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Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Geeze! Has Kat ever been to an NHS hospital? What is she expecting, Marcus Welby, MD?
That's what the compassionate Mr. Moore is bothered by. Losing an agent he's invested in. Not the destruction of an innocent girl!!!
Good idea. Kat seems a slow learner (proven by the fact she keeps going on suicide missions).
Owww! These bad guys aren't so bad.
The beating will continue until Kat's morale improves!Two? One was enough! How many are there?
Now I've lost all sympathy for this home-wrecker. Poor Steph. What did she do to deserve this? With kids and a cold husband? Kat will have much to answer for even if she gets back to the UK alive.
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Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
The Black Dolphin (7) – Work Detail
This story is told, in the main, as a narrative in the words of Special Agent Ekaterina Novikova
Black Dolphin Prison, Orenburg Oblast, Russia
Inevitably my dreams of Jason faded, and I had all but given up hope when the large, heavy door opened and Officer Yezhov accompanied by inmate Belov, entered once again.
As I was lowered to the floor, I pleaded with my captors.
"Please, Sir, please let me just go back to my cell."
"All in good time, pizda (cunt)! But first, we must make sure you have learned your lesson."
The cage was unlocked and Belov pulled me from it. My legs were so numb, I was unable to stand without his help. With his arm around me, his hand cupped my breast and squeezed it hard, enjoying every little ounce of pleasure he could bleed out of me.
Even as he drew my arms out before my body and fastened handcuffs once more about my wrists, I dared not protest. My shoulder hurt like hell but it appeared that it wasn’t dislocated … a very small mercy. Half dragging, half carrying me, he led me over to an upright timber strut. With me facing the wood, he lifted my arms over my head and hooked the cuffs to a large rusted iron hook high above me, forcing me onto the very tips of my toes, and placing most of my weight onto my shoulders … I screamed a new aching agony. My breasts were parted by the smooth wood as I twisted my head as far as my neck would allow and glanced apprehensively behind me. I saw Officer Yezhov pick up a length of rubber hose about three feet long, swinging it through the air, testing its flexibility.
I cannot describe the agony I endured for the next hour. Yezhov, using all of his strength and dexterity, thrashed that hose against my back and ass causing me to once again lose complete control of my bladder … Despite me pissing myself, the beating did not pause for one second. The pain was unimaginable as I screamed until my throat was hoarse. After the first ten strokes, my legs collapsed and I hung limp from the cuffs. When he finally ceased, I was drenched with sweat and my breath was coming in short gasps. I was sure that he had ruptured my kidneys and broken one or two of my ribs.
A vague awareness infused my mind as I felt my body being removed from the post and carried out of the room … before slipping once more into a comforting blackness.
******
It was maybe a few hours later when two other guards entered my cell. Through barely open eyes I looked up at them.
“Move it bitch. Work detail.” One of the men said. I was so exhausted from my ordeal of the previous evening and lack of sleep, not to mention the severe beating, that I could barely move a limb. Nevertheless, the guards grabbed my arms and shoved me down the hall toward the courtyard where the other prisoners were assembled.
As I made a vain attempt to hide my nudity, we were marched several hundred metres, to a small prison quarry, where I was handed a large, heavy-weight pick axe, and assigned my spot.
After no more than an hour, the rock breaking had taken its toll on my abused body, the work draining me of what little energy I had left. As the world began to spin, I sank to my knees and dropped the axe. Perspiration was pouring from my body and my tongue seemed like it was ready to burst from my mouth. I shook my head, trying to clear my vision but all I could see were black spots before my eyes. I fell to my hands and knees, trying my hardest to fight the overwhelming desire to sleep.
I was almost unconscious when I felt my arms being grasped by strong hands and my body lifted from the ground, and in a stupor, I was dragged through the dirt and dust, my legs trailing behind as my bare feet raked up the stony gravel beneath us.
With hair covering my face, my head hung between upraised arms as the men pulled me relentlessly to wherever it was they were taking me. I tried to speak but only mumbled sounds came from deep in my throat as I struggled to open my eyes.
I have no idea how or when it happened, but my wrists were tied above my head to a thick protruding tree branch. My body twisted slowly and I could see two of the guards standing in front of me, their mouths distorted with lascivious grins as they removed their shirts and began to unravel leather whips from their belts …
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
Inevitably my dreams of Jason faded, and I had all but given up hope when the large, heavy door opened and Officer Yezhov accompanied by inmate Belov, entered once again.
As I was lowered to the floor, I pleaded with my captors.
"Please, Sir, please let me just go back to my cell."
"All in good time, pizda (cunt)! But first, we must make sure you have learned your lesson."
The cage was unlocked and Belov pulled me from it. My legs were so numb, I was unable to stand without his help. With his arm around me, his hand cupped my breast and squeezed it hard, enjoying every little ounce of pleasure he could bleed out of me.
