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Chapter 24
West Germany, 1986.
Elsa von Klein sashayed into the dimly lit room, the click of her heels echoing off the cold concrete walls of the abandoned tenement. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, framing her sharp blue eyes and full lips. She wore a tight-fitting purple dress that showed off her curves, paired with black stockings that had lace detail at the top. As she approached the pillar in the center of the room, she couldn't resist a smirk at the sight of the captive BND intelligence officer and Interpol operative, Jason Bunde.
"Well, well, well," Elsa purred as she circled around him. "What have we here? The great Jason Bunde, finally caught by the Medusa organization."
Elsa traced her finger along the edge of the BND intelligence officer’s jaw, relishing in the way he tensed under her touch. "You're quite a hotshot among your colleagues from what I hear. Shame you're so powerless now."
Jason Bunde gritted his teeth and glared at her.
"I won't give Medusa anything," he spat. "No matter what you do to me."
Elsa laughed, a throaty sound that sent shivers down Jason Bunde's spine. "Oh, darling, you're not in any position to make demands."
The Medusa Agent paced around the room, in front of Mr. Bunde, her shapely form adding to her allure as she moved, “You Western agents are all the same. Far easier to predict than the KGB or the Stasi of the East. It makes capturing my prey all the more boring.”
The blonde stepped closer towards him, her hand brushing over the bulge in his pants.
"In fact, I could just blow your brains out now and be done with it."
Elsa pulled out a sleek black handgun from the holster at her hip and pointed it downwards towards Jason Bunde's crotch. He involuntarily flinched and tried to pull away from her grasp, but the handcuffs kept him securely in place. The blonde leaned in closer to Agent Bunde, her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke.
"But where's the fun in that? I think we'll play a little game first," she whispered before planting a seductive kiss on his lips. Jason Bunde tried to resist, but he had to admit, the sensation was overwhelming even for him.
Breaking free from the kiss, Elsa stepped back, running her fingers through her hair, "You know, Jason Bunde, it's funny. I've heard that the women you date are known for their beauty, but I've never seen any of them compare to what I have."
The temptress gestured towards her ample bosom, barely contained by the tight fabric of her dress.
"Certainly not something you're used to seeing every day, hmm?"
Jason Bunde didn't respond, still trying to catch his breath after the kiss.
But before Elsa could make another move, there was a sudden thud and a flash of red as Diana Chester, his British liaison officer from MI-6, burst into the room, kicking the gun away from Elsa's hand.
Clad in a modest but fashionable red dress that covered her torso and matching heels, Diana looked the part of a usual Jason Bunde companion. However, beyond her looks, the hazel eyed brunette was a highly experienced field operative, one that Bunde could never quite figure out during the course of their journey but of whom, he was grateful to see.
Elsa spun around to face her opponent, a sly grin spreading across her lips. "Ah, so you're the backup plan, I assume? It's a pleasure to meet you, my dear."
Diana Chester didn't respond, instead launching a series of quick self-defense strikes that Elsa dodged with ease. The blonde was no slouch and she retaliated with a hidden knife attached to her right heel, the blade glinting in the dim light of the room.
The two women circled around one another, each sizing up the other. Elsa's purple dress clung to her every curve as she moved, the fabric rustling softly against the concrete floor. Diana Chester's red dress flowed around her like a cape, lending her movements an air of grace and agility.
Elsa made the first move, thrusting with her knife, but Diana was quick to block. Their bodies clashed together as they engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand combat. Elsa moved swiftly, using the back-up garter pistol strapped to her thigh to aim at Diana Chester, but the MI-6 operative was too good for that, kicking the garter pistol away from Elsa. She countered with a high kick that sent Elsa stumbling back against the nearby pillar.
Jason Bunde watched in horror as the two women engaged in the deadly dance of combat. He felt helpless, unable to do anything to stop the nefarious Elsa von Klein from hurting his fellow agent.
As Elsa kicked out with her right foot again, Jason Bunde gasped as the already tight purple dress rode up even further, revealing a black thong underneath. He barely had time to process the provocative sight before he saw Diana Chester's body move, barely evading the slashing knife blade that would have carved her midriff.
But the brunette was tougher than she looked - she managed to retaliate with a swift kick to Elsa's leg, sending the knife tumbling out of her shoe until it landed with a sickening thud just above Jason Bunde's head.
As he ducked, Jason Bunde wanted to cheer Diana Chester on, to tell her to keep fighting until Elsa was defeated. But he found himself in an unusual position as his voice was caught in his throat, a lump of fear and anxiety making it impossible to speak.
