "Comrade Kirilenko, as you know, the FSB is interested in Dr. Marakov's research. He has finally decided to hand over his latest weapon design to us rather than the CIA. We now fear that the CIA intends to kidnap his daughter." I am handed the file: Britta Marakov. I look at the photo—she is a truly beautiful young woman. My orders are clear: "Protect Britta Marakov at all costs. If you have to kill, do it." I nod and receive the address of a safe house where you will be taken.

Devilgirl_Aria: On the appointed day, I head to the agreed meeting point, wearing a red minidress and black heels. With sunglasses on, I scan the street. A black SUV turns onto the road and flashes its lights at me. The vehicle pulls up beside me, and a young woman steps out. I am informed that I am responsible for Ms. Marakow’s safety for the next ten days—the time remaining until the deal is concluded. I greet her with a smile: "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Marakow." I accompany her into the house. It is a secluded property set amidst greenery, difficult to access—making it the perfect place to protect someone. Everything goes smoothly for the first two days. But on the third day, I think I spot a man outside; by the time I step out, however, he has vanished. On the fourth day, I am sitting in front of the house's monitors, watching the grounds. That guy again. What the hell does he want? I grab my pistol, tell Britta to stay quiet, and head outside. I creep along the side of the house and spot him sneaking past some windows. I screw a silencer onto the barrel and aim at him: "Can I help you?" Startled, he says, "I just got lost. I wanted to..." But I don't care. I have no time, and I can't jeopardize the mission—even if he’s telling the truth. So, I put a bullet in his head. He collapses, dead. I drag him into the garage and leave him lying there carelessly before heading back inside. "He's gone," I say coolly.

SexyChantal: I’m Britta Marakov, the daughter of an industrial tycoon and famous weapons designer; that’s why I’ve always been heavily guarded throughout my life. But this time, the danger is extreme. I’m assigned a female bodyguard to take me into hiding at a secret location. I’m instantly captivated when I see Aria. She isn’t just strong and absolutely formidable—she’s also incredibly sexy and hotter than the sun. I’m immediately turned on by her and feel completely safe in her presence. I’ve always had a thing for hot, strong women, and I look at her with admiration

Johanna_Amalia: I am Joanna Smith, a Paramilitary Operations Officer, Special Activities Centre, Clandestine Intelligence Agency. I am a young CIA PMOO and got handpicked for reasons I still dont understand. I was on track for Military Training, and we'll get Fastracked into the position I'm in now. I have worked together on Four Missions with my partner, Kyle Brown. He is a great man; he told me all about my handicraft. Made me the effective officer I am now. I think I may see more in him than a teacher and a friend, but it's not always easy. One day, we were assigned a mission given the highest priority by the President Himself after the CIA findings had confirmed Dr Marakov was inclined to share his research with those old commies. The Op names ‘Short Stick’ a fitting name. It was thrown together in a hurry; intel was short at hand. Until Human intelligence confirmed a sighting of Britta Marakov, a Local asset trailed them to a discreet location, later confirmed by Satellite Surveillance. Then the plan was quickly drawn up; the longer we wait, the worse it gets. It's simple Infil via nightly Heli insertion touchdown in a remote part of the Forest. Tracking through the forest until Kyle reaches the site. From there, we Surveil and make sure we know how many Russian Watchdogs are about, then we strike. The goal was simple: either Kidnap Britta Marakov and head home with her via heli exfiltration, or terminate Britta Marakov if things aren't going our way. It was an unofficial mission like most if we fail we were local actors we have no large backing from the Agency and are on our own once we reach ground till exfiltration. (mtc)

