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Back in the U.S.S.R.

By: darkknight0307



Author's note: The following was written for someone special and I decided to share it on here. It's my first period piece, so go easy on me. Also, I classified this as BDSM instead of Nonconsent/Reluctance since it does deal with many BDSM elements and play.

The young woman's muffled gagged screams for help fill the cold desolate interrogation room. Alli had lost track of time as she sat bound to the steel chair. Her short term memory seemed like a giant blur to her. The last thing she remembered was stepping out of the shower, toweling her body off before blacking out. Eventually she came back to consciousness, only to find herself naked, gagged, and bound to a chair under the only light in the cold room.

Behind the large, two way mirror stood over a dozen Soviet K.G.B. and Military Officers. The Observation Room was filled with the smoke from the cigars as the Uniformed Men watched the Capitalist American Spy bound to the chair. For most of them, it was a joyous moment. They had finally found the troublesome spy codenamed Raven, undoubtedly derived from her long, raven black hair. The Officers in the room felt somewhat insulted by the mere fact that the American C.I.A. thought they would deceive them by sending a young woman to help in aiding the attempts to bring down the Soviet Union. Among the upper hierarchy of the officers, it was an unspoken agreement that she would be given no special treatment. She would be the subject of special interrogation techniques. That is why one of the uniformed officers was standing in the room. 

Colonel Alexander stood stationary in the corner of the room while the other officers talked among themselves. The sweet cigar smoke played with his nostrils as he stood eyeing the girl on the other side of the mirror. This was the part that always drove him crazy when they caught the big fish. All of the talking and bullshitting between the old Comrades in the room was slowly eating away at his patience. They didn't fly him all the way from the Vietnam Border just to listen to the stupid talk between the men. He was brought in because he was widely acknowledged in the close military circles as the best interrogator that Mother Russian had.

Whenever Mother Russia called for his services, he would be there gladly to serve. It was at his hands that many nations' best spies spilled their deepest, darkest state secrets before being disposed of, either in an unmarked grave, or being just another nameless prisoner in the Siberian Gulags. They kept him while on duty wherever the hottest military hot spots were. Whenever a person of extreme interest was captured, it was Alexander who would do his patriotic duty to the Great Struggle.

Peering over the various officers in the room at the young American Spy, he could tell that he would be having fun while he makes her talk. Alexander loved interrogating the women spies that would come his way. Never had he had the pleasure of interrogating an American female Spy. The fact that she was an American told him she would be easy to break after her futile resistance. They didn't have the spirit or the will of the Hungarian or Vietnamese freedom fighters. Those types of interrogations took days, sometimes months to break. This American Spy would be singing by the end of the night. 

As Alexander stood in the smoke filled room watching his subject from afar, he could not help noticing how much prettier she was compared to the others he interrogated. Her hair was somewhat straight, not like the dirty, nappy tangle of hair, and raven black. Its blackness was a lovely contrast to the creamy, porcelain-esque skin. All of these were factors that clearly led to her posting deep within the heart of the Soviet Union. Without a doubt, she had been in all probability sent to use her body and looks to obtain the information for her Handlers back at the American C.I.A. 

He stands in the corner of the room as the cigar smoke continues to fill the room. His eyes wander over the other Officers in the room as his fingers rub the leather handle of the black leather bag in his hands, a small sign of impatience. Still his demeanor is serene. The bag is somewhat heavy in Alexander's hands. He hated carrying it around with him to each interrogation, but then what good would a doctor be without his tools?

Soon the large, fat K.G.B. Officer motioned for some of the men to leave. Their presence was not necessary, and almost a security hazard, for the interrogation. In mere moments, one five men remain in the room. The Colonel nods to Alexander, giving him the signal to begin his interrogation of Codename Raven. Alexander bites down on his tongue to keep from smiling as he marches out of the room, his bag in one hand, a manila file folder in the other. 

The two guards standing by the Interrogation Room salute Alexander before opening the heavy metal door for him. Alli's head snaps up as she hears the door open and the tall, uniformed officer walks into the room. Her body becomes slightly aroused as she notices his eyes scanning over her naked and bound body. Alli doesn't know whether to be frightened or comforted by Alexander's warm, welcoming smile as he watches her body. Walking over to the wooden table at the far end of the room behind Alli, he carefully places his bag down and pulls the small wooden chair from the desk over to where Alli sits. 

Sitting in front of her, his face is expressionless as he stares into her eyes, seeing to his excitement the fear in her bright eyes. His hands slowly reach into the breast pocket of his jacket and pulls out a long, slender cigarette and lighter. Keeping his eyes fixated upon Alli, he slowly lights up and takes a long drag of the cigarette. After laying the manila file folder across his lap, his free hand reaches up to Alli's face, pushing her hair aside from her face before pulling out the gag from her mouth. 

Half sobbing in her chair, Alli moves her jaw around from being stretched from the gag. She hangs her head down slightly as he keeps his eyes trained on her as the embarrassment of being naked in his presence makes her feel slightly humiliated. Alexander takes another drag of the cigarette in his mouth before offering her a drag of the cigarette. Shaking slightly, Alli's head extends forward somewhat with her lips slightly parted to welcome the cigarette. Her nipples harden as she feels his rough, calloused fingers pressed slightly against her lips. The intoxicating nicotine soothes her senses somewhat before he pulls the cigarette back to his mouth. 

The two sit in silence for a few moments. Both keep their eyes trained on each other, sizing each other up in the tense silence. Alexander can't help to think to himself how much prettier she looked in person than from behind the grimy window. The fact that she was nude and helpless was just another plus to her looks. Alli too can't help but feel a slight attraction to the man sitting before her. 

His clean shaven, Slavic face, mixed with mysterious scars made her cunt tingle with attraction as she stares into his face. He was much more attractive than the fat, heavily bearded man that came in occasionally to give her the gruel of food. Soon, the mysterious Russian military officer before her speaks.

"I must say what an honor it is to meet the elusive Raven." Alexander says softly in a seamless English accent. "It is not every day you meet the little slut that is responsible for the deaths of many good Comrades."

Alli's lip slightly quivers with dread. They knew who she was. She tells herself to remain calm. Maybe she can deceive them until hopefully the Company can extract her. But buried in the back of her mind, she questions whether they would sacrifice anyone for her. It's that thought alone that stops her from being completely calm. 

"I-I don't know who you're talking about..." She tells him as she tries to avoid his brown eyes as they stare into her face. 

Sighing slightly with a hint of frustration, he casually flips open the folder with the word RAVEN printed in bold across the top in bold Cyrillic letters. His fingers flip through the papers and pictures until he finally came upon what he was looking for. Pulling out one of the papers, he waves it in front of Alli's face before reading it off to her in plain English so that she would perfectly understand.

"'The little cunt was a good fuck. Tightest fuck I've ever had. It was one of those nights when I couldn't sleep. It happens every so often. The Doctor says the Patriotic War disrupted my sleep clock or whatever it's called. Anyways, as I'm lying in bed, she starts muttering in her sleep. I don't know good English, but I know some English, like Cuba, C.I.A., Dulles, etcetera. That's what made me get up and poke around the room, finding a small microphone under the lampshade.'" He read to her. 

Putting the paper back in the folder, he continues his gaze upon her. "That was Comrade Kuzikov's statement. I'm sure you wouldn't remember, being the little whore you are. I'm sure you have been with numerous men." Dropping the cigarette, he stomps out the burning embers of the tobacco. "After following the tip, it was only a matter of time before we looked deeper into the case, finding out more and more about you, Alli." He put much emphasis on her name, wanting to drive home the fact that they knew who she was.

Adrenaline pumped through Alli as she finally realized there would be no escape. She sits in silence as she thinks of her options of what to do. Alli's head slowly rises to give her eyes a better view of the Russian. Her eyes narrow with resistance. "Fuck you..." She tells him softly, her voice cracked and soft. 

The corners of Alexander's lips curl into a smile. "Don't worry. You will be fucking me soon before you spill the secrets in your head. But first..." He tells her as he stands up with the folder in his hand, starting to make his way back behind her. "...I want to give you something to remember this experience."

Alli's head tries to turn back to see what he was doing to the rope binding her to the chair. Alexander's breathing becomes slightly heavy with anger at her remarks as he roughly unties the large, whiskery rope. Soon only the cold, tight metal handcuffs to Alli's ankles and wrists keep her restrained to the chair. Before long, Alexander comes back in front of Alli, holding the thick rope in his hands. He pulls the chair sitting in front of Alli closer to her before he sits down in it, keeping his eyes on her and her heaving chest.