In the blink of an eye, the fight began to take a violent turn. Elsa swiftly kicked Diana in the groin, sending her staggering backwards. Before Jason Bunde had even registered what was happening, Elsa had grabbed Miss Chester by the hair and slammed her against the wall.
Jason Bunde winced as he saw the brunette's head bounce off the concrete, and he wished more than anything that he could’ve been the one fighting back against the Medusa organization. But for now, all he could do was watch in horror and hope that Diana would somehow find a way to get the upper hand.
As the fight continued between Elsa von Klein and Diana, time seemed to slow down for Jason Bunde. He watched as the two women moved with lightning-fast speed, their bodies colliding in a flurry of fists and feet.
And then, in an act of desperation, Diana Chester latched onto the front of Elsa's dress and tore it open with a fierce tug. Jason Bunde was shocked as he saw Elsa's black push-up bra and impressive cleavage spill out into view, the fabric of her dress falling away in tatters.
For a moment, even Elsa seemed taken aback by the sudden movement. She froze, her eyes wide as she struggled to regain her composure. But before Jason Bunde could even begin to analyze what was happening, Diana Chester was again already on the move.
She used the distraction to her advantage, lashing out with sharp jabs and a strike of her heel that drove Elsa back against the opposite wall. And this time, when Diana Chester made her move, she was too fast for Elsa to retaliate.
Jason Bunde felt a surge of hope as the British operative finally gained the upper hand in the fight. He watched as the two women struggled against each other, the sound of their grunts and groans echoing off the walls of the secret lair. They were evenly matched, each one fighting with skill and ferocity.
But eventually, it seemed that Elsa gained the upper hand as she utilized her height to her advantage. With a deft move, she managed to lean down and flip Diana Chester over onto her back, placing her leg firmly on Diana Chester's stomach. Jason Bunde winced as he saw Elsa pulling on Diana Chester's chestnut hair.
But the worst was yet to come. With another sudden motion, Elsa pulled hard on the front of Diana Chester's dress, tearing it down the midriff and revealing the British agent's white panties.
Jason Bunde couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt as he watched the strip show taking place before him. Part of him was admiring the way Diana Chester's body glowed in the dim light, her curves and angles revealed in all their feminine glory.
But his admiration was short-lived. Elsa was clearly unrelenting in her attack, and Jason Bunde knew that if Diana didn't find a way to fend her off soon, the consequences could be dire.
With bated breath, Jason Bunde watched as the fight continued on, his fists clenched tightly as he hoped for a miracle.
With a sadistic gleam in her eyes, Elsa grabbed Diana by her dress and hairbun and slammed her against the wall. With a sudden move, Elsa pinned Diana Chester in place and pressed her chest against her face, smothering Diana Chester's face between her massive push-up bra enhanced cleavage.
Jason Bunde watched in horror as he saw Diana Chester struggle for breath, her face turning red as she gasped for air.
"If you wanted to see these so badly, you should've told me earlier," Elsa mocked Diana Chester sadistically, in retaliation for her dress being torn apart. "It's not my fault that brunettes are so flat-chested - you should learn a thing from us blondes."
Jason Bunde could see the frustration in Diana’s face as she was forced to listen to Elsa speak, unable to breathe or even respond with words herself.
Truthfully, Elsa seemed to revel in the domination she had over Diana Chester, and as she continued to smother her, Jason Bunde could see the rage contort on Diana’s face. She was fighting back, struggling to escape from Elsa's deadly bosomy grip.
But the Medusa agent was too strong. As Diana Chester stumbled around in her high heels, Elsa expertly blocked and dodged Agent Chester's fists, all the while keeping the British agent pinned against the wall with her bosom.
Eventually, Diana escaped but only by tripping in her heels as she caught a slap straight onto her cheek from Elsa’s palm. The brunette gasped for air as she heaved on the floor. Her moment was brief and cut short as she was slowly lifted back up by her hair and slapped several more times, drawing girlish yelps from the MI-6 agent.
Jason Bunde's heart raced as he watched the two women circle around each other. It was like watching a deadly dance, each move precise and calculated.
And then, without warning, Elsa slammed Diana Chester back against the wall, firing several punches towards her ribs. Jason Bunde winced as he heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh, knowing that Diana must've been in agony.
But still, the British agent didn't give up. Her eyes soon flashed with a fierce determination, and Jason Bunde knew that despite the odds stacked against her, she wouldn’t go down without a fight.
