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Prologue

"Ahhh nothing beats getting paid well for a job done well..."
The heavy framed deadly curvaceous ASSassin known as Scorpio, aka Agent 78,
sighed as she sat down on her sofa.

The big deadly gorgeous assassin placed a laptop,
which looked tiny compared to her big bulky thighs, onto her lap.
She was hiding out in a small discreet B&B in the countryside of Croatia.
It was very early in the morning, still dark outside,
and she was tired having just killed off 2 powerful foes.
Before she could rest up, though, she had just one last thing to do.
Steal Bond's money.

She opened the laptop up, and turned it on.
She then stuck a USB device into it.

She waited for the screen to pop-up, and then typed in all the necessary data and inputs.
She looked at the code she stole from Bond, and grinned in eager anticipation.
The loading bar began to charge up, as she clicked the "Transfer Funds" prompt.

"LOCATION FOUND" Suddenly flashed up on the screen, as the screen turned red.

"COORDINATES LOCKED" Followed after and began to flash.

"W-what's this?!"
Agent 78 gasped in shock.
She shook her head as she stared at the flashing words.
She saw the map coordinates of her current location beeped up onto the screen.

It suddenly dawned on her what had happened.

"Oh Bond... You clever bitch!"
She couldn't help but to smile in appreciation,
despite her realisation that she wasn't going to get Bond's money after all.

She quickly closed the laptop, turned it over, opened the battery latch up and stood up.
She poured her drink onto it, causing sparks and a small fire to erupt in the machine.

She rushed to get her coat and shoes back on, quickly packing her bags,
and ran out of the building. She was surprisingly light on her feet despite her huge size.
Her big butt wiggling and wobbling as she jogged to her car,
she threw her bag on the passenger seat, sat in the driver's seat, and sped off into the night.


Chapter 1:

"Bond!"
F, the short stocky grey haired head of MI6 yelled as Jessica Bond walked into her office.

"Good morning, mum. You're in a pleasant mood today."
Bond greeted her with a pleasant smile.

"What did I say about calling me 'mum'?"
F responded.

It was a couple months after Bond's eventful night in Dubrovnik,
she was wearing that signature outfit of hers - the white buttoned shirt with thin black tie,
and knee-length silvery grey skirt and matching coloured small heels.

"You look rather refreshed. Enjoy your little holiday?"
F commented.

"I sure did, I needed that break,
and I had a lovely nights sl33p despite my excitement to start work again."
Bond grinned, flashing her perfectly strait white teeth from behind her pink glossy lips.

"I got your report, good job on getting Agent 78 to kill Cintova those couple of months ago.
There's just one thing you forgot to mention however.
Just how did you escape certain death from her thighs and 78's unsanitary arse?"
F questioned,
she leaned forward and interlocked the fingers of both her hands together,
and rested her hands onto her large oak desk.

"Oh that. You can thank Q's wonderful pill for me standing here in front of you right now."
Bond closed her grin, forming instead a concise smile.

"You mean those blasted Defsym pills? I thought I told him to ban the use of those.
Playing possum - it's just not cricket now, is it?"
F bemoaned.

"Oh come now, F. If it wasn't for it's wonderful affects in slowing my heart rate right down to an undetectable level, making me appear as though I had died, I wouldn't be alive right now."
Bond told her.

"Still, it just seems like too sneaky a thing to do.
I'd rather you die an honourable death in the field, than to pull a cowardly trick like that."
F lectured.

"Thanks, next time I'm having my face sat on by a huge smelly American arse,
I'll gladly let it end my life just so it'll make you happy."
Bond smirked.

"If it's any consolation, when I regained consciousness a few hours later,
with Cintova lying dead a short distance from me, I still had the smell of Agent 78's fart lingering heavily over my face, cloaking me in the stench. I can still smell it now..."
Bond turned her pretty blue eyes to the ground.

"Good. You don't deserve to smell fresh air, for being such a coward in the face of death."
F turned her nose up at her and moaned.

"Still, thanks to you, we was able to pin down the whereabouts of Agent 78,
what with that fake code you had her steal from you.
Unfortunately, she had managed to slip away before we got our special f0rces team to her location.
She's slipped the net, Bond, and she might be after you so be careful."
F revealed to her.

