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Infiltration (5)


Yulia’s Apartment, The Aspen Block, 4th Street NW, Washington, DC


Yulia had been working at AI Tech for two weeks and no more communications from the Centre had been received. In fact, other than the occasional grope and inappropriate touch, she had not been asked to perform any other personal service since that night at the Crucible Club, and had actually become involved a little of the AI Tech business. It was then that she received the message.

Through her existing SIM and a new burner phone, the cryptic, multi-layered message connected Yulia to the voice …

“We know that this evening there is a celebration for the signing of the Government contract. We understand the party will be at the AI Tech offices?”

How did ‘they’ get to understand that? How did they know?

“Yes,” Yulia confirmed, “… and the entire company is invited.”

“Good. At 7:30 tonight you must find a way to go to Snodgrass’s office. You will meet your contact there and let him in …”

The SVR Agent had keys to Aaron Snodgrass’s office, whilst her desk sat in the anteroom office adjacent to his that remained un locked.

“Okay,” Yulia replied.

“Good. You will remain on guard ready to distract should there be any interruption as our Agent hacks Snodgrass’s computer and takes the information we require. Is that clear.”

“It is,” Yulia responded to the faceless voice.

And that was that.


AI Tech HQ, Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, DC


“If I see someone coming, I’ll start talking to them, and you’ll hear me and will have more time to get out.” Those had been the words that Yulia had said to the man known only as Agent K before she let him into Aaron Snodgrass’s office.

But Agent K was taking too much time in Snodgrass’s office, time that they didn’t have.

Yulia began to nervously tap her foot on the carpeted floor, silently praying for her colleague to hurry up.

“He knows how to do this, right?” She whispered to herself, “… he should have been out already. What the hell is he doing in there for so long?”

She looked at the anteroom door behind her back and then into the hallway again, before freezing in horror!

Snodgrass had just turned the corner and was heading straight in the direction of his office. Her heart sank. “Mister Snodgrass!” Yulia called out loudly, loud enough for Agent K to hear her voice and at least try to hide what he was doing and get the hell out of there as fast as possible.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Sir,” Yulia purred.

“You have?” He stopped in front of her with an inquisitive look on his face. “What can I do for you, Miss Jelic?”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you since I started work here, but … never had a chance.” She was feverishly thinking of what she could possibly ask him to prevent him from going into the office, and nothing was coming into her mind.

“It’s a … personal request.” He was looking her straight in the eye, which made Yulia even more nervous. Snodgrass remained silent for some time as if appraising her behaviour, and then finally said, “Why don’t we talk about it in my office?”

She almost broke into a cold sweat. Not in the office! No!

Yulia stood motionless for longer than she should have, and she saw how her boss started to turn his head towards the door of the anteroom, which the Agent knew wasn’t locked. As soon as he sees it, they are both caught red handed.

Her hands reacted faster than her brain as she caught his face and turned him to face her, pressing her lips hard against his. She couldn’t let him turn away. She had to kiss him in the most authentic way that she could, to throw her body into his arms and to make him forget what he came here for in the first place; their success depended on that.

She grabbed his neck with both hands, clinging to him as closely as she could, covering his face with kisses, whispering that she couldn’t lie to herself anymore and that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop thinking about the things he made her do and how much they turned her on …

Then he was kissing her back, open mouthed on her neck and shoulders, leaving wet traces on her smooth skin. Yulia moved even closer to him, until there was not an inch left between their bodies, wrapped one hand around his shoulders and ran her fingers through his hair. With her other hand, she was unbuttoning his shirt. Despite her revulsion and hatred of this man she had thrown herself upon his whim and desire …

This time she had to willingly give him everything he wanted, so she put his hands on her shoulders and with her fingers on top of his pulled the straps of her dress down until the material fell to her waist, leaving her breasts covered only by a thin layer of flowery patterned lace.

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Snodgrass soon realised that she was being compliant and obedient, and that he could do anything he wanted to her, and it awoke his primal instinct. Reaching around her body he unclasped her bra and that too fell away.

