I need it in me...

You thrash more and strain against the bonds of your tattered clothing. Wriggling around in vain, you feel the pulsating cock between your legs thud with each rapid beat of the Spy's heart. Grunting in frustrated pleasure, you grind yourself into his crotch harder and at every downbeat **** your arms apart. With each thrust into his cock, you gain more strength. You feel the seams of your shirt give. A final thrust and shout are all you need to tear your top apart and free your hands. Wild and unbound now, you rip the fabric of your underwear, exposing your pussy to his eager cock.

Franticly you pin the Spy with your hands and **** him helpless. This isn't his game anymore. You move your pelvis up and maneuver yourself. You feel the tip of his penis slide around on your legs, sliding aimlessly in the crevasse of your crotch. After a painstaking moment of precise direction, you feel his cock's head pushing at the lips of your vagina. You shake your hair loose and lower onto him. After what has been a long fruitless game of teasing, you finally have what you want.

The Spy is beneath you, now in the reverse scenario. You hold him in place and shove the knife far from his reach. You reach for his neck as you **** him and squeeze on his throat just as hard. He gags and flails about, sputtering but it doesn't detract from your ride. You feel the blood in his phallus pumping harder. The rushing sensations transmit directly to your clit as you ride him slowly. This is your show now, you make him into the toy you want. You fuck against his cock harder, more deliberately, feeling the soft build of your orgasm.

"Harder," the Spy pleads before you **** him again. His gurgling requests are lost on you.

"You're mine now," you tell the Spy. "It's time someone taught you a lesson.

You plunge the Spy's cock into you again, whimpering. It's close now. You look into his unsatisfied eyes as you fall on him once more. Running your hands through your hair, you rise and fall and feel your orgasm come. After the sensation passes, you look to the Spy, who looks just as frustrated as before.

"That felt so good," you say mockingly. You stand and grab the spy's suit jacket. You remove a cigarette and roll it on your lips. After teasing him with the image, you light it. "Something wrong?" you ask.

"Please...let me finish..." the Spy begs. "I'll do anything."

"Anything?" you ask. "I think we can make a deal. The Administrator wants you to play fair. If you can swear to stop fucking with the Sniper and stop backstabbing your teammates, I'll think about it."