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Adrian Richardson slowly came back to reality with a bump. His eyes felt heavy and his mouth was dry. Had he been given a truth serum? And if so had he talked? He found himself tied naked and hoisted in the air to a square steel apparatus. The British secret agent who had been assigned to investigate the capture of American spy pilot Francis Gary Powers had been arrested by Communist East German Stasi and then handed over to the Soviet authorities. The thirty year old had been secured by leather straps around his ankles and wrists and his body was facing the ceiling. The steel bondage sling was six feet high, five feet long and three feet deep and constructed into a four point stand. He hung suspended three feet up from the cold stone floor with his arms above his head and his legs bent at the knee and splayed out.
“Awake again, 002?”
Mistress Zena, special interrogator for Krushchev himself tottered around the struggling spy in just a black satin bra, panties and sheer black stockings. Her skyscraper stiletto heels clattered on the floor as she spoke. He lifted his head painfully onto his chest and looked into her stern face with the mascara covered eyelids and severe ponytail.
“Nothing makes me feel more powerful than to see a virile man with his legs spread out to show me his little puckered hole. Anything to say on the subject of Anglo/ American espionage activities. 002?”
She referred to his numerical designation as a member of the elite section of field operatives in SIS that gave him a licence to kill. The so called ‘Double O’ section. Richardson had been trained to resist any attempts of torture but this was something else. He had heard of the term ‘Sexpionage’ but had not contemplated being the subject of the phenomenon. It had been rumoured in London that a sexpionage school existed in Kazan, just east of Moscow, but very little was known about it. As he listened to the click clack of the KGB seductress he wondered what to expect next. The sound of her high heels seemed to heighten the sense of his repression. The previous session had seen him beaten with a crop, now he craned his neck to see Zena attaching an eight inch rubber dildo to an attachment in front of her hip belt.
“Anything to say on the subject of the American spy Powers?”
002 had arrived in Berlin in the heat of Summer and immediately hired a taxi to take him into the East Section. As indiscreet as he was, dressed in a grey mackintosh and horn rimmed glasses, he had been picked up on the KGB radar within a matter of hours. The shabby cab had no air conditioning and Richardson was glad to escape the stifling air inside. He handed the German driver the correct fare plus a few extra Marks and slung his bag over his left shoulder. Briefed by MI6 chief ‘M’ only the day before on the subject of captured CIA spy pilot named Powers he had been given instructions to meet up with counterintelligence official Brondt. Alas, Brondt had been swayed to the Red side of the Cold War and had betrayed Richardson to the Stasi, the so called State Security force of ardahan escort the GDR. It should have been no surprise to realise that so many West Germans were turning traitor. The Iron Curtain was getting higher.
“Nothing…nothing to say.”
In a panic the British agent squirmed and the sling moved to and fro in the air. Zena sighed audibly as she lubricated his butthole.
“So, that is the way you want it. I can use you anyway I choose and there is not a thing you can do about it.”
The dominatrix continued to finger his anus and oiled her middle digit in the process. It was an ingenious device to hold someone captive and yet let the captor have access to so many points of vulnerability.
“Hmm, tight. This may be quite enjoyable.”
“Surely you don’t intend to…OH!”
Zena put the tapered end of the dildo to his asshole and pushed it in. She blew air in frustration aa she pushed and shoved.
“If I cannot get all of this in then you are useless to me. And I shall have to dispose of you. Do you understand?”
Richardson grimaced in acute embarrassment as she followed through and the black sex toy gradually, but assuredly, vanished into his sphincter. Is this what happened to Powers? What kind of sick animals were these Soviets?
“Relax, 002. Open up, ah, that’s much better. There we go.”
Mistress Zena hung onto his leg straps as she gyrated her pelvis so that the dildo entered him in a corkscrew fashion.
“You pathetic worm! It makes me smile to see the decadent British secret agent wiggle on my big cock.”
She began with a series of slow, short strokes and each inward thrust jolted his helpless body.
“Ah, you’re getting hard.”
True enough Richardson had to admit that the harder he was ass fucked, the harder his erection became. He experienced no pain only humiliation as she pushed deeper inside. The buxom brunette paused with the dildo virtually fully inserted all the way and leaned forward to smack his hard on with the back of her hand. The valiant spy groaned at the physical contact on his organ and it pulsed when she placed his shaft in the palm of her hand. With her other she drew up a metal chair and placed her right heel on it and used the acute angle to pound his ass.
“Will you look at this? You’re all stretched out. Who is the cock, and who is the cunt?”
As the sadistic woman continued the gross parody of intercourse the sweat poured from every pore in his suspended body. The dominant Russian was manipulating and controlling his entire body and he was enjoying it! Her stocking clad left leg slapped the back of his upturned butt and her right heel rocked on the chair. She continued to push in until the false cock was buried inside of him and her lower body fit snugly to his backside. Zena felt her own excitement and her building arousal caused her to increase the rate of her thrusts.
“You like that, my little decadent bitch? Feel like a woman fucking your man cunt?”
Adrian looked up to see her hefty tits adıyaman escort swaying in her satin bra as she tugged his cock. The tone in her voice was mocking as she wanked him hard and pulled the dildo from his gaping asshole, giving his prostate a welcome respite.
