4 comments/ 120152 views/ 53 favorites Spy Girl By: ruwild Vicki stood in the dark doorway as she watched her mark, Ivan Patrinkov, approach up the empty street. There was no way he would be able to see her where she stood in the shadows. She wore a skin tight leather jumpsuit with black low-heel boots. She would have preferred to have on a pair of stiletto heeled boots to show off her long shapely legs, but it was probably better to have on these functional boots for the struggle that was about to come. Her body was taught with anticipation as the mark drew nearer. It was a cool night and she could see his breath as it left his body. As he drew closer she noticed him stumble and catch himself on a sign post. 'He's been drinking!' she thought to herself with a little smile. 'This will be much easier than I thought.' With her heart racing, she decided to change tactics at the last minute. She unzipped her jumpsuit to expose her deep cleavage and tucked the chloroform soaked handkerchief she'd been holding in her hand down between her breasts. The rag was cold and made her nipples harden. When he was only a few feet away she stepped out from the concealing shadows directly in front of him. He was startled and raised his hands to defend himself until Vicki said quickly in fluent Russian, "Mr. Patrinkov! It's only me, Lisa Smith from the embassy! Please don't hurt me!" "Miss Smith? The translator?" Patrinkov asked with confusion in his voice as he lowered his arms. "Yes." Vicki replied in a rush. "What are you doing out and about at this hour? And why are you dressed in such a manner?" he asked suspiciously in English with a thick Russian accent. Patrinkov wasn't a big man. He stood 5'7", had a slight build, dark brown hair and brown eyes. Vicki did find him attractive and under different circumstances she might have tried to take him for a lover. But it apparently was not to be. He had information about the struggling Russian underground that was trying to move the county back to communism, and it was Vicki's job to extract that information from him at all costs. Switching to English Vicki said, "I've wanted to talk to you in private, but haven't been able to get up the nerve. You see Mr. Patrinkov, I find you very attractive and I would like to get to know you much better." As Vicki said this she slipped her arms around Patrinkov's neck. He looked down at her cleavage rather uncomfortably and began to reply, "Miss Smith you are a very lovely young woman, but..." That was all he got out before she pulled his face down into her cleavage where the chloroform soaked handkerchief awaited him. Patrinkov was so taken by surprise that he didn't even start to struggle until it was too late. Vicki caught him before he fell to her feet and hoisted him over her shoulder. She thought to herself, 'Thank goodness he's not a big guy!' as she moved off through the shadows toward the small basement apartment she rented not more than a block away. What finally brought Patrinkov around was the pain in his wrists and ankles where he was tied standing up, spread eagle and naked, on some sort of rack type machine. As he slowly came to he was smart enough to keep his eyes closed and just listen to the surroundings. Other than a faucet dripping off to his left he could hear nothing. No cars, no trucks, no people, or anything else for that matter. This didn't bode well, because if he couldn't hear anything, then most likely there was no one to hear him should he begin to scream for help. He opened his eyes and saw Vicki wearing a red robe and sitting on a wooden chair directly in front of him. Her legs were crossed and she was smoking a cigarette as she watched him. She had long honey blonde hair, a finely sculpted face and blue eyes. He imagined the look in her eyes to be the same look a cat would have as it watched a newly caught mouse, waiting for it to try to escape and the fun to begin all over again. Patrinkov spared a second to take a quick glance around the room. It was pretty much as he expected, a rundown apartment with only a bed, a small kitchenette with a table in one corner, and the chair which was currently occupied by Miss Smith, though he doubted that was her real name. He gently tried his bonds to see if they gave any, but as he suspected, he was expertly bound. Vicki had changed out of her skin tight jumpsuit and now wore the red robe and a matching pair of 4" pumps. The robe was open at the neck and showed off Vicki's full breasts which were held in a lacy bra the same color as the robe. Vicki took a long drag on her cigarette and slowly allowed the smoke to escape from her nose. She looked into his eyes and as Patrinkov returned her gaze he thought to himself, 'All she needs is a pair of horns and she would be the very picture of a demon temptress.' "I assure you Mr. Patrinkov that your bonds are quite tight and you have no hope for escape other than to cooperate with me." Vicki said quietly. She took