Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hi, hi hihi hi, stooopppp, pleeaaassee, ho, hi ho, hehe.
The pitiful cries of a young woman echoed through the soundproofed room. Stttooopppp .. please stop it.
For several hours Shira Cohen already tied to a bed in this neon lit chamber. The young woman is already wet with sweat clung whose dark mane of hair on her bare shoulders. Shira is an undercover agent for the Israeli secret service Mossad and investigate in the Siberian steppe. She had to spy on information about possible Russian nuclear facilities as she fell into an ambush and was getting hostage.
She had been overwhelmed in an instant, stunned and taken to a place where she held for giving information's to her captors.
It had been the Israeli Camouflage suit rid of her khaki as she came to herself again. With horror the captive agent realized that she wore only her underwear and black sports socks. Shira is an experienced agent, despite its only 27 years she had already done a dozen undercover mission for the Mossad. She had received an intensive education and how these had been trained and prepared her for situations like these. But the reality is often different than the theory that Shira had also soon recognize. The lie on which she lay was made of leather. Her arms and legs were pulled apart and fixed X-shaped at the joints with a black leather cuff. When she awoke, she tested her bonds skillfully, but had to regretfully find that these adjustable straps through the steps were not moving. She had to endure the things that would come now. Shira didn't liked the idea but she would endure everything what will happen to her.
It took fairly short time as a blonde young woman entered the room. She introduced herself as Darja Markowa.
Darja Markowa is a leading interrogation specialist of the KGB.
She was tall and blond maybe 1.75 meters.
Her athletic toned figure was hidden under her dark blue blouse, she wore casually over her tight, black Jeans. Her black boots shone in the glow of neon light. Darja put her hands, pointed to the red-painted fingernails on her hips. „So, so, so, who do we have here?“ She asked, with her Russian accent. „Who is so bold, and creeps on foreign soil around and makes photography secretly? You tell me how called this brazen woman?”
Shira knew that this would be the start of an orgy full of question, but she was determined, nothing of herself and her mission to provide..
„You'll get nothing. Absolutely nothing” she said in a tone tries convincing acting. She was clearly trying to be cool and confident.
She knew if she did not answer after a certain time her headquarters would search parties sent out to rescue her. She hoped fervently that have as much time has passed since she was captured.
She can't remember exactly how long ago that may well be. She had just entered into a dark corridor of the research laboratory to obtain photos and evidence as it stood somewhat in the neck. Shira can not remember more. When she regained consciousness, she realized that she was in a very awkward position.
Meanwhile Darja walked around Shira's Lie and examined the bondage.
„Well, well, well ...“ she whispered in her Russian accent. „Look, I'll be honest with you, I do not care how do you called or what are you doing right here. But now my boss is slightly nervous when strangers rummage through his territory, you know? He always wants to know who he has to do it, and now he has asked me to ask them. So he can sleep much better. So I ask you how do you called what are you doing here, and who do you work for? -
I know a lot of questions but please try to answer them.” „If your boss wants to know something from me, he have to come and ask me. I'm not talking with helpers „replied Shira emphasizes cool. „Oh, I think you should talk to me,“ said Darja, because otherwise I have ways and that means you'll talk.later on. You know what I mean?” “Tsss ... you don't scare me honey, I'm determined not to say anything to you because so you have had bad luck. „“ Well, then we have other possibilities .... „said Darja, stroked over the sweaty hair of her guest and went to a small metal cabinet which was located in the corner of the room. Shira could not see what was in it, but her experience told her that it would not be good. Darja came back moments later. She had a small silver metal box in his hand. Shira was a little nervous, she tried to check her bonds again, knowing it probably would be useless again. She knew that she was at the mercy of her captor in her position, but she was determined to hold out until she would be freed. „Male prisoners always convince with violence to speak,“ said Darja. „I know from experience, however, to convince women it need very different things. Isn't t it? Are you afraid of pain young lady? „“ I am trained in all kinds of torture, you'll make me not talk. „“ Look, I know that you'll say that, your'e are not afraid of pain. Therefore, I have another ways to convince you to cooperate again with me. I must say, I had recently visited by a female guest of the CIA, she was a good woman, strong-willed and as you would call ... resistant. But believe me, I was able to „convince“ her at the end.
