Dora, or rather Susan, was stunned to hear her real name instead of the alias she used for her mission. Pierre manipulated the console, and a flood of information about her appeared on the screen: personal details, medical records, fingerprints, family history, even footage of her private moments. Her entire life was exposed.
"How could you?" Susan gasped, stunned.
"My records were…"
"Supposed to be confidential? Classified? Stored on paper with no digital trace?" Pierre interjected, finishing her thought. Susan stood in shock.
"Why don't you answer my questions, and I'll explain? Or perhaps you'll figure it out yourself soon enough," Pierre said coldly.
"Your threats mean nothing. I won't tell you anything," Susan retorted.
"I know, as expected from Yorkland's top intelligence agent," Pierre replied. He glanced at the screen, reading her profile aloud. "Perfect marksmanship, fluent in 24 languages, expert in judo, aikido, karate, and more."
"Want the real deal?" Susan taunted. Pierre met her gaze.
"Sure, why not?" he said calmly. His response surprised her, but it was her only chance to escape or possibly capture the NRE's director.
She was confident in her skills. During training, she had easily defeated opponents stronger and larger than this lab nerd director.
When Pierre came closer to unchain her, she tried to bite him. Pierre easily tilted his head and responded with two slaps. Her cheeks were neither hurt nor in pain, but her tummy began to itch. As Pierre reached his hand toward one corner, she suddenly bit his arm, blood spilling out with a chunk of flesh in her bite-sized wound. She spat it out.
"Ouch! That's hurt" Pierre cried out shortly to relieve pain.
"So disgusting," she said, provoking him, hoping to spark anger. But Pierre remained calm, only short-cried, then merely stepped back, staring at her actions.
He exhaled once, then walked back to the console, opened a drawer, and patched himself up.
After finishing patching himself, Pierre pulled a small syringe labeled PX-7 from his pocket and walked toward Susan. When Susan saw the syringe, she instinctively resisted, but Pierre gripped her neck tightly and injected it into her neck. As Pierre released his grip, Susan shouted angrily,
"What did you do, you psychopath?" Pierre remained silent, his calm manner creating pressure in her mind.
Susan didn't feel anything unusual, but looking at Pierre stirred mixed emotions: resistance and admiration. These conflicting feelings had taken root in her mind. When Pierre gripped her neck again, she felt her body respond with arousal, her lower body itching and her nipples hardening, as his touch was something she long sought for – something that even her husband could not give her. Within his grip, she felt like a kitten, unable to harm him. These thoughts quickened her breathing.
This must be the effect of that damn syringe – she thought.
It's fine. I have trained even in the worst case scenario – she encouraged herself.
Pierre finished releasing her restraints. Susan now faced him, standing eye to eye, their heights matched.
"How do we decide the winner?" Pierre asked. Susan took a deep breath to settle her mind, and calm her body.
"If you knock me out, you win; if I knock you out, I win. Simple, right?" Pierre nodded emotionlessly. He must have been very confident in his martial arts skills. She had studied Pierre's information before applying to the NRE as an intern. He knew a bit of Muay Thai and had a sharp intellect.
The fight began. She charged at him at full speed while Pierre remained calm. Her karate kicks were easily dodged—left, right, again and again, with no hits landing. She then switched to other martial arts: judo, aikido, boxing—but nothing could hit him. While using her brain, she let down her guard, and Pierre's swiftly kick hit her abdomen. It wasn't strong, but it still made her cough and step back.
"You impress me, Director," she praised him, breathing heavily from exhaustion. Sweat covered her cleavage. Pierre remained calm and smiled.
"You're really good at dodging like a dog, and your punch is like a puppy's," she taunted, trying to provoke him. But it didn't work. Pierre stayed calm, standing and waiting for her next move.
She rushed at him again. This time, as Pierre dodged her punches and stepped back, she spotted an opening between his legs. Her well-trained reflexes didn't miss the chance to aim a kick at his testicles—a man's weakness.
She saw Pierre look down at her leg movements. Too slow, she thought. But in an instant, his movements were much faster, and he quickly moved behind her. As her kick missed, Susan lost her stance and fell. Pierre caught her from behind, preventing her from falling. She looked at his emotionless face. Suddenly, a spark coursed through her mind, as she let out a moan.
