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The Goldeneye - Part Two - In St. Petersburg (Remastered)
Xenia puffed on her cigar in the hotel bar in St. Petersburg and watched. She recognised the man currently walking through the reception. He was a British spy, one who she had originally met in Monte Carlo. She knew why he was here and that MI6 would foolishly be trying to solve the mystery of what had happened at Severnaya. He was wearing a tailored suit and she took another drag of the cigar into her mouth, letting it warm her insides before blowing a plume of smoke from her lips.
He may have a licence to kill, Xenia thought, but she would prove herself to be the better assassin. He was walking with a small exercise bag, likely towards the pool under the hotel, not looking round at where she sat in the bar. She finished her cigar, taking one last long drag before stubbing the end into an ashtray.
Her heels clicked on the marble floors as she walked in the dark black skirt-suit through the hotel towards the spa on a lower level. It was not open to the general public, only guests, but she flashed a look at the doorman that left him in no doubt that she would be requiring its usage and he opened the door for her before placing an 'out of order' sign on the handle.
Xenia undressed in the changing room, feeling the warmth from the hot baths and sauna nearby. She took off her suit jacket, revealing a black plunge bra and her black shoulder holster that held a suppressed Makarov pistol. She took the pistol from the holster and made sure that a round was chambered before she placed it under where her jacket was lying on the changing room bench. Whilst she was not foolish enough to face a British spy without a weapon close at hand, it was not her plan to use it.
She eased off her skirt and stepped out of her heels. She pulled down her brown tights and took off her black underwear, holster and bra, placing them all neatly in a pile and running her hands for a second over her naked body. She felt sensual and alive, as she normally did before she executed an order from her master. There was a white robe lying by where she had placed her clothes and Xenia wrapped it around herself, the end of it falling to her thighs.
There was a splashing sound from the pools nearby and Xenia knew her target must be doing some exercise. She walked quietly along the warm tiles towards the main pool area. It was surrounded on two sides by hot saunas, steam rising from those rooms and filling the air above them. It tasted of heat in her lungs.
The spy was swimming in the main pool, wearing some short black swimming shorts. He was a handsome man, tall and muscular with chiseled good looks and it made Xenia smile - the kill would be so much more memorable because of it. She watched him do laps from the shadows before walking quietly around the edge of the pool into one of the saunas and waited, lifting the hem of the robe and letting her hand tease herself quietly as she did so. Her pleasures began to build.
There was a large noise from the pool and she could tell that the spy had lifted himself out of it. She heard his footsteps draw closer to the sauna, stopping for a bit presumably to grab a towel. He walked into the sauna with it wrapped around his waist and looking forward, away from Xenia, but before she could move his hand shot out and reached behind, grabbing her arm. He yanked her and she felt herself pulled in front of her and onto the ground of the sauna.
The mild pain was pleasurable to her as she hit the floor and looked back up at him, feeling the edges of the robe start to slip off her shoulder. He was looking at her with hardened eyes and in his hand was a Walther PPK, pointing towards her. He was still as handsome as when they had first met in Monte Carlo.
Xenia gave him a playful smile. "You don't need the gun, Commander" she teased, putting her hands out to the side to show she was unarmed.
"That depends on your definition of safe sex" he said, giving her a wry smile that told her he had seen what had become of the Canadian Admiral back in Monaco.
She got to her feet quickly and walked over to him, putting her arms around the back of his neck and hair. She felt small goosebumps on him. "That's close enough," he said quietly.
"Not for what I have in mind" she whispered back quietly before she kissed him in a passionate embrace. He threw his gun to the side and returned the kiss, their mouths exploring one another and hands running over each other's body. Xenia gripped him tighter and kissed harder, her womanly urges taking over as she tried to outpower him.
She bit down into his bottom lip and he reacted in pain, pushing her hard away and causing her to spin into one of the warm walls of the sauna. She hit it and moaned in pleasure "Oooh, Ahhh" at the small sharp pain that rose through her back. She chuckled, her eyes wide as she saw him give her a curious look and touch his lip, trying to feel if she had drawn blood with her bite.
The spy turned towards the bench where he had thrown his gun but Xenia rushed him, flying into a kick that sent him to the ground with her on top of him. She tried to wrap her legs but he used his momentum and flipped her over so he was on top of her. Xenia could feel his manhood with his swimshorts, long and erect. She let him enjoy a few moments on top of her and breathed deeply with pleasure. "So you think you can break me" she teased him as he pushed down on top of her.
He said nothing in return but got to his feet and turned towards his gun. She was faster though, getting to her feet athletically and hitting him in the back. He stumbled forward and shouted with pain as she shouted in ecstasy. He collapsed forward onto the bench and Xenia flipped him over quickly before jumping on top of him and straddling his torso.
Her legs wrapped around him like a viper and began to squeeze. "Uhh!" the spy shouted, his face looking alarmed as the vice-like grip of Xenia began to bite. His face began to look strained as he found his diaphragm being crushed and unable to inflate and bring in air.
