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Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
My late response to last Saturdays post
The pervasive feeling of doom hovering over Kat and now Grace seems to only darken!
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!!!!!! Does this set the record in Kats short spying career for the quickest breaking of her and Grace's cover? I warned them.
Either a leak or gross!!! stupidity!! Both equally possible!
The pervasive feeling of doom hovering over Kat and now Grace seems to only darken!
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We all love a pervasive feeling of doom ... right?
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
I guess that part of the plan went slightly awry
I never saw that coming.
The bosses had better come up with a better method to safeguard the new agents - these are done for.It must be said that things are beginning to look less than cheery for our two girls. And they don't even get to suffer together.
Fossy
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Disposable People (5)
Torture Cells, SVR HQ, Moscow, Russia
Ekaterina Incarceration 3
After a light meal and a shower, the Colonel once again entered his ‘playroom’
Oh, what a night it had been! Comrade Captain Andreytov had not let his captive victim escape into a much desired unconscious state, nor even rest for more than a few seconds. He was surprised that such a young girl could take it for so long … but the stimulants that his Junior Officer had given to her helped of course.
This was Andreytov’s specialty … to simply torture someone was not so difficult, the real challenge was to extend the pain and then take it to new limits.
Comrade Captain Andreytov was surely an expert; the Colonel thought as he climbed up on the metal table and slowly entered the bound, secured and completely naked Ekaterina who was waiting for him with splayed thighs.
God, how he looked forward to this, he thought smiling down at the barely conscious girl, as he let his cock slowly slide into her unwilling but waiting body.
There were no words of protestation from Special Agent Novikova, just several barely audible grunts as he began to thrust at her until his shaft was buried ‘balls-deep’ inside her pussy.
As he rutted away, Tretykov was able to look up at the large screen mounted on the wall upon which a recording from the earlier session with the Comrade Captain was playing. Right now, it was showing how Andreytov had pierced the screaming Novikova’s tongue with a long needle whilst threading another through the swollen lips of her labia … Both needles had then been charged and as the voltage thundered into her body, Kat arched upwards, held down by the manacles at her extremities and around her forehead.
Such a hot bitch, the Colonel thought as he felt his climax building whilst the on-screen fantasy-like scene played out, and she deserves every little piece of what she is getting!
As Tretykov thrust his copious ejaculate into Kat’s bound body he stiffened … once, twice, three times then more before collapsing his fully satiated form onto the poor Agent. The pills had worked and his erection had barely softened before once again he felt the stiff rigidity return.
“Ready to go again my sweet girl,” he whispered mockingly into Kat’s ear …
******
By the time the Colonel’s pills had run their course he was exhausted. The body that once belonged to Ekaterina Novikova, erstwhile Russian Agent and now of MI6, had become nothing more than a receptacle for the seed of her former Comrade Colonel.
Tretykov, now Head of the SVR, had never felt so satisfied. He had wasted no time in using the young Ekaterina as a vessel for his hedonistic desires when he had first discovered her at the Academy, but it had always been his secret hope that he would have reason to torture her without the burden of accountability hanging over his head.
As he lay ‘recovering’ on the leather couch in his office, he turned his gaze towards the opening door as one of the more Junior SVR officers looked in.
“As requested by the Comrade Captain and yourself, she is now chained to the stone wall Comrade Colonel,”
Tretykov looked up from his slumberous position and nodded. “Thank you, tell the Comrade Captain Andreytov to meet me in her cell in fifteen minutes.”
******
“Do it.” Was the simple instruction given by Tretykov to his Torturer-in-Chief.
Andreytov’s smirk betrayed a lust fuelled mix of desire and the need to hurt his victim more than he had already done. He turned to face his superior officer and nodded.
Special Agent Ekaterina Novikova had been tortured beyond the boundaries of what she thought was possible, and then raped continuously by her former Colonel until he grew bored. Now, as she looked at the two men ogling her manacled, beleaguered nudity, her tired eyes were so heavy that she could barely see.
But, as Andreytov, her former Academy class mate, raised his arm, she was, in no uncertain sense, about to feel them.
Andreytov flung his huge fist into Ekaterina's flat stomach.
“Uuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhh!” The chained girl groaned. Although Ekaterina's abdomen was strong and firm, it was no match for the huge fist of a physically fit, well-trained SVR Officer.
The Special Agent slumped in her chains. Gasping for air she managed to utter, “W … why? Why are you doing this?”
"We want to show you our love for your body Ekaterina, despite its horrific scars, especially your stomach!” Andreytov said as the two men chuckled like adolescent schoolboys.
Her feet were barely touching the cold stone floor of the cell as Kat hung with her body now stretched into a concave shape as the muscles that had been assaulted struggled to regain their natural shape. She had become Andreytov’s punch bag.
Ekaterina looked beautiful ... blood crusted around her nostrils and staining her cheek. Her former class mate, the bastard Comrade Captain, put his hand to her face and then slowly brought it down to her perspiration covered stomach. He clenched his big fist and then slammed it once more into her helpless belly.
Her back crashed against the cell wall as Andreytov hit her. He smiled and waited until her groaning exhalation had turned into a desperate gasp for breath before following up with several shorter but faster punches.
“Ohhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkk!” Kat groaned as she struggled to find any purchase at all for her feet. Her toned skin was already red, her old scars standing out as if begging to be opened up.
Comrade Captain Andreytov was very happy to oblige.
"Ugggghhhhhh, fckkkkkkk, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Ekaterina could not find fresh air from anywhere and her intestinal muscles were rapidly weakening. But her latest ordeal was not yet over. The Comrade Colonel wanted to take his turn.
“I have waited a long time to hurt you like this Novikova. You should have died on that cross but you did not (see Death by Crucifixion). It is an outcome that you will regret.”
Swinging his fist, he struck Ekaterina's just above her pubic bone, and then followed up with a hard drive into her solar plexus. When Tretykov finished the tri-punch move with a swift blow into her kidneys Kat retched and threw up the paltry, liquid-centric contents of her stomach.
