Valentina Song vs. Fei Qiqiang - The Spy Who Loved Me

[GoingBananas]

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It wasn’t even a millisecond from the moment she uttered the word ‘go’ and Fei would immediately get straight to work. Not like Agent Scarlet could blame him. Being hit in the balls like that would be enough to of a motivator, much less the idea of him being free. The Silver Bullet worked himself with fervor, already having his manhood stoked in the fire and leaving him to do the rest of the work himself. It was like taking the train to the tallest mountain halfway before doing the rest of the climb. The agent kept the arm triangle tight, but not too tight. Enough that he could feed some air to his lungs if he tried hard enough. Part to keep things fair, but also to hear the kinds of noises he would make when he faces a “life or death” situation.

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Fei would roll the two on the ground, with the Agent on top while Fei would be on his belly. Despite feeling some weight on her leg trapped between the flesh and the grimy floor, Valentina didn’t mind. Fei was still rocking his hips, rubbing his clothed crotch against her sole, humping like his life depended on it. Said clothed crotch would soon be naked, as Fei would free his manhood from the tight-fitting material that contained it. Not a bad size from the looks of it. Agent Scarlet purred, getting acquainted with the exposed flesh rubbing feverishly against her foot. “Somebody’s packing quite the weapon. You certainly don’t need a gun.” She would say with a hint of approval, purring at his ear. At the very least, she wasn’t working with a pecker.

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Of course, it would be too good to be true that Fei would just stay there and work towards an orgasm. Out of the two options, there’s still going to be that ‘third’ that goes against the rules. The agent didn’t cry foul, however. Call it a manly pride, or not wanting to go out like that, but it did speak of his character to find his way out. Fei got on one foot and soon Val felt herself rising with him. Considering the circumstances, the actress knew one thing was coming next. And she welcomed it all the same.

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Valentina braced herself as Fei sprinted backwards, taking a few steps before Valentina would be the first to hit the metal wall of the container. She let out a grunt, feeling not just the impact of her back on metal, but also the weight of Fei compressing the front of her body. It was clear what Fei wanted to do. Crush the Agent so that she would break loose of the perilous arm triangle she caught him in.

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If only that had worked. “You think you can break me?” Sans the Russian accent of one particular character from her favorite James Bond movies, the actress remained coiled and stuck on her prey. What respected stuntwoman wouldn’t be able to take such a bump? If Jannsen could do it, so could she.

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Mind you, it wasn’t as if the Silver agent wouldn’t stop at just one. Fei rammed Valentina again, repeating the process over and over, all the while his pelvis rocked and gyrated on Valentina’s unmoving foot. The agent, however, would respond with an interesting mix of a grunt and a hotly moan, as if every bump was pushing him deeper into Valentina. She could feel the sensations of his movements against her crotch, and they tingled with delight. She can enjoy this for hours. However…

“Alright, pretty boy. No more foreplay~.”

Suddenly, the pressure around his neck upped to the extreme, her arms flexing and bearing all the power she could muster into that arm triangle. The actress’s foot remained unmoving, but her legs coiled like a python around the waist and the sole arm of Fei. Now, she was really trying to knock him out, as a punishment for trying to seek that third option and play against the rules. Considering his efforts trying to get the agent off him, he would have had less air to work with. Now, she would not give him an inch. Either get knocked out, or cum. But Fei must make up his mind.

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[TheLoneWanderer]

Buried in the fires of his arousal, Fei found himself on a two-way street. Escape or get struck in the balls again. The time window was too short. He needed at least a minute, unless he was already at the edge, to get the orgasm she should have coaxed out of him.

"My instructor would disagree."

Fei spoke as a hot rebuttal. Hand-to-hand combat was a contingency. A backup. A grueling struggle where one would walk out of the fight at best and both would not at the worst. Weaponry was what they were meant to rely on, and he had a lack of either a primary or secondary. To feel for your enemy, who sought your demise, was to court death. However, this particular situation was different. A cascade of weaponized lust packaged in ankle wraps and a bountiful sweater. The authentic skills lit his instincts on fire and her skills at seduction torched the pit of his stomach, with that tension descending down.