"Yes! Ooooh! Yes!" Xenia felt an intense wave come over her. She began shouting orgasmically, each cry giving her more adrenaline and power to squeeze him more. She felt like she was flying as she locked in the grip with her thighs even more. He was a powerful spy, but she was more powerful, more sensual, more sexual. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she kept exclaiming. Her hands went around his neck and pulled him more into her deadly embrace.
The spy was trying to fight and resist. His hands went to her thighs and tried to force them apart but she could see that his strength was already starting to fade. His face began to turn purple but the more he struggled and looked pained, the more Xenia felt her own ecstasy grow more and more. This supposedly powerful and deadly man was now in her power, now merely a plaything that was giving her a sensation that nothing could match. Her flesh pressed into his further, and as more air escaped the spy's lungs the more she could increase her deadly grip.
He was looking at her with pleading eyes, almost begging for mercy. It simply made Xenia's orgasm build more. "The pleasure....will be.....all mine! Oooh!" she said as she put more effort into squeezing him. His breaths became almost non-existent and she began to feel the power leaving his arms. He began to go limp and his resistance began to die.
Xenia put in a final effort to bring herself over the top. She directed every fibre of her being and power into her legs and pelvis. "Oh! Aaah!!! OOOOHHH!!!! YEEEESSS!!!!!" she gave a final orgasmic scream and felt him give way. He could fight no more and her thighs won out. There was a cracking sound as even his spine gave way and snapped and as his eyes rolled backwards, Xenia felt herself rushing all over his body, wondering if it might be the last sensation he would feel whilst alive.
There were a couple more cracking sounds as bones and body gave way to her power before Xenia calmed and put her hands to the spy's neck. There was no pulse. "Mmm, oooh, mmmm, yes" she said as she relished the afterglow of the kill. She began to release his lifeless body from her grip. Normally, she would have made sure with a couple of shots from her gun, but this man was obviously dead and she wanted to make sure that his employers would know how their famous MI6 agent had fared when facing her.
Xenia walked back to the changing room and dressed herself again. Her hands itched for another cigar and when she was ready, she lit one up the moment she exited the spa, giving another dismissive look to the doorman. She smoked it as she walked through the hotel and out into the cold air of St. Petersburg.
Xenia adjusted and pulled up the welt on her stocking to make sure it was in the correct place and looked out of the window of the train. In the distance, she could see a car driving towards them at high speed. She lit a cigar and sucked its warm taste into her mouth before examining herself in the mirror. She was dressed in another all-black skirt suit with a silver broach on the shoulder and buttoned to not reveal the black basque she wore underneath. She looked again at the speeding car. The way it was driving suggested that not everything was well.
Chik-chik. She chambered a round on her AK47FSU that was already loaded with an extended magazine of 50 bullets and bit down on the cigar in her mouth to hold it as she walked. The Soviet-style armoured train already had steam billowing from its front and was ready to leave but she got off the train to meet the approaching car.
Xenia watched as General Orumov got out of the car. He looked flustered and she could soon see why. In one hand he held a pistol but in the other he was dragging a woman from the car who was struggling and fighting against him. She wore glasses on her face and had black curly hair. She was dressed in a cream blouse and brown skirt and looked frightened to death. Xenia gave the General a curious look.
"I...I needed a hostage" he said as he approached her and she could see the sweat on his forehead. There was also the taste of alcohol on his breath. "Come on!" he said to the woman, forcing her towards the train door, seeing the woman trying to cower and resist the movement. Xenia raised her AK47 towards the women and puffed on her cigar some more. The woman shrieked but raised her hands and became more compliant, allowing herself to be dragged by Orumov onto the train.
Poop-poop! The train whistled and Xenia boarded it before its wheels started to slowly move and it started to ramp up to its normal speed. She followed Orumov as he dragged the woman through a couple of carriages towards the inner part of the train that was luxuriously decorated and could have almost been mistaken for an English tearoom.
Janus looked up as the three entered the room. He was eating dinner and dressed immaculately in an all-black suit and dark grey shirt despite the burns and scars on one side of his face. He chewed his food slowly and put his cutlery down to stare at the General and the woman. Xenia pushed past the General, laying a gloved hand on Janus's shoulder for a second before turning and standing by him, keeping her AK47 dangling by the side of her legs. the barrel brushing against the nylon of her stockings. Janus kept them waiting, using his napkin to dab the food from his mouth before he spoke.
"Well this is hardly the perfect gift to bring me" he said to Orumov, glancing at the woman, "you've made me a very unhappy man".
Orumov frowned at the chastisement. He holstered his pistol and instead picked up a hip flask from his waist to take a swig. "Mishkin didn't believe the report" he said, biting his lip in frustration afterwards, "he confronted me. I had to kill him and grabbed a hostage to escape".
If Janus was angry, he would not let it show in his voice. "Oh dear" he said, "how unfortunate, seeing as the report was your one remaining task". Xenia had to fight back a smile. She knew that the General had now outlived his usefulness to Janus. As for the other woman, she wondered what Janus would want from her. He turned towards her and lifted his wine glass. "Welcome my dear" he said, "do take a seat". He gestured to the chair opposite him and the curly-haired woman sat nervously.
