From Russia with Love

Sophia didn’t reply to him. Didn’t utter a word. All she did was watch the look on his face as she spoke and watched him try to grasp some understanding of what was happening to him. The Russian found it oddly endearing. Her hand reached up and clamped down on his throat, pushing him down onto the bed. She leaned close and brought their lips inches apart. Her intent was singular in seizing him through body and soul. "I'm going to free you."

Sophia slammed her mouth into Yuto's. Her tongue thrust into his mouth and pushed back against his own. She sucked in his air and drank his essence. Tasting him, feeling him, controlling him. Their toned bodies molded into one as she drowned the Japanese boy in unfettered ecstasy. She tightened around his length and pressed closer, constricting every sensitive inch.

Two...

One...

Yuto was shushued by Sophia's hand, and then her lips. The boy let out a muffled moan as she dominated the kiss, her tongue bullying his, causing whatever thought he had about holding back began to drift away. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he felt like he should have passed the time mark the woman gave him. Whether that was true or not, however, his body simply couldn't contain his arousal anymore.

"Hnnnggg...! Mmmpphhh...!" he let out his cry of ecstasy into Sophia's mouth while he bucked himself under her, his cock pulsating and spasming, shooting its load inside her.

He rode his orgasm for a while until it subsided, before limping slightly under her. His breathing was heavy, and his expression was a little silly. It's as if he had forgotten about their little game as he basked himself in the afterglow of that climax.

"Nnnhhhh..."

Yuto's dam was going to burst. She had developed a sixth sense of weak beings and broken bodies. Sophia clenched tight and accepted everything as he finished inside of her. The Russian bit down hard on the edge of her lip, pinching the flesh white beneath her fangs. The arch to his back was indicative of the intense pleasure he derived from her powerful body.

She shut her eyes briefly and savored the fleeting pleasure from his youthful vigor. It had been quite some time since she could enjoy someone so thoroughly. So lively. So innocent. The sensations spiked and tapered away through her body. When she reopened them, she peered down at him with a look of contempt.

He was almost there too.

"Pity. I expected you to have better stamina than this. I suppose you do not amount to much after all." The Russian brought her hands down to his chest. Her nails dragged across his skin, tickling the surface and making invisible lines through this thin layer of sweat. "Are you tired? Heavy?"

Yuto was left panting and writhing under Sophia after his release, and he could only gaze submissively at the woman. The feeling of her nails on his skin made him wriggled a little, but at the moment he didn't really have much left in him after everything he went through tonight.

"U-uhh... a little... m-maybe just a little break will do..."

What a strong boy. So eager to impress.

Sophia found it somewhat endearing, but it was only natural that he was like this after all. He had just been through a long and demanding "fight" that left him physically and mentally humiliated. Drained and pushed his to limits, the Japanese boy now had the opportunity to enjoy his second orgasm of the day. His reserves had scarcely been given time to recover. Just as she intended. Sophia savored the feeling of his slacken muscles against her fingertips as she leaned in and stole a kiss from his lips.

“Shame.” Sophia fell to his side and wrapped her long, lithe legs around Yuto’s midsection. The Russian brought one leg up and hooked them together at the ankle, locking the pressure around his ribs in a figure-four body scissors lock.

Yuto felt Sophia's legs coiling around his midsection, although he's not really in a condition to do anything to resist the woman. Not that he'd be able to do so anyways even if he's in a fresh state. The boy could only watch nervously as Sophia trapped him in the four figure body scissors, giving her a timid curious glance every now and then.

The look on the Russian's face was indecipherable. Sophia's intentions could only be seen through her actions and the malicious suggestions swelling from the tension between her thick legs. She slowly reached across Yuto's stomach and wrapped her fingers around the ankle of her foot. With one strong tug, Sophia's lethal thighs swelled with the raw muscular power capable of snapping necks and suspending dead weight with only the right torque. In the middle of that pressure, Yuto's torso would be caught right in the middle. She pulled back and ruthlessly increased the pressure on her figure-four hold with the sole aim of bisecting his body in two.

"Aaagghhh...!" Yuto groaned in pain as Sophia's legs began to squeeze him, the painful pressure was growing rapidly to the point it felt like his body could have been snapped in half. As much as he tried to loosen the hold with his hands, there wasn't much he could do in his weakened state, and his consciousness would slowly fading as the crushing sensation was getting more than unbearable...

"Nnnghhh... uurrgg..." his eyes slowly closing as his consciousness slipping away.

Only a few more moments and that would be the end for him. Sophia felt his breathing coming to a crawl and the strength began to leave the young wrestler’s body. It was a state of helplessness that she had seen countless times before and never failed to delight herself in witnessing. In the throes of ecstasy and the scent of his essence filling the air, the euphoria became doubly so. The Russian’s lips curled into a smile as she watched him start to fade away.

Until they didn’t. Her legs unraveled and straightened out across the Japanese boy’s body, allowing him a few simple breaths. It was an odd mercy that she didn’t seem capable of.

“Break free.” She nodded to the ropes restraining his wrists. The knots were tight, but far from the worst she the ex-Spetsnaz woman could manage. Yuto would have felt her best. Her legs shifted further up his torso, higher around his ribcage to pressure his lungs directly. Then, she tightened the figure four once more. “If you do not, your ribs will break instead.”

Yuto gasped and wheezed as he's brought back from the edge of unconsciousness, which made it almost similar as if he just woke up from a nightmare. At the moment however, he's already in a bad situation himself to have one. Panting heavily and writhing sluggishly, he could barely catch what Sophia said, and even so, it didn't seem like it's all possible given how much his body had been weakened. The woman squeezing him again certainly didn't help either to say the least.

"G-gaahh... b-but..." he tried to protest, only to remember that his effort would be wasted, and instead he began to struggle, trying to loosen the bindings on his arms.But even if he could, it didn't look like his troubles were going to end just yet...