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The Black Dolphin (2) – Induction Part 2
This story is told, in the main, as a narrative in the words of Special Agent Ekaterina Novikova
Penal colony № 6 Federal Penitentiary Service of Russia in Orenburg region of Russia, 1,478 kilometres southeast of Moscow - Black Dolphin Prison, Orenburg Oblast, Russia
“Look at those scars, this bitch likes it!”
I ignored the comment … water off a duck’s back.
Yezhov stepped in front of me.
"This is your exercise for tonight.” His gaze turned to the beast of a male inmate staring at me. “The two of you will fight until the other is unable to stand.”
I shook my head, incredulity uppermost in my mind. I was trained to fight but this huge beast, already baring half his body at me, was just too much.
“If you win you get to return to your cell. If you lose then you will spend the night with us. Do I make myself clear Prisoner Novikova?"
I was too shocked to reply.
“Yebat' igrushka (Fuck Toy)!” The brute screams at me. The smell of his sweat is already drifting into my nostrils. I struggle to swallow. He stands in the middle of the small circle gathered around us, and I can see clearly the outline of his large body. Two staring eyes are firmly fixed on my exposed nipples. A fleshy tongue slides back and forth through the gap in his teeth as he licks the sweat from his lips and begins to rub his groin, rocking his hips and he yells at me again.
“Fuck toy!”
Then he stops abruptly, moving his gaze from my breasts to my face. The situation was so ludicrous that I failed to react when my opponent suddenly stepped forward and, without warning, jabbed his fist into my stomach with all of his strength. My lungs emptied in one huge gasp and I sank to my knees. My arms closed around my middle, and time slowed in its motion. I watched as this semi-naked monster’s foot rose from the ground and kicked me under the chin, driving my head back, leaving me sprawled on the ground, dazed.
I was vaguely aware of the guards yelling and cheering as I dragged myself back into the here and now, rolled over on my stomach and tried to gather myself together. I felt the man's body fall on top of me and his arms close around my neck. His grip closed in, tighter, restricting … constricting … he was choking me. His long, unkempt hair brushed my face and I could feel his breath against my cheek. With what little strength I had left I leveraged the top of my head under his chin and pushed upwards with whatever force I could muster. He grunted and let me go, enabling me to spin my body around into a crouch, ready to defend myself.
The Priory Rehabilitation Hospital, Southampton, England
“How is she?” Roger Moore looked through the glass at Grace laying asleep in the hospital bed.
The attending Doctor standing by his side took a deep breath. “She’s been through a lot.”
“That’s not what I asked,” came the curt response for the Head of MI6, his focus remaining on Agent Miller.
The Doctor nodded. “She’s doing fine on the outside. Physically she was cut and bruised, and she had lesions around her anus and a small vaginal tear, but those will heal quickly.”
Now it was Moore’s turn to nod. “But …” he added.
“But … she had been fed large doses of liquid cocaine, and was already building a dependence on it … “
“After just a few days?”
“It can happen Mister Moore, especially if the subject is experiencing a high level of trauma in real life.”
“So, what’s the plan Doctor Javid?” As he said this Moore’s eyes looked towards the soft manacles securing Miller to the raised metal bed sides.
“We will keep her under observation for now. Her injuries have already been treated and at the moment we are administering a much smaller dosage of the drug twice a day.”
“You’re still giving her cocaine?”
“We are. Total Cold Turkey could be very damaging for Miss Miller in her fragile condition. She will come off the drug gradually over the next week or two.”
The Doctor saw the worried expression on Moore’s face. “Don’t worry,” he added, “… we have a lot of experience managing this type of situation.”
Moore nodded. He knew that aspects of his private life, his fetishes, his lack of domestic empathy left a lot to be desired, but he loved his job and he especially cared about the welfare of his Agents.
“She will get better Doctor … I am holding you personally responsible.” These were Moore’s parting words.
Black Dolphin Prison, Orenburg Oblast, Russia
I had toppled him, and now we faced one another sweating in the hot night air looking for an advantage. If these bastards thought this would be a walk over for Mister Beast-man, then I was determined to make them think again.
Officer Yezhov, clearly unhappy with the lack of action, pushed me forward suddenly and I found myself grappling with the brute, my arms wrapped around his large, muscular torso. Our bodies pressed together as I struggled pitifully in an attempt to throw him down. One of his hands came up and gripped my left breast, squeezing and pinching my nipple until I cried out, causing me to release my hold on him.
Again, he swung his fist and this time connected with my chin. Suddenly everything was blurry and I felt myself falling despite my concerted effort to remain standing. Another blow to my stomach drove the wind from my lungs for a second time and I lay on the ground, writhing in pain and gasping for air. In a second, the man was on top of me, legs astride my body, pounding his fist into my me until I was barely conscious. I was only hazily aware of the guards pulling him away from me while I lay helpless on the ground.
I had lost.
How long I lay there, I do not know. I was brought around when a bucket full of water crashed into my face, and I slowly looked up coughing and spluttering. The voyeuristic guards and my conqueror, were standing in a circle around me. I could see the lust fuelled leers in each lascivious gaze, and realised that the fight I had just lost was only the beginning of my torment for the night.
To Be Continued ...
This story is told, in the main, as a narrative in the words of Special Agent Ekaterina Novikova
Penal colony № 6 Federal Penitentiary Service of Russia in Orenburg region of Russia, 1,478 kilometres southeast of Moscow - Black Dolphin Prison, Orenburg Oblast, Russia
“Look at those scars, this bitch likes it!”
I ignored the comment … water off a duck’s back.
Yezhov stepped in front of me.
"This is your exercise for tonight.” His gaze turned to the beast of a male inmate staring at me. “The two of you will fight until the other is unable to stand.”
I shook my head, incredulity uppermost in my mind. I was trained to fight but this huge beast, already baring half his body at me, was just too much.
“If you win you get to return to your cell. If you lose then you will spend the night with us. Do I make myself clear Prisoner Novikova?"
I was too shocked to reply.
“Yebat' igrushka (Fuck Toy)!” The brute screams at me. The smell of his sweat is already drifting into my nostrils. I struggle to swallow. He stands in the middle of the small circle gathered around us, and I can see clearly the outline of his large body. Two staring eyes are firmly fixed on my exposed nipples. A fleshy tongue slides back and forth through the gap in his teeth as he licks the sweat from his lips and begins to rub his groin, rocking his hips and he yells at me again.
“Fuck toy!”
Then he stops abruptly, moving his gaze from my breasts to my face. The situation was so ludicrous that I failed to react when my opponent suddenly stepped forward and, without warning, jabbed his fist into my stomach with all of his strength. My lungs emptied in one huge gasp and I sank to my knees. My arms closed around my middle, and time slowed in its motion. I watched as this semi-naked monster’s foot rose from the ground and kicked me under the chin, driving my head back, leaving me sprawled on the ground, dazed.
I was vaguely aware of the guards yelling and cheering as I dragged myself back into the here and now, rolled over on my stomach and tried to gather myself together. I felt the man's body fall on top of me and his arms close around my neck. His grip closed in, tighter, restricting … constricting … he was choking me. His long, unkempt hair brushed my face and I could feel his breath against my cheek. With what little strength I had left I leveraged the top of my head under his chin and pushed upwards with whatever force I could muster. He grunted and let me go, enabling me to spin my body around into a crouch, ready to defend myself.
The Priory Rehabilitation Hospital, Southampton, England
“How is she?” Roger Moore looked through the glass at Grace laying asleep in the hospital bed.
The attending Doctor standing by his side took a deep breath. “She’s been through a lot.”
“That’s not what I asked,” came the curt response for the Head of MI6, his focus remaining on Agent Miller.
The Doctor nodded. “She’s doing fine on the outside. Physically she was cut and bruised, and she had lesions around her anus and a small vaginal tear, but those will heal quickly.”
Now it was Moore’s turn to nod. “But …” he added.
“But … she had been fed large doses of liquid cocaine, and was already building a dependence on it … “
“After just a few days?”
“It can happen Mister Moore, especially if the subject is experiencing a high level of trauma in real life.”
“So, what’s the plan Doctor Javid?” As he said this Moore’s eyes looked towards the soft manacles securing Miller to the raised metal bed sides.