"She won't be after me. If she was she would have killed me by now.
No, she has nothing to gain from taking me down now.
There's a certain honour amongst rival assassins, and I sense a great deal of respect too.
As long as her handlers don't put a price on my head, or you send me after her,
we'll keep distant from each other."
Bond explained.

"Shame that didn't stop her from offing our young agent, Lucinda Manningham-Bowles, who was sent to retrieve certain documents from her. Oh well, in any case, I have a new assignment for you."
F stated as she placed a new 'CONFIDENTIAL' marked brown folder onto the desk.

Bond picked it up, and opened it up to see the face of her next target.
The picture in it showed a gorgeous looking stocky woman with bright blonde pigtails and blue eyes.
She had a somewhat squared jaw, a short bulb of a nose, and plump red lips.

Her name: Ulla Arshenschniffer.

Her nationality: German.

Her height: 5ft 8inches.

Her weight: 203lbs.

Her vital numbers: 36-28-48

"So what has this lovely creature done to encumber the wrath of MI6?"
Bond asked as she read through the file.

"This woman is the madam of a brothel in Berlin. Although not illeg4l in the German laws,
she is known in the criminal underworld for trafficking desperate migrants to work in her brothel.
She f0rces them into a life of prostitution until their good looks dry up,
then she sells them into slavery.
She's also a member of an ultra far-right group which splintered off from a neo-Nazi group,
as her views and ideology was considered too extreme even for them.
She's dangerous, deranged, and in need of putting down. I trust you can handle that?"
F explained and asked.

"Your trust is well-placed."
Bond smiled in smug confidence.

"I've already booked your flight to Berlin, it leaves in 2 hours.
Ulla's hosting a party tonight in her brothel for members of her group,
celebrating the anniversary of the German invasion of Poland during the war years.
You shall attend, posing as a customer. Find a way into her private chambers,
and please do the world a favour and dispatch of her."
F instructed.

"You can count on me, F!"
Bond grinned excitedly.
She then headed for the door.

"Oh, one last thing Jessica. Don't even think about getting more of those Defsym pills from Q,
if he supplies you with any more of them, I'll fire him on the spot. understood?"
F informed and questioned just before Bond stepped out of the office.

"Understood, ma'am."
Bond sighed.


Chapter 2:

After a short flight from Gatwick airport to Berlin.
Jessica Bond stepped outside. She had been given a key for a car,
which was parked just down the road. She didn't knew which car it was,
so she held the key up and pressed the button on it.
A black BMW i8 sports car beeped.

"Really, F? A BMW? Ugh..."
Bond sighed in frustration.
She put her hand luggage into the boot, and got in the driver's seat.

"Ugh, feels so wrong..."
Bond shuddered as she started the car up, and drove off to her hotel.

It was just a modest hotel, nothing extravagant. Well, she wasn't going to be staying long.
it was close by to Arshenschniffer's brothel.
MI6 had already arranged her booking, as always,
and Bond took the time to study the file on Ulla Arshenschniffer, as well as her instructions.

Come 8pm, Bond had showered, done her hair and make up, and got dressed, ready to attend the party.
She had on a dark pink dress top, with a black sequined mini skirt, pink heels and pink thong.
She didn't take her gun, as MI6 wanted the kill to be quiet and inconspicuous.
She had black eye shadow and eyeliner on, and glossy pink lipstick.

Bond went outside, got in her expensive German sports car,
and drove a few blocks down to the brothel.

Beautiful women in matching outfits of a tight-fitting red valet-style belly top and skimpy black hot pants were standing outside the lit-up entrance to the brothel.
Quite a few guests were turning up, each having their cars valeted by those women.
Lots of men and women were attending, wearing rather offensive Nazi-styled clothing and suits.

Bond pulled up to the curb,
and handed the keys to the BMW to the pretty looking black woman in the skimpy valet outfit.

"Willkommen, gnädige Frau. Viel Spaß."
The black valet greeted Bond as she took the keys.
Although her demeanour was pleasant, Bond could see in her dark ivory eyes that she wasn't feeling fulfilled in her line of work. Who could blame her, working for such a fascist boss.

