From Russia with Love

Sophia laughed at his pleas, right in his face in fact. Yuto’s infallible obliviousness was an endless source of entertainment that practically begged to be stretched and strewn to the absolute limit. It was an endless source of entertainment for the right mind and methodology. She sat tall and proud atop his bounce body, looking down at him with all the same dignity that she would reserve for an insect beneath her boot heel. ["You're so fucking stupid."]

The Russian slid back and leaned in close, her chest pressing against his own with a curve to her back that melded their bodies together. She forced their gazes to meet, the maleficent violet hue of her iris reflecting in his own. Her lips suddenly drew to the side of his neck, giving him a firm bite on the side. Deep enough to leave a mark, but not far enough to puncture. Only the sensation would be left behind under his skin as she worked her way down towards his shoulder and felt him squirm beneath her.

"I will do whatever I want with you. Your body is mine. Your life is mine. And there is not a single thing you can do about it.” Her next bite was deeper, as if an affirmation. As if he didn’t already know that.

The laugh pretty much told Yuto what he needed to know about how Sophia feel about his request. Not that he expected much to begin with. A shiver ran through his back as he knew he's totally at her mercy for the umpteenth time. Seeing her drawing closer to him made his heart pounded harder, his uneasiness only growing as he couldn't get a guess what she's going to do to him, until he felt her teeth sinking on his skin.

"Yowch...!" Yuto squirmed, but not squirming too much as he feared that it'd only make his situation worse. "G-gaah..." the next bite made him groaned. "P-please... g-go easy on me..."

Sophia did stop biting, surprisingly enough. Though Yuto would likely wish she hadn’t. It was only for a moment, just to let out a frustrated groan that had been building in her throat for some time now. This would be so much more enjoyable if he simply learned that minute yet essential difference between when to beg and when to whimper. The underside of her palm came up from the boy’s chest to smack into the underside of his jaw, snapping it shut in the blink of an eye.  Her fingers curled, digging her nails into the Japanese boy’s cheeks. Her head turned to meet his gaze with her single eye. “Only speak. When told.”

The Russian sat up tall over his waist, casting a long shadow against a slight, unusual flicker of the ceiling light above. She slowly scooted her way further up his body and came to a more comfortable seat over his chest. A pair of powerful thighs swung over Yuto’s shoulders and wrapped tightly around his neck. It took all of half a second for Sophia to constrict him with two tons of pressure squishing both sides of his tiny head and cute, marketable face into beet red mash.

The smack delivered its message, loud and clear. Yuto was shocked for a moment, but he quickly respond to her words with a fearful nod. He had to remind himself that he's dealing with a psycho or some sort at the moment, where one wrong move could lead to an undesirable outcome.

The boy then felt Sophia's legs constricting around his head, causing him to squirm from the crushing sensation, although there wasn't much he could do. He groaned and whimpered, looking at her with a pleading gaze as it felt like his skull was being cracked or something.

There was a certain fascination for her when it came to crushing a man's head. The skull was surprisingly malleable, moldable, like clay with the precise amount of pressure applied and a little finesse. She couldn't help herself. Not with those faces Yuto made. Not when he pleaded with her wordlessly.

The Russian swung one leg behind his neck and reached down to grab it by the ankle, effortlessly shifting the hold into a figure four. Just when he seemed ready to go out, Sophia would relax and allow some oxygen to reach his brain, only to constrict around him again and with a powerful flex of her thighs and calves. In and out, in and out, the sadistic operative kept him teetering on the razor-thin edge between consciousness and blissful silence.

She had complete control over him and relished every second.

Sophia put Yuto in a figure four headlock and squeezed him some more until he felt like he's going to pass out. It's only then he was allowed some respite, which lasted briefly. Her thighs soon constricted him again, repeating a cruel pattern of keeping him on the brink of consciousness to really make him in a constant state of dazed and disoriented, and there's nothing he could do apart to make some quiet groan. The poor boy began to lose his sense of time as it felt like he had fallen into some sort of limbo between the legs of his former opponent.

"Nggg..."

Just as it seemed as though the operative were about to let him pass into a long sleep, Sophia uncurled her legs and let his head drop to the bed. She bit her lip with a lethal smirk. This was too addicting.

She turned herself over on top of him, only to bind her legs around his head in the next moment. Her legs wrapped around him in an instant, tucking one leg into the behind her knee before she reached back and grabbed her ankle once again, reversing the figure-four hold as she wrenched Yuto’s head forward. With greater control, more methodical precision, she played with the pressure around his neck with each yank.

Sophia looked at him over her shoulder with a knowing, cruel leer. The Russian stole a look away from the changing color in his face to his flickering eyes every couple of moments, curious to see if he would try to take advantage of the perspective and her the added ‘mobility’ of her nurse outfit.

Her free hand ran a tender caress over his bare abdomen, feeling the bruises she’d left behind from the match just before. “It will not last.”

Yuto gasped as he's left on the edge of consciousness and panted heavily. He almost forgotten what he's been going through for a moment, only to be reminded again by the coiling legs of Sophia who put him in a reverse four figure headlock next. He groaned again, barely have the strength or the will to resist her by now, knowing fully well how futile it'd be. All he could was to endure... until she's satisfied, if ever...

What wouldn't last? He didn't know. He wasn't sure he wanted to find out either.

Just when it would seem too much for the Japanese boy to bear, Sophia released him and brought him back from the abyss. With a satisfied smile, she uncurled her legs and stood tall over his deflated, weakened form. Her eyes threw a glance down at him over his shoulder in time to see the light returning to his eyes and the color to his skin. Even after all this time between her thighs, he was still mostly conscious.

“Endurance is your strong suit, yes? But only a bit.” Sophia chuckled and refocused her attention down towards his lower half. One corner of her devious smirk stretched further upward as she brought her legs forward and sat comfortably atop Yuto’s bare, toned chest. The nurse kicked her shoes off the side of the bed and let them clatter to the floor as her toes stretched beneath her pure white stockings. Sophia pressed her toes against his thigh, drawing a gentle path up the side of his leg until they reached his exposed member. Pressing her soles down over him, she began a slow, firm circular rub over his length. “All this work you put into your body, yet it's all for naught beneath a woman’s touch. I am interested to see how you fare against a man.”

Yuto gasped and wheezed after Sophia decided to give him a break. Barely conscious and all, he wasn't really aware of what she's doing until her toes were brushing his thigh and trailed down further, towards his nether region. He let out a weak moan which became a little louder as Sophia's feet clamped his dick. Even with everything he went through, it didn't take too long until he became excited again. He didn't even know why at this point.

"I probably... won't be doing too great either..."