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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

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"My name isn't Aimee, for fuck's sake" the snow white saber-toothed Jaquar growled while she ground herself down on Captain Corben's lap and stirred his wonderfully thick cock around inside herself. Her claws prickled harder against his bare chest and made her captive wince. When she briefly closed her eyes, the slender feline even breathed a little harder as she trembled with a small orgasm, squeezing down rather delightfully about the captain's trapped organ.

"But your file..." The young black furred Percheron stallion snorted and strained against the cuffs holding his wrists firmly above his head to the metal bed frame. He was having a rather hard time concentrating as he stared up at his captor, whom happened to be the entire reason he had even come out to this God-forsaken abandoned building in the middle of bumfuck Arkansas. The beautiful but scarred white furred feline, who was almost nude, save for a form fitting white shirt which nearly blended perfectly into her pure white coat. Though along her outer arms and thighs, sides and back, there were faint silver almost bullseye shaped spots visible. Her long silver hair was a mess, partially obscuring her pale blue eyes, so pale they almost appeared whitish silver themselves. Considering how deadly he knew she was; the short fangs gave Aimee a deceptively cute appearance which belied her true nature. She was a highly trained and efficient killer, with a score in the high triple digits, and those were only the kills they knew about.

"My name is Hellen Kellher...and I swear, if you make a deaf joke, I'll cut your balls off" the slender feline woman growled and glared down at him. Her silver fringe covered her left eye partially as she leaned down to stare hard at the younger man she'd captured and was busy using for her own pleasure.

"Noted..." Captain Corben snorted uncomfortably at the feeling of the knifepoint he felt suddenly pressing into the slight valley between his restrained orbs. Aimee had those bound and cinched too, just so he couldn't pop until she was good and ready for him to. Problem was, she was a highly trained soldier with an impressive physical record. Even as young and fit as he was, the good Captain knew he was outmatched in the stamina department. Already he could feel his orbs trying to ascend, even with the knife blade scraping dangerously across his sensitive flesh.

"How many of you suits did they send to bring me in this time?" Aimee huffed with a low growl as she trembled lightly through another of her climaxes, the feline's silken inner walls rippled and squeezed down around the horse's girthy fuckstick, making the captain shudder and grunt with his own growing need to climax.

"Just me, trying the polite approach this time...hospital bills were getting a bit high every time you took out the squad we sent in after you" the stallion groaned as he tried to buck up into her. But she had him too well bound, he could barely move an inch.

"Pity, could use another one of you stiffs for some even more fun positions" the silver spotted, white furred saber-toothed Jaguar sighed and shook her head wistfully. "Guess you'll be putting in double duty, soldier. You don't mind, do you?" She asked rhetorically with a mocking smirk.

Aimee, or Hellen Kellher as he'd recently found out, was one of, if not the best sniper currently employed by the armed forces in any branch. She was also the government's best kept secret, less than a dozen higher ups even knew of her existence, even less acknowledged it. If they needed a high priority target taken out, they sent her in. Her official callsign was "Ghost" in the records, but as those were redacted, everyone just called her by her old nickname from when she first signed up to serve, Aimee. Over the next few hours, the young Captain Corben learned a few things about his wayward officer. First was that Aimee being just a nickname, something the jar heads had given her on the shooting range when she outclassed even their instructors with ease. Secondly, she was not only good with a rifle, she was exceptionally good at hand-to-hand combat. Third, the damn bitch could hide in plain sight and you would never even know she was there, as Captain Corben had found out. Even with a thermal camera confirming her heat signature inside the small room, the place had looked empty when he'd entered. It was as if Aimee had materialized out of thin air behind him and knocked his lights out.