He moves in closer to her, taking her left breast into his hand. Alli's hard rosy pink nipple presses into the palm of his hand as he firmly grasps it. She sits in silence as he works the rope around each breast, making a figure eight with the rope and her breasts. Her eyes tightly shut as the rope feels like it is dryly burning into her skin as he tugs it tightly with each pull. The soft, creamy white breasts soon look like large red balloons with the rope pulled tightly around her breasts when he tucks the end into the very tight rope. 

Like an artist admiring his art work, he gives an approving smile before getting up and going back behind her to the table. He comes back, but only for a moment to sit a low stool beside her. Fresh tears begin to well up in Alli's eyes as the rope feels as if it's burning through her skin with each subtle move she makes. Her intense, nerve racked state only becomes more intense as she hears his whistling from behind her. It's his casual, relaxed state that makes her feel frightened and on edge. Yet, it all contributes to her growing arousal. Alli's slick womanly folds become wetter with each passing second. She tries to hide it with her attempts to close her legs, but it was to no effect. 

Alexander returns soon, carrying two small cups along with a bottle of Vodka with him. Setting down one of the cups, containing something that sounded like metal, onto the stool, he takes the empty cup and pours himself a small drink. Gulping it down in one take, he places the cup down on the stool before pouring more of the hard Russian liquor into it. 

Dipping his fingers into the Vodka, he swirls the liquid around in the cup before taking his fingers out and rubbing them dry onto each of Alli's exposed and ballooned nipples. The rough, calloused fingers rub her nipples roughly, thoroughly coating each nipple in the alcohol. Alli bites her bottom lip from giving any audible sign of enjoying the surprisingly erotic moment for her. 

"Before I fuck each of your slut holes," Alexander says to Alli, finally looking up into her eyes with his dark brown eyes. "I think you should have a... what's the word... souvenir, of your stay with us." He shakes the cup in front of her face as the sound of clinging metal echoes through the room. Alexander shoves the cup between Alli's thighs roughly. A dirty smirk comes across his face as the back of his hand brushes up with her exposed and very aroused pussy. Pulling his hand away, the back is slick with her arousal.

Alli's eyes widen once Alexander reaches into the cup forced between her legs and pulls out a long metal spike, about two inches long. Immediately she knows what's coming as it shines in the light. Her eyes close tightly as she feels her left nipple being stretched and pulled between his fingers while the sharp metal spike presses gently into the tender flesh. Alli's breast is pulled against the almost sand paper texture of the rope, causing a double dose of pain. 

"So why don't you tell me what you know, and I may take it easy on your beautiful body..." He tells her in almost a whisper while rubbing the sharp tip of the stud against her stretched nipple. 

"I know you're a dick-less, sick son of a bitch. Does that help?" She quips back through clenched teeth.

Alexander laughs sadistically at her attempt to maintain some control. Without mercy, he slowly pushes the metal spike into her nipple, piercing the skin. Alli jumps as the metal slowly tears away at the tissue of her nipple, using every ounce of her pain tolerance to stop from crying out. He takes an agonizingly slow time forcing the stud through her skin. Stopping half way through her nipple, he pulls out the stud only to pinch and pull on the abused nipple. He wipes the blood on his finger off onto her breast, causing it to move slightly under the rough sandpaper-like rope.

Soon he turns his attention to the other nipple, doing the same routine as with the other nipple. This time, however, he pierces through in one single forceful push. Tears run down her face as she lets out a soft cry of pain. Alexander's head slightly turns upwards her face and smiles sadistically as he sees the pain etched in her face. 

Pulling the stud out, he turns attention to the nipple he first abused with the stud. With his free hand, he takes Alli's nipple between his thumb and fore finger and rub the half pierced, rosy nipple and forcibly rubs it between his rough fingers. He leans in closer to Alli as she's restrained in the chair. Passionately he kisses her, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Alli tries with all of his might to resist his kiss, but it soon dwindles away as his tongue massages hers. In the midst of the deep kissing, Alexander forces the metal stud into her nipple again, piercing her very sore and abused flesh. She screams softly into his mouth from the sudden, unexpected piercing. 

He pulls back from her slowly with her lower lip locked between his teach. Standing up in front of her, it's clear what is about to happen to Alli from the obvious growing bulge in his pants. His rough hands slap her hard against her face, snapping her back into reality from staring at the large cock in his pants. 

"You sure don't kiss like a fucking slut. Let's see if you scream like one..." He tells Alli as he reaches into his coat pocket for another cigarette. Taking a small puff, he looks over to the mirror and nods for the next step in making her talk. Within moments the large metal door opens loudly, it's creaking filling the room. A large uniformed Russian man walks into the room, carrying in his hands a very large metal box, with a remote and two wires coming from the top of it. Moving the small stool out of the way, the uniformed man places the metal box in its place.

Alli's eyes lock onto the box, never tearing her eyes away from it as Alexander gets up and walks back to the table behind her. Her mind races with fear of not knowing why or for what reason the box was there. Oddly enough, it's the same fear that is slowly arousing her body. Her abused, sore nipples harden at the unknown fear. 

Alexander comes back soon to his seat. The pocket of his jacket is noticeably sagging with something heavy weighing it down. His face is expressionless as he sits in front of her, puffing away on the cigarette in his mouth. Slowly his hand reaches down between Alli's creamy thighs, pulling out the cup and placing it to the side. 

"Some of my colleagues find what I'm going to do next, disturbing. Many refuse to do it. I however, find this a highly motivating way to get sluts like you to be cooperative..." He tells her coolly, and casually, as if this were an everyday thing for him. "For your own sake, I'm giving you a second chance. Tell me what you know, and I'll spare you this pain." 

Alli sits in the chair silent, as the tears begin to well again in her eyes. Softly, almost in a whisper, she speaks to him. "Go fuck yourself..."

She jumps suddenly as she feels his large, rough, hand dive between her thighs, toying with her drenched cunt and clit. Cruelly his fingers work their way into her tight, wet hole. Alli's eyes shut tightly as she tries with all of her will to stop from crying out in pleasure from his intimate touch and rubbing. Alexander notices her fighting of the pleasure building within her body. His rhythmic rubbing and pumping increase steadily as he crudely lubricates her cunt with her own arousal juices. Alli's mind tears itself apart as he pleasures her cunt with his fingers, battling the question of whether to give into his pleasure or not. 

Her mind is made up by Alexander as he slowly pulls his fingers out with slight squishing sounds. With force, he shoves his fingers into Alli's mouth to clean them of her wetness. It takes all of her might to stop herself from hungrily lapping up her own arousal from his fingers as he shoves them into her mouth and wipe them onto her tongue. The slight taste only makes her want more and more of his pleasure, even if it is from the man that has been her torturer.

All of the thinking distracts Alli from noticing what Alexander was doing until she felt it. Peering down her body, she saw his hand reaching between her thighs and slowly inserts a clear dildo into her cunt. It would have felt good, had she not noticed the wires from the large metal box attached to the base of the toy. 

"Wh-wh-what are you doing?" She asks him as he pushes the toy in to the base of the toy. Her voice is cracked with fear and dread as she watches him.

"I'm just trying to get you to cooperate. Now, I won't lie; this is really going to hurt." Alexander tells her as he plays with the knob on the remote slightly.

Immediately Alli jumps as the feeling of the electricity shocks her cunt. Writhing in her chair, she lets out a slight scream of pain. Alexander turns the knob back to zero as she slowly calms down from the unexpected shock. Blowing smoke into her face as she sobs from the cruel treatment, he shows no remorse, no sympathy for the woman trying to bring his country down. 

"That was just a little taste..." Alexander says to Alli before snubbing the cigarette between her thighs on the seat. "Maybe now you'll be a little more friendly and cooperative? It's not like you'll ever go home. I can keep you here all I want. If your fascist friends ask about you and start looking, there are plenty of dead hookers that I could give them and pass them off as you. They're looking for a slut with black hair, so it's not hard to replicate... So tell me what I want to know, and I won't have to give you another shock treatment. I'd hate to destroy that tight hole before I got a chance to fuck it."


Back in the U.S.S.R. Ch. 02



Author's Note: I highly recommend reading part one before starting this. Yeah, it's a pain sometimes. 