He grabbed Yulia by the hips and lifted her into the air, until their faces were at the same level, then kissed her again while she was holding onto his shoulders. Moving easily the large man kicked the door to the anteroom open and then closed the door in the same manner before pressing Yulia up against it.

The Agent forced a groan when he pulled up the skirt of her dress and wrapped her legs around his waist; she was almost fully naked and hardly breathing. Yulia was squeezed between the wooden door and his broad chest, which felt even harder than the door, with his tongue so deeply entrenched inside her mouth and his insatiable hands everywhere.

She dug her fingers into his body in a last desperate attempt to push him off, but he only pressed harder into her instead. She sensed him undoing his pants with one hand and Yulia closed her eyes trying to imagine that this was not happening to her, but to somebody else, and very far away.


To Be Continued …
 
How did ‘they’ get to understand that? How did they know?
Because Fossy told them? :rolleyes:

“He knows how to do this, right?” She whispered to herself, “… he should have been out already. What the hell is he doing in there for so long?”

Was he wearing a yellow hat? Did he smell of Seagrams? :rolleyes:

Well, she came through, didn’t she? Quick thinking and good use of all assets!


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Infiltration (6)


AI Tech HQ, Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, DC



Yulia clenched her teeth when he started to fuck her. He wasn’t making any type of love to her, not even having gentle sex with her, no, he was fucking her ruthlessly, hard against the door and fast and very deep!

She finally couldn’t take it anymore. “Please Mister Snodgrass, Aaron … you’re hurting me!”

She called him by his name and he stopped moving immediately and looked into her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into her mouth before kissing his PA again, this time more gently. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” He lowered her down to the floor and began softly caressing her tense, flat stomach with his fingertips, relaxing every one of her muscles little by little. Lowering his head Snodgrass moved his tongue and lips along her neck down to her exposed breasts until Yulia closed my eyes and stopped resisting him.

He was moving very slowly now, letting her get used to his size.

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“Don’t be afraid of me, Yulia,” he purred into her ear before nibbling at the end of it. “… I want you to feel good. Just tell me what you want me to do.”

“Kiss me,” she asked him not even knowing why.

He did, just the way she wanted him to, and Yulia felt her heart start beating faster.

“Why don’t you take charge Yulia, I will do whatever you want me to.” He smiled at her again and pulled her up until they were both were sitting on the carpet, with the beautiful Agent straddling her boss.

No, she thought, I don’t want to be in charge. Before he said that Yulia could at least pacify myself with the thought that he was doing something to her, and she was just a helpless victim being submissively obedient for a reason. But now he turned her into the initiator, and it was so embarrassing, so shameful …

But she could not afford to let this slip and Yulia began kissing him, slowly moving her hips up and down on his big hard cock. No, it wasn’t shameful, it was shameless, sinful, exciting and very, very arousing. I pulled his shirt open and slipped it off his shoulders, scratching her lips on his unshaven neck and cheek. He had several scars on his neck, and she kissed every single one and the ones on his face. And then, Yulia didn’t even know why, she just wanted to do it … she traced the tip of her tongue along the wider one on his left cheek.

She might as well have sent an electric shock through his body to get the same effect. He inhaled sharply and dug his fingers into her back.

“Yulia, what are you doing to me? I knew you wanted me, I could tell, but I never dreamed …” He breathed out, looking to find her lips again. She was kissing him the way passionately, liking the feeling herself … it wasn’t supposed to be like this!

She was terrified of how this felt, and failed to sense that she was now writhing faster upon his erection, letting him go all the way inside, harder, stronger, deeper driving both of them over the edge until he pushed her down to the floor and attacked her again with all the force he had.

Yulia was screaming but this time it was with pleasure, leaving scratches on his skin, arching her back and gasping for air, saying his name over and over again.