"Danke, I shall."
Bond replied before walking up the red carpet, and into the grand looking tall building.

As she walked into the front room, there was red everywhere.
From the red carpets underfoot to the red wallpapered walls.
There was red loveseats in which a male guest was sitting and chatting to a couple of whores.
The only thing breaking up the red was the black bannisters of the curving staircase.

There was a line of whores standing on display,
smiling dead-eyed at the guests, including Bond.

At the top of the stairs, stood Ulla Arshenschniffer, she was wearing a typical German Dirndl outfit such as those you'd see women wearing at Oktoberfest, although it was much more revealing.

Her big firm bosoms were almost popping out of the top, which was very low-cut.
The dress was mainly black with white short fluffy sleeves, and a small red leather apron.
The skirt of the dress was very short,
only going as far down as the top of her strong thick milky-coloured thighs.
She had small black flats on her feet,
and her bright blonde hair was in long plaited pigtails.
She looked very curvy in her dress, like a thickly shaped hour-glass figure.
She also had in her hand, a big large stein of frothy German beer.

"Willkommen! Willkommen!"
She greeted the guests with great cheer, before taking a big gulping swig of her drink.
She then let out a loud belch, and cheered triumphantly as the other guests cheered,
apart from of course, Bond, who just stared at her, thinking of her as nothing more than a pig.

She walked down the stairs, and approached the gathered guests.
one by one she would greet them by shaking their hands, and instructing them to pick a whore.
She eventually came to Bond.

"Willkommen. Wer sind Sie?"
She asked as she shook Bond's hand.

"Mein Name ist Bond - Jessica Bond."
Bond answered.

"Ah, zat accent, you are English, ja?"
Ulla asked, speaking with a heavy German accent.

"Correct."
Bond nodded her head.

"So you have come all ze vay from England to sample ze fine produce of Germany, ja?"
Ulla asked with a hearty chuckle.

"You could say that."
Bond replied with a wry smile.

"You are lesbian? You enjoy ze taste of girls?"
Ulla questioned with a big toothy grin.

"So long as the girls taste sweet."
Bond smirked, Ulla laughed heartily again.

"In zat case, you must vear von of these."
Ulla remarked, and snapped her fingers.
A young slim olive-skinned girl with black hair hurried over,
she was wearing a skimpy black dress with a strange black collar around her neck,
a fearful look on her face. She handed Ulla a small pink triangle badge,
which Ulla proceeded to attach to the right strap of Bond's top.

"Zere vee are, a pink triangle, like all homosexuals should vear!"
Ulla laughed again, her laughter booming out of her well-endowed chest.

"Danke(!)"
Bond retorted dryly, and furrowed her eyebrows.

"Pick any girl you like, and have fun."
Ulla instructed.

"Any girl? Are they all bi or lesbian?"
Bond asked.

"Vot does it matter? They are nuzink but whores."
Ulla answered cruelly and moved onto the next guest.

"Charming(!)"
Bond uttered in sarcastic tones under her breath as she walked towards the girls.
She took off her degrading pink triangle badge and placed it into a glass ashtray on a black table.

She eyed up the gorgeous looking yet clearly fearful prostitutes.
They were all wearing different coloured tiny dresses that barely covered anything at all,
and it was obvious that none of them was wearing any underwear.

"Are any of you actually gay?"
Bond questioned.
They all turned to look at each other,
a couple of them translated the question to the ones that couldn't speak English.
Nearly all of them shook their heads answering 'no' in different languages.
Apart from one slim young-looking girl, who raised her hand tentatively.
She seemed shy, she had light-brown skin and had short black cropped hair.
She was wearing a dark blue dress.
She looked really pretty in a cute kind of way, with big brown doe-like eyes.

"Ok. May I have you please?"
Bond requested her.
She nervously stepped out of line,
and almost robotically grabbed Bond's hand to show her up the stairs.
She was leading Bond to the brothel's private guest rooms.

They entered a small room, with a red curtain being the only source of privacy.
The room only contained a spring bed with thick red covers and a small vanity dresser with
various sex tools such a lube, condoms, and a couple of whips, handcuffs and jet black dildos on.

The prostitute began to lift her dress up, but Bond stopped her.