“We will keep her under observation for now. Her injuries have already been treated and at the moment we are administering a much smaller dosage of the drug twice a day.”
“You’re still giving her cocaine?”
“We are. Total Cold Turkey could be very damaging for Miss Miller in her fragile condition. She will come off the drug gradually over the next week or two.”
The Doctor saw the worried expression on Moore’s face. “Don’t worry,” he added, “… we have a lot of experience managing this type of situation.”
Moore nodded. He knew that aspects of his private life, his fetishes, his lack of domestic empathy left a lot to be desired, but he loved his job and he especially cared about the welfare of his Agents.
“She will get better Doctor … I am holding you personally responsible.” These were Moore’s parting words.
Black Dolphin Prison, Orenburg Oblast, Russia
I had toppled him, and now we faced one another sweating in the hot night air looking for an advantage. If these bastards thought this would be a walk over for Mister Beast-man, then I was determined to make them think again.
Officer Yezhov, clearly unhappy with the lack of action, pushed me forward suddenly and I found myself grappling with the brute, my arms wrapped around his large, muscular torso. Our bodies pressed together as I struggled pitifully in an attempt to throw him down. One of his hands came up and gripped my left breast, squeezing and pinching my nipple until I cried out, causing me to release my hold on him.
Again, he swung his fist and this time connected with my chin. Suddenly everything was blurry and I felt myself falling despite my concerted effort to remain standing. Another blow to my stomach drove the wind from my lungs for a second time and I lay on the ground, writhing in pain and gasping for air. In a second, the man was on top of me, legs astride my body, pounding his fist into my me until I was barely conscious. I was only hazily aware of the guards pulling him away from me while I lay helpless on the ground.
I had lost.
How long I lay there, I do not know. I was brought around when a bucket full of water crashed into my face, and I slowly looked up coughing and spluttering. The voyeuristic guards and my conqueror, were standing in a circle around me. I could see the lust fuelled leers in each lascivious gaze, and realised that the fight I had just lost was only the beginning of my torment for the night.
To Be Continued ...
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
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The Black Dolphin (3) – Fuck-Toy
This story is told, in the main, as a narrative in the words of Special Agent Ekaterina Novikova
Black Dolphin Prison, Orenburg Oblast, Russia
Exhausted from the fight, my assailants practically carried me to the men's shower room.
I could only watch, panic rising within me the gang of men filed in, erections very clearly bulging. It was then, as they disrobed, that I felt hands grip my ankles and spread my legs wide apart.
“Please don’t do this, I can’t … not for all …” I struggled against their efforts, but it was useless. My nipples were twisted and pinched, as fingers probed my mound, opening me, parting me. I closed my eyes, twisting my head every which way in an attempt to distract my mind. I was so dry, but that did not stop these bastards from pushing me flat to the tiled floor and forcing their touch inside my body. There was no finesse, no ceremony ... and no mercy!
“Stop please …!” I moaned in despair as hands groped ruthlessly at my flesh.
Then Yezhov appeared, his cock already engorged with desire as he ogled my nudity. It appeared that he was going to be the first. Grasping my ankles, he pulled me towards him, while at the same time lowering himself until his cock was poised at the entrance to my pussy. With one powerful thrust, he entered me.
I felt as if I was being torn apart …
“Noooooooooooo!” I screamed and yelled only to receive a slap across the face, a smack so hard that I literally saw stars. As Yezhov raped me it was like a red-hot poker drilling at my insides, thrusting in and out … harder, faster, deeper …
All I could do was moan while this monster plundered my pussy. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt the bastard’s body stiffen and a low moan escape from his lips. Yezhov’s semen spilled into me, until finally, breathing heavily, he withdrew and backed up, cock -head dripping, his leering face still grinning.
My respite was brief, as another guard quickly took Yezhov’s place and assaulted my saturated opening. He was not as big as Yezhov and so the pain was a little less, but still agonising as he slammed relentlessly into me. I closed my eyes, trying to shut everything out, but of course I could not. I could still feel hands on my breasts and fingers closing around my neck … they all wanted a piece of me, and they were going to make sure that they got it!
I sensed him finish, and steeled myself for the next man. To my horror, I was turned over and then hands were on my bottom cheeks, spreading them apart.
“No, no, noooooo not like this!” I screamed in protest but to no avail. I felt pressure against my ass and then I was brutally sodomised. The guard slammed into me ruthlessly, banging away at the tender flesh of my rectum until my world went black.
A strong smell of salts revived me and I found myself facing yet another erection. Holding my head up with a fist in my hair, another of the guards pushed his filthy cock towards me, parting my dry lips and pushing deep in to my throat. I choked as the huge phallus filled my mouth and threatened to cut off my air supply.
On and on it went until each of the men had taken me … some more than once.
As I lay exhausted on the floor of the shower room, semen oozing from every opening, I groaned. My body ached as if I had been beaten endlessly for days. I whimpered softly as two men lifted me to my feet and handed me my shirt. Unable to stand by myself, they carried me back to my cell and threw me onto the hard bunk. Through the small barred window, I could see the beginnings of daylight.
I crawled over to the water bucket, and tried to cleanse myself as best I could, but every muscle in my body screamed in protest with each movement. Once the bucket was empty, I urinated into it, noting that there was blood at the bottom of the pail. My ass felt as though it been torn apart!
Drawing the shirt over my arms, I collapsed onto the miserable bed, so exhausted that I was asleep in a matter of minutes.
MI6 SIS Building, Lambeth, London, UK
“Nothing?”
“No Roger, nothing at all.”
Roger Moore was on the secure satellite cell line to Dame Commander Henrietta Sharp KCMG, the incumbent British Ambassador to Russia. Dame Sharp had worked for the UK Government’s Foreign and Commonwealth Office for over twenty years, and had been resident in Moscow for the last five, but she had never come across anything like the situation that had arisen now.
“Look Henrietta, the Albanians have already told us that Special Agent Novikova has been given to the Russians … sold in fact … and taken to Moscow. They will kill her, and they will do so very, very slowly … we have to find her.”
There was a fleeting silence at either end of the line before Dame Sharp spoke again. “Roger, I know what they told us, and believe me I have been up the chain almost as far as Xyulo - wanted by criminal international court in The Hague himself, but there is no trace nor sign of Ekaterina Novikova being brought here to Moscow.”
“Fuck …” Moore’s expletive received a slightly affronted exhalation from Sharp.
“What more can we do?” He asked, clutching at straws.
“Look, Roger, you have known me a long time and I will not give up on her. If you keep pressing the Albanians so that you can be as certain as possible that they are telling us the truth, I will continue my investigations in Moscow.” There was another pause before she added, “It’s all we can do I’m afraid.”
Black Dolphin Prison, Orenburg Oblast, Russia
I couldn't have been asleep more than half an hour when there was a loud clanging from the corridor outside. Drowsily, I sat up and saw that a plate of stale looking bread and a pitcher of water had been pushed into my cell through the lockable hatch and the rats were making a bee-line for it. Kicking them away, I grabbed the hard food and ate it quickly. The water was salty but not as bad as the putrid liquid in my bucket. A guard watched me through the peep-hole as I ate.
"You look like hell, bitch! You should get more rest!" He laughed heartily at his own so-called joke.
"Better get your ass in gear, cunt! The work detail begins in fifteen minutes!"
Work detail! How could I do any work, the way I felt. I could barely stand!
Nevertheless, fifteen minutes later, my cell door was unlocked and Officer Yezhov appeared.
To Be Continued …
This story is told, in the main, as a narrative in the words of Special Agent Ekaterina Novikova
Black Dolphin Prison, Orenburg Oblast, Russia
Exhausted from the fight, my assailants practically carried me to the men's shower room.
I could only watch, panic rising within me the gang of men filed in, erections very clearly bulging. It was then, as they disrobed, that I felt hands grip my ankles and spread my legs wide apart.
“Please don’t do this, I can’t … not for all …” I struggled against their efforts, but it was useless. My nipples were twisted and pinched, as fingers probed my mound, opening me, parting me. I closed my eyes, twisting my head every which way in an attempt to distract my mind. I was so dry, but that did not stop these bastards from pushing me flat to the tiled floor and forcing their touch inside my body. There was no finesse, no ceremony ... and no mercy!
“Stop please …!” I moaned in despair as hands groped ruthlessly at my flesh.