Agent Novikova slumped against the cold brick of her cell wall, moaning, coughing and spluttering. Tretykov held up his hand for a brief while, signalling that they should let her catch her breath, until Andreytov said, "It's not over yet Novikova."
"No … no please don't”, Ekaterina pleaded, "Please donnnnn’t … Uuuuughhhhhhhhh!"
The Captain slammed his fist once again into her stomach. Special Agent Novikova felt her insides smash, and when the Colonel saw how her flesh caved under the punch, he felt his groin stiffen once more.
To Be Continued …
Torture Cells, SVR HQ, Moscow, Russia
Ekaterina Incarceration 3
After a light meal and a shower, the Colonel once again entered his ‘playroom’
Oh, what a night it had been! Comrade Captain Andreytov had not let his captive victim escape into a much desired unconscious state, nor even rest for more than a few seconds. He was surprised that such a young girl could take it for so long … but the stimulants that his Junior Officer had given to her helped of course.
This was Andreytov’s specialty … to simply torture someone was not so difficult, the real challenge was to extend the pain and then take it to new limits.
Comrade Captain Andreytov was surely an expert; the Colonel thought as he climbed up on the metal table and slowly entered the bound, secured and completely naked Ekaterina who was waiting for him with splayed thighs.
God, how he looked forward to this, he thought smiling down at the barely conscious girl, as he let his cock slowly slide into her unwilling but waiting body.
There were no words of protestation from Special Agent Novikova, just several barely audible grunts as he began to thrust at her until his shaft was buried ‘balls-deep’ inside her pussy.
As he rutted away, Tretykov was able to look up at the large screen mounted on the wall upon which a recording from the earlier session with the Comrade Captain was playing. Right now, it was showing how Andreytov had pierced the screaming Novikova’s tongue with a long needle whilst threading another through the swollen lips of her labia … Both needles had then been charged and as the voltage thundered into her body, Kat arched upwards, held down by the manacles at her extremities and around her forehead.
Such a hot bitch, the Colonel thought as he felt his climax building whilst the on-screen fantasy-like scene played out, and she deserves every little piece of what she is getting!
As Tretykov thrust his copious ejaculate into Kat’s bound body he stiffened … once, twice, three times then more before collapsing his fully satiated form onto the poor Agent. The pills had worked and his erection had barely softened before once again he felt the stiff rigidity return.
“Ready to go again my sweet girl,” he whispered mockingly into Kat’s ear …
******
By the time the Colonel’s pills had run their course he was exhausted. The body that once belonged to Ekaterina Novikova, erstwhile Russian Agent and now of MI6, had become nothing more than a receptacle for the seed of her former Comrade Colonel.
Tretykov, now Head of the SVR, had never felt so satisfied. He had wasted no time in using the young Ekaterina as a vessel for his hedonistic desires when he had first discovered her at the Academy, but it had always been his secret hope that he would have reason to torture her without the burden of accountability hanging over his head.
As he lay ‘recovering’ on the leather couch in his office, he turned his gaze towards the opening door as one of the more Junior SVR officers looked in.
“As requested by the Comrade Captain and yourself, she is now chained to the stone wall Comrade Colonel,”
Tretykov looked up from his slumberous position and nodded. “Thank you, tell the Comrade Captain Andreytov to meet me in her cell in fifteen minutes.”
******
“Do it.” Was the simple instruction given by Tretykov to his Torturer-in-Chief.
Andreytov’s smirk betrayed a lust fuelled mix of desire and the need to hurt his victim more than he had already done. He turned to face his superior officer and nodded.
Special Agent Ekaterina Novikova had been tortured beyond the boundaries of what she thought was possible, and then raped continuously by her former Colonel until he grew bored. Now, as she looked at the two men ogling her manacled, beleaguered nudity, her tired eyes were so heavy that she could barely see.
But, as Andreytov, her former Academy class mate, raised his arm, she was, in no uncertain sense, about to feel them.
Andreytov flung his huge fist into Ekaterina's flat stomach.
“Uuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhh!” The chained girl groaned. Although Ekaterina's abdomen was strong and firm, it was no match for the huge fist of a physically fit, well-trained SVR Officer.
The Special Agent slumped in her chains. Gasping for air she managed to utter, “W … why? Why are you doing this?”
"We want to show you our love for your body Ekaterina, despite its horrific scars, especially your stomach!” Andreytov said as the two men chuckled like adolescent schoolboys.
Her feet were barely touching the cold stone floor of the cell as Kat hung with her body now stretched into a concave shape as the muscles that had been assaulted struggled to regain their natural shape. She had become Andreytov’s punch bag.
Ekaterina looked beautiful ... blood crusted around her nostrils and staining her cheek. Her former class mate, the bastard Comrade Captain, put his hand to her face and then slowly brought it down to her perspiration covered stomach. He clenched his big fist and then slammed it once more into her helpless belly.
Her back crashed against the cell wall as Andreytov hit her. He smiled and waited until her groaning exhalation had turned into a desperate gasp for breath before following up with several shorter but faster punches.
“Ohhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkk!” Kat groaned as she struggled to find any purchase at all for her feet. Her toned skin was already red, her old scars standing out as if begging to be opened up.
Comrade Captain Andreytov was very happy to oblige.
"Ugggghhhhhh, fckkkkkkk, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Ekaterina could not find fresh air from anywhere and her intestinal muscles were rapidly weakening. But her latest ordeal was not yet over. The Comrade Colonel wanted to take his turn.
“I have waited a long time to hurt you like this Novikova. You should have died on that cross but you did not (see Death by Crucifixion). It is an outcome that you will regret.”
Swinging his fist, he struck Ekaterina's just above her pubic bone, and then followed up with a hard drive into her solar plexus. When Tretykov finished the tri-punch move with a swift blow into her kidneys Kat retched and threw up the paltry, liquid-centric contents of her stomach.
Agent Novikova slumped against the cold brick of her cell wall, moaning, coughing and spluttering. Tretykov held up his hand for a brief while, signalling that they should let her catch her breath, until Andreytov said, "It's not over yet Novikova."