"Please it's ok, you don't have to do that."
Bond told her.

"Oh? You want to just do foreplay?"
She nervously asked Bond, she nervously and softly chewed on her lower lip.

"No, darling, it's ok. I'm not here for sex, I'm here to help you."
Bond told her.

"Help me?"
She nervously questioned.
Bond nodded and smiled reassuringly at her.

"But you got to help me too. I need to know where is Ms Arshenschniffer's quarters?"
Bond asked.

"I - um - I'm n-not allowed to say..."
The young girl nervously replied.

"It's ok. You won't be in trouble. What's your name? How old are you?"
Bond calmly questioned.

"I'm - er - 16. My name's Amina."
She answered.

"16? Gosh that's young. It's nice to meet you Amina, I'm Jessica.
Where are you from? How did you end up here?"
Bond asked after shaking Amina's hand.

"I'm f-from Algeria. I was promised a schooling course here in Berlin,
but when I got here I had my money taken off me as funds for the trip.
I couldn't contact my parents, and when I begged for my money back they beat me
and f0rced me to work in this brothel. If I refuse or try to leave,
they take me to Ulla and she beats me up to teach me a lesson."
Amina explained to Bond.
tears began to appear in her big brown eyes.

"Shh - shhh. It's ok. I'll help you.
When I leave here tonight, Ulla will be gone too. I promise."
Bond comforted her.

"It's up the hall."
Amina suddenly said.

"Turn left at the stairs, go up the hall, past the toilets, you'll find her office there.
She'll be there soon after she's greeted and entertained her guests."
Amina instructed.

"Thank you."
Bond grinned and hugged her.

"Is there anything I can do for you? To repay you for freeing me?"
Amina asked.

"You don't owe me anything."
Bond answered her.

"Please, I want to do something to make it up to you."
Amina urged.

"Pursue your dreams, and live a good life."
Bond told her with a smile and gave her another hug.
She then walked out of the room, and headed to Ulla's office.

Bond walked into the lovely looking really large office.
As with the colour scheme of the rest of the brothel, the room was heavily coated in red.
The only difference being the white carpet on the floor.
It was rather extravagant, with a red stone fountain with decorative realistic looking birds on it.
There was also lots of Nazi memorabilia from paintings to the books in the large red bookshelf.

Bond walked over to the large black desk, and sat in the large red leather swivel office chair.
As she waited, she picked up a far-right book, and read from it.
There was a bowl of apples on the desk, which Bond helped herself to one.

After a short wait, Ulla finally arrived.


Chapter 3:

"Vot are you doing here?"
Ulla asked rather drvnkenly.
She wobbled slightly as she walked in, clutching a fresh stein of beer.
Clearly she was a woman who enjoyed her drink.

"Oh just catching up on the ideals of complete idiots."
Bond retorted before throwing the controversial book down onto the desk.
She had her feet up resting on the desk.

"You have problem viz national pride?"
Ulla asked as she stumbled drvnkenly over to the desk.

"Oh no. Nothing wrong with taking pride in your country.
I just kind of draw a line at taking it too far into retarded lunacy."
Bond quipped as she swivelled around, putting her feet down and facing Ulla face on.
Ulla chuckled.

"Vhy are you here, Bond? Voz that little tramp not enough for you?"
Ulla questioned before gulping down some more of her beer.

"I'm here to kill you. To put an end to your awful ways.
Your views and ideals are just so old and tired.
It's about time you was killed off for good, don't you agree?"
Bond smirked.
Ulla suddenly roared a loud burp before she sniggered.
Bond scrunched up her face in disgust.

"Oh you silly English svine!"
Ulla chuckled as she rubbed her gassy beer-filled gut.

"The only pig I see in here is you, love."
Bond remarked, and stood up out of the chair.

"Let's not make this difficult. You are clearly drvnk,
so how about you just lie down and pass out, and I'll kill you in your sl33p.
You wont even feel it, you have my word on that. I promise, that's how I'll kill you."
Bond requested as she walked around the desk to face up to the drvnk German.

"How about you kiss mien arsch, and beg me to forgive you for your insults?"
Ulla sniggered threateningly.