„You can say what you want, you'll hear nothing from me. Absolutely nothing, zero.” “Well, well, well, I promise you, I will. „Shira turned her head to the side in disgust. Darja then took a small swivel chair that was in the corner of the room and sat down at the foot of Shira's couch. The bound woman was visibly nervous, but was determined not to say anything. The Russian took every bound foot in her hands and pulled the agent down the black socks. Marriage Shira knew Darja stuck her fingers between all the toes to be easily spread. Shira shook now already somewhat desperate with his foot, trying in vain to free himself. „Beautiful, well-groomed feet you have Miss Spy, I guess they are very sensitive, am I right? Shira said nothing as Darja pulled a toothbrush out of her pocket. The bad thing was the electric buzz when it was turned on and began to scrub without warning Shira's naked foot. The Israeli woman wincing on the spot, trying desperately to close the toes. But the Russian woman knew exactly what she was doing and turned her prisoners the bare toes with your hand up to to have a good working surface.
The result was terrible. Shira jerked in her bonds back and forth, trying desperately to suppress a giggle to give yourself no nakedness, but after a short time it was already shaken by a violent attack of laughing. The Russian knew she was on the right way and now took a hard bristle brush and ran it through Shira's other foot. Shira now tore desperately at her bonds and screamed for mercy. „Only the truth brings salvation, sweetness, only the truth. Wanna talk to me but now? „asked Darja while she continue to brush on the soles of the Mossad agent tied up and down stroked. „Forget it, bitch!“ Shira cried in desperation. The woman was sensitive but tough. Darja like these kind of opponents. „It seems I have a worthy opponent,“ she said as she finally shuts off the brush.
The Russian got up now and went around the deck of the bound woman. „You probably know that the human body has particularly sensitive areas. Your feet are a good example is not it? „Shira turned aside in disgust, knowing that she could only hope that she would release soon. She guessed what was to happen to her .... „Tell me, what is your name, Sweetheart? “ „I haven'tgot a clue. You Bitch“ Shira yelled back. .... „Well, just further in the text ..“ Darja said something pitying. Darja then took the toothbrush and went to one side of Shira's couch. „You know madam, I have had the experience, the most tender points on the body are the most sensitive. And , unfortunately, you force me to edit the probably most sensitive part of her body. „She looked pointed to Shira exposed, shaved armpit. Also, the bound agent knew what will happen next. „Please! I can tell you nothing ... „said the Israeli already in a somewhat pleading tone. Her strength and courage were suddenly gone. „Oh honey, I'm sickly know you can, you just have to want , I I anna help to convince...“ “nohohoho„nooooo please ... Please not there ... „begged Shira. „Only the truth brings salvation, sweetness, just the truth,“ said Darja pitying meanwhile she hired the toothbrush again.
A shudder ran through the strong agent, she would remain steadfast for anything in the world. But secretly she knew exactly she would not be able to resist for long. „You have to talk to me, only, Agent. It will help. Talking about.” The toothbrush began to circle again on Shira's naked, unprotected armpit. She let out a terrifying scream. Shira jerked and cried uncontrollably now.
Her body was covered in sweat and the skin getting roughened slow. The Russian woman knew exactly what she was doing and felt that her prisoners would soon be already talking to her. When the brush were finally stopped just minutes passed, minutes they Shira as an hour occurred. „Well, if you do not speak to me, that's very honorable of you,“ said Darja appreciatively. „However, I'll remains no other choice than to speed up the whole here. My clients want to get information, you know? „
She went to the closet and let Shira back alone.
The Mossad agent was too weak and exhausted, in order to liberate herselves.
Even if you will was unbroken, her power waned progressively.
Darja came back and had a tube with a shimmering whitish cream there.
„You know Lady,“ she said as she bent down to Shira's couch, „I admire you, I already had a couple of guests here, but you are my favorite guest at all.“
„I am honored Bitch“ exclaimed Shira angry back.
