The bodyguard gave a soft chuckle at Xenia, “Your arrogance humors me. You won’t be the first and you certainly won’t be the last of arrogant opponents that I take down.”
The rain picked up further outside with the lightning becoming more frequent and the thunder growing louder and closer with each successive lightning strike.
Xenia wiped the smile from her face and took a fighting stance, “You’re just trash dancing in my shadow. You would tremble before me if I weren’t merely here to toy with you and all the others.”
The bodyguard removed his suit jacket and flexed his muscles causing his shirt to rip at several different points. He then grabbed his ripped shirt and tore it off of his body throwing it aside, “Enough talk!”
He lunged forward with bulging, ripped muscles and threw a punch at Xenia.
She was caught flat-footed with time to just barely dodge his punch with a graceful side step. She thought to herself, “6th degree? He sells himself short. More like 7th degree. Of course the Vand Family would have a hidden master in their wings.”
Likewise, the bodyguard turned to look at her thinking, “How did she dodge that? Maybe she isn’t all talk.” He then puffed out his chest and called to her, “You can dodge all you want, but once I have my hands on you, it will mean your death.”
Xenia smiled and ran her hands down her sexy dress, “Put your hands on me baby. I dare you.”
The man once again engaged Xenia in hand-to-hand combat throwing punches, kicks, and shoulder charges. The two fighters danced back and forth as Xenia dodged every single attack.
As a 10th degree black belt grandmaster, Xenia found dodging his attacks to be child’s play. She had complete mastery and awareness of her environment, and she could also anticipate strikes from the likes of 9th degree black belts much less the likes of 6th degree black belts.
Xenia grew tired of dodging and finally threw a punch of her own. Her punch met the layer of ki encompassing his body, and her fist reverberated with pain as her strike bounced off of his lateral abdomen.
She looked to her hand and moaned, “I quite like this feeling.”
The man took a deep breath and stared at Xenia in thought, “Holy shit. I felt that through my ki barrier. Had it been a direct hit with no defense, I would be dead right now. Who is she?”
Xenia then went on the offensive throwing punches and kicks faster than her opponent could keep up with forcing him into a defensive posture. Each kick and punch sent pain down Xenia’s arms and legs giving her great pleasure and enjoyment even if she weren’t causing meaningful damage.
Meanwhile the bodyguard shielded himself. Although her hits weren’t damaging owing to his ki, her rapid pace was enough to suppress his movements and counter attacks.
She finally let up and somersaulted backwards landing and smiling at him, “Impressed? I have you outmatched in every way.”
The man merely grunted and grimaced in her direction. Xenia openly laughed at him, “You tell me, am I arrogant? Or am I just that good.”
The man continued to stare at her without answering.
“You’re quickly becoming boring to me. What do you say I end this?” Xenia winked at him, “You have displayed masterful defense against my physical attacks. But tell me, can you defend against asphyxiation?”
Before the man could even think, Xenia had somersaulted forward with her hands holding her up on the ground and her legs in the air flying towards his neck. She wrapped her powerful thighs around his neck, and her momentum carried them both to the ground where she sat her full body weight atop his face.
He tried to kick her off of his face, and he tried to punch her; however, she grabbed both of his arms and pinned them to the floor.
Xenia’s thighs clenched his neck, and her pussy smothered his mouth and nostrils as she began to grind back and forth on his face moaning, “Struggle for me! That’s it!”
The bodyguard then, with all of his might, bit down on her as hard as he could.
“AAAHHHHHHH.” Xenia was caught off guard in the most pleasant of ways, “Do it again! Bite me! God yes!”
She began to ride his face harder and harder as her blood began to drip down her thighs, onto his face, and down to the floor as she bled from his bite wounds.
The bodyguard desperately tried to kick her but his legs weren’t flexible enough to reach her, so he just continued to bite her. What should have been a failproof strategy on any other opponent, only drove Xenia closer and closer to orgasm as she refused to budge. The pain only made her press herself harder against his face as she slid back and forth atop him.
As the bodyguard’s life began to fade, Xenia no longer needed to pin his arms down, and she let them go to run her hands through her hair as she screamed at the top of her lungs putting on a show for the hostages watching her sadistic fun.
The bodyguard finally went limp as he suffocated into death. This was the final push Xenia needed, and she screamed as she reached orgasm reveling in the death by asphyxiation she had inflicted.
Her rocking and grinding came to a slow, and she stood up with a head of disheveled hair which she quickly smoothed out.
As she stood, the hostages looked on to see a bloodied and broken face. The bodyguard’s nose was bent and disfigured, his lips were shredded from the friction, and his face was covered in both his and her blood.
They then looked to Xenia who was catching her breath. Blood soaked her upper thighs and beyond where they could not see due to her dress.
She looked to the young man she had been toying with before her fight began, “Vand? Was it?”