Johanna_Amalia: Once we made landfall, the tension was there; we knew it was a big chance of a one-way mission. “They're throwing us to the dogs, Joanna…” Kyle shook his head, then “I never want to die for missions like those…” I dont understand, after all, it's part of the job we do for the good old US of A. It's also needed, we cant risk failure in this. The trek through the forest was tough. We left many of the heavy pieces of equipment behind since it was too much to carry. Walking through a thick forest in a plate carrier is more than tiring. It was also strangely hot all the time… lucky me, it didn't rain. We soon made it to the house after a day's track… the truth is, we got lost, but Kyle would never admit it. “Siera 1 to Control… we have eyes on the target.” The first communication Kyle sent back to Control. We had gotten a nice vantage point on the house—a quiet place one may consider for a quiet holiday trip. After surveilling the house from the outside for the first 2 days, we continued to do so. I have never been more bored…. But it's fine, Kyle and I sleep in rotation. One day, while I was dozing, I heard a crack and saw him sneaking into the house. I get up, part of me wants to stop in, but as my senior officer, I cant. I sit back and hold my breath. He makes it away just as you step outside, and I get eyes on you for the first time—Russian, no doubt. (mtc)

Johanna_Amalia: I give him a stern talking-to... let's hope it sticks. The next day, he does it again. Skneaks are there again, but this time it goes differently. You step out Kyle is not fast enough to step away. I look at you two through the binoculars. I know he is in trouble as I glance to my side and see his Pistol resting next to me. My heart starts pumping. It would be stupid to rush in. But I cant wait. I pick up the gun and start to make my way down the vantage point, but then I glance again and hear that whiff as you shoot him, and he falls over dead. My heart cracks as my breath quickens. I gasp, did he really just die? No, no NOOOO! I grit my teeth and stand up to rush in and kill you for what you did, but as you glance around, I duck away at the last moment. I cant be compromised like that! (mtc)

Johanna_Amalia: I sit down and do what I should do “Control this is Sierra 2…” my face cracks “Confirmed Sierra 2, state your purpose” I wait some before responding “Control… Sierra 1 Confirmed KIA requesting new orders…” “Sierra 2 Hold some!” I waited for an eternity. I watched you drag the body away, and I was here doing nothing at all. Fuck this. “Siera 2, this is control. Assume callsign Sierra Actual. Mission is a go: storm the house and get the Target…. good luck, Sierra exfil via vector Bravo whenever Phalanx on standby at location” “Sierra actual confirms.” I get up and duck, make my way over to the house, staying low as best I can. I sneak through the open grass and pull my gun out, holding it tightly with both hands as I make my way around the house, trying to find where you pulled Kyle off to.

Devilgirl_Aria: It’s getting late, and there’s nothing suspicious left to see on the monitors. While Ms. Marakow gets ready in the bathroom, I lock the doors, bolt the windows, and close the shutters. I want everything sealed tight before we go to sleep. Once I’m done with that, I head to the bathroom to get ready for the night myself. I put on my sleepwear and am about to head to bed when, passing the monitor, I spot another figure darting through the night. I can’t believe it—what is going on here? I grab my weapon again, slip on my boots, and head to the back door in my sleepwear. I have to walk past Britta Zimmer on the way, so I say, "I’ll be right back. Just doing a quick security check." You shouldn't alarm your clients, so I tell a little white lie. I make my way to the back door and slip out into the cool air. I creep around the house, resolving to make short work of this guy, too; I plan to put a bullet in his head just like I did the other one. I also need to contact HQ and figure out how to get us out of here as fast as possible. I can't tell if it's a whole team or just one or two people. I’m creeping around the corner when I spot you by the front door. I aim around the corner and shout, "Hands up! What do you want here, Mister...?" But when you turn your face toward me, I see it’s a young female agent. I grin broadly and say, "Is the CIA sending kids now?"

Devilgirl_Aria:

Devilgirl_Aria: my sexy sleepwear ;)

Johanna_Amalia: I creep around the house, it's getting dark, but light still shines upstairs... but it's strange, a singular Person? To protect such an important Target? But who knows, maybe they're just very secure in their hideout. I wipe my face, it's getting dark, but I cant be tired, not now, not after what I have just seen. I think I am rather silent, there are some obvious cameras hanging about the Space I make sure to avoid them... At least I think I did. My dark clothes fit me into the surrounding night perfectly. I think I am getting closer and closer to the point where you dragged Kyle to, judging by the red staining on the otherwise well-kept grass. Who keeps the garden of a safehouse?. Just when I reach the garage and try to look for a way to open it, I hear the sound of some boots on the ground behind me. Then I hear your demand. I put them up slowly, thinking I may get Scott free with a white lie? Then I remember I am walking at night with a gun around a house in the middle of nowhere. I turn slowly, gun up high in my left. THINK THINK THINK THINK! "Ahhhh, Comrade! NO Amarikan no CIA....." I try to understand why I tried to act Russian, not my best language, "Davai Davai..we have to move the Client before the CIA does get here....." a clear lie...

