Ada Wong in
Assignment Ada

By Fleshtival@yahoo.com

***This is a work of parody***

"Well, looks like this may be an interesting assignment after all" the sultry mercenary in the red dress quipped, squinting into the setting sun at the oblivious crowd chanting angrily below.

Confidence. In the exciting world of spying and espionage as in all things, confidence was essential. And confidence was the one thing Ada Wong had never been wanting for. Even here in the rustic woods just outside of the infected village, dressed more appropriately for a formal occasion than a dangerous romp through the deadly countryside, Ada was lousy with it. But then, maybe having lived through countless deadly situations in the past against monsters that defied sanity had earned her a certain amount of understandable arrogance. She always came out on top, always.

"Weskar, come in Weskar, this is Ada" she whispered into her PDA. The small screen illuminated, and the spike blonde haired agent with the severe facial features appeared by proxy before her.

"Have you positioned yourself accordingly?" he asked in his typically snobbish voice, an awful attempt at combining an English accent and an American professorial drawl. He was sitting comfortably in a large black leather chair, hundreds of miles away.

"I'm just outside the plagas village. The one filled with, what do you call them..ganados, yeah, that's it. The ganados village. By my count there are at least thirty villagers or "ganados" in the village proper, and a handful of sentries on the outskirts, all but one of which I've neutralized already." Ada replied, smirking superiorly. "Your intel still points toward a plagas core sample being held by the village leader, one Bitores Mendes, correct?"

"That is the situation. Bitores infected them all with las plagas, but we want an original sample. Infiltrate their village, recover the sample (by force of necessary), evacuate with the sample to your helicopter rendezvous location and contact me for further instruction. This mission is to be completed within 24 hours"

"Whatever shall I do with the remaining 23 hours?" Ada asked

"You could use it to acquire appropriate tactical clothing, I suppose" Albert Weskar shot back, static crackling across the tiny PDA screen, the satellite feed weakening,

"Oh Alfie, you card. Call you when I'm done. Toodles!" she said, kissing the PDA screen to leave her trademark lipstick imprint before severing the call. She wiped the PDA lightly with her dress and returned it to her leg holster.

Ada stood, surveyed the distant village again to ensure nothing had changed, and began sneaking up on the final remaining sentry, who for some reason was facing into the village and leaning up against a tree. As she closed in, there seemed to be something wrong with him. He was shaking, a full bodied spasm. He was hunched over slightly, with both arms in front of him. Maybe clutching a weapon of some sort, she couldn't tell from behind.

The gap closed swiftly, each silent step bringing death closer. 'For you, that is' she thought to herself. Soon she was behind him, her arms reaching into position on either side of his head preparing for the sickly sweet snap of the neck. She smiled, feeling the deed as good as done when something, somehow triggered the sentry's attention. He turned his head to glance backward, catching Ada's hands in his peripheral vision, opening his mouth to scream. Ada adjusted quickly for the new threat, quickly clamping one hand over his mouth and seizing the back of his neck with the other. She stepped beside him to gain better neck snapping leverage. It was then that she glanced down to see what manner of weapon he had been clutching in his hands.

The villager had felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand, maybe a trick of the wind, maybe heightened senses courtesy of the las plagas parasite that resided in his chest. He had turned instinctively to look and was shocked into an open-mouthed gape by what he saw. A tall, voluptuous woman with short black hair and distinctively Asian and American facial features had snuck up behind him. She was stunning, her porcelain skin flawless in the dusk light. Even more peculiar than such a radiant beauty venturing this far into the woods was the clothing she was wearing. The intruder was wearing a tight red cloth wound around her neck and what he could only imagine was a formal evening gown, a bright red number that revealed ample cleavage, hugged her curvy hips snuggly and split shortly thereafter revealing a slender but toned leg. Her gown had two thin red straps that connected behind her neck to hold the dress up, but otherwise her shoulders were bare. And he couldn't be sure without another second to verify, but it appeared she was wearing high heels. In the woods.

It was not the kind of weapon she'd been anticipating. The poor fellow probably hadn't been a sentry at all, but had just slipped into the woods for a quick jerk-off session. His right hand still pumped furiously away despite his current dire situation, the left squeezing his nuts tightly, so tight it must have hurt terribly. 'Ugh' Ada gripped his face tightly and cranked with all the strength she could muster. The unlucky fellow never released his death grip on his crotch, even as his neck audibly snapped. Ada braced herself by placing her leg between his and began lowering his body quietly to the ground. His body twitched even still.

"Nothing I couldn't handle. Poor bastard even went down without a fight. Ha!" she chuckled to herself

Ada had almost laid the body down entirely when she felt stream of warm liquid strike her shin. She looked down reflexively, and was startled to see a tiny splooge trail sliding down her leg. "That deviant bastard!" she hissed, kicking the corpse hard, ensuring he was still dead. "Didn't know they could do that…maybe it's the plagas…" Ada grabbed a handful of leaves and wiped her leg roughly.

"With that nasty business aside, all that's left now is to get in, get the stuff, get out"

Ada moved swiftly through the forest to the tree line bordering the rustic village. The populous was gathered in the center, standing around a crudely erected pole with orange embers scattered around its base. The log stood roughly fifteen feet, with jagged hooks at the top. A man in a police uniform was skewered to the top.

"Ouch. Not the friendliest bunch" Ada muttered, squinting and analyzing the village layout for the best approach vector.

The village was ovular in shape, with a stone wall encircling it. The wall was shoddy and uneven, she could see places where it was as high as six feet and others were it was no more than two. Why they felt the need for a wall at all concerned Ada, but she brushed the thought aside and focused on the structures, debating where to begin her search. The layout was simple, at one end of the village there were large dilapidated barns facing each other. At the other end stood a massive church, too large even to be considered a church, more a cathedral. In between were houses, scattered with no discernable purpose along the inner edges of the wall. Roofs sagged, windows were cracked and dirty, and walls were missing stones.

"What a heap. I can't wait to get back to civilization"

At the center of the oval the congregation surrounded the witch burning pyre, loudly chanting. Ada couldn't understand what they were saying from her spying position, or even if they were speaking intelligibly at all. Amongst the chatter there was pointing and angry fist shaking, the villagers randomly yelling and motioning towards the impaled cop atop the slowly darkening embers. Some clutched farming tools that would function ably as weapons, were it to come to that.

"Last thing I need is to piss of the guy with the scythe. Best to start with what's closest, I suppose" and with that she vaulted over the short wall, crouched down and sprinted toward the closest house. She entered quietly through a broken back window, stepping softly, listening for sounds of occupancy. Hearing nothing, she moved swiftly through the sparsely filled house, a table with rotten food and a pantry being the only areas to search in the tiny one room house. Finding nothing, she sighed, left through the same window as she entered, and crept to the edge of the house, peered around the corner to see if the locals were still fixated on their catch. They were.

"Ok, it's a ten foot gap between this house and the next. Two seconds of exposure, tops. I just hope none of those infected creeps sees me or this could get ugly fast" Ada poked her head around the corner for one last look, ensuring no one was currently facing this direction, and sprinted around the corner. Two strides in she could see one of the male villagers shift his view to her vicinity. Another two strides and Ada found the safety of coverage. But what had he seen? Ada leaned against the wall hard and closed her eyes, focusing all of her energy on listening for a raised voice of alarm or a conspiratorial whisper. A few seconds passed and she heard nothing, so she exhaled heavily and brought her hand to her sweaty chest, placing it above her heart. She could feel it beating quickly.

