3:00 AM Leningrad, Russia 1991

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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