Thread: Black Widow : Assignment Colombia [DeRe & Celebstars]

It was the sound of a woman's voice - raspy, seductive and authoritative - that threw Moro off for a crucial second. His momentary lapse resulted in his world exploding as a succession of vicious, hard blows landed down upon his face. Although the scarred mercenary has endured many bashings in this life, this was far more powerful and painful than any previous ones. The bitter iron taste of blood in his mouth was a feeling he was long since unused too. For a few seconds his vision fragmented and everything turned white, then he slumped in a half-crouch against the wall as as unconsciousness briefly descended. For his part, Astardo felt his famous iron confidence begin to shake, like the walls of the villa shuddering with ricochets. As he heard the perimeter guards surge into the house there was a brief burst of encouragement, but it was cut short by a pandemonium of screams and gunshots. Madre de dios, he thought, as his blood ran like ice. Who were these demons tearing the villa apart? Never had he experienced violence quite like this. Suddenly he heard the female voice, angrily barking at him through the smoke. Like his henchman he was stunned by the incongruity, having instead expected a stream of Spanish expletives. Barely he taken a moment to register this than the flashbang exploded, and with a sharp cry of pain he was both blinded and deafened. The heavy wooden desk has absorbed most of the blast, leaving him not entirely incapacitated, but he was helpless to protect himself from the vicious punches and kicks that ran down on him. Through his haze of pain and confusion, the worst bite he felt was being so humiliated by a woman. I'll going to die at the hands of some stupid gringa puta, he thought, with a bitter irony. In the bullet-torn, blood-splattered corridor Moro pulled himself to his feet. Through the haze of cordite and red mist he could see almost his entire complement of guards dead or dying. Fuelled by a searing acid rage, he blocked out the pain and followed after his attack. He could see her now, almost disbelieving the sight of a short redhead woman in tight black leather moving like a practiced killer through the chaos. He inched after her as she approached Astardo's room, and even through all his distractions he couldn't help noticing her exceptional toned ass. Just as Astardo expected the final bullet to come, he heard Moro cocking his gun and cursing. Although his eyesight was still scorched he could now begin to make out the figure of the assassin - and what a figure it was, straining against her tight costume. The utter hatred in her baleful deep green eyes shone out from a beautiful bloodsmeared face, framed with a ginger crown. Her zip was halfway down her suit, exposing a generous portion of breast. Puta! Astardo spat, kneeing Natasha viciously in the pussy. Puta! he screamed again, pistol-whipping her so hard with the Python she was knocked unconscious with a single hard whack. Both men stood over her, raw and panting and utterly enraged. The men argued vociferously for a few minutes, each venting their frustrations on each other. When they were finally spent, Astardo looked down and growled No bitch, you is the one who will suffer. They carried her through the carnage - Astardo appalled and angered even further by the casualties - down in the villa's cold damp basement. What used to be a huge steam engine that powered the house lay along one aside, like a dead and rusting dragon. A gigantic wheel that once turned the pulley had now been converted in a torture device, to which a victim could be strapped spreadeagled, spun quickly around, and suspended upside down. Natasha was lashed to the wheel, and Moro slapped her face hard several times to bring her around. Wake up, you fucking puta! We wanna talk to you, si? Astardo slowly unzipped her suit, all the way down to her crotch. He grinned broadly at her, enjoying the obvious fury and shame burning in her eyes. Chuckling to himself he slipped his callused hands into the leather suit, cupping her breasts and pulling them out. Pinching and twisting her bright pink nipples between his fingers, he said in a cold reptile voice So what's the pretty girl's name, eh? Does she kiss on the first date?