He wasn't sure what he had seen. But he had seen something, he was certain. A flicker of red material, flowing quickly in the wind. It had looked like an elegant red curtain sheet being yanked around the corner, but it couldn't have been that. Ever since Bitores had given them the gift of las plagas they felt no need for the trivialities of beauty and cleanliness. Intrigued, but not certain enough to raise the suspicions of those around him, the villager moved slowly towards the edge of the house where he had seen the anomaly.

'Phew, close one' she thought, and was in mid smile before she heard slow, deliberate footsteps working toward her from around the corner. One person, at most. 'He must not have seen me or he'd have alerted everyone…I've got to lure him further away somehow. I'm going to need privacy to take this guy out"

Ada retreated quietly away from approaching townie, as quickly as she could without making any noise. She backed up until she reached small shed, the size of a one car garage. "Think fast think fast think" and inspiration struck. The horde couldn't see the shed, it was conveniently positioned behind two larger houses. Deciding to use this isolation to her advantage, Ada moved to the corner furthest from the town center. She moved quickly, uncertain of how much time she had before the vigilant host would be upon her.

Her hands moved quickly to the knot behind her neck that secured her gown in place.
"I hope this works" she whispered, and she undid the knot with one smooth tug. The straps loose, she slid her thumbs between the dress and her skin and pulled. The dress was tight, and pulling it down over her luscious 36C breasts proved difficult. Victory came in inches, every second revealing more of her succulent cleavage. The fabric crossed her nipples, which stood erect in the cooling air. And finally her tits were free, gloriously exposed to the open air. Her dress fell quickly to her hips, revealing her taut and well conditioned stomach. Here the struggle began again, as the dress held tightly to her curvaceous hips and firm ass. She thrust her thumbs down with more effort than before and the dress was clear, falling quickly down her shapely legs and resting around her ankles.

"Hurry up Ada, you don't want the entire town getting a peek at your lovelies" she breathed almost silently, stepping out of her dress. She bent down, snatched it quickly from the ground and sashayed to the furthest corner of the shed that would be visible to the creep when he rounded the corner. She had to move quickly because there was precious little time and now she was fully committed to this plan. The alternative, fighting the horde in a g-string, high heels and a smile, didn't seem like a good idea.

He moved to the corner of the house where he had seen the peculiarity, stopped, listened. Time passed, and he remained at the precipice, frozen by confusion. What had he seen? He could hardly remember. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe. Eventually he rounded the corner. Instantly he saw the same flittering of cloth he had seen before, but this time it didn't disappear. It was flowing from around the corner of the old shed, whatever it was attached to apparently having stopped moving. He quickly closed the gap to the shed, excited by the prospect of catching an intruder. Wordlessly he stepped around the corner of the shed, arms raised in a combative posture. What he found was an exquisite red dress tied haphazardly to a jagged edge in the wall of the shed. But no person. More perplexed now, he tore the garment loose, threw it on the ground and stomped angrily. So bright and consuming was the fury that he didn't hear the sultry (and scantily clad) spy sneak up behind him.

"Almost almost" Ada thought to herself, bemused her hastily concocted plan was bearing fruit. Poised now within striking distance of the lone plagas bearer's back, she smiled. Getting the dress off had almost been the hardest part. Tying it to the wall so that only the most fleeting view would be available took seconds. Scaling the shed wall and silently crossing the straw roof had been a little irritating with some unfortunate tickling of some highly sensitive areas. But watching her prey walk past from above, and then dropping behind him with ninja-like quiet? That would bring a smile to even the most jaded adventurer.

How unfortunate then that as Ada lingered, recounting her exploits in her head and marveling at her own prowess, the angry goon's attention returned, and he became highly conscious of the possibility of attack from behind. He pivoted in place and came face to face with the interloper. The sight of the almost naked beauty had not been something he was prepared for. She stood a little shorter than him with almost shoulder length raven black hair and ruby red lips. Her face was attractive, with classical good looks and a hint of a naughty side. But it wasn't her face that intrigued him, it was her huge tits with firm nipples at full stand-to. Her breasts hung naturally, but with uncharacteristic perkiness for their size, the rarest of treasure. The dress had obviously been hers, a ruse to draw his attention, but it had left her with little else. She had a cloth necklace, black g-string, shoes and some kind of electronic device leather strapped to her left thigh.

Lightning quick Ada rammed her fist into the lecherous chump's throat, silencing him before he could raise the alarm. She followed that up by thrusting her right knee into his crotch as hard as she could, which sent him groaning harshly to the ground. "Take a picture next time, asshole" Ada snarled and grabbed hold of her dress. At the same time the injured man rolled onto part of her dress, snagging it beneath him.

"Let go you perv!" she said, louder now. She tugged roughly at her garment, could feel it starting to tear.

"LET GO!" she yelled, now livid. She kicked him hard in the stomach, causing her breasts to swing pendulously back and forward and smack together. The downed ganado saw this, and though he wasn't getting the air required to breathe Ada swore he was laughing. She kicked him again before realizing that she could hear yelling coming from the ganados in the town center. "Shit!" she exclaimed, realizing that she had inadvertently alerted them to her presence by screaming at buddy crushed nuts on the ground. She tugged roughly at her dress once more, felt a chunk tear free.

"Yes! Take that you bastard!" she yelled, clutching her segment of the newly liberated garment. Her victory was short lived, as almost as soon as it had torn free, the slowly recovering Ganado grabbed a piece. Once again they found themselves locked in a bizarre tug of war.

"Let go, I'm serious!" Ada pleaded, glancing nervously around. The Ganado horde was closing in, louder and angrier than before. She had swatted the proverbial hornets nest, only now she found herself dealing with the hive a few small strands away from stark naked.

"I'll get you for this!" Ada growled menacingly, dropping the dress and ran towards the woods.

As she ran she could hear the cacophony of angry voices close behind her. "Hope you like the view, because it's as close as you're going to get!" she yelled, her bare ass shaking at them as she vaulted over the wall. She landed roughly, and was startled when her large breasts smacked her in the face, knocking her temporarily off balance. "Awkward" she giggled, and leapt to her feet as the nearest ganado reached the wall behind her.

The setting sun had provided a little light for exploring the village, but the forest was too thick for the fleeting light of day to permeate. Ada sprinted into dark, unable to wait for her eyes to adjust. As she ran branches raked across her exposed flesh, stinging her shins, thighs, tummy and most painfully, her massive jugs. Angry voices and loud footsteps sounded close behind her. 'It's not fair' she thought 'they're able to move more uninhibited". Being clothed head to toe in ratty pants and ragged shirts that dampened the blows of the thick brush has its advantages. 'And I guess there's also that parasite thing making them crazier'

Eventually the chasing stopped. Ada continued running as the voices grew distant. When she felt safe that no one was following her she stopped, bracing herself against a tree with her left hand, and doubled-over, tired from sprinting. Her lungs burned

"Dammit" she hissed, placing her right hand on her hip, still leaning forward, gasping in air. She ran her hand over her sweaty thigh, checking for scrapes and scratches. Feeling nothing she moved her hand to her abdomen, felt her stomach, moved her hand up to her pendulous right breast and massaged it lightly. She began to cool quickly in the night air, her sweaty, glistening naked body shivering slightly.

"I guess the first order of business will be to get my clothes back" she muttered before noticing bright lights emanating from the direction of the village. She knew at once what it meant. "Torches. What do they think I am, Frankenstein?"

Ada moved laterally away from the approaching torchlight, intending to flank the village and approach from the opposite side. She moved slowly, deliberately, choosing to be cold rather than run and have the branches rake across her porcelain flesh again. The cold forced her to cross her arms beneath her breasts and hunch over a little as she walked.