another drag on the cigarette as she ran her left hand down the open front of her robe. She continued in a sultry voice as she pulled the robe open a little further exposing more of her bra covered breasts. "This process need not necessarily have to be onerous. I truly do find you attractive and I'm sure that I can make this interrogation quite," she paused for another drag on the cigarette, "enjoyable." "Miss Smith, I think it is only fair to inform you that I find my pleasure in the arms of another man. So you see, you're feminine wiles will have no effect on me and this is indeed going to be a very onerous after all." Patrinkov replied smugly. Vicki raised an eyebrow and cocked her head with an amused smile on her face. She pinched the embers from the end of the cigarette and stepped on them with the toe of her shoe. Vicki slowly stood up and untied the belt that was loosely holding the robe around her waist. In one fluid movement she slipped it from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Patrinkov's gaze took in her long lean body and he did have to admit she had a fine figure. She was standing there with the knee of her left leg turned across her right. All she was wearing now was her bra and shoes and he could just make out a little tuft of hair at her crotch. Vicki put her hands on her hips and with a sly smile squatted down a little then straightened her legs. When she did, her large semi-hard cock dropped from between them. Patrinkov's mouth fell opened in a look of surprise, which then changed to a look of astonishment as her already large cock began to grow thicker and longer. Vicki's sly smile spread broader as she said, "From the look on your face I'd say that my feminine wiles will have quite an effect on you after all Mr. Patrinkov." When she stepped up closer to him, her rock hard cock was standing straight out from her body. It appeared to defy gravity, a cock that huge shouldn't be able to stand that straight out. Vicki had always been well endowed, but the experimental pills that the Russian government had provided her with had made a big improvement. Where she had been a solid eight inches before she'd taken one of the pills, now she had a rock hard and throbbing eleven inch interrogator attached to her crotch. She stopped, her cock just inches from Patrinkov's and looked down. He was completely erect and his cock was still only about half the size of hers. Vicki shook her head slowly then said, "I would guess that with such a small cock you spent all your time on the bottom with your male lover." She moved closer and rubbed her cock against his for a few seconds then squatted down a little bit to allow it to slide it between his legs. She continued to push forward moving his cock up to squeeze it between their bellies. She squatted down a bit further and pushed the cock between his butt cheeks. She could feel his sphincter tighten up as the head of her cock brushed against it. Vicki looked him in the eye and said, "What, don't you want me to come inside and play? I'm sure that I can fill you much better than any man who has ever been inside of you. As a matter of fact, you should just give in now and tell me everything I need to know, because once I've been inside you, no matter who you are with, they will never satisfy you like me. You will always long for my strong style of love making and my very large cock. If you tell me everything you know right now, I'll keep this monster to myself and you won't have to know the empty feeling that is sex without me." There was definitely fear in Patrinkov's eyes as he said, "If I knew anything I would surely tell you. No matter what you do to me, I cannot tell you what I don't know." "Now, now, Mr. Patrinkov," Vicki purred, "I have intercepted coded messages sent to your office that I'm sure have information about how the communists plan to regain control of this country. I have sent those messages to your government and they deemed it necessary that we have this little chat, but I can see that you are going to require more motivation than I have provided thus far." Vicki pulled away from him and turned to move into position behind him. Her hard cock was filled with intent as it bounced and swayed with her hips on the trip to his unprotected rear. After she walked around behind him, he felt her hands on his butt cheeks, caressing and rubbing them. She moved them to his hips and then he felt her huge cock sliding between his legs again. The head pushed against his balls then past them until it stuck out almost as far in front of him as his own did, and he could feel her body pressed against him, her breasts warm and firm on his back. "Look down Mr. Patrinkov." Vicki said into his ear softly. He did, and saw their two cocks, her big one and his smaller one. "Now try to imagine what it's going to feel like when my cock is buried to the hilt in your ass, because once I start in, I'm not stopping until I'm all the way in. It's