“I’m going to make you cry until you beg me to bring you off. Do you have any information you might like to share?”
“No,” he said in a whisper as she let his aching cock slap back to his belly.
“I’ll have you scream for me to suck your cock. Will you? Say you want me to. Say it!”
His erection was then spanked several times so that it bobbed back and forth like a upturned pendulum. Adrian turned his face to hers and looked into the heavy lids made up with mascara with a growing anticipation. What he saw next was truly bizarre. Mistress Zena had a mask of some sort and had placed it on the front of her face and tied at the back of her ponytail. Then she fitted a five inch dildo to a harness in the middle of the mask where it roughly aligned with her mouth.
“Here’s fun.”
The sadistic witch came to where his head drooped back in the sling and smacked his face hard. As his jaw hung open she inserted the face toy inside his mouth and began to grind her hips in a grotesque sort of face fuck. As 002 gagged and drooled his cock was gripped in both of her hands and he was masturbated whilst face fucked. They moved together as Zena rammed the dildo down his throat and jerked his rigid pole. He felt the smoothness of her thighs against his head as she mashed the dildo into his mouth. He had no idea of time and how long he had endured the humiliation but he felt close to orgasm the more he was stroked by the Russian woman’s busy fists. Zena could feel his throbbing organ pulse and recognised his approaching climax. She pulled out from his mouth and he coughed and spluttered in his binds.
“Oh, were you ready?”
He was left on the cusp of am orgasm as she again denied him blessed relief. His balls rose and fell as he whined softly and felt his spit on his chin. How much longer could he hold out?
“I am happy to give you what you need, just so long as you give me what I need. Do we understand each other?”
As she spoke she discarded the face mask and worked his erection, pumping the thick shaft from the base to where the glans flared out. Each and every welcome stroke of her slender fingers made him gasp with a guilty pleasure. As she picked up the pace Adrian felt that sublime tingle in his shaft as the sperm began to rise. His fists clenched and his toes curled as he willed himself to cum. Then she opened the palm of her hand and denied him once more.
“GOD!”
“Sorry, 002. Did you speak?”
The tortured spy held his erection although the cum in his member receded back down. DAMN! This woman knew her stuff.
“Look at me.”
Mistress Zena had removed her underwear and stood naked except for her nylon sheathed legs and heels. As she stood beside him she rubbed her moist slit with the fingers karabük escort of her right hand.
“I am simply dripping wet. I need a big cock inside me so badly. Pity it won’t be yours.”
Adrian looked on, unable to turn his head despite the cruel consequences. Her heels were planted wide and her provocative hips undulated as she frigged herself at speed. Two fingers were shoved in her cunt as deep as they could go and her penetrating eyes locked on his as he stared right back at her.
“Can you see how hard my nipples are?”
He had a clear view of her masturbating and saw her middle finger bend up as she searched for her g-spot.
“I think I’m going to cum. All this teasing isn’t good for a girl.”
Zena bent at the knees and supported herself on Adrian’s sling with her free hand as she strummed her damp cunt with lewd slurping sounds.
“Please…”
“What?”
“Please…I want to cum.”
“Will you cooperate?”
002 nodded feebly in abject surrender as Zena put her hand on his hot knob. She soon picked up the pace and the British secret agent found himself at the edge of a blessed orgasm again.
“Good. You will never soy on the glorious Motherland or anyone else again. Now cum! Cum for me!” Said the stark naked interrogator and he yelped in his hung state and exploded in her fist.
His entire body shook and leaked perspiration as he was pumped hard. Spurt after spurt after spurt erupted into the air and on her hand as the pent up tension was released and he dribbled semen down his front. Zena wiped herself on his left thigh as she straightened up.
“This has been good. I shall return soon and we can discuss many things. Then, maybe, we fuck.”
Adrian swore as the realisation of his ignominy set in. Not only had he agreed to divulge important information to the enemy but he had uncovered a latent tendency for masochism. The evil dominatrix returned later and Adrian was freed from his suspension and he gladly sat in a metal chair. He looked hard then at Mistress Zena who was stark naked and covered in what appeared to him to be baby oil.
“First, I’m going to sit on your cock and pleasure myself. And then we shall get down to the business of revealing all you know. It’s good you came to your sense, 002. I like your cock. Not bad for a non Soviet.”
The raven haired female pursed her crimson lips and her big bosom heaved on her oiled chest. Under the light her naked body glistened and the feminine curves if her hips and meaty thighs were highlighted. Adrian, although thoroughly exhausted and sporting a sore anus, summoned up all the strength he had as the vile creature held his half erection in her hand.
“I’m just dying to suck it and fuck it.”
She jerked her fist back and forth on his hardening shaft and was just about to plunge down when he lashed out. Adrian caught the bitch across her open jaw which, in this vulnerable state broke easily. As she screamed in agony he threw a hard right and sent her onto her bare rump. With her body exposed and her legs flung out Adrian brought the heel of his left foot into her crotch and smiled as he heard small bones crack. His body was weary from two days of rough treatment but he had the stamina to wrap his right arm around her neck and tighten his hold until he choked her to death. As he looked down at the broken woman by his feet he knew he had just signed his own death warrant.
END