A Tournament of Agents by Fleming ( Fleming from Iceland )

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A tournament of agents.


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Hey here's just a quick little spur of the moment thing I just did for my own amusement and I figured why not share it.


A private party has in their possession an infinitely valuable files of information on a flashdrive and every agency and independent group wants it. Instead of letting things escalate into chaos and war between agencies its agreed each one send one representative to make a bid/play for it. There the rules are agreed upon, the agents will enter into a free for all battle with the last one standing receiving the flash drive. No rules except there can only be one survivor and winner takes all.

The battle will take place in the ruins of an abandoned city (think silva's island in Skyfall) over a couple block area that's cordoned off. Contenders enter at different access points. Each one has been given a flash drive with one 10th of the information and one can only win if on has all 10.


The contestants.


Jessica Alba as the SPECTRE agent.

Weapon of choice: Her service Glock.

Scarlett Johansson as the KGB agent.

Weapon of choice: Twin Glocks.

Yvonne Strahovski as the CIA agent.

Weapon of choice: Twin sub-machine guns

Adrianne Palicki as the NSA agent.

Weapon of choice: Various throwing weapons and garrotes/stealth weapons.

Chloe Bennet as the Shield agent.

Weapon of choice: Her Glock.

Maggie Q as the Chinese agent.

Weapon of choice: Her high powered assault rifle.

Jennifer Garner as the special forces agent.

Weapon of choice: Powerful high calibre machine gun.

Kate Beckinsale as the MI6 agent.

Weapon of choice: Her high calibre revolver.

Rachel Nichols as the GI Joe agent.

Weapon of choice: Rapid fire crossbow.

Zoe Saldana as the republican's army agent.

Weapon of choice: High powered sniper rifle.



The tournament.


Bullets tear up the ground all around the CIA agent as she runs for cover, diving headfirst through a widow, shattering the glass as she does. She crashes down onto the floor with a groan and rolls up just as a fresh burst tears through the windows and walls forcing her to roll behind a support column as she curses herself for being so careless.
Amused the chinese agent slips in a fresh clip in her assault rifle as she calls from outside, taunting the CIA agent which works as she dives up and returns fire with her twin sub-machine guns, surprising the chinese agent with her speed and accuracy, forcing her to duck behind the corner of the wall she stood against as a bullet hits an inch from her head, blowing dust in her eyes and blinding her.

Using the chance the CIA agent comes barging out of the withered door, smashing through it as she hurls herself into the street, firing with both guns. The chinese agent cries out as a bullet tears through her arm, causing her to drop her rifle as the CIA agent leaps to her feet and takes aim only for her guns to click empty. Cursing herself again the CIA agent drops her guns and charges the chinese agent as she recovers and pulls her pistol, kicking it from her hand and hitting her in the side, knocking her in the wall. Groaning painfully the chinese agent swings out with her good arm but the CIA agent blocks it as with her other hand she swings out at the chinese agents neck, karate chopping her hard across it, snapping her windpipe with a wet snap.

Her eyes wide with surprise the chinese agent clutches her neck with both hands as she gurgles and gasps breathlessly, staggering away a step as she chokes and coughs before falling to her knees. Wheezing painfully as her eyes bulge and throb she collapses facedown in the dirty ground and rolls over, writing and gagging as her tongue thrusts out amidst drool which spills down her cheeks. Her boots flail and rub on the ground and her breasts heave against her leather jacket before with a final shudder she slumps limp on the ground, her arms falling to her sides as a last rattled groan slips through her lips and her head rolls over, eyes staring wide.

Catching her breath the CIA agent approaches the body carefully, nudging it with her boot before kneeling beside it and unzipping her jacket. She feels around inside the chinese agents top and bra before moving down, caressing and patting down her leather pants and then she slips off her boots one by one, letting the chinese agents bare feet slide out and drop in the dirt, her toes twitching on the ground. The CIA agent smiles as she finds the drive in one of the botos and adds it to her own. She then gets up and kneels by her sub-machine guns, slipping fresh clips in them when suddenly a voice from behind alerts her and sends a chill down her spine as she hears a gun hammer pulled back. Looking carefully over her shoulder she sees the SPECTRE agent behind her, her Glock aimed at her as she smiles smugly. Just then the MI6 agent steps out of a building on the other side of the CIA agent, her monster revolver aimed at the both of them as she demands they both drop their guns.