“That’s it, go get her,” he encouraged Diana quietly to himself.
Nonetheless, Elsa's smile grew wider as she saw the desperation in Diana's eyes. With a sudden move, Elsa chuckled as she grabbed onto Diana Chester's white panties and tugged at them for leverage as she smothered her once again with her impressive rack. The back of Diana Chester's red dress began to rip under the stress.
Despite the pain and discomfort, Diana Chester refused to give up. Her fists flew through the air as she aimed swift blows at Elsa's sides, connecting with solid thuds.
But it was no use - Elsa was too strong. Her arms wrapped tightly around Diana Chester's head, smothering her with her ample chest.
Despite the intensity of the fight, Jason Bunde couldn't help but feel a pang of arousal as he watched the two women struggle against each other. He was torn between wanting to put an end to the madness and feeling compelled to observe the erotically charged spectacle play out before his eyes.
Suddenly, Diana Chester's strategy shifted. Instead of continuing to strike Elsa with her fists, she brought her arms together before manipulating them apart and slamming Elsa's arms away from grabbing her neck. With a sudden surge of strength, Diana freed herself from the bosomy smother.
From there, Diana Chester took advantage of the moment and utilizing a technique she learned from her experiences in the Far East, threw both palms directly at Elsa's breasts. Her open palms smacked directly into Elsa's cleavage with a sickening thud, sending the blonde temptress screaming as she stumbled backwards several feet.
As Elsa crashed into a portrait hanging on the wall, Jason Bunde couldn't believe his eyes - her breasts and nipples had popped slightly out of her bra, pointing upwards towards the ceiling like two brownish circles
Elsa let out a gasp of pain as she clutched her chest, her eyes widening in shock and humiliation. For once, she seemed at a loss for words as she struggled to recover from the blow.
Jason Bunde couldn't believe what he was seeing as he saw a look of desperation pass over Elsa's faces as she realized that her bra hooks had snapped under the pressure of
Diana Chester's palms. Her large breasts spilled out of the cups, bouncing freely against her chest without any support and leaving the blonde temptress with her breasts exposed for all to see. In a moment of desperation, Elsa tried to cover herself up, her face burning with humiliation.
As she struggled to cover up, Jason Bunde couldn't help but find the situation oddly amusing. Here was Elsa von Klein, the sultry and dangerous blonde temptress, in a state of complete undress and vulnerability.
Desperately attempting to fix the back of her bra, Elsa frantically tried to restore some semblance of modesty. But it was no use - her attempts only made her breasts jiggle and sway even more, drawing more attention to her plight.
For a moment, Jason Bunde allowed himself to chuckle, finding some humor in the situation. But his amusement was short-lived - he knew that the fight between these two deadly women was far from over.
With a snarl, Elsa lunged forward, her fists flying at Diana Chester with a renewed ferocity. Despite being humiliated and exposed, she was still a force to be reckoned with - and Jason Bunde knew that Diana would need every ounce of her strength and skill if she hoped to come out on top in this fight.
Diana barely dodged each of Elsa's wild strikes as her bosom swung and swayed around furiously. In a way and much to Diana’s relief, Elsa's own breasts had become a hindrance of sorts, unintentionally slowing her down as she was dragged down by the weight of her chest.
Diana Chester, on the other hand, proved to be more nimble, her red dress flowing in the air as she dodged and weaved, anticipating each of Elsa's punches with surprising ease.
And then, with a sudden kick, Diana Chester sent Elsa flying back towards a wall.
As Elsa slammed into the wall, the blonde temptress was inches from Jason Bunde's face. The Interpol agent couldn't help but be taken aback by the sudden proximity of her bare breasts, still exposed and jiggling wildly.
Jason Bunde’s eyes widened as they bounced and jiggled mere inches away from his face, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. But he quickly pushed the thoughts aside, focusing instead on the fight at hand.
Elsa, however, was not deterred. She pulled the knife above Jason’s head out of the wall and began to swing it wildly, missing Diana Chester by mere milliseconds as she was slowed down by her massive swinging breasts.
"What? Not used to fighting naked?" Diana Chester remarked with a smirk.
Elsa grew more angry at the comment, her face contorted with rage.
"I thought Medusa’s female operatives would be used to it, considering they're accustomed to sleeping and moving around with just about anyone."
The exchange only fueled Elsa's anger further, causing her to become more aggressive as she lashed out with a flurry of slashes and swings. However, despite her best efforts, she couldn't seem to land a hit on Diana Chester.
