You are bound and tied to a professorship. A single light above your head is almost motionless in the room. low temperature concrete rampart, not cleaned in years it looks like, are your just surrounding. A single window high above your head is letting in faint moon light as you are mentally preparing yourself for what is to come up. All of your training is led to this moment.
The speech sound of a threshold is heard behind you. The lock chamber being disengaged and the hinges creaking as a Tall man in a military uniform comes from behind you. Looking straightaway ahead, feigning courage and stupidity at the Lapplander time, the man sees compensate through it. He knows you are a spy for the Russians. Why else would you be here. As he looks down to you, you look past him, as if he was n't there to begin with.
He starts speaking to you, a formalities you guess. You have nothing to say to him, let alone being able to empathize most of his words. They are to fast for you to grasp, which makes it easier to play dumb for you. The man chuckles to himself and without warning, slaps you across your font and knocks you on your side, chairman tied to you making it inconceivable to get up of your unblock will. The man helps you up again and speaks tiresome to you this meter
'' Do you understand English ? '' you do n't get it all, but understand the words understand English and detect the questioning inflection in his voice. Still a piffling shaken up from his hit, you nod, hoping to not get another slap across your face. He just grin and mutters good. Another man enters, handing him a folder.
You do n't know what it contains but are sure it is about you. Your government taught you tricky American language style they will get you to talk. He flips through some pages, everything clipped to the one side of the leaflet. You catch a glimpse of your picture, but the hand authorship may have been Greek to you. He hands the folder back to the man as he leaves the room and locks the door behind him. He holds a impression of you with and another man in uniform.
You recognize the man in the photo a piffling bit. `` You were the live on one seen with this man before his destruction '' The man tries speaking slowly. You recall the man, slipping him a knockout drug and seducing the secrets out of him. A victory for mother Russia.
Without a word the man slaps you again knocking you back on the storey. expecting to be lifted back up as the man approaches you, his endure whole step is followed with a swift thrill to the breadbasket. You cough up some spit, not expecting that. He leaves you on the floor, bending down and talking to you there. This prison term he slips in Russian where he can, his emphasis is pitiful and his clutches of the language sounds self taught.
'' We have evidence you killed our factor. Do yourself a party favor and admit it so we do n't have to go through this. I do n't need to be a bad guy and hurt a pretty Sooka like you anymore than I have to '' He now lifts you up by your tomentum, feeling all of it will rip out at any second cashbox you are back on your animal foot, sitting up right.
Hearing an American like him calling you a gripe is enough to clear you be noncompliant even more. You spit on his uniform and in your near English recite to him `` I em gallant Rooshian citizen. Nute spy like you thunk '' He sighs and manner of walking behind you. You imagine he is going for the door, but the threshold never opens. A shiver slides down your spur as you fear the unsound is yet to arrive. Without a word of understanding you hear him taking a few more than measure toward you from behind.
The tensity building, intellection of all that you have been told will happen to you if you are caught. The rack, a firing team, maybe even being hung at the gallows. You take a deep breathe and recollect to yourself, at to the lowest degree I will be a martyr for my commonwealth and not dying in vein. A sharp asshole hits the spinal column of your neck. What happened ?
The man walks in front of you again seeming pleased with himself. `` You had your chance rooskie spy. We could have gone the easy route, now we have to do it the hard way '' You really do n't like the inflection he used when he said hard. Suddenly your trunk starts to get hot and seems on fire from the inside.
The man is now getting undressed in front of you. His body is telling as you ca n't aid point out him. Why are you notice and admiring his physical structure ? Your a proud soviet spy, not sex madden American language you hear about. He approaches you, his cock dangling in front line of you. He bends down, to await eye floor with you, and says once more `` final prospect to surrender '' Your kitty is starting to get moist and hot. How is it this enemy is looking so attractive right wing now ? His greenness eye staring into your browned middle.
He stands now, his cock eye floor with you. Your first cerebration is how much you want to swallow that man of man. Your pussy getting wetter by the moment and you are unable to hold in yourself anymore. You lunge forward, attempting to get his dick in your mouth, but to no avail. He steps back as you lunge forward, getting a slight perceptiveness on your tongue before falling flat on your cheek.
Now your plain of visual sense is really limited but the remembering of his rooster is all you can see. You do n't know where he is now, but hoping he will facilitate you up once more than. A minute passes before he walks behind you. Without a word, you feel cold steel against your skin. As it moves around, you realize the moist air in the way is touching your skin. IS HE CUTTING MY clothes OFF ! ?
The flavour of the dusty steel leaving little track along your tegument is turning you on now, wanting to give away yourself to him more. More brand, less vesture. You imagine your whole ass and snatch are exposed to him, thinking he cut more than he did. You wiggle about, acting like you are exposing yourself to him, inviting him in. In realism, it was a small slit on your pants, so you can go to the bathroom without going in your pants. He pulls you back up from behind, thinking that the blade was what you felt on your neck earlier.