The Russian now open Shira's bra and then a creamed her nipples and her soles and the pits of the agent. Shira was still trying desperately to pull away. When she was done she came quite close to her prisoners and stroked her cheek. The blond hair fell like the Israeli's face. „So I admire you, you are so incredibly strong and steadfast. I doubt that I would be able to do. Of my other guests I'm used otherwise. Darja now took a black leather strap out from under the table and pulled it tight across the chest of Shira. „What are you doing?“ Shouted Shira little anxious but also exhausted from the exertions. „Unfortunately, I have to resort to something drastic measures madam, but you leave me no other choice. Through this cream which I have given to you body, your nerve endings are more sensitive and I have to take advantage now, Im so sorry. Because I'm going to make you speak. I promise. „Now took up the paintbrush ....
„No, no, pleaassseeee ...I can not ... please ....“ Shira pleaded now clearly desperate. „Soon they have it they were brave heroine, why do you have fought for so long against it, I told you, you will talk,“ said Darja happily knowing that she seemed very close to her goal. Shira's hands balled into a fist and her whole body tensed visibly. The agent knew exactly what she expect as Darja slipped the brush over open and defenseless presented nipples. She screamed loudly, her whole body twitched and trembled as the bristles are grazed her tender and extremely sensitive nipples. Again and again, the Russian had the brush glide over Darja's delicate skin. Shira shrugged, her body felt as energized, her brain sets off completely. She just wanted to salvation and everything was ready, but all she wanted to disclose, when suddenly a bang and a flash of lightning shook the entire room.
Somewhere in Israel ......
A blond young woman lying naked on a kind of modified gyno chair.
Her wrists were tied above her head and tied her feet to the metal supports of the deck.
She was wearing only her white panties and her bra.
Fluorescent let her light shine sweaty body.
She wanted to scream, but the cloth gag in her mouth let any sound penetrate.
A young woman entered the room. Her long black hair was tied back in a ponytail. She was wearing a white T-shirt and dark blue jeans. her well manicured fingers held a silver kidney dish with various pens and brushes in hand.
„Welcome Miss Markowa, nice to see you again. I'm really looking forward to her reaction, I have brushes and pens and pencils ..... my repertoire is virtually unlimited, but whom I'll say so want to like it once to see what her nerve endings are saying what you think? „
A strangled cry filled the room when Shira with the brush for the first time touched the bare soles of the Russian ......
The End.
The pitiful cries of a young woman echoed through the soundproofed room. Stttooopppp .. please stop it.
For several hours Shira Cohen already tied to a bed in this neon lit chamber. The young woman is already wet with sweat clung whose dark mane of hair on her bare shoulders. Shira is an undercover agent for the Israeli secret service Mossad and investigate in the Siberian steppe. She had to spy on information about possible Russian nuclear facilities as she fell into an ambush and was getting hostage.
She had been overwhelmed in an instant, stunned and taken to a place where she held for giving information's to her captors.
It had been the Israeli Camouflage suit rid of her khaki as she came to herself again. With horror the captive agent realized that she wore only her underwear and black sports socks. Shira is an experienced agent, despite its only 27 years she had already done a dozen undercover mission for the Mossad. She had received an intensive education and how these had been trained and prepared her for situations like these. But the reality is often different than the theory that Shira had also soon recognize. The lie on which she lay was made of leather. Her arms and legs were pulled apart and fixed X-shaped at the joints with a black leather cuff. When she awoke, she tested her bonds skillfully, but had to regretfully find that these adjustable straps through the steps were not moving. She had to endure the things that would come now. Shira didn't liked the idea but she would endure everything what will happen to her.
It took fairly short time as a blonde young woman entered the room. She introduced herself as Darja Markowa.
Darja Markowa is a leading interrogation specialist of the KGB.
She was tall and blond maybe 1.75 meters.
Her athletic toned figure was hidden under her dark blue blouse, she wore casually over her tight, black Jeans. Her black boots shone in the glow of neon light. Darja put her hands, pointed to the red-painted fingernails on her hips. „So, so, so, who do we have here?“ She asked, with her Russian accent. „Who is so bold, and creeps on foreign soil around and makes photography secretly? You tell me how called this brazen woman?”
Shira knew that this would be the start of an orgy full of question, but she was determined, nothing of herself and her mission to provide..
„You'll get nothing. Absolutely nothing” she said in a tone tries convincing acting. She was clearly trying to be cool and confident.