Even though she was at most half his size, the small pale feline had easily overpowered the much larger stallion and bound him to the metal frame of her cot where he'd found her sleeping. Aimee was prone to PTSD attacks, as such she didn't trust herself around her family or friends anymore, not with her skillset. She could dismantle seasoned and expertly trained soldiers in seconds, an unarmed civilian stood no chance against her if she got stuck in one of her flashbacks. So, she chose to hide out in abandoned or condemned buildings until she was needed again. At most, her friends and family received Christmas themed postcards throughout the year, figuring the snow would remind them of her pale coloring and let them know she was still alive. This did make it rather difficult to contact her for missions however, usually entailing a near nationwide manhunt and using every form of surveillance at their disposal. Even then, those who had encountered Aimee had a strong suspicion they only ever actually found her because she wanted them to, once she'd had her fun of course.

"Tell you what, I'll come quietly...well, quieter, if you fuck me good and proper all weekend. You know, just to tide me over, until I get back" Aimee grinned and leaned down to press a little kiss to the horse's lips.

"I have a wife and kids..." the captain replied almost pleadingly, as if he wasn't already balls deep in deadly feline pussy.

"So? Not like you or anyone involved in this op can tell anyone else about me anyway, not unless you're up for a little vacation to Guantanamo, complimentary cold showers included" the soldier reminded him with a devious grin. She had him there, she could do what she wanted with him all weekend and he legally wouldn't be able to tell his wife, hell, he wouldn't even be able to tell his immediate superiors as they didn't have the correct level clearance either. Technically even he shouldn't know about her or even be here, he was just helping out a good friend and settling an owed debt. But, helping out a friend usually does result in getting kicked in the ass, as he'd found after discovering as to why his friend did not want to go on this assignment.

"Fine...not like I really have a choice in the matter anyhow" Captain Corben replied in defeat. It wasn't even like he could try to escape; she'd just hunt him down and drag him back here anyway. Though if she did that, she'd probably be less gentle than the first time and his head was still throbbing from whatever she'd knocked him out with. He supposed it was at least not the worst way to spend a weekend as someone's captive, at least he'd still have his hide; until his wife found out one day when Aimee's file would eventually be declassified. With any luck, he'd be pushing up daisies long before that ever occurred, God willing.

"Good little soldier boy, now I'm going to remove your handcuffs and this belt around your waist, but that's it. You keep this here binding about those nice big fat nuts of yours, y'hear?" Aimee growled low as she shuddered through another climax while reaching up above his head to unlock his handcuffs. "Fuck me, that big pecker of yours is sure hitting the spot. I'll tell you what, your missus is a lucky bitch...nnf...getting to ride this hog whenever she wants."

Captain Corben couldn't help but grin a little at the compliment, the nation's deadliest assassin had just complimented his junk! Though even with his hands now freed, the captain was still afraid to even touch her, but goddamn did her tits look fucking fantastic in that tight top she was wearing. He could see her little nipples perked and erect beneath the thin white material which almost matched her fur, giving the appearance of being nude almost.

"Go one, touch 'em. They're not going to bite, but I might...if you keep pussyfooting around. I'm a soldier, I'm made of...whoafuck!" Aimee yelped as the captain snorted and rolled his eyes at her diatribe. His hands gripped under her arms as he suddenly rolled them over before getting up onto his knees with her thighs around his waist. He'd managed to switch positions with her, without dislodging himself from her.

"For the world's most silent assassin, you talk too Goddamn much..." the stallion snorted as he folded Aimee over before starting to roughly buck down into her, making her rest most of her weight on her shoulders. Unlike his wife whom he had to be gentle with, this bitch was tough as nails, she had scars all over from various wounds, she was used to pain. Sure enough, as his bound balls began tapping against her behind every time he bottomed out in her, the fucking bitches' eyes began to roll into the back of her skull. Her hands gripped at the bedframe, even through her white fur, her knuckles seemed to reach a new whiter shade of white somehow.