your last chance to spill your guts, before I fill them. WHAT'S IT GOING TO BE!" she roared in his ear. "I'm telling you, I don't know anything!" He whimpered. Vicki pulled back away from him, reached down and gripped his ass cheeks. She spread them as far as possible, then placing the head of her huge cock against his sphincter she started to push her way into him. Patrinkov screamed as the unlubricated tip of her cock started to force him open. He could feel her flesh pulling against his as his sphincter rolled in then slowly stretched open to accept her invading member. Vicki slipped her hands from his ass cheeks around onto his hips, gripping his hip bones as she continued to force her throbbing cock deeper into him. Patrinkov was panting and groaning as Vicki's huge rod plowed ever deeper into his unwilling hole. Vicki loved the first time she penetrated a guy's ass. The pulling skin, the quivering of the sphincter as it desperately tried to accept her girth, the guy panting and sweating like a marathon runner at the finish line, it all made her feel so powerful! She watched eagerly as her big cock slowly and steadily disappeared into him. She reveled in the warm feeling of his body as it unwillingly accepted her and the groaning sounds he made as she stretched and filled him. Deeper and deeper she pushed into him and they could both feel his insides adjusting to make room for her intruding cock. To Patrinkov it felt as though a train wreck was taking place in his ass. The deeper she penetrated into him the harder it was for him to breathe. At any moment he was sure he would feel something inside him tear and then he would slowly bleed to death. Without stopping her progress into him, she shuffled her feet forward and he could again feel her lace covered breasts gently rub against his back. Just when he thought he couldn't possibly take any more of her huge cock, he felt the press of her hips against his ass cheeks. Vicki's mouth was back beside his ear and he heard her softly go 'mmmmmmm' with pleasure. She pressed her body tightly against his back, then licked his ear with the tip of her tongue and whispered, "Doesn't this feel delicious?" as she rocked her hips gently in a circular grinding motion and rubbed her breasts against his back. Patrinkov couldn't get enough breath to respond as he hung there impaled on her big cock, panting shallowly. "What? Are you speechless with ecstasy?" Vicki asked coyly, "Or are you terrified by what may happen next?" She slid her hands off of his hips and up over his stomach, then onto his chest. She caressed his nipples gently with the tips of her fingers, pinching them hard enough to make him grunt in pain. "You must find being filled with a woman's cock to be an unsettling experience. After all, you are completely helpless and under my control. Who knows what other things I may do to you?" she paused for a moment then continued. "Women like me could rule the world you know. We would infiltrate the world's governments by making sex slaves of all the important and powerful men. I've never been with a man that wasn't completely in love with me after I've shot a big load of cum in him. They may start out struggling to get away, but they can't get enough of me in the end!" She giggled at her little pun, "Or should I say in their end! Maybe there's something in my cum that makes them addicted to me." She mused. Through this whole ramble Vicki continued to grind her hips against his ass making her cock stir his insides. Patrinkov could feel the muscles in her belly moving against his back along with her breasts. "Well I think we have wasted enough time daydreaming about world domination." She said, "Let's talk about how you are going to tell me every thing you know about the up coming coup." "I ..... don't ...... know ...... anything." Patrinkov panted to her. "So, you can talk now. Good. I figured you'd get your breath back after a few minutes like the other people have, but you can never be sure. Now that your body is adjusting to having my big cock buried in your ass. The first question I want to ask you is, are we going to do this all the hard way, or are you willing to cooperate now?" Vicki asked in a resigned voice. "I .... keep ..... telling ..... you ....." he started to say, but didn't get to finish. Vicki's hands were on his nipples so she quickly slid her hands up and gripped his shoulders, she held him tightly against her and started to pound her huge cock in and out of his ass. She pulled her cock out most of the way and rammed it back home as fast as she could, heedless of his screams and pleas for her to stop. The pill she'd taken had not only made her cock bigger, it also made her much stronger, so it was no problem for her to keep pounding him the hell out of him for a full fifteen minutes. Vicki stopped with her cock buried completely inside Patrinkov's now much looser asshole. She let go of his shoulders, leaning back enough to unclasp