Then Yezhov appeared, his cock already engorged with desire as he ogled my nudity. It appeared that he was going to be the first. Grasping my ankles, he pulled me towards him, while at the same time lowering himself until his cock was poised at the entrance to my pussy. With one powerful thrust, he entered me.
I felt as if I was being torn apart …
“Noooooooooooo!” I screamed and yelled only to receive a slap across the face, a smack so hard that I literally saw stars. As Yezhov raped me it was like a red-hot poker drilling at my insides, thrusting in and out … harder, faster, deeper …
All I could do was moan while this monster plundered my pussy. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt the bastard’s body stiffen and a low moan escape from his lips. Yezhov’s semen spilled into me, until finally, breathing heavily, he withdrew and backed up, cock -head dripping, his leering face still grinning.
My respite was brief, as another guard quickly took Yezhov’s place and assaulted my saturated opening. He was not as big as Yezhov and so the pain was a little less, but still agonising as he slammed relentlessly into me. I closed my eyes, trying to shut everything out, but of course I could not. I could still feel hands on my breasts and fingers closing around my neck … they all wanted a piece of me, and they were going to make sure that they got it!
I sensed him finish, and steeled myself for the next man. To my horror, I was turned over and then hands were on my bottom cheeks, spreading them apart.
“No, no, noooooo not like this!” I screamed in protest but to no avail. I felt pressure against my ass and then I was brutally sodomised. The guard slammed into me ruthlessly, banging away at the tender flesh of my rectum until my world went black.
A strong smell of salts revived me and I found myself facing yet another erection. Holding my head up with a fist in my hair, another of the guards pushed his filthy cock towards me, parting my dry lips and pushing deep in to my throat. I choked as the huge phallus filled my mouth and threatened to cut off my air supply.
On and on it went until each of the men had taken me … some more than once.
As I lay exhausted on the floor of the shower room, semen oozing from every opening, I groaned. My body ached as if I had been beaten endlessly for days. I whimpered softly as two men lifted me to my feet and handed me my shirt. Unable to stand by myself, they carried me back to my cell and threw me onto the hard bunk. Through the small barred window, I could see the beginnings of daylight.
I crawled over to the water bucket, and tried to cleanse myself as best I could, but every muscle in my body screamed in protest with each movement. Once the bucket was empty, I urinated into it, noting that there was blood at the bottom of the pail. My ass felt as though it been torn apart!
Drawing the shirt over my arms, I collapsed onto the miserable bed, so exhausted that I was asleep in a matter of minutes.
MI6 SIS Building, Lambeth, London, UK
“Nothing?”
“No Roger, nothing at all.”
Roger Moore was on the secure satellite cell line to Dame Commander Henrietta Sharp KCMG, the incumbent British Ambassador to Russia. Dame Sharp had worked for the UK Government’s Foreign and Commonwealth Office for over twenty years, and had been resident in Moscow for the last five, but she had never come across anything like the situation that had arisen now.
“Look Henrietta, the Albanians have already told us that Special Agent Novikova has been given to the Russians … sold in fact … and taken to Moscow. They will kill her, and they will do so very, very slowly … we have to find her.”
There was a fleeting silence at either end of the line before Dame Sharp spoke again. “Roger, I know what they told us, and believe me I have been up the chain almost as far as Xyulo - wanted by criminal international court in The Hague himself, but there is no trace nor sign of Ekaterina Novikova being brought here to Moscow.”
“Fuck …” Moore’s expletive received a slightly affronted exhalation from Sharp.
“What more can we do?” He asked, clutching at straws.
“Look, Roger, you have known me a long time and I will not give up on her. If you keep pressing the Albanians so that you can be as certain as possible that they are telling us the truth, I will continue my investigations in Moscow.” There was another pause before she added, “It’s all we can do I’m afraid.”
Black Dolphin Prison, Orenburg Oblast, Russia
I couldn't have been asleep more than half an hour when there was a loud clanging from the corridor outside. Drowsily, I sat up and saw that a plate of stale looking bread and a pitcher of water had been pushed into my cell through the lockable hatch and the rats were making a bee-line for it. Kicking them away, I grabbed the hard food and ate it quickly. The water was salty but not as bad as the putrid liquid in my bucket. A guard watched me through the peep-hole as I ate.
"You look like hell, bitch! You should get more rest!" He laughed heartily at his own so-called joke.
"Better get your ass in gear, cunt! The work detail begins in fifteen minutes!"
Work detail! How could I do any work, the way I felt. I could barely stand!
Nevertheless, fifteen minutes later, my cell door was unlocked and Officer Yezhov appeared.
To Be Continued …
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
The Black Dolphin (4) – Sweat Box and The Yard Part 1
This story is told, in the main, as a narrative in the words of Special Agent Ekaterina Novikova
Black Dolphin Prison, Orenburg Oblast, Russia
“I … I … can’t … work … I’m sorry, I only had a few minutes … sleep …”
Yezhov, standing in my open cell entrance way, the barred door opened behind him, grinned down at me. His expression revealing the relish with which he had just ordered me to join the work detail duty … whatever that was.
“You can’t …?” He stood, hands on hips. “… CAN’T did you say, bitch?”
“I … I’m … tired … I’m s … sorry.” I could barely speak.
The next sensation I felt was Yezhov’s grip on my open shirt as he pulled me up and deposited me on the cell floor.
"You are being disobedient! We do not permit disobedience! But, as you wish Prisoner Novikova, there will be no work detail for you today. Instead, you will be punished!"
I lay on the cold floor looking up meekly, not sure what I was supposed to do. Beg forgiveness? Get to my knees and plead with him? The answer came swiftly as the Yezhov called for two of his colleagues.
“Take her to the yard.”
My exhaustion was now almost too much to bear. “Please … let me sleep,” I pleaded.
But just a few minutes later, having been dragged down the cell corridors lined with leering prisoners gawping and cheering as the single button holding together my meagre covering came loose, I was standing in the middle of the main prison yard with the three guards.
I feared another assault, but if I had known their intention, I would have welcomed rape as the lesser evil.
"Put her in the box!" Officer Yezhov gave his instruction clearly and without ambiguity.
I was hauled over to a tin box at the side of the prison yard. A roof and four sides of corrugated tin, no more than three feet high and of a similar length and width. The front contained a small door made of the same material, and when it swung open, I was squeezed inside.
The smell that hit me was stifling. Only a bucket of water occupied the interior beside myself. I cringed as the door slammed shut and I heard a lock click closed on the outside.
In minutes, the temperature inside the small space was stifling. Sweat poured from my body and soaked my shirt. My throat was parched and I looked to the bucket of water, but it had a film of something green on it and I hesitated to drink. I had no idea of time, but eventually I could stand it no longer. Sweeping the film away with my hand as best I could, I cupped some water in my other hand and drank the tepid liquid.
Almost immediately the cramps began. My stomach felt as if someone had hit it with a hard punch and I doubled up in pain, which repeated itself several times. I slipped in and out of consciousness, hoping that every time the blackness hit, I would not wake up. All types of insects attacked my body and there was nothing I could do to repel them.
Time lost all meaning. I know that night passed because it became a little cooler, but then another day came with its attendant high temperature. I had long since taken off my shirt, and my body was now covered with grime and small bites. I felt severely dehydrated, my legs cramped into a completely numb state.
Finally, light streamed in as the door to the box opened and arms reached in to drag me out, the sharp tin sides of the ‘frame’ scratching my body as I passed through.
The sudden sunlight blinded me as I was hauled across the prison yard, legs and feet lagging behind my filthy body. When my vision cleared, I saw two posts standing in the middle of the yard. Manacles hung from the top of each. Their purpose was quite clear.
“Mount the disgusting bitch on the frame.” It was still Officer Nikolai Yezhov giving the orders.
The yard filled once more with inmates.
Straight from the fire to the frying pan …
To Be Continued …
This story is told, in the main, as a narrative in the words of Special Agent Ekaterina Novikova
Black Dolphin Prison, Orenburg Oblast, Russia
“I … I … can’t … work … I’m sorry, I only had a few minutes … sleep …”
Yezhov, standing in my open cell entrance way, the barred door opened behind him, grinned down at me. His expression revealing the relish with which he had just ordered me to join the work detail duty … whatever that was.
