Eve Plummer by A-Man

Eve Plummer, Special Agent

by A-Man

She kills one with her legs, one with her arms

Update: 26/09/1997 to misc2

With the destruction of the Berlin Wall and the fall of Communism, the world of

espionage underwent a major transformation. The cold war world of secret agents

and spies was dramatically altered. No longer east versus west for world

domination, now there were mercenary international free-lancing terrorists, each

with their own private agenda. One of the most notorious and lethal was Ivan

Ruddenoff. He was a former KGB agent, who freelanced as an expert in global

terror. His resume boasted of expertise as a trained assassin, master bomber,

arms dealer and supplier. He was a major blot on the human race. International

police have been trying, without success to liquidate this criminal for over

five years. He is responsible either directly or indirectly with the deaths of

over two thousand people. Always two steps ahead of everyone and master of

disguise, he operates fairly openly. Information about him is always scarce and

many times unreliable. The latest reports have him now in western part of

Germany possibly negotiating with another terrorist group to unite them

spreading global terror. International law demanded, he be liquidated before

this takes place. A top agent was dispatched to the area to verify the stories

and if possible to take him out. Usually these sightings of Ivan were false, but

they must all be checked. One bit of information about Ivan was known, he had an

appetite for women, especially local hookers. This is where Eve Plummer came in.

One of the best operatives for the CIA, she was sent to the area of his latest

sighting.

On an obscure street in a minor city of Germany,  occupied with a strip of

hotels, Eve set up for action. Eve was a drop-dead gorgeous blonde, she was a

twelve on a scale of one to ten. She was equally deadly with her body or her

head. Each mission was a special challenge to the female agent. Her uniform for

this mission consisted of black fishnet stockings,  a very brief black skirt

which revealed her strong and shapely legs. She also wore a horizontally red and

white striped, very tight low-cut top. This amplified her generous cleavage. She

was unarmed except for her body and considerable fighting ability. She certainly

feared no man and she had a particular distaste for this one. Puffing on a

cigarette, under a street light on the dreary, dimly lit corner, Eve went

fishing.

Luck was with her. After a few false alarms by some jerky johns, about two

thirty in the morning, a car drove by and slowed. Inside the car Ivan argued

with his bodyguard. Ivan wanted to stop and pick up this strikingly beautiful

whore, who had just captured his eye, but his bodyguard tried to discourage him.

Naturally Ivan persevered and they turned around. The bodyguard named Dregor

told him that women, would one day be the death of him. Ivan only laughed. They

stopped near Eve while Ivan got out and negotiated a price. How much sweetheart,

he asked. Eve carefully eyed him. He appeared to fit the general description,

tall 6'2O, ruggedly handsome, about 250, dark hair and very muscular. Then as

Eve pulled out another cigarette, she saw the defining mark. As he offered to

light her cigarette, she noticed on the back of his right wrist was a tattoo of

a hammer and sickle with a skeleton head in the middle. It was definitely Ivan.

He asked her again, how much honey. Eve smiled seductively and leaned forward,

giving him an upclose and personal view of her breasts; she said $100 for sex

and $250 for wrestling. Ivan laughed and said, okay for sex, its a deal. Well

worth the money, he figured Eve was mysterious and certainly gorgeous. She would

be just what the doctor ordered tonight. They drove back to the hotel.

It was not an elegant hotel, nor was it a dive, but a comfortable nondescript

place. It was perfect for someone who wanted to slip in and out of town

unnoticed. Ivan's bodyguard had an adjoining room. He was instructed not to

disturb his boss unless he was called for. Ivan then locked the door. He brought

out his favorite vodka and drank almost the full bottle with Eve. Eve then made

him lie on the bed and she did a special erotic striptease show for him. Slowly

she removed her top, then skirt, tantalizing him with each and every motion.

Finally her bra was unclasped and lowered revealing her firm erect breasts. Eve

then tore off  her almost non-existent thong and flung it into the excited

receiving face of her foe. Ivan wildly applauded and it was obvious he was very

horny and ready for action. Eve finished her seductive dance leaning against the

bed post totally nude, except for her black fishnet hosiery with the eye-

catching opening. Eve's plan was to tire Ivan out by letting him lead the way

and expend all his energy during sex. Men always totally wear themselves out

with their sexual performance, women never tire. She climbed into bed and Ivan

aggressively attacked. His lovemaking was crude and brutish, but Eve just went

along. He forced her into numerous positions with his strong body and aggressive

nature. Eve was very submissive, although passionate, and she gave him

everything he wanted pleasure wise. In the next room Dregor was long past paying

any attention to them. After almost an hour of drunken mayhem, Ivan got up  for

a stop in the can. When he came back, he had a queer grin his face. Its been

great babe, he said, but now you've got to go. With that he reached into his

night table, pulling out a small snub nose pistol. He quickly put a pillow over

Eve's face and fired three times. Ivan's bodyguard knew it was safe to go to

sleep now, they would clean the mess in the morning. Imagine the stunned

reaction when there was a low laughing under the pillow. Eve popped her head up

and said, sweetheart, it works better with these, showing him the slugs from his

gun. You are no ordinary whore, he told her, someone must have sent you.  Ivan

then bragged, with one call to Dregor, I could have you shot right now. What's

stopping you, Eve asked? Ivan told her, he was a sporting man and being that she

was so clever in emptying his gun, she deserved a better fate. As a special

tribute to her, he would do her a favor and kill her himself, with his own bare

hands. He was afterall a notorious killer and had dispatched numerous victims

with these same murdering hands. He sarcastically laughed, it was the least he

could do for her. The icy grins on each of their faces was a sign of the fierce

determination that only one person would leave the room alive. They would fight

in silence, letting their fists do the talking. Ivan dove on top of Eve,

figuring he dominated her before and now this would be easy. His superior size,

weight and strength would make for a quick end to this brazen whore. However,

Eve was no longer in a mood to be submissive, now she desired control and

victory . It won't be so easy for you now, Eve whispered to him as she flipped

him off the bed. They were a bizarre sight in the moonlight of the hotel room.