Alli's breathing deepens as she watches the monster sitting before her. He could torture her all he wanted, but he finally struck a nerve, the only thing that would make her talk. Realizing defeat, a tear runs down her cheek as she must do what she has been avoiding all this time. Slowly she looks at him, trying to calm down from the rage and the desire to kill him, and asks him softly and dejectedly "What do you want to know?"

Sitting back in his chair, Alexander smiles at Alli and the sadness etched on her face. For the first time in his entire career of interrogating the scum that sought to bring down the Soviet Union and its allies, he thought he would not break the little bitch sitting in front of him. She had the spirit, the tough will that was difficult to find in, what he liked to call, Paycheck Spies. It was something he admired about her.

Casually looking at Alli as she sits in her defeated state, he softly talks to her. "Comrade Kuzikov, in his statement, informed us that you seemed to talk about Cuba a great deal in your sleep... What would the CIA Moscow Station's best spy know about a small island so far away?"

Hesitating for a few moments, she finally speaks. "I-I was told to find out if you and your KGB friends had an idea of Operation Zapata."

Alexander leans in closer to Alli as her head lowers in shame. His hands reach up to brush the hair out of her face, along with the tears running down her rosy cheeks. "What is this Operation Zapata? Tell Daddy what you know..."

Cringing at his words, she finally begins to talk. Hours pass by as she slowly tells all that she knows about the U.S. invasion of the small island of Cuba. Behind the glass two way mirror, frantic calls were being placed to the upper echelons of the Soviet Intelligence Hierarchy by some of the men. Half of the men were standing behind the mirrors, the smiles of watching the young American girl being humiliated now replaced by looks of horror, listening intently to what the little bitch had to say. Hours later, Alli turns silent, full of shame of betraying so many people whom trusted her with their lives. The room goes dead silent as Alexander sits and watches with a stoic face Alli. Slowly he turns to the mirror, nodding to it to signal the guards come in to release her from the cuffs.

The loud creaking of the door does not stir Alli from her shame-filled trance as she stares down towards the ground. Even as the men roughly grab her arms and ankles while they unbind her, she does not move, does not show any sign of resistance. Once the two men step aside, her hands slowly come up to cup her tear ridden face as she sobs softly into them.

Slowly rising from his seat, Alexander motions to one of the men to walk over to the table and bring him his long jacket. Carefully he raises Alli up from the seat, not wanting to cause her more harm now. Unexpectedly, she slowly collapses into his chest, sobbing into the man who threatened her in order to betray her country. Not knowing what to do in this situation, his hands slowly grab the jacket and cautiously puts it over her as he hold her close to him, slowly rubbing his hand against his back.

Alexander slowly leads Alli out of the interrogation room with her under his arm. In a strange sense, he felt sorry for her. She risked great harm to herself for her country, only to break when the one person she cared about was brought up. It was a feeling and trait that he himself shared with her, in that he would sacrifice his own body as she did for the one thing that he was a firm believer in, even if they both believed in two opposing philosophies of life.

Alli's sobs are the only sounds echoing through the halls, dimly light by hanging industrial lamps. Every step of the way, he was with her until finally reaching the large black door at the end of the hall. The two guards step in front of the Interrogator and the Interrogated to open the door to Alli's new home. 

The cell was the largest of the cells at the detention facility, although it was virtually empty. Only a bed, small stool, and a bucket for a toilet stood in the room. The window was the only means of seeing out into the world, even if it was a small rectangular opening. Not even the slimmest of people could fit between the concrete, even if they could get through the thick glass. The entire room gave all who entered it a sense of cold, depressing darkness, as if this were the last place you would be before dying.

Alexander carefully walks Alli to the bed tucked away into the corner of the room. Before she can lie down, he quickly pulls back the blanket as a caring parent would do for a sick child. In the back of his head, Alexander knows that what he is doing is wrong, and that his superiors will undoubtedly question him as to why he has shown so much sympathy, but to him, he could not help it. They couldn't argue the results of his brutal techniques. Besides, the colonels knew chastising and attempting to punish him would be pointless. No one would dare complain to the Boss about his favorite interrogator. 

As he walks out of the room, he turns to the two tall guards now flanking the occupied cell. "No one is to enter this room without my permission, understand?" Alexander informs them in his rapid Russian voice. Before the two men can reply, he turns back down the hall to gather his bag of tools.

Weeks pass by as Alli remains in her solitary confinement. The only time she is taken out of her cell is to be hosed down daily while her toilet bucket was being emptied and cleaned. At nights, she would lie in bed, as the tears roll down her cheeks, wondering what will happen to her when she becomes the useless spy to them. Silently she dreaded the sounds of the footsteps outside her cell whenever they sounded. There was no telling whether or not they were coming for her, and if they were, for what? Alli is startled the day the two men outside her door storm her room, forcibly grabbing her by the arms. Fearing the worst, she fights and struggles in their grasp, as she quite literally thinks her life is on the line. Instead of taking her out of the prison, they drag her back into the interrogation room.

Sitting at the wooden table now placed in the middle of the room is Alexander, lightly puffing a cigar as he reads the newspaper. The cigar smoke creates a soft haze under the bright light as he pays little attention to her. Slowly Alli's pussy quivers with the mere sight of him, sitting in front of her. It seemed to always quiver and spasm when her mind thought back to their first meeting in this very room. Soon her thoughts are jolted back to reality as the two men pull and push her into a seat. Paying no heed to her comfort, the two guards roughly push her into the seat opposite Alexander in front of the table. She lets out soft grunts of pain and discomfort as the two men chain her to the seat, first her wrists, then her ankles. As soon as they step away, she jerks her arms and legs in attempt to test their strength, but to no avail. She was going to have to suffer through another torturous interrogation for God knows what information.

Briefly Alexander peers out from behind the paper as she's being strapped into the chair, smiling to himself at her helplessness, yet conflicted with a small ounce of sympathy for her. In the end, it was his Patriotism that prevailed over his emotions as he prepares to once again test her Patriotism. Flipping back to his paper, he once again begins the cold, silent, ignoring of her presence.

As Alli sits bound to the chair, her mind is like a flood of different emotions as she sits in the room where the real nightmare began. Keeping her head down, she can't stand to look at the man who has dominated her thoughts during her time locked away in the cell. It was at his hands that she suffered pain unimaginable until then, yet at the same time a caring affection from him. It's been racking her mind, making her wonder about her mysterious Russian interrogator.

"You know, I believe I forgot my manners the first time we met. I seem to think that I never truly introduced myself to you." He tells her as he folds the paper up before placing it under his bent elbows on the table. "You can call me Alexander, and I am your only friend now. You live only as long as I say you live. The only reason the men, who by the way have been arguing who gets the right to fuck you first when you've become useless to me, have not come for your tight and pleasing holes, is because of me. Understand?"

Alli does nothing to acknowledge her captors words. She sits in silence, keeping her eyes fixated on a small spot on the wooden table. 

"I never liked this New York Times newspaper. Can never read it with the small print." Alexander says, talking as if to no one as he slides across the front page of the paper to Alli. On the cover of the paper sits graphic pictures of dead men, littering the beaches in front of a jungle-like tree line. Alli's eyes shut tightly after seeing the result of her betrayal to the people that entrusted their lives in her. A soft tear rolls down her cheek as she thinks of the people who died, all because of her. Alexander can't help but notice the emotion on her face, and attacks it. "And to think, it all happened because of you..."

She remains silent at his attempts to toy with her head and emotions, trying with all her might to ignore the urge to breakdown once again. In the back of her mind, she knows that it's exactly what he wants out of her right now. The movement of his hand as he takes the cigar to the ashtray makes her on edge as she watches his every move for any sign of more abuse to come her way.

"You know who's behind that glass over there?" He asks Alli as he leans in closer over the table towards her. The very top brass in our Military and KGB services. They wanted to see for themselves the little American slut that helped the Great Cause so much in defeating your very own countrymen's schemes in Cuba."

Alli's head slowly rises up in the direction of the large two-way mirror comprising the whole wall. Her eyes narrow in, as if she were trying to peer into the window. After a few brief moments of staring into the mirror, Alli launches a large loogie of spit towards the window to show her respect for the Soviet military leaders.

