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The CIA has long been behind a cartel of traffickers, the young,
mostly Latina women from America and especially the Colombian border area carry off
should.
There had been more cases of missing persons in this area in recent months. mostly
the missing persons were young women from Colombia, those in America, partly also
illegally tried their luck.
For this reason, it is also very difficult for the authorities to know the exact number of missing persons
because many of these women are not officially considered missing.
Unfortunately, you could not make any connections to the backers, so
They decided to become active.
They were by far the most delicate soles Sarah had seen in a long time. And Sarah had
already seen many.
Sarah Petersen was chief interrogator at the CIA and in this capacity for questioning
Responsible prisoners.
Sarah was just 28 years old, but very experienced for her age.
Her methods are special, but probably very effective.
And her latest job also seemed to be no exception.
Sarah's long blond hair and just 164 mm in height left her unremarkable appear.
But it was a very effective weapon of the authorities against the crime, because it had special
Methods that were very convincing.
Of these methods could also convince the Latina woman who just visited Sarah.
Sarah dominated her own kingdom. Far from any civilization was her job.
Here in the second basement of the CIA headquarters in Quantico she had a small but fine
Room in which she received her guests.
The windowless room at the end of the corridor had been specially designed for her.
Various utensils stored in it and waited well stowed in drawers for their use.
In the middle of the room was a seat for their guests.
This chair was something special and made especially for Sarah's requirements.
It was a kind of modified gynecological chair with various leather cuffs on it.
The young Latina woman was already allowed since last night the amenities of this room enjoy.
She had been ambushed when she was in a bar for her next potential victim
Waited, but this time came from the authorities.
Her red sleeveless dress and the black pumps she wore were probably hers
Facilitate access to their potential victims.
Now she lay naked and bound on Sarah's chair.
The effect of the pills secretly administered to her slowed as Sarah did entered the room.
Sarah was dressed casually and casually, which made her work easier.
She needed her freedom of movement, so she preferred T-shirt and jeans as working clothes.
Today she had kept both in dark blue. The shirt covered her shoulders, but her well
Trained upper arms were clearly visible as they put their hands in their narrow hips
braced. Her black slippers rattled across the stone floor as she approached the chair.
"Good morning my love, slept well?"
The young woman just regained consciousness and just became aware of her situation.
Accordingly, her reaction.
She tore and tugged at her leather cuffs they held her back.
"Hey! - Where am I? What do you want ? Who are you? "She screamed nervously and visibly scared.
"Let me out of here right away! - Help !!!"
She tore desperately at her shackles. But in vain. She was at her with her hand and
Ankles have been tied to the metal linkage of the chair. Her arms were over hers
Her head was stretched out and her legs were slightly spread to the footrests of the chair.
"What do you want ? Release me immediately! "Shouted the woman in her slightly South American accent.
Sarah took a chair now, it was a kind of swivel chair with castors, and sat up at Head height to her guest.
She caresses her cheek almost caring. "Pssssttt ...- Quiet! Just no excitement. you are
here in the best hands with me. We are here with the CIA and we know that you
Liaison with the kidnapping cases in the Colombian border region. "
"What? - What should I be?! Cried the Latina horrified. "I have nothing to do with it !!!"
"How do you know that. So do not talk around. Said Sarah calmly and objectively.
"What we do not know, who are their backers? - Who orders them? And who are they?
Customer? - And that's why they are here. We want to know everything. Get out of it! "
"I ... I do not know what ..." stammered the Latina. "What's your name?" Sarah asked now
specifically. "... my name is Juanita ... Juanita Marques, I do not know what you're talking about."
"All right, Miss Marques, that's a start. However, I do not believe them,
but you assure them, I have my methods, they will be remembered
Jumps help" Sarah said softly but firmly.
Meanwhile, Sarah got up and went to a small metal cupboard in the
Corner of the room.
Juanita tried to raise her head to see what was in the back of the room. But the
Shackles did not allow it. She was damned to wait until Sarah was back.
When she went back to her chair Sarah had a small metal box with it, its contents
let Juanita shudder.
"What …..? ... what are you doing with me? "She says visibly nervous.
