Tom was a little nervous as he prepared for his “meeting” with Veronica in the large conference room. He carefully unwrapped the two white tablets and placed them on the small black plate. He made sure that none of the white powder from the tablets stuck to his fingers and then wiped his hands with a disinfectant wipe. He was aware that even a few milligrams of the tablets could cause irreparable damage to the nervous system. The dose he’d placed on the plate for Veronica could have killed an elephant. Once he’d prepared everything, he picked up the phone and called Veronica into the room.

Visibly nervous, the 25-year-old entered the conference room and closed the door behind her. In accordance with the “Intelligence-Factory Corp” dress code, she wore a minimalist business outfit consisting of a white blouse, a dark blue miniskirt, black nylons, and high-heeled shoes. She wore her long, dark hair down. She wore only subtle makeup and was visibly nervous as she walked over to the conference table where Tom was waiting for her. The outlines of her nipples against her tight-fitting blouse revealed two things to Tom: first, that she was apparently not wearing a bra; and second, that she was visibly excited... yes, perhaps even aroused. Tom knew that Victoria wasn’t stupid. When a handler invited a field agent to an unscheduled meeting, the topics to be discussed were usually not pleasant ones. Did she know what he was about to tell her? If so, she was extremely composed and professional.

He greeted her warmly and asked her to sit down. Her gaze fell on the two pills lying on the plate, and for a second he could see that she was struggling to keep her composure. Her hands trembled slightly as she turned the chair around to sit down across from Tom.

“Can you guess why I needed to talk to you, Veronica?” he asked in a deliberately calm and empathetic voice.

She cleared her throat nervously and hesitated before answering. Her gaze fell on the two pills again. “I... um... well, no... not really, ” she stammered nervously.

“I’m afraid I have bad news, Victoria. We have information indicating that the Russians know about you. Your cover’s blown, Victoria. I’m sorry...”

Victoria struggled not to let her shock show. She began to tremble slightly as she stared, slightly panicked, into Tom’s eyes... perhaps hoping to tell from his body language whether this was just a very bad joke or a “test.”

“What... what... what does that mean now, sir?” she finally asked, her voice cracking.

Tom hesitated before answering. He let Victoria’s body language and her shock sink in. Both were arousing him more and more. “Having” to tell a 25-year-old beauty like Victoria that she now had to die had always sexually aroused him. So far in his career, he’d had to deliver this bad news to four young women, and every time, he’d gotten an erection in his pants. In those four cases, he hadn’t been able to bring himself to take advantage of the situation. But this time, he was determined to shamelessly exploit his young employee’s hopeless predicament.

He pointed to the two pills. “You know the procedure that applies in this case. Section 16a of our company policy: Exposed female agents who possess Confidentiality Level 3 or higher must be terminated for the protection of the company and in accordance with the U.S. Counterintelligence Act....”

Within seconds, Victoria’s face turned ashen. Her fingers nervously clenched the armrests of the chair, and Tom could see her pretty little head spinning. Her thoughts were racing... she was in a state of denial. She couldn’t—and wouldn’t—accept that Tom had just pronounced her death sentence. She reached for the glass of water on the table and struggled to bring it to her mouth with her trembling hands, taking two large sips. She closed her eyes silently for a few seconds and set the glass back on the table.

“Are you sure, sir?” she asked. But even as she asked the question, she clearly realized how pointless it was to ask. If he hadn’t been sure, he wouldn’t have summoned her to tell her that she now had to die.

Tom didn’t answer. Instead, he stared at the young and beautiful woman. He felt the blood slowly rush into his penis as an erection gradually formed.

“What... what’s going to happen now... I mean... how am I going to..., ” Victoria stammered, visibly desperate.

Tom remained completely calm and replied, “Well... we have to make sure the Russians don’t catch you alive. In fact, more than that: we have to make sure the Russians believe that you were working for them after all and were therefore tortured to death by us...”

“Tortured to death?” Victoria blurted out in panic.

“Shhhhh... stay calm, Victoria. Let me finish. Yes, we have to make it look as though WE assumed you were working for the Russians. We’ll make sure the Russians find your mutilated body. That’s the only way we can ensure they write you off as a ‘loss’ and don’t investigate any further, ” he said in a calm, matter-of-fact voice.

