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Since Anya Saronov had turned 16 she only had one dream, to become a secret agent. Watching all the movies growing up she figured that was the best way to make a change in the world. She wanted the hard assignments, covert, black bag, multiple passports, exciting locales, license to kill. Years of education and training had led her to the doorstep of the CIA on her 21st birthday. A born and bred patriot, with a pair of Russian immigrant parents, Anya felt that she was the perfect candidate to help fight the Cold War. Finally she had gotten her wish.
Six months ago Anya immigrated to Moscow. She denounced her U.S. citizenship and began anew. She was a flirty, a young pretty blonde, tall and slim, she turned heads. The right heads. Her mission was complex, she was tasked with organizing a secret government that would be prepared to take over in the event of a military coup. She was employed as an escort, and quickly she was able to worm her way into being a high-end one, catering to just the people the U.S. needed to convince that they could take over and run Russia.
But this plan had hit a snag. Slowly but surely the men Anya encountered turned up dead. There was a leak, and Anya knew exactly who had discovered it. Igor and Sash Konstaninov, the husband and wife duo high up in the KGB's counterespionage unit. They worked closely together, keeping everything within their marital bond. It made getting close to them near impossible.
Near.
Anya had discovered that the couple was a little... kinky. They frequented an underground BDSM club. Highly improper given their positions but they were above the law. They had a special backroom where one girl a night was taken. The couple enjoyed using a single girl multiple times. Anya decided to get a job there and attempt to work her way into that backroom.
Months of spanking, bondage, whips and gags had led to tonight. Anya was told by her manager that the usual girl wasn't available and Igor and Sasha had requested her. Anya accepted. She was handed a simple pair of blank panties.
"Put these on. Nothing else." The manager commanded.
Anya slipped her dress off and tossed her bra to the floor. She slipped off her pink panties for the black ones. She followed the manager to the backroom.
The door open and Anya was immediately struck by how barren it was. It wasn't even painted. Just a simple concrete room. Except for the strange device in the center of it. A table, with leather straps for her forearms and calves by the look of it. That wasn't the strange part. There was a black box where her head would lie.
"What is that?" Anya asked, genuinely nervous.
"The couple don't like to see the face of the girl. Just her body."
Anya nodded.
She lied down on the table and waited as her manager strapped her down, tightly. She strained a little, she couldn't budge. It wasn't that weird though, Anya had put herself in this position plenty of times. It was only as the manager was about to clasp the box shut over her head that Anya blurted-
"Wait. Wait. Please."
"What?"
"I- uh. Can I be able to like hear out of that thing?"
"Yes."
"And can they hear me? I mean what if something-"
"They can hear you. They don't like people's faces. They say it humanizes them. They want you to be a slab of meat."
"Oh."
And with that answer the box was clasped shut, leaving Anya in the pitch dark.
She waited what felt like an hour. Then the door opened, and she heard voices.
"You almost made us miss the reservation!" Masculine voice, must be Igor.
"I want to look nice. For you." Sasha responded.
"You always look amazing my dear."
Anya heard chairs being dragged over to the table. It sounded like Igor was sitting at the end of the table by her feet and Sasha was on her side.
"Would you look at this one." Igor said, marveling at the bound girl on the table.
"Dimitri selected a fine one for us. Though I do think I'll miss the old girl. What did they call her? Nina?"
"Who knows."
Anya just listened, in her brain she was trying to stay focused on each word, committing them to her memory so she could transcribe the conversation later in her apartment.
"So... let's get down to it then." Igor stated plainly. "What are we to do about this plotter?"
"We know they must've have realized that we figured out their plan. Too many bodies, they won't think that's a coincidence.
Anya couldn't believe it, they were talking about her. She was ironically thankful for the box so that the couple wouldn't see the smile on her face. She listened closer when a YELP escaped her lips.
"Oh my! Such a sensitive little pup!" Sasha exclaimed.
Anya couldn't believe it. She just felt one of Igor's fingers lightly trace down the center of her right foot. Why did he do that? She cursed herself for missing part of the conversation. Then-
"Hhehehe" Anya giggled. She tried to wiggle her foot away but she couldn't. Igor had begun spidering his fingers down her right sole. She squeaked and tittered with laughter.
"Such a cute little giggle! I love her!" Igor squealed with pleasure.