"I think we need to help her memory a little bit," Sarah said coolly as she took her
Box and emptied its content on the small side table.
What the captive Latina woman got to see she did not like at all.
That was clear from their reaction.
She pulled and pulled with force on her restraints as Sarah various feathers and brushes
took out. But a shudder ran Juanita over the back at the sight of a special
Device, this looked like a kind of hand fan. "What are you going to do with me? Please .... I do not
know .... "Juanita stammered helplessly. "I see you are familiar with that! ...." Sarah said softly.
"... out with the language, the client and their contacts ..... I'm listening!"
She said consciously strict now. "... I do not know, please believe me ... Please let me go .."
begged the Latina.
"Well Miss Marques ...... if that's so, then unfortunately I have no choice ...
Sarah now took a small glass bottle from the box.
"Then we want to help her memory a little bit .......
The sweetish scent of sweaty, feminine feet immediately rose to Sarah's nose. Sarah knew this
Fragrance only too good because the Latina woman was not the first visitor Sarah had to guest here.
... .You have very well-groomed feet Miss Marques. That can only be an advantage, "Sarah said as she
Slip some oil from the surface into your palms.
Juanita shuddered and tore at her shackles as Sarah rubbed the oil in her hands and hers bare soles applied.
She tore wildly at her shackles, knowing what would happen .....
The first touch did not miss the effect.
Sarah had taken a long bristle brush and now stroked it gently on the left
Sole of her prisoners up and down.
Her practiced fingers now moved the hard bristles over the spread and completely open
accessible soles of Juanita
No! Nooooooo .. "Por favor, hihihi, hahahaha, nooooo! Stoooopppp !!!
Juanita screamed and wriggled in her shackles as Sarah brushed from one side to the other
moving. Especially under toes reaction of Latina was especially strong.
But Sarah was an experienced interrogator and knew exactly what she was doing. She now pulled her toes
the Latina up and fixed them with a string, the soles of Juanita were now completely immovable.
This led to the young woman in her chair wandering wildly.
"No, no no !!! --- Stop !!!" Please !! she pleaded, but Sarah was relentless at the moment. She relocated
their efforts on the inside of the sole of Espeanza took place at Latina one
but again violent reaction veruarschat.
But Sarah knew what she was doing, the young Latina woman was not the first "guest" which was here in her "kingdom"
Especially Sarah remembered one guest from Russia ... the young Russian woman stayed in her kingdom for a whole week and they had a lot of fun together. Especially the electric Toothbrush made the young lady much fun ....
Suddenly, Sarah stops her efforts.
"So Miss Marques, or may I say Juanita?" Sarah breathed with a touch of irony to her prisoner.
"What about your memory? Came it back again?"
"Please ..... stop I do not know something .... Please ...!" Pleaded Juanita
"Okay, but we just started, and I still have so many nice things for
she prepared.
Sarah went back to her closet and got out another "specialty" like she did
called.
"This is my favorite piece," she said as she demonstrated her new tool to Juanita. "it deals
This is a kind of fan, but this is something very special ....
We have a hand fan here but I have modified it a bit so that you have a lot of it
beautiful feathers can attach to it. "Juanita shuddered at the word feathers. She was a lot
used to, she knew that in her job as a decoy it could always happen in
But they had been trained to resist. So far, she succeeded
always excellent and in particular she got into conflict with other smugglers.
But this one was bigger, that was the CIA who had specialists for such Interviews ....
Meanwhile, Sarah had set up two of these fans at Juanita's feet, but there was
even special recesses on the footrests, they thought of everything, thought the Latina
themselves... . "The two do my job by themselves, is not that nice? Said Sarah
cheerful .... "that leaves me time for other beautiful things."
They turn on the fans and the rotation of the bristles produced a buzzing Juanita
The first touch of the feathers with Juanita's sensitive soles elicited one from her
horrified scream that echoed through the small chamber .....
"I can see her tender soles miss Marques and meanwhile I can look around
take care of other things ..... how about your underarms, for example .... "said Sarah
a deliberate grin that scared Juanita terrible ..... it will be
not ..... she thought to herself as Sarah picked up her two feathers again and changed her chair over
placed her head ... "Let's see how those smooth pretty shoulders react to touch"
she said softly .....