“You can’t …?” He stood, hands on hips. “… CAN’T did you say, bitch?”
“I … I’m … tired … I’m s … sorry.” I could barely speak.
The next sensation I felt was Yezhov’s grip on my open shirt as he pulled me up and deposited me on the cell floor.
"You are being disobedient! We do not permit disobedience! But, as you wish Prisoner Novikova, there will be no work detail for you today. Instead, you will be punished!"
I lay on the cold floor looking up meekly, not sure what I was supposed to do. Beg forgiveness? Get to my knees and plead with him? The answer came swiftly as the Yezhov called for two of his colleagues.
“Take her to the yard.”
My exhaustion was now almost too much to bear. “Please … let me sleep,” I pleaded.
But just a few minutes later, having been dragged down the cell corridors lined with leering prisoners gawping and cheering as the single button holding together my meagre covering came loose, I was standing in the middle of the main prison yard with the three guards.
I feared another assault, but if I had known their intention, I would have welcomed rape as the lesser evil.
"Put her in the box!" Officer Yezhov gave his instruction clearly and without ambiguity.
I was hauled over to a tin box at the side of the prison yard. A roof and four sides of corrugated tin, no more than three feet high and of a similar length and width. The front contained a small door made of the same material, and when it swung open, I was squeezed inside.
The smell that hit me was stifling. Only a bucket of water occupied the interior beside myself. I cringed as the door slammed shut and I heard a lock click closed on the outside.
In minutes, the temperature inside the small space was stifling. Sweat poured from my body and soaked my shirt. My throat was parched and I looked to the bucket of water, but it had a film of something green on it and I hesitated to drink. I had no idea of time, but eventually I could stand it no longer. Sweeping the film away with my hand as best I could, I cupped some water in my other hand and drank the tepid liquid.
Almost immediately the cramps began. My stomach felt as if someone had hit it with a hard punch and I doubled up in pain, which repeated itself several times. I slipped in and out of consciousness, hoping that every time the blackness hit, I would not wake up. All types of insects attacked my body and there was nothing I could do to repel them.
Time lost all meaning. I know that night passed because it became a little cooler, but then another day came with its attendant high temperature. I had long since taken off my shirt, and my body was now covered with grime and small bites. I felt severely dehydrated, my legs cramped into a completely numb state.
Finally, light streamed in as the door to the box opened and arms reached in to drag me out, the sharp tin sides of the ‘frame’ scratching my body as I passed through.
The sudden sunlight blinded me as I was hauled across the prison yard, legs and feet lagging behind my filthy body. When my vision cleared, I saw two posts standing in the middle of the yard. Manacles hung from the top of each. Their purpose was quite clear.
“Mount the disgusting bitch on the frame.” It was still Officer Nikolai Yezhov giving the orders.
The yard filled once more with inmates.
Straight from the fire to the frying pan …
To Be Continued …
NewUser
Magistrate
Kat is totally out of luck...
In Russia,prisons, unofficially, are of two types:"Red zones" and "Black".
The "black" is ruled by the "thieves ' law", which has its own rules of behavior, peculiarities and traditions. The prison administration makes contacts with one of the authoritative representatives - often this is the so-called "Thief in Law" (vor v zakone) and cooperates with him in solving many issues. Often, prisoners themselves choose a person who will be responsible to them for the actions of the administration."Red" is considered a prison where the law rules. There is not the slightest deviation from the instructions.
Despite the word "black" in the name, this prison is certainly under the full control of the administration.
Sadly. This greatly reduces the possibility of getting the agent out by agreeing with the prison management.
I still really hope to read more about Kat's "adventures". And the title of the previous chapter "Disposable People" will not be the final verdict.
In Russia,prisons, unofficially, are of two types:"Red zones" and "Black".
The "black" is ruled by the "thieves ' law", which has its own rules of behavior, peculiarities and traditions. The prison administration makes contacts with one of the authoritative representatives - often this is the so-called "Thief in Law" (vor v zakone) and cooperates with him in solving many issues. Often, prisoners themselves choose a person who will be responsible to them for the actions of the administration."Red" is considered a prison where the law rules. There is not the slightest deviation from the instructions.
Despite the word "black" in the name, this prison is certainly under the full control of the administration.
Sadly. This greatly reduces the possibility of getting the agent out by agreeing with the prison management.
I still really hope to read more about Kat's "adventures". And the title of the previous chapter "Disposable People" will not be the final verdict.
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
A wonderful anecdote my friend, thank you. Kat is indeed a hapless, luckless soul, whose bad fortune it is to have fallen foul of the most senior administration that the Russian hierarchy offers. Whether she survives or not will be played out over the next few days ...
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Well, she certainly has had a lot of experience at this.
Waste not, want not! Kat has to get over her privileged attitude
Oh, yes. We've seen this over and over as he repeatedly dispatches them on suicidal missions.
Oh goody!
Again, the princess wants special treatment. I challenge anyone here to count the number of penetrations she's dealt with.
Finally! An end to the mollycoddling and perhaps some real pain to put the bitch in her place!
Some much to catch up on here. I must say that it doesn't look too promising for Kat to survive the week!
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
The Black Dolphin (5) – Sweat Box and The Yard Part 2
This story is told, in the main, as a narrative in the words of Special Agent Ekaterina Novikova
Black Dolphin Prison, Orenburg Oblast, Russia
Exhausted and naked, I was led over to the frame and positioned between the posts whereupon my arms were raised to either side and the manacles snapped about my wrists. Suspended spread-eagled in the shape of an ‘X’, a full bucket of cold water was thrown at me to wash some of the filth and scum from my body, and no doubt to make me a more appealing sight to these voyeuristic bastards.
In a few minutes, the yard gates opened and in walked a suited man, to add to the crowds of inmates already gathered to watch my torment.
The suit stood before me, but I averted my gaze.
“Prisoner Ekaterina Novikova, my name is Governor Oleg Kanderov, I am the Head Warden of penal colony № 6 Federal Penitentiary Service of Russia also known as The Black Dolphin.” He paused and I looked up to see hundreds of lecherous faces staring at my bound, stretched nudity.
“You are here on charges of High Treason and your stay with us with be suitably hard in order to ensure that your torment provides justice as the Motherland sees fit.”
More silence, and then he says, “Proceed”
From the rear of the assembled mass of brutal inmates and prison staff, a large hulk of a man stepped forward, pushing his way through. Stripped to the waist, he held a vicious looking whip in his hand. He continued his slow advancement until he was standing just a few feet in front of me, staring, a malevolent look in his eyes.
Governor Kanderov spoke again. "Disobedience will not be permitted in this prison. Punishment will be severe and swift! Thirty lashes for this insubordinate prisoner!"
I cried out in dismay as I heard the sentence. Thirty lashes! I had been whipped before but drawing upon that experience did not make my situation any easier! I struggled against the ropes, but it was useless. I watched as the guard took up a position a little behind me and to my left. Terrified, I braced myself for the first stroke.
THWACK!
"Unnnggghhhh!" The wind left my lungs as my body surged forward. A raging fire started in the small of my back and quickly spread throughout my body.
THWACK!
"Ohhhh fckkkkkkk!" I yelled fighting the pain that consumed me.
THWACK!
"Aaaarrghhhhhhhhh!” My scream pierced the courtyard silence.
THWACK!
“Unnnnghhhhhhhhhh!”
THWACK!
"Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!”
My arms felt as if they were coming out of their sockets as I jerked and heaved under the arduous burden, certain that old scars had reopened and new ones added to the horrific patterns already branded onto my skin.
How many strokes have I received? Only five? Oh God!
"Please," I whispered. "Forgive me!” Though only God knows what I was apologising for, “Please, don't hurt me anymore!"
There was a fleeting pause as the man lowered the whip into a bucket of water and allowed the leather thongs to soak. I knew that the wet lash would be even more effective as he proceeded.
I was right!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
No longer able to even scream, I simply grunted with each stroke as the whip cut into my flesh. There was a pause, but it wasn’t respite. I heard Officer Yezhov announce that half my sentence had been carried out. At that point I was certain I would die before they finished the next fifteen.
My belief was reinforced as the bastard they called whipmaster now took up a position in front of me. He eyed the front of my body, and it seemed like the world had stopped as I watched him drag the leather hard across my stomach.
THWACK!