Noticing how nervous the SPECTRE agent is, the CIA agent grips her guns and holding her breath she waits for the stalemate to come to a boiling point... which happens moments later as the SPECTRE agent takes a quick shot at the MI6 agent, grazing her arm as the MI6 agent fires back, catching the SPECTRE agent in the shoulder, knocking her back with a scream. Taking her chance the CIA agent flips onto her back and turning her guns at the MI6 agent, she fires. The MI6 agent cries out as four of the CIA agents bullets tear through her heaving bosom and stomach, sending her flailing backwards with her arms flying out, the revolver launched from her hand as her face screws up in pain and blood splatters into the air. Stumbling back she spins like a ballerina before she crumbles down onto the ground and rolls over, winding up spread-eagled on her back with the blood spilling from her wounds pouring out around her as she gasps her last blood-filled breath and her eyes fix rigid on the sky as her legs kick and twitch on the ground.

Turning to the SPECTRE agent the CIA agent sees she's raised her Glock at her and she rolls across the ground, narrowly avoiding the bullets before she fires a burst back... catching the SPECTRE agent three times across the belly. The SPECTRE agent doubles over in pain, her face contorted as she drops the Glock and clutches her bullet riddled guts, feeling the blood seep through her fingers and dribble onto the ground. Haunched over she staggers back a step before falling to her knees with a groan and weakly she looks up as blood spills from her lips and then with a sigh she pitches forward and dies with a groan, her eyes staring lifelessly across the ground as her blood spreads out around her body.

Sighing with relief the CIA agent gets to her feet and dusting off she first moves to the SPECTRE agent, kicking her body over onto its back, watching as her bloody hands spread to the sides and her head rolls limply to the side, the eyes staring away. Thanking her lucky stars the CIA agent wipes the sweat from her forehead and as she turns she gaps in shock at the sight of a machine gun aimed at her but before she can raise her guns a burst is fired and her breasts erupt in a shower of blood as four bullets tear through them, two through each bouncing, leather clad breasts. Her face a picture of pain and disbelief the CIA agent is thrown back against the wall behind her and as the guns slip from her hands and she starts sliding down it as her legs give out, she clutches her bloody heaving breasts. With a groan she comes down on her buttocks, the wall smeared with her blood and gasping she coughs out some blood which spills down her cheek as her boots kick weakly in the dirt in front of her.

Satisfied the special forces agent blows the smoke from her assault rifles's barrel as she walks over to where the dying CIS agent sits slumped against the bloody wall as her blood spreads out around her and spills down her leather catsuit. Weakly the CIA agent looks up at the special forces agent as she stands above her with a smile and despite the pain from her bullet-riddled breasts and lungs she summons the strength to tell her to f**k off, dying with a sigh mid-sentence as a shudder rides through her, causing er body to twitch and jerk against the wall before her head slumps against her shoulder and blood dribbles from her lips as her hands fall to her sides limp. Kneeling beside her the special forces agent reaches out and feels the CIA agents neck, finding no pulse. She then slips off her sunglasses, revealing the lifeless, glazed stare in the CIA agents eyes as they stare back at her. Smiling the special forces agent lets her hands run down the leather clad body, caressing her crotch and legs, moving down her boots which she unzips and one by one she slowly slides them down the CIA agents legs and off her dainty feet which are adorned with dark stocking socks, letting the stocking feet slide through her fingers as she does. As she pulls the boots off the feet drop to the ground with thuds, their toes twitching inside the stockings as they hit.

Avoiding the blood soiling the CIA agents catsuit the special forces agent carefully unzips the front of her catsuit, pulling it open all the way down to the CIA agents black lace panties. Pulling the suit open she reaches down into the CIA agents panties, feeling around inside the warm and moist panties before moving on to the CIA agents bloodsoaked black bra, feeling around inside and caressing her soft breasts, fishing out the two drives hidden inside the left cup. Smiling as she tucks the drives away in her own bra the special forces agent gives the CIA agent a soft pat on the cheek before she moves on to the SPECTRE agents corpse lying spread in a pool of her blood. Kneeling by her she undoes and peels off the bullet-riddled flak jacket, tossing it aside as she peels of the blood-soaked black top leaving her in just her black bra which she checks well, feeling up her breasts as she did while avoiding the blood oozing from her multible belly wounds. Finding nothing she pats her hand down the SPECTRE agents pants, rolling her over to feel up her buttocks and check her back pockets and then moving on the boots she slides them off one by one, letting the SPECTRE agents shapely bare feet slide out and hit the ground and fall across one another.

