Chapter 196: Bank Robbery (3) – Erotic Asphyxiation

Chapter 196: Bank Robbery (3) – Erotic Asphyxiation

The bodyguard gave a soft chuckle at Xenia, “Your arrogance humors me. You won’t be the first and you certainly won’t be the last of arrogant opponents that I take down.”

The rain picked up further outside with the lightning becoming more frequent and the thunder growing louder and closer with each successive lightning strike.

Xenia wiped the smile from her face and took a fighting stance, “You’re just trash dancing in my shadow. You would tremble before me if I weren’t merely here to toy with you and all the others.”

The bodyguard removed his suit jacket and flexed his muscles causing his shirt to rip at several different points. He then grabbed his ripped shirt and tore it off of his body throwing it aside, “Enough talk!”

He lunged forward with bulging, ripped muscles and threw a punch at Xenia.

She was caught flat-footed with time to just barely dodge his punch with a graceful side step. She thought to herself, “6th degree? He sells himself short. More like 7th degree. Of course the Vand Family would have a hidden master in their wings.”

Likewise, the bodyguard turned to look at her thinking, “How did she dodge that? Maybe she isn’t all talk.” He then puffed out his chest and called to her, “You can dodge all you want, but once I have my hands on you, it will mean your death.”

Xenia smiled and ran her hands down her sexy dress, “Put your hands on me baby. I dare you.”

The man once again engaged Xenia in hand-to-hand combat throwing punches, kicks, and shoulder charges. The two fighters danced back and forth as Xenia dodged every single attack.

As a 10th degree black belt grandmaster, Xenia found dodging his attacks to be child’s play. She had complete mastery and awareness of her environment, and she could also anticipate strikes from the likes of 9th degree black belts much less the likes of 6th degree black belts.

Xenia grew tired of dodging and finally threw a punch of her own. Her punch met the layer of ki encompassing his body, and her fist reverberated with pain as her strike bounced off of his lateral abdomen.

She looked to her hand and moaned, “I quite like this feeling.”

The man took a deep breath and stared at Xenia in thought, “Holy shit. I felt that through my ki barrier. Had it been a direct hit with no defense, I would be dead right now. Who is she?”

Xenia then went on the offensive throwing punches and kicks faster than her opponent could keep up with forcing him into a defensive posture. Each kick and punch sent pain down Xenia’s arms and legs giving her great pleasure and enjoyment even if she weren’t causing meaningful damage.

Meanwhile the bodyguard shielded himself. Although her hits weren’t damaging owing to his ki, her rapid pace was enough to suppress his movements and counter attacks.

She finally let up and somersaulted backwards landing and smiling at him, “Impressed? I have you outmatched in every way.”

The man merely grunted and grimaced in her direction. Xenia openly laughed at him, “You tell me, am I arrogant? Or am I just that good.”

The man continued to stare at her without answering.

She sat back on the ground and spread her bloodied legs in front of him, “Kiss my thighs all the way up, and tell me you love me. And I might just let you walk out of here alive.”

The young Vand hesitated, and Xenia smiled, “Or would you rather me crush your head like a watermelon? I wouldn’t fault you. It’s a hell of a way to go.”

The young Vand shook his head ‘No’ and leaned forward on his knees placing his head between her legs and kissing her bloody thighs slowly inching up. He slowly and softly kissed her until he neared her pussy unsure if he should continue.

Xenia grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face into her pussy and yelled, “Keep going!”

He began to kiss her pussy obediently disregarding the blood all over her as he attempted to follow her instructions in order to save his own life.

After nearly a minute, she finally grabbed his hair and threw him off of her to the floor. She bit her lip and said, “And?”

The young Vand nodded furiously, “And I love you.”

Xenia stood from the floor, “You may go! Give my regards to your uncle.”

The young man ran out of the building through the shattered glass front doors and into the rain. He ran down the steps and stumbled onto the plaza scared for his life fearing she may shoot him from behind.

However, he looked ahead to find an enormous police response including the SWAT team as well as nearly fifty standard duty police officers.

The young man rushed over to the line they had formed with their vehicles and into safety. A police officer ushered him over to the captain, Captain Clark.

“Sir, this man is a released hostage.” The officer informed his captain.

Clark turned to the young man, “Tell me, what are we dealing with? How many assailants? How many hostages?”

The young Vand spoke with a trembling fear in his voice, “I think 8 hostages remain. 7 bank customers, 1 bank manager.”

Clark frowned, “Remain?”

“Yes, my bodyguard and two others have been killed. Just one assailant.”

“Is he heavily armed? What is he like? Who robs a bank of this size alone?” Clark reeled off questions.

The young man looked Clark in the eyes, “Sir, it’s her. It’s Sareena Night. It’s Jill the Ripper.”