“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,”