Jason Bunde could hardly keep up with the action - it was like watching a scene from a spy thriller. But as the fight continued, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of admiration for Diana Chester. She was truly a skilled agent, able to hold her own against such an armed and ‘well equipped’ opponent.
With her second wind carrying her, Diana Chester continued to dodge Elsa's wild swings, dancing around her opponent in a graceful and fluid motion. But it was when she raised her arms to block a punch that Jason Bunde saw something unbelievable.
Diana Chester blocked Elsa's strike with her forearms, but as she did, she created claws with her hands before latching her fingers onto the exposed breasts of the blonde temptress.
Jason Bunde was stunned as he watched Diana Chester's fingers twist and pull at Elsa's breasts, causing the blonde temptress to cry out in agony. With her breasts still exposed, Elsa was vulnerable and Diana Chester took full advantage of this weakness, giving Elsa a brutal titty twister.
Watching from the sidelines, Jason Bunde couldn't help but feel a mixture of arousal and amusement. He had never seen a move quite like this before, and yet, there was something oddly satisfying about watching Elsa receive the punishment she deserved.
As Diana continued to twist and turn, Elsa's cries of pain grew louder and more frantic. But it was evident that Diana Chester was in full control of the fight - she had found a major weakness - two, in fact - and was exploiting it to the fullest.
Despite the intensity of the situation, Agent Bunde couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal as well. After all, it wasn't every day that you got to see such a beautiful woman in such a state of vulnerability - or such a unique fighting technique being used to such great effect.
"You call yourself an elite operative?" Diana Chester taunted with a smirk as she continued to twist and pull at Elsa's bosom, dragging her in various directions around the room, "You can't even hit a stationary target."
The insults seemed to have an effect on Elsa, who let out a wordless cry of rage. But despite her fury, she couldn't land a single hit on Diana Chester even at such close proximity.
Elsa let out a scream of frustration and tried to lash out with her knife, but Diana Chester was too quick for her. The blonde’s attempts to slash and stab Diana Chester with the knife she held in her hand seemed futile as Diana Chester danced around her, evading her attacks with ease before grabbing onto a dangling portion of Elsa’s dress and tearing it right off.
"What's wrong, feeling a little underdressed all of a sudden?" Diana Chester continued, relishing the opportunity to humiliate her opponent, "Maybe you should stick to what you do best - seducing men and stealing information."
Elsa tried to lash out with a backhand, hoping to use another means of attacking the MI-6 operative, but Diana Chester simply dodged the attack before placing her hands back on Elsa’s chest, causing her to howl in pain as the titty torture began once again.
The Medusa grunted and shouted in anger, pulling against Diana Chester's grip as she tried to break free. But it was no use. Diana maneuvered around the blonde temptress, her elegant moves resembling a graceful dance rather than a fight.
Jason Bunde watched in amazement as the fight continued, feeling a mixture of awe and admiration for Diana Chester. He had never seen someone fight quite like this before - dodging and weaving in a mesmerizing display of skill and precision with such grace and fluidity, it was like watching a master artist at work.
As the fight continued, it became clear that there was only one winner - and it wasn't going to be the sultry blonde temptress in the tight purple dress or what was left of it.
Jason Bunde watched in horror as Elsa attempted to swing the knife up from below, aiming for Diana Chester's heart. But to his utter amazement, Diana Chester released her grip on Elsa at the last second and backed up, narrowly dodging the strike that split in half much of the fabric covering her chest.
As the modest red dress ripped open, Jason Bunde's eyes widened in shock as he caught a glimpse of Diana Chester's white panties beneath her torn dress. The dress had partially split in half and in a way, when combined with Diana’s white panties, made her out to be a personification of the Flag of England.
“God save the Queen, indeed,” Bunde muttered to himself.
But there was little time to appreciate the view as Elsa followed up with another swing of her knife. With a wild look in her eye, she swung the knife sideways, aiming for Diana Chester's exposed midriff. But once more, Diana Chester was too quick. As the brunette woman’s hair bun came apart and her locks of hair splashed across her face and shoulders, she leaned and flipped over backwards, showcasing her white panties amidst her tattered dress as her legs spread open.
Elsa had successfully struck Diana but rather than cut through flesh, she ended up only tearing apart the rest of the brunette’s red dress.
As Agent Chester landed back on her feet, Jason Bunde had to do a double-take.
For a moment, Bunde couldn't believe his eyes - he had always known that Diana Chester was beautiful, but he never imagined that she was so well-endowed. Her dress had fallen apart at the front from the knife strikes and her bra had separated at the front as well, revealing a massive pair of breasts that plopped out freely for the first time, much to Jason Bunde and even Elsa's wide-eyed shock.