Anya couldn't believe it. He was tickling her foot. This is what they strapped girls down for. She hadn't once ever considered this as an option. Then it dawned on her, this isn't a painful way to spend a couple hours. Maybe it could even be enjoyable.
"You were saying?"
"Oh yes." Sasha replied. "Is the operation for tomorrow ready?"
"Of course. We've identified the leader of this so called new Russian government. We will take him in the morning, on his way to the office. Then we will force him to-"
Anya's giggle fit continued. She desperately tried to focus her hearing on Igor but couldn't, her brain was being flooded by tickles. Then she let out a guffaw.
Sasha's fingers begin pinching her side, from her hip up to just under her rib. They moved absentmindedly, randomly, as she listened to Igor run through the plan. Anya's titters grew to full laughs at this. Sasha looked over at the quivering pale girl and smiled. She used both hands now, pinching her sides, before using her long red nails to tease the skin just below the bellybutton.
Anya was losing her mind. Squealing laughter poured from the box. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn't believe it, she was this close to getting the information necessary to save not just the leader of the new government, who was hand picked by the President. She would be saving herself because she knew that weak fool would turn her name over in a second. She was his direct point of contact.
But none of that information reached her brain as she felt Sasha's nails start to lightly dance over her inner thigh. She couldn't believe she was this ticklish. Her muscular body provided no protection from the sensations.
Igor began tickling both feet now, while still talking to his wife.
"-and that is when we will find whoever it is in Moscow that is working with the Americans."
"Have you any suspects?" Sasha asked, before she leaned her head down and blew a raspberry on top of Anya's bellybutton, causing a shriek of laughter. The couple smiled at each other.
"We've studied a recent list of immigrants. From the past six months." Igor replied.
Sasha moved her nails up into Anya's armpits. They skittered over the taught skin. Anya laughed her head off. Her body yanked and jolted within the straps but she couldn't escape. She was only catching bits and pieces of the conversation. This whole experience would be pointless if she couldn't focus. But the tickling was maddening. Sasha had discovered that if she squeezes Anya's hips her whole waist would buck off the table. So she was amusing herself by forcing Anya to arch her back and then scribbling her nails over her exposed butt.
Anya was delirious. Then, for seemingly no reason, everything stopped. She thought it was over, that time had run out. Her body relaxed, exhausted and covered in sweat.
"Did you find any names?" Sasha asked.
Anya was too delirious still, her mind turned to mashed potatoes from tickling. How embarrassing. She shook her head and started to regain some focus.
"Interestingly enough, yes." Igor said. "Anya Saronov."
Anya's face went white. She was once again happy for the box, hiding her fearful look. Then she stopped, the box! They couldn't see her face. She couldn't believe for that second time that night she was thankful that her head was in the box. There was no way for them to know who she was.
"She was an escort who we recording approaching Dimitri shortly after her immigration to Russia. After a few encounters she began to meet regularly with other men who would eventually join the plot. A strange coincidence. Then we had one of our cells in America do a background on her. She was as patriotic as they come. And apparently worked some job she couldn't tell anyone about."
Anya cursed in her head. Her cover was blown. She'd have to leave the country, her career, maybe even her life, might be ruined.
"So we had her followed."
Anya was confused. She couldn't remember seeing anybody tailing her. She made sure she was very private with her address.
"And we found out that she was working here, in the underground."
Anya's eyes shot wide. Oh shit!
"But we didn't snatch her up. No. We let her stew, we watched in the backroom as she was spanked by the foreign minister, peed on by the commissioner. We laughed and laughed. I then realized that we hadn't had a chance to hone our interrogation skills in awhile and proposed renting this room and practicing on some of the beautiful young women employed here."
"And what a lovely idea that was." Sasha replied while patting Anya's stomach.
"We also did something else. We went to our American friends and let them know that we knew their little secret. We told them that we knew their plot and that we had eyes on their agent. We offered a fair deal. A swap, one spy for three of our own. Do you know what the Americans said?"
"What dear?" Sasha said, while lightly twirling her fingernail around Anya's bellybutton, causing the girl to stir and tremble.
"You are mistaken. We don't have any agents in Moscow."
Anya couldn't believe it. They had abandoned her. But she couldn't even remain scared as Sasha's nail continued to tickle the skin around her belly. A forced grin spread across her face. She couldn't believe it. This was all a trap!
"So I guess that means that we get to keep you." Igor said, before lightly dragging his tongue underneath Anya's toes.
