K/V: Victim
Name: Theodora
Age: 20
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image. A gladiatrix, with 20 victories under her belt, one for every year of her short life.
Scene: The stadium, near the end of a large scale battle. Only two gladiatrixes remain, and Theodora won't be the victor this time.



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Carmen slowly twisted the piece of wire through the key hole, listening intently as her dexterous fingers poked and prodded the lock mechanism. There was a fine click, and the door swung open with a barely audible creak. She smiled to herself in satisfaction, and took one step into the room. The jewel was laid on a velvet pillow, trapped within a clear perspex case. Carmen reached into her purse of gadgets and fished around for the laser cutter, when the distinctly metallic sound of a pistol safety being disengaged reached her sensitive ears.

The buxom thief paused, and slowly withdrew her hand from the purse.

"Turn, please".

She obliged, turning and presenting herself to the man stepping out of the shadows of the sparsely lit room.

"Carmen Sandiego, I presume? You're just as beautiful as they say."

The gunman was tall, white, with a head of grey hair. Despite his age, Carmen sensed a dangerous aura emanating from him.

"Place the bag down, and raise your hands up."

"If you say so, monsieur," Carmen purred sensuously. She placed the purse on the ground, taking care to slowly straighten her back, showing off the impressive cleavage of her soft, perky breasts.

"Now, strip."

She paused at this, but he gestured at her with the gun. "Please don't make me rough you up." He said, his tone still warm and friendly.

Carmen cautiously pulled off the shoulder straps of her sheer, body hugging dress, letting them drop around her shapely legs. She was wearing lacy black panties and a bra which seemed barely adequate to hold her tits in place.

Her slender fingers hooked around the elastic of her panties and slid them down, revealing a carefully trimmed bush. After her panties were around her ankles, she undid her bra strap, and let gravity do the rest. Her chest heaved as she exhaled, the cool air causing goosebumps to break across her tan skin.

"Get onto your knees."

Carmen obeyed, her heart beating slightly faster. She knew what was coming.

The sound of the man's jeans being unzipped confirmed her suspicions.
He walked up to her, jammed the muzzle of the handgun against her forehead, and rubbed his erect cock against her cheek. Without pause, she opened her mouth and began to lick the stiff prick, looking up all the while, her mind racing to figure out how to escape.

He was tall, very well muscled, and seemed to have a very firm grip on the situation. No doubt there was a team of hired muscle waiting for her if she managed to neutralize him, and that was if she could. She closed her eyes, and took his cock deep into her mouth, sucking and running her tongue around, feeling its heat.

The man roughly gripped Carmen's glossy, wavy brunette hair and shoved her face against his pelvis as he grunted, blasting thick loads of cum down her throat. She swallowed, tears rolling down her cheeks as she breathed through her nose.

He pushed her away, his penis now flaccid. Carmen raised herself off the floor and looked up. The man zipped up his pants and performed a brass check on his pistol. "Sadly, fun time is over."

The man raised his gun.

"Wait, don't shoot!", Carmen pleaded.
Her heart pounded within her chest as she mustered her best doe eyed innocent look. There was a hint of hesitation in the man's eyes. Then, that hesitation disappeared.

He placed two bullets between Carmen's breasts. She fell back with a gasp. Before the pain could truly seep into her conscious, the third bullet zipped through her forehead, spraying blood across the concrete wall behind her. The voluptous jewel thief slumped back, her eyes wide open, her face frozen in a look of shock.

The man stared at her corpse, thoughts running through his head. He holstered his gun and knelt beside the body, running a finger across her plump lips and finely arched nose. Her skin was slick with sweat, and warm to the touch. Blood coursed from the side of her mouth, ran down her chin and neck, joining the rapidly growing pool surrounding her head. The man muttered a prayer, and closed her staring eyes.