A Terrible Vengeance (5)
In the basement of the Zima Russian Restaurant, Soho London
“Wake her” the words were clear and unambiguous from Andreytov as his eyes gazed at the naked body of Grace Miller slumped in the corner.
A small vial of ammonium carbonate was wafted under the girl's nose and her eyes flickered open.
“What … where …” She was overwhelmingly confused as the dim light of the basement opened itself out to her wider vision.
“Welcome back Miss Miller.” The man’s words were not said in a kindly manner, heavily accented, Russian … and then she remembered. Dimitriev … stripped … beaten … raped …
And now …
More men … five of them, and on the table …
Was that Kat? What had they done to her? Was she dead?
Seeing Special Agent Miller’s pained expression, Andreytov spoke again. “Yes, it is her, your friend … Ekaterina Novikova, the traitorous bitch. Your boss is happy for both of you to disappear, and so he gave you to me in return for, well, in return for not very much at all to be quite honest. It seems you were both worth very little to him.”
“You bastard,” Grace whispered, feeling her wrists cuffed, knowing that she was helpless …
“And no, Ekaterina is not dead … not yet.” The SVR Officer added.
MI6 SIS Building, Lambeth, London, UK
The atmosphere in the room was heavy as Marcus Devonshire swiped the button on the recorder. Around the conference table sat key individuals from the MI6 Management Team and a number of the captured girls’ colleagues. Major Jason Underhill was noticeable by his absence, although he had been called home from his assignment. Devonshire had spoken with him personally earlier that day to share with him the grave news regarding Ekaterina's disappearance.
“… Marcus Devonshire …” The words from the device began in their monotonic, obfuscated style. We have your Agent along with your former Agent as our captives. You will never see them again. We want nothing in return so there is no negotiation, we just wanted you to know what their fate will be, which I think you can most probably imagine.”
The short recording ended and the room remained earnestly silent.
“So, Ladies and Gentlemen,” Devonshire spoke. “… We believe this is from the SVR, the Russians, though it could be Taliban, or Belarusian or …”
“So, we don’t really know, Sir?” A voice cut in.
Devonshire cast his eyes downwards, “No, we don’t I’m afraid. We had no chatter, no intel forewarning us, and overnight Special Agent Miller and former Special Agent Novikova simply disappeared.”
There was a pause during which the silence became deafening, before the head of MI6 spoke again. “It is for this reason that I have regrettably reduced the search for theses girls to a minimum given the nature of our current scarce resources. For the first time in a very long time, we do not know which way to turn in order to recover our ‘lost’ assets.”
Devonshire tarried again in his narrative, before adding, “That is all for today. I will of course keep you fully apprised of any developments … good, or bad.”
He watched the room clear and sat down with a satisfied smirk on his face, before pouring himself a whisky. He had sold Novikova out and sanctioned the abduction of Miller, and so now finally he would be rid of his Achilles heel, the bitches who blamed him for Roger Moore’s demise along with the kidnapping and rape of his daughter Sophia … even though they were right.
He knew exactly where Miller and Novikova were being held and would do all he could to deflect MI6 intelligence away from the restaurant in Soho. He sincerely hoped never to see those two meddling cunts ever again!
In the basement of the Zima Russian Restaurant, Soho London
Grace Miller had been un-cuffed and, with her heavily chafed wrists re-secured behind her back, dragged to where her unconscious friend lay bound and lifeless.
“Kat, what have they done to you …?”
“Do you like her body Miss Miller,” Andreytov spoke in sardonic tones as he lit up a cigarette, making sure to blow the smoke from his first drag in Grace’s direction causing her to cough and splutter.
“See her scars, see how they zig-zag over her skin, red and pink, some beautifully raised, others sensually deep and some shallow.”
“Nggguhhhh …” Grace grunted as she felt her body pushed over the table so that her breasts and upper torso rested upon her friends spread eagled body, her hands remaining cuffed behind her back. Grace’s face was at the juncture of Kat’s thighs … clearly by design.”
Andreytov took the cigarette from his mouth and flicked the ash onto the floor so that the tip glowed a bright and searingly hot yellow.
“I wonder how sensitive her old scars are? Shall we find out?”
“Ohhhhhhhh!” Grace’s hips were gripped and she felt the swollen head of an erect cock pushing at her slit from behind.
“No, oh God, no don’t …”
But he did.
“Fuckkkkkk!” Grace cried out as she was opened up fully by the hard, penetrating thrust, whilst at the same time Andreytov dragged his burning cigarette over Kat’s scarred breasts, making sure to leave dirty ash marks across each welt marked nipple.
Ekaterina groaned as the pain infused her dulled senses and she squirmed on the wooden surface. Grace Miller squirmed too, equally as much, as once again she was brutally raped.
Andreytov’s venomous cigarette continued its trail of burning agony down and over Kat’s stomach and onto her abdomen, by which time the hapless girl was fully roused back into a conscious and lucid state.
“Aiiiiiiiiiiiii! What the fuck are you … ohhhhhhhhh please, oh my God, please help me …” Kat cried, and then gasped as she saw Grace bent over her legs …
“Grace, ohhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk … aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!”
The sadistic Russian was now in his element. The dark-haired cunt was being raped over her friend’s body whilst the spread-eagled blonde bitch was available once more to him as a canvas upon which he could inflict his perverted and atrocious desires.
Kat pushed upwards away from the table as much as her bondage and the weight of Grace's body would allow. It was the only way for her to writhe, but that simply provided the Russian monster with easier access to her denuded form.
Then a tight grip wrapped itself around the back of Grace’s neck and forced her head between Kat’s thighs.
“Make her cum you little cunt, and the quicker you do that, the sooner I stop burning her!”
Special Agent Miller moaned as she felt the ejaculation spurt forth deep inside her body and the responsible cock slide out of her pussy, before, and without respite, another hard shaft forced its way inside her … and then Kat yelled as the glowing burning tip of the cigarette was pressed directly into her shaven mound.
Grace poked out her tongue and began to lick.
To Be Continued …
