From Russia with Love

It was much easier for Sophia to admire the semi-impressive effort Yuto had put into his body as he desperately attempted to escape in the afterglow of his orgasm. The toned abdomen, the muscular bulges beneath his triceps and shoulders. Her fingertips ran along the underside of his arm to the curve of his left side. The Russian’s eye then regarded the ropes around his wrists. The knots were slowly unraveling. If it were herself, she would be free in seconds.

Why was he struggling so much? Intense as the pressure must have been, she was only giving him about 40% power this time. He would feel a pinch and lose the ability to take full breaths, but the only thing that would bring him to the verge of unconsciousness would be the shock and panic from his own body and mind.

The only thing that was standing in Yuto's way was himself.

Yuto's struggle was weakening, but his mind probably gave up first before his body. He believed that he couldn't go against Sophia no matter what, and so he didn't really bother putting up significant fight anymore. Regardless of the case, he felt like his consciousness was slipping from the mixture of pain and fatigue, and he just wanted to take a nap or something...

The best part was when they gave up. When the light left their eyes and the fight tapered away from the marrow of their beaten bones. Sophia would be dishonest in thinking she wouldn’t want this to last a while longer. It was a strangely addictive affair, seeing the viability fizzle off of Yuto’s sweat-clad body. Rendering him powerless beneath her. She couldn’t quit this quite as easily as she expected. A part of her was rooting for him. She wanted him to break free, to claw and fight for every inch of freedom.

Then again...

The Russian woman reached over and grabbed her ankle, pulling back as the power in her muscular thighs surged and compacted around Yuto’s torso. The sadistic grin she showed him was the punctuation on this little victory. One she intended to savor. “Маленький мальчик.”

As Sophia's legs crushed his midsection some more, what remained of Yuto's strength was zapped of his tired form, and soon enough his eyes began to close. The last thing he saw before he passed out was the sadistic smile of the woman, whose words barely registered in his ears anymore. He let out a weak groan before limping within Sophia's grasps, unconscious.

Sophia untangled her legs feeling the last scrap of life leave his body. With a satisfied smile she sat up and straddled the boy’s midsection. She looked down upon him with all the care and interest of a tender slice of meat in the gaze of a starving wolf. Sophia leaned close to him and pressed her lips close to his ear. “Disappointing. Rest while you can, мальчик.”

Suddenly, the ex-operative heard the door unlock. Her eyes snapped to the entrance in the corner of her gaze as her body flooded with a rush of adrenaline, ready to act on a moment’s notice. Only until the moment the door slid open and Sophia's nerves instantly vanished. In stepped a woman of tall and dark stature. Her flowing blonde hair cascaded past the shoulders of her leather coat and cast thin shadows. A seductive smirk upon her ruby red lips conveyed the only intent hidden behind her jet black sunglasses. Her presence commanded the very flow of air in the room’s close confines.

The door closed behind the blonde woman as she took a few steps further into the center of the room, the heels on her stilettos clacking against the firm tiles. She rested her hand with her hip out to one side. "You started without me, Natasha. Rude."

“And you arrive late, expecting sympathy. I pay you too much, yes?”

The blonde woman simply chuckled. Her fingers came to her glasses, lowering them slightly to allow her bright blue eyes to peek over the rim as she regarded the unconscious Yuto. “Ah, he’s a cutie. Not bad for your first catch. I get a piece, right?”

"...This bed is cramped, yes?" Sophia turned and stepped down to the floor. The Russian slipped a knife from her back pocket and cut the restraints around his hands and feet. She tossed the instrument carelessly to the shelf beside her and slipped her hands underneath Yuto's shoulders, careful to not wake him as she attempted to hoist him up to a sitting position. "Get him to his feet."

The woman rolled her eyes and began to undress.

Yuto wasn't aware of what's going on as he still passed out on the bed. He let out a few soft moans every now and then, but for the most part remained unconscious. Little did he knew that the long night didn't seem to end just yet for him...

It was always impressive to her how thoroughly Sophia could knock these dudes out. Not even the slightest twitch or the faintest groan from Yuto even when he was being handled like a sack of potatoes. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought the next stop for him was a shallow hole in the ground. The stranger had known better than to question how the Russian handled her food, however.

Sophia sneaked her arms underneath his own and clasped her hands together behind his neck, forcing him upright as she pulled him off the bed and kept him bound in a standing full nelson. His bare body was turned fully away from the bed and to the mysterious woman that had joined their escapade. Her eyes couldn’t help glancing at the Japanese boy over a moment longer than necessary.

"Wake him up."

"Surrre."

As her coat hit the floor, the blonde woman adjusted her sunglasses and stepped forward. Her hand promptly slapped Yuto upside the head without a moment’s hesitation. Her other hand came down to his chest, giving his toned pectorals an admiring stroke before she pinched his right nippled between her fingernails. "Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey! Come on, up and at ‘em!”

Yuto had a short dream about his match against Sophia. He hadn't lose yet, still giving it his all to try taking her down. The boy tried to catch the woman, only to watch her slip away behind him and locking him into a full nelson. He groaned, but then his eyes widened at the sight of another Sophia appearing in front of him. Amid his confusion he got a slap to the face and a pinch on the nipple, the sensation felt real enough that he was brought back to the reality.

Yuto gasped and wheezed, his expression groggy. He found himself unable to move, his body being trapped in the nelson hold just like what he dreamed earlier. The difference was that in front of him was not Sophia, but a woman he had never seen before.

"Nnghh... w-who are you...?" he blurted.

"Ahhh. There. He. Is. Have a nice nap?"

The blonde woman laughed a little at his rude awakening. He was flustered, obviously, but she appeared content in letting him soak in that whirlwind of emotions for a moment longer. The colors on her face and the slight tremble that wracked his body up and down.  If the day ever came then she would tire of that look...

"My name is Emma." She raised her sunglasses from her eyes, looking down at the Japanese boy with a toothy grin. "And from here on, you're my bitch."

Woman in Black:

Sophia grunted. Emma looked up and caught her impatient gaze staring her down.

"Whoops. Our bitch."

Emma chuckled and leaned forward, bringing her eyes level with the quarry tightly bound in Sophia's full nelson. He looked scared. Confused. Just the way she liked them. Her hand cupped his jaw, inspecting him closely. She hadn't worked with Sophia long enough to call her reliable, but her results were already impressive. "And what is your name?"

"W-wha...?" Yuto looked even more confused. A part of him wanted to argue but he already knew better that it wouldn't end well for him in the slightest. If this woman was as crazy as Sophia then the last thing he wanted was to make her upset.

"Y-Yuto..." the boy told the woman nervously, still wondering what's going to happen to him now that the number of problem around him just doubled.