her front close bra and slip it off of her shoulders. There was a sheen of sweat over her whole body and some drops were running down between her breasts as she pressed them against his back again. Patrinkov didn't notice her sweat because he was sweating profusely himself. His head was hanging forward and the sweat was dripping from the end of his nose as he panted, trying hard to catch his breath. His mind was reeling from what was happening. He felt so helpless, under her complete control, and he knew that should bother him, but his fogy brain and body seemed to be inexplicably enjoying this torment. Now that her bra was lying on the floor, all Vicki had on was her high heeled red pumps. She placed her hands back on his hips and slowly pulled her cock out till just the head was still inside him, then thrust it back in as hard as she could, her hips ramming his ass cheeks and causing Patrinkov let out a little yelp when her big balls hit his smaller ones. "So. Patrinkov. Still. Want. To. Tell. Me. You. Don't. Know. Any. Thing?" She asked punctuating each word with a hard thrust. "I can't tell you anything because they will kill me if I do!" Patrinkov wailed. Vicki stopped pounding her cock into him for a second and stood still. "Well then, you do have a problem, because I'm close to cuming inside you and once I do, you are going to tell me everything you know whether you like it or not. That's just another little plus from the pills your government has been giving me. Before I cum in you, I want to switch positions. I want to look into your eyes as my cum squirts deep inside of you." Vicki slowly pulled out of Patrinkov and his insides felt like a balloon deflating. Without her big cock inside him, the emptiness was almost overpowering. She stepped to the side of the machine, pulled a lever and then began turning a crank. As she did this, the machine got narrower and his ankles started to pull up, pushing his knees against his chest. She stopped, flipped another lever, and turned a different crank, pulling his legs apart again so she would easily fit between them. One more lever and a couple of more cranks reclined him to just the right angel for her. Vicki threw the first lever back in place, locking the machine again, and then walked around in front of Patrinkov. Her cock was as hard as ever. As he watched her, it struck him how hot and sexy she looked with that huge cock and her shapely woman's body. She flipped her long honey blonde hair over her shoulder as she moved into position between his legs and without a pause pushed her big cock fully back into his waiting ass. Patrinkov grunted from the sudden filling of his rectum again, but had to admit to himself that it felt good to have her back inside of him. He looked into her eyes and saw a woman who was working, but was enjoying her work. Vicki put her hands on her hips and began to steadily thrust into his ass as she stared into his eyes. The look of superiority she gave Patrinkov left him with a cold feeling in the pit of his stomach, and a tingling in his balls. Vicki continued looking deep into his eyes as she was thrusting her cock into him. She slid her hands up along her ribcage and cupping a breast in each she massaged them gently, then worked them around to the front where she could pinch and roll her nipples between her fingers. She did all this very slowly and sexily looking into his eyes the whole time. Vicki let go of her breasts and moved her hands slowly up onto the back of her neck, pushing her hair up on top of her head as she started thrusting harder and faster. This made her round firm breasts bounce and jiggle, but the whole time her eyes never left his. "You are so very helpless, hanging there with my big cock pounding your ass, and not a thing in the world you can do about it. Though, at this point, I wonder if you would try get away even if you could." She mused as she looked deep in his eyes. Patrinkov finally broke eye contact and looked down to where a big part of her body was disappearing into him. The way she moved only her hips was so sexy! She was so beautiful and in such control that his mind was spinning. He found himself straining to reach one of her bouncing nipples but she would only bring it close enough to tease him, not actually touch it. Vicki grabbed her breast and pulled her nipple close to her mouth and licked it with her tongue. She let out a loud moan and grabbed Patrinkov by the hair, pulling his head up so she could look into his eyes again. With her other hand pinching her nipple she shoved her entire cock all the way into his ass, and while she looked into his eyes her cock erupted deep inside him. As soon as she started cuming Patrinkov couldn't help himself and his cock exploded all over his own stomach. Vicki stood still with her cock buried in his ass and watched his face as the familiar amazed look began to form on it. Patrinkov could feel a warm sensation radiating out from the