Juanita shuddered she had enough to do with coping with the stimuli on her soles
This bitch does not shrug her shoulders ..... "Nooooooo, .... nooooooo Stoppppp !!!" That was all
what brought out the Latina as Sarah the pointed feathers in her unprotected and extremely sensitive
Armpit introduced.
Sarah now knew no mercy, she was tickling incessantly, she just had something from Juanita
The work of her department depended on that.
Felt 2 hours later, the room was filled with sweat and the delicate scent of almond oil.
Juanita was still in her chair but Sarah had already turned on the tape recorder. you
had managed to make Juanita talk. It took a very long time, longer than usual, but
she had reached her destination.
Now the specialists of the CIA could take up their work and the girl dealer ring of the
apparently headed by a drug dealer from Colombia will fly up and
smashed.
(Somewhere in Colombia ......)
From an old warehouse on the edge of a Colombian town came scary Lute.
It where the cries of a woman, that was clear.
In the middle of the hall was a metal rod that was firmly anchored to the ground.
In it a blond woman was tied up.
Her X-shaped position made her complete naked body easily accessible.
The neon-dim light in the hall let her sweat-and-oil-covered body shine in the light.
In front of her stand another woman, wearing a black jeans, a white top and
Sandals.
"I think the CIA has so much interesting information to give us t ... do you not even think Miss Petersen?“
Sarah shook her head exhausted ... "No !!! you get nothing from me ..... you bitch"
She yells at the woman. "But Miss Petersen you know how it works, I ask, you'll answer" said Juanita Marques.
"No!!! nothing more I'll say to you bitch ... "
"But you will Miss Petersen, you will. Let's try it again," Juanita said while two other Latina women grabbed the bound woman's feet and pulled her back.
Sarah was hanging now with her arms stretched out completely helpless in the poles.
Meanwhile, Juanita grabbed her two electric toothbrushes and approached the shiny soles of the woman. "You belong now forever and ever me !!! - and I still have so many questions for you ....
A mischievous grin scurried across the face of the Latina woman, while a pitiful cry the old warehouse filled.....
The End!!!
mostly Latina women from America and especially the Colombian border area carry off
should.
There had been more cases of missing persons in this area in recent months. mostly
the missing persons were young women from Colombia, those in America, partly also
illegally tried their luck.
For this reason, it is also very difficult for the authorities to know the exact number of missing persons
because many of these women are not officially considered missing.
Unfortunately, you could not make any connections to the backers, so
They decided to become active.
They were by far the most delicate soles Sarah had seen in a long time. And Sarah had
already seen many.
Sarah Petersen was chief interrogator at the CIA and in this capacity for questioning
Responsible prisoners.
Sarah was just 28 years old, but very experienced for her age.
Her methods are special, but probably very effective.
And her latest job also seemed to be no exception.
Sarah's long blond hair and just 164 mm in height left her unremarkable appear.
But it was a very effective weapon of the authorities against the crime, because it had special
Methods that were very convincing.
Of these methods could also convince the Latina woman who just visited Sarah.
Sarah dominated her own kingdom. Far from any civilization was her job.
Here in the second basement of the CIA headquarters in Quantico she had a small but fine
Room in which she received her guests.
The windowless room at the end of the corridor had been specially designed for her.
Various utensils stored in it and waited well stowed in drawers for their use.
In the middle of the room was a seat for their guests.
This chair was something special and made especially for Sarah's requirements.
It was a kind of modified gynecological chair with various leather cuffs on it.
The young Latina woman was already allowed since last night the amenities of this room enjoy.
She had been ambushed when she was in a bar for her next potential victim
Waited, but this time came from the authorities.
Her red sleeveless dress and the black pumps she wore were probably hers
Facilitate access to their potential victims.
Now she lay naked and bound on Sarah's chair.
The effect of the pills secretly administered to her slowed as Sarah did entered the room.
Sarah was dressed casually and casually, which made her work easier.
She needed her freedom of movement, so she preferred T-shirt and jeans as working clothes.
Today she had kept both in dark blue. The shirt covered her shoulders, but her well
Trained upper arms were clearly visible as they put their hands in their narrow hips
braced. Her black slippers rattled across the stone floor as she approached the chair.