Yulia’s Apartment, The Aspen Block, 4th Street NW, Washington, DC


“Good work Agent Novikova, we have the documents, Agent K and yourself are to be highly commended.”

“Thank you, Comrade Colonel …”

Yulia had resigned her job just a few days later, with Snodgrass remaining none the wiser that his computer had been hacked. She cited her inability to work so closely with someone for whom she had such confusing feelings. But in reality, there was no confusion, despite the crazy sex they had outside his office, she hated Snodgrass with all her heart for the things he made her do that night at the Crucible Club.

“In a few days Agent Novikova you will receive tickets for a flight to Bali. You will stay there for a week and relax. We will be in touch.”


FIN


Thank you all for staying with our beautiful Secret Agent throughout this week. I know we all like our "female in peril" stories on CF but I make no apologies for the fact that this week Ekaterina/Yulia encountered no real peril at all ... we had to let he see at least one assignment through successfully, right?

Tomorrow there will be a special one-off post where we see Ekaterina enjoy a well earned break in Bali - and watch out for a 'guest appearance' by one of @Praefectus Praetorio characters from his much loved Singapore Saga. Join us then ...
 
Yulia had resigned her job just a few days later, with Snodgrass remaining none the wiser that his computer had been hacked.

His computer may have been hacked, but he also had been royally fucked. He’ll never know the two events happened together.

Breathtaking, Fossy!
 
Postcards from Bali …


(Told from the PoV of Ekaterina herself)


Private Beach, Amandari Resort, Bali, Indonesia



Bali had been wonderful. A whole week of sun, sea and sand … not to mention wine and great food.

Vacation romances were not for me unfortunately, there was too much for me to lose, too many opportunities to let something slip. Being an SVR Agent was a lonely occupation, but that did not stop me from having a brilliant time.

However, on the last but one day something happened, or should I say ‘someone’.

I wouldn’t say that I was prone to girl-crushes, but it paid to be a just a little open to bi-sexuality in my line of work! And so, having seen the girl with the frizzy red hair the day before down by the pool, and spent that time making, and then avoiding, eye contact, I couldn’t help but notice when, today, she made her way towards me.

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I had my sunglasses on allowing me to admire her tight, tanned body until she stopped about 10 metres from me and proceeded to lay out her towel. My God, her ass looked so delicious as she bent over to fix her place in the sand. I just kept staring, and no matter how I tried to fight it, I was simply filled with desire. She looked over towards me and gave me a great big smile. I smiled back and we both mouthed "Hi" to one another at nearly the same time.

That was all it took! The girl grabbed her towel and came over to me, setting it down next to mine.

“Hey good to meet you, …” She paused as if it was my turn to speak, but I didn’t, so she continued.

“Trixie, that’s me …” Her introduction left the space for me to reciprocate.

“Kat, very pleased to meet you too.” Trixie held out her hand and I shook just before we burst out laughing.

We started talking and, as we lay there joking and making comments about all the other girls (and some of the guys) around us, how pretty they were, whose hair was nice, who had the nicest ass, Trixie suddenly rolled towards me and gave me a quick little kiss, clearly testing the water. I flushed with surprise and pleasure at the touch of her lips and I longed to pull her more closely to me, but somehow, conscious still of getting close to someone/anyone, I managed to resist.

As we laid back taking the warm rays onto our bodies, Trixie told me how she had just had an awful time in Singapore and then, when attempting to leave, with the security people in Turkey. They had detained her so that she could be searched in a very intrusive manner, and then been told, in no uncertain terms, that she was unable to return to the USA ‘at the present time’, given the nature of her work.

I was intrigued, but when Trixie explained that she had finally been allowed to travel into Bali and wait for further instructions regarding the ongoing situation in Singapore, I closed down the conversation before she asked too many questions about me. It was clear that the gorgeous, curly red head was involved in some kind of political situation and it was best that I kept away from it.