"No … no please don't”, Ekaterina pleaded, "Please donnnnn’t … Uuuuughhhhhhhhh!"
The Captain slammed his fist once again into her stomach. Special Agent Novikova felt her insides smash, and when the Colonel saw how her flesh caved under the punch, he felt his groin stiffen once more.
To Be Continued …
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
It is vital that the man in charge of the ruthless torture of a young woman, always look his best and maintain professional decorum. And taking care of himself, even as he paused in enjoying the torture is a noble sacrifice
This could be added to the CF banner as our mission statement!
So woke to ask permission. BTW, all girls LOVE a man with extra endurance!
Can anyone blame him?
Superb chapter, Fossy. You've taken a rather inevitable torture session and twisted it to a new direction of eroticism and sadism! Well done.
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Disposable People (6)
A room above Candy’s Strip Club, Shijak, Albania
Grace Incarceration 3
It was another day of Grace’s captivity. She was sitting on the mattress, her eyes blank and staring at nothing when the man came into her small prison room. The night had been very long, the silence of the room playing on her mind, the single light annoying her.
The young Agent had wanted to sleep, close her eyes for the last time and never wake up.
His threat to overdose her if she showed any sign of dissent was not, as he believed it would be, a source of fear for the young girl, but a welcome end to the nightmare that had played out many times inside her head. She was counting the days, the hours when he intended to do exactly that, in the hope that what he claimed he could do would actually materialise.
The ring with the embedded GPS receiver was gone, as was her friend and colleague along with any semblance of hope that Grace might have once had.
“Slept well did you, Amber, thought about your future, your dreams and hopes? Frightened of losing your mind, are you?” he mocked, as he came into the room.
“Fuck you.” She uttered in a sudden, unexpected show of quiet defiance. “… give me the overdose now, and get it over with. I’m only a whore, so what does it matter.”
He laughed at her. “I’m pleased you realise that Amber.”
He moved closer and kicked her exposed flank.
“Tell me what your name is and what do you do for a living?”
Grace sighed inwardly, drawing in her breath. “My name is Amber … I’m a prostitute.”
“What do prostitutes do?”
“We both know what they do, isn’t it enough that I’m admitting what to being what you want me to be?”
With his eyes ogling her almost naked body he spoke. “Get the nightdress off whore, then on your knees, head touching the floor, with your ass high.”
Agent Miller obeyed, positioning herself as ordered.
“What is your name?” … “Amber.”
“Who owns you?” … “You do.”
“What are you?” … “A whore.”
The man smiled to himself; despite her earlier words of dissent, the girl’s spirit was broken, the drug was destroying her ability to think rationally. She was ready and so today would be the day when he sampled properly what she had to offer, before releasing her into service.
From her prostrate position the young Agent could not see as he fisted his cock until it was achingly erect and then, spitting into his hand the man cupped Agent Miller’s exposed pussy from behind.
“Nghhhhhh!” Grace grunted at his primitive attempts to lubricate her body. And then she felt him nudging against her. Kat had taken her virginity with the strap-on cock, and for that Agent Miller was so very grateful. But this monster was about to be the first man to ever penetrate her vaginally!
He felt her pussy open to accept the swollen mushroom of his head. The nubile body before him him jerked and thrashed as he fed his length further and further into her body, pulling out and then thrusting back inside.
“Ohhhhh please, too big … ohhhhh pleeeeeease!” Of course, her begging only succeeded in turning him on even more.
He continued to thrust, each time filling Grace’s tight little pussy with more cock. A trace of blood covered his shaft … he would force her to suck it clean when he finished. One last thrust, pushing with all of his strength, and then …
“Aiiiiiiiiiiiiii!” his full, hard length was forced all the way inside her warm embrace, battering her cervix as he immediately began to fuck the poor girl. Her body jerked in pain, her wrist cuffs clanging noisily in the room, her ragged breathing and guttural groans the only discernible noise as he focused on the job at hand.
Grace felt so full. She could feel his stomach pushing against her ass, his cock now fully embedded, pulsing and throbbing inside her, her soft folds stretched tightly around him, unwittingly pulling him further inside…
This was not how it should be, not how she’d dreamed … not at all! It was hard to conceive how anyone could get so much enjoyment out of her pain. Agent Miller could barely breathe, the rape of her body drawing the breath from her lungs.
“You ready for a good fucking now, Amber. Your pussy is so tight, so fucking beautiful!”
As his cock rasped over her stretched slit it felt like sandpaper.
******
“Good girl,” he mocked as he replaced his softening cock, cleaned of all residue by Amber’s dry and cracked lips, inside his trousers. “Now, lay down and turn over.”
There was no objection, not even a sigh of resignation … just innate obedience. Grace moved from her knees to her side, then to her stomach, where, with her wrists still chained she was ready for her injection.
Grace desperately wanted the drug, whatever it was; it made her forget his abuse and dulled the pain … especially today. He pulled out the syringe, filled it more than usual, and quickly injected her; rubbing her ass to get the liquid dispersed, before giving her a hard slap on the same cheek.
“You’ve had a larger dose today Amber. I don’t envy you whore, the hallucinations, the pain as it begins to rip you apart.”
He was right, already the increased dosage had begun to take hold even before he left the room. Her entire body was shaking; the inside of her head was banging; she couldn’t think, or even control her movements any more.
Visions of the man, screaming at her, coupled with images from her past, were flashing through her mind; her eyes were fixed staring ahead, but she could see nothing. Then Grace was retching; her last meal spewed across the mattress, and she was holding her head, trying to stop the banging inside, the pain unbearable.
The young Agent began crying, tears streaming down her cheek, her mouth dribbling. She had puked and now wet herself, the smell of it all making her throw up again, but she had nothing left in her stomach. Finally, Grace succumbed to a welcome darkness. She could take no more ...
To Be Continued …
A room above Candy’s Strip Club, Shijak, Albania
Grace Incarceration 3
It was another day of Grace’s captivity. She was sitting on the mattress, her eyes blank and staring at nothing when the man came into her small prison room. The night had been very long, the silence of the room playing on her mind, the single light annoying her.