There was a momentary pause as, for the first time, everyone took in the sight of Diana Chester's exposed breasts. Jason Bunde couldn't help but stare - he had never seen such perfectly plump and large breasts before, bouncing and swaying with each movement. And he couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal at the sight.
Diana Chester stood tall and proud, her bra and dress tattered and ripped apart, exposing her beautiful breasts for all to see. She smirked as she bounced her chest at Elsa, almost as if challenging the blonde to make another move.
"Well, come on then," Diana Chester taunted, her voice laced with confidence, "You wanted a fight - now's your chance."
Elsa seemed momentarily taken aback by Diana Chester's sudden confidence and boldness. But despite the shock of seeing Diana Chester's beautiful breasts, she quickly regrouped.
Elsa sneered and stomped her feet, "You can't handle a real woman like me!"
With a snarl, Elsa charged forward, her knife held high. But Diana Chester was ready. She smoothly dodged Elsa's attack and retaliated with a swift strike of her own, landing a firm slap across Elsa's face.
The slap stung Elsa's cheek, and she stumbled back, momentarily disoriented. But she didn't give up. With a fierce look in her eye, Elsa lunged forward once again, determined to take down Diana Chester and end this fight once and for all.
As the two women continued to battle it out in this lair controlled by the nefarious Medusa organization, Jason Bunde watched, completely captivated by the sheer intensity and skill of the fight.
And as he watched Diana Chester bounce her chest in front of Elsa, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal - after all, who could dare resist such a beautiful and skilled British agent?
Elsa seemed momentarily taken aback by Diana Chester's sudden confidence and boldness. But despite the shock of seeing Diana Chester's beautiful bouncing breasts, she quickly regained her composure as she looked at Diana Chester and scoffed, "Please, don't make me laugh. What does an inferior woman, a brunette, know about curves and beauty? You can't compare to the likes of me. I am Medusa’s most beautiful and skilled operative!"
As she spoke, Elsa flicked her hair and thrust out her own bosom, indicating her own ample cleavage. But Diana Chester was unfazed.
As Elsa lunged forward with another strike, Diana Chester quickly moved in and deftly blocked the attack. She pressed her own bosom against Elsa's as she leaned forward, looking the sultry blonde temptress directly in the eye.
"Oh really?" Diana Chester purred, her eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and confidence, "Care to put it to the test?"
With that, Diana Chester pushed forward, causing their bosoms to collide with a soft thud. Elsa gasped as she felt the softness of Diana Chester's breasts against her own, momentarily stunned by the sensation.
For a moment, nobody moved as they stood there, chests heaving against each other.
Jason watched with wide eyes as the two women pressed their chests together, eyes locking in a heated stare. He was transfixed by the sight of their breasts, which jostled and heaved against each other as they continued to fight. Elsa's blonde hair and angry blue eyes contrasted sharply against Diana Chester's chestnut mane and piercing hazel eyes. Neither woman budged as they fiercely stared each other down.
But it was the expression on Diana Chester's face that truly intrigued him.
There was a look of confidence and mischief in Diana Chester’s eyes as she looked down at Elsa's unhooked bra and saw the tag that read "32F Cup". Diana Chester glanced back up at Elsa's face, a taunting smile crossing her lips.
"Looks like someone should stick to stuffing her bra," Diana Chester taunted with a gleeful expression.
As Elsa looked down at the torn bra that revealed Diana Chester's own impressive breasts, skipping past the letters before seeing in numbers next to them, "34G", Elsa's eyes widened in horror as she looked back up at Diana Chester. She knew what that meant - Diana Chester's breasts were even bigger than her own.
"Oh…du meine Güte…." Elsa gasped, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation of Diana Chester's breasts against her own.
Jason Bunde couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was like watching a car accident in slow motion - he knew he should look away, but he just couldn't tear his eyes from the spectacle.
Elsa tried to retort with something clever, but found herself speechless as she looked down at Diana Chester's chest once again. And then, Jason Bunde could only observe as Diana's breasts began to devour and absorb Elsa's own pair.
With Elsa’s knife being held firmly to the side by Diana Chester's hand, Elsa stood breathless and shocked as she felt her own breasts being dominated and abused by Diana Chester's perfect pair. The blonde temptress cried out in horror as she felt herself become flattened.
Diana Chester giggled in response, delighting in the power she had over her opponent.