Even as he drew my arms out before my body and fastened handcuffs once more about my wrists, I dared not protest. My shoulder hurt like hell but it appeared that it wasn’t dislocated … a very small mercy. Half dragging, half carrying me, he led me over to an upright timber strut. With me facing the wood, he lifted my arms over my head and hooked the cuffs to a large rusted iron hook high above me, forcing me onto the very tips of my toes, and placing most of my weight onto my shoulders … I screamed a new aching agony. My breasts were parted by the smooth wood as I twisted my head as far as my neck would allow and glanced apprehensively behind me. I saw Officer Yezhov pick up a length of rubber hose about three feet long, swinging it through the air, testing its flexibility.
I cannot describe the agony I endured for the next hour. Yezhov, using all of his strength and dexterity, thrashed that hose against my back and ass causing me to once again lose complete control of my bladder … Despite me pissing myself, the beating did not pause for one second. The pain was unimaginable as I screamed until my throat was hoarse. After the first ten strokes, my legs collapsed and I hung limp from the cuffs. When he finally ceased, I was drenched with sweat and my breath was coming in short gasps. I was sure that he had ruptured my kidneys and broken one or two of my ribs.
A vague awareness infused my mind as I felt my body being removed from the post and carried out of the room … before slipping once more into a comforting blackness.
******
It was maybe a few hours later when two other guards entered my cell. Through barely open eyes I looked up at them.
“Move it bitch. Work detail.” One of the men said. I was so exhausted from my ordeal of the previous evening and lack of sleep, not to mention the severe beating, that I could barely move a limb. Nevertheless, the guards grabbed my arms and shoved me down the hall toward the courtyard where the other prisoners were assembled.
As I made a vain attempt to hide my nudity, we were marched several hundred metres, to a small prison quarry, where I was handed a large, heavy-weight pick axe, and assigned my spot.
After no more than an hour, the rock breaking had taken its toll on my abused body, the work draining me of what little energy I had left. As the world began to spin, I sank to my knees and dropped the axe. Perspiration was pouring from my body and my tongue seemed like it was ready to burst from my mouth. I shook my head, trying to clear my vision but all I could see were black spots before my eyes. I fell to my hands and knees, trying my hardest to fight the overwhelming desire to sleep.
I was almost unconscious when I felt my arms being grasped by strong hands and my body lifted from the ground, and in a stupor, I was dragged through the dirt and dust, my legs trailing behind as my bare feet raked up the stony gravel beneath us.
With hair covering my face, my head hung between upraised arms as the men pulled me relentlessly to wherever it was they were taking me. I tried to speak but only mumbled sounds came from deep in my throat as I struggled to open my eyes.
I have no idea how or when it happened, but my wrists were tied above my head to a thick protruding tree branch. My body twisted slowly and I could see two of the guards standing in front of me, their mouths distorted with lascivious grins as they removed their shirts and began to unravel leather whips from their belts …
To Be Continued …
Missed a chance to strike back there. A pick axe would have been a potent weapon. Where was her Mi6 training when she needed it?
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Lost in her constant exhaustion and muted by the armed guards ... possibly ...
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
The Black Dolphin (8) – Work Detail Part II
This story is told, in the main, as a narrative in the words of Special Agent Ekaterina Novikova
Black Dolphin Prison, Orenburg Oblast, Russia
Tied to a tree, the entire work force in the quarry stopped to watch, Kat awaits the inevitable lash, and knows that on top of the punishment she has already received, the impending flogging will be far from painless …
“Now we teach you how to work hard bitch and not let fellow workers down.”
I heard their words, knew what they meant to my immediate fate, but had no energy left to beg for any kind of mercy.
And then the beating began.
The pain galvanised my voice and I screamed until my throat was raw. Two of them lashed me simultaneously, front and back so that I could see as huge red welts appeared over my skin … the sound of leather slapping against my body, slicing my flesh resounded throughout the excavation. When they decided I had had enough, they stopped and I just hung, my bound and beaten body slowly swaying.
A crash of freezing cold water over my exhausted form temporarily revived me as I was cut down only to be dragged once again back to my place of so-called work, where, still naked, I was once again handed an axe and ordered to begin again.
I had an axe in my hand. I thought about the damage I could do with it, but the guns permanently trained on us and the fact that I could barely even swing it, made any practical execution of my thoughts impossible.