The young Agent had wanted to sleep, close her eyes for the last time and never wake up.
His threat to overdose her if she showed any sign of dissent was not, as he believed it would be, a source of fear for the young girl, but a welcome end to the nightmare that had played out many times inside her head. She was counting the days, the hours when he intended to do exactly that, in the hope that what he claimed he could do would actually materialise.
The ring with the embedded GPS receiver was gone, as was her friend and colleague along with any semblance of hope that Grace might have once had.
“Slept well did you, Amber, thought about your future, your dreams and hopes? Frightened of losing your mind, are you?” he mocked, as he came into the room.
“Fuck you.” She uttered in a sudden, unexpected show of quiet defiance. “… give me the overdose now, and get it over with. I’m only a whore, so what does it matter.”
He laughed at her. “I’m pleased you realise that Amber.”
He moved closer and kicked her exposed flank.
“Tell me what your name is and what do you do for a living?”
Grace sighed inwardly, drawing in her breath. “My name is Amber … I’m a prostitute.”
“What do prostitutes do?”
“We both know what they do, isn’t it enough that I’m admitting what to being what you want me to be?”
With his eyes ogling her almost naked body he spoke. “Get the nightdress off whore, then on your knees, head touching the floor, with your ass high.”
Agent Miller obeyed, positioning herself as ordered.
“What is your name?” … “Amber.”
“Who owns you?” … “You do.”
“What are you?” … “A whore.”
The man smiled to himself; despite her earlier words of dissent, the girl’s spirit was broken, the drug was destroying her ability to think rationally. She was ready and so today would be the day when he sampled properly what she had to offer, before releasing her into service.
From her prostrate position the young Agent could not see as he fisted his cock until it was achingly erect and then, spitting into his hand the man cupped Agent Miller’s exposed pussy from behind.
“Nghhhhhh!” Grace grunted at his primitive attempts to lubricate her body. And then she felt him nudging against her. Kat had taken her virginity with the strap-on cock, and for that Agent Miller was so very grateful. But this monster was about to be the first man to ever penetrate her vaginally!
He felt her pussy open to accept the swollen mushroom of his head. The nubile body before him him jerked and thrashed as he fed his length further and further into her body, pulling out and then thrusting back inside.
“Ohhhhh please, too big … ohhhhh pleeeeeease!” Of course, her begging only succeeded in turning him on even more.
He continued to thrust, each time filling Grace’s tight little pussy with more cock. A trace of blood covered his shaft … he would force her to suck it clean when he finished. One last thrust, pushing with all of his strength, and then …
“Aiiiiiiiiiiiiii!” his full, hard length was forced all the way inside her warm embrace, battering her cervix as he immediately began to fuck the poor girl. Her body jerked in pain, her wrist cuffs clanging noisily in the room, her ragged breathing and guttural groans the only discernible noise as he focused on the job at hand.
Grace felt so full. She could feel his stomach pushing against her ass, his cock now fully embedded, pulsing and throbbing inside her, her soft folds stretched tightly around him, unwittingly pulling him further inside…
This was not how it should be, not how she’d dreamed … not at all! It was hard to conceive how anyone could get so much enjoyment out of her pain. Agent Miller could barely breathe, the rape of her body drawing the breath from her lungs.
“You ready for a good fucking now, Amber. Your pussy is so tight, so fucking beautiful!”
As his cock rasped over her stretched slit it felt like sandpaper.
******
“Good girl,” he mocked as he replaced his softening cock, cleaned of all residue by Amber’s dry and cracked lips, inside his trousers. “Now, lay down and turn over.”
There was no objection, not even a sigh of resignation … just innate obedience. Grace moved from her knees to her side, then to her stomach, where, with her wrists still chained she was ready for her injection.
Grace desperately wanted the drug, whatever it was; it made her forget his abuse and dulled the pain … especially today. He pulled out the syringe, filled it more than usual, and quickly injected her; rubbing her ass to get the liquid dispersed, before giving her a hard slap on the same cheek.
“You’ve had a larger dose today Amber. I don’t envy you whore, the hallucinations, the pain as it begins to rip you apart.”
He was right, already the increased dosage had begun to take hold even before he left the room. Her entire body was shaking; the inside of her head was banging; she couldn’t think, or even control her movements any more.
Visions of the man, screaming at her, coupled with images from her past, were flashing through her mind; her eyes were fixed staring ahead, but she could see nothing. Then Grace was retching; her last meal spewed across the mattress, and she was holding her head, trying to stop the banging inside, the pain unbearable.
The young Agent began crying, tears streaming down her cheek, her mouth dribbling. She had puked and now wet herself, the smell of it all making her throw up again, but she had nothing left in her stomach. Finally, Grace succumbed to a welcome darkness. She could take no more ...
To Be Continued …
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Disposable People (7)
A room above Candy’s Strip Club, Shijak, Albania
“Tell me, Amber, how old are you?” She tried to think positively.
“I don’t know.”
“What about your family, give me the names of your parents and your brothers and sisters?”
He was watching her carefully, as Grace frowned, desperately trying to think, she knew the word brothers, but couldn’t remember anything about her own family.
“I’m not sure, do I have any of these?” Agent Miller’s words slurred as she spoke. The man smiled.
“How did you arrive here, and who were you with?”
“Arrive where?” she asked.
“This country?”
Grace looked down at her clasped hands, wondering why he was asking questions she had no answer for. Then she looked up at him, and hesitated before speaking, “I don’t understand …”
The man who had readied Grace for the brothel turned to his colleague. “She’s ready. Today she starts to earn money for us.”
Street Corner at the side of Candys Strip Club, Shijak, Albania
Lieutenant Jason Underhill checked his watch. “T minus three, two, one … go!”
The street had been roped off and Jason Underhill, UK Special Ops operative was leading this international operation to rescue the MI6 operative Grace Miller and bring down the Çela family in the process.