Finding the drive in the left boot the special forces agent slips it in with the others in her boot and moves on to the MI6 agents body. Looking over the blood-splattered top of the deceased british agent she decided to start with her ankle boots, lifting them up off the ground and wrenching them free from the shapely bare feet, letting them slide through her hands as she dropped them back to the ground, smiling as the drive slipped out of the right one into her hand. She was about to move on when she looked around at the collection of bodies and with a naughty grin and a boost of confidence in her success so far she decided to have a bit of fun. Moving to the chinese agents body she grabbed it by the wrists, dragging her to the center of the street with her feet trailing behind and laying her down on her back with her arms spread. Next she grabbed the MI6 agents body by the feet and dragged her ontop of the chinese agent so they lay at cross with their arms and legs spread out with her back over the chinese agents stomach. Then she dragged the SPECTRE agent by her shoulders, letting her feet drag along the ground and hoisted her body ontop of the MI6 agent so her legs were spread over her shoulders and her feet were in the MI6 agents face and her face rested between the MI6 agents legs, her buttocks riding up into the air.

Finally she went to the CIA agents bullet riddled body and grabbing her by the stocking feet she dragged her limp body to the pile and grabbing her around the waist the special forces agent hauled her up ontop of the SPECTRE agent with her back spread across the SPECTRE agents buttocks, her arms and head dangling down the side of her, resting against her breasts as the CIA agents eyes stare off into the distance. The CIA agents legs stretched down the other side of the SPECTRE agent with her stocking feet lying across the chinese agents face on the bottom of the pile. Unable to resist the perfection offered by the CIA agents body she leans in and kisses the CIA agents cooling lips, letting her tongue slide down her throat as she fondles and squeezes her full breasts. Getting more excited she moves down the body, sliding her hand down the CIA agents panties and fingering her moist pussy before lifting her stocking feet up and fondling and massaging them, pulling them to her face and rubbing them across it, licking the dainty toes
through the thin nylon.

Finally satisfied she let the feet drop back down onto the chinese agents face and taking one last pleased look at her pile, the special forces agents smiles and as she turns a thundering shot rings out and a splash of blood sprays across the CIA agents face. Stunned the special forces agent clutches her own chest as blood spread across it and with a wordless stammer and gasp she collapses backwards across the pile, landing against the CIA agents body, lying with her face resting across her firm, leather-clad still breasts, her arms spread over her and her buttocks riding up as her boots dangle off the ground. A trickle of blood spilling from the special forces agents gaping mouth spills across the CIA agents still bosom and down between her breasts as her lifeless eyes watch it run.

From the rooftop across the street the republican's army agent, laid out across the ground on her stomach, smiles as she cocks a fresh round into her rifle as she watches the lifeless pile through her scope, nodding to herself with satisfaction at the fine shot. Knowing all she has to do now is go down and retrieve all the drives off of the special forces agents body. She's about to get up when suddenly someone pounces ontop of her back, pinning her to the ground with her legs and before she knows it a steel garrote is flung over her head and tightened hard around her neck. The republican's army agent can only muster a shocked and desperate noooo before the wire cuts into her neck and silences her screams. Panic overtakes her as she thrashes and flails underneath the NSA agent, desperately clawing and pulling at the wire choking her while bucking her hips trying to throw her off without any success. She gags and gurgles with her tongue thrusting out of her mouth with flying spit as her eyes bulge in horror and her breasts heave furiously in her top, straining it. Her buttocks ride up between the NSA agents legs who just smiles and enjoys the sensation as the republican's army agent's struggles slowly lessen until her body totally slackens and slumps limp underneath her with a low, rattled gasp.