Smiling to himself in his chair as he watches her feeble attempts at resistance of her situation, Alexander lets out a soft chuckle to himself. It seems as if he's going to have to bring her back to reality once again today. Slowly his hand reaches into the inside pocket of his coat, extracting a small notepad and pen. Flipping it open, he lets the pad drop to the table.

"Being a major part of the Central Intelligence Moscow Station, I'm sure you have such an extensive knowledge of the underground movement against the Soviet Union in Moscow." Alexander begins to tell her. He tries to suppress the smile on his face as he can see the fear and dread etched into her soft face. She already knows what he's after today. "Give me the whereabouts of Christoffel, and I'll let you go back to your cell in peace."

Alli's stomach turned over, her worst fears confirmed. Now, instead of wanting the plans of the Company, they wanted the one man she loved. They wanted her Russian prince. It had started years not long after her arrival in Moscow when she was asked to meet and talk to the unofficial ringleader of the secret underground group fighting the evils of socialism. Instantly they connected with each other, sneaking off during the day or at night, meeting somewhere where they wouldn't be easily caught. He was the one man in her love life that she loved. Now the pure manifestation of the thing they have been fighting is sitting right in front of her, wanting the name of the man who truly ruled her heart.

Having no other choice, she stares into his face and lies through her teeth, all to protect her secret lover. "I don't know a Christoffel. There is no Christoffel..."

Alexander smiles at her bold face lie. 'So, she wants to play the hard way...' he thinks to himself silently. 'More fun for me then...'

"Don't give me that bullshit. You know exactly who I'm talking about. Your face told me that, especially the twinkle in your eye when you mentioned his name. Tell me, did he fuck you like I did?" Alexander tells her, toying with her emotions.

Her eyes illuminate with anger as she spits into his face, gathering all the saliva she could muster to launch at his smiling face. Wiping the spit off of his face, Alexander's anger skyrockets to new heights. In the back of his mind, the little monster called Jealousy had awakened slowly at the thought of her affection and desire for another man. Angrily he barks orders to the two men standing behind Alli in rapid Russian. As the two men remove the locks from the chair, they keep a firm hold on her as Alexander pushes the table aside to the wall with brute force.

"You've been a bad girl, Alli." He tells her as he starts to unbutton his jacket. Nodding to the two guards, they pull her to the center of the room. The larger of the two men roughly grabs her arms while the other bends down towards her ankles. In no time she's chained to the floors and the tight chain hanging from the ceiling. Alexander yells to one of the guards for something as the larger man quickly exits the room. "You know what happens to bad little girls, Alli?" His voice mixed with a cool anger as he asks her.

At his words the guard who had left now re-entered the room, holding in his hand a good sized bamboo stick, at least three feet long with rounded ends. Walking in front of her, Alexander roughly pulls the stick out of the guards hand before yelling at them both to leave unless they wanted some too. As soon as the door to the room shuts tightly, Alexander crashes the bamboo stick hard as if it were a whip against Alli's leg.

"Gah!" Alli screams out as the force of it reverberates through her soft skin. Slowly the blood rushes to the area where he hit her on the leg, making it seemingly blood red.

"Where is he?" Alexander asks her once again, this time getting right in front of her face. Her breathing steadily increases with him being so near her. Coyly she tries to keep her legs tightly shut as humanly possible. If he saw how aroused her cunt was, he'd surely use it to his advantage in beating and humiliating her.

Alli's lock into his dark eyes as she remains silent, seeing the anger and jealousy burn within them. His hand reaches up to her face, roughly and forcibly grasping the bottom of her head within his grasp. "I asked you a fucking question. Where the fuck is he?" Alexander asks her as the frustration builds. When she says nothing again, keeping his hand locked onto her cheeks and neck, his other hand again smacks her with the bamboo rod. His grip loosens as he pushes her head away, walking around her body as if he were inspecting a piece of meat.

She jumps suddenly at the unexpected feeling of the stick being rubbed between her legs, just under her ass. Slowly Alexander pushes the stick deeper between the tight crevasse of her legs. It doesn't take long for it to start to push and rub against her aroused cunt, digging its way deeper into her cunt lips. Alli fights the urge with every ounce of will power to stop out from showing audible signs of enjoyment from his treatment. His thrusts of the stick continue more rapidly as he pushes her legs open wider with it. In her pleasure induced state, Alli loses her resistance in her legs as she gives in to the rubbings of his stick, going as far as softly grinding on it as he continues to drive it into her cunt lips.

But all of that changes in a matter of seconds. Seeing Alli enjoy the sensual rubbings of the rod pressed against her sex, Alexander lowers the rod temporarily before snapping it back up into her cunt as if it were a whip. Alli lets out a sharp intake of breath at the intense pain caused by him as her legs shut tightly in the fear of it happening again.

"Open them." He tells her sternly as he pulls out the rod to inspect the wetness from her cunt on the tip of the rod.

"No..." Alli replies to him through clenched teeth as the pain finally starts to subside.

Dropping the bamboo to the floor, he walks quickly around to face her once again. His hand reaches to her face and smacks her hard against her cheek. Alli's face is pushed to the side from the brutal force of her interrogator's hand. Still, she turns her face back slowly to him, her eyes locked into the dark pupils of his. "No..."

Alexander turns to his guards standing off in the corner of the room, watching the master at work. Yelling orders at them in rapid Russian, they exit quickly from the room. Alli can't help but wonder with a dreadful fear about what possibly could be happening next.

"If you don't want to open them," he tells her as his hand digs into her tight thighs, "then I will do it for you."

"I'd like to see you try, you bastard." Alli tells him defiantly, her teeth clenched as she clings to the last bit of fight still left in her.

Immediately the men quickly re-enter the room carrying a metal rod in one of their hands, with ankle locks on each end, while the other carries a box, no bigger than a standard shoe box, putting it down onto the table that was so hastily pushed aside. Without being told to do, as if they knew what was expected of them, they march over to Alli and, after unlocking her ankles that were chained to the floor, chain her to the leg spreader which in turn is chained to the floor's chain.

"I told you I would open them for you." Alexander tells her as the men move away back to their dark corner of the room. His hand violently slams up to Alli's cunt, cupping it in his rough hand in her helpless, defenseless state. Slowly his hand rubs against her very aroused clit as her warm juices begin to pool in the palm of his hand. Putting his head close to her ear and neck, Alexander whispers close into her ear, his warm breath tingling her senses and making the hairs all over her body stand on end. "This is my cunt from now on. No more pathetic dissident scum gets to play with this. It's all mine until you're useless to me." Pulling his hand back away from her cunt, he violently smacks it back against her sensitive sex as the wet slapping sound fills the room. "Where is Christoffel? Tell me, my little whore."

Alli's soft moans of pleasure from the feeling of his rough hand pressed against her sex turns into moans of discomfort as she feels it smacked against her very sensitive and very aroused cunt. "He-he moves around. I-I don't know where he would be..." She lies to Alexander, not wanting his caresses to end against her pussy.

"Lies!" He yells at her into her ear before bringing another stinging slap to her cunt. Alli's body shakes visibly from the stinging sensation on her clit as it ripples through her body. "Of all people, I think the little slut he's fucking would know where he is. Tell me before things get more painful for you and your little body."

Adding more emphasis to his threat, he slaps her cunt repeatedly with brute force. The white hot stinging makes Alli cry out in pain as his rough hand abuses her cunt. Gripping the chains attached to the locks around her wrists, she remains silent as possible, not wanting to give into his threats and torture.

Giving her one last longing rub of his finger, Alexander storms off to the table. Staying for only a split second, he returns to Alli, carrying the black box. Its contents moves around and shuffles within the box, telling her that there are multiple little solid things in it. One of the guards quickly walks over to Alexander, putting one of the chairs down beside Alli as Alexander places the box onto the seat. Bending over slightly, his fingers manipulate the box of the top, taking it off and tossing it to the side as if it were nothing.




Back in the U.S.S.R. Ch. 02



The angle of her body prevents Alli from seeing the box's contents, denying her the time to prepare herself mentally for whatever is coming her way. His soft chuckles, mixed with the sound of rummaging, only increases the fear laced dread coursing through her veins as she remains bound in chains to the spot, yet oddly her arousal steadily climbs from not knowing what . Her grip tightens somewhat as her interrogator finally rises, holding in his hand a seemingly ordinary single clothes pin.

"These are a new creation of mine." He tells her, opening the trap so she can perfectly see the modifications. "Tell me how they are, yes?"