Two silent naked gladiators flailing away, Eve clad only her black fishnet

stockings. They were exchanging  fierce blows while covered in an erotic glaze

of oiled body sweat. Eve was demonstrating to Ivan she could  absorb his best

body shots while delivering even more potent shots of her own. Eve had firm,

toned biceps from her weight training and her conditioning was now apparent. Two

fighters slugging away in close quarters with nothing held back was draining on

both combatants. However, Eve's punches were now much more potent than Ivan

could stand. Wobbly, he was still worn out from his manic sexual escapades and

had only just expected to shoot her and sleep, not fight. He also seriously

underestimated her ability as a fighter. Eve was a first-rate combatant, she had

never met a man she couldn't defeat.  Ivan's left eye was already swollen shut,

he had a multitude of bruises covering his entire body from her stinging solid

punches, but they continued to fight in silence, as if some special rules were

enforced for this encounter. Eve finally forced him against the bedpost and took

the opporunity to knee him in his exposed groin. Her knee rammed his groin with

such force it almost sent his balls back up into his body.  As she did this, her

hand came up and covered his mouth, to muffle any sound from her battered

opponent. She then picked him up and body-slammed him onto the bed. He bounced

up and down and was momentarily dazed, lying his back. Eve dove on top landing

in the sixty-nine position, but this time it was definitely not for sex;  for

there were a different set of rules now in effect. Eve's powerful legs began to

squeeze poor Ivan's head. With her Amazonian arms, she easily controlled his

wildly, thrashing legs. Now, for the first time in this battle, Ivan wanted to

call his bodyguard for help. It was too late! Eve's thighs engulfed his head

more and more. It is amazing, how the female vagina can expand, at birth, for

the head of an infant. No less amazing was Eve's ability to expand her crotch to

cover Ivan's entire face like air tight glove. He could not scream and barely

even breathe at all. Now Eve, instead of delivering life with her delicious

face-smothering wide open crotch, she was delivering death.  Ivan was being sent

to a well-deserved date in hell. She continued tightening the steel, vice grip

of her thighs. Eve had screwed his brains out before, now it seemed she was also

quite literally going to pop his brains out to.  When one is faced in a

situation where strength has deserted them and the fear that they are only

mortal begins to dominate their minds, how do they react? In Ivan's case, he 

was a stark, raving, foaming madman. He clawed at Eve, punched, pinched, kcked

but to no avail. The most dangerous terrorist in the world was frantic in her

trap. His wild attempts to kick out only succeeded in tiring him out more. Eve

continued to gradually increased her pressure. She had bagged her prey and there

was going to be no escape for Ivan this time. Harder and harder her lethal legs

compressed his head, changing it's round shape to more of an eliptical one  His

aroused manhood almost struck Eve in the face. She jokingly said, not now Ivan,

don't you know when to quit, this is business now. She pinned his penis to his

leg rendering it immobile and resumed squeezing away. Slowly, perhaps 15 minutes

or so, Ivan's thrashing dramatically slowed. She could see the colors of his

face change from her powerful hold. Eve kept up her relentless deathgrip until

Ivan totally stopped moving and his body went limp; as he passed into history.

Eve kept the pressure on for five minutes more just to make sure, he was really

dead. Slowly she dismounted her former adversary. His head was hanging over the

foot of the bed, with eyes wide in horror and disbelief. His tongue was hanging

down to his chin. Dregor had warned him women would be the death of him. Eve

composed herself and opened the door to the adjoining room. She awakened the

bodyguard frantically informing him, as a weak damsel in distress, that Ivan was

in trouble. Dregor was shocked to see Eve alive and even more alarmed as he

burst into the room to find his comrade, dead. Eve quickly shut the door and

before Dregor knew what was happening; jumped on his back, applying her own

sample of lethal bicep force.  Eve had secured him with a deadly full-nelson

around his bull neck. No man could break this hold when she applied it, no man!

Here was the odd sight of this blonde hellion in fishnet stockings hanging on

the back of this 6'8" three hundred pound moose. She clamped her legs around his

waist to further secure her position. Eve, the wild tigress, having already

bagged one of her prey, was ready now to finish this job and leave. Her pumped

up arms with her adrenaline flowing proved to be stronger than Dregor's neck

which snapped under her assault. He collapsed and fell dead, only a few feet

from his boss. Eve took a moment to admire her handiwork. She had dispatched two

lethal terrorists, one with her legs, the other with her arms  and she was still

not tired. Eve knew that the death of Ivan Ruddenoff would only cause a small

blip in international terrorism. There were many others eager to take his place.

Still, she should savor this moment. She bent down and picked up Ivan's wallet.

She coolly picked out a one hundred dollar bill. Eve looked at the stretched out

Ivan and said, this is for the sex... the wrestling is on the house.