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Underground United Global Defence Detention Centre, Docklands, London, UK

Handsome Russian born, Gabriel Malinov, secret agent for United Global Defence, softly closed the door of the detention room behind him and replaced his surgeon’s mask over his mouth. The confined space in the windowless room was filled with the breathless sounds of a handcuffed woman mewling against her leather ball gag as two suited men also wearing surgeon’s masks cut her summer dress away from her body.

Malinov’s tall figure was dressed immaculately in an expensive dark grey designer suit that clung to his lean athletic muscled body demonstrating its perfection. He dominated the small room with his presence as he folded his arms and stood watching the men finish the task he had set them when he had brought the woman in for questioning. He glanced at the long window on the back wall disguised as a mirror knowing his work was being viewed and nodded to those on the other side who could not be seen.

He watched one of the men slip the blade of the knife up underneath the strap of her flimsy white bra and cut it away with force before turning his attention to the straps over her shoulders. It was not the agent’s intention to frighten the woman into giving him the essential information he needed to save lives, it was more to persuade her. He knew she was no stranger to male dominance. Her terrorist boyfriend ensured she lived in a strict domestic discipline relationship and she was more than happy to be the obedient woman he needed both in the privacy of his bedroom and in front of his men. The scene of being stripped naked and punished during her interrogation was careful, safe, and well planned. She would not be hurt or experience anything she had not already been party to with her boyfriend. Instead, the interrogation would walk the boundaries between pleasure, pain and embarrassment and provoke an unexpected arousal and humiliation that would unravel his captive. Therein lay the chance she would betray the information while at the mercy of a more powerful dominant than her murderous boyfriend. Gabriel detested torture and didn’t find it an effective tool especially where female suspects were concerned. There were much better methods of getting what he wanted from them.

The agent pulled the bra away from her body allowing her small pert breasts to bounce and quiver free onto her chest. Paying them no admiring glances, the second agent moved his own knife up under the sides of her bikini panties, snapping the thin straps so that they dropped to the ground around her red and white sandal stilettos. With a loud horrified groan against the gag, she bent her head to stare at the tantalising neatly shaven triangle between her legs, her bright hazel eyes wide with shock. She struggled furiously to free her hands from behind her back so she could cover herself. The futile action and her reaction made Gabriel’s lips curl in a devilish smile. He had the woman right where he wanted her. Now to persuade her to reveal the truth.

He approached the men standing on either side of her, each holding one of her arms appearing unimpressed by her nakedness. They were handpicked for the task and gay.

“Remove the handcuffs and the gag. Hold her arms above her head,” he ordered in a firm voice betraying his Russian accent.

He stood before the woman’s smaller form as she fought the men the moment her hands were freed.

“Struggling will do you no good, Lana. Tell me where your boyfriend and the rest of the group are and where they are planning the attack. Then this will all be over,” he spoke in English.

Lana cursed and twisted her pretty features with disgust before spitting at him. Raising one dark eyebrow, Gabriel stepped out of the way to avoid it.

“Now. Now. That temper will not get you anywhere,” he told her in mocking tones while wagging his finger.

“Don’t talk to me like I am a child,” she shouted at him prompting Gabriel to roughly grip her chin and lean in close to her face. The agent lowered his surgeon’s mask.

“Why not when you behave like one.”

The Russian twisted Lana’s face roughly to one side and whispered in her ear.

“I know exactly how to persuade you to reveal the truth, kotyonok. I am very skilled at it.”

He felt her shiver as his breath caressed her ear. She closed her eyes, tightening her features for a second and then opened them again carving them with determination.

“You can torture me all you like, but I will not tell you anything.”

Malinov gave a small chuckle making her naked body visibly tremble. He moved even closer to her so this time, the neatly trimmed facial hair around his mouth and jawline seductively brushed against her pale cheek. He smiled triumphantly when he heard her gasp as they made physical contact.

“Oh, I think you will. I never give up.”

Gabriel swept his eyes over her body appreciating its female form and shape, the gentle slope of her hips and the swell of each breast. Simply because he could, he lightly brushed the backs of his fingers down the side of her body enjoying the softness of her pale skin. He heard her whimper and moan with surprised pleasure as he bent his head watching the progress of his hand along the curve of one breast and down the side of her stomach, allowing it to come to a rest on her hip.

“I think we should get started,” he said. “We will begin with an intimate examination to see what methods of persuasion will be most suitable for you. Then I will whip you and we can see how you feel after that,” he smiled, roughly letting go of her chin so her face jerked further to the side.

Gabriel replaced his mask around his mouth and walked to the side of the room to a medical trolley. He picked up some cream-colored latex gloves from it

“Lift her onto the table and hold her down,” he instructed.