"Weskar better appreciate the lengths I'm going to for this. I'm going to need one hell of a bonus package to compensate for this" Ada muttered, talking to herself while moving to keep her mind off the quickly dropping temperature. Time passed, half an hour in Ada's estimation. But here she was again, standing just outside the village, but this time everything was a little darker and she was a lot less clothed.

"Maybe the yokels will have gone to bed" she mused, hopefully. The village did appear much quieter. The center was deserted, and the torch lights in the wilderness were distant, barely visible. Ada climbed slowly over the wall, the jagged stone edges grinding uncomfortably against her skin again, but she was focused enough that it didn't even bother her. She moved lithely, keeping low to the ground, back to the shed where she had, fittingly, shed her clothes.

"First luck I've had all day" she muttered, bemused at finding her tattered dress in the same spot she had last seen it. She picked up the largest piece gingerly, which turned out to be the segment that ran from her breasts to her belly button. The other chunk was too torn to be used, so she discarded it and quickly slid her arms through the ruined dress, sliding it over her ample bosom.

"At least the girls have some coverage again" she thought as she tied the straps behind her neck. The dress turned shirt didn't quite reach her belly button, but she was thankful to have it. "Even if it does smell a little funky"

"Back to business" she muttered, and moved to the next house to begin searching anew.

Gaining entrance to this house proved even easier than the first. It didn't even have a door. She moved slowly into the room, stepping softly to keep the floorboards from creaking. The dark hindered her searching prowess, calling for a more deliberate pace. The search of the ground floor took minutes, but felt like hours. When at last she was convinced the sample wasn't to be found here Ada moved to the stairs.

"Hope Ma and Pa Kettle are sound asleep, or else I'm going to have to do a little neck snapping" she muttered as she climbed. Half way up the stairs she paused, listening for any signs of life. Or un-life. Whatever it was these ganados had going. Hearing nothing she moved quickly up the remaining steps, growing weary of the plodding pace she had been operating at.

The top floor was even more barren than the first house had been. There was a filthy bed illuminated by the moonlight and a few pairs of rumpled pants on the floor. "Ugh. Unsanitary bastards" she said and shuddered. "Another building down, about a dozen left to go" Ada turned towards the stairs again and-

"Un forastero!" the ganado standing at the bottom of the stairs screamed at Ada, his eyes glowing red.

"Shhhhhh! People are trying to sleep!" Ada shot back, her finger pressing against her lip to accentuate the point. She took a step down towards the Ganado, intending to rush him and, time providing, snap some serious neck.

"Por ah" another Ganado hollered, sprinting into the house and standing beside the first man. His eyes were also glowing red.

"I've done two guys at once before. Bigger guys, too!" Ada quipped and took another step.

"Empieza a rezar!" a third Ganado screamed, a female this time, as she entered the house. Again with the red eyes.

"Sorry fellas, but I'm not liking these odds" Ada turned and ran to the open window, leaping out. She flipped elegantly through the air, ever the showoff. She was just about to land another patented Ada perfect landing when THUD something smacked into the side of her head, breaking her concentration and causing her to thunder into the ground.

"Ooph, fuck!" she exclaimed loudly, sitting up quickly and rubbing her sore head. Her legs were splayed awkwardly on the ground but moved when she told them to, so she was pretty certain the fall hadn't been too traumatic. The implement of her unfortunate landing lay beside her. "A sickle! Guess I lucked out getting hit by the handle, huh guys?" she asked the fast approaching Ganado trilogy. The heavy guy in the stained corduroy and torn flannel shirt reached her first and grabbed her arms roughly. The thinner, younger looking guy in the faded jeans and filthy brown shirt (even by brown shirt standards) was upon her next, grabbing her right ankle. The heavyset Ganado woman reached her last, delivering a painful kick to the stomach before seizing Ada's left ankle.

"Not so rough, not so rough!" Ada winced as the three hoisted her unceremoniously into the air and carried her quickly into one of the as yet uninvestigated houses. Once inside the younger guy closed the door and bolted it as the woman grabbed a nearby length of rope. The fat old men used his considerable girth to pin the winded Ada to the ground. Ada used the opportunity to look around the dank interior of the house and saw a few old photographs, yellowing with age and overexposure to the elements. One of the photos was of older man and woman embracing as the younger man stood in front. It had all the outward appearances of a family photo.

Their respective tasks accomplished, the group gathered around Ada once again. "Listen Munsters, it was cute for about a second but if you don't get off me things are going to get ugly. For you guys."

Undeterred by Ada's bravado, the Manson family rejects flipped Ada onto her stomach roughly, and she could hear them arguing in Spanish about what to do next. From what little she could understand they were hatching a plan involving sitting on her back and tying her up. From there it got a little sketchier. Ada couldn't understand much, but it seemed to her like they were debating whether or not they would tell Bitores that they had apprehended the outsider.

"If one of you is going to be sitting on me to hold me in place, please make it the skinny guy" Ada mumbled, which elicited a quick slap across the face from the old broad followed by a serpentine hiss.

The thin guy sat heavily on Ada's back, crushing her chest painfully to the floor. "Oof! Being a heavy fucker must run in the family" She had more insults ready to go, but stopped talking when she felt a hand softly caressing her hair. She was immediately weirded out.

Ada couldn't see what was happening to her, but she felt her arms being pulled to her back, into a position she was all too familiar with. "Handcuff position? Amateurs!" she spat angrily. She could feel the tough, fibrous rope being looped around her wrists. The strands wove alternate paths above and below her wrists before being pulled tight, the scratchy rope digging into her skin. Her hands bound, she felt her legs push together and her feet lift. Another length of the same scratchy rope began encircling her ankles.

"While we're here, I don't suppose you could give me a few hints where you guys have the plagas sample? No? Ah, Can't fault a girl for trying"

She felt a hand firmly grip her bare ass and dig into her with talon like finger nails. The old lady was apparently digging in for leverage, as the next thing she felt was her feet being forced towards her ass, her heels coming to rest on her naked cheeks. Another length of the itchy twine connected her shackled hands to her fastened ankles, eliminating almost any movement ability.

"Getting out of this should prove fun. Thanks guys. Now, about that plagas sample, I-gloomph" Ada's speech was cut short as a dirty cloth was wedged into her open mouth and a length of twine quickly tied around her head to hold it in place. "Mmmph-mhp!" she protested.

The younger Ganado stood, relieving all of the pressure on Ada's chest. The old woman crossed the floor in front of her and yanked open a previously unseen trap door leading down. Ada felt two sets of hands gripped the string connecting her feet to her hands and hoist her into the air. The strain on her shoulders and knees was a secondary pain, as one of the lifters had apparently snagged her g-string with one of his fingers and it was now digging painfully into her pussy. She could feel the fabric straining against her clit, her labia surely exposed to the…well, the floor. For now.

She was carried across the gap to the black pit leading down. She had barely enough time to muffle a protestation before being tossed head first into the maw, landing head first on the cold earth below, losing consciousness.

At first Ada thought she had been blinded. It wasn't until her thoughts cleared and she realized that she had been asleep that she remembered being tossed into the darkened lair beneath the Adams Family home. She rolled onto her stomach, happy to feel the familiar pressure of her PDA against her thigh. There was a way out of this fresh hell after all. Arching her back as far as she could, she reached along the back of her leg towards her PDA holster.

'Those idiots couldn't hog tie their way out of paper bag' she thought, shook her head, and attributed the terrible quip to the bump on the head. It took some doing, and more stretching than she new she had in her, but in short order Ada was able to reach her PDA. Her fingers searched across the top of the PDA for her secret weapon. Ah ha! She found the embedded stylus, pressed down to unlock it, and felt a surge of relief as it popped out into her waiting hands. This was no ordinary stylus, no. This was Ada's own design, a stylus with a razor sharp tip. Because it was a razor. A razor that she kept quite sharp.