When the prisoners were given a break for lunch, I was immediately surrounded by several large, semi-naked inmates. I glanced at the guards, all of whom had turned their backs on this newly formed vignette. I slowly shook my head …
“So, you all get to have me now …” The words were not spoken as a question, more as a statement of total resignation. I was taken with ease and without dissent on my part, to a clearing and thrown to the ground. One of the bastards took the initiative and spread my legs with his boot. Dropping to his knees I watched helplessly as he flipped out his erection, positioned his hard length and thrust into my body, fucking me without a moments pause for mercy …
When I didn't respond to his impalement of me, no doubt offending his ego, he slapped me hard across the face and breasts until I moaned with simulated desire. It took him several minutes to empty his seed inside me, whereupon his cock was quickly replaced by another. By the time the break was over I had been systematically gang-raped …
A small cup of water was my lunch for the day.
Officer’s Apartments, Fort Monckton, Stokes Bay, Gosport, Hampshire, UK
“I knew it.” Samantha Underhill was staring blankly at her husband. “How long has it been going on?” She added accusatorily.
“Pretty much since she arrived at Fort Monckton as a combat trainer.” Jase responded, his gaze downcast.
“A long time then.” Sam was being eerily calm given that she had just been told about her husband’s infidelity.
He nodded.
“Whilst we had sex; took the kids on holiday; entertained OUR friends in OUR house … all this time you were fucking her?”
Again he nodded … he couldn’t speak.
“Jason.”
“What?”
“Just fuck off.”
“What?”
“FUCK OFF!”
“You mean now?”
“I mean this very minute.” Her voice was now infused with anger.
“But where can I go?”
Sam laughed a sardonic laugh. “Like I care Jason. Go to your whore … oh I’m sorry, you can’t because she’s missing.”
Jason stared disbelievingly at his wife, who now stood and pointed at the door. “FUCKING LEAVE RIGHT NOW JASON … I HOPE YOUR BITCH IS ROTTING SOMEWHERE IN HELL AND THAT YOU SOMEHOW MANAGE TO JOIN HER!”
Black Dolphin Prison, Orenburg Oblast, Russia
How I survived the whole afternoon, I had no idea. Twice more I fainted and twice more I was hauled over to the tree, strung up and whipped. After each lashing, I was revived by a bucket of water crashing into my face and dragged back to quarry. At day's end I could hardly move, but still I was marched back to the main cell block along with the others, including several who had raped me earlier in the day.
As our retinue pulled into the prison yard, we were met by Officer Yezhov who eyed me maliciously. When I started to follow the other prisoners into our cell block, he grabbed my shoulder from behind and spun me around.
"No rest, not tonight! Tonight, you will be the shlyukha (whore) for the inmates!"
Two guards grabbed my arms.
“Now we take you to Block Z.” I knew what that meant. Block Z was where the worst of the worst were housed and tonight, despite my body being covered in filth, sweat and cum, I was to be their ‘treat’.
Unlike the main cell blocks, the men in Z were grouped into a small number of larger cells. As we entered their section, I was greeted with hoots and jeers as a number of these bastards grabbed their crotch and made obscene gestures. Despite the numbness in my aching, beaten and used body, a chill ran down my spine, my nerves now entirely shredded.
"God, please help me. Don't put me in there!" My pleas fell on deaf ears as the guards unlocked the cell door and thrust me inside.
Covering my nudity as best I could with my hands, I stood cringing against the door as it was locked. Before me I could see their faces and hear the bestial comments of the male prisoners.
A hand grabbed my shoulder and threw me to the floor. More hands clutched at my legs and spread them apart. As I opened my mouth to scream it was immediately filled with a stinking erection, my pussy simultaneously filled. I was in Cell Room Number 1, and there were seven such cells. My night of hell was about to begin!
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
Tied to a tree, the entire work force in the quarry stopped to watch, Kat awaits the inevitable lash, and knows that on top of the punishment she has already received, the impending flogging will be far from painless …
“Now we teach you how to work hard bitch and not let fellow workers down.”
I heard their words, knew what they meant to my immediate fate, but had no energy left to beg for any kind of mercy.
And then the beating began.
The pain galvanised my voice and I screamed until my throat was raw. Two of them lashed me simultaneously, front and back so that I could see as huge red welts appeared over my skin … the sound of leather slapping against my body, slicing my flesh resounded throughout the excavation. When they decided I had had enough, they stopped and I just hung, my bound and beaten body slowly swaying.
A crash of freezing cold water over my exhausted form temporarily revived me as I was cut down only to be dragged once again back to my place of so-called work, where, still naked, I was once again handed an axe and ordered to begin again.
I had an axe in my hand. I thought about the damage I could do with it, but the guns permanently trained on us and the fact that I could barely even swing it, made any practical execution of my thoughts impossible.