spot in his body where her cum was. The warmth spread slowly up his torso and down his arms and legs. He could feel his body, but it wouldn't respond for him. As the warmth crept up his neck he began to panic, tossing his head from side to side. Spy Girl The light shinning through the small window over the bed rustled him awake. He looked down at the woman lying on top of his cock. He wanted to force her up and fuck her again but he thought it better to allow her to sleep. She was going to need her strength once she found out. The news was not going to be easy for her to swallow. He silently laughed at his own pun. Slowly, trying not to awaken her, he slid out from underneath her voluptuous body. A quick pulse of excitement ran through his body as her long, dark hair bushed over his balls. He moved to his dresser and removed the collar he had purchased for her two years ago. His excitement was overwhelming. He never expected to have her here. His wishful thinking had become a reality. The beautiful white leather collar was studded with small diamonds. It sparkled underneath the sunshine emanating into his flat. Slowly, he made his way back to the bed and attached the collar around her neck. There! It was done, he thought. Looking down at her, he felt the tension rising in his cock. He pushed it down as if trying to tell it to wait until later. He moved into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. He heard her awaken. Peeking through the kitchen door into the bedroom, he saw her pretend to be asleep, but he knew better. She had not gotten this far in her career by being stupid. Samantha heard him rustling in the kitchen. She held her face natural and kept her eyelids loose. She felt his eyes on the back of her neck. Keeping her breathing even, she thought of what she could do next to plan her escape. Pretending to roll over in slumber, she moved herself to her side. His cum oozed out from her pussy and down her thigh. She was filled with it. Opening her eyes, she peeked toward the area where she had heard him move. She didn't see him. Then, she felt it around her neck. A promise he had made to her years ago has now come to pass. Once during a mission he warned her that he would have her collared and chained. He would own her. He would have his way. It was only a matter of time. "Samantha, come into the kitchen and have some coffee," he said. His voice startled her. She moved, as more of his load dripped out of her pussy. Flashes of what occurred the night before ran through her mind. Her pussy lips pulsed. She forcibly shut her eyes trying to block the images out. This cannot be. The bastard must have drugged me. If he did then, why is my pussy reacting now? Why does his voice seem to comfort me? Her mind raced with thoughts. "Samantha," he continued, "I know you're awake. Stop pretending. Do you like French toast? I was thinking of making it this morning." She lay still, scoping the room with her eyes, wondering where he had put her weapons. She recalled they were in a high rise. Her chances of surviving a jump from out of the window were nil, so she let the thought escape from her mind. "C'mon, Samantha," he moaned, "I know you are awake. You should know better than to try to plan your escape. There is no escape. You should know me by now. I told you this would happen." She grunted and rose from the bed. His juice ran down her inner thighs and slid over her ankles. He had used her until the early a.m. She had no idea a man could fuck over and over like that. The thought of what happened flashed again in her mind. Her pussy twitched. Her heart beat faster. She shook it off. Smiling, he entered the room, asking, "Do you like the collar I have given to you, my sweet?" He saw her reaction to being called his sweet. He grinned widely as she put her hands up to the touch the locked collar around her neck. Her nipples hardened. He could not wait to stick his cock in between her tits. "I want to remind you that you are to call me Master. Unless you want a repeat of what happened last night. Do you?" She lowered her head and shook it back and forth, signifying no. She remembered moaning as he entered her. She remembered wrapping her legs around him as he pumped harder and harder. She remembered having the most intensive orgasm in her life. She swallowed and continued looking down. She found it difficult to look him in the eye. "Here are a few towels. Go into the shower and get cleaned up. The closet door next to the bathroom is your closet. The dresser next to it is filled with things for you. They are filled with everything you will need for your life with me. Underneath the sink, you will find all toiletries. Use the garden fresh douche. I want last night's cum out of you. Now go. You have thirty minutes to get ready, clean up and be dressed in something that comes out of the top drawer of your new dresser." "May I ask you something please?" "Please, what" he snapped. She looked at him