Her Skirt

You slow down the flow of time, and get to work. First, you take the gun from the agent's hand and empty the magazine, then disassembling it to make sure she couldn't use it again. With that taken care of, your gaze goes towards her slim and sexy body. You need to punish her a little bit after what she just tried to do.

You decide the skirt is the next thing on the chopping block. You walk up behind her and spot the zipper, undoing it until it's at the apex of her ample behind. You can just make out the triangle of a tiny g-string. Naughty.

You try to slide the skirt down, but it doesn't budge despite your best efforts. You wonder how she managed to get into the skirt in the first place, that's how tight it is. Although to be fair, with an ass like that, it would be difficult to get into most types of clothing. You imagine her wiggling her butt as she tried to wear the skirt, and you can feel yourself getting aroused.

After more struggling, you decide it's too much effort. You retrieve the scissors from earlier, and proceed to rip the poor skirt in half. As you throw it away, you admire the sight in store for you. Her ass is perfect - heart shaped, tight muscles (she must work out) and back dimples. You can't help but caress each cheek, before slapping it a few times until you can see it turn red.

You want to never end the moment, but you realize you can't stay here forever. Besides, there might be more fun you can have soon. You go back into where you were standing before, and resume the flow of time at normal speed.

Eva was about to pull the trigger, when suddenly it seemed as if her gun turned into thin air in front of her. Not just that, but she suddenly felt a surge of pain rise in her behind. To make matters worse, the pain was mixed with pleasure, causing her knees to wobble as she bit her lip to avoid moaning.

She looked at the figure, who simply gestured downward without saying a word.

No way, she thought. She steeled herself and looked down.

She saw her skirt lying at her feet, ripped in half. While she still had her blouse and blazer to cover her braless chest, there were only her g-string and stockings below her waist. Her outfit seemed to be falling apart in front of her eyes. She looked less like a professional agent and more like a burlesque dancer in the middle of a striptease. She felt blood rise in her cheeks as she realized she was completely outmatched. She didn't know how this figure was doing this, but she had no doubt what he had planned for her.

She decided to avoid further humiliation, beginning to turn around and run.

You spot the agent beginning to retreat. She seemed like a smart one, for she knew when to abandon a lost cause. You think about letting her go, but you realize she would probably try to raise an alarm.

You can't allow that. It's time to make sure she's not thinking about calling backup - or anything else, really.