The bastards might have stripped Grace of everything including her jewellery, but that ring, the one with the tracker had remained at the club. That was how they found Agent Miller.
A string of Albanian BOS operatives, their maroon berets marking them out knelt in the street outside the strip club, HK MP7’s pointed at the club. A similar deployment guarded the back entrance. Underhill was going in through the front door.
Inside the man grinned at Grace and nodded. “Take her to room 7 and tie her to the bed. She can be the ‘Special Offer’ for this evening.
Despite her impending fate Agent Miller offered no response, no dissent … she still did not understand.
“Will men be coming,” Grace spoke in pathetically quiet tones.
Her captors laughed, “Oh yes Amber, men will come, lots of them.”
Never had such a small number of words turned out to be more prophetic, but not in the way these bastards prophesied.
Grace had been pulled to her feet when a single gun-shot rang out. The bullet ripped through the man who had been her ‘owner’ like a knife into butter. He gasped just once, before collapsing to the floor.
Underhill appeared, and suddenly Grace could hear the pandemonium from all around. Girls were being herded out of rooms and men forced to their knees and hand cuffed.
“He’s okay, flesh wound is all. Cuff the bastard.”
Jase stood looking at Grace. She had no idea who he was, but when he held his arms open for her, she fell into them.
******
“Lieutenant Underhill?”
“Sir,” Jase was calling Roger Moore on his secure satellite line. “We have Agent Miller.”
“Is she … okay?”
“She …” he paused. “She will be Sir. She’s been beaten and sexually abused by the looks of it. And she’s heavily drugged. But … she’s alive.”
“Thank God.” There was a silence, finally broken by Moore.
“And …”
“No sign, Sir.”
Without actually saying her name both men knew that they were talking about Ekaterina Novikova.
Federal Governmental Institution — penal colony № 6 Federal Penitentiary Service of Russia in Orenburg region of Russia, 1,478 kilometres southeast of Moscow.
Federal Governmental Institution — penal colony № 6 of the Federal Penitentiary Service of Russia was more commonly known as the Black Dolphin. The prison is one of the oldest in Russia, and gets its unofficial name from a prisoner-constructed sculpture depicting a black dolphin, which is set in front of the main entrance. It houses approximately 700 of Russia's most serious criminals including child molesters, sex offenders, murderers, cannibals, terrorists and serial killers.
At the very moment that Agent Grace Miller was being rescued from the Trafficking Networkers in Albania, Special Agent Novikova was sitting in a prison transport van, her face still bloodied and her scarred body naked except for a pair of dirty white panties and a torn white shirt, which was pulled down her erect nipples bared for the lust fuelled pleasure of the accompanying officers. Ekaterina’s hands were cuffed behind her back to the side of the van and four guards sat leering at her … guns at the ready, erections pushing at their uniform pants.
Comrade Colonel Tretykov had grown tired and bored with his fuck-toy and so, in order to continue her torment, he had made sure that she was to spend the rest of her days, however long that was to be, as the only female prisoner at the Black Dolphin.
As the large gates opened and the van drove into the prison grounds Ekaterina’s new life was about to begin …
And so, this particular chapter draws to a close, but the story goes on. Grace has been rescued by Jase, but Kat is lost, incarcerated inside one of the toughest most dangerous jails in the world … as the only female inmate.
There will be a short pause now, but on Friday of the coming week one of the most harrowing Sexpionage serialisations will begin. The beautiful, tormented Ekaterina Novikova begins her tortured life incarcerated in one of the most dangerous prisons in the world.
Join us on Friday for the serialisation of ‘The Black Dolphin’ to see what happens next …
A room above Candy’s Strip Club, Shijak, Albania
“Tell me, Amber, how old are you?” She tried to think positively.
“I don’t know.”
“What about your family, give me the names of your parents and your brothers and sisters?”
He was watching her carefully, as Grace frowned, desperately trying to think, she knew the word brothers, but couldn’t remember anything about her own family.
“I’m not sure, do I have any of these?” Agent Miller’s words slurred as she spoke. The man smiled.
“How did you arrive here, and who were you with?”
“Arrive where?” she asked.
“This country?”
Grace looked down at her clasped hands, wondering why he was asking questions she had no answer for. Then she looked up at him, and hesitated before speaking, “I don’t understand …”
The man who had readied Grace for the brothel turned to his colleague. “She’s ready. Today she starts to earn money for us.”
Street Corner at the side of Candys Strip Club, Shijak, Albania
Lieutenant Jason Underhill checked his watch. “T minus three, two, one … go!”
The street had been roped off and Jason Underhill, UK Special Ops operative was leading this international operation to rescue the MI6 operative Grace Miller and bring down the Çela family in the process.
The bastards might have stripped Grace of everything including her jewellery, but that ring, the one with the tracker had remained at the club. That was how they found Agent Miller.
A string of Albanian BOS operatives, their maroon berets marking them out knelt in the street outside the strip club, HK MP7’s pointed at the club. A similar deployment guarded the back entrance. Underhill was going in through the front door.
Inside the man grinned at Grace and nodded. “Take her to room 7 and tie her to the bed. She can be the ‘Special Offer’ for this evening.
Despite her impending fate Agent Miller offered no response, no dissent … she still did not understand.
“Will men be coming,” Grace spoke in pathetically quiet tones.
Her captors laughed, “Oh yes Amber, men will come, lots of them.”
Never had such a small number of words turned out to be more prophetic, but not in the way these bastards prophesied.
Grace had been pulled to her feet when a single gun-shot rang out. The bullet ripped through the man who had been her ‘owner’ like a knife into butter. He gasped just once, before collapsing to the floor.
Underhill appeared, and suddenly Grace could hear the pandemonium from all around. Girls were being herded out of rooms and men forced to their knees and hand cuffed.
“He’s okay, flesh wound is all. Cuff the bastard.”
Jase stood looking at Grace. She had no idea who he was, but when he held his arms open for her, she fell into them.
******
“Lieutenant Underhill?”
“Sir,” Jase was calling Roger Moore on his secure satellite line. “We have Agent Miller.”