While backing into the wall, Fei groaned loudly as the realization set in. The Agent wasn't coming off. He could not back into the sharp edge of the container. Scarlet would hurt her spinal cord, and she hadn’t earned enough of his ire for him to damage the woman beyond her capacity to heal. Fei's cock throbbed in time with his indignation, the organ running along her foot continuously despite the exotic variation working over his arteries on the topside. To add some salt into the wound, Scarlet did not take so kindly to his multiple attempts at mashing her into the cold, dry metal. The pressure kicked up to its maximum, his orbs and forehead pulsing. Fei felt sick. Uneasy as Scarlet could feel him wobble in his stride, stomping his foot into the floor, in the direction of a potential fall, to remain upright. In condition and the haze of lust clouding his mind, he was hampered.

"Yes, and I will KEEP striking you until you shatter! NOW, watch your head."

A cross between a maniac's cackle and the signature wheeze erupted from his throat, as he put his weight on his right foot and jumped backward for one last leap as his vision dimmed and his strength waned. Only, her back would not recieve the impact. It would be the back of Scarlet's head CRASHING into the end of the container with a meaty 'TWWACK' after the two had tilted in mid-air from the initial shift of weight. Fei had got her. He knew it. She had trapped herself by choking him at full-force, and the sprint would only add to the sheer impact of the environmental attack. Brutal pragmatism but it could get results, and it should only be enough to break the hold as opposed to a nastier impact on her neck or spine. Like previously stated, Fei only wished to ring the bells in her head.

If this weakened her hold, Fei would collapse in a heap on the floor with her hooks still in his lap. Fei coughed immediately, desperately trying to roll away sideways from Scarlet to clear the light headache and double vision. He could not afford to press the complicated attacks that he wanted to, especially when he didn't know if the Val on the left or right was real. He did not flip a coin to take a chance. At least now, if the plan did not go awry, he could pull his pants up to conceal his rock-hard shame.

[GoingBananas]

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Even as Valentina bore down on the choke as hard as she could, she was still acutely aware of her surroundings. As someone who has done a lot of action movies, she has developed some sort of sixth sense, being aware of where they were, mostly to keep things safe. She is a stuntwoman and a movie star, after all.

Valentina felt the shift in Fei’s weight before it fully committed, the subtle tension in his body betraying his intent. Even through the hazy, intoxicating air of his arousal and the choking grip of her limbs, he still had the clarity to strategize. Clever, but not clever enough. The actress barely had a second to register the shift in weight before her body moved on instinct. Years of training, countless hours of drilling escapes, reversals, and chokes—this was second nature to her. Scarlet’s mind, too, worked fast. Fei thought he had her, had counted on brute force and momentum to bring her head slamming into steel. He was wrong.

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As Fei committed to the backward leap, aiming to slam her skull against the container’s edge, her instincts roared to life. In a fluid, almost effortless transition, she unhooked her legs from his lap, her body coiling like a viper. Valentina twisted with him, a dancer mid-pirouette, her spine curving just enough to redirect the motion without snapping against the unforgiving metal. She let the weight shift happen, but only on her terms. Instead of taking the full brunt of the impact, she shifted with him, rolling her hips midair and using the momentum to bring her legs up. Before gravity could finish its cruel work, her thighs snapped around his head like steel cables—tight, controlled, lethal.

A Flying Triangle Choke.

Scarlet twisted as they hit the ground, her back barely grazing the cold metal as she forced Fei’s own weight against him. His throat caught between the crushing grip of her thighs and the vise of her arm. Now it was Fei on the defensive, caught in the web of her limbs, his neck and arm trapped as if he’d flown willingly into a snare. The second they landed, she locked her ankles, one hand yanking at his wrist to deepen the angle. The position was perfect—his own attempt at escape had led him directly into her trap. Her thigh flexed with practiced precision, cutting off the blood flow to his brain, a slow, inevitable drowning in her grasp. Fei’s struggles would only seal his own fate, his body working against itself the more he fought.