We stayed for another hour or so, moving more closely toward one other, gently touching our fingers to the others arms. The sexual tension began to grow, and when we took turns applying a top up of sun lotion to each other's back and legs, it got to be too much, I could resist the growing urge no longer.

“Trixie?" I asked, my voice reflecting the uncertainty I felt.

She turned to face me with a smile.

"Would you like to come to my suite for a drink ... and maybe a shower?”

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“You have a suite?” Trixie sounded impressed.

So that became the plan, and I let Trixie lead the way so that I could watch her walk and wiggle her cute ass. She caught me looking at it a couple of times, but just smiled coyly. She seemed sweet, but this girl obviously knew what she was doing.


Valley Suite, Amandari Resort, Bali, Indonesia


When we reached the Valley Suite, I unlocked the door and then stood aside to let Trixie in. As soon as we were inside, she grabbed me and pushed me against the wall, her mouth attacking mine with a passion that was so hot that I just melted into her.

Within seconds she had me naked and pinned against the door with her fingers inside my pussy, kissing me and minutes later she brought me to my first of the several orgasms she would take from me.

As soon as my ecstasy subsided a little, Trixie pulled me over to a nearby couch and wasted no time spreading my thighs. Taking the lead and dropping to her knees, this girl whom I thought was sweet and innocent, started tongue-fucking me, darting into my wet pussy, and then sucking upon my swollen clit with a knowing expertise.

Arching into her, I came again in a gigantic wave that made my whole body shake.

“You owe me two already Kat,” she giggled, as she knelt back on her haunches.

I lay on the wooden floor breathing heavily, my breasts rising with each breath, my heart beating quickly.

Now it was my turn to serve.

“Stand up Trixie,” I smiled, and then I had her slowly remove her bikini for me. She has the most perfect breasts. Not big but perfectly formed with soft nipples that soon hardened once they were exposed.

Pulling her swim suit bottoms down, I knelt before her and reached for her hips. Pulling her towards me the heady fragrance of her pussy infuse my senses, its moisture soaking first of all my fingers and then my face.

“Oh yes, Kat … ohhhh fuck yes,” I began licking her along the dripping slit and nibbling on her clit. Trixie put her hands to my head and pulled me tightly into her, moaning and moving with each lap of my tongue, and in a matter of minutes she erupted in her own explosive orgasm. With apparent desperation she gripped my hair and pushed my face into her pussy so hard that I thought I might not be able to breath, but I kept my assault on her sweet body going until we collapsed in a heap of satiated exhaustion on the couch.

We kissed, oh how we kissed, and then we pushed our groins together like bitches in heat, which I guess we were!

That night, having dined together, Trixie and I slept in my bed … although it was the early hours before much sleeping was done.

It was the buzz of the hotel telephone that woke me. I stretched out my arm to pick it up.

“Yes,” I said sleepily. I felt utterly relaxed.

“I’m sorry to bother you, Madam,” the clerk said. “But there is a gentleman here to see you.”

I looked at my watch. Seven a.m. – still very early.

“A gentleman? Has he a name?” I asked, feeling sleepily confused.

‘Excuse me, Sir. The lady wishes to know your name.”

“Look, give me that,” said an unmistakable voice.

“Oh, shit!” I whispered, without thinking.

“I’m coming to you, Now”

“Yes, Comrade Colonel, of course.” Fuck it! It was Tretykov, here at my hotel in Bali … unbelievable.

I hung up. Trixie was also now sitting up, a splendidly tousled sight.

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“What’s happening?”

“That was my boss, he needs to see me …”

“What, now, this very minute?”

“Yes, right now. Listen, he mustn’t find you here. He’d throw a fit. You must leave. Quickly.” Tretykov wouldn’t like me being this close with anyone and so Trixie had to leave.

“Leave Kat? But I’ve nothing on. I’ll hide in the cupboard, until he goes.”

I laughed, “You could be in there a long time.”

I got out of bed and started gathering up our clothes.

Trixie also got out of bed, and stood there, uncertainly. I stuffed her clothes and shoes into her arms and said, “Now quickly, just put on your dress and go.”