strangely and then realize her mistake, "Please, Master." "Good girl. Sure. Maybe a few questions." "Why am I here?" He laughed from his belly, and said" Sit down and I will explain." Samantha did as he demanded. "Do you remember that night almost two years ago, when I lie on the floor of that museum in Moscow?" Samantha could never forget that night. To her own surprise her team survived a most dangerous covert operation. But, she screwed up. She should have stepped down then but her pride was in the way. "Yes, I remember," she answered. "Yes, I remember WHAT?" he yelled. "Yes, I remember, Master." "That was the night I was on the floor and you had your big, fucking boot on my neck and your weapon in my mouth. That is the first night I ever saw you. I had no idea the person fucking up my operation was a hot, whore-looking woman like you. Imagine my surprise. Your beauty captivated me. I also remember how you looked at me. I always felt that if we would have met under different circumstances, we would have been friends. Do you remember what I told you that night?" "Yes, Master, I do" "Good girl," he smiled, "you remembered who I am to you." "That was the night I made myself a promise that I would have you. You would be mine and not for just one night but forever. I saw the wildness in your eyes. I clearly saw your nipples harden as I spoke to you. I knew you were for me. An educated, beautiful bitch that ran covert operations for the United States. Who could ask for more? I said to myself then, if you allowed me to live, I would come after you. You fucked up your mission, Samantha. You know it and now you know that I know it. If you would have swallowed your pride, you would have admitted how you screwed this up and left the operation. You may be safe back home in the US if you did, but you didn't. You still tried to chase me down. Why did you let me live?" She shook her head. She didn't remember why she had done so. Her mission was to exterminate him. She had the chance, but hit him with the butt of her weapon instead, as she made her escape, leaving him unconscious and bleeding, but not mortally wounded, on the museum floor. "I bought that collar the very next day and made a promise to myself that you would wear it. And, look, here we are. Next question!" "Where is my team? "I will not answer that." "You killed them, didn't you, you bastard." He lunged at her, pulled her out the chair, and pushed her up against the wall, "Samantha, there are many things I will let you get away with the next few days because I know in the end, you are going to truly want to stay with me. I will see to that. I am kind enough to give you an adjustment period. But, I will not tolerate disrespect, so watch your tone and address me correctly." Samantha lowered her head, "I am sorry, Master. My team meant a lot to me." she answered softly. He liked when the tone of her voice was low. He heard it for the first time last night. So soft. So sweet. He found it sexy. She looked so vulnerable right now that he almost felt sorry for her. He expected much more of a fight. She was going to be easy to take over. He laughed to himself. He would have kidnapped her long ago had he known. She would not have cost him millions of dollar in bribes. He released his hand from her arm. He saw that her nipples hardened as soon as he put his hands on her. He stepped back from her and blurted out, "Oh, who that shithead John you were fucking? The one that would not leave his wife for you? The one who never saw you in the states but as soon as the mission started he was in your pussy? Is that whom you cared about? Hah?" Samantha was lost for words. How did he know this? Did he hold a higher position with the Russian Secret Police than her government had told her? Her mind was filled with so many thoughts. Her eyes welled up with tears. She knew they were dead. It was her fault for not killing her nemesis when she had the opportunity. "Don't cry over them, especially not him. He was an asshole." "With all due respect, Master. I am as educated as you. I am just as proficient with weapons and arms as you and you cannot keep me captive forever. At least not here," She said. He laughed and answered, "There is one thing that separates us, baby. I don't have a wet pussy on me that loves to be fucked. I don't take it. I give it. That is why I am the better. That is why after I take you over and over and have you cumming all over yourself, you're never going to want to leave. I promise you that." He moved closer to her. He felt the heat fly off of her body. "Look at you. I bet if I spread your legs right now, I could slip right in because I make you so hot. Oh, then again, I may be able to slip right into your hole because last night's cum is still dripping out from you." He moved closer to her, "Isn't that correct, baby, remember last night? Remember the whip on your ass. Do you remember?" Samantha swallowed hard. "My sweet whore, Samantha. Once I