"Very well, we'll do it the hard way then."
Bond uttered.
She immediately threw a punch at the bloated frau, striking her across the cheek.
She threw another but this time Ulla grabbed her fist.
She bent her hand back at the wrist, causing Bond to groan in pain.

She was surprisingly strong, making Bond drop to a knee.
Bond threw her free clenched hand at the stomach of Ulla,
who simply brushed off the punch like she was being swatted by a fly.

She then suddenly kneed Bond on the chin, knocking her backwards.
Bond grunted as her back hit the carpet.

Ulla quickly stepped over her and knelt down on top of her.
She had her knees pressing down onto Bond's arms,
trapping them under her weight as she planted her big round German butt down onto Bond's chest.

"Ugh! Get your fat arse off me!"
Bond grunted, struggling underneath the heavy strong pinning weight of Ulla's body straddling her,
much to Ulla's amusement.

"You English never learn, do you? Tremble before the might of Germany!"
Ulla smirked with supreme smugness as she comfortably sat on her.

Bond was kicking her legs out and about, trying to wriggle free but it was no use.

"You like to punch, ja? Feel mien punch!"
Ulla grinned maniacally and then dropped a hard fist down onto Bond's face.
Bond could only close her eyes and grunt as Ulla punched her mouth, cutting her lip.

"Argh! Fucking bitch!"
Bond cursed her.

"Zat's two for flinching!"
Ulla laughed as she punched Bond 2 more times.
One on the mouth, and another striking across her cheek.

Bl00d thinly trickled down from Bond's lip, over her chin.
Some of the bl00d stained her teeth.

"Excuse me, von moment."
Ulla paused and reached up to the desk for her stein of beer.
She calmly took another big gulp of it.

As if it wasn't humiliating enough for Bond having Ulla sat on top of her, hitting her,
but now she had to lie there and watch as Ulla calmly enjoys her beer.

"Ahhhh nothing beats German beer. It is the beer of gods,
vhereas your English beer just tastes like pisse."
Ulla taunted patriotically before she took another big swig.
She gulped it all down, with beer dripping down her chin, making it all wet and shiny.
She then placed a hand against her bloated gut, and belched out a loud bellowing burp.

She then sighed happily as she wiped her beer-stained mouth and chin with the back of hand.
As she did that, some beer dripped from her chin down onto Bond.
Bond closed her eyes as she felt the droplets of warm beer dripping from Ulla onto her forehead.

"Where did you learn to drink, from a fucking farm?!"
Bond squealed in disgust, cautiously opening one eye to look up at Ulla.

"You vant try some maybe?"
Ulla asked with a playful smirk,
before tipping her stein up and poured out the frothy remains of beer from it over Bond.
Once again she closed her eyes as she felt the warm golden liquid dribble down over her face.

When the dripping stopped, Bond cautiously opened her eyes,
and watched Ulla put the now empty stein back onto the desk.

"Hope you enjoyed your drink, for now I am going to kill you, ja?"
Ulla sniggered.
She then reached her wet thick strong beer-coated hands down,
and clamped them around Bond's neck.
Bond began to choke and splutter as Ulla squeezed her throat.

"Ha ha ha! You English sound funny vhen you are being choked!"
Ulla taunted.
Bond tried to grab her hands, but her thick knees and thighs were blocking them.

"Plee - pleees -"
Bond choked out breathlessly.

"You vant me to stop? Then you must kiss mien superior German arsch!"
Ulla grinned.

"Urrrrh - O - O - K -"
Bond spluttered out.

Before Bond could blink, Ulla had suddenly let go of her throat,
grabbed her wrists, and swung her legs around,
pinning her arms to the floor under her knees once again,
only this time she was now sitting with her back facing Bond,
her big fat round ass in her face.

It was now dark for Bond, as her face had disappeared up into the skirt of Ulla's dirndl dress.
She could certainly smell Ulla's stinky bum though,
as she had her nose tucked into the deep pocket of her hot musky sweaty butt crack.
Much to Bond's chagrin, Ulla wasn't wearing any knickers underneath!
Ulla was allowing just enough of a gap between her asshole and Bond's nostrils,
and although this meant she could now breath,
she was only breathing in the noxious heavy fumes of her musky sickly sweet rich ass scent.