With a smile, I pushed Trixie out of the door.

I closed the Suite door and surveyed the room. My own clothes were still scattered about but there was nothing unusual in that. I took the door off the latch, and had managed to pull my white beach top over me just as there was a knock.

“It’s open.” I called, sitting on a chair, hoping that my provocative look would dilute whatever serious reason it was that the Comrade Colonel was here.

Tretykov entered the room, closed the door, and stared at me, scrutinising me closely.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on? I have just run into an almost naked woman in the corridor.” He said, his expression dead pan.

“That must have been exciting for you.” I quipped nervously hoping to lighten the conversation ...

“She had come from this room. What the hell was happening in here?”

“I was working, Comrade Colonel.”

“In your bed Agent Novikova?” He said looking at the crumpled sheets.

“I have done some of my best work in bed … Sir.”

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The Colonel laughed, much to my relief, and then sat on my bed.

“Go get showered and dressed Agent, I need to brief you on your next assignment. I will see you in the lobby.”

And so, that was it. Vacation over. The delightful Trixie became just a happy memory, and over an early morning cup of strong coffee I discovered that I was being redeployed to Santiago in the Republic of Chile.

FIN

Next week our heroine arrives in Santiago, in the Republic of Chile. She is there to discover what she can about an ‘Activist’ Group called ‘A Suffusion of Yellow’, a Group dedicated to restoring the dictatorship that was prevailing under Pinochet. They are already notorious for employing many of the infamous General’s methods of interrogation and torture, so Ekaterina is going to have to be very careful indeed …

An example of life at the Villa Grimaldi – Pinochet’s torture HQ ...
The widespread use of sexual violence against detainees, blindfolded at all times, prompted its macabre name of Venda Sexy (Sexy Blindfold), allegedly coined by perpetrators. Women were particularly targeted for sexual abuse suffering rape, forced pregnancies, abortions and sexual slur. A German Shepherd dog called Volodia was trained to rape inmates, and female and male prisoners were subjected to beatings, hangings, electric shocks, Russian roulette, asphyxia and deprivation of sleep, among many other torture methods. Prisoners called the secret detention centre La Discothèque due to Pinochet’s agents blasting out loud music at all times.

 
A nice interlude, Fossy, although it was a bit sneaky introducing Trixie, never thought it would be her, as the last we heard, she was deep in the excreta divine in Istanbul, with little or no future prospects.
And if PrPr picks her storyline back up again, then she may well find herself back there again ... :)
 
The Colonel laughed, much to my relief, and then sat on my bed.
Good to know the Colonel has a sense of humor!

Extremely well written and believable account of mutual seduction. And nice to see that Trixie appears to have landed on her feet after Singapore.

Enjoyed this episode very much,
 
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A Suffusion of Yellow (1)


Diseñada como Villa Grimaldi somewhere in Santiago, Republic of Chile



“My name is Yulia Jelic, and I am a dancer.”

“Liar.” The voice cut through Yulia’s protestations with the violence of a whip lash. “Tell me the truth! Tell me why you are here in Santiago!”

Yulia licked her parched lips and swallowed before answering, hoping the small delay would give her time to keep her voice even.

“I’ve already told you this” – she craned her head in the direction she believed the voice was coming from – “I am Yulia Jelic …”

She heard footsteps and sensed the man come closer. When he spoke, his mouth was close to her ear. The sensation of his breath on her neck made her hair stand on end and her skin crawl.

“You are a liar,” he said, his voice lower and harsher. “We’ve been watching you Miss Jelic. You are working for those Russian bastards. You are a member of the SVR. Admit the truth.”

A hand slammed onto the table Yulia was seated at. She jumped in alarm, but her wrists were securely cuffed behind her and the chair was pushed close, giving her little room to manoeuvre.