take you under my wing, you will never want to go back to your old life. Your government will list you as missing and they may send a team searching for you, but they will never find you. I have made certain of that. One more question and then in you go. I want to start my training. I will train you good and work you hard. Ask your last question now, my dear." "What is your name?" she asked. He could not contain himself. He laughed hard and said, "All these years and you still do not know who I am? I am more than the number you have assigned to me. More than 42567." He smiled, "Stepan, my name is Stepan. Now get your shit into the shower and be ready for me. You have thirty minutes or your punishment will not be pretty." Samantha ran down the hallway towards the bathroom. Stepan smiled as she scurried. Yes, she is going to be much easier than I imagined. Thoughts of last night invaded his mind. Her sweet pussy muscles squeezing his hardness as he pumped deeper inside of her hole. He couldn't wait for tonight. He gloated as he thought of taking her over. Samantha turned on the water, took out what she needed from the bathroom drawer and moved her naked body into the shower. The steam felt good. She opened the douche and cleaned her pussy. In her mind, she imagined the stem of the douche being his cock. She grunted to herself. What the fuck is wrong with me? I am being held captive by a Russian spy who is demanding I wash loads of his cum out of my pussy so he can fill it again and I am thinking this piece of plastic is his cock. Help me. What is happening? Samantha could not shut down her mind from the racing thoughts. Last night flashed through her mind. She thought her cover secure. Taking a wrong turn down an alley proved to be her demise. He came out from the shadows and grabbed her from behind. He overpowered her immediately and stripped her of all weapons. His massive 6'3 frame was no match for her 5'5 big-tit frame. The cloth covered her mouth and nose. She tried not to breath, to no avail. Her world became dizzy, then black. When she awoke, he was standing over her naked body. His grin said all she needed to know. She wondered if he was going to kill her. His demands were swift and forceful. Her refusal to comply angered him. He tied her to the bed. The first swat of his whip hit her plump ass. She thought it not so bad. The second almost tickled. His punishment for not calling him Master was not as bad as she thought. Then, he warned her. The third swat was a little bit harder. By the fourth swat, she wanted to scream for him to stop, but she could not help but notice that her pussy was dripping. He noticed too. He warned her not to cum. He told her to say the word "verge" if she got to close to orgasm. He brought his hand down again on her ass. He didn't spank the shit out of her because he wanted to use her asshole up good. He saw no reason to have blood and marks on her beautiful ass. The last things he wanted to look when he stuck his cock up her plump, round backend was a torn bleeding ass. A bit swollen and red, though, would be perfect. Someone needed to teach her a lesson. He came down with the crop again. He saw she was getting close. She screamed, "Verge." He stopped and let her rest. "Don't cum until let you. You hear me bitch?" "Please, no. Please stop," she moaned. "Your pussy does not mind what is happening. You are soaked. Do not cum, do you hear me?" "Yes, Master," she panted. Stepan smiled. He lit a cigarette and watched her ass move up and down while she remained on all fours. She could not control herself. He moved closer and played with her clit. He could not believe how swollen it was. After a few rubs, she screamed "verge" again. She was hotter than he expected. He saw her juices dripping out of her. Her pussy lips were twitching. He put out his cigarette and untied her. He was sure she would not try to escape. Not right now. He rolled her onto her back, spread her legs apart and slide his cock inside. "You still do not come without my permission. Still use the word. Do not come." "I won't, Master." At first, he thought she would fight him, but there was no fight. He went so deep inside of her he thought his balls were going to get lost. She was a sloppy whore. Stepan moaned with pleasure as she wrapped her legs tightly around him, He took her arms and held them over her head and pushed himself it deeper. Her moans sent chills down his spine. He knew he had been right about her. He brought his mouth to hers. She kissed him hungrily. He moved his mouth to her hard nipples and pulled on them with his lips. He moved inside of her. Again, she screamed, "Verge." He pulled out and let her breath. She started thrashing side to side. "Look at you. I think you are already my whore." He put his hands on her hips and thrust his cock inside of her and pumped it twice, then pulled it out. She moaned loudly. He repeated this action over again. "Is this what you want, baby? Feel