She set about the task of freeing her hands first, slicing quickly but carefully. Her bonds relented with little coercing, and soon her hands were loosed. With surgical precision Ada removed the rope fastening her gag in place and spat the disgusting thing out. "I'll admit, you won that round. But this is where I turn it all around" she whispered, and rolled onto her back to began the simple task of freeing her feet.

Once freed Ada stood slowly, and stretched her arms and legs ecstatically. She readjusted her g-string, pulling the fabric out of her channel and stretching it to provide coverage again.

"There we are, everything's back in its rightful place. Except for the plagas sample. But that'll be remedied right now" Ada said, a little louder, her confidence restored to pre-dress shredding levels. She felt along the walls for a ladder, and upon finding it climbed out into the bright room above.

"Those clowns didn't even lock the trap door or throw anything heavy on it. Hmmph. Almost making this too easy" she murmured as she headed for the door, the sunlight streaming through the windows and stinging her eyes.

"Nobody up at this hour of the morning I guess. And I thought you farmers loved to beat the sun up everyday! Plagas must make you lazy" Ada mused before stepping outside in the direct sunlight

Ada stood for a moment and considered her options. "So maybe I should have ordered more weapons after customs seized mine. Then I'd be able to do more than just sneak around breaking the odd neck here or there. At least I've got my PDA and some time left. I'll walk a few miles out of town, swallow my pride and send in a re-supply request. Then I'll come back here with some serious fire power, blow the locals away, and take my sweet time finding that sample. There's no part of this plan that can fail"

Ada hadn't even take a single step before the church bells rang loudly and the doors swung upon, legions of ganados pouring out. "Oooooooh shit, that explains the lack of activity" Ada muttered

"Es hora de aplastar!" an elderly man in ratty overalls screamed and pointed at Ada

"Are we really going to have to do this chase thing again? I outran you guys easily before, and now I've got an even bigger head start!" Ada quipped

"Stand aside!" Ada heard a loud voice bellow from inside the church, and she watched as Bitores Mendes himself strode out. He was a beast of a man, almost eight feet tall and sturdy, his long blue overcoat stood as tall as Ada did. Bitores was bald but sported a long Rasputin beard. "Your kind is not wanted here. Leave now and you leave with your life" he spat, pointing directly at the mouthy heroine.

"Tell you what, instead of doing that, why don't I just take off, get me some reinforcements, and come back to level this shit hole?" Ada yelled, smirking defiantly.

"Mistake, little girl" Bitores said and began sprinting towards her. Ada turned to run, shocked by how fast the large man was moving, surely faster than anyone she had seen run before. She sprinted away from him, but only made it a few yards before she felt her cloth necklace tighten and snap her backwards. Bitores had grabbed it and yanked the significantly smaller woman off her feet, sending her choking to the ground.

"Insults such as these, they cannot be allowed to stand. Congregation, ready the spit, we have another wishing to be committed to the pyre"

Bitores dragged the weakened mercenary to the large fixture in the center of the town. "Bind her arms to the log. Bind them well!" he bellowed, tossing her against the giant stake

"B-burn me? What the h-hell is this?" Ada asked, still struggling to breathe as ganados swarmed around her.

"There are worse punishments. Don't try my patience, little girl"

"Hey, not so rough! You goons don't know how to treat a lady" Ada complained as an army of hands grabbed her, clenching around her legs and arms, some at her sides. Some cheeky bastards grabbed her tits and squeezed, new hands arriving for a feel as soon as the old were gone. Against her will she was lifted slowly to her feet, wriggling in defiance. The cabal forced her back against the log and wrenched her arms tightly backwards, causing her tits to stick out like torpedoes. Her wrists were once again forced together and an even scratchier rope was wound tightly around them. As unseen minions worked behind her, tightly binding her arms, the crowd in front jeered and hollered, pinching her arms and legs, poking her stomach and breasts. Once the rope was knotted in place, her arms were tugged painfully back once again to test the bind. Its task accomplished, the crowd dispersed.

Ada breathed deeply and looked at her feet. The embers had thankfully cooled. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and back, trying to adopt as comfortable a posture as possible. Her shoulders were already aching from her arms being pulled so roughly around the pole and being bound behind it.

"Move" Bitores commanded. The crowd separated allowing a wide berth from him to Ada. He strode quickly towards her, and Ada noticed for the first time that his eyes were a mismatched red and blue. He stopped at the edge of the fire pit and leaned towards Ada, stopping at her eye level, their faces almost touching. "You made a mistake coming here. The officer skewered to the top of this spit made a similar mistake."

"How about you let me go, I'll forget about your goons ruining my expensive dress, and we never have to meet again. It's win-win!" Ada proposed hopefully, blinking repeatedly.

"Your smart mouth will be the end of you." Bitores grabbed Ada's chin roughly, moved her head left, then right, studying her face. "Perhaps what you need is some humility" Bitores snorted, his eyes never once closing. He released Ada's chin, breathed deeply.

"B-better than you has tried before" Ada shot back, her smartass veneer cracking slightly.

"Your insolence is amusing. Killing you would be a waste. Instead I think you could be of use." To the crowd, Bitores yelled "Nuestro jefe se cuidar de la rata". He turned to face Ada again. "We will give you the plagas sample you have been seeking. And once it is inside you, you will come to love it. You will not wish to leave"

"I've heard that before" she muttered, rolling her eyes for exaggerated effect.

"A runner has been dispatched to retrieve the sample and injection gun. Until he returns, I trust you'll find the accommodations amenable" he said, indicating the spit to which she was currently bound.

"From what I've seen of this cozy little burg, I probably have the cleanest lodgings you have to offer" she spat back. Some spittle hit Bitores' bright red eye, but even that didn't make him blink.

"It will be some time before the sample arrives. Until then remain here" Bitores said, and turned to leave. Ada exhaled deeply and caught some motion from the corner of her eye, a fidgeting Ganado kicking the ground. She had forgotten about the crowd, dozens of filthy people in rotting clothes were dirt stained faces. They stared angrily at her, their intense hatred burning almost as bright as the morning sun.

Playing tough for the crowd, Ada smirked and said "That's right, beat it you coward. Real tough in front of your goon squad, let me loose and we can sort this out right quick!"

Bitores turned towards her and with lightning speed his hand was at her neck. He squeezed for a few seconds, but ultimately released her delicate throat. He slid his fingers to her cleavage, poked a finger between her breasts. With another quick movement he tore her dress off, revealing her luscious tits to the rapt crowd. He held the decimated garment high in the air to the sound of loud cheering as the horde went ballistic, shaking their fists in the air and pointing at the topless Ada. Her arms were bound and so she couldn't cover herself, and she squirmed awkwardly in vain.

"YOU ASSHOLE!" she creamed, stomping her foot in accentuation. This had the adverse affect of causing her breasts to jiggle wildly. The crowd howled again, louder than before.

"And still you do not learn" Bitores shook his head

"FUCK YOU, ONCE THIS PERVETED LITTLE PEEP SHOW IS OVER THIS TOWN IS DONE" Ada screamed, surprised that for the first time in years she was losing her cool

Bitores reached a massive sausage sized finger down to her panty line and slid it between the strap and her skin. He pulled the strap up along her stomach, wedging the fabric into her cunt for the second time in as many days. She winced as the fabric pushed against her clit, wondering how long the fabric could strain like this before tearing. She stood on the tips of her toes, but she couldn't stand higher than the significantly taller man's reach. She thrust her pelvis out, hoping to shift the pressure off her gooch, and that was when the fabric finally tore.