"Ha ha ha ha! Looks like there's another Arshenschniffer in here now!"
Ulla laughed heartily, referencing the fact that Bond was sniffing her ass.

"Kiss mien arsch, you English svine! Submit to the glory of Germania!"
Ulla cheered superiorly.

Realising she had no other choice, Bond reluctantly puckered her lips,
and planted a kiss right against the heavy thick milky bumcheek of Ulla's fat bubble of an ass.
This only made Ulla laugh even more triumphantly.

"You are so pathetic! Go on, kiss it again."
Ulla demanded her, now wiggling her butt right in her face for added humiliation.
Bond, once again, kissed it.

"Tell me you love it! Say it. Say you love mien German arsch!"
Ulla ordered her.

Bond groaned helplessly.

"Say it! Or I'll make you vish that I had strangled you to death."
Ulla threatened with a sadistic grin.

"I - I luphh your Sherman arshh..."
Bond moaned, with her words being muffled by the flesh of Ulla's exposed sets of labia.
Ulla laughed triumphantly.

*FFFLLAAARRRPPPPTTTTT!!*

She suddenly blasted a loud fart right into Bond's face.

"Ha ha! Look! Mien arsch, it saying it loves you too!"
Ulla tilted her head back and roared with laughter.
So much for Germans having no sense of humour!

The hot stench of her gas burrowed deep into Bond's nostrils, choking her.
It stunk something bad, like rotten eggs being fried up and scrambled with rotten broccoli.

"Mmmm... Mien vart is gut, ja?"
Ulla asked as she sniffed the air, before she then sniggered.
She could obviously smell the remnants of her eggy fart wafting around her herself,
but of course it didn't stink nearly as bad as it would be sniffing it from ground zero,
which is exactly where Bond was sniffing it from.

"Luphhly...(!)"
Bond uttered from down below.
Ulla chuckled.

*pphhhhrrrttt...*

Ulla let loose another, slightly quieter, breezier fart from her ass,
blowing it directly over Bond's nose and face.

"Ahhhh... You shmell mien sauerkraut on zat von?"
Ulla queried as she looked over her shoulder, looking down at the helpless struggling Bond.

Bond was trying desperately not to breathe in the toxic fumes, but it was no use.
No matter how she struggled, or fought to turn her head,
her nose was trapped in the powerful ass of Ulla.
So she either had to breathe in the hot heavy stench of her fart,
or simply pass out. Unfortunately for her, even though she tried to just let herself pass out,
her body would just naturally f0rce her to breathe it all in regardless.

Her toes were curling up so strongly,
yet what could she possibly do.
She was trapped, pinned down, and thoroughly helpless.

"Kiss mien arsch again, English svine, and I'll zink about letting you breathe fresh air.
Zat sound gut to you, ja?"
Ulla asked with an almighty air of superiority to her words.

"O - Ok -"
Bond panted breathlessly.
She puckered her lips, and kissed the hot smelly musky eggy stench of Ulla's asshole.
Her asshole twitched as she felt Bond's lips press against it.

"Kiss it again, und say, zank you for letting me sniff your glorious German arsch und varts."
Ulla ordered her, grinning smugly.

Bond sighed in exasperation,
before doing as she was told.
She kissed her smelly ass once again,
and Ulla lifted herself up just a little bit off of Bond's face,
so she could speak clearly.

"Th-thank you, for l-letting me sniff your arse, a-and your farts..."
Bond panted.
Ulla just chuckled.

"Pathetic English vart-loving svine."
Ulla sniggered in a mocking manner.
She then stood up and her hands placed victoriously onto her curvy hips.
She then turned around, and stared down at Bond.
A smug expression etched onto her face.

"Get up onto your knees, dog, und beg me for forgiveness."
Ulla smirked.

Bond submissively sprawled up onto her knees,
in front of the superior German woman, and looked up at her with pleading eyes.
She softly wiped the trickle of bl00d off of her chin.

"Please forgive me..."
Bond softly sighed.

"You'll have to do better zen zat."
Ulla chuckled.

"Please please please, please forgive me..."
Bond quivered, as she then softly sucked on her sore throbbing cut lip.
Ulla chuckled more.