“You will admit it … sooner or later …” Another thump on the table. From the change in tone, it sounded like a fist now rather than an open-palmed slap. Yulia wondered how soon it would be before the next thing to be on the receiving end of that hand would be Yulia herself. She’d already been slapped harshly when she had fought against the two men who had dragged her from her bed.

They’d cuffed her and put a heavy cloth bag put over her head then carried her kicking and screaming from the building. She had been thrown into the back of a car and driven for what felt like miles to wherever, and then dragged into the room she was in now. whereupon the bag had been removed and Yulia had been ordered to stand under blindingly fierce lighting while she was bellowed at repeatedly.

After an hour or more, her legs threatened to give way. When she had then been shoved forcefully onto the wooden chair, despite being blindfold, it had almost come as a relief.

“What you say is not true,” she said as firmly as she could manage.

Silence.

Yulia tensed, holding her breath. The next voice to speak was unfamiliar. Also male, but higher than the first and with a much more pronounced Spanish accent to his English. Yulia imagined him to be younger than his colleague.

“Your whole plan has been discovered. Even now your associates are admitting the truth under interrogation. Tell the truth and your life might be spared.”

“There is no network,” Yulia insisted. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m just a dancer.”

“You are a liar and a whore, Chica. Your network was betrayed. Perhaps you were the one responsible for the betrayal?” The second voice was quieter now, but more menacing for it. Yulia almost denied she would ever do such a thing, but caught herself. Protesting she was not a traitor would be tantamount to admitting there was someone and something to betray.

Another chill raced up her back. That had been close, but she was becoming too disoriented to think straight. She shivered, partially from fear but also because wherever she had been taken was more than a little chilly, and she was still dressed in nothing but a short cotton nightgown. She flattened her bare foot against the floorboard, grounding herself with the sensation of the wood knots against her toes. She had been hauled from her bed without any idea of what time it was, but her sleep had felt so unusually deep, she wondered if she had been drugged.

Yulia tried to remember everything her training had covered about arrest and interrogation. Admit nothing. Deny all knowledge.

“Tell us what you know of A Suffusion of Yellow,” the first voice commanded.

“Is that a nightclub?” Yulia asked. “Not one I’ve ever danced at.” Her reward for the deliberately insolent answer was a ringing slap across her cheek and she gasped with shock and pain. Despite her determination not to show emotion before her interrogators, she felt tears swimming in her eyes. She was grateful they were quickly soaked up by the rag of a blindfold she wore before they could make their way down her cheeks.

“You have never heard of a Suffusion of Yellow? Tell me the names of your contacts. Who is the courier? Who handles you in Santiago? Which SVR Comrades are you working with?”

“I’m telling you everything I can,” Yulia said, her voice trembling. She doubted that slight tremor would be enough to soften her captors’ hearts, but she would try anything. “I am just a dancer. I grew up in Zhodzina in Belarus, it is near to Minsk. I came to the USA to live and work and then moved down to Chile because I heard the clubs needed more girls. I don’t know of any Suffusion of Yellow. I don’t know any comrades or couriers, I don’t even know what they are. You have to believe me!”

The cover story was easy to remember, she had used it several times before.

“A cheap little slut like you hardly seems the type to consider a better life in the USA, never mind here in Santiago … not unless you were sent for a purpose.”

Yulia gave a small groan, an idea coming to her. “Please, I may be with-child. Don’t hurt me. Please don’t hurt my child.” If her hands were free, she would have cradled them over her belly for emphasis, but the cuffs ground into her wrists whenever she tried adjusting the position of her arms. She began to sob loudly in great, dry heaves, conjuring everything from her past that had ever caused her sadness; the death of her father, her disastrous love affairs, her first pet dog from when she was a child. She forced tears to her eyes, this time hoping they would fall down her cheeks, where they might be seen as evidence that she was telling the truth. Finally, she let her outburst subside to the occasional sniffle. The men had been silent while she sobbed, but without her sight, she could not guess what affect her performance was having on them.