"And have fun with you, forever and ever." Sasha said, now lightly nibbling on Anya's quivering stomach with her lips.
Giggles began to force their way past the terrified face of Anya. She giggled and giggled, before laughing and laughing, and screaming and screaming, with no hope of rescue.
Six months ago Anya immigrated to Moscow. She denounced her U.S. citizenship and began anew. She was a flirty, a young pretty blonde, tall and slim, she turned heads. The right heads. Her mission was complex, she was tasked with organizing a secret government that would be prepared to take over in the event of a military coup. She was employed as an escort, and quickly she was able to worm her way into being a high-end one, catering to just the people the U.S. needed to convince that they could take over and run Russia.
But this plan had hit a snag. Slowly but surely the men Anya encountered turned up dead. There was a leak, and Anya knew exactly who had discovered it. Igor and Sash Konstaninov, the husband and wife duo high up in the KGB's counterespionage unit. They worked closely together, keeping everything within their marital bond. It made getting close to them near impossible.
Near.
Anya had discovered that the couple was a little... kinky. They frequented an underground BDSM club. Highly improper given their positions but they were above the law. They had a special backroom where one girl a night was taken. The couple enjoyed using a single girl multiple times. Anya decided to get a job there and attempt to work her way into that backroom.
Months of spanking, bondage, whips and gags had led to tonight. Anya was told by her manager that the usual girl wasn't available and Igor and Sasha had requested her. Anya accepted. She was handed a simple pair of blank panties.
"Put these on. Nothing else." The manager commanded.
Anya slipped her dress off and tossed her bra to the floor. She slipped off her pink panties for the black ones. She followed the manager to the backroom.
The door open and Anya was immediately struck by how barren it was. It wasn't even painted. Just a simple concrete room. Except for the strange device in the center of it. A table, with leather straps for her forearms and calves by the look of it. That wasn't the strange part. There was a black box where her head would lie.
"What is that?" Anya asked, genuinely nervous.
"The couple don't like to see the face of the girl. Just her body."
Anya nodded.
She lied down on the table and waited as her manager strapped her down, tightly. She strained a little, she couldn't budge. It wasn't that weird though, Anya had put herself in this position plenty of times. It was only as the manager was about to clasp the box shut over her head that Anya blurted-
"Wait. Wait. Please."
"What?"
"I- uh. Can I be able to like hear out of that thing?"
"Yes."
"And can they hear me? I mean what if something-"
"They can hear you. They don't like people's faces. They say it humanizes them. They want you to be a slab of meat."
"Oh."
And with that answer the box was clasped shut, leaving Anya in the pitch dark.
She waited what felt like an hour. Then the door opened, and she heard voices.
"You almost made us miss the reservation!" Masculine voice, must be Igor.
"I want to look nice. For you." Sasha responded.
"You always look amazing my dear."
Anya heard chairs being dragged over to the table. It sounded like Igor was sitting at the end of the table by her feet and Sasha was on her side.
"Would you look at this one." Igor said, marveling at the bound girl on the table.
"Dimitri selected a fine one for us. Though I do think I'll miss the old girl. What did they call her? Nina?"
"Who knows."
Anya just listened, in her brain she was trying to stay focused on each word, committing them to her memory so she could transcribe the conversation later in her apartment.
"So... let's get down to it then." Igor stated plainly. "What are we to do about this plotter?"
"We know they must've have realized that we figured out their plan. Too many bodies, they won't think that's a coincidence.
Anya couldn't believe it, they were talking about her. She was ironically thankful for the box so that the couple wouldn't see the smile on her face. She listened closer when a YELP escaped her lips.
"Oh my! Such a sensitive little pup!" Sasha exclaimed.
Anya couldn't believe it. She just felt one of Igor's fingers lightly trace down the center of her right foot. Why did he do that? She cursed herself for missing part of the conversation. Then-
"Hhehehe" Anya giggled. She tried to wiggle her foot away but she couldn't. Igor had begun spidering his fingers down her right sole. She squeaked and tittered with laughter.
"Such a cute little giggle! I love her!" Igor squealed with pleasure.
Anya couldn't believe it. He was tickling her foot. This is what they strapped girls down for. She hadn't once ever considered this as an option. Then it dawned on her, this isn't a painful way to spend a couple hours. Maybe it could even be enjoyable.
"You were saying?"
"Oh yes." Sasha replied. "Is the operation for tomorrow ready?"
