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 3:00 AM Leningrad, Russia 1991
"I'll never talk, never!" Yelled the beautiful red haired Natalia to her
captors.  She was tied to an uncomfortable wooden chair, hands behind her
back, ankles bound together.  Her fiery red hair was a mess, a sign of the
passion she had endured the night before, but it seemed so long ago to the
disorientated woman.  Her dark brown blouse was ripped open, exposing her

firm white left breast.

   "Oh ho, we'll see about that," said a cool female voice.  She shone the
light more on Natalia, so as to confuse her further.

   "Time for some fun, eh Nat?" Said a short man with broad muscled
shoulders.  He took off his battered but trademark green fedora hat,
exposing his scarred face to the light.  He grinned as he heard Natalia
gasp as she looked upon the face of her one time lover.  Just previously
the day before he had had a fun time with her, sadly her last day with him
before he was forced to kidnap her.  Oh well, he inwardly sighed; the
director will be responsible for his orders.

   "No, don't," cried Natalia as the man cut her bonds from her arms and
legs.  She tried to stand, but fell over on her side as the blood slowly
flowed back into her body.  The broad shouldered man picked her up and
carried her to a cold metal table, where he promptly tore off the rest of
her clothes.  She shivered, partly with the cold metal of the table
touching her, but mainly because he lightly touched her body in all of her
pleasure spots.

   "Now, don't resist, and this will go easy on you," spake the cool
vocally toned woman again.  She stepped into the light, radiating hate from
her eyes.  She had red hair also, but hers was a dark seductive red, and it
curled around her tanned shoulders.  Her hate filled eyes began to dampen
as she looked upon the fellow Russian.  Too bad, she thought.  A perfect
waste of Russian beauty.

   Natalia meekly complied after her former lover tied leather restraints
to her pale white wrists and ankles.  Her legs were spread apart; her
bright red pubic hair bristled as her labia opened up.  She was blindfolded
by the cold woman, but not gagged.

   Sssstttttt, rushed a sleeping gas as the company man and woman donned
gas masks.  In moments the body of Natalia was still, her chest rising and
falling as she dreamed.  It was an ingenious plan thought of first by the
Nazis in World War II to get secrets from their hapless victims.  They both
hated the Nazis though, the man for losing his brother at the Battle of the
Bulge, and the woman hated them for shamelessly killing her family as they
marched through the cold plains of Russia.  She herself was raped by 3 of
them, then one cut off her right breast just for fun.  Her violet tinged
eyes flamed at that thought.  But they had their orders, from the director
of the CIA itself.  Somehow this woman holds valuable knowledge of Russia's
secret laser experiments.

   It is time, mouthed the man through his mask.  She only recognized that
idea because they had performed this torture so many times before, on both
men and women.  Both shed their clothing.  The man had an erect 8" long
cock, and Natalia had a shaved pubic area, just above her tight cameltoe.
Her bosom was painful to look at, with a pink scar where her right breast
should have been.  She pulled a vibrator from between her legs, wet and
shiny with her sex juices.  She was a sex junkie, and she had something in
her vagina constantly.  She and her partner teased Natalia's body by
licking and kissing her, starting from her ears, making their way with
their mouths down her chest, sucking those succulent and hard nipples. 
Natalia moaned in her dream like state as her woman captor 69'd with her.
The hate filled woman tongued Natalia's labia, getting her lubed for the
torture.  Meanwhile the man ground his partner's vagina onto Natalia's
nose. He opened Natalia's mouth and told his partner to pee, and so she
did, a fine golden warm stream gushing into Natalia's mouth.  He grinned as
he fingered his partner's tight pink anus with his forefinger.  She groaned
as he began to fuck her doggie style, just as hot liquid squirted out of
Natalia's tight snatch, right on the woman's face.  She licked her lips as
most of the sweet musky liquid filled her mouth.

   She had to make sure that Natalia was ready, so she reluctantly removed
herself from her partner's thick dick, and instead lead him by his dick to
Natalia's throbbing, wet vagina.  He smelled her scent and went berserk. 
He climbed on the table and thrust hard into her tight snatch.  He pumped
quickly until he came hard, just as the sleeping gas dissipated and Natalia
became fully awake.  She cried out in pleasure and pain as she was banged
mercilessly.  She didn't care anymore, so with some of the gaseous effects
still upon her, she began to blurt information about anything from her
mind. Little did she know that a hidden mic captured everything, word for
word.  Natalia blacked out as something was pressed on her face.





   The pounding in her head woke Natalia from her stupor.  Startled, she
looked around quickly, only to be reassured by the familiar surroundings of
her apartment.  Hmm, must have all been a weird dream, she thought.  Then
she noticed that a note had been taped to her bosom.  She opened it up and
it read thus: Thank you Natalia for a hell of a final night.  We got what
we needed, but you were incredibly lucky.  We received news today that the
Soviet Union has fallen, and so we decided to let you go.  However, I left
a gift that you always wanted...in your womb.  Yes, I spent so much sperm
in you that you are sure to get pregnant.

   -Felix Please send your feedback to commandersilveser777@yahoo.com Know
that this is a sequel to a story I will be writing about Natalia.