Blowback (6)
The Cells at Embassy of Belarus in Washington, D.C.
"Get dressed? Of course you may Yulia, you can get dressed just as soon as you sign that piece of paper on the table over there.” Olga answered, her voice as sunny as a summer's day again, as if she hadn't spent the past twenty minutes poking and prodding Yulia’s nubile body.
“What? What is it?”
There was slight pause before Ludmilla responded. “It’s your confession Miss Jelic.”
“My what? Confession for what?”
Both officers laughed together, before the larger, more senior one said “Your confession to arranging the disappearance and probable death of Anatol Radkov.”
“But … but … I did no such thing, I …” There was a desperation inherent to Yulia’s voice now as she could feel the net closing in.
Olga sighed. “Yes, you did, and you will not be leaving here until the confession is signed and the charges confirmed.”
“But you can’t …” Yulia stopped short realising once again that she had no one to call, no back up … she was on her own.
"Kneel down and keep your head high Miss Jelic."
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"Seriously?" Yulia, despite herself, said out loud.
"Yes, of course, ‘seriously’ – on your fucking knees Jelic!”
Yulia exhaled loudly through her nostrils, before dropping to her knees before camera #2, which was now rolling again. Her wrists remained cuffed together behind her back, and she crossed her ankles unthinkingly, as if she was the subject of an arrest drill. "Back straight, Yulia!"
It was a long, long forty-five minutes before any further communication was received by the two Officers and throughout all of this time Yulia was not charged with anything nor did she agree to sign the ‘confession’. Only then - with her knees aching from the stress position and her patience tested by Olga's insistence that she keep her head up - did they finally receive a further radio message, and it was not what Yulia wanted to hear.
With a grin from ear-to-ear Ludmilla came out from behind her desk and approached the still naked, and very aching young Agent.
“Stand … please, Miss Jelic.”
Yulia sighed, stood up.
“You will find,” Ludmilla said chattily, “… that the procedures we follow are not on the whole very painful, although they can be, if you prove unnecessarily recalcitrant. It is however, far better than in the old days.”
Despite her wrists still being cuffed behind her back, Yulia stretched her body as much as she could to get the blood flowing again.
“In the old days,” Ludmilla continued, “… the way to make a suspect confess without marking their body prior to a court appearance – apart from beating their non-visible body parts of course, – was to stuff finely broken glass up his or her anal passage. This was usually very effective. But it was also extremely painful, so much so that in some cases the victim went out of his or her mind. This was clearly counter-productive, as the prisoner is required to be lucid when they appear before the judge. And, naturally, such ‘encouragement’ did permanent damage.”
Yulia felt sick.
“But this method is no longer used?” she questioned with a concerned tone underpinning her words.
“No, no, not any more. We are far less primitive nowadays. Come along.” She opened a door at the rear of the room, and stepped into a corridor. Yulia glanced at Olga, received a quick nod, and followed.
The 'Bathroom' at Embassy of Belarus in Washington, D.C.
A short walk brought them to another door, which Ludmilla opened, to enter a large, square room, entirely devoid of furniture. There was, however, a coiled hose in one corner, beneath a tap protruding from the wall, and a wooden beam extending across the ceiling, from which was suspended a thick leather strap. And in another corner the ubiquitous camera hung from the ceiling, moving slowly to and fro while it focused on Yulia’s provocative nudity. Beneath the camera, set in the wall, there was an electric control box, from which protruded several buttons and levers.
“This is the room we call the bathroom,” Ludmilla explained. “You will be spending a lot of time here Yulia ... unless you sign our piece of paper.”
Olga pointed to where she wanted Yulia to stand, which was exactly beneath the strap. Yulia assumed the required position, and looking up saw the steel hook suspended above her head. Olga removed the cuffs, brought the Agent’s hands to her front, and then re-cuffed the wrists together. Without ceremony she raised Yulia’s arms and fitted the links of the cuffs over the hook to hold them there, before going to the wall and pressing a button on the box.
Instantly a motor hummed, and the strap receded into the ceiling, just far enough to raise Yulia on to her tiptoes.
“There,” Ludmilla said. “That is not too uncomfortable, is it?”
“No,” Yulia muttered, despite knowing that the question had been rhetorical. It was actually by no means uncomfortable at the moment, although she knew it would become so if she was forced to endure it for any length of time. She was more concerned by the fact that her body was now totally exposed to whatever these two harpies wished to inflict upon her.
She watched Olga cross the room, open a door, and step through.
“It gets very wet in here,” Ludmilla explained. She now picked up the hose by the nozzle. “The water will be somewhat cold, although not as cold as if it were midwinter, eh? Ha ha.”