"Of course. We've identified the leader of this so called new Russian government. We will take him in the morning, on his way to the office. Then we will force him to-"
Anya's giggle fit continued. She desperately tried to focus her hearing on Igor but couldn't, her brain was being flooded by tickles. Then she let out a guffaw.
Sasha's fingers begin pinching her side, from her hip up to just under her rib. They moved absentmindedly, randomly, as she listened to Igor run through the plan. Anya's titters grew to full laughs at this. Sasha looked over at the quivering pale girl and smiled. She used both hands now, pinching her sides, before using her long red nails to tease the skin just below the bellybutton.
Anya was losing her mind. Squealing laughter poured from the box. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn't believe it, she was this close to getting the information necessary to save not just the leader of the new government, who was hand picked by the President. She would be saving herself because she knew that weak fool would turn her name over in a second. She was his direct point of contact.
But none of that information reached her brain as she felt Sasha's nails start to lightly dance over her inner thigh. She couldn't believe she was this ticklish. Her muscular body provided no protection from the sensations.
Igor began tickling both feet now, while still talking to his wife.
"-and that is when we will find whoever it is in Moscow that is working with the Americans."
"Have you any suspects?" Sasha asked, before she leaned her head down and blew a raspberry on top of Anya's bellybutton, causing a shriek of laughter. The couple smiled at each other.
"We've studied a recent list of immigrants. From the past six months." Igor replied.
Sasha moved her nails up into Anya's armpits. They skittered over the taught skin. Anya laughed her head off. Her body yanked and jolted within the straps but she couldn't escape. She was only catching bits and pieces of the conversation. This whole experience would be pointless if she couldn't focus. But the tickling was maddening. Sasha had discovered that if she squeezes Anya's hips her whole waist would buck off the table. So she was amusing herself by forcing Anya to arch her back and then scribbling her nails over her exposed butt.
Anya was delirious. Then, for seemingly no reason, everything stopped. She thought it was over, that time had run out. Her body relaxed, exhausted and covered in sweat.
"Did you find any names?" Sasha asked.
Anya was too delirious still, her mind turned to mashed potatoes from tickling. How embarrassing. She shook her head and started to regain some focus.
"Interestingly enough, yes." Igor said. "Anya Saronov."
Anya's face went white. She was once again happy for the box, hiding her fearful look. Then she stopped, the box! They couldn't see her face. She couldn't believe for that second time that night she was thankful that her head was in the box. There was no way for them to know who she was.
"She was an escort who we recording approaching Dimitri shortly after her immigration to Russia. After a few encounters she began to meet regularly with other men who would eventually join the plot. A strange coincidence. Then we had one of our cells in America do a background on her. She was as patriotic as they come. And apparently worked some job she couldn't tell anyone about."
Anya cursed in her head. Her cover was blown. She'd have to leave the country, her career, maybe even her life, might be ruined.
"So we had her followed."
Anya was confused. She couldn't remember seeing anybody tailing her. She made sure she was very private with her address.
"And we found out that she was working here, in the underground."
Anya's eyes shot wide. Oh shit!
"But we didn't snatch her up. No. We let her stew, we watched in the backroom as she was spanked by the foreign minister, peed on by the commissioner. We laughed and laughed. I then realized that we hadn't had a chance to hone our interrogation skills in awhile and proposed renting this room and practicing on some of the beautiful young women employed here."
"And what a lovely idea that was." Sasha replied while patting Anya's stomach.
"We also did something else. We went to our American friends and let them know that we knew their little secret. We told them that we knew their plot and that we had eyes on their agent. We offered a fair deal. A swap, one spy for three of our own. Do you know what the Americans said?"
"What dear?" Sasha said, while lightly twirling her fingernail around Anya's bellybutton, causing the girl to stir and tremble.
"You are mistaken. We don't have any agents in Moscow."
Anya couldn't believe it. They had abandoned her. But she couldn't even remain scared as Sasha's nail continued to tickle the skin around her belly. A forced grin spread across her face. She couldn't believe it. This was all a trap!
"So I guess that means that we get to keep you." Igor said, before lightly dragging his tongue underneath Anya's toes.
"And have fun with you, forever and ever." Sasha said, now lightly nibbling on Anya's quivering stomach with her lips.
Giggles began to force their way past the terrified face of Anya. She giggled and giggled, before laughing and laughing, and screaming and screaming, with no hope of rescue.
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