"Arrghhhhhhhh!” I cried out as the lash crossed my breasts, leaving a vivid red welt athwart the tender flesh. I was consumed with pain. I couldn't escape the whip as it tore into my flesh, rendering me a blubbering, screaming mess. The scars from Belarus had opened and a quick glance down my spread-eagled body showed me how much blood painted my skin.
On the twenty-fifth lash I lost control of my body and urine flowed down my thighs. I have no memory of the final five strokes.
.
Officer’s Apartments, Fort Monckton, Stokes Bay, Gosport, Hampshire, UK
“I have to go out.”
“Again?”
“Yes.” Jason Underhill’s tone was harsh … his wife Steph didn’t deserve ‘harsh’. She had done nothing wrong, yet all Jase did was yell at her and the kids … when he was even around that was.
“Jase …” Lieutenant Underhill turned to look back at his wife. The kids were in bed, it was the time of day when he and his wife should have been enjoying some alone time. But he couldn’t do that, not when the girl he loved was still missing in action. Stress fuelled his every thought, dictated his every action.
He waited for his wife to say something more, but she did not and so he simply turned, walked to the door and left the house
Black Dolphin Prison, Orenburg Oblast, Russia
When I came to, the courtyard was empty of all but Yezhov. I still hung, in position, my arms screaming in pain, my body on fire. The sun was disappearing over the top of the prison walls, it must be evening.
“Please, please, let me down!" I begged pathetically.
He turned and stared at me, and then laughed. The bastard actually laughed at me.
"Thirsty?" he asked, the malicious grin almost breaking out into a laugh. He reached over and pinched my left nipple, causing me to jerk back in pain.
My tongue felt like a ball of cotton wool and I was having an extremely difficult time swallowing.
"I will take you down and give you water Novikova. But, before I do, you're going to pleasure me.”
I stared at him defiantly, my first thoughts to tell him to go to hell. But the prospect of escaping this torturous confinement had me ready to do almost anything. When he released my arms, my legs simply gave way. But he didn't unlock the shackles from my ankles. Instead, he pushed me forward until I landed on my hands and knees.
He walked around in front of me. His cock hard and ready.
"Now, suck it whore!"
I sobbed, humiliation and degradation consuming me, as I opened my lips to receive the hard shaft, the thought of biting him nothing more than a fleeting dream. Yezhov fucked me in the mouth, and when his semen filled my throat, he withdrew just before I puked all over the ground.
To Be Continued …
This story is told, in the main, as a narrative in the words of Special Agent Ekaterina Novikova
Black Dolphin Prison, Orenburg Oblast, Russia
Exhausted and naked, I was led over to the frame and positioned between the posts whereupon my arms were raised to either side and the manacles snapped about my wrists. Suspended spread-eagled in the shape of an ‘X’, a full bucket of cold water was thrown at me to wash some of the filth and scum from my body, and no doubt to make me a more appealing sight to these voyeuristic bastards.
In a few minutes, the yard gates opened and in walked a suited man, to add to the crowds of inmates already gathered to watch my torment.
The suit stood before me, but I averted my gaze.
“Prisoner Ekaterina Novikova, my name is Governor Oleg Kanderov, I am the Head Warden of penal colony № 6 Federal Penitentiary Service of Russia also known as The Black Dolphin.” He paused and I looked up to see hundreds of lecherous faces staring at my bound, stretched nudity.
“You are here on charges of High Treason and your stay with us with be suitably hard in order to ensure that your torment provides justice as the Motherland sees fit.”
More silence, and then he says, “Proceed”
From the rear of the assembled mass of brutal inmates and prison staff, a large hulk of a man stepped forward, pushing his way through. Stripped to the waist, he held a vicious looking whip in his hand. He continued his slow advancement until he was standing just a few feet in front of me, staring, a malevolent look in his eyes.
Governor Kanderov spoke again. "Disobedience will not be permitted in this prison. Punishment will be severe and swift! Thirty lashes for this insubordinate prisoner!"
I cried out in dismay as I heard the sentence. Thirty lashes! I had been whipped before but drawing upon that experience did not make my situation any easier! I struggled against the ropes, but it was useless. I watched as the guard took up a position a little behind me and to my left. Terrified, I braced myself for the first stroke.
THWACK!
"Unnnggghhhh!" The wind left my lungs as my body surged forward. A raging fire started in the small of my back and quickly spread throughout my body.
THWACK!
"Ohhhh fckkkkkkk!" I yelled fighting the pain that consumed me.
THWACK!
"Aaaarrghhhhhhhhh!” My scream pierced the courtyard silence.
THWACK!
“Unnnnghhhhhhhhhh!”
THWACK!
"Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!”
My arms felt as if they were coming out of their sockets as I jerked and heaved under the arduous burden, certain that old scars had reopened and new ones added to the horrific patterns already branded onto my skin.
How many strokes have I received? Only five? Oh God!
"Please," I whispered. "Forgive me!” Though only God knows what I was apologising for, “Please, don't hurt me anymore!"
There was a fleeting pause as the man lowered the whip into a bucket of water and allowed the leather thongs to soak. I knew that the wet lash would be even more effective as he proceeded.
I was right!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
No longer able to even scream, I simply grunted with each stroke as the whip cut into my flesh. There was a pause, but it wasn’t respite. I heard Officer Yezhov announce that half my sentence had been carried out. At that point I was certain I would die before they finished the next fifteen.
My belief was reinforced as the bastard they called whipmaster now took up a position in front of me. He eyed the front of my body, and it seemed like the world had stopped as I watched him drag the leather hard across my stomach.
THWACK!
"Arrghhhhhhhh!” I cried out as the lash crossed my breasts, leaving a vivid red welt athwart the tender flesh. I was consumed with pain. I couldn't escape the whip as it tore into my flesh, rendering me a blubbering, screaming mess. The scars from Belarus had opened and a quick glance down my spread-eagled body showed me how much blood painted my skin.
On the twenty-fifth lash I lost control of my body and urine flowed down my thighs. I have no memory of the final five strokes.
.
Officer’s Apartments, Fort Monckton, Stokes Bay, Gosport, Hampshire, UK
“I have to go out.”
“Again?”
“Yes.” Jason Underhill’s tone was harsh … his wife Steph didn’t deserve ‘harsh’. She had done nothing wrong, yet all Jase did was yell at her and the kids … when he was even around that was.
“Jase …” Lieutenant Underhill turned to look back at his wife. The kids were in bed, it was the time of day when he and his wife should have been enjoying some alone time. But he couldn’t do that, not when the girl he loved was still missing in action. Stress fuelled his every thought, dictated his every action.
He waited for his wife to say something more, but she did not and so he simply turned, walked to the door and left the house
Black Dolphin Prison, Orenburg Oblast, Russia
When I came to, the courtyard was empty of all but Yezhov. I still hung, in position, my arms screaming in pain, my body on fire. The sun was disappearing over the top of the prison walls, it must be evening.
“Please, please, let me down!" I begged pathetically.
He turned and stared at me, and then laughed. The bastard actually laughed at me.
"Thirsty?" he asked, the malicious grin almost breaking out into a laugh. He reached over and pinched my left nipple, causing me to jerk back in pain.
My tongue felt like a ball of cotton wool and I was having an extremely difficult time swallowing.
"I will take you down and give you water Novikova. But, before I do, you're going to pleasure me.”
I stared at him defiantly, my first thoughts to tell him to go to hell. But the prospect of escaping this torturous confinement had me ready to do almost anything. When he released my arms, my legs simply gave way. But he didn't unlock the shackles from my ankles. Instead, he pushed me forward until I landed on my hands and knees.
He walked around in front of me. His cock hard and ready.
"Now, suck it whore!"
I sobbed, humiliation and degradation consuming me, as I opened my lips to receive the hard shaft, the thought of biting him nothing more than a fleeting dream. Yezhov fucked me in the mouth, and when his semen filled my throat, he withdrew just before I puked all over the ground.
To Be Continued …
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Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
The Black Dolphin (6) – Wired Pussy
This story is told, in the main, as a narrative in the words of Special Agent Ekaterina Novikova
Black Dolphin Prison, Orenburg Oblast, Russia
For forty-eight hours after I was so horribly confined and then flogged, I was resident in the prison hospital. It wasn’t that anyone showed too much concern for my health, it was simply that they wanted me fit enough to endure more torture.