"Mnghhh~~~"
Pierre's hand was clinging between her thighs. The tight suit hugged her clit even more, the friction ignited her brain. The previous arousal from his grip still remained, and now her sensitive spot was being rubbed by a nerd that was overwhelming her pride. This thought, however, boosted her libido, as her hips bucking against his touch in rhythm with his movement. She moaned louder.
"MgHH~Noo- MgHH~ Noo" Susan scream, demanded him to stop, with her fierce voice.
"STOP!!"
Pierre stopped. He removed his hand and stood her up again. Instead of relief, his actions caused her confusion, and deep down, she was disappointed.
"What are you planning?" she asked, sweat cover her, breath faster and deeper, seeking clarification. This time, Pierre spoke up.
"To be honest, you're still part of Elena's team. Your scientific skills are good enough to stay at the NRE." As Susan settling her mind, she interpreted this as an attempt to persuade her to betray her country.
"Don't waste your time, Director. I won't fall for your sweet words," she continued.
"Certainly, working under that shameless bitch, seeing her hairy p…" Without finishing her sentence, she was struck by a sudden, intense slap on her left cheek. As she regained her focus, she saw Pierre staring at her, as if ready to kill her.
"Finally, showing your true c…"
Another slap hit her right cheek, followed by a second one on the same side. These forceful strikes left her cheeks red and swollen. But she didn't give up.
This level of pain meant nothing to her, only fueling her excitement. As she tried to keep her distance, Pierre walked slowly and approached her. He reached inside her suit and pinched her breast, followed by her hardened nipple. Susan moaned with pleasure.
"Mmm~~~ Get mmm~ Out~ me~" As Pierre pinched her nipple harder, her lower part was soaking.
Despite being aroused, she didn't flinch. This torment was part of her training program. Being captured and enduring such treatment was part of her calculations.
"Just fuck me already," she taunted again. Pierre removed his hand. This disappointed her once more. Her heart felt blank and unfulfilled. She then shouted out, unintentionally, with anger, revealing her desire.
"FUCK Why? DO It!!" Susan blushed, she just revealed her true desire.
"Let's do something more exciting." Pierre zipped up her suit and handed her a mask.
"I've recharged your suit; you can go invisible now." His words deepened her confusion. His actions and confidence were beyond what she could imagine or anyone she'd seen.
One deep breath to calm her body down. Susan accepted his challenge. If she went invisible, she could maximize her assassination skills. She activated the suit and became invisible while Pierre kept his distance.
Without wasting time, Susan dashed toward Pierre, trying to pierce his throat with her sharp nail. Suddenly, an electric current surged through her body, halting her movements. She felt the electric shocks focusing on her sensitive areas. As the shocks continued, her arousal peaked, and she screamed, reaching climax in front of someone other than her husband.
"AGHHH~~~~~~~THERE!!"
"NOT !!! THERE~!!!! ^@()!#(*$" Susan cried out in undetectable languages.
The shocks stopped. The suit between her thigh was leaked out. Yellow and transparent fluid was dripping from the leak. Susan collapsed to the ground, her waist still bucking, her thighs trembling.
She'd just squirted, peed, showing her lewdly part in front of someone else not her husband. She fell desperate as her fluids caused the suit to malfunction. She became visible again. Her body showed extreme arousal.
Her breathing grew deep and rapid. But she couldn't lose like this, as she tried to stop her thighs from trembling.
THAT DAMN NERD – anger grew up.
"How dare you, LIAR!" Susan was enraged as she demanded an equal fight.
"A fair fight!"
She yelled at Pierre, who observed her humiliating posture—cuddling on the floor in her own mess. Pierre then spoke up. This time his words pierce through her composed mind.
"To be honest, I'm disappointed.
Your sister, Natasha,
was much better," Pierre said with a grin.
Susan was in shock when Pierre called her older sister. Memories of her sister flooded in her brain, the time they spent together, shooting, hunting, sneaking. Every skill of hers was taught by Natasha.
With anger, Susan growled, her eyes locked on the man in front of her,
"YOU BASTARD!"