When the prisoners were given a break for lunch, I was immediately surrounded by several large, semi-naked inmates. I glanced at the guards, all of whom had turned their backs on this newly formed vignette. I slowly shook my head …
“So, you all get to have me now …” The words were not spoken as a question, more as a statement of total resignation. I was taken with ease and without dissent on my part, to a clearing and thrown to the ground. One of the bastards took the initiative and spread my legs with his boot. Dropping to his knees I watched helplessly as he flipped out his erection, positioned his hard length and thrust into my body, fucking me without a moments pause for mercy …
When I didn't respond to his impalement of me, no doubt offending his ego, he slapped me hard across the face and breasts until I moaned with simulated desire. It took him several minutes to empty his seed inside me, whereupon his cock was quickly replaced by another. By the time the break was over I had been systematically gang-raped …
A small cup of water was my lunch for the day.
Officer’s Apartments, Fort Monckton, Stokes Bay, Gosport, Hampshire, UK
“I knew it.” Samantha Underhill was staring blankly at her husband. “How long has it been going on?” She added accusatorily.
“Pretty much since she arrived at Fort Monckton as a combat trainer.” Jase responded, his gaze downcast.
“A long time then.” Sam was being eerily calm given that she had just been told about her husband’s infidelity.
He nodded.
“Whilst we had sex; took the kids on holiday; entertained OUR friends in OUR house … all this time you were fucking her?”
Again he nodded … he couldn’t speak.
“Jason.”
“What?”
“Just fuck off.”
“What?”
“FUCK OFF!”
“You mean now?”
“I mean this very minute.” Her voice was now infused with anger.
“But where can I go?”
Sam laughed a sardonic laugh. “Like I care Jason. Go to your whore … oh I’m sorry, you can’t because she’s missing.”
Jason stared disbelievingly at his wife, who now stood and pointed at the door. “FUCKING LEAVE RIGHT NOW JASON … I HOPE YOUR BITCH IS ROTTING SOMEWHERE IN HELL AND THAT YOU SOMEHOW MANAGE TO JOIN HER!”
Black Dolphin Prison, Orenburg Oblast, Russia
How I survived the whole afternoon, I had no idea. Twice more I fainted and twice more I was hauled over to the tree, strung up and whipped. After each lashing, I was revived by a bucket of water crashing into my face and dragged back to quarry. At day's end I could hardly move, but still I was marched back to the main cell block along with the others, including several who had raped me earlier in the day.
As our retinue pulled into the prison yard, we were met by Officer Yezhov who eyed me maliciously. When I started to follow the other prisoners into our cell block, he grabbed my shoulder from behind and spun me around.
"No rest, not tonight! Tonight, you will be the shlyukha (whore) for the inmates!"
Two guards grabbed my arms.
“Now we take you to Block Z.” I knew what that meant. Block Z was where the worst of the worst were housed and tonight, despite my body being covered in filth, sweat and cum, I was to be their ‘treat’.
Unlike the main cell blocks, the men in Z were grouped into a small number of larger cells. As we entered their section, I was greeted with hoots and jeers as a number of these bastards grabbed their crotch and made obscene gestures. Despite the numbness in my aching, beaten and used body, a chill ran down my spine, my nerves now entirely shredded.
"God, please help me. Don't put me in there!" My pleas fell on deaf ears as the guards unlocked the cell door and thrust me inside.
Covering my nudity as best I could with my hands, I stood cringing against the door as it was locked. Before me I could see their faces and hear the bestial comments of the male prisoners.
A hand grabbed my shoulder and threw me to the floor. More hands clutched at my legs and spread them apart. As I opened my mouth to scream it was immediately filled with a stinking erection, my pussy simultaneously filled. I was in Cell Room Number 1, and there were seven such cells. My night of hell was about to begin!
To Be Continued …
Prophetic words? Would serve him right! Tsk tsk tsk.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
I never knew that pizza was a word for cunt. Waiter. I'll have another thin crust with extra anchovies!
Geeze! How these girls overreact to a teensy-tiny little slip on his part. Hold on! Try ordering a pizza!
I don’t think Kat thought he was teensy, but maybe his wife did?
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
The Black Dolphin (9) – Tretykov’s Wishes
This story is told, in the main, as a narrative in the words of Special Agent Ekaterina Novikova
MI6 SIS Building, Lambeth, London, UK
“If you need unpaid leave to sort out your domestic affairs then I will have to find another Special Ops Officer.” Roger Moore had called Lieutenant Jason Underhill to a meeting. Moore knew that the Underhill’s’ marriage was very much on the rocks, what he didn’t know however, was that his sometime-bondage-submissive and now missing Agent, Ekaterina Novikova, was the ‘other woman’ in Underhill’s marriage triumvirate.
But Jase would not hear anything of it. His heart already soared when Moore had shared with him the news just now that he had received intel from Dame Commander Henrietta Sharp KCMG, the UK’s Ambassador to Russia. Dame Sharp had shared that Kat was alive and being held captive by the Russian Authorities.
“But there is still no formal acknowledgement that they have her Lieutenant, and so we cannot leverage political mileage here.”