She walked over to him with a smile, and he nodded his head ‘yes’.
“Any relation to John Vand?” Xenia crouched in front of the young man.
He nodded, “Yes, I am his nephew.”
Xenia gave him a pursed lip smile, “Mmm, is that so.” She fixed her hair once more before continuing, “I am in a great mood now after such a pleasurable orgasm on your bodyguard’s face. Even more, you gave my gun an excellent blowjob.”
She caressed his cheek with the back of hand, “And I just so happen to favor John Vand.”
She sat back on the ground and spread her bloodied legs in front of him, “Kiss my thighs all the way up, and tell me you love me. And I might just let you walk out of here alive.”
The young Vand hesitated, and Xenia smiled, “Or would you rather me crush your head like a watermelon? I wouldn’t fault you. It’s a hell of a way to go.”
The young Vand shook his head ‘No’ and leaned forward on his knees placing his head between her legs and kissing her bloody thighs slowly inching up. He slowly and softly kissed her until he neared her pussy unsure if he should continue.
Xenia grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face into her pussy and yelled, “Keep going!”
He began to kiss her pussy obediently disregarding the blood all over her as he attempted to follow her instructions in order to save his own life.
After nearly a minute, she finally grabbed his hair and threw him off of her to the floor. She bit her lip and said, “And?”
The young Vand nodded furiously, “And I love you.”
Xenia stood from the floor, “You may go! Give my regards to your uncle.”
The young man ran out of the building through the shattered glass front doors and into the rain. He ran down the steps and stumbled onto the plaza scared for his life fearing she may shoot him from behind.
However, he looked ahead to find an enormous police response including the SWAT team as well as nearly fifty standard duty police officers.
The young man rushed over to the line they had formed with their vehicles and into safety. A police officer ushered him over to the captain, Captain Clark.
“Sir, this man is a released hostage.” The officer informed his captain.
Clark turned to the young man, “Tell me, what are we dealing with? How many assailants? How many hostages?”
The young Vand spoke with a trembling fear in his voice, “I think 8 hostages remain. 7 bank customers, 1 bank manager.”
Clark frowned, “Remain?”
“Yes, my bodyguard and two others have been killed. Just one assailant.”
“Is he heavily armed? What is he like? Who robs a bank of this size alone?” Clark reeled off questions.
The young man looked Clark in the eyes, “Sir, it’s her. It’s Sareena Night. It’s Jill the Ripper.”
The bodyguard gave a soft chuckle at Xenia, “Your arrogance humors me. You won’t be the first and you certainly won’t be the last of arrogant opponents that I take down.”
The rain picked up further outside with the lightning becoming more frequent and the thunder growing louder and closer with each successive lightning strike.
Xenia wiped the smile from her face and took a fighting stance, “You’re just trash dancing in my shadow. You would tremble before me if I weren’t merely here to toy with you and all the others.”
The bodyguard removed his suit jacket and flexed his muscles causing his shirt to rip at several different points. He then grabbed his ripped shirt and tore it off of his body throwing it aside, “Enough talk!”
He lunged forward with bulging, ripped muscles and threw a punch at Xenia.
She was caught flat-footed with time to just barely dodge his punch with a graceful side step. She thought to herself, “6th degree? He sells himself short. More like 7th degree. Of course the Vand Family would have a hidden master in their wings.”
Likewise, the bodyguard turned to look at her thinking, “How did she dodge that? Maybe she isn’t all talk.” He then puffed out his chest and called to her, “You can dodge all you want, but once I have my hands on you, it will mean your death.”
Xenia smiled and ran her hands down her sexy dress, “Put your hands on me baby. I dare you.”
The man once again engaged Xenia in hand-to-hand combat throwing punches, kicks, and shoulder charges. The two fighters danced back and forth as Xenia dodged every single attack.
As a 10th degree black belt grandmaster, Xenia found dodging his attacks to be child’s play. She had complete mastery and awareness of her environment, and she could also anticipate strikes from the likes of 9th degree black belts much less the likes of 6th degree black belts.
Xenia grew tired of dodging and finally threw a punch of her own. Her punch met the layer of ki encompassing his body, and her fist reverberated with pain as her strike bounced off of his lateral abdomen.
She looked to her hand and moaned, “I quite like this feeling.”
The man took a deep breath and stared at Xenia in thought, “Holy shit. I felt that through my ki barrier. Had it been a direct hit with no defense, I would be dead right now. Who is she?”
Xenia then went on the offensive throwing punches and kicks faster than her opponent could keep up with forcing him into a defensive posture. Each kick and punch sent pain down Xenia’s arms and legs giving her great pleasure and enjoyment even if she weren’t causing meaningful damage.
Meanwhile the bodyguard shielded himself. Although her hits weren’t damaging owing to his ki, her rapid pace was enough to suppress his movements and counter attacks.