She knew if she did not answer after a certain time her headquarters would search parties sent out to rescue her. She hoped fervently that have as much time has passed since she was captured.
She can't remember exactly how long ago that may well be. She had just entered into a dark corridor of the research laboratory to obtain photos and evidence as it stood somewhat in the neck. Shira can not remember more. When she regained consciousness, she realized that she was in a very awkward position.
Meanwhile Darja walked around Shira's Lie and examined the bondage.
„Well, well, well ...“ she whispered in her Russian accent. „Look, I'll be honest with you, I do not care how do you called or what are you doing right here. But now my boss is slightly nervous when strangers rummage through his territory, you know? He always wants to know who he has to do it, and now he has asked me to ask them. So he can sleep much better. So I ask you how do you called what are you doing here, and who do you work for? -
I know a lot of questions but please try to answer them.” „If your boss wants to know something from me, he have to come and ask me. I'm not talking with helpers „replied Shira emphasizes cool. „Oh, I think you should talk to me,“ said Darja, because otherwise I have ways and that means you'll talk.later on. You know what I mean?” “Tsss ... you don't scare me honey, I'm determined not to say anything to you because so you have had bad luck. „“ Well, then we have other possibilities .... „said Darja, stroked over the sweaty hair of her guest and went to a small metal cabinet which was located in the corner of the room. Shira could not see what was in it, but her experience told her that it would not be good. Darja came back moments later. She had a small silver metal box in his hand. Shira was a little nervous, she tried to check her bonds again, knowing it probably would be useless again. She knew that she was at the mercy of her captor in her position, but she was determined to hold out until she would be freed. „Male prisoners always convince with violence to speak,“ said Darja. „I know from experience, however, to convince women it need very different things. Isn't t it? Are you afraid of pain young lady? „“ I am trained in all kinds of torture, you'll make me not talk. „“ Look, I know that you'll say that, your'e are not afraid of pain. Therefore, I have another ways to convince you to cooperate again with me. I must say, I had recently visited by a female guest of the CIA, she was a good woman, strong-willed and as you would call ... resistant. But believe me, I was able to „convince“ her at the end.
„You can say what you want, you'll hear nothing from me. Absolutely nothing, zero.” “Well, well, well, I promise you, I will. „Shira turned her head to the side in disgust. Darja then took a small swivel chair that was in the corner of the room and sat down at the foot of Shira's couch. The bound woman was visibly nervous, but was determined not to say anything. The Russian took every bound foot in her hands and pulled the agent down the black socks. Marriage Shira knew Darja stuck her fingers between all the toes to be easily spread. Shira shook now already somewhat desperate with his foot, trying in vain to free himself. „Beautiful, well-groomed feet you have Miss Spy, I guess they are very sensitive, am I right? Shira said nothing as Darja pulled a toothbrush out of her pocket. The bad thing was the electric buzz when it was turned on and began to scrub without warning Shira's naked foot. The Israeli woman wincing on the spot, trying desperately to close the toes. But the Russian woman knew exactly what she was doing and turned her prisoners the bare toes with your hand up to to have a good working surface.
The result was terrible. Shira jerked in her bonds back and forth, trying desperately to suppress a giggle to give yourself no nakedness, but after a short time it was already shaken by a violent attack of laughing. The Russian knew she was on the right way and now took a hard bristle brush and ran it through Shira's other foot. Shira now tore desperately at her bonds and screamed for mercy. „Only the truth brings salvation, sweetness, only the truth. Wanna talk to me but now? „asked Darja while she continue to brush on the soles of the Mossad agent tied up and down stroked. „Forget it, bitch!“ Shira cried in desperation. The woman was sensitive but tough. Darja like these kind of opponents. „It seems I have a worthy opponent,“ she said as she finally shuts off the brush.