"Good morning my love, slept well?"
The young woman just regained consciousness and just became aware of her situation.
Accordingly, her reaction.
She tore and tugged at her leather cuffs they held her back.
"Hey! - Where am I? What do you want ? Who are you? "She screamed nervously and visibly scared.
"Let me out of here right away! - Help !!!"
She tore desperately at her shackles. But in vain. She was at her with her hand and
Ankles have been tied to the metal linkage of the chair. Her arms were over hers
Her head was stretched out and her legs were slightly spread to the footrests of the chair.
"What do you want ? Release me immediately! "Shouted the woman in her slightly South American accent.
Sarah took a chair now, it was a kind of swivel chair with castors, and sat up at Head height to her guest.
She caresses her cheek almost caring. "Pssssttt ...- Quiet! Just no excitement. you are
here in the best hands with me. We are here with the CIA and we know that you
Liaison with the kidnapping cases in the Colombian border region. "
"What? - What should I be?! Cried the Latina horrified. "I have nothing to do with it !!!"
"How do you know that. So do not talk around. Said Sarah calmly and objectively.
"What we do not know, who are their backers? - Who orders them? And who are they?
Customer? - And that's why they are here. We want to know everything. Get out of it! "
"I ... I do not know what ..." stammered the Latina. "What's your name?" Sarah asked now
specifically. "... my name is Juanita ... Juanita Marques, I do not know what you're talking about."
"All right, Miss Marques, that's a start. However, I do not believe them,
but you assure them, I have my methods, they will be remembered
Jumps help" Sarah said softly but firmly.
Meanwhile, Sarah got up and went to a small metal cupboard in the
Corner of the room.
Juanita tried to raise her head to see what was in the back of the room. But the
Shackles did not allow it. She was damned to wait until Sarah was back.
When she went back to her chair Sarah had a small metal box with it, its contents
let Juanita shudder.
"What …..? ... what are you doing with me? "She says visibly nervous.
"I think we need to help her memory a little bit," Sarah said coolly as she took her
Box and emptied its content on the small side table.
What the captive Latina woman got to see she did not like at all.
That was clear from their reaction.
She pulled and pulled with force on her restraints as Sarah various feathers and brushes
took out. But a shudder ran Juanita over the back at the sight of a special
Device, this looked like a kind of hand fan. "What are you going to do with me? Please .... I do not
know .... "Juanita stammered helplessly. "I see you are familiar with that! ...." Sarah said softly.
"... out with the language, the client and their contacts ..... I'm listening!"
She said consciously strict now. "... I do not know, please believe me ... Please let me go .."
begged the Latina.
"Well Miss Marques ...... if that's so, then unfortunately I have no choice ...
Sarah now took a small glass bottle from the box.
"Then we want to help her memory a little bit .......
The sweetish scent of sweaty, feminine feet immediately rose to Sarah's nose. Sarah knew this
Fragrance only too good because the Latina woman was not the first visitor Sarah had to guest here.
... .You have very well-groomed feet Miss Marques. That can only be an advantage, "Sarah said as she
Slip some oil from the surface into your palms.
Juanita shuddered and tore at her shackles as Sarah rubbed the oil in her hands and hers bare soles applied.
She tore wildly at her shackles, knowing what would happen .....
The first touch did not miss the effect.
Sarah had taken a long bristle brush and now stroked it gently on the left
Sole of her prisoners up and down.
Her practiced fingers now moved the hard bristles over the spread and completely open
accessible soles of Juanita
No! Nooooooo .. "Por favor, hihihi, hahahaha, nooooo! Stoooopppp !!!
Juanita screamed and wriggled in her shackles as Sarah brushed from one side to the other
moving. Especially under toes reaction of Latina was especially strong.
But Sarah was an experienced interrogator and knew exactly what she was doing. She now pulled her toes
the Latina up and fixed them with a string, the soles of Juanita were now completely immovable.
This led to the young woman in her chair wandering wildly.
"No, no no !!! --- Stop !!!" Please !! she pleaded, but Sarah was relentless at the moment. She relocated
their efforts on the inside of the sole of Espeanza took place at Latina one
but again violent reaction veruarschat.
