Gush away Barb! Thank you much appreciated ...Exceptional writing! I have to say, Fossy, your prose, your ability to write deep description and make scenes come alive, is something to be both admired and enjoyed. I felt as though I was with Yulia from Lombard Street to the fifth floor rendezvous and back again. So real! Like watching a movie. So very well done.. Excuse my gushing.
Big surprise!Now Yulia felt embarrassed as she whispered, “Yes.”
“You must speak up Agent, so that I can hear you clearly.”
“YES, YES, YES! Yes, it did turn me on, fuck, it turned me on so much!”
It seems to be a pattern with her handlers, screw up and let Yulia pay.How could he have seen through her so quickly?
That's a relief. Just what was planned.“’Do’ little Swallow? Well, first of all, I intend to use you for the purpose for which you were brought here, and enjoy myself doing so.
You have to respect the generosity of the British upper class!“I know I have already seen all you have to offer little swallow, but my men here haven’t and I intend to slowly unwrap you. You will be my gift to them, tonight.”
I love the way they plead!crowned with hard perky, pink nipples that just pleaded to feel his lips around them
Ditto!just begging to be pulled down further.
What is a manor house in Dartmoor without an old barn for torturing?Take her to the Old Barn.”
A man who has found his calling in life.“Agent Benson is ex-Military. Throughout his two tours of Afghanistan, he tortured more people than he cares to recall. But one thing is for sure, in so doing he developed a real sadistic penchant for seeing people suffer. Especially pretty young things like you, Agent Jelic.”
The very best kind of interrogation!“This is a kind of interrogation Agent Jelic, but it is one where no information is being sought. No questions are being asked of you. You are here purely for our pleasure …”
I had to look that up!vomited the derisory contents of her stomach onto the floor.
A man's gotta dream!Now there was a pause. No one spoke. Moore had said his piece, and he hoped she would see sense. Not only did he want this gorgeous girl as his own Agent, he was also desperate to enjoy her masochistic desires by installing her as his Mistress. A guilty, but very pleasurable, secret away from the domestic mundanity of his wife and children …
Thanks PrPr ... 'A break'? Possibly, but history suggests it could well get worse before it gets better ...Big surprise!
It seems to be a pattern with her handlers, screw up and let Yulia pay.
That's a relief. Just what was planned.
Excellent writing. But really Fossy. Can't Yulia ever catch a break?
Now THAT’s a machine!! OhhhhhhhhhhThe Secrets that we Keep (2)
Yulia’s Apartment, Charlotte Street, Fitzrovia, London W1T 1RJ
“You have done very well Ekaterina …” Comrade Colonel Tretykov was using her first name and so he must be pleased. “The target has been, how shall we say, taken out of the front line.”
Ekaterina had given the name of M-Tech, a Russian Microchip manufacturer based in St Petersburg, to Julian Sands, a Russian Agent who was operating as the Head of Derivatives at the London based Bank of Moscow.
“I am pleased Comrade Colonel.”
“As am I Agent Novikova, please continue to use Mr Sands as your conduit back to the Centre as your relationship with Roger Moore develops. If we need you to call us again, we will get a message and a new burner to you. Now please destroy the phone and SIM Card that you are using.”
That had been a short while ago, and she had indeed destroyed both the burner phone and the SIM Card, and so now she stood by the dining room table in her smart apartment in Charlotte Street. Moore seemed to own the place … he certainly paid for it, and visited her regularly. He had broken and turned her in the Old Barn (see Government Plaything) and now she was his Agent, feeding whatever information he gave her back to the Centre and sharing the secrets of the Motherland with MI6.
The dining table was neatly arranged. Dinner was prepared. Yulia, which was Ekaterina’s nom opérationnel, looked at the plate and admired her beautiful work. Culinary school during her training at the Academy had been worth it. She couldn't wait for Roger to taste her cooking, even though he never gave her compliments.
And now, hearing the buzzer sound, Yulia felt her heart leap into her throat as she answered the door. She was nibbling on her bottom lip and focusing on the ground between her feet as she waited for the man outside to enter her apartment.
The Head of MI6 beamed at her as he entered her home. He was on time for the meal, as per their arrangement. He was always on time.
"Hello my lover, your food is ready," she said, winding her arms around his neck. She knew that she must play her part well if she wanted to keep him happy and maintain the safety of her family. But he took hold of her delicate wrists in his grip, and, as his cordial tones turned into a growl, he said, "Is that all you care about?"
She froze. Then replied, “Well, food is the way to man’s heart I understand.”
"You're a clever girl," he said with a slight smile. "I'm starting to like you."
Roger leaned in and kissed her, and then headed towards the prepared table, leaving Yulia confused from the awkward encounter. She followed him to the dining room where they sat and ate.
The Third Bedroom at Yulia’s Charlotte Street Apartment.
The sound of powerful vibrations filled the room.
Yulia struggled and strained as another powerful orgasm rocked through her body. She convulsed, muscles flexing and lust-fuelled passion rushing through her.
She would have screamed, had she been able, but a bright red piece of rounded rubber obstructed her mouth and reduced her cries to a muffled whimper.