The Russian got up now and went around the deck of the bound woman. „You probably know that the human body has particularly sensitive areas. Your feet are a good example is not it? „Shira turned aside in disgust, knowing that she could only hope that she would release soon. She guessed what was to happen to her .... „Tell me, what is your name, Sweetheart? “ „I haven'tgot a clue. You Bitch“ Shira yelled back. .... „Well, just further in the text ..“ Darja said something pitying. Darja then took the toothbrush and went to one side of Shira's couch. „You know madam, I have had the experience, the most tender points on the body are the most sensitive. And , unfortunately, you force me to edit the probably most sensitive part of her body. „She looked pointed to Shira exposed, shaved armpit. Also, the bound agent knew what will happen next. „Please! I can tell you nothing ... „said the Israeli already in a somewhat pleading tone. Her strength and courage were suddenly gone. „Oh honey, I'm sickly know you can, you just have to want , I I anna help to convince...“ “nohohoho„nooooo please ... Please not there ... „begged Shira. „Only the truth brings salvation, sweetness, just the truth,“ said Darja pitying meanwhile she hired the toothbrush again.
A shudder ran through the strong agent, she would remain steadfast for anything in the world. But secretly she knew exactly she would not be able to resist for long. „You have to talk to me, only, Agent. It will help. Talking about.” The toothbrush began to circle again on Shira's naked, unprotected armpit. She let out a terrifying scream. Shira jerked and cried uncontrollably now.
Her body was covered in sweat and the skin getting roughened slow. The Russian woman knew exactly what she was doing and felt that her prisoners would soon be already talking to her. When the brush were finally stopped just minutes passed, minutes they Shira as an hour occurred. „Well, if you do not speak to me, that's very honorable of you,“ said Darja appreciatively. „However, I'll remains no other choice than to speed up the whole here. My clients want to get information, you know? „
She went to the closet and let Shira back alone.
The Mossad agent was too weak and exhausted, in order to liberate herselves.
Even if you will was unbroken, her power waned progressively.
Darja came back and had a tube with a shimmering whitish cream there.
„You know Lady,“ she said as she bent down to Shira's couch, „I admire you, I already had a couple of guests here, but you are my favorite guest at all.“
„I am honored Bitch“ exclaimed Shira angry back.
The Russian now open Shira's bra and then a creamed her nipples and her soles and the pits of the agent. Shira was still trying desperately to pull away. When she was done she came quite close to her prisoners and stroked her cheek. The blond hair fell like the Israeli's face. „So I admire you, you are so incredibly strong and steadfast. I doubt that I would be able to do. Of my other guests I'm used otherwise. Darja now took a black leather strap out from under the table and pulled it tight across the chest of Shira. „What are you doing?“ Shouted Shira little anxious but also exhausted from the exertions. „Unfortunately, I have to resort to something drastic measures madam, but you leave me no other choice. Through this cream which I have given to you body, your nerve endings are more sensitive and I have to take advantage now, Im so sorry. Because I'm going to make you speak. I promise. „Now took up the paintbrush ....
„No, no, pleaassseeee ...I can not ... please ....“ Shira pleaded now clearly desperate. „Soon they have it they were brave heroine, why do you have fought for so long against it, I told you, you will talk,“ said Darja happily knowing that she seemed very close to her goal. Shira's hands balled into a fist and her whole body tensed visibly. The agent knew exactly what she expect as Darja slipped the brush over open and defenseless presented nipples. She screamed loudly, her whole body twitched and trembled as the bristles are grazed her tender and extremely sensitive nipples. Again and again, the Russian had the brush glide over Darja's delicate skin. Shira shrugged, her body felt as energized, her brain sets off completely. She just wanted to salvation and everything was ready, but all she wanted to disclose, when suddenly a bang and a flash of lightning shook the entire room.
Somewhere in Israel ......
A blond young woman lying naked on a kind of modified gyno chair.
Her wrists were tied above her head and tied her feet to the metal supports of the deck.
She was wearing only her white panties and her bra.
Fluorescent let her light shine sweaty body.
She wanted to scream, but the cloth gag in her mouth let any sound penetrate.
A young woman entered the room. Her long black hair was tied back in a ponytail. She was wearing a white T-shirt and dark blue jeans. her well manicured fingers held a silver kidney dish with various pens and brushes in hand.
„Welcome Miss Markowa, nice to see you again. I'm really looking forward to her reaction, I have brushes and pens and pencils ..... my repertoire is virtually unlimited, but whom I'll say so want to like it once to see what her nerve endings are saying what you think? „
A strangled cry filled the room when Shira with the brush for the first time touched the bare soles of the Russian ......
The End.
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