Upon my discharge two days after being admitted I was met at the desk by Officer Yezhov.
"Come with me!" he ordered. Was there to be no respite?
Still struggling to walk properly, I followed him back into the main prison but instead of going to the cell block Yezhov took me to a room deep inside The Black Dolphin’s core. Following him through a huge steel door, I drew back in horror at the sight before me.
Chains, whips, stocks, racks and every conceivable instrument of pain filled the room. Off to one side stood an inmate. On his shaved chest he wore a tattoo of a huge black-eyed skull … I knew that marked him out as a murderer … possibly worse. There was a sheen of perspiration coating his exposed flesh and he was naked to the waist, his oily skin shining … his fleshy mouth dripping with lust generated saliva.
Panic stricken, I turned to run but the door had locked behind me. Officer Yezhov grabbed my shoulder and spun me around.
"Your actions in Belarus were directly responsible for the collapse of the currency partnership with the Motherland. There was a cost to that, and you are here to pay the price Prisoner Novikova. This punishment session has been ordered by the President himself.”
“What? Oh my God, please God no, I wasn’t … I couldn’t … I did not do or say anything! I was being executed for God’s sake, you can’t do this!”
But very clearly, he could.
Yezhov moved forward and grabbed my arms. Whilst I struggled in vain, the inmate unbuttoned the single fastening on my prison shirt and stripped it from me. I was then, literally, thrown onto the wooden rack and deposited without ceremony onto my back. The inmate held me down so that Yezhov could raise my arms over my head and secure them in place at the head of the device. He then placed my ankles in a similar restraint, leaving me helplessly locked down once more.
To the side of my head I sensed movement as the crank was slowly turned. I felt my wrists and ankles pulled simultaneously, stretching my body until I cried out. My shoulders screamed in agony as I was drawn-out to the full.
"Remember why we are doing this and how traitorous you have been Prisoner Novikova. If you wish to scream, you may do so ... no one will hear you except for Prisoner Belov and myself."
"Please", I moaned. "I didn’t mean to harm the Motherland, please don’t hurt me anymore …”
“Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii …”
The Priory Rehabilitation Hospital, Southampton, England
Slowly Grace opened her eyes to see the concerned face of Roger Moore looking directly at her.
“S … Sir?” She managed to say. Moore smiled in response.
“Take it easy Agent Miller, you’re doing fine …” But the words from the Head of MI6 were cut short as the bedridden girl yelled out.
“I’m going to puke …”
A nurse ran in with a small cardboard container and just managed to catch Grace in time as she filled the receptacle with vomit.
Flopping back onto the bed she moved her head to sip at the water now being held to her mouth. “Please I need …”
The nurse shook her head, “No dear, it’s not time. No more until tomorrow.”
Roger Moore heard Grace choke back a sob when she was refused the cocaine. He felt so sorry for her, and wondered if she would ever be ‘field-ready’ again or if her fledging career was already over at the age of 21. But at least she was safe which was more than could be said for Special Agent Novikova …
As Moore left Agent Miller’s room, he checked his phone for messages to see if he had received any updates. He hadn’t. Ekaterina was still missing … how long before they added ‘presumed dead’ to her epitaph?
Black Dolphin Prison, Orenburg Oblast, Russia
Ignoring my appeal, Yezhov grinned down at me as he clipped the serrated edges of two vicious looking alligator clips to my already tender nipples … I could feel the blood running down over my breasts and down the sides of my bound body.
The torment I was feeling at that precise moment was nothing compared to what I felt when he
turned on the electric current. My body exploded in a paroxysm of agony, eyes rolling upwards, back into my head. The electricity flowed through my nipples and into my chest, and despite the restrictive tension imposed upon my body I arched in a grotesque manner away from the surface of the rack …. My bladder emptied and my mouth opened in a silent scream as my vision began to fade.
After what seemed an eternity, the current stopped and I collapsed, gasping for breath.
From somewhere, inmate Belov had produced a third electric wire attached to a thin metal cylinder about six inches long. Coating it with lubricant, he inserted deep between my open thighs, his intentions more than obvious.
"Oh, God! Oh, No! Oh, God, you can't …"
The electric surge sent me into another convulsion that was even more pronounced than the first. My body bounced, my lips peeled back into a hideous grin, and ungodly noises came from deep in my throat.
"Ugggghhhh! Nnnnkkkkkk! Sttttppppppppp! Kkkkkkkkkkkkkk!”
When the current stopped, my teeth were chattering and I was panting for breath. My body had been torn apart, but before I could catch my breath, the electricity hit me again.
"Nuuuuuunnnk! Aarrrgghhhhhh! Nnnnmmmmmmmmmrrrrr!”
An eternity passed before it stopped. I was barely conscious and unable to focus my eyes. Drool ran from my mouth, dripping sideways down my cheeks, and my tongue felt as if it were three times its normal size. My left shoulder hurt like hell and I guessed that my thrashing around had badly strained it, if not actually left it dislocated.
Officer Yezhov peered down at me as if to check that I was still alive. Satisfied that he hadn't succeeded in killing me … yet … he turned to Inmate Belov.
"Inmate Belov, place her in the cage for the rest of the night. We'll give her lesson number two tomorrow."
As Officer Yezhov stood by the doorway to watch, Belov released me from the rack. Since I was unable to even lift a finger, he picked me up and carried me over to a small cage; no more than four feet in height or width and three feet wide. Pushing me inside, he closed it and locked the small opening, leaving me crammed against the bars, unable to move. Moments later, I felt the cage lifting from the floor until it was suspended some five feet in the air. My legs poked out of the cage at either side and the steel rods cut into my pussy.
I saw Yezhov smiling at me. "We will be back tomorrow shlyukha (whore). Have a pleasant night!"
To Be Continued …
This story is told, in the main, as a narrative in the words of Special Agent Ekaterina Novikova
Black Dolphin Prison, Orenburg Oblast, Russia
For forty-eight hours after I was so horribly confined and then flogged, I was resident in the prison hospital. It wasn’t that anyone showed too much concern for my health, it was simply that they wanted me fit enough to endure more torture.
Upon my discharge two days after being admitted I was met at the desk by Officer Yezhov.
"Come with me!" he ordered. Was there to be no respite?
Still struggling to walk properly, I followed him back into the main prison but instead of going to the cell block Yezhov took me to a room deep inside The Black Dolphin’s core. Following him through a huge steel door, I drew back in horror at the sight before me.
Chains, whips, stocks, racks and every conceivable instrument of pain filled the room. Off to one side stood an inmate. On his shaved chest he wore a tattoo of a huge black-eyed skull … I knew that marked him out as a murderer … possibly worse. There was a sheen of perspiration coating his exposed flesh and he was naked to the waist, his oily skin shining … his fleshy mouth dripping with lust generated saliva.
Panic stricken, I turned to run but the door had locked behind me. Officer Yezhov grabbed my shoulder and spun me around.
"Your actions in Belarus were directly responsible for the collapse of the currency partnership with the Motherland. There was a cost to that, and you are here to pay the price Prisoner Novikova. This punishment session has been ordered by the President himself.”
“What? Oh my God, please God no, I wasn’t … I couldn’t … I did not do or say anything! I was being executed for God’s sake, you can’t do this!”
But very clearly, he could.
Yezhov moved forward and grabbed my arms. Whilst I struggled in vain, the inmate unbuttoned the single fastening on my prison shirt and stripped it from me. I was then, literally, thrown onto the wooden rack and deposited without ceremony onto my back. The inmate held me down so that Yezhov could raise my arms over my head and secure them in place at the head of the device. He then placed my ankles in a similar restraint, leaving me helplessly locked down once more.
To the side of my head I sensed movement as the crank was slowly turned. I felt my wrists and ankles pulled simultaneously, stretching my body until I cried out. My shoulders screamed in agony as I was drawn-out to the full.
"Remember why we are doing this and how traitorous you have been Prisoner Novikova. If you wish to scream, you may do so ... no one will hear you except for Prisoner Belov and myself."
"Please", I moaned. "I didn’t mean to harm the Motherland, please don’t hurt me anymore …”
“Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii …”
The Priory Rehabilitation Hospital, Southampton, England
Slowly Grace opened her eyes to see the concerned face of Roger Moore looking directly at her.