Alli's body shakes with pure dread as she sees that these are no ordinary clothes pin. The pinchers of the pin shine dimly in the light as she eyes the small sharp metal teeth attached to the inside of the clasping part of the pin.

Slowly he lowers his hand with the pin to her breast, toying with her head as he gently rubs the demonic clothes pin against her flesh. Her breathing steadily increasing, it reaches new heights as she feels the opening of the pin against her areolas.

Keeping a stern face, Alexander closes the metallic-toothed clothes pin to the soft pink flesh that is her nipple. He slowly lets go of the pin, letting its own weight dig and tug into her skin. Smiling as he sees her face wincing in pain, he speaks softly.

"We're going to play a game, my little whore." He tells her, putting emphasis on the word mine. "It's very simple. I'm going to ask you a question, and every time you lie to me, you get another one of my little creations."

Finally her rage gets the best of her emotions once again. Faced with even more pain, she spits into his face. The warm saliva slowly runs down his cheek as Alexander stands there, his rage at its boiling point. Wiping the spit onto the back of his hand, he quickly teaches Alli a lesson in manners with a firm backhanded slap to her cheeks. In her daze from the forceful slap, Alli is caught off guard by the sharp pain on her scalp as Alexander pulls her hair back, so that it rests tightly on his shoulder. 

"Such a pretty neck..." He tells her as he slightly tugs on her hair, surveying her exposed throat. "Spit on my face again and I'll make sure it's bloody red from slitting it. Understand?"

"Yes..." She tells him as the pain is almost too much for her to handle.

"Yes what?" He asks, tugging with more force onto her scalp.

"Yes, Sir." She tells him, her legs trying to close as tightly as they can to mask the clear arousal between her thighs.

Letting go of her hair, Alexander's hand crashes down on her ass hard, the loud slapping sound echoing through the room. "Good girl... You're all mine. I might have to teach you how a real Russian fucks very soon. Just like the last time I wanted information from you." He tells her, pressing his bulging cock through his pants against the soft crack of her ass. "No more dissident scum for you."

Alli's mind is torn as she feels the bulge of his cock pressed against her ass. Part of her feels disgusted, feeling the cock of the man who spent so many hours torturing her body for information. This is the part of her that wanted nothing more than to rip his cock off. 

Yet, there was another part of her. The feeling of him so close to her, feeling his touch on her body and sensitive areas, only arouses her even more than she ever felt with any man. In a sense, she felt an appreciation towards him, and sometimes vice-versa. If what he said was true, that he was the only person keeping her alive and away from the nightly gang bangs from the horny, rugged soldiers, she oddly felt eternally grateful towards him.

Walking around towards her front, his hand dips into the box, grabbing one of the clothes pins. Slowly he toys with it in his hand, keeping his eyes trained upon hers. His cock grows painfully harder as he sees the lust and want in her dark, fiery eyes. In almost a flash, he steps closer to her, snapping the clip to her other, free nipple.

Alli's face winces as she feels the metal teeth digging into her nipple, still somewhat bruised from her last experience with Alexander. Trying with all of her might, she holds back the tears and cries of pain as he further flicks at the clothes pin biting into her. His grip on the pins slowly turns them, twisting her nipple clamped to the pin.

"Please, Alexander..." She moans out in a soft whisper, begging for some kind of relief from his torturous ways. He places his hand on her face as his thumb presses against her soft, plush lips. "Yeah? Think you've had enough?" He asks her, steadily increasing his grip on her face and head.

"I'll do anything..." Alli tells him in a soft, seductive voice, in the hopes of persuading him to fuck her instead of being further tortured and abused for information. Slowly her lips open to accept his thumb into her wet and hot mouth. The soft velvety tongue sensually swirls around the tip of his thumb as it makes its way around his finger. Her eyes intently lock on to his as she slowly massages his finger with her mouth, to further cement the signal that she wanted him.

The corners of Alexander's lips slowly curl into a soft smile, seeing how eager she was to please him to avoid even more punishment. His thumb slowly plays with her swirling tongue, massaging and rubbing the soft muscle. Looking over his shoulders, he yells in Russian for the guards to release her wrists. Alexander slowly pulls his thumb out of her mouth with a soft pop as he moves out of the way for his henchmen.

Alli's breathing steadily increases as the two men press beside her, their large masculine hands firmly gripping each of her wrists while unlocking the locks to the chain hanging from the ceiling. Off to the side, Alexander stands with his back to her, slipping off the large rings and jacket onto the chair that was once occupied by the box of his clothes pins. As the two men move away from Alli, making their way back to their spot off to the corner of the room, Alexander looks over his shoulder towards Alli as she slowly massages her wrists from the tight chains, her legs still separated by the metal bar chained to her ankles.

The sound of the table being moved against the hard cement floor startles Alli as Alexander pulls the table away from the wall. Angling it in front of Alli, he roughly with force pushes the table into Alli, causing her to fall forward onto the table. After letting out slight groans of discomfort, Alli slowly tries to raise herself up, only to be forced down onto the table by the rough hand of Alexander on her small neck. 

"No." He tells her firmly, his voice strong. "I told you you're all mine. I didn't say you could stand straight, did I?"

Her face planted firmly to the table by his hand, Alli remains silent and motionless at his words. As the milliseconds speed away, the fear laced excitement fills every part of her body. Alexander's slow digging of his nails into the back of her neck only makes her even more-so. In the back of her mind, she knows that it won't be long before he has his way with her body, and instead of being disgusted, she is more excited than ever before.

With his hand clasped around the back of her small neck, Alexander slowly around to Alli's exposed bottom, sticking out as if being presented to him. His other hand slowly reaches down between his throbbing cock through his pants and the soft flesh of Alli. Slowly his large fingers work their way into her wet pink womanly folds, teasing and playing with her as the moisture builds on his fingers.

"I know you want this. Your wet cunt is practically begging for it. I want to hear you beg for it." He tells her, his rubbing steadily increasing between her labia lips. "Say it or I'll pin your cunt open."

Torn between fear and actual wanton hunger for him, she gives into his demands with ease. "Please Sir... Please fuck me..."

"That's more like it. I'll teach you how to beg like the little slut you want to be soon." He tells her over the audible sound of his fingers unzipping the zipper of his pants. "But now, I want to fuck my cunt." 

Softly Alli coos as she feels the heat of Alexander's throbbing cock tip pressed against her opening. His rough, hard fingernails slightly dig into the skin of her neck as he rubs his cock between her labia lips, slowly making his cock wet with her arousal. Inch by inch, his cock begins to sink into Alli, making her feel Alexander as he slowly stuffs her tight sex.

The slick juices of arousal that drench her cunt make it easy for him to slide in to her slowly. A small smirk comes across his face, truly feeling the effect that he has on the little Capitalist in his grasp. Her silken walls of her soaked cunt grip themselves around his fat cock head like a fist, almost pulling him in tighter to her with each small push of his hips into her.

Alli's small hands slowly grip the end of the table as she finally feels Alexander's cock tip pressing crudely against her cervix. With his balls pressed against her stuff opening, Alexander slowly pulls his cock out, only to thrust back into her as he enjoys the tight gripping around his cock. Each thrust slowly intensifies, soon becoming harder and more rapid with each thrust. The slight spasming of her cunt wrapped around him only makes him even hungrier with lust as he quickens his pace into her cunt, his hand leaving the back of her neck to firmly grip her tight hips.

His thrusts become more urgent as he pounds away at her tightly stretched and invaded cunt. The lustful grunts and moans fill the room, accompanied by the soft slapping of the Russian's balls against the little American's cunt. Alli's eyes slowly roll back into the back of her head as the pleasure builds within her body as each second of his hard pounding brings her closer and closer to orgasm.

The tight coiling of her velvety cunt around his cock tells him she's close. Gripping her hips even tighter, his hips gyrate and grind into her body. "Fucking cum now." He orders her in a lustful whisper, giving his cock one long final stroke into her as the head of his dick presses hard into her cervix. Unable to hold it off any longer, her body stills for an instant before her inner walls collapse around him in the first pulsations of her orgasm, spasms rocking her body in waves as her orgasm courses through her. Speechless for once, she writhes and arches, shoving her hips against his as she tries to prolong the sensations of her orgasm, the vibrations of her sweet pussy milking his dick.