Her legs stop kicking, her breasts hang still in her top and one by one her fingers leg go of the wire and drop down in front of her as her eyes roll up in her head as it drops forward, hanging a few inches off the ground cause of the garrote's pull. Drool dribbles from her tongue hanging out between her lips and after a little while all shakes and spams have left the body. Satisfied the NSA agent uncoils the garrote from around the republican's army agent battered neck and lets her head drop onto the ground. Dismounting the corpse she rolls it over on its back, taking pleasure i running her hands up and down the white top, feeling the firm, still breasts underneath it with their hardened nipples. Moving down the gunbelt and shorts she slips the combat boots from her legs, letting her soft bare feet slide through her hands as she does before lowering them to the ground. Not finding the drive there she slips her hand down the front of the shorts and feels around the soft, trimmed bush, finding it. After adding the drive next to her own the NSA agent takes one last look at the sprawled corpse before heading down to collect the drives.

As she makes it to ground level the NSA agent carefully looks around and listens for movement before she breaks cover, quickly making her way to the pile where the special forces agent's body lies sprawled across the CIA agent. Grabbing the body by the shoulder she flips it over on its back, rolling it down the pile so its sprawled over both the SPECTRE agent and the CIA agent and running her hands up her bloody uniform she unzips it, slipping her hand into the bloody bra inside and feels around, finding nothing but firm bloody breasts. Moving down with her hands caressing and feeling up every inch of the body she checks the panties as well before reaching the boots which she plucks off one by one, letting the special forces agent's bare feet some sliding out and falling against the face of the MI6 agents face. Turning the boots over she finds all 5 drives and adds them with her own. Just then a voice thanks her for saving her the trouble and asks for the drives and turning she finds herself staring at the razor sharp bolt notched in the GI joe's crossbow, a smug smile on her face.

For a second the NSA agent hesitates and then, figuring a rash move was her only hope, she kicks some dirt into the GI joe agents face and flings herself over the pile, rolling over the special forces and CIA agents bodies, coming down on the other side as a bolt embeds itself in the special forces agents chest. Pulling a throwing knife from her boot the NSA agent rolls out from behind the pile, hurling the knife at the GI joe agent just as she fires at her with the crossbow. A loud gasp echoes throughout the street followed by a painful groan. For a second the two agents eyes meet in disdain and then with sigh the NSA agent slumps down onto her side and rolls over on her back, clutching the bolt buried deep in her weakly heaving left breast while the GI joe agent rips the knife from her side with a grunt and tosses it away. Gasping softly as blood spills from her lips and down her cheek the NSA agent writhes weakly on the ground, her boots kicking faintly across it as her toes curl up inside and her breasts heave up into the air as blood oozing from under the bolt spills across her suit and over her fingers.

A shudder rushes through her body and with a final sigh she slumps down, her head rolling over on its side as the eyes stare lifelessly away as more blood spills down from her gaping lips. The breasts sink and rise no more as fresh streams of blood spill across them and down her sides as her bloody hand slides down her chest and drops onto the ground with a thud. Her boots twitch once and twice and then they lie still. Clutching her wound the GI joe agent moves towards the body and kneels beside it, starting by placing her fingers against the side of her neck and feeling for a pulse that isn't there. Pleased with her aim she starts by unzipping the front of the NSA agents suit, pulling it down to her crotch and revealing her matching dark red lace underwear. First she slips her fingers down the front of the panties, finding nothing but a soft, moist well trimmed pussy which she allows herself to caress and stroke a little. Moving up she grabs the bolt lodged in the large, firm left breast and with some effort she yanks it out with a splash of blood as the breasts wobble and jerk at the movement.

Tossing the bolt aside she feels up the breasts, feeling for the drives and finding nothing she pulls the bloodstained bra down, caressing and fondling the bare breasts as she confirms there's nothing hidden there before giving the breasts one last squeeze.
Lifting the NSA agents boots up she slowly unzipped them and one by one she peeled them from her shapely bare feet, letting the feet slide through her fingers as she did, caressing and massaging them as she did before running them across her face and giving the toes a quick suck and lick. Lowering the feet down and folding them over each other the GI joe agent found the drives in the left boot and added it with her own with a smile. Leaving the NSA agents body sprawled at the foot of the body pile de-booted with her breasts exposed and sticking out of her suit the GI joe agent got to her feet and turned when a shot rang out and she esd struck high, spinning her around with blood spraying into the air before she crumbled down onto her stomach, writhing once and then slumping still besides the NSA agents corpse with her buttocks riding up high into the air.