The train continued to rumble on as they went through the old industrial outskirts of St. Petersburg. Xenia continued to puff on her cigar, the smell of burning tobacco lingering in the carriage and causing Orumov to sniff a couple of times. Janus turned to the woman opposite him. "Very sorry to have caught you up in all of this my dear" he said, as he stood up from his seat. "Maybe we can find a way to make your stay with us a bit more enjoyable". He walked behind her slowly, putting his hands on her shoulder and flashing Xenia a look as he did so.
She understood what it meant and turned her back on the scene, putting the AK47 carefully down and putting her cigar into an ashtray. Her gloved hand reached inside her jacket and she took a moment to run a finger over the top of her breast and the basque, awakening her nipples and making them hard. She reached into her shoulder holster for the suppressed Makarov she was carrying within and quietly brought it out. "Maybe we can make you comfortable," Janus was saying . She turned around, keeping the gun out of sight to see him massaging the shoulders of the woman in the chair. Her face still looked scared.
"Maybe in time you might even learn to like me," Janus said. He lowered his mouth to the woman's neck and began to kiss it. She shrieked and stood quickly. He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him, locking his lips on hers. The woman squirmed and broke free, and she slapped him square across the face.
Janus chuckled after the blow. He felt his face where she had slapped him. "Another disappointment" he said whimsically. Xenia took her chance and walked the two paces up to the woman's back. She grabbed her mouth with one hand whilst the other jammed her suppressed Makarov into the woman's back.She twister her away from where Janus and Orumov were standing and pulled the trigger three times in quick succession.
Pfft-pfft-pfft. Xenia felt the gun kick and the woman jerked with each bullet, her shouts of pain muffled by Xenia's hand on her mouth. She released the woman, who fell to the floor, facing up towards Xenia and with a pleading look on her face. Her white blouse was now stained with red around her stomach but the shooting was giving Xenia pleasure. Her eyes opened wide and she aimed towards the woman's chest again. Pfft-pfft, pfft-pfft. She shot twice into each of the woman's breasts, ripping the blouse some more. "Mmmm" Xenia allowed herself to audibly express the pleasure she was feeling. Pffft. She finished off the woman with a shot to her head and breathed heavily. "Mmmm, ooooh, yeesss" she said.
She turned around, gun in hand and raised it to her lips. She softly blew the smoke from the end of the suppressor and looked at the two men. Janus was grinning wildly, enjoying the spectacle. Orumov looked as he had in the Severnaya station, confused and slightly afraid of her response to the kill. "Thank you" Janus said to Xenia as she tucked the pistol back into her holster, "just one disappointment after another today, eh?". Xenia could still feel the gun's warmth next to her breast and she bit her lip. She knew her murderous desires would be further satisfied soon.
Janus looked out of the window of the train as it started to slow. "Ah good, we're almost there," he said, stepping over the dead body of the woman on the floor to return to his seat and his food. He sipped some more wine and finished the glass he was holding while Orumov drank the remainder of his hip flask. Xenia picked up her AK47 again, flexing her gloved hand around it and picking up the remainder of her cigar, which she took a long drag from.
The train slowed to a stop and Xenia looked to see the helicopter in a field nearby, ready and waiting to take them to an old airfield and their flight to the Caribbean. "Time to say goodbye to Russia for a bit," Janus said whimsically. He looked excited at the prospect of what was going to happen next but he and Xenia knew they would likely not be back in the motherland for a while. He folded the napkin he had been using with his dinner carefully in place and led Orumov off the train, Xenia following close behind him.
They strolled to the middle of the field, Orumov slightly unsteadily after the alcohol and the events of the day. As they neared the helicopter, Janus stopped and turned to him. He put his hand on Orumov's shoulder. "We've had a good run, old chap, haven't we?" he said, giving him a smile, "but really, we should leave you here in Russia to face the rap for what happened at Severnaya".
Orumov looked angry. "And if I refuse?" he said, giving Janus a haughty look. "I won't face a trial here".
"Oh no, for a trial, you'd need to be alive!" Janus exclaimed. He took a step back and Orumov's face whitened. He began to fumble at his belt for the pistol in the holster but Xenia was ready for him. She had prepared for this scene and her AK47FSU was already in both of her hands, her stockinged legs already wide apart in a powerful stance. Her gloved finger wrapped around the trigger.
BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. She riddled Orumov's body with bullets from the assault rifle. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. His body danced like a marionette as each of her bullets found its target up and down his chest. Xenia screamed in pleasure. "OOOHH!! YEEESSS!!!" BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. The empty shell casings were littering the field around her and eventually Orumov dropped to the floor. "Mmm, MMMM" Xenia continued, pausing briefly to enjoy the sensation as her orgasm took over. She took a step towards Orumov's lifeless corpse and gave a final extended volley of hot lead BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. The gun finally went silent as her magazine emptied and Xenia closed her eyes, breathing in the smell of the weapon and feeling the tingling inside her body. "Mmmm, ohhh, mmmmmm" she let herself say quietly.
Janus was laughing next to her, enjoying the thrill of watching her kill with such impunity. She looked at him and gave him a teasing smile. There would still be more to come in their plan. She walked with him towards the helicopter and together, they began their journey to their final destination in Cuba.