Alexander's long thrusts slowly slow as she enjoys the orgasmic rush coursing through her body. As soon as her body calms from her orgasm, he becomes more rough with her again. Ripping is cock out from the tightened and sensitive cunt, Alexander pulls her from the table, only to force her to her knees in front of him. With her face directly facing his dick, glistening with her cum. "You know what to do you little American slut." He tells her in more of a groan than anything, his hand finding the back of her head to push her into him.

Extremely sedated after her mind blowing orgasm, she doesn't struggle when he forces her onto her knees. Instead she lowers her mouth, lips pressing a kiss to the tip of his slick cock, tongue snaking out to lave over the head, tasting herself on him. The head pushing through her pretty pink lips, she accepts him in the warm haven of her mouth, tightly wrapping her lips around him. Suckling tightly, Alli looks up at him as her mouth descends, lips stretching around his shaft, inch by inch.

His breathing becomes more audible as he feels her heavenly mouth slip down his cock. He looks down, their eyes locked. Slowly he nods his approval before throwing his head back, enjoying her oral skills.

Gagging softly around him as her lips near the base of his shaft, she advances further, the head sliding further down the tight, hot depths of her throat. Nose pressed to his pelvis as her lips finally reached the base, she pauses before coming back up to swallow, the tight pulls of her throat clasping around his shaft, the suction relentless. Alexander's massive, gruff hands reach down and pull her head closer to his body. Her nose brushes up, and is tickled by the light hair growing. He knows he's close to cumming, his hands become more forceful with her, wanting to cum from her mouth.

Cheeks hollowing from the firm suckles of her mouth and throat, the mere suction along coaxes him further down her velvety throat. Her tongue finding the underside of his shaft, she laps up the length of his dick, slurping around him while her tongue tasted and cleaned off his cock in long strokes of her tongue. She is caught off guard by the sudden forcefulness of him as he pulls her head back with her hair. He stares directly into her eyes, and challenges her. "Make me cum, now you Capitalist Cunt or I'm going to let my two friends over there fuck your insides out."

Staring up at him with a wide-eyed subservient stare, Alli nods slowly her understanding, her mouth stuffed with his dick. Instead of continuing the tight suctions of her mouth, she lowers her attention to his ball sack. Her small hands grasp his dick, slowly jerking him while her tongue escapes her lips, tracing small circles over his sensitive balls. His grunts of approval with the tight throbbing of his dick tell Alli that he's close to spilling his seed over her. With a slight popping sound, Alli pulls her head away from his ball sack, returning her attention to his long dick, her plush lips suckling against the very sensitive tip.

Audible grunts escape his lips as he feels his balls churning towards orgasm. With force, he shoves his cock back into her mouth, making her take all that she could, his saliva coated balls pressed against her chin as her face is pressed against his body. Soft gagging send vibrations through his cock. Soon he shoots his white, hot load into her mouth sporadically, coating it with his cum. Gagging and choking around his cock as he forces her down all at once, her mouth flooded with his cum. Savoring the first taste, she tastes his salty goodness before swallowing him down eagerly. Gulp after gulp she took his cum, eyes locked on his as she swallowed every last drop he had to offer her.

Slowly, he pulls his sensitive cock out of her mouth as she sucks out every last drop of his delicious cum. "You liked that, didn't you, you dirty little slut." He says to her, smacking her in the face with his still hard, yet deflating cock. Tongue running over her swollen lips to lick up the last of his cum, she emitted a soft groan when he cock slapped her. "Yes Sir..." She tells him. The admission only lets the shame sink in even more, that she had been pleased and had pleasured the man who has caused her so much physical pain.

Alexander quietly talks in Russian to the two henchmen standing in the corner, having watched the entire scene.

Quickly they walk over to Alli, grabbing her by the arms and forcing her into a chair. As Alexander slowly puts back on his clothes, he smiles at her as one man handcuffs her to the chair while the other places another chair facing her. Finally being dressed, Alexander returns his attention to getting the information from his little captive as he sits back down into the chair facing her.

"I think I've been very nice to you so far." He tells her as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out the pad and pen. "I think it is time for you to be nice to me and give me what I want."

Sitting in her chair, Alli's eyes shut tightly. "I told you, I don't know where he is."

Letting out a sigh of frustration, Alexander motions for the one of the men to bring him his jacket. "I hate doing this. I really do. It would be much easier to beat it out of you." He tells her as he takes the jacket from one of the men. "But you just don't want to give in."

Trembling with dread, Alli watches as Alexander pulls out a small box out of the pocket of his jacket. His hand opens the box away from her so that only he can see its contents. After a brief admiring stare, Alexander turns the box in his hand to her.

"No!" She cries out, writhing in her restraints after seeing the small gold necklace with a heart shaped charm sitting in the middle of the chain. Dread and fear fills her rapidly upon seeing the necklace she gave her sister before leaving for her post in the Soviet Union. "You bastard! Where is she?!?"

"Safe at your parents house as usual." He whispers to her, leaning in closer to her face as he places the pen into her hand. "You choose which one you get to have a little reunion with: Christoffel or your little sister. If I can't get you to talk, maybe she can be more persuasive." 

Eyes shutting tightly as tears slowly begin to fall down her face, she gives a slight nod of understanding as Alexander places the pad under the pen. Letting out a sigh of misery, her hand slowly moves across the pad, putting down the address he would be sure to be at. Her hand drops the pen as the crying becomes more audible. Putting the pad back in his pocket, he takes the necklace and places it around her neck.

"Take her back to her cell. She's had enough today." He tell the men as he stares into the two way mirror while the men immediately begin to uncuff and handle the young woman.



Back in the U.S.S.R. Ch. 03



Author's note: I know many would not consider this BDSM, but I do. It's his will and power over her, his control, that made me continue to classify this as BDSM. Unlike most the others in this series, this one is decidedly more plot based than the others, so that the fourth and final(?) part will be reasonably long instead of multiple and multiple pages. I highly recommend reading the others first before continuing with this. Hope you enjoy!

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Days pass by since Alli chose to save her dear and close sister from the hands of her Russian Interrogator instead of keeping the location of her lover safe from the Communist Regime searching out any dissidents in the Moscow Underground. The days spent in her cell, isolated, are her small comforts from his brutal, yet twistedly affectionate hands. Apart from being dragged out of bed to be cleaned and occasionally going to the door to grab the bread and water when her hunger pains became unavoidable, Alli never left the bed of her prison cell, curling up into a ball under the blanket and sobbing softly until her interrogator would be calling upon her again.

The sound of footsteps outside the cell door jolts Alli out of her depressed state. Out of terror, she retreats into the far corner of the bed, grasping the blankets as if they were going to save her from the hell that awaits her. Making a loud, creaking sound, the door slowly opens, revealing two of the Russian men whispering among themselves. Finally noticing the door has opened all the way, the larger, more rugged looking of the two stops midsentence, only to slowly walk into the room, followed by another Russian soldier. Slowly they make their way to her bed, one stopping at the foot of the bed, the other walking closer to the head of the bed all the while another Russian soldier stood at the door way, a nervous look taking up his face.

Without warning, the man at the foot of the bed reaches forward to rip away the blanket clutched in Alli's weak grip. Trying to cover herself the best she can, the other men laugh at her, exchanging snide comments about her as the move closer into her, as if they were the cat and she the mouse, trapped in the corner of the room with nowhere to go. Their hands roughly grab her as they pull away her limbs covering her nakedness. 

Alli's screams and pleas for help reverberate through the empty prison cell as the men begin to toy with her body. Rough fingers find her pussy as they spread her labia and begin to finger fuck her. She tries yet again to scream, only to find a rag shoved into her unwilling mouth to silence her. Laughing to themselves, the two Russian men slowly begin to unfasten their pants, letting them drop to the floor to reveal their hardening cocks. Suddenly they stop themselves upon hearing the hurried and frantic whispers of the Lookout. 

Anxiously the men try to put their pants back on, attempting to wipe away any trace that they were there, but they were too late. Alexander angrily storms into the room as the men clasp back on their belts. In his fury, Alexander fist comes crashing down upon the rugged looking soldier. The force of the blow knocks him down only for a second before rising back up and standing at attention, as if nothing happened. Alexander yells in an irate tone of Russian as the rugged looking soldier remains silent, occasionally nodding his understanding. 