Jasmin_F: (You just want to distract that you have nothing on it)

Devilgirl_Aria: I look at you and hear you speaking Russian to me. I let you finish what you’re saying. But your Russian is so abysmal that even a toddler would realize you’re certainly not Russian. I smile at you and speak in Russian too: "Ah, comrade. Then I’ll go wake Ms. Marakov." I walk toward you to greet you in the typical Russian way, embracing you, and say in English: "Your Russian is shit." Then I immediately ram my knee between your legs. I shove you away and aim my pistol at your head. "This is the end for you." I’m about to pull the trigger and finish it—but then something occurs to me. American agents are supposedly the best fighters. Here’s my chance to put that to the test. I engage the safety on the pistol and toss it to the ground. "Let’s settle this like women. If you’ve got the guts to fight me."

SexyChantal: Aria tells me she’s going to make another round, but shortly after, I hear Russian and English words and know there’s bound to be trouble. I creep out of bed and over to the window. I see Aria facing another woman. *Damn, that’s an American agent,* I think immediately. Aria delivers a knee strike, but then she tosses her weapon aside, intending to fight the other woman. I hold my breath.

Johanna_Amalia: I can tell by your face my trick isn't working, but it's not like I can do much. But I will have to try it nonetheless. You do walk towards me, but I see the way you're still holding that pistol in one hand, the Baral still pointed straight at me. You try to pull me into your embrace, but I know my trick is up and that I need to prepare to fight, and that now. I laugh as you comment on my Russian. I turn my body away from you to protect my most vulnerable spot from your knee. Instead, your strike hits my leg. It still hurts, but not in the same way... "Ug, so does your English!" You shove me away, though, and I stumble back. I try to raise my left, get my pistol pointed at you first, but you're faster still. Looking down the barrel of your gun, I breathe deep and close my eyes. As I open them, I see your gun hitting the ground. "Your challenge is stupid! I could just shoot you and end this now!" As I am speaking, I engage the safety on mine and throw it away. I roll my shoulders "Is that how you want to do it then?" I smile, I get a chance for hands-on vengeance for what you did to Kyle. "You will lose, but it's your choice, not mine!" I say in a low but confident voice. I raise my hands into a protective tight guard and wait for you to act as I observe you as an Eagle would before striking.

Devilgirl_Aria: Unfortunately, I don't hit your worthless American cunt—just your leg. But that’s hardly pleasant for you, either. Just as you try to aim at me, I already have you in my sights. You know it’s over; you’re only a twitch of a finger away from death. But then I drop my weapon and challenge you to hand-to-hand combat. Sure, you could shoot me right now, but if that guy was your friend, colleague, or instructor, you won't pass up the chance to snuff out my life with your bare hands. And that’s exactly what happens. You toss your weapon aside and threaten to kill me. I just smile arrogantly and raise my arms to guard my body, clenching my hands into fists as I start to circle you. I look into your eyes and say, "Tonight, only one woman dies. And that’s you."

Johanna_Amalia: I can see you tensing up and preparing yourself to fight. I breathe in deeply as long as I can count to 6 in my head, then exhale for 7. I am calm, I can do this. My mouth twitches at your tease. "Do you really think that girl in there is worth dying over?" I ask with a pointed smile on my face. I dont wait for an answer, those dont matter. I keep circling you, also keeping arms high, my left leg still throbbing a bit from the knee, but I favour my right even if it isn't my usual. I dont want to show you the pain I feel as I use my left leg. I get impatient and step in at a low angle, fast and precise. I thorw my left out to jab at your checckbone to disrupt you before you can recover I pivot and try to driave a heavy low kick into your thigh of the same leg that you tried to knee me with. "I think I know you, actually... but where from?" My mind races with a list of confirmed Russian Agents as I try to reset into a tight guard, wary of you.