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Scarlet tilted her head, lips parting in something between amusement and approval. “You were saying?” she murmured, voice smooth as silk, her eyes locked onto his. Fei’s groan, a mix of pain and frustration, was music to her ears. “How silly of you to think I would fall for the oldest villain cliche in the book~. Announcing your plans before it happens? The rest of your army buddies will be easy to eliminate if your commander brings in people like you.” Scarlet’s smirk deepened, a feline expression of satisfaction.

Her grip flexed, her thighs squeezing just enough to let him feel the growing blackness at the edges of his vision, a silent promise that she could put him out if she wished. Her free hand smoothed along the curve of his jaw, a mockingly tender touch against the raw struggle beneath her hold. The only reason she didn’t do so is because of the exposed and briefly abandoned manhood that’s just begging for release.

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Her free leg would reach down, gripping the tip with her big and index toe, giving a few teasing rubs, studying just how much he’s at the brink. So close, she could taste it. Fei’s body was betraying him, trembling between resistance and the treacherous pleasure laced in Scarlet’s every move. The scent of sweat, heat, and adrenaline mixed between them, a volatile cocktail of combat and something far more primal. She could feel his pulse against her leg, hammering with exertion, with need. “It was a valiant effort. Truly. But you should know by now—”

She leaned in, lips brushing the shell of his ear as she whispered, “—I always finish what I start.”

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And from there, she would swing her leg high enough before firing her heel right on the crowned tip of his penis, seeking to smash it down underneath. Right on impact, she would time the greatest pressure she could muster. Her arms could already take his breath away. But her legs were more potent. A perfect concoction for the inevitable fireworks to come.

[TheLoneWanderer]

This was not supposed to happen. Fei felt her softness leave from his back, with Scarlet wrangling her legs by climbing them up his body. With Fei's body in the middle of the air, it was sufficiently difficult to turn himself after launching. He could only watch...and endure.

Fei's features scrunched together, as his butt hit the floor and Scarlet’s thighs embraced his neck and his arm. A pressure like the toughest of cage fighters grinded into his carotids, making Fei quiver as his single hand smacked into the choking leg's side. Given how his escape attempt literally went sideways, he could not have pulled his pants up which left his member exposed against the conditioned air. Scarlet's hair, beginning to match the conditions of boot camp, lay haggard and framing her smiling face at this. Fei's heavy eyes moved up to see the Agent, recognizing his error as she advised him for the next time.

Rear Triangle Strangle

She leaned in, arching her spine, and let him feel her lips on his ear as she whispered that which had been building since the first takedown. That raw starving he had deprived his body of for 25 years. Valentina had been traveling for the same amount of time, just to get here. With him.

Blood chokes were a curious thing. Outside and inside of the match, Fei trusted Valentina to not hurt him. The movies were fake. A good story to lose himself in. But that limbo between the light and unconsciousness called to him, leading Fei's vision to darken. Her foot teasing his groin made the tired Fei jerk, humping the air. Any retaliation with sensuality was made difficult by the arm in his way, leading Fei to only leave his lips pushed onto the meaty calf sunken around his throat.

A final trial awaited Val's 'rookie', as she squashed his member between her foot before turning up the heat. Fei coughed, mewling between her legs while precum dripped onto the floor from his denied penis.

Fei's hand slipped off her thigh. The squeeze only led to one outcome, where he let off a quiet snore within the Triangle Choke. She would likely feel his body slacken, when his weight leaned to the left but was suspended by Scarlet's entrapment. A genuine knockout...which would need to be addressed by Fei's 'trainer' in due time.

[GoingBananas]

The instant Fei’s body slackened, Scarlet knew. The subtle give of his resistance, the faint sag of weight tilting against her hold—it was the unmistakable language of unconsciousness. His lips, once trembling against the meat of her calf, fell still. A quiet snore seeped from him, a final confirmation. “Yup. He’s snoozin’.”