Smiling to herself the KGB agent emerges from a side alley, holstering her Glock only to dive to the ground and roll for cover as a series of shots ring out and bullets hit all around her. Cursing herself for her aim the Shield agent charges from her cover, diving behind a nearby dumpster as the KGB agent returns fire with both pistols, tearing up the ground and area around her. Taunting the shield agent for her bad shooting the KGB agent rolls out of her cover, firing furiously at the Shield agents cover, keeping her pinned as she gets behind a new cover, closing the distance between the two. The shield agent returns fire as the KGB agent reloads casually before leaping up onto low wall and running across it, she fires relentlessly at the shield agents cover, keeping her pinned until she's almost right ontop of her and pouches. The KGB agent lands ontop of the shield agent, kicking her hard and knocking her back, sending her gun sailing across the ground but she manages to kick up, catching the KGB agent in the gut and forcing her back with a winded grunt. Rolling over and flipping up to her feet the shield agent levels a spinkick at the KGB agents head but she's ready for it, grabs her leg out of the air and brutally twists her down, slamming her into the ground. Pissed and not taking any chances the KGB agent kicks the shield agent hard in the gut, flipping her over onto her back and then straddling her she throws her hands around the younger agents neck and squeezes hard.

The shield agent gasps and struggles desperately underneath the KGB agent, gagging horribly as she's choked and struggling for breath, pulling frantically at the russian's hands trying to pry them from her aching throat but to no avail as she thrashes and writhes between her legs with her buttocks riding into the ground and her crotch riding up against the KGB agents crotch. Her boots kick and flail on the ground, rubbing together as she struggles and thrashes. Soon the color drains from her face and her tongue is forced through her lips, thrusting out into the air and stretching down her soft cheek with dribbles of frothy saliva spilling down it and onto her cheek. Her firm breasts bounce and heave wildly inside her tight suit, straining its zipper as she gasps for breath. Biting down hard and digging deep for added strength the KGB agent tightens her grip on the shield agents delicate throat so hard that within moments she feels it crack and cave to her force as a series of strangled, rattled gags slipped through her lips and the body goes still underneath her after some wild spasming and flailing.

The shield agents hands let go of the KGB agents and slide down onto the ground, landing with faint thuds as her tongue stretched all the way out of her mouth and down her face as more streams of drool spill down it, smearing her cheek while her eyes stare in vacant horror up at the sky. Smiling in triumph the KGB agent affectionately caresses the shield agents contorted, strangled face before running her hands down her firm, still breasts, unzipping the suit and pulling it open, revealing her pink lace bra. Confident in her victory of this little tournament and wanting her prize, the KGB agent gives the breasts a firm squeeze and fondle, pulling them from the bra and caressing them and sucking on the hardened dark nipples, gorging herself on them hungrily. Moving down the body she slowly unzips the shield agents boots and slides them off one by one, peeling them from the shield agents stocking socked feet. Finding the drive in the boot the KGB agent adds it with her own before taking the feet in her hands, softly caressing and fondling them with delight as she runs them across her face.

Getting more aroused the KGB agent playfully unzips her own suit down to her black lace panties and caressing her own heaving bare breasts and slipping one hand into her panties she fingers herself while doing the same to the shield agent with her other hand. She gets so lost in the rapture of it that she has no idea the GI joe agent is still alive and has snuck up behind her until she flings the garrote wire she pulled off the NSA agents corpse over her head and tightened it, yanking her back with a painful jerk. The KGB agents eyes flash open in total surprise and disbelief as the wire cuts into her skin and chokes her, forcing her tongue out of her mouth as she gags and gurgles loudly. The KGB agent manages a strangled nooo... this can't be... squeal before the GI joe agent tightens the wire so much only horrid rattles get through. The KGB agents bare breasts jiggle and bounce wildly out of her unzipped suit into the air as she thrashes and flails still straddling the shield agents corpse and the toes of her boots dig into the ground.
Beads of sweat and drool spilling from her wriggling tongue splash across the heaving breasts as they dance in the air.

