Sensual Siren (2)
The Реабилитационный центр – SVR (SVR Rehabilitation Centre), Central Moscow. In the Psycho-Analytical Suite
Agent Novikova shifted in the seat.
“Where is she at now, Doctor, in her mind I mean, the Virtual thing?”
“We have her situated in a darkened room, a bedroom, seductively lit with candles, soft music and the man of any girl’s dreams making love to her.”
Colonel Tretykov nodded. “And … what does the display tell us?”
All eyes shifted right to view the screen.
“Well,” said the Doctor, “… her breathing is a little laboured, maybe more shallow than it would ordinarily be, and you can see how she moves a little in the chair.”
“But is she turned on?”
The Doctor paused, then shook his head. “I would say not really Comrade Colonel, she is not finding it unpleasant by any means … but …”
The Colonel turned his gaze back to the glass. “Look at her nipples.”
Underneath the open-zipped State issued grey hoodie, Ekaterina was wearing a tight, low cut, white tank top, with no evidence of a bra.
“I … we … can’t see her nipples, Comrade Colonel.”
Tretykov smiled, “Exactly my point. Agent Novikova is not turned on at all. My bet would be that if we were to check she would hardly be moist between her thighs.”
The Doctor nodded in agreement, “I can guarantee that she would not be Comrade Colonel.”
There was a moment of silence as they all looked back at Ekaterina.
“What do we do next Doctor.”
Doctor Belshev swallowed hard, his throat drying at the thought of the words he was about to day. “We increase the tension Comrade Colonel.”
“And we do that how, exactly?” Tretykov asked.
We switch the scenario programme.
“To what?” Came the next question.
“She will be transported to a dungeon. Her head will be bagged and her arms will be tied above her head. Agent Novikova will believe she is naked and that she is being whipped.”
“Will she feel the pain Doctor?”
“She will yes. The electrode pads work in duplex mode ensuring that we get the sensory readings we require and they also make sure that the Agent feels everything the scenario programme throws her way.”
“Please, go ahead.”
The Doctor swiped a number of screens on the control tablet display and turned to smile at the assembled group. “It is done.”
All attention turned back to the window. The impact was immediate.
Ekaterina arched away from the seat, her body bucking as she groaned and then screamed.
“Amazing.” The Colonel commented, “that is a truly remarkable application of technology”.
Doctor Belshev smiled a self-gratifying smile.
“Please, Doctor, let us watch for a little longer.”
Belshev knew what to expect and he also knew that it would be very much to the Officers’ satisfaction.
They were not disappointed. Agent Novikova screamed and shook her head in a frantic manner.
“Посмотри на ее грудь …” '
Look at her breasts', one of the officers remarked.
“Now that truly is amazing!” Tretykov was mesmerised as he watched Ekaterina’s tank top tighten, her breasts swell and her nipples harden.
“Comrade Colonel, look at this.” As attention was redirected to the Analytics screen Belshev offered a further narrative.
“See how her breathing has adjusted … deeper, more ragged. Her heart rate is virtually doubled from the norm and is much higher than it was during the last scenario. But it is the orgasm development reading that is most interesting. See how her climax is building and that is simply from the Agent being bound, deprived of her senses and feeling the kiss of the whip on her skin. She is not being touched between her legs at all, yet still she is experiencing the on rush of a climax.”
Tretykov was captivated.
“This is very compelling Doctor. It would seem that as a result of her experiences in Santiago, Agent Novikova can only become genuinely turned on as a result of being treated with brutal disregard, even sexually tortured.” He was grinning as he addressed his fellow officers.
“Comrades, I think we have our Agent.”
As if on cue Ekaterina screamed and then followed the cry with a long, loud groan.
The smiles were reciprocated all round, and then the Colonel spoke.
“Doctor, it may be a little irregular, but there is something else that I need to inspect if you are able to indulge me.”
As the other Comrade officers watched on through the glass, Belshev and Tretykov entered the room and approached the bound Agent, who remained oblivious to anything outside of her virtual world.
“So, if we pull down her SVR sweats along with her underwear, she will not know?”
“She will have no idea Comrade Colonel, Agent Novikova can only sense and feel what is being ‘fed’ to her via the VR headset.”
Nodding as he knelt, Colonel Tretykov, his cock beginning to bulge, pulled tentatively at the elasticated waist band of Ekaterina’s sweats. He swallowed hard as he exposed her thighs, his gaze wandering not just towards the clear outline of her pussy lips, but also towards the small white marks reflecting where she had been tortured with needles in those Chilean dungeons.