“Is she … okay?”
“She …” he paused. “She will be Sir. She’s been beaten and sexually abused by the looks of it. And she’s heavily drugged. But … she’s alive.”
“Thank God.” There was a silence, finally broken by Moore.
“And …”
“No sign, Sir.”
Without actually saying her name both men knew that they were talking about Ekaterina Novikova.
Federal Governmental Institution — penal colony № 6 Federal Penitentiary Service of Russia in Orenburg region of Russia, 1,478 kilometres southeast of Moscow.
Federal Governmental Institution — penal colony № 6 of the Federal Penitentiary Service of Russia was more commonly known as the Black Dolphin. The prison is one of the oldest in Russia, and gets its unofficial name from a prisoner-constructed sculpture depicting a black dolphin, which is set in front of the main entrance. It houses approximately 700 of Russia's most serious criminals including child molesters, sex offenders, murderers, cannibals, terrorists and serial killers.
At the very moment that Agent Grace Miller was being rescued from the Trafficking Networkers in Albania, Special Agent Novikova was sitting in a prison transport van, her face still bloodied and her scarred body naked except for a pair of dirty white panties and a torn white shirt, which was pulled down her erect nipples bared for the lust fuelled pleasure of the accompanying officers. Ekaterina’s hands were cuffed behind her back to the side of the van and four guards sat leering at her … guns at the ready, erections pushing at their uniform pants.
Comrade Colonel Tretykov had grown tired and bored with his fuck-toy and so, in order to continue her torment, he had made sure that she was to spend the rest of her days, however long that was to be, as the only female prisoner at the Black Dolphin.
As the large gates opened and the van drove into the prison grounds Ekaterina’s new life was about to begin …
And so, this particular chapter draws to a close, but the story goes on. Grace has been rescued by Jase, but Kat is lost, incarcerated inside one of the toughest most dangerous jails in the world … as the only female inmate.
There will be a short pause now, but on Friday of the coming week one of the most harrowing Sexpionage serialisations will begin. The beautiful, tormented Ekaterina Novikova begins her tortured life incarcerated in one of the most dangerous prisons in the world.
Join us on Friday for the serialisation of ‘The Black Dolphin’ to see what happens next …
Well, at least Grace was rescued. Good show that. I was glad because she’s the character I really identify with in this tale.
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
“
Hi everyone, Ekaterina from Sexpionage here, how are you all? So, ‘Trafficked’ and ‘Disposable People’ are over … and now Fossy has asked me to tell you all about the next chapter in the current series, ‘The Black Dolphin’.
Some of you might know that The Black Dolphin is one of the most notorious prisons in Russia and our author has me incarcerated there as the only female inmate. I don’t need to tell you what lies in store for me as the next week or so passes …
Honestly, I found it quite harrowing to shoot and so hopefully with its combination of me being secured in one of the most awful prisons in the world and the punishments that come with it, all of you Crux Forums folk swill be thoroughly entertained ... I hope so anyway, especially after all my hard work
You will see me stripped and whipped, assaulted and forced to submit, humiliated and degraded … not to mention being made to fight naked with huge, great hulking inmate brutes! I am thrown in a sweat box, left to swelter in the heat of the prison yard and then finally I spend time, quite a lot of it actually, mounted on the prison cross …
I hope you don’t consider these ‘spoilers’, see them more as ‘enticements’ … how does it end? Do I survive? Well, you will have to join us to find that out.
Fossy will begin the serialisation on Friday of this week, and I’m sure he will give you more than sufficient notice of it beginning. But for now, I wanted to share with you some of the ‘outtakes/behind the scenes’ shots from “The Black Dolphin” … Oh and by the way, I do all my own stunts … yes, really!
See you on Friday guys and girls … xxxx”
PS – For those of you that aren’t already caught up and would like to read about how I ended up in The Black Dolphin then you can read the end of ‘Disposable People’ here - https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/sexpionage.8609/post-614484
Outtakes ...
Hi everyone, Ekaterina from Sexpionage here, how are you all? So, ‘Trafficked’ and ‘Disposable People’ are over … and now Fossy has asked me to tell you all about the next chapter in the current series, ‘The Black Dolphin’.Some of you might know that The Black Dolphin is one of the most notorious prisons in Russia and our author has me incarcerated there as the only female inmate. I don’t need to tell you what lies in store for me as the next week or so passes …
Honestly, I found it quite harrowing to shoot and so hopefully with its combination of me being secured in one of the most awful prisons in the world and the punishments that come with it, all of you Crux Forums folk swill be thoroughly entertained ... I hope so anyway, especially after all my hard work
You will see me stripped and whipped, assaulted and forced to submit, humiliated and degraded … not to mention being made to fight naked with huge, great hulking inmate brutes! I am thrown in a sweat box, left to swelter in the heat of the prison yard and then finally I spend time, quite a lot of it actually, mounted on the prison cross …
I hope you don’t consider these ‘spoilers’, see them more as ‘enticements’ … how does it end? Do I survive? Well, you will have to join us to find that out.
Fossy will begin the serialisation on Friday of this week, and I’m sure he will give you more than sufficient notice of it beginning. But for now, I wanted to share with you some of the ‘outtakes/behind the scenes’ shots from “The Black Dolphin” … Oh and by the way, I do all my own stunts … yes, really!
See you on Friday guys and girls … xxxx”
PS – For those of you that aren’t already caught up and would like to read about how I ended up in The Black Dolphin then you can read the end of ‘Disposable People’ here - https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/sexpionage.8609/post-614484
Outtakes ...
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
TOMORROW SEXPIONAGE RETURNS - WITH A REAL BANG!
Following on from Ekaterina’s post a couple of days ago, I wanted to remind you that tomorrow Sexpionage returns with a harrowing tale of a beautiful, nubile girl being mistreated inside one of the most notorious prisons on earth.
The hapless Special Agent Ekaterina Novikova has been sent to The Black Dolphin by her long-time nemesis Colonel Sergei Tretykov of the Russian SVR. Her time as an inmate spans several weeks and months but it has been consolidated into ten chapters which will be posted daily here on CF from tomorrow.