“You want to mutilate me, sir?” she asked as her eyes filled with tears.

“Yes, Victoria. But you won’t feel a thing. I want you to take these two pills now. They contain a cocktail of drugs and poison that will make you extremely high in no time. The coke will completely disinhibit you, and the strong painkillers will ensure that you feel practically no pain at all. And the poison will put you to sleep in one to two hours at the earliest... you’ll fall peacefully into a sleep from which you’ll never wake up. Only then will we brutally mutilate and tear you apart. It will later look like an hours-long orgy of torture. We’ll mutilate you where it hurts a woman the most: We’ll crush, pierce, and cut off your breasts; spread your legs wide apart; and abuse, penetrate, burn, slash, and mutilate your vagina in every conceivable way...”

Tom’s penis was now almost fully erect, and he could no longer hide the massive bulge in his pants. Without taking his eyes off the shocked young woman, he unzipped his pants, exposed his hard cock, and began to jerk off very slowly and with obvious pleasure.

Victoria stared at him, speechless and stunned.

“Of course, before your torture and death, you’ll also be brutally raped and sexually abused. The Russians will find the semen of more than 15 men in your dismembered corpse. To make it believable, MY semen has to be there too....”

Tom could tell by Veronica’s expression that she had understood his plan. The fact that the torture would take place only after her death brought visible relief to the 25-year-old. The certainty of now being brutally raped and abused by 15 men, however, seemed to be something the young woman was handling relatively well. To Tom, it almost seemed as if the thought of the impending gang rape was actually turning her on immensely.

“Get undressed, Veronica, ” Tom suddenly ordered her in an unusually harsh tone that left no doubt he meant business.

Victoria hesitated briefly. Then she reached for the buttons on her blouse and slowly unbuttoned it from the top down. As she did so, she alternated between making eye contact with Tom and staring completely unabashedly at his hard cock, which Tom continued to jerk off very slowly and with obvious pleasure.

When her blouse was completely unbuttoned and her perfectly shaped breasts—including her rock-hard nipples—were visible, she uncrossed her legs, causing her blue miniskirt to ride way up. Between her wide-open thighs, Tom now had a perfect view of her perfectly shaved pussy. Then she spread her legs even wider and rested her knees on the armrests of the chair. Without taking her eyes off Tom, she reached between her legs with her right hand and used two fingers to part her already slightly open labia. In the light of the conference room, Tom could see the glisten of her pussy juice on her pink inner labia.

Tom began to feel the blood pulsing in his head as he watched the gorgeous woman start to rub her clit completely unabashedly with her left hand, while she slid the middle and index fingers of her right hand deep into her wet pussy to finger herself with slow, pleasurable thrusts.

He walked toward the masturbating woman and positioned himself next to her so that his rock-hard cock was right in front of her pretty face. Without hesitation, Victoria turned her head slightly, opened her mouth, and began to suck Tom’s hard cock. As she did so, her masturbating fingers grew faster by the second, and it wasn’t long before she began to moan and gasp with his cock in her mouth. Seconds later, her body was shaken by a visibly intense orgasm.

Victoria paused the blowjob to savor her climax with ecstatic spasms. A thick gush of her pussy juice dripped from her cunt and pooled on the chair’s leather upholstery.

Tom reached for the white pill and held it up to Victoria’s mouth... Once again, she parted her lips slightly and stuck out her tongue toward him. Carefully, Tom placed the pill on her tongue with his left hand while jerking off his cock with quick strokes. Victoria understood... she kept her mouth wide open, with the pill on her tongue. Seconds later, Tom groaned and shot a massive load of his hot cum directly into her open mouth, landing on the pill. As he recovered from his intense climax, he tenderly ran his fingers over the 25-year-old’s lips and pressed them together to close her mouth. He watched as she swallowed the deadly pill along with his cum and nodded to her in approval.

“Well done, my little one... It’s really a shame about you. But there’s no turning back now. Are you ready for your farewell party? The guys are already eagerly waiting to pay their last respects to you....”

Victoria felt the drug cocktail revving her up from the inside. And when she saw 15 handsome men enter the room, all she could feel was the urge to lie down legs-apart on the large conference table and let the well-trained agents brutally fuck her to death....