She released him with meticulous care, the motion deliberate and precise. Her thighs unfurled, the choke dissolved as smoothly as it had been applied, leaving his chest to heave in ragged, desperate attempts to reclaim air. Scarlet did not simply let him fall; she guided him, shaping the collapse with a handler’s touch. Her palm pressed to his sternum, rolling his body, arranging him until he rested in the position she required.

His slackened form looked fragile in that moment, as though emptied of all the will he had attempted to resist her with. Scarlet leaned in close, her body draping over his like a shadow claiming ownership, and began the transition. The shift from the triangle to the anaconda was seamless—her arm threading beneath his jaw, burrowing along the channel between throat and shoulder with predatory precision.

Her torso curved over him, chest brushing his shoulder as she moved into place, coiling herself around him. Every adjustment was careful, exact, the slow construction of a trap meant not to crush just yet, but to remind him of its inevitability. The choke hovered in potential. Her grip cradled him, a serpent wrapped loose around prey, patient for the flutter of consciousness to return.

Scarlet balanced there, poised for the gator roll, but held still. She allowed the weight of her presence and the structure of her body to announce what waited for him upon waking. His shallow breaths warmed the inside of her arm, pitiful and unknowing. Scarlet’s lips hovered just at his ear, letting her voice soothe it, velvet with danger, laced with mockery that felt almost like seduction.

“Still dreaming, rookie?” she murmured. “When you wake, you’ll find me already waiting for you. That’s the price of underestimating me—you never wake up free.”

She tilted her head, dark strands of hair spilling forward, brushing lightly against his cheek. A smile curved her lips as her arm flexed ever so slightly, a warning of the choke’s true potential.

“I’ve traveled too far for this moment.” she whispered, the softness in her tone sharpened by steel. “And I don’t intend to let you slip away.”

The Crimson Anaconda hovered at the edge of finality, her grip loose enough to allow his return, but inescapable. Scarlet remained poised, patient, savoring the delicious limbo, between unconsciousness and awakening, between air and denial, between his fleeting illusion of resistance and the inevitability of her design.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Unlike in the movies, unconsciousness via blood choke lasted about as long as the application. That spared Fei from minutes of dreaming. Scarlet's red turtleneck rustled over his hair and back, compelling the man to groan. The dream, brought about by his feverish sleep, had come upon him in flashes. He could make out the silhouette of a figure in blackened fatigues, checking on him. He strained his brain to recall what circumstances led him to be back-deep in the muck before it rolled over him. Blast it. He had fallen, right? It had been during the various obstacle courses where he had run, jump, and leap his way to improvement. Must have taken a harsher tumble down that climber's wall than he would have liked due to the physical strain, however. The shadowed figure's hand gripped at the lapel of his vest, yanking him upward. His brother-in-arms was exhausted as well, but cared enough to make his voice inquiring rather than demanding.

"Are you broken?", the slurry voice questioned.

"Never." Fei casted away his concern, before rubbing the dirt from his face as he stumbled to his full stride. Just take a step, then another. One at a time until you win. Whoever can endure that without giving in will be the winner. Within his gaze, the vastness of the sun overwhelmed his vision before he was aroused back to reality.---A fantasy. His eyes rolled into a forward stare, realizing that he was amongst the padded ground. Scarlet's comments had been unfocused on. A knock on the door of a vacant home until her movements finally woke him back up. Fei was spurred into quiet, huffing softly as he relished in the privilege of an unrestricted neck.

But as Scarlet said to his form, he did not get to wake for free.

“I’ve traveled too far for this moment.” she whispered, the softness in her tone sharpened by steel. “And I don’t intend to let you slip away.”

Scarlet's promise compelled Fei to rumble his body against her, before he tested all four limbs by twitching them. He had two free legs and both of his arms, complete with pants shuffled over his shame. She was sweet enough to have shoved his leggings over the irritated cock. However, he found that she had set up another lock while he could not resist. The type dawned on him when he could not move his right shoulder. An Anaconda Choke. Fei stamped his feet into the mat, rising into a crouch instead of remaining prone.

"*Gack...*...NNGH?"