“Ha ha,” Yulia mimicked faintly. Olga returned through the open door, and she was as naked as Yulia herself. The Offcier stood against the far wall, next to the control box.
“Now,” Ludmilla said. She still held the nozzle of the hose, and this she directed at Yulia. Olga, whose position was much closer to their captive’s hence her own naked state, pulled one of the levers halfway down, and the hose began to swell. Yulia took a deep breath, and was then enveloped in a stream of water, playing on her legs, splattering up over her stomach. As the water was in fact not very cold, it was by no means unpleasant, and after the initial shock subsided, Yulia slowly allowed the breath out of her lungs.
“Full on,” Ludmilla said.
With a slight motion Yulia half turned her head, and was struck a tremendous blow between her shoulder blades. The force spun her round and she glimpsed Ludmilla fighting to keep hold of the nozzle. Then water was cascading over the Agent’s face and hair, before the flow was lowered so that it struck her between the breasts, once more driving the breath from her lungs.
Before Yulia could react, the jet was back onto her face, slamming into her mouth and nose and eyes. I am about to die, she thought. I am being drowned while standing on my feet. Then the pressure subsided, and she was left gasping and spitting; a good deal of the water had poured down her throat and she still felt as if she were choking; it was several seconds before she could take even the shallowest of breaths.
Yulia opened her eyes and gazed at Olga, who had come forward and now slapped her on the back, so that she gasped and choked again and vomited a throat full of water onto the ‘bathroom’ floor.
“That was such fun,” Ludmilla said. “Wasn’t that fun, Yulia?”
Yulia was still gasping too much to speak. In any event, all she wanted to do was curse at this bitch.
“But we cannot just have fun,” Ludmilla said, without regret. “The hose can be used for a more serious purpose. It can inflict exquisite pain. It can cause damage. It can even kill. We will show you.”
Yulia opened her mouth to scream, and then changed her mind. She would not give them that pleasure.
“You wish to speak Miss Jelic? Maybe sign the confession and bring this to an end?”
“Fuck you bitch,” was Yulia’s only response.
Olga had switched off the water before coming forward. Now she returned to the panel and lowered the lever again, but only a third of the way. Water flowed, but with none of the earlier power. Ludmilla played the flow over Yulia’s groin.
“That is very nice, eh? But you see, if I twist the nozzle, like this …” She did so, and the jet narrowed. Ludmilla twisted some more, and it became as thin as a pencil, and then as a pencil lead. Now it was quite painful, feeling like a needle jab, and Yulia screamed.
“Try to imagine,” Ludmilla suggested, “… what it would feel like if we were to give it full volume. Do you know, I have cut off a girl’s nipple with this jet? And if I were to put it inside you … well it would be an instant hysterectomy.” Ludmilla laughed at her own words.
Yulia had recovered her breathing, and was able to keep her voice even. “What happens if I write you out a full confession now, and do not attempt to defend myself?”
“Why, you will be convicted Miss Jelic.”
“And sent to prison, or?”
“For planning to kill one of our Senior Diplomatic Officials?” Ludmilla gave another shout of laughter, and even Olga smiled. “Good heavens, no. You will be shot, Miss Jelic.”
SVR Headquarters, Moscow,
Russia
“And they simply let her go?”
“It would appear that way.” The subordinate Comrade Officer bowed his head just a little as he addressed the Comrade Colonel.
Tretykov shook his head. “Do you think she told them anything?”
Both men raised their eyebrows. It was clear that whilst Ekaterina Novikova was highly regarded in the ranks of the SVR, it was also true that she was very young and still relatively inexperienced.
“The official word is that the Belarusians held her for 24 hours and tortured her, demanding that she sign their confession. But in the absence of her doing that that they could neither hold her nor charge her, and so they let her go.”
Tretykov nodded. “So, our young, beautiful Agent held out, did she?”
“It would appear so Comrade Colonel.”
“Either that or she did not, and she sung for her supper so to speak. Maybe they let her go so they could tape a mic to her, or maybe she is now also their Agent? Can she be trusted any longer?”
The younger, less senior officer stood to attention. “That is for you to decide Comrade Colonel.”
“Yes, you are correct it is. Arrange for Miss Novikova to brought out here to Moscow, we need to see for ourselves.”
FIN
And so there ends another one of our gorgeous, but hapless, heroine's adventures, except this time it finishes with a little bit of a cliff hanger. Poor Ekaterina/Yulia is being pulled from pillar to post by both the country she has targeted as well as her own people! How far will the Russian SVR go in order to prove the unquestioning loyalty of their own Agent. Join me here next week for the serialisation of 'An Interrogation Enhanced', the most explicit Sexpionage escapade yet ...