"Phew" Ada said, shifting back to a more comfortable standing position on the balls of her feet. Then she realized that but for her PDA, shoes, and cloth necklace she was stark naked.

In one hand he clutched her torn dress, the other the stringy remnants of her g-string. He turned and walked away from the nude bound spy. A few yards away he stopped, and turned to face Ada, admiring her illustrious nude form.

The crowd howled again, almost deafening this time. Ada shifted her legs, grinding them together, trying and failing to cover her crotch. The sight of the naked statuesque beauty rubbing her thighs together in a vain attempt to shield her shaved, pink pussy with perfectly thin symmetrical lips was too much for the crowd. They screamed as she moved from one foot to the other, her pendulous breasts swinging freely. They roared as she stamped her feet angrily, her breasts bouncing erotically. They shrieked as a single tear of frustration slid down her face.

"After seeing the effects of this plagas thing up close, I'm not too impressed all it seemed to do is turn you freak-shows into a town of DIRTY PERVERTS" Ada screeched, her voice cracking

"Morir es vivir" Bitores said reflectively.

The jeering and taunting lasted for almost fifteen minutes. A few times a male Ganado would break ranks and charge Ada and she would kick awkwardly at him defensively, her taut naked body jiggling in all the right places. The attacker would withdraw, the crowd would laugh and jeer, ecstatic to get a fleeting glimpse of her sweet ass unobstructed by the pole. For a few minutes they would be content with yelling and pointing. Eventually their interest waned, and the crowd grew smaller as people returned to their homes and the fields to begin the days farming. Within half an hour only Bitores remained, staring angrily at the bound Ada, never blinking, his expression of contempt never changing.

"Now that your congregation is gone, maybe you and I could make a deal. You let me go, you keep the sample, I'll get you money and weapons. I can get you whatever you want. I'm very industrious" Ada said, meeting Bitores' stare with as much tenacity as she could muster

"You are not my equal. Your interruption angers me still. I will decide what to do with you after prayers" he said, and then bellowed "Empieza a rezar". Gandos poured from their houses and the woods and filtered quickly into the church, Bitores slamming the large doors shut when everyone was securely inside.

Ada stood in the town center, still naked and bound, but mercifully alone. For now at least. "This is a new one" she muttered, leaning her head back against the large pole that already supported her back.

The challenge now was liberating her hands. They had gone numb some time ago, and her fingers were unable to reach the ropes anyway. She couldn't shimmy up the pole because there was a corpse blocking the top. 'That and the ass load of splinters' she chuckled. There was no way she would have the leg strength to reach the top and dislodge the corpse. There was no conceivable way for her mouth to reach around the pole and unbind her hands with her teeth. She slowly slid down the pole into a squatting position, attempting to reach her PDA on her thigh with her bound hands. She didn't even come close.

"Well this sucks" Ada complained, sliding to her knees. She adjusted her legs uncomfortably on the burnt and jagged wood. The heel of her right shoe wedged into the base of the pole, and she cursed quietly, jerking her foot back and forth to break the heel free. It came loose with the sickly sound of breaking wood, and Ada was inspired. She moved her knees back to the base of the pole and extended her wrists towards the heel of her left shoe. They connected, but just barely. She pressed the rope between her wrists to the heel of her shoe and began slowly moving her hands up and down. The grinding motion began wearing down the rope. Slowly. Very slowly.

"I hope Bitores isn't shy with the sermonizing" Ada muttered, her muscles straining, a deep lactic acid burn. Minutes passed and Ada was sweating furiously again. Beads of sweat slid across her stomach, her thighs, her exquisite breasts. The sunlight made Ada's naked body glisten majestically, and the rhythmic jerking of her arms sent slight ripples throughout her body, jiggling her sweaty glistening tits. The skin of her wrists grew warmer, the rope beginning to tear.

CLANG CLANG. The church bells rang loudly, startling Ada. "You're running out of time girl" she thought, and resumed rubbing the twine against her heel

SNAP. The rope broke. Ada fell forward, landing tits first on the ground. Her arms were still too numb to react quickly enough to brace her fall. "Ooph. Thanks for breaking my fall, ladies". She rose slowly to her feet alternatively massaging her shoulder and her tired thighs. "So long everyone, thanks for the hospitality! It's been swell! I'll be sure to return the favor in a few hours!" Ada quipped, and extended her middle finger high in the air towards the church.

She had barely turned to leave the town when the church doors flew open with a resounding clang. "Te voy a hacer picadillo!" Bitores hollered

Ada ran, ran like she had never run before. Her massive tits bounded heavily, flopping around from side to side. The villagers ran after her, enjoying the view of her tight round ass grinding up and down as she ran. Ada's running form was perfect, she was moving faster than she ever had before, easily outpacing the ensuing horde. Even Bitores was surprised by her speed. With each step her heel would almost hit her smooth, flawless ass cheek. Her arms cut easily through the air, hips to tits, hips to tits, hips to tits. She glanced backwards, seeing that she was easily outpacing everyone.

"NICE TRY LOSERS!" Ada screamed and broke her perfect running form to flip the Ganado horde the bird. She allowed herself a victorious laugh. As she moved her arm back into position her left foot landed awkwardly. She attempted to correct for the bad landing by pivoting the foot in place, but her heel broke. Ada tumbled to the ground, flipping and rolling over a few times before sliding to a stop on her back.

"Fuck, those shoes cost almost $300. This sucks!" Ada squawked, pounding the ground with her fist. Snapping the string had taken its toll on the poor heel, critically stressing the shoe, weakening it to the breaking point.

She sat up and rolled over onto her knees, preparing to stand. Until Bitores thundered into her, grabbing her left shoulder roughly with his giant right hand and hoisting her into the air. He shook her roughly, then used his other hand to envelope her right breast, squeezing it harshly. She winced as he released her shoulder and her entire body weight rested on her right breast. As she dangled painfully the Ganado crowd moved into a circle around her and Bitores, laughing and pointing at Ada. It was quite the site, her legs and arms flailing wildly as the monolith of once-man groped her. He moved his free hand to her other breast and locked it in his vice like grip. In his giant hands her gorgeous 36C tits looked almost like an A cup. Luscious titty meat seeped through the cracks between his fingers, ballooning out with each squeeze and rescinding back slightly as his grip loosened. He shook her back and forth harder than before, causing her PDA to tear free of her thigh and fly into the crowd, smacking an old man with knotted grey hair in the face. It fell to the ground, and a gaunt woman in stained overalls scooped it up, running her fingers over it quizzically. Her fingers glanced across the power button, switching it on.

"Vos voy a romper a pedazos!" Bitores yelled, bringing Ada down to eye level before tossing her brusquely into the crowd.

Ada careened through the air, crashing into an absurdly fat woman in a parachute sized yellow shirt and a brown skirt. As she lay sprawled across the mountainous woman an army of hands grabbed her. They pinched her, squeezed her, poked, prodded, raked their filthy fingernails across her breasts and inner thighs. Her arms were held in place by the growling horde, and she was lifted to her feet, only to be forced to her knees.

Bitores grunted, and began unfastening his humungous overcoat. When it was undone several ganados approached him from behind and pulled the coat off. Now Bitores stood before Ada in gnarly brown pants, naked from the waist up. He had rigid abs and a barrel chest with tree trunk thick arms. His chest was black with knotted hairs that rain from the top of his pectorals down to his belt before disappearing beneath his pants. Two thin Ganado women dressed in filthy yellow dresses with stained aprons moved to either side of him, loosened his belt, undid his pants. Their bodies looked shapely and Ada thought that they may even pass as hot if they had proper sanitary conditions, at least until they turned to face her and smiled, their dirty faces and mouths filled with rotten teeth causing Ada to retch a little. They slid their hands into his pants and yanked them down quickly to his ankles, revealing his massive cock. He stepped out of his pants and the girls dragged them out of the circle.