Jason nodded, he understood. Once again, he and his team would be sent on a Black Ops mission to rescue Special Agent Novikova …
“I’m ready to leave right away Sir.”
“You don’t need to leave Lieutenant, your role will be right here alongside me … we have much to arrange.”
Black Dolphin Prison, Orenburg Oblast, Russia
Seven cells in Block Z, a gang of the most vicious inmates imaginable in each lockup. I could not walk out of that damned hole after my night of hell with them, I couldn’t even crawl. As dawn broke, I was carried out on some form of stretcher and deposited, filthy and naked, back in my own cell.
Did I sleep? Was I unconscious? Did I care? It seemed like only moments before Yezhov was again staring me down from the entrance way of my own personal jail.
“It appears that you have secured the displeasure of some very senior people Prisoner Novikova …” His face wore an earnest expression but grave statements like the one he was now making were becoming water off a duck’s back to me.
I said nothing as he continued.
“Colonel Tretykov still holds you responsible for the Motherland’s humiliation during the failure of our currency deal with Belarus. He believes you should have died on that cross in Minsk and so has ordered that you suffer the same punishment here.”
I thought that I had experienced all that could possibly be done to me here at the ‘Dolphin, but when I heard the word ‘cross’ my head spun, and I reeled as the nightmare of Belarus came flooding back (see Death by Crucifixion). But before I had chance to properly react, Yezhov was joined by two more guards and I was hauled along a long corridor of cheering, lust-fuelled inmates, enjoying the spectacle of the naked girl being mistreated once again, before their very eyes.
Someone spat in my face as I passed and an object struck me between the shoulder blades. When the next door to open caused chilled air to blown into my face, I knew we were outside and, in the distance, across the yard, I could see a wooden post towards which I was being taken.
As we got nearer my heart sank. Fear triggered a violent shudder because I could see that attached to the post was a cross-member about waist high. Where that beam joined the main upright was a long, thick wooden dildo jutting up and out at an angle.
“Oh my God, you can’t do this … please no.” Panic set in and I struggled but to no avail.
MI6 SIS Building, Lambeth, London, UK
“But Sir …”
“Calm down Underhill. This way is much better, trust me.”
Roger Moore had just shared with Jason the fact that the British Embassy in Moscow had a breakthrough. Using a remote hacking tool held on a server in London, whilst they had failed to breach the SVR drives in Moscow, they had managed to hack into the less secure, personal email of the notorious Colonel Tretykov.
“They have found video evidence that the SVR are holding Special Agent Novikova and currently have her incarcerated in the Black Dolphin.” Moore had informed his Lieutenant.
Jason nodded, but could not disguise his sharp intake of breath. He knew what the Black Dolphin was, they all did, it was infamous.
“And so … Sir?” Underhill questioned.
“And so, Lieutenant, this means that you can go and sort out your domestic problems, and leave this rescue mission to the Embassy. Henrietta Sharp assures me that she now has the personal leverage against Tretykov, he will acknowledge that they have Ekaterina and release her to us. The Embassy team is already onto it …”
The Lieutenant nodded. It pained him to leave the rescue of the girl he loved to someone else, but it was true, he had a lot of crap to sort out in his own life. Maybe this was his opportunity to pave the way for he and Kat to have their own future … but his optimism on that front would be far better founded once he knew that she was safe.
To Be Continued …
This story is told, in the main, as a narrative in the words of Special Agent Ekaterina Novikova
MI6 SIS Building, Lambeth, London, UK
“If you need unpaid leave to sort out your domestic affairs then I will have to find another Special Ops Officer.” Roger Moore had called Lieutenant Jason Underhill to a meeting. Moore knew that the Underhill’s’ marriage was very much on the rocks, what he didn’t know however, was that his sometime-bondage-submissive and now missing Agent, Ekaterina Novikova, was the ‘other woman’ in Underhill’s marriage triumvirate.
But Jase would not hear anything of it. His heart already soared when Moore had shared with him the news just now that he had received intel from Dame Commander Henrietta Sharp KCMG, the UK’s Ambassador to Russia. Dame Sharp had shared that Kat was alive and being held captive by the Russian Authorities.
“But there is still no formal acknowledgement that they have her Lieutenant, and so we cannot leverage political mileage here.”
Jason nodded, he understood. Once again, he and his team would be sent on a Black Ops mission to rescue Special Agent Novikova …
“I’m ready to leave right away Sir.”
“You don’t need to leave Lieutenant, your role will be right here alongside me … we have much to arrange.”
Black Dolphin Prison, Orenburg Oblast, Russia
Seven cells in Block Z, a gang of the most vicious inmates imaginable in each lockup. I could not walk out of that damned hole after my night of hell with them, I couldn’t even crawl. As dawn broke, I was carried out on some form of stretcher and deposited, filthy and naked, back in my own cell.