“No. No. You can’t do this.”

The two men dragged Lana to a long table in the middle of the room and lifted her up onto it with her back resting on the cold, hard, shiny black surface. Gabriel snapped on the latex gloves and approached. The two men said nothing as they held Lana down by her shoulders, pinning her arms above her head on the table.

Gabriel bent over her and brushed her cheek with his latex covered finger while watching her struggle.

“Are you ready to tell me where Save the Planet are planning their terrorist attack? We know it is going to be today, here in London at the start of the Environmental conference but we don’t know where or exactly when. You are going to help us with that.”

“No fucking way. We are going to make a statement to the world about climate change. People will really sit up and listen after this.”

He continued stroking her cheek.

“I find it interesting you talk about Saving the Planet and how noble you are but you don’t care about anyone on it. Are you really prepared to kill innocent people just to get your message across? It seems to defeat your purpose and your cause. No one is going to support you after this.”

“They will. We have no choice. No one is listening to us. The planet is dying. Drastic measures are needed to make the world sit up and listen before it is too late. We plan to…”

“Yes, go on.”

“No way. I won’t fall for your tricks. I have said enough. You won’t get anything else out of me. Do your fucking worst.”

The Russian grinned down at her underneath his surgeon’s mask.

“So be it. But I guarantee you will be wanting to give me the information very soon.”

He turned his head to look down at her chest rising and falling quickly with anxiety and removed his finger from her cheek. The agent swept his eyes over her breasts and cupped both of them. He tightened his grip around them and painfully squeezed them hard, lifting them to force the globes back up her chest. Lana gave a small squeal that was quickly followed by a breathless moan when he repeated the action then clamped her mouth shut tight.

“Good, you have nice healthy breasts we can play with, he said tweaking the nipples painfully stretching them out as far as they would go before nipping at the ends. Lana gave another frustrated moan and whimpered as he did it again but still she did not say anything.

“Let’s see what we are dealing with in here.”

Gabriel moved down to her thighs and reached over to bend her leg and place her foot flat on the table as he peered over her vulva and did the same with the opposite limb. Then he used both hands to force them out to the sides and down so he could perform a pelvic examination. Something he had learned to do at Medical School and performed many times in his short life as a doctor before being recruited by GRU and then later United Global Defence.

Lana whimpered again when he carefully opened her vulva and gently pulled apart the outer labia to examine its intricate, delicacy in front of the other men and those watching behind the mirror to induce a feeling of embarrassment and powerlessness. To his surprise he found some signs of arousal glistening over her clit and around the lips. Still it wasn’t enough to ease the path of his fingers to test her channel to see how large a dildo she could take when he really turned up the torment.

“You have a very pretty vagina,” he said closing the lips before returning to the side of the room and the medical trolley to open a tub of lubricant that was placed next to three black rubber dildos of varying sizes, a speculum, needle, silken rope and other medical equipment. He dipped his middle finger into the tub and thickly coated its latex covering.

Returning to Lana he once more peeled back the layers of her vulva and without warning began to insert his finger inside her channel.

“Let me see what you can take in here,” he mused out loud feeling her body tense as he carefully pushed his digit up inside her. “Try to relax, Lana. Any time you want to talk to me please feel free to do so.”

“I won’t give them up. Do what the hell you want,” she snapped sounding breathless. He continued and noticed a short while later she was lifting her pelvis up to meet the push of his finger inside her.

Feeling the first signs of frustration creep inside his mind, conscious they were running out of time with the first conference meeting due to begin in an hour, he joined his middle finger with a second and thrust them hard up inside in one cruel motion, as far as he could get them, making her body jerk and her pelvis rise up from the table. She gave a startled cry but no protest as he wiggled his fingers inside her channel. Time to step things up. The Minister for the Environment was due to address a panel of international delegates, which the terrorist group had branded ineffective and liars, in an hour at the Guildhall and he needed to know where the suicide bombers were going to strike.

“Good. Turn her over,” he instructed the men, snapping off his gloves to drop them in a bin next to the medical trolley. He snapped on a new pair in front of her as the men manhandled her onto her front.

“I want her on all fours.”

The Russian agent picked up the silken rope and returned to the table where Lana was now being held in an all fours position. He wasted no time in leaning over her back to begin winding the rope tight around each small pert breast. Gabriel made sure he wound it tight around each mound so she would feel the blood pool in them and they were forced to bulge out of the small breathing space he allowed for them. Very soon her breasts would begin to feel extremely sensitive which would heighten the sensation when he flogged them. But first he had other plans for her.

He finished tying the rope behind her back listening to her pant with the uncomfortable tight feeling.

“We can stop this at any point, Lana, just give me the information I need so I can save those innocent people you are going to kill just to prove a point.”

