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.”
Chapter 4
Gabriel Malinov charged into the Tube station at the height of the rush hour on a hot sunny morning in London. A large crowd was coming up the escalators signalling that a tube had just come in. He pushed past them and ran down the escalator. Taking advantage of his powerful strength, he jumped over the barrier and used his tall height to his advantage to see over the throng of people moving down. She had to be there. He’d seen her run in. Got you. Don’t go anywhere.
The journalist was stepping off the escalator at the bottom. Gabriel pushed through the crowd trying to run down the escalator but it was covered in a sea of passengers who were more than reluctant to move and appreciate his urgency. She was getting away. He checked the small curved form of the journalist once more thinking how much thinner and fragile she looked compared to the photograph he had been shown of her. He liked her with a little more weight on those curves but then what did he expect after she’d spent the summer living undercover in Europe’s notorious refugee camp. He’d been told she was suffering from malnutrition and nervous exhaustion yet here she was still carrying on, putting her life at risk.
He glanced to the right. Two men in dark cheap suits unlike the quality of his designer tailor-made one emerged from one of the tunnel walkways and started following her. They were closer to her than Gabriel. If he didn’t reach her soon there would be a bullet in her back and he would have failed to protect the witness.
Appearing blissfully unaware of the men pursuing her the young pretty blonde journalist walked towards the platform, Gabriel stepped off the escalator and picked up his pace becoming a little rougher, pushing passengers out of the way to reach her. A tinny disembodied voice announced the imminent arrival of a tube. Too late, the damn train was coming in and the suits were just about on top of her.
Gabriel barged through a couple holding hands praying he would take hold of her before the train arrived. But his luck was running out fast. Just before he reached the end of the tunnel walkway, a third suit stepped in front of him and swung a punch at Gabriel’s face. He quickly raised his arm to block it and deliver a hard blow to the man’s stomach. The man groaned loudly and bent double. The crowd of passengers were in an uproar and panic. They scattered and ran out, clearing a path for the other two assailants to reach the platform where she waited for the train.
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