"Admit it, brunettes are just as beautiful - if not more so - than blondes. We have curves in all the right places. And my pair," she paused for dramatic effect as Diana Chester leaned forward and pressed her bosom further into Elsa's, "is bigger and better than any blonde bombshell’s. Got it?"
Jason Bunde could see the look of horror on the blonde temptress's face as her own breasts were flattened under the weight of Diana Chester's own huge breasts.
Elsa tried to fight back, but it was clear that she was outmatched. Diana Chester was bigger, stronger, and more skilled than she was.
The secret agent couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for his fellow agent - she was an incredible fighter, beautiful and confident in equal measure.
As Diana Chester continued to press her advantage over the sultry blonde temptress, Jason Bunde wondered how this epic battle of bosoms would come to an end.
The two women continued to press their bodies together as if engaged in some sort of primal dance. Their grunts mixed with their taunts and insults as they battled for dominance. He found himself unable to tear his eyes away from the scene before him, feeling a dizzying mixture of desire and awe.
Suddenly, without warning, Diana Chester released her breasts from Elsa's, allowing the sultry blonde's breasts to droop and dangle to the side in defeat - the intensity of Diana Chester's chest having been enough to fully dominate and flatten hers to the point where they now sagged more than before.
Diana Chester stepped back with a satisfied smirk on her face, her eyebrows raised in amusement at the sight.
"Cow tits," she sneered, gesturing at Elsa's sagging breasts, "Looks like someone needs to invest in a better bra."
Elsa was stunned, her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment at the humiliation she was experiencing. She tried to shield her devastated chest with her arms, but Diana Chester was too quick for her, grabbing hold of one of her orbs and squeezing it firmly.
"Maybe you should stick to producing milk instead of trying to fight," Diana quipped.
Jason Bunde couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at seeing the arrogant Medusa agent put in her place by the talented, beautiful Diana Chester.
Flustered and embarrassed, Elsa tried to swipe her knife towards Diana Chester, aiming for her chest but failing miserably as Diana Chester grabbed her wrist with a flick of her hand. Elsa's face contorted in frustration, realizing that she was powerless against the skilled Interpol agent.
As Diana Chester's grip on Elsa's wrist increased, Elsa gasped in pain. It was clear that Diana Chester was holding nothing back - she was determined to win this fight at any cost.
In response, the British agent grabbed the blonde temptress by her golden locks with her free hand, yanking her head forward. Before Elsa had a chance to react, Diana Chester was pressing her huge chest against Elsa's face, smothering her in triumph.
He could see the look of pain and desperation on Elsa's face as Diana Chester began to smother her with her massive 34G cup sized chest, effectively silencing the blonde temptress.
"Mocking brunettes and their bosoms earlier, were you?" Diana taunted as she continued to press Elsa's head into her chest, smothering her with her voluptuous curves. "Well, looks like you just got a taste of your own medicine. How does it feel?"
Elsa struggled against Diana Chester's chest, her muffled cries unable to escape the mountain of flesh pressing against her face. Jason Bunde watched in fascination as Diana Chester continued to dominate and humiliate Elsa, the blonde temptress powerless against the sheer size and strength of her opponent.
"You wanted to compare blondes and brunettes? Right?" Diana Chester continued taunting and posing questions as she pressed Elsa's face deeper into her chest, "Well, I think I just proved which one is superior."
As she said this, Jason Bunde watched in amazement as Diana Chester's breasts began to swell even more. Her chest was like a force of nature, nipping Elsa in a vice-like grip as the blonde temptress struggled to free herself.
As Elsa struggled against Diana Chester's overpowering chest, Jason Bunde couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement at the turn of events. It was clear that Diana Chester was the better fighter and her feminine wiles made her an even more formidable woman. In the end, there was no denying it - Diana Chester was the superior fighter, with breasts that were bigger, stronger, and more powerful than Elsa's own.
The West German agent wanted to free himself and step forward, but he knew that he would only get in the way. Besides, he couldn't stop watching - he was almost hypnotized by the sight of these two chesty women battling it out with their bosoms.
Elsa's face was turning a deep shade of red as she struggled to breathe. Diana Chester only tightened her grip, giving no mercy to the defeated blonde.
As her hand tightened around Elsa's wrist, Diana Chester’s determination to win this fight was evident in the damage that she inflicted upon the blonde temptress. With a swift motion, she delivered a powerful kick to the blonde temptress's groin with her knee. Elsa cried out in agony as the knife dropped from her hand and clattered to the ground.