Still nothing.

Gabriel picked up the tub of lubricant and dipped the fingers on one hand into the tub. Using only one hand he opened the crease of her small peachy rump and studied the small dark puckered hole. He circled the entrance with his wet fingers coating it liberally.

“Are you going to penetrate me there?”

It was the first time she had asked what he was going to do next. She didn’t sound very happy. Her voice was timid.

“Yes,” he said without compassion. “Do you want me to stop, Lana?”

She closed her mouth and lowered her head and eyes to the table. He raised an eyebrow and continued his work diligently applying the lubricant before beginning to ease his wet middle finger inside her as he gripped one buttock to hold her trembling body steady. He had no intention of hurting the girl. He simply wanted her to realise he was the dominating force in the room she needed to obey. Gabriel heard her reach for her breath when he stretched his middle finger up inside her. It felt constricted and he was convinced she had never been mounted there. He was surprised

“That’s it, breathe and get used to it. I may decide to insert something much larger than my finger soon,” he warned.

Finally, his finger was embedded and he was free to push at the sides of the cavity to force it to stretch and prepare for whatever he decided to insert inside her body. After a small amount of time passed, he removed his digit and walked to another smaller table next to the medical trolley on which had been placed, a paddle, riding crop and a flogger. None of them appeared appropriate.

Gabriel unbuckled his designer black leather belt on his trousers and noticed Lana turn to look at him, shocked when she heard him pull it out quickly from the belt loops.

“How much pain from a belt whipping, can you take, Lana?” he asked.

“It won’t be my first time,” she hissed with contempt staring at the belt as he folded it over and flexed it.

“Perhaps not, but it will be the first one you have received one from me and every experience of pain is different.”

Gabriel walked back to the table and circled the entrance to her anus with his finger once more before inserting it again and thrusting it hard inside as far as he could reach. Again, Lana’s body jerked and tried to rear despite her pants of need clearly audible around the room as the men holding her arms at the front kept her still.

“Good girl. Stay still.”

Standing to her side, Gabriel kept his latex covered middle finger in her anus to the hilt and raised his belt and brought it crashing down on one tender buttock with calculated force. Normally when spanking or whipping a woman, he would make the first strike softer than the rest to get her acclimatised to the sensation but he didn’t have time to be considerate. The message needed to be rammed home quick, sharp and to the point. Lana’s cry echoed loudly but the second thwack of his makeshift whip was already raining down on her opposite butt cheek forcing it to colour hot pink to match the first.

By the time he’d penetrated her with a second finger to join the first and lashed the belt over her small posterior for the eleventh time, Lana’s light crying had grown into sobs but she would still not give in. He struck the belt over the fragile pale skin lining the backs of her thighs over and over again with a practiced even stroke but the woman would still not break her silence.

Finding his temper begin to rile, he threw his belt to the floor and peered between her legs to view her pussy. She was soaking wet and clearly highly aroused but still not budging. He would have to take it further.

“Stand her up now.”

Lana was on her feet so fast it must have made her head spin.

“Secure her arms above her on the hook and collar her.”

The men assisting placed leather cuffs around her wrists and attached a chain through the loops on them. They secured the chains on a special hook hanging down from the ceiling in front of the mirror and pulled to tighten them forcing Lana up onto her tiptoes.

While they finished their work, Gabriel selected a flogger from three. He stood behind her at an appropriate distance and raised the flogger. Lana’s eyes were wide as she stared at the mirror.

“They are watching behind there, aren’t they?” She panted, staring directly at it and then glancing at the cameras observing her in the four corners of the room.

“Yes.”

“I won’t give in,” she shouted at the mirror. “No way.”

“You will,” Gabriel said with determination raising the flogger to slap the leather strips expertly around the front of her body catching both her breast and the dark plum coloured nipple made erect from the rope forcing it to bulge out. He watched Lana stare at the mirror captivated by her own startled facial reaction as the leather strands erotically covered her breast in its entirety, shielding it from view, as it struck.

The strands of leather slid away from her body like water. Using his left hand, Gabriel diligently applied the same technique to the second breast with equal strength forcing a yelp from Lana’s lips. Lana teetered on her tiptoes and tried to swing on her bonds to avoid the strikes across her tender breasts as he swapped the flogger from hand to hand but the Russian would never allow her to escape.

As he slid the flogger away from one breast, the agent asked her again, “Are you ready to talk?”

With a sob, she shook her head prompting him to make the next four strikes a little harder than the last. He needed to go further.

Gabriel applied the last strike and put the flogger back down on the table. He turned to one of the men.

“Bring in the cage and I will need an enema prepared.” He ordered the second man, “Put her back on the table at the bottom end on all fours.”