"Kiss mien feet."
Ulla ordered.

Bond nervously gulped, before she leant down and kissed both of her feet.
Kissing the exposed flesh surrounded by the fabric of her black flat shoes.
Ulla laughed in triumph over what she had gotten the English agent to do.

Ulla then turned around, bent forward,
and hitched her short skirt up over her ass, revealing it in all it's big naked glory.

"Kiss from mien heels, und kiss up to mien arsch."
Ulla ordered her with a smug grin.

Bond sighed, and then did just that.
She kissed her heels, leaving a feint bl00dstain from her wounded lip on the milky skin,
and proceeded to kiss her way up the long thick strong powerful legs of Ulla.
As she got to her ass, Bond paused her kissing,
and hovered her nostrils over the deep dark crack of Ulla's ass.
Her musky smell radiated from it so much, that even with her nose inches away,
Bond could still thoroughly smell the stinky sweaty scent of her butt hole so vividly.

Bond closed her eyes, taking one long last whiff of her ass in through her nose.

"I'm vaiting..."
Ulla called in a sing-song way.

Bond immediately jumped up, grabbed the stein from off the desk,
and smashed it as hard as she could against Ulla's skull.
She crashed down to the floor, knocked out cold.

"You fucking disgusting German bitch!"
Bond cried angrily as she then repeatedly kicked Ulla's ribs,
releasing her anger out from being totally humiliated by the woman as she did.
She then stopped and panted hard, catching her breath.

"Now - let's see - how you like - being smothered!"
Bond spoke softly between gasps of air.

She stood over her target's head, with her bum facing her,
and she calmly yet with determined purpose, hitched her black sequined mini-skirt up,
and sat right down onto her face.

She pulled her pretty pink thong to one side, and trapped Ulla's nose between her cheeks.
Although Bond didn't have the biggest of asses in the world,
her cheeks did have a nice roundness to their shape, and a nice depth to her crack,
and she was easily able to cut off the air to Ulla's nostrils.

Just to make sure, she clenched her soft firm bumcheeks together,
pinching Ulla's little bulb of a nose shut against her bumhole.
She then also pressed the palm of her hand down over Ulla's mouth,
stopping her from breathing completely.

"Now, die, you filthy farting burping gassy German pig."
Bond sharply spoke.

Within a minute,
Ulla's body began to tremble and stutter.
Despite the fact she was unc0nscious,
Ulla's brain was aware that it was being starved of oxygen,
and tried to put up some sort of fight to try to stay alive.

It was no use though,
as Bond kept Ulla's nose and mouth clamped firmly shut.

Finally, Ulla slipped away and died under Bond's ass.

"Ahhh, finally."
Bond sighed in relief.

"Oh, and farting in my face? Well, two can play at that!"
Bond grinned cheekily before she pushed down onto her stomach and...

*Pftttrrrtttpphh!*

She blew off a nice relaxing fart into the dead German's face.
She giggled and stood up off of her.

She then rubbed her hands together, over a job well done.
She walked over to the desk, picked up another apple,
and took a bite out of it.
Well, all that hard work had worked up an appetite.

She then walked to the door, stepping over Ulla as she did, and opened the door.

"Oh hello Amina."
Bond casually greeted Amina who was standing nervously behind the door.

"Is- is it done?"
Amina nervously asked.
Bond simply nodded her head with a smile.
Amina then beamed with a big grin, relief in her eyes.

Bond walked out of the brothel,
stopping as that black woman in the slutty valet outfit rushed off to get her car.

Upon seeing the BMW pulling up to the curb,
with the valet jumping out and holding the door open for Bond,
Bond just looked and shook her head.

"You know what, I'm done with all things German. You can keep the car, love."
Bond shrugged her shoulders and welcomed the valet to her car.
She then crossed the street and walked back to her hotel room.

She informed F via a coded text about the death of Ulla Arshenschniffer,
and grabbed her luggage. She soon hailed a taxi to take her to the airport,
and was eventually on a plane back to jolly old England.

Soon she would be back, with her feet up in the land she loves,
sipping tea and dunking a nice biscuit or 3 into it.
For she sure couldn't wait to be doing that!

The End