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The Russian United Global Defence’s agent instructions were quickly obeyed and Lana suddenly found herself facing an open cage just big enough to hold a woman of her size. Gabriel hovered over her and touched her damp cheek again,

“Are you sure you aren’t ready to talk yet, Lana? I know you are heavily aroused. You must be aching for release,” he asked with sarcastic humour, glancing down to admire her light rosy breasts coloured from the flogging, still confined in their small breathing space by the rope he had wound around her chest.

“No. I won’t betray them.”

With a sigh, the Russian took hold of Lana’s pony tail and twisted it around his fist. Giving it a firm tug he made her move forwards.

“Crawl across the table to the cage.”

“No. I don’t want to go in there.”

He pulled her hair again and with a sob she began to crawl towards the cage.

“I hear you hate small places, Lana.”

“It looks like it is made for chickens. I won’t fit in there.”

“Yes, you will.”

The agent encountered some resistance from the woman when she reached the entrance to the steel cage made up of small windows of steel bars. She was right, it did look as though it were made to carry chickens, he mused.

“In you go,” he said giving her bottom a push.

Panting, Lana shuffled into the small confined space. Gabriel quickly closed the door behind her noting with satisfaction that her ankles were perfectly positioned under her bottom and in the metal spreader bar built into the cage. He locked the door and slipped his hands through the bars and snapped the steel cuffs closed around her ankles. He did the same with the bar at the front that locked her wrists in place. To finish and make her helplessness more acute, he attached the small chain in the cage to her collar to keep her head up and facing straight ahead. This way she could see nothing that was going on behind her. Lana whimpered but he said no more to her. He had every confidence she was close to giving her senseless protest up.

Peering between her thighs to her pussy, he was amused to find her labia even more wet and the insides of her thighs coated with her juice. She might be afraid but a large part of her was aroused.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked trying in vain to turn her head toward him, as he picked up one of the large dildos and lubricated it with the latex gloved hand he had not used to penetrate her anus.

Gabriel ignored her and remained silent. This was his last chance to get through to her. They had less than half an hour left before the conference was to start. Lives would be lost if he didn’t get the information and he was damned if he was going to let that happen.

Returning to the cage he swivelled it on the table so the end faced the mirror and the side so he could gain better access to her bottom. Pushing the large dildo through the bars, he clasped her bottom and pressed the tip of the black rubber cock to the opening of her pussy, beginning to gently insert it.

“This is very big and is going to stretch you a lot. It will feel a little uncomfortable at first but I am confident you can take the full twelve inches,” he told her.

She whimpered and moaned as he pushed it more firmly to embed the long wide length into the small confined space of her pussy, stretching it to the max as he did so. He had just about finished feeding the full length inside her channel when one of the men re-entered the room pushing in a stand with a bag filled with warm water hooked onto it and a tube descending.

“Now, let’s get this enema done and you can tell me how you are feeling after that. Perhaps you will want to talk then.”

“No, you can’t do this.”

“Yes, I can. I have told you already. I can do anything I want to you. So, if you do not want to talk and give me the information I need, it is time to hush and obey.”

The agent changed his latex gloves for the third time and reached through the bars to open Lana’s buttocks once more to lubricate the small hole. He took hold of the tube and began carefully driving it into her anus. Mewling sounds escaped Lana’s lips and he was surprised to hear some unexpected gasps of pleasure.

It did not take long for him to feed the tubing along her channel. Turning to the nozzle he opened it, allowing the warm water to flow down the tube into her rectum. Lana gave a shriek as the water flowed freely inside her body. Gabriel reached through the cage underneath her to hold her abdomen enjoying the way the confined water made it swell to a pregnant size. He massaged it making sure the water moved without hindrance. When it was emptied into the colon, the agent turned off the nozzle and removed the enema tube

“Hold the water,” he instructed.

She was panting and whimpering again.

“I feel so full.”

“You will.”

“I can’t. I can’t.”

One of the two men waiting for instructions handed the agent a lubricated steel butt plug which Gabriel immediately placed in Lana’s anus to secure the water.

He returned his hand to her stomach and rubbed it while he slipped his other hand to her pussy, smiling underneath his mask at having found it so wet. He caressed it lightly and played with her clit around the dildo.

“How are you feeling?” he asked gently.

“My stomach feels so uncomfortable.”

“It will.”

“My stomach is cramping and I have this uncontrollable urge to release the water. You have to let me.”

“And how does it feel here?” he asked pinching her clit.

“I don’t know.”

“You are very aroused.”

“Please let me release. I can’t take it anymore. Please. Let me out.”

“When you tell me what I need to know and not before.”

“My stomach…”

She groaned loudly as he caressed the wet folds of her pussy and moved the rubber cock back and forth inside her channel.

“You don’t know whether to feel pleasure or pain, do you?”

Lana moaned and begged.

“I can’t take anymore. I am going to come and lose control. You can’t do this to me in front of everyone. Please, please.”

He chuckled.

“Tell me.”

She shook the cage trying to move and free herself and growled. Gabriel caressed her vulva rubbing his latex covered fingers back and forth in her heavy wetness and pumped the cock in and out of her harder until she bucked helplessly in the cage.

“I can’t…”

“Tell me.”

“I am coming.”

With a scream Lana climaxed, tormented by pleasure and pain and as she did she shouted out the information.

“There are three men with suicide vests on. One is Charles Taylor. He works for the Minister. The other two are in the audience. They will already be in place.”

“Good girl,” the agent soothed patting her sore bottom as her climax ceased and she slumped.

He nodded at the mirror, knowing agents were already on the way to avert the bombing.

“Get her out of the cage and to a bathroom. Then she will need aftercare,” he told the men taking off his latex gloves and surgeon’s mask to toss them onto the table with a sense of job satisfaction and relief. He picked up his belt and replaced it.

“That was very impressive,” Claire Brody, the London head of United Global Defence stepped into the room.

He nodded to the attractive older woman and checked his attire. She swept her eyes lustfully from his fashionably styled short dark brown hair flecked with blond down to his feet and spoke again.

“I always like watching you work but I am afraid there is no time for rest. I have another job for you.”