The third bedroom in this apartment was the one that her lover kept locked and only he had the key. This was not the first time she had been brought into this room, and Yulia knew that it contained the instruments of both her pain and pleasure, the very devices that entertained Roger Moore and kept his desire for fetish satiated.
She wasn't sure how long she had been here. The unending enduring of climax after climax had left her body weak and her mind fuzzy.
“Did you enjoy that Yulia?” Of course, the question remained entirely rhetorical because all the bound girl could do was grunt.
She attempted once again to fight her bonds but her efforts were resisted and she ceased trying, surrendering to her fate. The machine that was positioned behind her exposed pussy continued to do its work and she could feel another orgasm begin its ascent. With the rhythmic precision that only a machine could muster, the large black dildo continued its assault on her trapped body.
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The Agent’s legs were cramped and aching from being secured in the position she was in, limbs imprisoned between thick iron bars, chest down, legs spread out behind her, giving the machine ample access to her tender folds so that it could carry out its devilishly heinous work. The powerful vibrations that emanated from the device consumed her, she was sure that if she had not had something in her mouth to prevent it, her teeth might rattle out of her very head.
“You did well this week Yulia. Mister Sands reported back as we knew he would and the bait was taken.” MI6 knew exactly what went on in the office of Julian Sands because of the bugging device that Yulia had stuck under his desk. It was because could keep Mister Sands under close monitoring that the UK intelligence service left him in situ, meaning that they could control the channel back to the Moscow SVR Centre.
Each thrust of the machine sunk the long silicone shaft deep inside Yulia’s body, stimulating the sensitive nerve endings that lined the inside of her pussy, pressing hard against her g-spot. She had never experienced pleasure like this. So intense that it hurt as it rocked her body again and again. The helpless beauty twitched and shook as much as she could within the narrow range that her captivity allowed.
Yulia wasn't sure how much more she could handle, suspecting that too much more might exhaust her heart, the human body simply wasn't made to take this kind of overload! But she also knew that she could go on a long while yet. Whilst, in the here and now, the sensations being played out inside her might seem like the most intense stimulation ever, the Agent had she had suffered far worse.
Roger Moore smiled. He was still dressed in his suit, and although his groin bulged, he wasn’t touching himself in any way. He seemed to take his pleasure entirely from Yulia’s submission.
“So, Yulia …” Despite being bound, naked and constantly raped by this damnable fucking-machine, the poor girl sensed that she was about to be briefed on her next assignment … she was right.
“… the unrest in Belarus is becoming ever more intense …” Moore continued, “… We suspect that Russia is manipulating the actions of President Lukashenko, and that they are about to pressure him into further integration with the Federation. Most notably we understand that this could include a common currency controlled and issued by Moscow. This would have wide reaching ramifications and so we need to know the reality of what is happening.”
Agent Jelic squealed by way of response. She heard his words but the sensations were too great. Try as she might she could not fight it, she yearned for the vibrations to continue, for the mechanical cock to continue its intrusion into her body. She had never had sex like this, never experienced so many orgasms one after the other.”
“Haaghhhhplseeee!” Her hips rose to meet each perfectly timed thrust as the fucking machine continued its inexorable penetration with relentless perpetuity!.
The bright red ball gag kept the bound girl’s jaw wide open, a thick stream of drool continued to leak out of her mouth and pooled on the ground in front of her. She could grunt, and moan but nothing else. Her whole face ached from the unwelcome intrusion and she bit down again in frustration. Yulia was desperate to scream out in pleasure as another orgasm hit her but this stupid piece of rubber kept her muted.
Moore grinned down at the erotic spectacle before him. He had switched the machine into a lower gear, the vibrations softer and the thrusts spaced further apart. Instead of powering Yulia through one orgasm after another, now it was teasing her. Keeping her on the edge of her climax with a skill no human could ever muster. She moaned piteously, begging inside her mind for the machine to just make her cum … again. Her body ached with unsatiated pleasure.
All at once the vibrations shifted into overdrive and a powerful thrust practically lifted her from the bench with its force. Yulia screamed through her gag, the adrenalin rush forcing the cry out, and she convulsed in a seizure of pleasure. Time after time she felt the powerful release as the machine continued to screw her body relentlessly until the climax was over. But even as she momentarily hung limp and unresponsive, the machine did not stop …
To Be Continued …
That's the Ekaterina we know and love (to hurt)!she set the bag next to her bed and began to wriggle out of her clothes.
I have no doubt. However, what kind of a welcome is in doubt.you will be welcomed, have no doubts about that.”
This sounds very like a Seinfeld production of Rochelle, Rochelle ("a young girl's strange, erotic journey from Milan to Minsk").She was collected by a black Range Rover from Minsk Airport. The driver was sullen and drove with the shaded security glass raised
Amazing Fossy! How did you know about that budget motel in York, where I booked my last vacation on Cheap-vaca.com? Brings back fond memories of being held captive in the old, forgotten dungeon underneath the Minister! Good Times!Kat’s room is dirty and old, the mattress filthy, but it holds a certain amount of safety being within its walls.