But Sarah knew what she was doing, the young Latina woman was not the first "guest" which was here in her "kingdom"
Especially Sarah remembered one guest from Russia ... the young Russian woman stayed in her kingdom for a whole week and they had a lot of fun together. Especially the electric Toothbrush made the young lady much fun ....
Suddenly, Sarah stops her efforts.
"So Miss Marques, or may I say Juanita?" Sarah breathed with a touch of irony to her prisoner.
"What about your memory? Came it back again?"
"Please ..... stop I do not know something .... Please ...!" Pleaded Juanita
"Okay, but we just started, and I still have so many nice things for
she prepared.
Sarah went back to her closet and got out another "specialty" like she did
called.
"This is my favorite piece," she said as she demonstrated her new tool to Juanita. "it deals
This is a kind of fan, but this is something very special ....
We have a hand fan here but I have modified it a bit so that you have a lot of it
beautiful feathers can attach to it. "Juanita shuddered at the word feathers. She was a lot
used to, she knew that in her job as a decoy it could always happen in
But they had been trained to resist. So far, she succeeded
always excellent and in particular she got into conflict with other smugglers.
But this one was bigger, that was the CIA who had specialists for such Interviews ....
Meanwhile, Sarah had set up two of these fans at Juanita's feet, but there was
even special recesses on the footrests, they thought of everything, thought the Latina
themselves... . "The two do my job by themselves, is not that nice? Said Sarah
cheerful .... "that leaves me time for other beautiful things."
They turn on the fans and the rotation of the bristles produced a buzzing Juanita
The first touch of the feathers with Juanita's sensitive soles elicited one from her
horrified scream that echoed through the small chamber .....
"I can see her tender soles miss Marques and meanwhile I can look around
take care of other things ..... how about your underarms, for example .... "said Sarah
a deliberate grin that scared Juanita terrible ..... it will be
not ..... she thought to herself as Sarah picked up her two feathers again and changed her chair over
placed her head ... "Let's see how those smooth pretty shoulders react to touch"
she said softly .....
Juanita shuddered she had enough to do with coping with the stimuli on her soles
This bitch does not shrug her shoulders ..... "Nooooooo, .... nooooooo Stoppppp !!!" That was all
what brought out the Latina as Sarah the pointed feathers in her unprotected and extremely sensitive
Armpit introduced.
Sarah now knew no mercy, she was tickling incessantly, she just had something from Juanita
The work of her department depended on that.
Felt 2 hours later, the room was filled with sweat and the delicate scent of almond oil.
Juanita was still in her chair but Sarah had already turned on the tape recorder. you
had managed to make Juanita talk. It took a very long time, longer than usual, but
she had reached her destination.
Now the specialists of the CIA could take up their work and the girl dealer ring of the
apparently headed by a drug dealer from Colombia will fly up and
smashed.
(Somewhere in Colombia ......)
From an old warehouse on the edge of a Colombian town came scary Lute.
It where the cries of a woman, that was clear.
In the middle of the hall was a metal rod that was firmly anchored to the ground.
In it a blond woman was tied up.
Her X-shaped position made her complete naked body easily accessible.
The neon-dim light in the hall let her sweat-and-oil-covered body shine in the light.
In front of her stand another woman, wearing a black jeans, a white top and
Sandals.
"I think the CIA has so much interesting information to give us t ... do you not even think Miss Petersen?“
Sarah shook her head exhausted ... "No !!! you get nothing from me ..... you bitch"
She yells at the woman. "But Miss Petersen you know how it works, I ask, you'll answer" said Juanita Marques.
"No!!! nothing more I'll say to you bitch ... "
"But you will Miss Petersen, you will. Let's try it again," Juanita said while two other Latina women grabbed the bound woman's feet and pulled her back.
Sarah was hanging now with her arms stretched out completely helpless in the poles.
Meanwhile, Juanita grabbed her two electric toothbrushes and approached the shiny soles of the woman. "You belong now forever and ever me !!! - and I still have so many questions for you ....
A mischievous grin scurried across the face of the Latina woman, while a pitiful cry the old warehouse filled.....
The End!!!