"Oh….My….God…" Ada gasped, staring slack jawed at Bitores' cock. His matted hair rain the length of his torso and all the way down to his thick member and around, coating his giant balls. The monstrous member was as thick as a can of flavored tuna, and almost a foot long still flaccid. He was uncircumcised, and Ada could see a little piece of his purple helmet poking through his beefy foreskin. She had been in the audience at a donkey show where the cock had been smaller. But in that case the girl doing the deed was a willing participant, as willing as you can be when doing something awful to settle a debt. At the same time the Ganado woman with Ada's camera continued poking and prodding, inadvertently engaging the recording function..

"That's…impressive…but this is an odd time to become an impromptu nudist colony" Ada said, hopeful his intentions were pure.

Bitores curled his lip angrily, grabbing his member in his right hand and shaking it at Ada. He moved towards her, shaking his cock. The crowd was silent, and Ada felt the hands gripping her tighten. He continued approaching her, his shaking his member like a belligerent anaconda.

"Looks like those plagas have a few unintended consequences, huh?" Ada chided

"Te cog!" Bitores yelled taking the final step towards Ada, within striking distance. And strike he did. He slapped Ada hard across the face with his flaccid cock, making her cry out in surprise. Her face stung, and a red cock shaped imprint formed on her cheek. Her face reddened to match, utterly humiliated.

"If a fine piece of tail like Ada Wong, naked as the day she was born, can't get you hard, maybe it's time to pack it in. Hey everybody, I think there may be an opening in the village chief position soon!" Ada quipped

Bitores fumed. He grabbed his cock and pushed his sheathed head against Ada's mouth. But she kept tight lipped, so to speak. He bumped his cock into her pursed lips a few times, but she wouldn't open for business. The crowd howled angrily at Ada, demanding she open her mouth. She smiled mockingly up at Bitores and shook her head slowly from side to side. No.

"ARGH!" Bitores threw his hands angrily in the air. He looked down at Ada, who was still smiling and shaking her head from side to side. The angry giant grabbed his cock and pulled his foreskin down, revealing a large plum sized purple helmet. Just beneath the head his shaft was encrusted with smegma, and the smell hit Ada before her eyes had comprehended what she was looking at. Bitores placed his meaty left paw on her head, holding it in place. With his right hand he rubbed his smegma laced cock against her cheek, leaving a greasy streak in its wake.

"Ugh!" Ada grimaced, and as soon as her mouth was open she realized her mistake. Bitores rammed his cock hard into her mouth, penetrating her until he hit uvula. "Glommph!" Ada protested unintelligibly, her mouth filled with village leader flesh. The crowd screamed, each waving an arm in the air, their other hands locked firmly to their crotches, massaging.

"Glu-ghu-jhurk" Ada gurgled, certain that her jaw had never been opened this far before

Bitores thrust Ada's head back on forth on his cock, enthralled by the sight of the defiled mercenary. Ada could feel his member pressing against her tongue, her cheeks, the back of her throat. It was getting bigger, swelling with blood, becoming rigid. Ada could taste foul smegma and precum and almost choked, fighting to swallow the filthy concoction down. Fully erect, Bitores pulled his member free of Ada's mouth, twin strands of saliva trailing from her lips to his blood swollen head.

"Glph, gl…f-fair enough", Ada stammered, struggling to speak properly with her stretched and violated mouth. "We're even, that's fine. Let me go, please, and I'll never bother you again. I can make sure no one ever comes her again! Otherwise they'll send someone after me, you have to know they'll send someone else!" Ada appealed to the bloodthirsty crowd

"I hope the next one they send is as petulant as you" Bitores said, lifting Ada to her feet by the top of her head. He motioned in the air with his hands, a series of peculiar symbols and numbers, like a baseball pitcher's code. Without need of words the crowd moved, shifted. Ada's arms and legs were grabbed, and she was pulled from her feet. Her arms were pulled apart in held in place. Her legs were pried open. The group held her splayed in the air, as though she had been frozen in extended jumping jack form. She was hoisted so that her pussy was at Bitores' crotch level, her body angling slightly downward. Two people grabbed her head roughly and held it in position, staring down at her own exposed groin, unable to look away from the violation that was about to occur.

"No no no no, there's no need to do this. I may have done my time in the glory hole box at work, but that little pink glory hole down there is by invitation only, and you are definitely not invited!" Ada said hastily, fearing for her tight vagina

Bitores rubbed his meaty paw against her groin, inserting a sausage finger one knuckle in. He brought the finger out, showed it to the crowd. Dry. The crowd howled, spat. Saliva spattered Ada's pussy. Bitores positioned his cock, rubbed the saliva slick head against her labia, up and down, up and down. He reached towards her, grabbing a tit with each baseball glove sized hand. He locked eyes with the trembling international super spy, growled, squeezed her tits tightly and thrust his purple helmet inside her.

"Ooooooooooooow fuuuuuuuuck!" Ada howled staring in horror as her pussy lips were pried apart by the giant phallus, stretching painfully to accommodate its absurd size. Her vision blurred as tears formed, Bitores' massive cock losing definition. She could still feel his member sliding along her vaginal walls, their dry skin rubbing together, friction. His cock encountered some resistance which slowed him, but he thrust harder, pushing through. What was worse, the inhuman stretching to the point of tearing, the painful rope burn forming along the length of her tortured cuntal walls? Or the humiliation of being a public spectacle, a fuck toy for subhuman monstrosities.

"Stop it you freak, you'll split me in half!" Ada cried out, tears streaming along her cheeks. To her surprise she felt Bitores' cock stop its steady ascent into her love canal. She blinked rapidly to clear her eyes. "Thank you, thank you, oh Christ thank you!" Ada slurred

"Viste algo?" Bitores growled at the cock impaled mercenary.

"I…I don't know what that means" Ada stammered

"Americano, si"

"Y-yes, Americano, Mi, uh, mi est une Americano, si" Ada said, shaking her head as hard as she could while still being gripped by the crowd

"So cerdo" Bitores hollered, and the crowd echoed his war cry.

"W-what, what do you want from me, I'm ju-AAAAAAAAAH!" Ada screamed, her plea cut short by another two inches of think Bitores salami grinding into her ham wallet. Her abdomen swelled slightly, his huge cock forcing it outward. She watched as the protrusion crept up her abdomen, heralding deeper penetration of the blood swollen cock. The trail moved slowly towards her belly button. The substantial man meat pressed ever deeper, stretching and almost searing her delicate channel lining. Finally, with a few inches of cock left, Bitores reached the end. He pressed lightly, but could not gain any more depth. Ada squirmed, thoroughly impaled on his cock. The crowd became quiet, staring greedily at the quivering mercenaries naked flesh.

"Oh, that's too bad. You can't fit, l-looks like we aren't compatible after all" Ada chided, posturing for the crowd. Her cracking voice betrayed her bravado.

"So cerdo!" an elderly woman screeched, breaking ranks from the crowd to slap Ada's stomach, leaving a bright red hand print on her flesh. Ada winced, and several ganados laughed. The old woman in the rotting yellow garb rubbed Ada's stomach a few times, massaging the ridge being pressed out by Bitores' cock.