Jason Bunde let out a cheer as he watched the scene unfolding before him, his partner's strength and agility proving to be too much for their rival.
But Diana Chester was not done yet. As Elsa bent over, grasping onto her crotch in pain, Diana Chester stepped forward and grabbed the remnants of Elsa's purple dress. With a sudden yank, the dress tore apart, exposing her black clad thong and stockings as she was left standing there in nothing but her lingerie.
Diana couldn't resist delivering a final blow. Holding onto Elsa's torn dress, she pressed her much smaller body against Elsa's, using her massive 34G bust to forcefully slap the temptress in the face.
"You're finished, whore," the British agent stated through gritted teeth.
Jason Bunde watched as Elsa stumbled backwards, tripping over her discarded dress and ending up bent over in front of Jason Bunde. Elsa's bent over form left very little to the imagination - her stockings, with holes in them, and black-clad thong were highly visible as her bra straps dangled along her arms. Her face was twisted in agony as she reflexively stumbled forward and landed against Jason Bunde's bulge.
Jason Bunde couldn't help but blush as Elsa's face landed against the bulge in his pants.
Bent over in pain, Elsa grasped onto her crotch with one hand, her head turned toward Jason Bunde. As she did so, her beautiful facial features contorted in pain, her stunning blue eyes streaming with tears.
As the scene played out before him, Jason Bunde had a clear view of Elsa's bent-over rear end - from behind he could see the back of her lacy black thong on full display. He was tempted for a moment to reach out and touch her exquisitely toned backside, but he knew that doing so would only get him in trouble with his British partner.
Instead, he simply enjoyed the view, his eyes roving over every inch of Elsa's exposed flesh.
But Diana Chester clearly didn't like the sight, as she quickly intervened.
Before Jason could say anything, Diana Chester stepped forward, looking furious at seeing Elsa in such a compromising position with her partner. Without a word, she reached down and grabbed the back of Elsa's thong, yanking it upwards with all her might.
Jason winced as he heard Elsa cry out in pain. He could only imagine the excruciating pain of a wedgie of such force, as her thong cut into the delicate flesh of her privates.
The British agent also grabbed hold of Elsa's hair, using it to drag her dazed body across the room. Jason Bunde watched in amazement as Diana dragged Elsa towards the pillar next to the elevator, her eyes narrowing in determination.
The blonde stumbled helplessly as she was dragged.
Eventually, Diana Chester threw Elsa up against the pillar, pressing her chest against Elsa's back while pulling on her hair, tussling it as she aggressively shoved her around. Jason Bunde could see Elsa struggling, trying to kick and claw her way out of Diana Chester's grip.
But Diana was too strong for her - she held on tight, taking control of the situation by putting Elsa in her place and making sure she couldn't escape.
With a swift motion, the brunette hoisted Elsa up against the pillar, holding her there with one hand while grabbing the back of her thong with the other.
As Diana Chester pushed Elsa against the pillar, Jason Bunde could see that the blonde temptress gave up her resistance. Her hair was disheveled, her mouth was agape, and her makeup had run down her face in streaks.
While Diana Chester continued to hold Elsa up against the pillar, she accidentally bumped into the blonde's bag. Jason Bunde watched as two eight-inch rods fell out onto the ground.
“Careful, Diana, I think that might be some kind of weapon. Medusa is known to possess high tech gadgets and weaponry,” Jason stated, unable to fully examine what nefarious items the enemy agent possessed from his bindings.
"You really think so? I think it may be something far more thrilling," Diana Chester said slyly, tossing a mischievous glance at Jason Bunde.
Jason Bunde was taken aback by Diana Chester's assumption, but he couldn't deny that the rods did look suggestive. His curiosity was soon replaced by perverted interest as Diana Chester parted aside Elsa's thong to reveal her intimate parts.
Without a moment's hesitation, Diana Chester shifted her attention from Jason Bunde toward Elsa's exposed body. With a mischievous glint in her eye, the brunette spy took the rod and plunged it into Elsa's round buttocks, pressing the buttons on it causing it to vibrate and eliciting a gasp from the blonde assassin.
Jason Bunde watched as Elsa's eyes widened and she jerked upwards against the pillar, causing her to let out a guttural moan.
The Interpol agent could see the buttons on the rods light up as Diana pressed them, causing them to start vibrating. And his eyes widened as he saw Elsa's body jerk upwards against the pillar, pleasure and pain mingling together as the devices teased and tormented her most sensitive areas.
Jason Bunde, who had assumed the devices were weapons until now, was surprised and excited by the sudden turn of events.