Alexander's dark eyes occasionally glance down at Alli, seeing the horror in her eyes. Soon he orders the men out of the room, not looking at them as they give Alli malicious stares behind his back. Gradually Alexander walks over to Alli's bed, sitting beside her casually.

"Please forgive me for the actions of my men." He tells her as he slowly places his hand on her back. "They have been away from their home for a long time, and do not know better. It will never happen again."

Sniffling from the tears, Alli's lips remains silent at his attempts of comforting and consoling her. In her mind, there are so many things she wants to say to her Sadistic Protector, some good some bad. Part of her wants to thank him for his protection, yet the other part of her mind screams at her for wanting to be thankful to her interrogator, her torturer.

"Thanks..." She finally says after a few moments silence. Her eyes shut tightly as she can feel his intent stare upon her. The hairs on Alli's back stand on end as his hand slowly rubs the small of her back in an almost affectionate way that only adds further to the twisted and conflicted image of him in her mind. 

"They will be severely dealt with, I assure you." He tells her softly as his rough hand continues its rhythmic rubbing. "I will look into the matter personally."

Before Alli's mind can argue over what to say next, Alexander slowly leans forward to Alli's ear. "Like I told you before, you're all mine." He whispers in a soft tone before letting his tongue escape his lips, lightly probing her ear lobe with it. Alli's eyes close tighter than before as does her legs, trying to mask the slight scent of her arousal. Letting out a soft chuckle, Alexander quickly rises from the bed as he turns towards the door. "I will be back tonight. We have things to discuss after I'm finished with some... disciplinary actions." He says while pausing within the doorway. 

The door slams shut moments later. From outside the small cell, Alli can hear the loud Russian yelling of Alexander at the soldiers softly through the walls. Reaching for her blanket, Alli slowly lays back down onto her bed, curled up as she listens to her protector.

Lying in her bed, Alli cannot help but to think about Alexander. Her mind is torn between hate and actual, physical want of him. No one had ever been that rough with her body, yet no one had made her feel that good at the same time. In the back of her mind, Alli knew Alexander some level of connection with her. She could see it in his eyes, feel it in his affectionately cruel hands. Slowly she falls asleep as Alexander's yelling continues to softly comes through the cell walls.

Hours pass by until Alli finally awakens in her dark prison cell, the only light coming from the pale moon from her small window. Lying motionless on her bed, Alli lets out a small smile, the first in weeks, about her dream. Deep inside of her, Alli wished it were true, that she wasn't locked away in this cell, that Alexander didn't have to torture her before screwing her, that it would be a better existence than being stuck and locked inside this dark and cold cell.

The sound of keys pressing into the door of her cell jolts Alli out of her groggy state as she bolts upright, clinging to her blanket as her only security. Slowly the door opens as the light from the hallways, dim as they may be, temporarily blind her. Alexander walks into the room unhurriedly, carrying a small lantern in his hand as the door to her cell closes behind him. Knowing that it is him, that she was safe with him, her grip on the blanket loosens, letting it fall and expose her breasts. With his foot, Alexander pulls the stool away from the wall closer to Alli's bed. Eyes locking onto hers, he slowly sits down on the stool, placing the small lantern on the floor at his feet, still giving plenty of light to see each other's faces. 

"Told you I would be back." He tells her softly, a smirk coming across his face. "It seems you have a large problem, Alli."

Her cunt becomes slick at his mentioning of her name, something she's never experienced with anyone before. "What do you mean?" She asks softly, trying to mask the arousal and excitement in her voice with her softer than usual voice. 

"It seems Christoffel was not where you said he would be." Alexander tells her as he folds his arms across his chest. "There seems to be lots of discussion over what to do with you, Alli." Again he says her name, knowing that she was being turned on by the mere mention of her name. 

"What do you mean?" She asks in a whisper, her mind thinking the worst.

"They're discussing whether you're a lying little whore that should be disposed of by firing squad, or whether you were telling the truth and your Christoffel was tipped off."

"No! You have to believe me Alexander. I told you all that I know. That was where he usually is!" She tells him, the desperation in her voice glaring. 

"Right now..." He tells her over her desperate pleas for trust as he slowly rises from the small stool to sit right next to Alli. "The men who make the decision are split right down the middle. Some want to get rid of you, others want to keep you around to see what more you know. I'm sure that some will change their mind once I give my opinion on what to do with you."

"Please Alexander!" She pleads with him as she gets up from the bed, only to beg on her knees in front of him. "Please don't let them kill me. I'm begging you!"

"Hmpf. I want you to beg for something else to change my mind." He tells her, gently nodding his head to the growing bulge in his green slacks. 

Without any hesitation, Alli gives into his demands, partially filled with actual want of him, yet overcome with desperation to survive. "Please, will you let me suck your dick, Alexander?" She asks softly as her hands slowly work their way up his muscular thighs. 

Nodding his approval with a smile, Alexander slowly leans back onto his elbows. Alexander's eyes intently lock onto her hers as Alli's small hands slowly toy with the leather belt before unzipping his pants. His body stiffens as he feels her small cool hands grasping his hot throbbing cock as she fishes it out of his pants. Giving it a few small strokes, Alli slowly lowers her head to Alexander's dick, never breaking eye contact. 

Planting a small kiss on the tip of his cock, Alli slowly parts her lips to accept him into her mouth. Keeping only the head of his dick in her mouth, her tongue swirls around and massages the tip while her hands work and stroke his shaft. His soft grunts of enjoyment only push Alli's strokes and tongue swirling to go faster around his cock. 

Alexander's hands soon find the back of Alli's head as his grip gradually increases. Soon his large hand pushes her head down, making her take more of his dick into her mouth. Her cheeks hollow to suck him in tighter into her mouth and throat, wanting more and more of him to fill her . Tongue massaging the underside of his dick, All's face is pressed tightly against Alexander's body, her mouth filled with his dick. Her soft vibrations are ecstasy on his cock, pushing him closer to orgasm. Wanting more of her than just her mouth, Alexander slowly pulls Alli's head up by her hair. Alli's mouth lets out a soft pop as his dick finally leaves the vacuum of her mouth, rubbing the tip of it against her lips. 

"Get on the bed." Alexander tells her sternly as he rises from the bed, taking off his jacket. Obediently she follows his commands, filled with lust and desperation for him. Quickly she get onto her hands and knees atop the bed, her pussy soaked and ready for him to fill as she watches him undress. "Lay flat." He tells her as he slides off his pants into a neat pile on the floor. Not wanting to disappoint him, she quickly flattens herself on the bed.

Quickly Alexander places his thighs on either side of Alli's, kneeling on top her with his cock barely pressing against her wet cunt. "You want my cock, Little Girl?" He asks her as his hand dips down to her hole, rubbing the wet flesh. 

"Yes Sir..." Alli moans out, completely truthful. Even with his gentle rubbings of his hand, she can feel the heat of his cock by her wet cunt. With difficulty, Alli resists the urge to press back into his dick, not wanting to disappoint the man who holds her life in his hands. 

His fingers slick with her juices, Alexander slowly parts Alli's tight ass cheeks, plunging his wet fingers quickly into her tight rosebud. Jumping slightly at the unexpected fingering of her ass, Alli knows what he wants from her. Gripping the pillow of her bed tightly in her hands, Alli turns her head back to Alexander's slow massaging of her tightest hole.

"Please, Alexander, Sir..." She pleads with him, her voice cracked with lust and nervousness. "No one's ever fucked me there before."

"Shhh..." He tells her, pulling his fingers out of her ass. "I don't care Little Girl."

His body moving against hers only adds to the nervousness of having her ass filled by him. Alli's breathing increases steadily as she feels his warm cock separating her ass cheeks until it's pressed snuggly against the fleshy rosebud of her ass hole. "This is going to hurt..." Alexander whispers to her before slowly pushing into her tight hole.

Wincing while gripping the blanket tightly, Alli can feel his cock head slowly push through the tight opening. Alexander gradually pushes himself deeper into her ass, planting tender kisses on her back to comfort her. Finally his hips meet hers as he's buried deep within her all the way to his balls. Pausing for a few moments, Alexander's gentle kisses turn into soft bites on her back as he works his way up to her ears, nibbling on her ear lobes. Teasingly he flexes his cock in her tight hole, making her squirm softly as she feels his dick twitch within her.

"How does it feel Little Girl to be stretched?" Alexander whispers into her ear, adding another flex of his cock along with a deep probe of his tongue into her ear before she could reply.