“S … Sir?” She managed to say. Moore smiled in response.
“Take it easy Agent Miller, you’re doing fine …” But the words from the Head of MI6 were cut short as the bedridden girl yelled out.
“I’m going to puke …”
A nurse ran in with a small cardboard container and just managed to catch Grace in time as she filled the receptacle with vomit.
Flopping back onto the bed she moved her head to sip at the water now being held to her mouth. “Please I need …”
The nurse shook her head, “No dear, it’s not time. No more until tomorrow.”
Roger Moore heard Grace choke back a sob when she was refused the cocaine. He felt so sorry for her, and wondered if she would ever be ‘field-ready’ again or if her fledging career was already over at the age of 21. But at least she was safe which was more than could be said for Special Agent Novikova …
As Moore left Agent Miller’s room, he checked his phone for messages to see if he had received any updates. He hadn’t. Ekaterina was still missing … how long before they added ‘presumed dead’ to her epitaph?
Black Dolphin Prison, Orenburg Oblast, Russia
Ignoring my appeal, Yezhov grinned down at me as he clipped the serrated edges of two vicious looking alligator clips to my already tender nipples … I could feel the blood running down over my breasts and down the sides of my bound body.
The torment I was feeling at that precise moment was nothing compared to what I felt when he
turned on the electric current. My body exploded in a paroxysm of agony, eyes rolling upwards, back into my head. The electricity flowed through my nipples and into my chest, and despite the restrictive tension imposed upon my body I arched in a grotesque manner away from the surface of the rack …. My bladder emptied and my mouth opened in a silent scream as my vision began to fade.
After what seemed an eternity, the current stopped and I collapsed, gasping for breath.
From somewhere, inmate Belov had produced a third electric wire attached to a thin metal cylinder about six inches long. Coating it with lubricant, he inserted deep between my open thighs, his intentions more than obvious.
"Oh, God! Oh, No! Oh, God, you can't …"
The electric surge sent me into another convulsion that was even more pronounced than the first. My body bounced, my lips peeled back into a hideous grin, and ungodly noises came from deep in my throat.
"Ugggghhhh! Nnnnkkkkkk! Sttttppppppppp! Kkkkkkkkkkkkkk!”
When the current stopped, my teeth were chattering and I was panting for breath. My body had been torn apart, but before I could catch my breath, the electricity hit me again.
"Nuuuuuunnnk! Aarrrgghhhhhh! Nnnnmmmmmmmmmrrrrr!”
An eternity passed before it stopped. I was barely conscious and unable to focus my eyes. Drool ran from my mouth, dripping sideways down my cheeks, and my tongue felt as if it were three times its normal size. My left shoulder hurt like hell and I guessed that my thrashing around had badly strained it, if not actually left it dislocated.
Officer Yezhov peered down at me as if to check that I was still alive. Satisfied that he hadn't succeeded in killing me … yet … he turned to Inmate Belov.
"Inmate Belov, place her in the cage for the rest of the night. We'll give her lesson number two tomorrow."
As Officer Yezhov stood by the doorway to watch, Belov released me from the rack. Since I was unable to even lift a finger, he picked me up and carried me over to a small cage; no more than four feet in height or width and three feet wide. Pushing me inside, he closed it and locked the small opening, leaving me crammed against the bars, unable to move. Moments later, I felt the cage lifting from the floor until it was suspended some five feet in the air. My legs poked out of the cage at either side and the steel rods cut into my pussy.
I saw Yezhov smiling at me. "We will be back tomorrow shlyukha (whore). Have a pleasant night!"
To Be Continued …
Two? One was enough! How many are there?
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Too many I fear Barb. Hope grows less as any light at the end of an unreachable tunnel grows more and more dim ...Two? One was enough! How many are there?
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Kat has been in the Secret Service (SVR and MI6) since she was eighteen years old. She is 23 now, and her body has suffered so much maltreatment and degradation at the hands of cruel men. Everyone has their threshold for pain and torture before life becomes a chore, and ones inherent desire to survive at all costs dwindles. Ekaterina is no different ... The Black Dolphin provides no mercy!
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
The Black Dolphin (6a) – Memories Are All I Have …
As Special Agent Novikova's life hangs completely in the balance, her survival being manipulated into a tenuous state by the monstrous Officer Yezhov and his cohorts, as she suffers, her naked and beaten body cramped into a small hanging cage, Kat finds her mind regressing fleetingly to recall memories of happier times
This story is told, in the main, as a narrative in the words of Special Agent Ekaterina Novikova
Black Dolphin Prison, Orenburg Oblast, Russia
Sleep was impossible. I spent a tormented night swinging in the cage above the floor of the torture chamber. My body screamed out its pain, forcing me to moan in anguish. The hours passed so very slowly, and eventually my lucidity gave way to semi-conscious dreams …
Jason … Jase … my love …
… The traffic on the road to the Training Centre at Fort Monckton was stopped by an accident, and my heart pounded sitting there next to him alone in his car. He was so handsome. Mid-thirties. Tall. Athletic. Married. I crossed my legs feeling the stickiness between my thighs yet again.
I had seen his fine body in swim trunks when he worked out in the Fort’s Gym, and even though my own skin would be forever marked from the damage that was done to me in Belarus (see Death by Crucifixion), I frequently saw him look at me too.
Over six foot tall, broad shouldered and narrow waisted the curve of his ass and fullness of his bulge made me cross my legs more than once, and yes, when I had caught his eyes on me in my swimsuit, I liked it … a lot. Each time I hopped out of the pool and sat at the tiled edge, I opened my thighs a little wondering if he understood the invitation was for him … I felt so naughty, but so good too.
Relationships between Officers and Agents were very much frowned upon, not that that stopped my boss, Roger Moore from fucking me in his own ‘special’ way whenever the need took him.
But the way I felt about Lieutenant Jason Underhill was different. ‘Jase’ made my stomach lurch every time I saw him, and being here with him, in the military Jeep returning to base, stuck in traffic, was painfully pleasurable.
He reached out to punch numbers into his phone, called his wife, told her there had been an accident and we were stuck on the road. He didn't know how long it would take to clear.
“I’ll call you again when we start moving Sam,” he said to his wife, “Give the kids a goodnight kiss from me.”
Sitting there in silence listening to the intermittent wipers clear misty drizzle off the windshield I bit my lip. I knew it was a crazy thing to do but I reached over and rested a hand on his thigh.
He removed it and put it back in my lap. When he didn't scold me after a few minutes I did it a second time. He removed it again but it took him longer. Again, he said nothing. I waited a few minutes and then did it a third time.
"Special Agent Novikova?" he said looking in my eyes. I smiled back, but he didn't remove my hand. Looking straight ahead I let my fingers drift upwards to rest over his groin, and in no time at all I felt his cock growing in the leg of his combat pants. My fingers traced the long hard outline. It felt thick and I could feel its heat through the fabric.
When I looked down at his lap, and then back up into his eyes, he was breathing a little more raggedly and then he nodded … that’s all, just nodded.
I took in a deep breath and slowly pulled down his zipper, sliding my hand inside. He sighed, exhaling long and hard as I pulled his erection free. When I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft he turned to me, taking one hand off the steering wheel to brush his touch against my breasts. I felt my nipples, braless under the black top I wore, immediately spring erect. While I slowly stroked him, his big fingers slipped down and pressed hard against the denim covering my pussy, and then with amazing dexterity, he punched loose the button and pulled my zipper down too loosening the snug fit around my waist. He needed access to me and he knew how to get it, moving his hand around the back to my ass he slid it inside my jeans and under my body, whereupon he stroked slowly along the length of my moist pussy.
“Jase, ohhhh fuck yes.” I whispered out my pleasure.
Oh God, this was so good, and it felt so right, but very, very naughty. I leaned over and down, kissed the swollen head of his cock and then wrapped my lips around it.
"This is crazy," he gasped.
I began to lick around the head, whilst stroking the ever-hardening shaft with my nimble fingers. When my other hand cupped his balls, Jase reclined his seat a little and spread his legs for me. I gasped, my warm breath coating his cock as he continued to explore my wet pussy. Soon he had his long middle digit embedded fully inside me while fingers on either side of it played with my soft folds.