Fei's head pounded lightly, with the nausea from the chokes having only just started to subside. The goal here did not need to be said. He needed to get out before Scarlet leashed him again. The recovery slowed him down enough for her to react to. However, Fei tried to lash out at his handler by punching his knuckles straight out at her belly's front and side. He was specifically aiming for her intestines and liver, since strikes were not banned in this match to subdue. The padded gloves of the bodysuit worked to reduce to the impact so he would not break his hand, but they would hurt when they hit. The Agent would also finally feel him move his feet forward step-by-step as he intended to lock her up against the container's doors instead to discourage the gator roll. He was not going for a submission. Just to beat her abs until they turned purple.

[GoingBananas]

The faint hitch of breath against her arm told Scarlet the instant Fei clawed back into the world of the living. His body shifted with a groan, stubborn even in weakness, his limbs twitching as if testing whether they still belonged to him. Scarlet’s smile flickered like a shadow—small, cold, and assured. She had not let him wake in freedom. The Anaconda had already been woven, its coils loose but inescapable, waiting for this exact moment.

As his throat rasped, she leaned closer, her red turtleneck brushing his jaw. His first instinct was rebellion; she could feel it ripple through him like a tremor in unstable ground. A punch jerked outward, a desperate strike aimed for her stomach, but she was already compacting her frame against him, sliding forward, chest nearly pressed to his face as her arm cinched deeper across his throat. The sudden tightening swallowed the distance between them, collapsing his space into nothing. The strike landed dull and muted against her midsection, stripped of force by the suffocating geometry she had drawn him into.

“Mm…” Her voice purred low against his ear, threaded with the husk of a laugh. “Already flailing. You’re adorable when you think it matters.”

Her legs moved with precision—one weaving past his, hooking and locking, stripping his base of its freedom. His attempt to drive forward, to march her back into the doors, dissolved into futility as she tangled him in place. The choke deepened, her body tightening around him, sculpting every angle to siphon his breath, to usher him swiftly toward silence again.

The mat muffled the scrape of his feet as he sought leverage, but Scarlet gave him none. She adjusted with every motion, flowing like water to smother each rebellion before it had time to bloom. Her grip, serpentine and merciless, pulled tighter, coiling the Anaconda with a finality that allowed no more wasted gestures.

Her lips brushed his temple, her words dripping with the kind of cruelty that masqueraded as intimacy.

“You wake only to fall again,” she whispered, her tone a dagger disguised as silk. “That’s the rhythm, Fei. I close the door the moment you find it open.”

The choke grew heavier, denser, her chest pressing into his head, her weight blanketing him in darkness before it even reached his vision. She was close enough that he could smell her perfume—cool, sharp, unmistakable—an accent to the drowning silence closing in around him.

Scarlet did not need to hurry. She only needed to hold him, each second tightening the inevitability of his collapse. And when he went slack again, when his resistance melted into stillness, she would be there to catch it, shape it, and remind him that no measure of will could unmake her design.

[TheLoneWanderer]

The Agent robbed him of his power. With only the gentle guide of a maestro. The strikes were dulled, leaving him only to hack up an empty cough. His attempt at pushing forward had been accounted for too. He felt the embrace of her legs wrap around both of his, akin to a figure four triangle. He stumbled. Fell. A strained, starved whine echoed when he slammed onto his side while Scarlet was quick to follow.

Fei grit his teeth as she taunted him, but his feelings were not hurt. No. It was the ratcheting she was ripping into his neck with, a bit like a Guillotine. She coiled harshly into him which had an interesting effect on his excitement. Her mound and his bulge clashed together, making Fei hiss from the friction. His head felt like it was spinning in circles, no thanks to the sharp perfume she was wearing. It wasn't pungent but he could not ignore it at such close contact either.

He could not even SPEAK. This choke was absurdly tight. A red shade blossomed onto his face as Fei saw his vision dimming at the edges while she compressed his thighs, right arm, and neck. His left hand clutched onto her ribs for purchase, like he was intending to ground himself mentally. Tapping out would not help. There was no ref to save him. Salvation was something he could only find within himself.