"Nnguh...fu...fuck...yes!" she cried out as the captain fucked her ten was form Sunday. He wanted to cum so badly, no, he needed to cum. It felt like his balls were churning white hot lava with no way to escape, the pressure kept building with no sign of release. Soon his hips were rutting the smaller feline with a combination of near animalistic rage and desire to breed. Then Aimee began to seize and jerk, her entire body going rigid as she experienced the most harsh and intense climax she'd ever felt. But still the stallion rut and buck down almost savagely into her; only when she went limp and silent with her eyes rolled back did he manage to gather his wits about him.

"Oh shit...I killed her..." Captain Corben snorted with a note of panic, though his cock still twitched and throbbed hard inside the slender feline's cunt. When he leaned down and pressed his ear to her chest, he heard the rapid thumping of her heart and felt her weak breath against his hair. No, she was still alive, it just seemed like he'd hit her factory reset button deep up inside her and the bitch was still busy rebooting. As he lay with his cheek pressed to her tits, his eyes fell on the glinting silver of the handcuffs and an idea began to form. As much as he didn't want to, the horse withdrew his length from the still clenching kitty cunt with a lewd wet slurp sound. Fuck she was tight little thing, if she wasn't such an efficient killer, she'd definitely make a killing being a professional fucktoy for some rich prick somewhere.

With a gentle rolling over, Captain Corben rolled Aimee onto her belly while guiding her hands up above her head and her wrists into the waiting cuffs. With a series of soft clicks, he snapped the cuffs shut tight around her wrists, just as she began to resurface from her brief power down.

"What...the fuck?" Aime asked with a growly sort of groan as she tugged against her new shackles. "Big mistake, soldier..." she growled even louder, but her words cut off rather quickly when she felt the horse's thick slick length slap down against her firm toned backside. "What do you think you're doing back there, captain?" she turned a little to glare back at the horse.

"I'm advancing on my enemy's exposed and vulnerable rear position, of course" he replied while grinding himself between her cheeks a little, before pressing down on his tip to nudge his flare against her exposed and vulnerable little pale pink opening. He knew this was going to be a tight fit, that little asshole of hers vanished beneath the rim of his cocktip it was so tiny.

"You wouldn't dare...you don't have the balls" Aimee snarled threateningly again, there was no way this pencil pusher, even if he was the definition of hung like a horse, would be man enough to do what he was threatening to do. Even that fat prick in Iraq she'd been sent to handle hadn't been brave enough to try that with her and he'd had an entire platoon around to protect him. Of course she had slaughtered the lot of them for even suggesting doing such things to her; she had left quite a mess which had to be covered up and a suitable cover story crafted which gave the glory to those pesky SEAL boys after they'd captured one of his stand-ins and pretended like he was the real target all along.

"Of course I do, you should know, you tied them off" Captain Corben snorted back with a pleasured groan as he began to push firmly, forcing the slender feline's backdoor to relent and permit him entry. Goddamn she was tight, but despite her rough exterior, she felt fucking amazing, like the finest silk around him as he claimed her behind. With every thick mottled pink and black inch pushing up her shitter, Aimee's tail began to lash and flick with ever growing fervor. Eventually the stallion simply grabbed it and pinned it up against the small of her back, letting him watch as the little opening turned from pale pink to near white with how much he was stretching her open in order to take him.

Aimee was worryingly quiet, for a moment the younger horse worried he might've royally fucked up and immediately paused his forward momentum. After a moment of no motion at all, the white furred saber-toothed Jaguar raised her hips a little and pressed back encouragingly against him. "Don't stop now, you were doing so good...even if it's not where it's meant to go" she eventually huffed with a low groan. Her clit was throbbing and demanded to be touched, but she couldn't do that right now, nor would she ask for him to do it either. She supposed this was just Karma kicking her in the butt, or fucking her in it to be more exact, for tying off the horse's balls. They both wanted to cum so badly, but with the current situation, neither of them would be able to, at least not very easily. Now would either of them ask the other for permission to, they were both too stubborn and proud for that. Fucking pride...