Did I sleep? Was I unconscious? Did I care? It seemed like only moments before Yezhov was again staring me down from the entrance way of my own personal jail.
“It appears that you have secured the displeasure of some very senior people Prisoner Novikova …” His face wore an earnest expression but grave statements like the one he was now making were becoming water off a duck’s back to me.
I said nothing as he continued.
“Colonel Tretykov still holds you responsible for the Motherland’s humiliation during the failure of our currency deal with Belarus. He believes you should have died on that cross in Minsk and so has ordered that you suffer the same punishment here.”
I thought that I had experienced all that could possibly be done to me here at the ‘Dolphin, but when I heard the word ‘cross’ my head spun, and I reeled as the nightmare of Belarus came flooding back (see Death by Crucifixion). But before I had chance to properly react, Yezhov was joined by two more guards and I was hauled along a long corridor of cheering, lust-fuelled inmates, enjoying the spectacle of the naked girl being mistreated once again, before their very eyes.
Someone spat in my face as I passed and an object struck me between the shoulder blades. When the next door to open caused chilled air to blown into my face, I knew we were outside and, in the distance, across the yard, I could see a wooden post towards which I was being taken.
As we got nearer my heart sank. Fear triggered a violent shudder because I could see that attached to the post was a cross-member about waist high. Where that beam joined the main upright was a long, thick wooden dildo jutting up and out at an angle.
“Oh my God, you can’t do this … please no.” Panic set in and I struggled but to no avail.
MI6 SIS Building, Lambeth, London, UK
“But Sir …”
“Calm down Underhill. This way is much better, trust me.”
Roger Moore had just shared with Jason the fact that the British Embassy in Moscow had a breakthrough. Using a remote hacking tool held on a server in London, whilst they had failed to breach the SVR drives in Moscow, they had managed to hack into the less secure, personal email of the notorious Colonel Tretykov.
“They have found video evidence that the SVR are holding Special Agent Novikova and currently have her incarcerated in the Black Dolphin.” Moore had informed his Lieutenant.
Jason nodded, but could not disguise his sharp intake of breath. He knew what the Black Dolphin was, they all did, it was infamous.
“And so … Sir?” Underhill questioned.
“And so, Lieutenant, this means that you can go and sort out your domestic problems, and leave this rescue mission to the Embassy. Henrietta Sharp assures me that she now has the personal leverage against Tretykov, he will acknowledge that they have Ekaterina and release her to us. The Embassy team is already onto it …”
The Lieutenant nodded. It pained him to leave the rescue of the girl he loved to someone else, but it was true, he had a lot of crap to sort out in his own life. Maybe this was his opportunity to pave the way for he and Kat to have their own future … but his optimism on that front would be far better founded once he knew that she was safe.
To Be Continued …
And what could possibly go wrong with that?
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
One hopes that such an esteemed Ambassador will see things through ... hopefully, possibly, maybe ...
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
The Black Dolphin (10) – Mounted on the Cross
This story is told, in the main, as a narrative in the words of Special Agent Ekaterina Novikova
Black Dolphin Prison, Orenburg Oblast, Russia
Upon reaching the post, taking one thigh each and placing their free arms around my shoulders, the guards lifted me with ease and, using their leverage underneath my body, they pulled apart my ass cheeks and positioned me at the tip of this monstrous dildo. I could feel the sweat from trickling down my back and so it was no doubt coating the monstrous phallus in natural lubricant, a fact that was confirmed when the rigid tool pressed against my sphincter, and those bastards gave me a final push, thrusting it home!
“Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii” I yelled in pain.
To then add to my extreme discomfort my legs were bent backwards at the knee until they rested on top of the lower cross-beam, whereupon the guards lashed them down with leather binding. My thighs were now spread open as far as they could go and my pussy was completely exposed. As tears streamed from my swollen eyes, my arms were brought around behind the post and lashed together at the wrists and forearms with more strapping thrusting my breasts out from my chest, and for the second time in my young life I was ‘crucified’.
But my torment wasn’t yet fully established.
"Prinesi mne grushu (Bring me the pear)!" Officer Yezhov ordered and one of the guards approached him with a medieval styled metal contraption that looked like a large egg at the end of a handle. Taking it from the guard, Yezhov turned and thrust the egg end of the contraption between my distended labia while I gasped in shock. Then he began to twist the handle and the egg began to expand! Larger and larger it became until I thought my womb would burst.
“STOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!” My screams echoed through the yard while I gazed down in horror at the mutilation of my body.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Yezhov stopped twisting and stepped back. Sobs racked my tortured body as I hung suspended on the cross with my pussy stretched open beyond belief. The dildo inside my ass felt huge and my legs ached awfully from being stretched so wide.