my cock." Her breathing quickened as she pumped the air each time he removed his cock. With one thrust she forced himself deep inside of his hole. "Cum, Samantha. Cum, my whore." Samantha moaned loudly as Stepan fucked her. Her orgasm was hard. She shivered under his touch. He then moved her to the floor and stuck his cock in her mouth. She ran the head of his cock over her lips then took him deeply, using her tongue to massage the shaft. Stepan was pleased. He grabbed her hair on either side of her head and he rode her mouth. Her mouth was hungry. He thrust it in deeper, when, for a moment, he thought she was going to choke. He eased up a little on her mouth. She then moved her hands from his thighs and put them on his ass, forcing his cock deeper inside her hungry mouth. This whore wants it deeper. This fucking bitch. Take this, my whore, he thought. Stepan pushed deeper into her mouth as she squeezed his ass allowing him to shove it in even further. He felt the back of her throat and released a scream. Within seconds, Stepan filled her mouth with his cum. "Eat it. Eat is all, my girl." He said while filling up her mouth. Stepan knocked on the bathroom door interrupting the replay of last night that ran in her mind. Already her pussy was soaked. "Let's go, Samantha. Time is wasting. You only have 15 minutes left to get ready. And, the French toast is almost ready." "Yes, Master. I am getting ready." "My good girl." He answered back. Samantha took a deep breath and stepped out of the shower. She wondered how she was going to control this situation. Why was her pussy so wet for this man? Why is she so attracted to him? He is her enemy. Can she escape from this? When he is done with me, will I want to? Spy Girl Vicki said, "Don't get so excited, you're not going to die, but you won't be quite the same after this is all over." Patrinkov's struggles slowed and he looked into her eyes as his brain caught on fire, then everything went black. As Patrinkov slowly rose up though the darkness he became aware of the sounds of someone packing. He opened his eyes to find himself in a dingy little apartment, lying on a bed. There was a beautiful dishwater blonde woman taking apart some type of machine and packing it in a large black case. He knew he should know her name but couldn't quite remember it. She looked over at him and realized he was awake, so she stepped over to the bed and said. "I see you are awake now. That is good timing, because I have to move my interrogation machine out to the rental van and you're going to help Ivan." Suddenly it all came crashing back into his mind. He remembered everything that had happened. She had interrogated him in this room in a most unusual fashion. One for which his training had never prepared him. "Oh my God! What have I told you?!" He asked in a rush as he quickly sat up on the bed, even though he was pretty sure he already knew the answer to that question. Vicki smiled when she looked at him and spoke as if to a child. "Everything Ivan honey, everything. It has all been digitally recorded and sent to my employers, your government. Oh, and that part about you 'finding your pleasure in the arms of another man', I know that it was complete bullshit. I asked you, and you said mine was the first cock in your ass, though I doubt it'll be the last now." "What am I going to do? The rebellion leaders will kill me when they find out!" He wailed. "I think when we got started earlier that I told you I found you attractive, right?" She asked. He nodded miserably and she continued. "Why don't you come with me? I could use the help on the next job, and after all, I still have a handful of those little pills that make my cock get so fucking big! I promise that this next time I will be sure to make it a lot more fun for you." As she said this to him she moved over to stand directly in front of him. Since he was sitting on the edge of the bed, when she pulled up her short black skirt, her bulging panties were right in front of his face. He looked up past her round breasts in the white blouse and knew that he should hate this woman with every fiber in his being, he should be repulsed by her bulging panties in his face, he should want at the very least to run away from her, or at worst kill her, and yet, he could feel his body yearning for her. He couldn't imagine not having her body pressed against his with her big cock buried inside him. Vicki glanced at her watch. "We have about twenty minutes before we need to leave to catch our train." She said, and with a quick flip of her wrist her cock was out of the panties, hardening its way toward Ivan's mouth. He looked back up past her breasts into her eyes, hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth and took as much of her as he could. Vicki smiled down at him and said, "I think you and I going to become very close. Very close indeed." As she put her hands on his head and began to push her cock deeper into his mouth.