The vibrations seemed to be too much for Elsa to handle as she slumped against the wall, groaning in pleasure and pain at the same time. Diana Chester giggled at the sight of Elsa twitching and writhing under her control as she inserted the other rod into Elsa's vaginal lips.
"Look at this loose fanny of hers, Jason," Diana Chester said, her voice dripping with disdain. "She must’ve been used up by all the men at Medusa’s headquarters."
As Diana pressed a button on the second rod, it began vibrating, sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain through Elsa's body. The blonde villainess moaned loudly as the vibrations jolted her further upwards against the pillar.
Diana Chester was having far too much fun to stop now.
As Elsa continued to writhe and moan in pleasure, Diana noticed a small note attached to the bag that was addressed to Elsa.
The British operative picked the note up and read aloud the parts that weren’t blacked out, "Use to finish off…..after your job is completed."
"It looks like you're just doing her a favor," stated Jason, with a chuckle.
After a loud grunt, Elsa let out a few words of desperation and attempted to speak but found herself quickly silenced as Diana shoved a scrap of her own dress into her mouth.
As Diana Chester continued to press the buttons, causing the devices to vibrate even harder, Elsa's cries turned to moans and grunts.
Jason Bunde squirmed in his handcuffs, feeling a familiar tug in his groin and wanting to stand up for once. He looked over at Diana Chester with a confident but lustful expression, hoping she would notice his excitement and help alleviate his desires.
Diana Chester seemed to sense his arousal, shooting him a sultry side glance before turning her attention back to Elsa.
With a final taunt, Diana Chester released Elsa's hair and backed away, her hands on her hips as she looked down at her defeated opponent. It was clear that the battle was over, and Diana Chester had achieved victory in every way possible - from pure combat to the battle of bosoms to the submission session, there was no denying that she had emerged as the superior woman.
Meanwhile, Elsa writhed in pleasure and pain, her body tensing and arching upwards against the pillar as she reached a climax. Her back arched and her head rolled back on her shoulders as she gasped for breath, her fingers clutching at her heaving chest while her mouth stood agape and wide open in an 'O' shape. As the intensity of the devices became too much for her to bear, Elsa let out a low moan through her gag and her body jolted one last time as she climaxed before slumping back against the pillar, defeated.
And yet, with her last burst of energy and with her hands desperately reaching out, Elsa crawled forward, hoping to escape the clutches of her captors.
But as she wriggled on all fours towards the elevator, the intensity of the devices had taken their toll on her; she suddenly went limp, her face hitting the ground with a thud. Elsa lay there, still and defeated, her ass in the air and her bosom spilled to the side, the tiny remnant of her torn dress not enough to cover her naked body.
The only sounds protruding from Elsa’s body were the vibrating hums of the phallic devices.
Diana Chester observed all of this with her hands on her hips. She could see that Elsa had been thoroughly defeated and knew that their mission was accomplished. With one last glance at the blonde villainess, Diana Chester turned around and walked back towards Jason Bunde.
The interpol agent couldn't resist the sight before him as Diana Chester strutted towards him, her hips swaying seductively with each step. He drank in her beauty, her long chestnut hair cascading down her back in waves.
Even with her clothes torn and tattered from the fight, Diana Chester was still a sight to behold. Her red dress was torn on the sides, revealing her white panties whenever she moved. Her bouncing bosom could be seen through the gaps in her torn bra, and her smooth legs were on full display.
As Diana Chester approached Jason, she noticed the gleam in his eyes and smirked. She raised one perfectly sculpted eyebrow as if asking “What you're looking at?”
Jason Bunde's eyes followed every move she made, admiring her curves and svelte figure. As Diana Chester walked towards him, she placed her hands on her hips, accentuating her hourglass figure even further.
"Looks like we scored another one for the good guys," Diana Chester said with a smirk as she reached out and undid the handcuffs around Jason Bunde's wrists. She took his hand and yanked him forward, throwing him against the wall before pressing her body up against him.
Jason Bunde nodded, his eyes availing the opportunity to trail down her neckline and towards her breasts.
"Guess I owe you one," Jason managed to say.
"It's my job, Agent," she said with a hint of teasing in her voice, her breath tickling Bunde’s earlobe as she spoke, “Now, why don’t we skip out on business and move towards pleasure?”
As if on cue, the unconscious Elsa let out a guttural moan as the two agents stared at one another before heading off, their hands tearing and eagerly tossing aside their clothing and clutching their bodies as they embraced.