To give you a flavour of what is to come each chapter has its own heading that provides a clue as to the sufferings contained inside that particular chapter. To give you an appetite wetter, I can share those headings with you now;
Day 1 – Induction Part 1
Day 2 – Induction Part 2
Day 3 – Fuck Toy
Day 4 – Sweat Box
Day 5 – Wired Pussy
Day 6 – Work Detail
Day 7 – The Baseball Bat
Day 8 – Fight Night
Day 9 – Mounted on the Cross
Day 10 – Prison Whore
Of course, the above sounds like an endless barrage of torture and torment for our poor heroine, and for Ekaterina then that is exactly what it is. But for those of you who like a little background, context and wider storyline with your anguish and abuse, then each chapter is interspersed with short narrative vignettes covering Grace’s recovery, Jase’s domestic nightmare and Roger Moore’s efforts to track down and rescue Agent Novikova. By Day 10 all of this has reached its crescendo to provide the climax of this series.
Oh, and to present a variation in the narrative style, and hopefully to heighten the personal nature of Ms Novikova’s torment, the telling of the Black Dolphin story will be delivered in Kat’s own ‘first-person’ words.
So, join us tomorrow for the start of the serialisation of “The Black Dolphin” …
Following on from Ekaterina’s post a couple of days ago, I wanted to remind you that tomorrow Sexpionage returns with a harrowing tale of a beautiful, nubile girl being mistreated inside one of the most notorious prisons on earth.
The hapless Special Agent Ekaterina Novikova has been sent to The Black Dolphin by her long-time nemesis Colonel Sergei Tretykov of the Russian SVR. Her time as an inmate spans several weeks and months but it has been consolidated into ten chapters which will be posted daily here on CF from tomorrow.
To give you a flavour of what is to come each chapter has its own heading that provides a clue as to the sufferings contained inside that particular chapter. To give you an appetite wetter, I can share those headings with you now;
Day 1 – Induction Part 1
Day 2 – Induction Part 2
Day 3 – Fuck Toy
Day 4 – Sweat Box
Day 5 – Wired Pussy
Day 6 – Work Detail
Day 7 – The Baseball Bat
Day 8 – Fight Night
Day 9 – Mounted on the Cross
Day 10 – Prison Whore
Of course, the above sounds like an endless barrage of torture and torment for our poor heroine, and for Ekaterina then that is exactly what it is. But for those of you who like a little background, context and wider storyline with your anguish and abuse, then each chapter is interspersed with short narrative vignettes covering Grace’s recovery, Jase’s domestic nightmare and Roger Moore’s efforts to track down and rescue Agent Novikova. By Day 10 all of this has reached its crescendo to provide the climax of this series.
Oh, and to present a variation in the narrative style, and hopefully to heighten the personal nature of Ms Novikova’s torment, the telling of the Black Dolphin story will be delivered in Kat’s own ‘first-person’ words.
So, join us tomorrow for the start of the serialisation of “The Black Dolphin” …
NewUser
Magistrate
I want to inspire Ekaterina with the phrase of a famous philosopher:
"what doesn't kill us makes us stronger".
I hope it will make her feel better
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
SEXPIONAGE RETURNS - THE BLACK DOLPHIN ...
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The Black Dolphin (1) – Induction Part 1
This story is told, in the main, as a narrative in the words of Special Agent Ekaterina Novikova
Penal colony № 6 Federal Penitentiary Service of Russia in Orenburg region of Russia, 1,478 kilometres southeast of Moscow - Black Dolphin Prison, Orenburg Oblast, Russia
With the ominous statue of the infamous Dolphin still imprinted inside my head, along with all that it implied, I was ushered into the indoctrination centre where I was stripped, probed, manhandled and groped by a pair of thrill-seeking, so-called doctors. Still naked, I was marched down a hall in full view of all of the guards to a commissary, where I was given a man's denim shirt to cover my body. All but one of the buttons was missing from the filthy piece of clothing, but I gladly put in on. It was all they gave to me. No underwear and it was clear that they intended for me to appear as submissive as possible and remain barefooted.
Black Dolphin Prison. Notorious in my homeland. A penal home for Class A monsters and I had been ‘sentenced’ to spend the rest of my life here alongside them … although how long my life would be from this point on was anyone’s guess. I had every reason to suppose that before long I would be begging for death.
A guard who introduced himself as Officer Nikolai Yezhov, and promised to make my life a living hell, led me to my cell, passing by corridor after corridor of whooping and hollering inmates, buoyed by the sight of virtually naked woman in their midst.
"Fresh meat for the guards!
“A new pussy!”
“How tight's your asshole bitch?"
A shudder shook my body and I wondered how much real intention was behind their expletives and lewd shouting. It was most likely that their actual words expressed only a fraction of what they would and could do given half a chance …
When we came to an empty cell, Officer Yezhov swung the door open and pointed his finger, which I assumed meant that I should enter. When the large piece of solid steel slammed shut behind me, it was the loudest noise I had ever heard and was immediately followed by a deathly silence. Now, as I sit here, I am frightened. As a trained, and experienced Special Agent, I have always prided myself on my ability to handle almost any adversity, but my situation appeared to be hopeless.
My self-pitying was interrupted when a bowl of food was shoved through the small lockable opening in the bottom of the cell door. I suddenly realised I hadn't eaten in over twenty-four hours. Grabbing the food, I found it was a small dish of Plov. Russian rice with a very meagre amount of chopped vegetables mixed in. Live creatures were climbing around in the rice but at that point my appetite couldn't be swayed. Brushing aside those organisms that I could see, I hastily gulped down the contents of the bowl. I was fighting the urge to retch, when a raging thirst suddenly hit me and I realised that they had salted the food. I glanced again at the bucket in the corner, filled with ‘water’.
Giving in to my longing, I brushed the film from the top of the gloopy liquid and drank a little of the brackish fluid. When I turned around, a large rat was cleaning up what remained of my evening meal!