Devilgirl_Aria: I won’t answer your question about whether Britta is worth it; I can’t afford to show any weakness in front of you. If you were to spot a weakness, it would be bad for the fight. Ultimately, I’m the only one who knows just how attractive I find Britta, and that’s how it’s going to stay. She’s a client. I’m professional enough not to get involved with her... or so I keep telling myself. I have no inkling yet that fate has other plans for Britta and me—assuming I survive this. Then comes your attack; I move to block a blow that never actually lands. You spin and kick me in the thigh. Pain shoots through my leg, yet not a word or sound of pain escapes my lips. I feel only the throbbing and the ache in my muscle when I put weight on it. You drop back into a defensive stance. Then I lunge forward, grab your wrists, pivot into you, and throw you over my hip. You crash back-first onto the wooden bench in front of the house. I step back a little and ask, "How’s your back?"

Johanna_Amalia: I had hoped to faze you a bit more with my attacks, but you cant have it all, I suppose. "Hah, I know who you are! You know what they call you over in HQ?" I pause briefly, waiting for an answer. I smile. I can't believe I am meeting her, not how I imagined it, but how else would we two ever have met in different circumstances. As you are still recovering from the blow, "The Devilgirl they call you.... I will send you to hell, so much is certain!" You dont hesitate and jump in, grab my wrist, and with an explosive throw, you throw me, and I slam down into a bench I hadn't yet noticed. I feel the impact knocking the air out of me, my pain explodes on my spine. "uhk!" I dont let to og you, having also grabbed onto your wrist. I pull hard before you can step back, trying to use the momentum of the throw to send you crashing down into me. For a split second, our faces are inches apart. You feel my hot breath, the heat ot my body, the thumping of my heart. "Wrong move D'yavol!" I try to fire my right leg up into an upkick, trying to hit you in the ribs with my shin. At the same time, I release your wrists and try to smash your face with some strikes from my elbow. Adrenaline drowns the pain as I try to make you pay.

Devilgirl_Aria: You recognize me, right? "Devilgirl" is my alias. You tell me you’re going to send me to hell. I reply coolly, "I’ve already been there." You pin me against the bench, but you don't make me back down; on the contrary, you pull me close, and I bring my knee up. We slam our knees into each other's bodies. I groan softly, and then you let go of my arms. I block your elbows and strike your chin with a downward blow. I step back and say in an indifferent tone, "I don't know you. You must be too insignificant." I drop back into a fighting stance and let you get up.

Johanna_Amalia: As we still fight on the pench, I groan as you block my elbow, but I manage to narrowly avoid your downward strike by bringing my free arm across my chin and jaw. You hit me in the elbow instead of my face, which I had turned slightly to make it as much of a glancing blow as I could. I jump upward as explosively as I can, trying to land on my not-hurt leg and leap forward as I push myself off the Bench. "You not knowing me means I am doing my job right!" I come in and find a left jab to your face, then I drive a hard low kick into the leg I had already hit earlier. I try to step it some more, and while staying nible enough, I turn into a right cross aimed at your body, trying to rattle your side some more. "I know who you are, and I will make sure you will never forget my Partner you killed or me!"

Devilgirl_Aria: You guard yourself very well and obviously know how to fight; what they say about American agents seems to be true. Then you attack, landing a hard jab right in my face. Ooh—my head snaps to the side and my blonde hair whips in the wind. Next comes a kick to my leg. Aaaah—my leg buckles slightly, but I stay on my feet, staggering backward. Damn, that bitch packs a punch; my leg is really throbbing now. I try to block out the pain, just like we learned in training—though if you asked me if it’s working... well, not really. I see your punch coming toward my chest and grab your hand, spinning underneath your arm and twisting it. Now I’m standing at your side, pulling your arm toward me; I wrench your wrist upward and hold you fast. I stomp hard on the knee that’s turned toward me—"Kiaaai!"—hoping it really hurts, all while keeping a grip on your arm and forcing you to bend forward.