“See,” the Colonel turned his face to smile up at the Doctor, who nodded in acknowledgement. Tretykov pushed a pudgy finger into her pussy, smoothing his touch over the dampness that stained her panties.
“She is soaking wet Doctor. The seductive music and gentle touch left her unmoved, yet this barbaric treatment turns her on to the point of orgasm.” His smile had become a wide grin.
“Thank you Doctor, this has been most useful.”
SVR Headquarters, Moscow,
Russia
Ekaterina looked around, her expression reflecting the confusion she felt.
“Hot coffee and biscuits Kat,” Colonel Tretykov addressed her not just by her first name, but the shortened more informal version of it. However, far from relaxing the Agent it simply put her on her guard even more.
Ekaterina had entered Tretykov’s office at the Centre with extreme caution, feeling more than a little nervous. She sat at the end of a faded table with three other officers, all draped in browns and greys, from Directorate KR. She knew they were responsible for Intelligence Operations abroad, but beyond that Kat had no other clue why she was here.
The report from her ‘experience’ the previous day at the hands of the VR Headset had remained classified … even to the point where Kat herself had not been allowed to view the contents.
She knew, however, what she had felt and what the scenarios, as Doctor Belshev called them, had done to her.
She sensed the lack of energy in the room. There was no emotional output from these men, no imagination, no passion. An enormous map of Europe covered an entire wall, several cell phones adorned the table, and the men stopped talking when she entered, all except Comrade Colonel Tretykov, who had brought her coffee.
Ekaterina returned their stares, barely registering the hard faces, the question-mark smirks. Uniforms in dingy colours from dingy minds.
“Are there any preliminary comments?” asked Tretykov at the far end of the table. He was as expressionless as he always was. The Colonel looked at the three faces around the table. No one spoke. He turned toward Ekaterina, daring her to speak. She took a breath.
“With my Comrade Colonel’s permission, I would like to ask why I am here.”
Tretykov slouched over the table, hands in front of him. His eyes were red and watery, his white hair lay a little unkempt on his head.
“You are here, Comrade Agent,” he said, “… to assist in the approach to the English man known as Buck Adams. Matters of access, handling, and production will be the responsibility of the officers of this department.”
He leaned a little farther forward and stared at Ekaterina. Heads swivelled in her direction, but Tretykov simply smiled and addressed his officer colleagues.
“What preliminary observations do you have about the case and its merits?” A round of heavy breathing could be heard as the room fell silent. Ekaterina looked at the faces appraising her. She swallowed hard, her throat drying.
“It is critical that we get this right.” Said one of the Directorate KR Officers. “The target, Adams, is in a position to compromise high level contacts in the UK Government … To have that intelligence would be a huge breakthrough in our efforts to gain political high ground over the British.”
Ekaterina looked to Tretykov, her expression begging to be told what this was all about.
“Agent Novikova, our target, Buck Adams …”
Kat smiled at his name, it sounded so … vintage.
“… is the sole owner of an Adult Entertainment Empire.”
Kat’s warning senses were already on high alert.
“… He owns two high class Lap Dancing Clubs in the West End of London, as well as nationwide network of Adult Accessory stores. But …”
Kat noticed how each man, save the one talking, was looking down into his coffee cup.
“… but, through one of his clubs he facilitates extreme fantasy for high profile individuals.”
“High profile?” Questioned Kat.
“Very much so. Such as the Chief Constable of the Metropolitan Police, The UK Government Minister for Foreign Affairs, The UK Home Secretary … need I go on?”
“No, Comrade Colonel you do not need to. How am I to be involved?” Kat was torn between her pleasure at being considered for a mission, knowing that without her Agent’s status she would be of no value to her country, and concerned at the premise that was already developing.
“Your role Agent Novikova is to once again become Yulia Jelic, a Belarusian student looking for temporary work. We have a contact who can get you into one of clubs and an introduction to Adams. It is up to you to convince him you are a girl who is turned on by the thought of extreme fetish and the rougher the better.”
Tretykov paused waiting for a reaction from his Agent, but there was none.
“Once you have done this, and Mister Adams experiences your charms, you will make him employ you as an extreme fetish model, and become his main girl for fulfilling the desires of his high-profile contacts. There is one contact specifically we want you to target, and that is Roger Moore, Head of the UK’s Foreign Intelligence Service, MI6. Once you have him in your sites, let us know and we will advise you on what we need you do intelligence wise. But do not concern yourself with that until you have first of all gained the trust of Buck Adams and a job in his employment.”
Kat’s worst fears had been realised. They were throwing her back in beyond the deep end … would she sink or swim?
To Be Continued …