Desperately she claws at the wire coiled around her aching throat with one hand as her other is trapped inside her panties and her own pussy, unintentionally masterbating herself as she's being strangled to death, multiplying the erotic sensation of it all tenfold as the thrilling delight pulsates throughout her dying body. Before long she explodes with orgasmic delight as cum splashes her hand and panties just as the last ounce of life is wrung from her flailing body with a low, rattled groan. The hand clutching the wire slides down her sweaty breasts as they jerk and twitch before falling limp to her side where it swung in the air. The eyes roll back in her head and are set rigid in a deathly glaze as the tongue dangles down the side of her face dribbling drool onto her wobbling breasts. Shudders ride through the body as the GI joe agent gives the garrote one last pull and then as she releases it the KGB agents body pitches forward with her face burying itself between the shield agents exposed breasts. Her buttocks ride up high and her hand remains inside her panties and pussy as the other stretches out at her side.

Sighing with relief and from the exhaustion and pain the strangling caused to the wounds in her side and shoulder, the GI joe agent gives the KGB agents corpse and hard nudge with her boot on the buttocks, tipping her over and off of the shield agent, letting her body crumble limply to the ground and spread out on the ground with her arm spreading out and her bare breasts wobbling as her head fell over on its side, her lifeless eyes staring at the shield agents dead face. Winching from the pain in her shoulder the GI joe agent knelt besides the strangled corpse of the KGB agent and running her eyes up and down it she smiled with satisfaction as she took the large bare breasts in hand, caressing and squeezing them hard before taking them in her mouth and sucking down on them. Moving down the body she pulled the limp hand from the KGB agents panties, smelling it and sucking the fingers, savoring the taste of her pussy on them before letting the hand fall across the bare breasts. Finally she grabbed the KGB agents boots and wrenched them from the bare feet one by one, shaking the feet loose and letting them drop to the ground with twitches. Finding the drives in the boots the GI joe agent added them to her own and tossing the boots next to their owner she stumbled to her feet and stepping over the bodies she walked away as the winner.

Afterwards a cleanup crew enters the street in a large pickup truck. Two women in spandex bodysuits get out and get to work. They pick the KGB agents body up by the arms and legs and heave her into the back, laying her out spread. Then they haul the shield agent's body up and lay her down besides the GB agent, her arm spread over the KGB agents bare breasts, her head resting on her shoulder and lying against her neck, their feet tangled together. Next the NSA agent is lifted up and heaved over the side, rolling in besides the shield agent on her side with her arms and legs folded over her as her head falls against the shield agents bare breasts, her own bare breasts trusting against her shoulder and arm as her bare feet lie across the shield agents and the KGB agents feet. Then they pull the special forces agent off of the pile and carry her to the truck, swinging her down ontop of the NSA agent and the shield agent so her arms spread over all three bodies and her cheek lies pressed against the NSA agents cheek. Next they pluck the CIA agents body from the pile and carry her between them to the truck, swinging her over the side with her landing ontop of the KGB agent with her face lying against the sweaty bare breasts as her arm spreads over the special forces agent's chest.

The CIA agents buttocks ride up in the air and her left stocking foot lies tangled with the feet of the others as her right one dangles over the side of the truck. Next the SPECTRE agents body is hauled to the truck and rolled over the side with her landing across the special forces agent, her bare feet tangling up with hers as her head slumps and falls against the CIA agents buttocks, lying with her cheek pressed against it. Next they heave the MI6 agents corpse up onto the truck, letting it roll limply across the other bodies and lies sprawled across them with her feet in the special forces agents face and the CIA agents left stocking foot against her own. Next they haul the chinese agents body ontop of the others with her lying ontop of the MI6 agent with her face against her crotch and her own crotch across the MI6 agents face. Finally after tracking the republican's army agent's body to the roof and not wanting to carry it down they just chuck it over the side and let it plummet down on the ground below with a loud crack. Moving down they pick the broken and bent corpse up off the street and heave it up onto the truck, letting it sprawl awkwardly across the chinese agents body, her arms and legs spread out across the other bodies as her face lies against the chinese agents buttocks.

Getting into the truck the cleaners drive away and as per the understanding between agencies and the need for secrecy the bodies are dumped together in a large grave and buried together in a tangled pile... their records listing them as missing in action, presumably dead.


Fin.