Johanna_Amalia: I can see for the first time in your eyes the pain... I got it in me too, but I dont think I need to show it just yet. I snarl my face in anger. "Weak Russian bitch!" I shake my head a bit; my likewise blonde hair was already looking bad enough from the days spent outside, but now it's getting properly messy. You take my hand and wrench it upwards. If I fight you, it will hurt badly! I try to move with you as much as I can. I see your stomp coming and step my leg back at the last second, it crashes into my shin instead of on my knee. I still almost buckle and "AGHH" In pain after, but it's better than taking the full force to my poor joint. I dont waste the opening. I bend down a bit to make your control over my arm harder, and with a force, kick your leg on the side you're standing on, trying to weasle free from your hands. I can feel the burn in my arm, but I spin into you as I drop my weight more, trying to either break free or take you down with me.

Devilgirl_Aria: You skillfully pull your leg away, and I only manage a glancing blow to your shin—not the damage I’d aimed for. You lift your leg to kick me, forcing you to lean forward and pivot; I’d be crazy not to take advantage of that. I yank you around by the arm—and since you’re balanced on one leg and leaning forward, I add a bit of rotation to the movement, sending you flipping over. It looks almost like an aikido throw. Your kick misses me, and I let you crash onto your back in the grass—luckily, just grass. Then I step back twice and say, "Are you tired? Or why are you lying down again?" I study you closely, watching for any sign that you might be about to attack.

Johanna_Amalia: I hit the grass, the impact jarring my already sore back. For a second, the world spins, and I blink, looking at you as you step back. I feel rage cutting through as I bite on my lip hard till I taste some of my own blood. I hear your taunt, and it makes me snap in anger. "Siera actual, this is Control sitrep!" I dont respond, I am far too focused on you. As I rise, I make sure to grab a handful of dirt, trying to do it in a way that makes it look like I am just using the hand to support me as I rise up as soon as I stand back up. "You talk too much!" I snarl out low, weaker than before, then I rush in, throw the dirt for your eyes, hitting you before you move, as I then try to throw my leg up and kick you straight to the body, right on the ribs. Then I step in forward aggressively trying to close the remaining distance and exploit the pain and distraction you should be feeling. I throw a sharp left jab at your face and then follow it up with a swift right knee to your legs.

Devilgirl_Aria: I hear your radio message from headquarters, but you don't answer. Then you turn to me and put your hand on the ground. I see you clench it into a fist, and of course I know what that means, especially as a former Spetsnaz soldier. You jump up and hurl your filth at me, and I raise my arms and manage to deflect it. But you're fast, and I can't see what you're doing through my arms. A kick to my ribs. Aaaaaaah! I moan, and then you're on top of me, punching me in the face. My head is jerked back. And then your knee is in my stomach. Uurrrrghhhh. What an extreme attack. I'm thrown backward, so I just barely manage to catch myself and clutch my stomach. Damn, that little bitch didn't do badly. I'm breathing heavily and now I know that there's definitely more to you than I thought.

Johanna_Amalia: „Finally got you yelling huh?“ I ask teasingly I can feel my chest heave with effort and pain. You have done well this far and I am feeling uncertain. Maybe I should have used that gun. But I can do her in. I smirk and feel my mind racing then my left ear creackles again. „SIERA ACTUAL CALL IN!“ I jerk as it hurts my ear the way old man over at control is yelling. „Engaged the Enemy one tango confirmed.“ I know that I can’t let off of you right now. I step in wary of a counter I am tense I feel every Fiber every muscle. I Feint a punch to your head to get your hands up only to trow my knee forward upward right into your belly. My exit is to try and explored your weakened leg snake my right behind your weka leg and try and make you take a fall over it.

Devilgirl_Aria: You’re getting more skillful; you seem to have figured out my moves. Damn, that little bitch. You feint again, I cover up, and—bam—I’ve got your knee in my gut once more. Uuuuuuuurghhhhh. I double over, clutching my stomach. Then you wrap your leg around mine and sweep it out from under me. I hit the ground, instantly whip my body around, and kick your legs with full force. I follow through with a leg sweep to bring you down too, then roll away. I get back onto my knees, gasping for breath. My stomach is cramping. Damn, that bitch is really good. I don't even know your name. I stay on my knees, panting, waiting to see if you’ll get back up.