"I'll bash the door open...you'll see..."[ Fei spat out, though it sounded more high-pitched and tired than his usual taunts.

Fei tried for a final attempt, only having seconds to act. He pulled his left arm up to try reaching across, threading underneath Scarlet's breasts, for her choking arm's fingers. Not to break them. However, he attempted to push them upward one by one and pull his chest backward to see if he could use the sweat to pop his head free. In the best case, Fei could liberate his upper body and lay against her sternum to recover for a few precious moments.

[GoingBananas]

Scarlet felt the stutter before he became trapped. The stutter of muscle when his base had been stripped from him, the collapse inevitable beneath the quiet elegance of her control. She followed him seamlessly, draping across his body as though they had rehearsed this descent together. The sound that broke from him was a thin, strangled whine - spilt into her ear like music too fragile to last.

Her legs cinched around his, locking his lower body in a figure-four, her upper body tightening like a second vice around his throat. She angled her weight until her hips pressed flush against him, her mound grinding into the swell of his bulge with each pulse of the choke. Scarlet caught the sharp hiss that cracked from his throat, half-born of suffocation, half-born of friction. The scent of her perfume, the one she had chosen deliberately, crisp and cutting, hung between them, drowning him as surely as her arm. She knew it was blurring his senses. That was the point.

She tilted her head, dark hair slipping down to brush his cheek as she watched his face bloom scarlet beneath the strain. His eyes fought to hold on. His lips quivered for words that could not come. The coughs he hacked out were barren, his voice splintering against the steel lattice she had locked around him. He clawed at her ribs, desperate for some grounding that would never steady him.

And then he found the will to spit words, thin, reedy, defiant despite the choke unravelling his voice. Scarlet’s lips curved faintly, her amusement tempered with a razor’s edge of curiosity.

He still believes there’s a door. That all he needs is force, timing, and stubbornness, and he’ll break through me.

She brought her lips to his ear, her tone velvet, dangerous, the mockery concealed inside a lullaby. “A door?” she whispered, her breath warm against his reddened skin. “Darling, I’m the walls. The locks. The hinges. You’ll never see a world where I let you through.”

Her arm ratcheted tighter, slow, deliberate, the coils of her choke crushing in. His fingers scrabbled against her grip, daring to test at her hand, trying to pry her loose one digit at a time. She let him try. She wanted him to try. Every scrape of his damp fingers against hers reminded him of the futility, that the harder he strained, the quicker she closed the gap.

Her perfume hung sharper now, pulled closer by their entwined bodies, dizzying him with every breathless gulp he tried to steal. She tilted her hips ever so slightly, enough to make his body register the sensation, enough to remind him of the clash that made him hiss moments before. Scarlet’s eyes narrowed, her voice slipping back into his ear with the softness of satin wrapped around a garrote.

“Keep reaching, rookie. I like watching you think you’ve found a way out.”

She smiled then, unseen, but unmistakably felt, while the choke compressed another fraction tighter, a gentle reminder of the truth she had already spoken: he was not escaping her, not here, not now, not ever.

[TheLoneWanderer]

The cranking of the choke compelled Fei to hold on for dear life. The display was giving the cameras a wonderful view, complete with Fei's flustered face. His grip changed by reflex, hugging an arm around her back. A tight clinch only surpassed by what the crimson Anaconda was putting him through. His thoughts had become a soup of half-formed plans. Aborted processes that he would not get the chance to enact.

Fei rumbled to a halt, slacking against the Agent. His only signs of life were the heaving chest, thumping heart, and raging stiffness that settled between her lap. Other than the third point, he had fallen completely still into a bitter sleep. He could only claim a moral victory. That he hadn't verbalized his submission. However, it wouldn't be long before this match extracted what Valentina yearned for from her pretty boy.

Fei's arm slumped on her lower back as it was unable to keep hugging the Agent. Fei's body stretched this way and that, to the point where his skin folded from the body triangle as well as the choke upstairs. Though, the Agent should never want this to become lethal. In the meantime, his form laid there for the length of several snores, unknowingly anticipating the next hold or move she would leave him to wake up to.

A second KO....