“You think you are pregnant huh? So, you are a fond of men, are you, Chica?” She felt breath on her face as a hand gripped her knee, fingers pointing towards her inner thigh. Yulia bit back a cry of revulsion as the warmth of the man’s hand spread through the thin cotton nightdress.

“Would you like to get to know me a little better and then I could really put a seed in your whore’s belly? I wonder what I could make you tell me if I was inside you.” Yulia bit the inside of her lip and remained still. Don’t let them think rape was the key to loosening her tongue. For the first time, her fear was replaced with contempt; they would try to use sex as a weapon, of course they would. The hand moved beneath the hem onto the flesh of her thigh, squeezing lightly, then abruptly lifted.

There was silence again, before the second voice spoke once more.

“Do you drink, Miss Jelic?” Yulia licked her dry lips, relieved that they had decided, for the moment at least, and despite quickly seeing through her ‘pregnancy façade’ that an assault was not the best course of action.

“Occasionally,” she admitted. “There’s nothing wrong with that, is there?” Yulia added wishing she had a large tumbler of whisky to hand. There was the scrape of a match and then the smell of tobacco. One of the men – she couldn’t tell which – took an audible drag on what she could smell was a cigar and blew smoke in her face.

The fumes were overpowering, and she retched. Then she felt a bright spot of heat grow close to her cheek, dancing over her skin. Panic flared brighter than the tip of the cigar and coursed through her veins.

“How much do you think it would hurt if I ground this into your eye? Unless you tell me what we need to know, that’s what I will do.”

Yulia pulled her head as far back as she could, straining against the back of the chair. “What do you know about a Suffusion of Yellow? This is your final chance before I pass you to my colleagues so they can loosen your tongue. They will not be as tolerant as we have been.”

The SVR Agent grew cold. The rumoured methods of interrogation used by the Suffusion of Yellow terrorist network were supposed to be taken from the text books of Pinochet’s regime forty years earlier.

Through her panic and coldness, the stiff joints and pain, Yulia slumped in her seat. She was exhausted, yet she knew her ordeal had only just begun. She lifted her head and sat as straight as she could, the blindfold still denying her sight. In the steadiest voice she could muster, she spoke.

“I have nothing to tell you. My name is Yulia Jelic and I’m a dancer.”

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A few days earlier, in the Departamentos P Apartment Building, Barrio Lastarria, Downtown Santiago, Republic of Chile


Yulia stood in the hallway talking with the woman who had presented herself as the landlord.

“I can pay now,” Yulia said. “I can give you a month’s rent in advance.” The SVR Agent had arrived in Santiago with just enough money to substantiate her cover story.

The woman’s eyes lit up, and Yulia was warmly ushered up to a small room on the third floor. Like many buildings of its type, the ground floor was given over to the private rooms.

At one end, there was a cast-iron bedframe and mattress, and a dressing table, closed off by a threadbare curtain. It looked like a room out of Russia in the darkest days during the early parts of the Cold War. The other end of the room contained a table and a wooden chair. A single ringed oil stove was just big enough to heat a pan of water or milk. It was a far cry from her family home in Russia, even the neat and tidy two bedroomed apartment she had in Washington. This was basic.

Nevertheless, it would certainly suffice and help her get by as nothing but a young dancer needing work. The room contained no windows but had a skylight set at an angle in the roof. Yulia opened it as wide as she could to let some air inside, then went to the tiny bathroom on the corridor, and could hear someone humming a tune. At least she wasn’t alone. Yulia decided, as she climbed into the narrow bed, and settled down for the night, to try and get a little sleep …


To Be Continued …
 
Yulia gave a small groan, an idea coming to her. “Please, I may be with-child. Don’t hurt me. Please don’t hurt my child.” If her hands were free, she would have cradled them over her belly for emphasis

Desperation can be the mother of invention. Nice try Yulia. Memo to myself: remember this one. Second memo: Scratch that, doesn’t work.

Another hair raising episode, Fossy. :popcorn:
 
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