Viper

The air hangs thick with tension, like a rubber band stretched to its breaking point. Weeks of cat and mouse have led to this: a grimy, rain-soaked warehouse on the outskirts of the city. You and your buddy had been tracking Viper for weeks, that slippery snake who thought she could outsmart you. Now, she's cornered, trapped, and about to face the consequences of her actions. The flickering fluorescent lights cast long, distorted shadows across the concrete floor, adding to the sense of dread.

Viper is pinned beneath you and your buddy, Boris, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and defiance. Her once-pristine black catsuit is now a shredded mess, testament to the brutal struggle that led to this moment. The rain drums against the corrugated iron roof, a relentless soundtrack to the impending storm.

Without a word, you move first. You grab the zipper of her catsuit, the metallic teeth glinting under the harsh light. With a swift, violent motion, you yank it down, the sound ripping through the silence like a gunshot.

As her chest is exposed, Boris tightens his grip on her throat, cutting off her air supply. Her struggles become more frantic, her eyes pleading. But there will be no mercy tonight.

"S-St-Stop..."

With a guttural snarl, you grab her legs, tearing what remains of the catsuit, revealing her pussy

Viper’s Thoughts: F-Fuck, fuck, fuck! They are gonna violate me! S-Shit! Please have mercy....I can't breath....l-leave me alone.....p-please!