This was the end … I knew it, I could sense it … and I felt relieved.
******
I must have passed out, because when I came to, I was alone in the courtyard. The sun was up and it was growing hotter by the second. Sweat poured from every pore and my muscles screamed in protest as I hung, alone, desperate in my isolation. As the sun reached its zenith, I was babbling like an idiot; tongue swollen and my lips parched. I drifted in and out of consciousness. Minutes seemed like hours and hours like a lifetime. I prayed for the death that was still being denied to me.
As the sun descended below the walls of the prison, it became cooler. I began to tremble and shake as my body goose-pimpled. My shivering only aggravated the position of the devices that currently held me in a doubly penetrated position. My despair was approaching insanity when Officer Yezhov suddenly re-appeared.
I mistook his removing the pear from my pussy as an act of kindness and whispered my gratitude.
“Thank you,” I uttered in a barely discernible murmur.
He smiled sadistically while dropping his pants to his ankles. His, now-familiar, erection greeted my eyes just moments before he thrust hard between my legs. I was at the perfect height for him to rape me and I gasped as he began to plunge in and out of my body, fucking me with an ever-increasing pace, as he rutted at me with a desperation borne out of his misguided lust. Surprisingly, as he massaged my engorged mound with his fingers, I began to experience a rising sensation that overpowered my agony. With short, panting gasps, the orgasm built inside me until it exploded in one raging burst.
“Ohhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkk!” I screamed out, “I’m cummmmmming!” And as his load filled my pussy, I climaxed. My humiliation was complete.
As soon he was done, Yezhov pulled out of my body, and without a word he disappeared, leaving me gasping for breath … that damned wooden shaft still rooted into my very core.
I was visited twice more that night by guards, taking advantage of my exposed and accessible position. They brought me water which was some relief, but each time I was left dazed and exhausted.
The sun began to rise for my second day of discipline on the cross and I allowed my bladder to empty on the ground beneath me. I was somewhat thankful in that I had had nothing to eat for my bowels were in no position to need voiding. Steeling myself for the heat that was certain to render my already crazed mind senseless, I anticipated further demise with as much stoicism as I could muster. When the sun rose and sweat once again began to pour from my body, I cried out for my God to take me …
Unlike my first day, the second one involved not only the searing sun bearing down on my unprotected flesh but also a swarm of biting flies that tormented me endlessly. Unable to defend myself, they feasted on the tender skin of my breasts and face until I was screaming in agony.
“Please, My God, help me … let me die! Pleeeeease!” My cries only seemed to encourage the little devils to attack me with even more enthusiasm.
It was Belarus all over again … but I knew that this time I would be left to perish.
When Officer Yezhov came to release me, he found me barely conscious, my body rocking back and forth on the dildo upon which I remained mounted.
Once untied I was unable to stand by myself, and so two guards carried me back into the prison infirmary.
British Embassy, Smolenskaya Naberezhnaya, 10, Moscow, Russia,
“No, you listen to me, don’t you dare try to deny this, because if you do I will …” Dame Commander Henrietta Sharp KCMG was in full flow … “… I have both the pictures and the videos Comrade Colonel Tretykov and will not hesitate to use them.”
She paused and wallowed in the obvious discomfort being felt by the Head of the SVR. He had called Commander Sharp personally once it had become known that she had copies from his private video collection showing his personal treatment of Special Agent Novikova. It wasn’t that he felt any remorse over the way he had dealt with her, Novikova was a traitorous cunt after all, but the idea of this damned women making her evidence public was an intolerable thought.
“So, madam, just assume that I do in fact know where Special Agent Novikova is … what do you want from me?”
“I want her back safely in my custody this very minute Tretykov,” The British Ambassador had abandoned all semblance of nicety. “And to show our good faith and give you a reason to keep face with your own people, we will release one of yours too. So tit, as it were, for tat. How does that sound?”
It sounded like the best he could hope for, as his weary “Yes, you have deal,” signified.
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
Upon reaching the post, taking one thigh each and placing their free arms around my shoulders, the guards lifted me with ease and, using their leverage underneath my body, they pulled apart my ass cheeks and positioned me at the tip of this monstrous dildo. I could feel the sweat from trickling down my back and so it was no doubt coating the monstrous phallus in natural lubricant, a fact that was confirmed when the rigid tool pressed against my sphincter, and those bastards gave me a final push, thrusting it home!
“Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii” I yelled in pain.
To then add to my extreme discomfort my legs were bent backwards at the knee until they rested on top of the lower cross-beam, whereupon the guards lashed them down with leather binding. My thighs were now spread open as far as they could go and my pussy was completely exposed. As tears streamed from my swollen eyes, my arms were brought around behind the post and lashed together at the wrists and forearms with more strapping thrusting my breasts out from my chest, and for the second time in my young life I was ‘crucified’.