She finally let up and somersaulted backwards landing and smiling at him, “Impressed? I have you outmatched in every way.”
The man merely grunted and grimaced in her direction. Xenia openly laughed at him, “You tell me, am I arrogant? Or am I just that good.”
The man continued to stare at her without answering.
“You’re quickly becoming boring to me. What do you say I end this?” Xenia winked at him, “You have displayed masterful defense against my physical attacks. But tell me, can you defend against asphyxiation?”
Before the man could even think, Xenia had somersaulted forward with her hands holding her up on the ground and her legs in the air flying towards his neck. She wrapped her powerful thighs around his neck, and her momentum carried them both to the ground where she sat her full body weight atop his face.
He tried to kick her off of his face, and he tried to punch her; however, she grabbed both of his arms and pinned them to the floor.
Xenia’s thighs clenched his neck, and her pussy smothered his mouth and nostrils as she began to grind back and forth on his face moaning, “Struggle for me! That’s it!”
The bodyguard then, with all of his might, bit down on her as hard as he could.
“AAAHHHHHHH.” Xenia was caught off guard in the most pleasant of ways, “Do it again! Bite me! God yes!”
She began to ride his face harder and harder as her blood began to drip down her thighs, onto his face, and down to the floor as she bled from his bite wounds.
The bodyguard desperately tried to kick her but his legs weren’t flexible enough to reach her, so he just continued to bite her. What should have been a failproof strategy on any other opponent, only drove Xenia closer and closer to orgasm as she refused to budge. The pain only made her press herself harder against his face as she slid back and forth atop him.
As the bodyguard’s life began to fade, Xenia no longer needed to pin his arms down, and she let them go to run her hands through her hair as she screamed at the top of her lungs putting on a show for the hostages watching her sadistic fun.
The bodyguard finally went limp as he suffocated into death. This was the final push Xenia needed, and she screamed as she reached orgasm reveling in the death by asphyxiation she had inflicted.
Her rocking and grinding came to a slow, and she stood up with a head of disheveled hair which she quickly smoothed out.
As she stood, the hostages looked on to see a bloodied and broken face. The bodyguard’s nose was bent and disfigured, his lips were shredded from the friction, and his face was covered in both his and her blood.
They then looked to Xenia who was catching her breath. Blood soaked her upper thighs and beyond where they could not see due to her dress.
She looked to the young man she had been toying with before her fight began, “Vand? Was it?”
She walked over to him with a smile, and he nodded his head ‘yes’.
“Any relation to John Vand?” Xenia crouched in front of the young man.
He nodded, “Yes, I am his nephew.”
Xenia gave him a pursed lip smile, “Mmm, is that so.” She fixed her hair once more before continuing, “I am in a great mood now after such a pleasurable orgasm on your bodyguard’s face. Even more, you gave my gun an excellent blowjob.”
She caressed his cheek with the back of hand, “And I just so happen to favor John Vand.”
She sat back on the ground and spread her bloodied legs in front of him, “Kiss my thighs all the way up, and tell me you love me. And I might just let you walk out of here alive.”
The young Vand hesitated, and Xenia smiled, “Or would you rather me crush your head like a watermelon? I wouldn’t fault you. It’s a hell of a way to go.”
The young Vand shook his head ‘No’ and leaned forward on his knees placing his head between her legs and kissing her bloody thighs slowly inching up. He slowly and softly kissed her until he neared her pussy unsure if he should continue.
Xenia grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face into her pussy and yelled, “Keep going!”
He began to kiss her pussy obediently disregarding the blood all over her as he attempted to follow her instructions in order to save his own life.
After nearly a minute, she finally grabbed his hair and threw him off of her to the floor. She bit her lip and said, “And?”
The young Vand nodded furiously, “And I love you.”
Xenia stood from the floor, “You may go! Give my regards to your uncle.”
The young man ran out of the building through the shattered glass front doors and into the rain. He ran down the steps and stumbled onto the plaza scared for his life fearing she may shoot him from behind.
However, he looked ahead to find an enormous police response including the SWAT team as well as nearly fifty standard duty police officers.
The young man rushed over to the line they had formed with their vehicles and into safety. A police officer ushered him over to the captain, Captain Clark.
“Sir, this man is a released hostage.” The officer informed his captain.
Clark turned to the young man, “Tell me, what are we dealing with? How many assailants? How many hostages?”
The young Vand spoke with a trembling fear in his voice, “I think 8 hostages remain. 7 bank customers, 1 bank manager.”
Clark frowned, “Remain?”
“Yes, my bodyguard and two others have been killed. Just one assailant.”
“Is he heavily armed? What is he like? Who robs a bank of this size alone?” Clark reeled off questions.
The young man looked Clark in the eyes, “Sir, it’s her. It’s Sareena Night. It’s Jill the Ripper.”
