Sensational Agent Marshall was given the go ahead to make the arrest. It was a elementary procedure. She had been an employee at the Sandle Corporation for 6 months while the investigation on it's owner proceeded. All she had to do was wait. And now, it was after hours, he had no security, no other employees around. She approached him with some papers to sign, then pulled out her gun.
But, he had a lump under his desk, and sent a obese into her sensitive tummy. Blood poured out of the wound as she mustered enough intensity to hoist up her 9mm. But, he fired Two more times--hitting her in the belly and abdomen. She fell forward, the exit wound evidently seen soddening her back. She still, managed to get up, her high-heeled boots unsteady in her own blood, and he shot her Two more times in the chest. She went down, struggled a bit, then was still--staring. Blood poured out of the wounds, drenching her tee-shirt and pooling around her.
He turned his back on her for a moment to call for a clean up. But, she still had life in her and slowly rose behind him. Perceiving it, he flip around, but not before she fired---or, at least tried to fire. Her gun was slammed. He sneered, and let off one shot, hitting her in the temple--some of her brains splatting on the wall behind her. She slid down the wall. Dead. Blood pumping out out of her head against the wall, then running down her back, mixed with pieces of brain, puddling on the floor.
She would not be getting back up. After he finished his phone call, he checked her out. She was jaw-dropping, even adorned in blood. He pulled her around, slipping easily in her blood. He got her up on his desk, over on her tummy, her bootie toward him. He was instantly rock-hard, and slipped his chisel in her steaming poon. He drilled her rock hard until bursting inside her. Then he left her---his office was trashed. The cleaning squad would have it back to normal in a jiffy.
At the morgue in the local health center, he gained entry using his connections to get a fake badge. It was after hours and no one would disturb him. He checked her License. He was affected that this young, wonderful agent tried to stand up against him.
He took his time giving her a last treatment. Highly first-ever, taking off all her clothing--looking at the damage he caused her. He then rolled her over, witnessing her exit wounds and the back of her head. He played a bit with her brains--in a diminutive baggie strapped to her palm. Then, he opened up her legs and fingerblasted her taut, cold vag.
He rolled her back over and embarked washing her. Using a bucket and rag, he slowly went over her whole figure, eyeing the soap and water mix on her skin as the blood was washed off.
Once she was washed, he wished her one last time. So, he pulled her to the verge of the table and ravaged her taut, cold slot until he came all over her stomach.
As he was leaving, he tried to close her eyes, but they stayed open, so he gave up. He left the pretty dead agent with her legs stringing up off the edge, prepped for the next stud who might want her.