As darkness descended a single light from the hallway outside cast dark shadows across the iron bars and seemed to heighten the confidence of my rodent roommates. At least I had a cell to myself and so I lay down on my miserable bunk and pulled the single threadbare blanket over me. Somehow, I fell asleep.
I was awakened by Yezhov entering my cell. As he jerked the cover away from my body, he took more than a moment to ogle the nudity on display for his pleasure given that my solitary item of clothing had bunched high up my body
“Stand bitch,” he ordered, indicating that I should follow him. Seeing that I had no choice, I obeyed and followed him down the hall to a small courtyard, surrounded by the high walls of the prison. Already in the yard were five other guards and another of the prisoners.
The inmate, who was stripped to the waist, his tattoos and torso on full show, grinned a semi-toothless smile at me. It was still dark but large flaming torches set around our small gathering hurled long shadows into the lighted space as I was pushed, stumbling forward until I was standing a few feet in front of the male prisoner.
"Strip!" Came the authoritative voice of Officer Yezhov.
I flinched at the word. It was singular and unambiguous and it was fired at me like a shot from a gun. I hesitated to my detriment and a blow quickly struck me across the shoulders.
"I said strip!" He repeated with even more impatience.
With shaking fingers, I unfastened the only button of my shirt and shrugged it from my body, allowing it to fall to the ground at my feet. So, this was the way it was going to be! A gang rape to begin my time here! I was no virgin, but seven men at once was more than I was prepared for. I tried to cover my nudity with my hands as I stood shivering before this gathering of mal-intentioned men.
To Be Continued ...
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The Black Dolphin (1) – Induction Part 1
This story is told, in the main, as a narrative in the words of Special Agent Ekaterina Novikova
Penal colony № 6 Federal Penitentiary Service of Russia in Orenburg region of Russia, 1,478 kilometres southeast of Moscow - Black Dolphin Prison, Orenburg Oblast, Russia
With the ominous statue of the infamous Dolphin still imprinted inside my head, along with all that it implied, I was ushered into the indoctrination centre where I was stripped, probed, manhandled and groped by a pair of thrill-seeking, so-called doctors. Still naked, I was marched down a hall in full view of all of the guards to a commissary, where I was given a man's denim shirt to cover my body. All but one of the buttons was missing from the filthy piece of clothing, but I gladly put in on. It was all they gave to me. No underwear and it was clear that they intended for me to appear as submissive as possible and remain barefooted.
Black Dolphin Prison. Notorious in my homeland. A penal home for Class A monsters and I had been ‘sentenced’ to spend the rest of my life here alongside them … although how long my life would be from this point on was anyone’s guess. I had every reason to suppose that before long I would be begging for death.
A guard who introduced himself as Officer Nikolai Yezhov, and promised to make my life a living hell, led me to my cell, passing by corridor after corridor of whooping and hollering inmates, buoyed by the sight of virtually naked woman in their midst.
"Fresh meat for the guards!
“A new pussy!”
“How tight's your asshole bitch?"
A shudder shook my body and I wondered how much real intention was behind their expletives and lewd shouting. It was most likely that their actual words expressed only a fraction of what they would and could do given half a chance …
When we came to an empty cell, Officer Yezhov swung the door open and pointed his finger, which I assumed meant that I should enter. When the large piece of solid steel slammed shut behind me, it was the loudest noise I had ever heard and was immediately followed by a deathly silence. Now, as I sit here, I am frightened. As a trained, and experienced Special Agent, I have always prided myself on my ability to handle almost any adversity, but my situation appeared to be hopeless.
My self-pitying was interrupted when a bowl of food was shoved through the small lockable opening in the bottom of the cell door. I suddenly realised I hadn't eaten in over twenty-four hours. Grabbing the food, I found it was a small dish of Plov. Russian rice with a very meagre amount of chopped vegetables mixed in. Live creatures were climbing around in the rice but at that point my appetite couldn't be swayed. Brushing aside those organisms that I could see, I hastily gulped down the contents of the bowl. I was fighting the urge to retch, when a raging thirst suddenly hit me and I realised that they had salted the food. I glanced again at the bucket in the corner, filled with ‘water’.
Giving in to my longing, I brushed the film from the top of the gloopy liquid and drank a little of the brackish fluid. When I turned around, a large rat was cleaning up what remained of my evening meal!
As darkness descended a single light from the hallway outside cast dark shadows across the iron bars and seemed to heighten the confidence of my rodent roommates. At least I had a cell to myself and so I lay down on my miserable bunk and pulled the single threadbare blanket over me. Somehow, I fell asleep.
I was awakened by Yezhov entering my cell. As he jerked the cover away from my body, he took more than a moment to ogle the nudity on display for his pleasure given that my solitary item of clothing had bunched high up my body
“Stand bitch,” he ordered, indicating that I should follow him. Seeing that I had no choice, I obeyed and followed him down the hall to a small courtyard, surrounded by the high walls of the prison. Already in the yard were five other guards and another of the prisoners.
The inmate, who was stripped to the waist, his tattoos and torso on full show, grinned a semi-toothless smile at me. It was still dark but large flaming torches set around our small gathering hurled long shadows into the lighted space as I was pushed, stumbling forward until I was standing a few feet in front of the male prisoner.
"Strip!" Came the authoritative voice of Officer Yezhov.
I flinched at the word. It was singular and unambiguous and it was fired at me like a shot from a gun. I hesitated to my detriment and a blow quickly struck me across the shoulders.
"I said strip!" He repeated with even more impatience.
With shaking fingers, I unfastened the only button of my shirt and shrugged it from my body, allowing it to fall to the ground at my feet. So, this was the way it was going to be! A gang rape to begin my time here! I was no virgin, but seven men at once was more than I was prepared for. I tried to cover my nudity with my hands as I stood shivering before this gathering of mal-intentioned men.
To Be Continued ...
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
You have captured the essence of "The Black Dolphin" to a tee 99 ... thank you
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Whether you typed 'hole' by mistake or not Barb your response is absolutely correct...