Then the damn traffic began moving … slowly.
"Better stay down," he said.
Sprawled face down across the front seats blowing his big beautiful cock while his middle finger fucked my pussy? I wasn't going anywhere.
The Jeep had security glass in the windows and no one could see in, but the fact we could see outside made what we were doing seem so exciting. Each time the traffic stopped his hand went down my back and into my jeans to finger my pussy again. Each time we started moving he withdrew it, which was making me mad with frustration. But I was working my mouth on his hard-on with vigour and enthusiasm now. Taking him deeper, sucking him harder, licking him faster as I extracted the oozing, salty, sticky precum from him before he finally came in my mouth, his erection pulsing in my grip. I kept my lips clamped around his head slurping and swallowing his hot seed so it wouldn't get on his combats. I sucked and licked until the flaccidity of his cock took over, and his hard-on faded away.
I sat up, gathered my hair, licked his cum off my lips and smiled. He put himself away, zipped up then slid his hand underneath my ass once more so that his thick index finger could open me up again, but this time with two fingers.
As he did this, shifting my ass so that he could get as deep as I needed him to be, I pulled lip gloss from my purse and touched up my lips in the rear-view mirror.
Then the traffic started moving … more quickly this time, and, leaving me desperate for a release of my own, he pulled out of me.
“Ffffucckkkk Jase!” I groaned.
We cleared the crash and headed towards the base.
I leaned heavily against him, lost in my feelings for this guy.
"I know a place we can park," I said, squeezing his fingers as they left the wheel to brush against mine.
"What?" he said.
"I know a place we can stop if you want to park up with me," I said, squeezing him again.
He paused. “I can’t.”
“Oh, okay,” I said, disappointment in my voice, “I get it. No problem.”
He sighed and looked down at me as I smiled up at him.
Then he dialled the number … Samantha, his wife.
“Hi Sam, still stuck I’m afraid. Don’t know when this mess will start moving again. Don’t wait up for me …” ...
… And that was how my affair with Lieutenant Jason Underhill began. I will take every one of the wonderful memories I have of him with me, when these bastards at the Black Dolphin finally take my life …
To Be Continued …
As Special Agent Novikova's life hangs completely in the balance, her survival being manipulated into a tenuous state by the monstrous Officer Yezhov and his cohorts, as she suffers, her naked and beaten body cramped into a small hanging cage, Kat finds her mind regressing fleetingly to recall memories of happier times
This story is told, in the main, as a narrative in the words of Special Agent Ekaterina Novikova
Black Dolphin Prison, Orenburg Oblast, Russia
Sleep was impossible. I spent a tormented night swinging in the cage above the floor of the torture chamber. My body screamed out its pain, forcing me to moan in anguish. The hours passed so very slowly, and eventually my lucidity gave way to semi-conscious dreams …
Jason … Jase … my love …
… The traffic on the road to the Training Centre at Fort Monckton was stopped by an accident, and my heart pounded sitting there next to him alone in his car. He was so handsome. Mid-thirties. Tall. Athletic. Married. I crossed my legs feeling the stickiness between my thighs yet again.
I had seen his fine body in swim trunks when he worked out in the Fort’s Gym, and even though my own skin would be forever marked from the damage that was done to me in Belarus (see Death by Crucifixion), I frequently saw him look at me too.
Over six foot tall, broad shouldered and narrow waisted the curve of his ass and fullness of his bulge made me cross my legs more than once, and yes, when I had caught his eyes on me in my swimsuit, I liked it … a lot. Each time I hopped out of the pool and sat at the tiled edge, I opened my thighs a little wondering if he understood the invitation was for him … I felt so naughty, but so good too.
Relationships between Officers and Agents were very much frowned upon, not that that stopped my boss, Roger Moore from fucking me in his own ‘special’ way whenever the need took him.
But the way I felt about Lieutenant Jason Underhill was different. ‘Jase’ made my stomach lurch every time I saw him, and being here with him, in the military Jeep returning to base, stuck in traffic, was painfully pleasurable.
He reached out to punch numbers into his phone, called his wife, told her there had been an accident and we were stuck on the road. He didn't know how long it would take to clear.
“I’ll call you again when we start moving Sam,” he said to his wife, “Give the kids a goodnight kiss from me.”
Sitting there in silence listening to the intermittent wipers clear misty drizzle off the windshield I bit my lip. I knew it was a crazy thing to do but I reached over and rested a hand on his thigh.
He removed it and put it back in my lap. When he didn't scold me after a few minutes I did it a second time. He removed it again but it took him longer. Again, he said nothing. I waited a few minutes and then did it a third time.
"Special Agent Novikova?" he said looking in my eyes. I smiled back, but he didn't remove my hand. Looking straight ahead I let my fingers drift upwards to rest over his groin, and in no time at all I felt his cock growing in the leg of his combat pants. My fingers traced the long hard outline. It felt thick and I could feel its heat through the fabric.
When I looked down at his lap, and then back up into his eyes, he was breathing a little more raggedly and then he nodded … that’s all, just nodded.
I took in a deep breath and slowly pulled down his zipper, sliding my hand inside. He sighed, exhaling long and hard as I pulled his erection free. When I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft he turned to me, taking one hand off the steering wheel to brush his touch against my breasts. I felt my nipples, braless under the black top I wore, immediately spring erect. While I slowly stroked him, his big fingers slipped down and pressed hard against the denim covering my pussy, and then with amazing dexterity, he punched loose the button and pulled my zipper down too loosening the snug fit around my waist. He needed access to me and he knew how to get it, moving his hand around the back to my ass he slid it inside my jeans and under my body, whereupon he stroked slowly along the length of my moist pussy.
“Jase, ohhhh fuck yes.” I whispered out my pleasure.
Oh God, this was so good, and it felt so right, but very, very naughty. I leaned over and down, kissed the swollen head of his cock and then wrapped my lips around it.
"This is crazy," he gasped.
I began to lick around the head, whilst stroking the ever-hardening shaft with my nimble fingers. When my other hand cupped his balls, Jase reclined his seat a little and spread his legs for me. I gasped, my warm breath coating his cock as he continued to explore my wet pussy. Soon he had his long middle digit embedded fully inside me while fingers on either side of it played with my soft folds.
Then the damn traffic began moving … slowly.
"Better stay down," he said.
Sprawled face down across the front seats blowing his big beautiful cock while his middle finger fucked my pussy? I wasn't going anywhere.
The Jeep had security glass in the windows and no one could see in, but the fact we could see outside made what we were doing seem so exciting. Each time the traffic stopped his hand went down my back and into my jeans to finger my pussy again. Each time we started moving he withdrew it, which was making me mad with frustration. But I was working my mouth on his hard-on with vigour and enthusiasm now. Taking him deeper, sucking him harder, licking him faster as I extracted the oozing, salty, sticky precum from him before he finally came in my mouth, his erection pulsing in my grip. I kept my lips clamped around his head slurping and swallowing his hot seed so it wouldn't get on his combats. I sucked and licked until the flaccidity of his cock took over, and his hard-on faded away.
I sat up, gathered my hair, licked his cum off my lips and smiled. He put himself away, zipped up then slid his hand underneath my ass once more so that his thick index finger could open me up again, but this time with two fingers.
As he did this, shifting my ass so that he could get as deep as I needed him to be, I pulled lip gloss from my purse and touched up my lips in the rear-view mirror.
Then the traffic started moving … more quickly this time, and, leaving me desperate for a release of my own, he pulled out of me.
“Ffffucckkkk Jase!” I groaned.
We cleared the crash and headed towards the base.
I leaned heavily against him, lost in my feelings for this guy.
"I know a place we can park," I said, squeezing his fingers as they left the wheel to brush against mine.
"What?" he said.
"I know a place we can stop if you want to park up with me," I said, squeezing him again.
He paused. “I can’t.”
“Oh, okay,” I said, disappointment in my voice, “I get it. No problem.”
He sighed and looked down at me as I smiled up at him.
Then he dialled the number … Samantha, his wife.
“Hi Sam, still stuck I’m afraid. Don’t know when this mess will start moving again. Don’t wait up for me …” ...
… And that was how my affair with Lieutenant Jason Underhill began. I will take every one of the wonderful memories I have of him with me, when these bastards at the Black Dolphin finally take my life …
To Be Continued …