He walks in front line of you again, your mind now foggy with sex and lustfulness. He lifts his groundwork, thrust on your stomach gently to turn your ass and kitty-cat out through the back of the chair and explaining you can go to the bathroom without fearfulness of going in your bloomers. As you start to open your mouth in a sarcastic thanks, he lifts your chief to look up to him. Your mouth caught open a minuscule bit, and then filled with his rooster. He pushes himself back and forth inside of you, enjoying himself. Your not sure if you should be well-chosen or mad at man, giving you what you secretly wanted.
He thrusts a few more times, almost making you gag, then pulling out of your mouth. `` Do you require to verbalise yet ? '' Your not for certain what sort of torture this is, but your head is swimming. You hold onto a footling bit of your good sense yet as you cough and shake your head. Quickly your throat is filled back with penis to where it was before. You cough strong gagging now as he keeps pushing into you. Your not able-bodied to get very much air and almost wedge on him and your saliva.
'' One hold out chance before it gets surd. Are you quick to tell us your enigma ? '' He pushes once Sir Thomas More, this sentence forcing split out as you cough and almost vomit on his dick. He pulls out looking into your oculus again. You are just lost in his eyes, not able to resolve, giving in to the lust you feel. ineffectual to serve even if you wanted to now.
He moves behind you once more. He lifts the chairman forward, landing you back on your typeface again. You feel like your nose is almost give, at the to the lowest degree out of alignment. The pain in the neck is turning you on, not ever being handled like this before in your life. Such world power, and control, even over the most indominable spy. As the botheration subsides you realize your ass and pussy are exposed once more, and his for the taking.
Wait, why are you thinking of how you want him to take you ? You scream out `` NEEEEEEEE '' and pass into the joy of him sinking his putz into your dowse pussy. It sounds so wet and inviting even to you. A thought pops into your head. did he inject me with something earlier into my neck ? The mentation is quickly replaced with lecherousness and suffering as he is mounting you like his kick. His cock is pushing deep into you and you now scream out `` DDAAAAAA '' loving the feeling and lost in the sex. After a few hefty stroking, your nose tactile property busted and broken for sure now.
'' I weel talk, I 'll tell you my secrets '' you scream out as you cum on his rooster. It was just to intense for you to do by. He pulls out of you, waits for you to verbalize. You are waiting for him to lift you off the floor again before speaking. He kneels down and looks to you, all your able to see is his feet. `` mouth Sooka ''
You guess you wont be lifted off your face yet. Feeling clever you give him a personal secret. `` I am on skin '' You feel smug, hoping that 's what he would be satisfied with. He lifts you up back on the fundament of the chair. He stands express joy, and then you start laughing too, thinking that he found the jape funny too. `` You 're on the pill ? That 's your secret ? '' he is still laughing to himself and grinning to you. He walks penny-pinching and kicks you in the stomach with the lead of his toes
'' You wo n't give to worry about that with me here. I 'll kill the Soviet babe that would uprise in you each day if I have to, till I get your secrets ''
Wow, that 's pretty intense. As you look up to him, you feel blood and snot dripping out of your olfactory organ. Yeah, it feels pretty broken. His tool still there, as cancel as could be. He looks angry now and asks statement to you as if you were one of his soldiers `` SECRETS. NOW ! ``
You sigh and give into him. You start to speak Russian, knowing he does n't get much of it. Part way through you stop and look at him. You get an idea and hoping it will crop `` Comrad, make a deel ? ``
He raises a brow to you in rarity. `` You geeve to me dick more, I talk more side '' Figuring this is a win win berth for you both, you find you can not get enough of his cock. As he pounds you from behind, through out the night, you moan and scream out random secrets in region and bit as he fills your random holes. Hoping he ca n't get them all or put them together, your mind is slowly divulging back to luxuria, forgetting some of your secret yourself, only able-bodied to establish him art object.
Finally your intellect starts to come to as daybreak is approaching. You feel tired and enfeeble and completed. When he is satisfy with what you have told him, he pulls out of you and throws the binding of the chair on the flooring, all you can see is the ceiling at first glance. You look over to him as he is walking over to a tape recorder. fuck, maybe he did get it all and could pick it together. It was worth it though.
After he dresses himself up and back to his formula demeanour, he walks over to you. Your eyes glazed over with lust and possibly have a go at it. Whatever happens now, there is no regrets. You close your eyes expecting the worst. A sudden heavy insistence is on your tummy. You cough up line and cocksucker on the floor as you realize his US Army pace charge have been stomped onto your midget stomach. He leaves the room for a clip.
As meter passes you start to pledge your allegience to the American English government thanks to your new husband, the very superior general that raped and abused you. There is no life for you back in Russia, so why not at least let your time to come child experience his Father