"Detris de ti, imbicil" Bitores hissed at the old woman, who hung her head sheepishly and scampered back into the crowd. He returned his attention to the uncomfortable Ada Wong. "Now where were we"

"You were planning to let me go, having taught me a real lesson in humility" Ada snapped back, optimistically

Bitores began pulling out of her. She felt the massive cock rubbing against her pleasure tube as it withdrew, the stretching pain residing as the friction burning began anew. Her abdomen fell to its regular taut position. Her labia curled out, tugged by the giant shaft. As inch after inch was pulled from her body relief cascaded through like a wave. At last the swollen head emerged, pulling free with a barely audible pop.

"Yes, yes, that's right, let's wrap this unfortunate chapter up and go our separate ways. I promise you no one from my agency will ever bother you again. I promise" Ada cried beseechingly

Bitores looked left, look right, the crowd staring silently, enthralled by what they were seeing. He released her right breast, raised his hand in the air, made a thumbs up. The horde wordlessly raised their arms, thumbs up. Turned their hands slowly. Thumbs down. Bitores nodded, slowly turning his thumb down as well. He returned his hand to her breast, rolled it gently in his hand, finally gripping it tightly.

"Alright, sure, one lest copped feel for the road. That's fine, have a squeeze on me, it's cool, not the first time these puppies have been used to seal a deal" Ada smiled, her loosened cunt still hurting, wondering if she could walk were she given the opportunity. She couldn't see her hammered genitalia, which was good because her once tight channel was gaping from the abuse. A smaller man could have stuck his cock in her to the hilt and not touched the sides. But her cunt was slowly returning to its original tightness.

"Well? How about that release?" Ada inquired. She opened her mouth to speak again but her inquiry was cut short as, in once swift motion, Bitores shifted his pelvis backwards, crushed her tits with all his might, lined his still hard cock up to her battered fun canal, and drove his cock into her. The pain in her squashed tits was immediate and agonizing, but quickly overshadowed by the serpentine quick stretching of her haggard cunt and finally the shooting pain as his massive cock rammed her unprepared cervix. It was an instantaneous explosion of extreme pain and mild pleasure

"Yoooooooouuuuu suuuuuuuck" Ada lamented, her eyes stinging with tears again. The crowd screamed, shaking her slightly, a series of hands pinching her arms and legs again, pinching her ass twice as hard. She struggled weakly against her tormentors, but still they held her, suspended in the air at convenient battering ram level.

"Esta en le trampa!" a random onlooker yelled, and some scattered laughter ensued.

Bitores snickered, snorting out air like a bull preparing to charge. He quickly pulled his shaft almost clear of the bound mercenary, and thrust his length inside her again. Ada squealed and squirmed with each mighty thrust, her channel still not producing any lubricant. With each thrust Bitores' grapefruit sized balls smashed into her splayed ass. 'That's going to bruise" she thought, biting her lower lip as the monolithic Ganado established a rhythm of thrusting and withdrawing, thrusting and withdrawing.

The crowd calmed slightly, several hooting and hollering, some watching lasciviously, licking their lips and squeezing their genitals.

Bitores pounded away. Fifty, sixty, seventy strokes. At 75 he stopped, paused, took a deep breath. Ada was happy for the respite on her pounded vag and groped tits. It didn't last, as seconds later Bitores hoisted the buxom spy from the crowd's grasp by her tits. He held her perpendicular to the ground, her feet dangling several feet above the dirty earth below. She was still impaled on his cock, her arms dangling uselessly at her sides. Her eyes were inches away from his hairy chest, and she could feel his hot breath on the top of her head.

"Oooph, this can't be good" she complained. Bitores lifted her slowly skyward, until she was almost clear of his pocket anaconda. When he felt her labia flap against the tip of his purple helmet he thrust her body down the length of his shaft again. She groaned lightly, too tired and worn to muster proper defiance. His fingers dug into her 36Cs as he lifted her, loosening their grip slightly as he slammed her down.

"You're going to tear my damn tits off" she whined. With each lift upwards it felt like her breasts were going to tear free of her chest, but each time they held firm. 'At this rate either my tits are going to come off or my vagina is going to tear. These animals are probably taking bets as to which happens first' she whined dejectedly. The jack-hammering continued, and the crowd stared at her gorgeous ass sliding up his shaft, bouncing deliciously when she was thrust back down.

"Ah, que madre!" Bitores mumbled angrily. A second later Ada felt a fire hose-like blast of goo release inside her, coating her canal, filling her womb. The warm jizz soothed her friction burned passage, sliding down along Bitores' huge cock. His entire body shook, and he released Ada's sweater puppies. She dangled precariously, supported only by his thick shaft. The crowd watched as thick sloppy cum oozed out of her, sliding down her inner thighs like a creamy waterfall. It ran down along her knees, over her shapely calves, falling from her ankles to the ground below.

"Mierda" Bitores muttered, gripping Ada's hips roughly. He slowly lifted her, sliding with ease along his cum lubed shaft. His head slid out of Ada with a pop, and his cum poured out of her like the world's grossest fountain drink dispenser. Bitores turned her to face the crowd. Her left breast hung slightly lower than the right, stretched and crushed by his inhuman strength. Bitores canted her to the left, moving one hand to her right leg, bracing her bodyweight on her left hip. With his right hand he grabbed her right leg and pulled it up, revealing her gaping, widely stretched cunt to the crowd. The horde could see deep inside her, sinewy strands of cum coating her insides like saline spider webs. The demonstration over, he dropped her nonchalantly to the ground, turning away from the violated Ada.

"Es hora de rezar" Bitores said forcefully to the crowd of onlookers. Most fell to their knees and locked their hands to their groins, chanting softly. The two filthy Ganado women who had removed Bitores pants approached him again. They grabbed his large cock, ran their tongues up and down the shaft, licking up as much of his man gravy as they could. They slurped it greedily, intent on cleaning every last bit of jizz.

'That's it, I'm getting the fuck out of here' Ada thought. But her legs would not work. 'Ok. Plan B'. Ada began to crawl away, not caring if the throngs of praying ganados heard her. They seemed lost in their prayers. She dragged herself along the ground, twigs poking into her crushed breasts and stomach. Upon glancing backwards she realized she was leaving a trail like a slug, Bitores' semen still seeping out of her. She gagged a little and returned to the slow work of crawling away.

"No dejene que se escape!" Bitores yelled, pointing at the crawling Ada. Their prayers cut short a third time, the crowd rose to their feet and stomped angrily over to the crawling mercenary. The female ganados encircled her, descending upon her arms. They lifted her to her knees, two women holding one arm, two women holding the other. A fifth woman grabbed Ada's head behind her ears, shaking her, and holding her forcibly in place.

"Fuck off you bottom rung chumps. Bitores was the biggest and best you had and I wore him out. What the hell can you fuckers hope to accomplish" Ada spat angrily

The male ganados gaggled in front of her. Hands moved quickly to belts, unfastened clasps, dropped trousers. Those who had underwear dropped it to their ankles. They stepped free of the encumbering garments, and they were, to a man, naked from the waist down.

Ada's eyes opened sauce pan wide. Her gaze swept across the miscreants. Their packages ran the gambit from tuna cans to medium sized ant-eater heads. No one in the crowd could be classified as large in any way, and Ada sighed thankfully at the revelation. Each man had knotted, ratty pubes. Some were erect already; some shook their flaccid cocks, still warming up.

"Beat it you jerks, I'm in no mood for a tiny cock and ball show" Ada said, catching the double entendre after she spoke and snickering quietly to herself. "Beat it, ha" she said again.