But my torment wasn’t yet fully established.
"Prinesi mne grushu (Bring me the pear)!" Officer Yezhov ordered and one of the guards approached him with a medieval styled metal contraption that looked like a large egg at the end of a handle. Taking it from the guard, Yezhov turned and thrust the egg end of the contraption between my distended labia while I gasped in shock. Then he began to twist the handle and the egg began to expand! Larger and larger it became until I thought my womb would burst.
“STOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!” My screams echoed through the yard while I gazed down in horror at the mutilation of my body.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Yezhov stopped twisting and stepped back. Sobs racked my tortured body as I hung suspended on the cross with my pussy stretched open beyond belief. The dildo inside my ass felt huge and my legs ached awfully from being stretched so wide.
This was the end … I knew it, I could sense it … and I felt relieved.
******
I must have passed out, because when I came to, I was alone in the courtyard. The sun was up and it was growing hotter by the second. Sweat poured from every pore and my muscles screamed in protest as I hung, alone, desperate in my isolation. As the sun reached its zenith, I was babbling like an idiot; tongue swollen and my lips parched. I drifted in and out of consciousness. Minutes seemed like hours and hours like a lifetime. I prayed for the death that was still being denied to me.
As the sun descended below the walls of the prison, it became cooler. I began to tremble and shake as my body goose-pimpled. My shivering only aggravated the position of the devices that currently held me in a doubly penetrated position. My despair was approaching insanity when Officer Yezhov suddenly re-appeared.
I mistook his removing the pear from my pussy as an act of kindness and whispered my gratitude.
“Thank you,” I uttered in a barely discernible murmur.
He smiled sadistically while dropping his pants to his ankles. His, now-familiar, erection greeted my eyes just moments before he thrust hard between my legs. I was at the perfect height for him to rape me and I gasped as he began to plunge in and out of my body, fucking me with an ever-increasing pace, as he rutted at me with a desperation borne out of his misguided lust. Surprisingly, as he massaged my engorged mound with his fingers, I began to experience a rising sensation that overpowered my agony. With short, panting gasps, the orgasm built inside me until it exploded in one raging burst.
“Ohhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkk!” I screamed out, “I’m cummmmmming!” And as his load filled my pussy, I climaxed. My humiliation was complete.
As soon he was done, Yezhov pulled out of my body, and without a word he disappeared, leaving me gasping for breath … that damned wooden shaft still rooted into my very core.
I was visited twice more that night by guards, taking advantage of my exposed and accessible position. They brought me water which was some relief, but each time I was left dazed and exhausted.
The sun began to rise for my second day of discipline on the cross and I allowed my bladder to empty on the ground beneath me. I was somewhat thankful in that I had had nothing to eat for my bowels were in no position to need voiding. Steeling myself for the heat that was certain to render my already crazed mind senseless, I anticipated further demise with as much stoicism as I could muster. When the sun rose and sweat once again began to pour from my body, I cried out for my God to take me …
Unlike my first day, the second one involved not only the searing sun bearing down on my unprotected flesh but also a swarm of biting flies that tormented me endlessly. Unable to defend myself, they feasted on the tender skin of my breasts and face until I was screaming in agony.
“Please, My God, help me … let me die! Pleeeeease!” My cries only seemed to encourage the little devils to attack me with even more enthusiasm.
It was Belarus all over again … but I knew that this time I would be left to perish.
When Officer Yezhov came to release me, he found me barely conscious, my body rocking back and forth on the dildo upon which I remained mounted.
Once untied I was unable to stand by myself, and so two guards carried me back into the prison infirmary.
British Embassy, Smolenskaya Naberezhnaya, 10, Moscow, Russia,
“No, you listen to me, don’t you dare try to deny this, because if you do I will …” Dame Commander Henrietta Sharp KCMG was in full flow … “… I have both the pictures and the videos Comrade Colonel Tretykov and will not hesitate to use them.”
She paused and wallowed in the obvious discomfort being felt by the Head of the SVR. He had called Commander Sharp personally once it had become known that she had copies from his private video collection showing his personal treatment of Special Agent Novikova. It wasn’t that he felt any remorse over the way he had dealt with her, Novikova was a traitorous cunt after all, but the idea of this damned women making her evidence public was an intolerable thought.
“So, madam, just assume that I do in fact know where Special Agent Novikova is … what do you want from me?”
“I want her back safely in my custody this very minute Tretykov,” The British Ambassador had abandoned all semblance of nicety. “And to show our good faith and give you a reason to keep face with your own people, we will release one of yours too. So tit, as it were, for tat. How does that sound?”
It sounded like the best he could hope for, as his weary “Yes, you have deal,” signified.
To Be Continued …
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Well, we know the identity of tit. I wonder who tat is?