Captain Corben watched as the toned muscles along her back, beneath her silver bullseye spotted white fur, worked and flexed every time she strained beneath him. He could feel the faint twitches and squirming as he reamed out one of the world's most deadly assassins, and damn did she ever put the "ass" in assassin. She was damned near gripping and clenching down on him so hard that he'd be halted briefly in his motions every so often, like someone had wrapped an almost too tight compression sock around his cock. Aimee also felt nearly scalding hot around him, even more so than her snug little cunt had.

"Take the binding off...simple pull knot to undo it..." Aimee eventually huffed and groaned softly after the horse had fucked her ass for a good solid fifteen minutes. It seemed he had found something he could outlast her in, yet another reason to feel smug he thought. Without withdrawing himself from under her pinned tail, the horse reached awkwardly between his thighs and searched for the knot. Sure enough, he found one end of the knot and gave it a little tug, more than half expecting it to simply tighten tight enough to shear his balls off. Thankfully that wasn't the case, instead a sudden ache burst through his groin as blood began to rush back, bringing with it much needed oxygen and feeling to his orbs.

Within the next half dozen strokes, the captain could feel that same churning growing like a hurricane inside his heavy sack as it tapped against Aimee's bared and rather soaked pussy, after she'd raised her hips from the bed a little for him to get a better angle. With nothing stopping him now, Captain Corben began to hammer her tail hole as hard as if he were up her cunt again.

"What...noooo" He thought he heard Aimee growl into her pillow, at first, he was confused, but then he felt her. The damned bitch had cum again, this time just from having her guts rearranged! The stallion hunched over the smaller feline, one hand gripping roughly at her hip as the other began tugging back on her tail, forcing her back down onto his cock after nearly bouncing her off it from the force of his strokes. This time it was his turn to almost black out when his climax hit, the sudden rush of his seed from his no longer bound balls felt like his very soul was trying to escape. Even with his girthy fuckstick still wedged up inside the deadly feline's ass, there was not enough room to contain the messy white load he was trying to deposit and soon the excess began to spill free with lewd wet noises every time he bucked against her ass.

When Captain Corben finally awoke again after apparently having actually passed out, he found himself lying on the bed with his hands cuffed above his head again. "Oh goddammit...not again" he sighed and looked around the seemingly empty room.

"Bad pony, no one said you could fuck me up the ass!" Aimee growled low as she materialized from her unseen spot in the corner, stepping out of the shadows and into the light. She was still wearing nothing but her white top and nothing else, letting the captain see the little rivulets of his cum running down her inner thighs. "I know it's usually my job to clean up you Government assholes messes, but not this time. You made this mess, now you get to clean it up..." the slender white furred saber-toothed Jaguar ordered as she climbed up on the bed to kneel over his muzzle and facing his feet. With her rump in his face, Aimee leaned forward and grasped the captains slowly rising member to begin stroking at it teasingly, noting he hadn't started yet "Well, Captain? Orders are orders, now clean!"

Captain Corben sighed as he felt his own mess dripping from Hellen's well fucked asshole onto the tip of his nose, which soon wrinkled as he did as ordered. Technically she was higher ranked than him, but only through years served. On paper he was higher ranked, but that meant shit when it came to who actually ran the show. Reluctantly Captain Corben began to lick the feline clean while she got him ready for another round of marathon fucking, already he could feel the same tightness about the base of his balls as she tied them off once again; the fucking bitch was just asking for another reaming...

"Just so you know, I've been fucked harder by my own government than what you just did, pretty boy. Only reason I'm going to let you do it again later..." Aimee huffed and shuddered at the sensation of the horse's tongue under her tail, swirling around and even pressing into her still aching pucker. But she loved the pain, pain was good, it let her know she was still alive.

Captain Corben smirked to himself at that, she actually wanted him to ream her again. Just as well he couldn't brag to anyone about that fact, just because no one would even believe him if he did.