The first intrepid Ganado approached her, masturbating his four inch cock furiously, drooling heavily, rolling his tongue over and over in his mouth. He stopped in front of her, and she could smell his unwashed cock. "How the hell could you hope to survive as a society if you won't even bathe" Ada asked, genuinely interested. The aroused Ganado rubbed the head of his cock against her tear streaked face, along her cheeks, circling her lips. Her eyes flared with disdain, but her lips stayed pursed. He pushed his cock against her lips, a game of wills. He lost. He shots his load on her lips, a large strand arching across her cheek. Ada felt his game dribble down her chin as he wiped his emptied cock on her lips. Spent, he stepped back. Another Ganado took his place

This Ganado took a different tact. He poked his swollen head in her right eye, rubbing it in a circle around her closed eyelid. She stared at the hunched old man with her left eye, like a furious Cyclops supermodel. His hand jerked quickly up and down his shaft, pressing lightly against her eyebrow. He tightened his stomach muscles, and Ada could see his long, dangly balls cinch up in preparation. He whipped his cock quickly aside, aiming directly at her left eye. His cum blast smashed into her open eye, blinding her temporarily, stinging like a bitch. He came a few more loose strands, splattering her eye and cheek.

"You sneaky little bastard!" Ada squealed, trying reflexively to wipe her eye clean but failing as her arms were subdued. She opened her clean eye to see what was happening. "You're so old I can't believe that thing fires more than dust! And those are the saggiest balls I have ever had the misfortune of-glaag" Ada was caught in mid sentence. An industrious young hobo looking guy had leapt at her and crammed his cock into her mouth. He pumped one hand in the air, enamored with himself. Ada's temper flared as she felt the filthy cock probe her mouth, pressing out against one cheek, then the other, pressing down against her tongue. The deviant came in her mouth, his thick cum blasting against the back of her throat. He pulled out quickly, and Ada coughed up semen and saliva, which flowed greasily out of her mouth, down her chin, forming a long spittle strand that reached unbroken down to her massive mangled tits.

A few ganados approached at once, standing in front of her, beating off. They came in unison, coating her cheek, forehead, and chin. They withdrew, and more took their place. Streams of cum slopped onto her face, in her hair. With each load blown some jizz would remain on her face and some would slide down along her face, dripping onto her stressed juggs. In groups of three or more they'd approach, loose their streams on her face, walk away. Her face coated, the focus turned to her hair. A torrent of cum was loosed upon her immaculately groomed hair.

"So cerdo!" the heavyset old woman wailed behind Ada. The old woman ran her twisted fingers through Ada's hair, rubbing the cum around like fucked up shampoo. Her job done, the old woman removed her greasy hand from Ada's hair and wiped the cum off on Ada's back.

"You old cunt, I'm going to get you!" Ada howled. Two of the three ganados masturbating in front of Ada used the opportunity to cram their cocks into her mouth. Her lips locked around their shafts as though trying to crush them. It didn't work. The two cretins rubbed their cocks around in her mouth, pressing against her cheeks and tongue and each other, their saliva slick cocks sliding easily. A third Ganado approached and slid the head of his cock in her open mouth. It was as much as he could reach. Ada felt the first one cum, and a split second later the second. The third villager pulled out before he came, took aim and blasted Ada in her clean eye. She was choking on cum, trying to swallow as much as she could to clear her mouth. Adding to her predicament was her being cum blasted in both eyes. The crowd laughed at the sight of the exquisite beauty choking down their cum while squinting her eyes closed, thick strands of cum dangling from her chin, shaking each time she swallowed.

Blinded and gasping for air, Ada tried to hang her head in shame, but the Ganado woman holding her head would not allow it. Villagers approached in waves, gratuitously coating her face and tits with Ganado cum. The streams oozed slowly over her tits, drops falling on her stomach and thighs and forming more streaks on her porcelain white skin. Ada's face was so coated that excess jizz just splashed against her face and slopped immediately off her chin. The Ganado women saw this development and pushed Ada roughly to the ground, grabbing her and rolling her onto her back. They moved quickly to her ankles and wrists, pulling her arms and legs into the same jumping jack position as before. They held her in place and beckoned the Ganado men to resume their assault.

The Ganado bukkake festival began anew, with the men coating the restrained mercenary with cum. Ada, her eyes still cum shut, felt as warm splooge rained down upon her body. Strands laced her shins, her thighs, her stomach and tits. Jizm splattered against her groin, coating her pussy lips and inner thighs.

"Cough, hack…that was, bar none, the grossest experience of my life" Ada muttered. The cum bath ended as abruptly it began. The crowd's interest in the ruined girl waned, and they began to disperse. She could feel the cum on her face begin to crust in the bright sunlight. The vice-like grips on her feet and ankles loosened.

"Forastero," Bitores began "the sample will be along shortly. In the interim you will be tied up, better than before. Soon you will be of the same blood as us, but still lesser, Always lesser."

"Sounds good. Just get me out of the sun" Ada requested

"You are not to make demands of me. Bind her to the spit again, properly this time."

Ganados grabbed the filth encrusted babe and dragged her once again to the pole, standing her up and tying her hands to the pole above her head. She could feel the ropes wind tightly around her hands. And there she stood, head hung in shame, eyes stinging with crusty semen.

"Bitores!" a breathless Ganado called from the village gates "there is another here, and he has taken the sample. He's down by the gigante cage!"

"Cogedlo!" Bitores screamed, ordering everyone in the village to pursue the unknown attacker. Everyone stopped what they were doing and sprinted into the woods, heading towards the gigante cage.

Ada waited for several minutes, listening intently to determine if anyone had stayed behind. Fears allayed, she set about the work of freeing herself. The bindings were tight, almost expert in their knotting. There was no way Ada could untie them.

"Plan C it is, then" Ada muttered, and slid her semen slick hands loose from the rope with ease. "Thanks for the lubricant, you freakshows!"

Ada rubbed her eyes gently, cleaning out the crusted cum. She breathed deeply, her cum coated breasts swaying erotically in the morning wind, sunlight glistening off the viscous goo. She took a step forward and almost fell to her knees, still reeling from the battering her pussy had suffered. She took another breath.

"Status check" she muttered solemnly, cupping her breasts gingerly, the lightest touch hurting the lopsided mammaries. Her hand moved slowly to her crotch, her fingers poisoned hesitantly at what was once her tight pink slit. She inserted her hand with ease to the wrist and gasped, shocked at how loose she had become.

"Pull yourself together girlie, it's go time" she said. She removed her footwear as she couldn't move quickly enough on a broken heel and began walking briskly in the opposite direction of the gigante cage.

As she came upon the large puddle of crusted semen that had been the site of her man chowder shower she caught site of her PDA on the ground. "Oh hell yes!" she shrieked giddily, scooping it up. To her horror it appeared to have been dropped, probably when Bitores had ordered everyone to chase the other intruder. The satellite and regular phone applications were damaged, unusable. She checked the system log and found that until five minutes ago her PDA has been recording video and uploading it to the servers at headquarters, where Weskar checked uploads on a daily basis. She checked the last few frames of recorded video and was horrified to see that her violation had been exquisitely captured and uploaded. "That's going to get me some ribbing around the office, for sure" she muttered.

"My PDA is fucked, my clothes are gone, and it's a twenty mile trek back to the nearest phone and shower" the cum glazed cutie summarized. She reached a hand between her legs, massaging her battered cunt, inserting a finger to check for stretching. Her cunt was gaping, still wide enough to fit her entire hand. "That'll heal up just fine in time" she said. "I've always been able to recover quickly". She massaged her roughly treated breasts, which she was confident were already returning to perfect symmetry.

"When I come back it'll be a whole new ball game" she quipped, flipping the bird to the empty town. And with that she began walking out of town, her naked jizz coated statuesque body glowing in the morning sun.