Johanna_Amalia: I grit my teeth and see you are struggling at last. „Ha!“ I shout almost to prove to myself that this is happening. You hit the ground but don’t do me the courtesy of staying down silent. You sweep your own leg after a kick to mine… I almost had stumbled back enough to avoid it what a shame. I do hit the ground trying to control the landing as I thud over to my side on my arm. „Ouch“ I don’t keep down as If I stand down I am going to lose the edge and fast. I pull myself up I can see you struggling on your knees I throw myself at you with all my weight „YOU KILLED KYLE I WILL END YOU FOR THAT!“ I snarl in rage trying to throw you down with my weight while making sure to have my right knee pointed sharply at your lower abdomen. I hope to land on top of you and start hitting your face with repeated punches.

Devilgirl_Aria: You’re faster than I expected. You’re already on top of me, driving your knee into my body. I cry out and fall to the ground with you. Luckily, you didn't hit my pussy—just my stomach, which I’ve tensed up. But now you’re on top of me—a position I really don't like. Your fists are raining down on me, forcing me to cover up. A few of your blows get through, and I’m already bleeding from my mouth and nose. This young agent is truly strong—maybe too strong for me. NO!!!! She isn't. I wait for the right moment, then strike upward with a hard knife-hand blow against your carotid artery. I drive my other fist into your liver. I shove you against your chest, hoping to knock you off; if I succeed, I’ll roll away and stagger back to my feet.

Johanna_Amalia: I land on top of you its feels so good how my fist rain down on you me sitting square on your body like that. I can see the blood those nice crimson shreds make me feel sooo gratified I wont stop no matter what! You are struggling hanging on for a second. Then you move I can see you twist your hand upward sharp I grab it before it hits my vital artery I try to twist you hand painfully. „Nice trick!“ I can’t stop the liver short but it just makes me push forward as I bend in pain breathing is going raspy and sore. I try to pin your arms by getting my knees on your shoulder. With me free hand I try a knife-hand to your Carotid artery.

Devilgirl_Aria: You block my strike and hold my arm tight, but the liver hook knocks the wind out of you. I tear my hand free from your grip, and as you slide forward—intending to wrap your legs around my shoulders—you block your own path to striking my carotid artery. I bite into your thigh with vicious force, my hands landing on your buttocks. I shove you forward and, bracing my legs against the ground, slide out from underneath you; this puts me behind you, and I stand back up, stepping away slightly and breathing heavily.

Johanna_Amalia: I have misjudged the distance and am forced to withhold my strike on your throat. „AGHHH YOU MONGREL!“ I yell as I can feel your teeth come into my thigh biting into the fabric of my pants…. CIA issue is thick enough to not hurt to much but it does take me by surprise. You shove me by my juicy ass up and off of you. „Ugh slippery one are you?“ I try and race you to the legs I try to turn in time and wrap my right arm around your neck and once I get a good grip If I do snap it with all force to end this.

Devilgirl_Aria: You get onto all fours, and I sit up. You’re quick to get to your feet and spin around just as I’m about to stand, trying to wrap your arm around my neck. I shove my arms up in front of my throat so that your arm ends up wrapped around my wrists and neck instead. I twist my hands, grab your forearm, and yank it down. Then I strike backward with my elbow—since I’m kneeling right against your pussy—tear myself free from you, and get to my feet. I stand there, breathing heavily. Since you were standing with your legs quite wide apart, I hope I landed a solid hit.

Johanna_Amalia: I tried to jump and surprise you but It seems you were expecting something like that. I struggle for a bit till I realise this is going nowhere and start backing of on my own accord but you Kano my arms and pull me down I feel my hurt back straining to stop you. I realise this is getting bad I sink my teeth right into your neck to hurt you bad maybe weaken you. You throw an elbow back into my pussy. „Guhhudh!“ I moan in pain muffled in your neck as I keep biting and bite down hard. My arms weaken and I am forced to let go of you as you try and break free but not before I tear with my teeth as much as I can. „Ugg..“ I stumble back ohand on my sore pussy the pain is hot but the pants did there best to protect me the weave is still strong but less against impacts like that one. I feel a bit weak on the left but try to breathe it away and remember the image of my partner dropping. I realise It may be time for a gamble. „Control deploy Phlanx to target Location!“ it’s just a heil with 2 pilots but it may scare you to have that thing flying overhead or make you think I have additional forces inabound. „You are one we are many!“…. „Phalanx to Siera were coming in hot!“

Devilgirl_Aria: You bite my neck, and I cry out. Britta can surely hear it inside the house. I strike your pussy and manage to break free. I feel something warm on my neck; I’m bleeding—luckily, it’s not the main artery. I hear you speaking into your radio while clutching your pussy. I attack you and grab the arms that are holding your pussy—your legs are pressed tight together. I slam my forehead into your nose and yank your arm away from your pussy—specifically targeting the arm that is already weakened. I spin underneath your arm and twist it, forcing you to bend forward again. I pull your arm toward me, trying to force you to the ground.

Johanna_Amalia: I spit the blood out. „Fuck you!“ I pant in pain. I can see you rushing in I brace myself I step back towards the wall till I hit it with my back. You grab my right on my hand and then I can see by that twist of your neck that you will try to throw that head on me. I smile and jerk my head to the side so that your face in flight may hit the wall as you are trying to work my arm I jerk my knee upward with all the force I can gather once my knee hit I stob down with my combat boots on your foot no matter which one. I try to take the wind out from you before the twist happens.

Devilgirl_Aria: You let my head slam against the wall past you—luckily your shoulder is in the way, since you just pull your head aside. I hit the wall, though not as hard as you intended. I moan, knowing I’m in a dangerous position with you. I turn my head to the side and bite into your carotid artery with all my might. I feel your assault on my pussy and moan. I sink my teeth deep into your neck—I’m about to give you a taste of your own medicine. I bite so hard I can taste your blood. Then I jerk my head away, keeping my teeth clamped shut. I tear open your carotid artery and stagger backward, clutching my pussy and gasping for breath, watching the blood spurt from your neck in fountains.

Johanna_Amalia: I smile at the sound of you hitting the wall with your face first. Then my knee sinks in but something worse happens first. Your teeth sink into my neck. I feel sharp pain my hands come up and try to pull you away by any means necessary. but I feel my legs shake my eyes star tot widen. I feel wrong bad as you stagger back I can feel the blood running down my throat. I press my right onto it but feel weakness overcome me. „Noooo….!“ I gasp weakly I feel my legs shake and slowly my legs quiver and I slip down the wall behind me till my butt hits the ground. „I….. please….“ I look at you with pleading eyes as I feel the blood under my hand. my breath quickens I start to panic. I hear the sound of rotors as „Phalanx making there approach touch down, touch down!“ as my radio crackles up. A beam from a bright spotlight splits the darkness chases it away and illuminates us. „Phalanx to Control Siera is in Critical Condition…. One tango in LZ requesting Permission to evac!“ I see the helicopter reach down the ground. „They will kill you even….“ I stopp blinking weakly making my head hit the wall. „Even if I die first!“ I blink again I feel lightheaded see the edges of my vision fade as a cold hand tickles my spine.

Devilgirl_Aria: You slide down the wall, and I see the blood spray. I hear the rotors and know the time has come. I run toward the house just as the clearing where it stands lights up. I leap up the steps and into the house, spotting Britta coming toward me. I grab her hand and say, "Come with me." I drag her along behind me, then down the basement stairs. I can already hear the soldiers entering the house. I press a button, and a cabinet slides aside, revealing a passageway; we step inside. The cabinet closes, and I find a second switch in the tunnel. I press it and tell Britta, "We have twenty seconds. Let's go." We race along the tunnel, rounding a corner—and then—BOOM! The house blows up. We emerge in the woods, far away from the house. I say, "Ten miles in that direction and we'll reach our base. Come on." And we set off—far away from the CIA, far away from danger. They’ll be busy looking for bodies for a while now.

Jasmin_F: congratulations Aria you have been lucky

Devilgirl_Aria: thanks jasmin

Devilgirl_Aria: this was very hard

Jasmin_F: yes you gave us a good show

SexyChantal: Huge praise to both fighters. It was a truly epic fight. But I’m glad I managed to escape with Aria before the Yanks got us.

SkinnybitchAditi: Congrats Miss Aria!!!

SexyJen: Was a great story you both wrote!