Softly Alli moans inaudibly as she can feel him completely stuff her tightest hole. Sneakily Alli pushes her arm underneath her to rub her clit that is screaming for attention. "Go easy on me Alexander..." She manages to tell him as she can feel his dick slowly push in and out in small thrusts.

Gripping her shoulders with his hands, Alexander slowly thrusts deeper into Alli's tight hole. Muttering in his native tongue, Alexander's eyes shut in ecstasy as the warmth of her ass engulfs his cock. Gradually his thrusts become more rapid as Alli's moans become more audible. The smell of sex along with their mutual moans and grunts of pleasure fill the room as they continue to fuck each other. 

Alexander's thrusts become harder and deeper as he continues to pound at her hole. His cum filled balls begin to churn as he slams harder into Alli, their hot, sweaty bodies pressed together. With a loud moan and grunt, Alexander releases his cum into Alli's tight ass as her tight sphincter tightens around him. The feeling of the hot cum shooting from Alexander's spasming and throbbing cock send Alli over her orgasmic edge, coating her small fingers in her own arousal. 

Rolling over to her side, Alexander's dick makes a soft popping sound as it slides from Alli's now slick, cum-filled ass hole. Hesitantly she moves closer to him in an attempt to lay with him. Part of Alli didn't want him to leave her. She felt safe with him, as if nothing bad would happen to her as long as she was with him. Seeing Alexander lift his arm up to invite her closer, Alli can't help but to smile to herself. 

Moments pass by as the two lay next to each other with nothing covering them, enjoying each other's naked company. Alli finally breaks the silence as she looks up into his eyes. "You won't let anything bad happen to me, will you Alexander?"

Looking into her eyes, Alexander leans forward slightly to kiss her on her head. "No one will ever lay a finger on you as long as I say."

"I've never felt this way about anyone before Alexander, but I feel safe when I'm with you. You make me feel comforted and good." She tells him softly, bringing her hand up to his chest as she softly plays with the small nipples. 

His large hand reaches up to her small wrists to pull her hand towards his mouth. "I obviously do." Alexander tells her as his tongue takes a longing lick from her cum soaked fingers.

The sound of gunshots outside in the distance disturbs their one and only intimate moment. Quickly Alexander bolts upright, Alli clinging to him as he does so. "What's going on?" She asks him quietly as they stare at the door. The sound of running goes by the door quickly, accompanied by shouting in Russian. 

As fast as he can, Alexander jumps out of the bed and hurriedly dresses into the clothes piled onto the floor. "This is the safest place for you to be." He tells her as he slips on his shoes before pulling out the silver gun from his jacket. Fully dressed, Alexander quickly moves to Alli, kissing her on the forehead before exiting the unlocked cell door, locking it as he leaves. 

Minutes feel like hours as she sits in the bed, feeling his warm cum slowly ooze out of her stretched hole. In the distance she can still hear gunshots throughout the prison. Alli's mind races with thoughts of what is going on outside. Did the U.S. finally come for her? Are the soldiers starting a riot? What will happen with Alexander? Alli jumps as she hears whispering outside the cell door. The hurried Russian voices tell her that it's not the U.S. Military as she moves back into the far corner of her bed, trying in futile attempts to get as far away from the door as possible. Moments pass before the door swings open quickly, revealing a small group of men.

"Alli!" Yells one of the Russian men in a mangled English accent, wearing a black ski-mask before ripping it off his head to reveal a rugged looking, clean shaven man with long brown hair.

"Christoffel?!?" Alli asks, jumping up to embrace her Russian lover. "What are you doing here? They're looking for you!"

Holding her tightly in his arms, he quickly lets go of her to grab the blanket off the bed to wrap it around her naked body. "We've come to get you out of here. There is a small village a little ways through the wood in the north where our brethren will get you out of Russia as soon as possible."

Roughly Christoffel drags Alli out into the hallway with a few of the other freedom fighters. They run quickly through the halls, listening intently for signs of the military. Before they could pass one corner of the hall, the advance man is shot in the head, blood splattering the wall behind him. The others quickly crouch down or against the wall. After barking orders for the others to stay and fight them off, Christoffel pulls Alli back the way they came, searching for another way out of the soviet prison. Finding a deserted hallway with a wide open door, the two floor it to the door.

Before they can reach the door to their freedom, the large rugged looking man who attempted to rape Alli appears from a side corridor, blocking their way to freedom. Christoffel quickly pushes Alli out of the way onto the floor as he aims his gun. The split second Christoffel took to ensure Alli's safety was all the diabolic soldier needs. Without hesitation, the soldier quickly unleashes the firepower of his automatic rifle onto Christoffel, littering his body with bullet holes. 

Crouched down on the floor, Alli sits in shock at seeing her savior littered with bullets. "Ch-ch-Christoffel?" She whimpers out, slowly crawling towards his dead body. Tears stream down her face as she gets closer to him, her small hands grasping her lover's face one last time as she looks into the empty dark eyes.

The sound of the rifle being reloaded jolts her out of her mourning stupor. Tears stream down her face, her head quickly snaps back to the Russian murderer, staring at her over the rifle. Her eyes clinch shut tightly at her immediate death. Her life literally flashes before her eyes, thoughts lingering on her recent moment of happiness with Alexander.

Gun shots ring out through the tight hallway. Eyes opening gradually, she sees the Russian soldier laying face down on the floor, a small pool of blood building. Finally she looks behind her to see her true savior and protector. Quickly Alli jumps up, running towards Alexander, holding him tightly in her arms as the blanket falls to the floor. With slow footsteps, Alexander slowly leads her towards the wall, leaning against it once he does.




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"Told you I will never let anyone lay a finger on you..." He tells her softly, his voice strained and distant, before sliding down the wall to sit, a streak of blood following his sliding body along the wall. 

"Alexander, please come with me..." She pleads with him, holding him tightly to her body in a longing embrace. She had lost Christoffel, she couldn't bear to lose another person close to her heart in the same night. 

Slowly his hand rises, handing her the pistol with his shaking hands. "Take my wallet, there should be plenty of bribe money there. Run as fast as you can from here. If they find you, they'll kill you, and not even I will be able to save you..."

The sound of gunfire getting closer to her from the halls makes her jump as she stares into Alexander's face, committing his face to memory. She leans in quickly to his face, kissing him passionately and deeply as fresh tears run down her face.

"Get the fuck out of here!" He tells her before Alli finally cannot wait any longer. Hurriedly she grasps the gun and wallet in her hand before wrapping the large wool blanket around her naked body and running as fast as she can through the door and into the cool night air. 



Back in the U.S.S.R. Ch. 04



(Author's Note: As of right now, this is the ending to the Back in the U.S.S.R. Series. I could write a fifth one (there's a story line) if needed, but right now, this is the end. All characters are eighteen years of age or older. Thanks so much for reading and sticking with the story!)



Children's laughter and screams of joy echo through the snow filled streets. Snowmen line the streets at various houses, only to be the first casualties of intense snowball fighting. Everywhere in the town, parents were calling in, snowed in their houses on their unplowed streets. Some were fortunate to make it into town before the worst of the storm hit to stock up on food for the long weekend ahead of them.

Alli slowly strolls down the ankle deep snow on the sidewalk, her arms laden with two full paper bags of groceries, as she quietly admires with winter wonderland. It had been months since her escape from behind the Iron Curtain. Even after that she was not done with the interrogations and the debriefings at the hands of her fellow Americans, trying to find out anything of the Soviet Union, trying to figure out what they knew because of her captivity.

After everything was over, after the tape recorders were turned off, no one knew about the place in her heart for her Russian savior. She kept completely quiet about Alexander when they asked and asked and asked about him. The boys at the C.I.A. were obsessed with finding out more about the unknown man, the myth and legendary Soviet officer who had tortured and turned many of their spies and contacts behind the ever-growing Iron Curtain. Driven by the deep love for him, Alli never says a word about him, never acknowledging he was her interrogator, despite his "signature" of pierced nipples.

As far as the C.I.A. knew, Alli had been kidnapped and interrogated by an unknown Russian for information on Cuba. To them, she was nothing but a security threat, regardless of the service to her country. Once you talk, you're a liability. To keep her quiet and away from the labyrinth that is the Cold War Intelligence Community, the brass at C.I.A. decided to set her up with a cozy little office job and a nice, quaint little house in the growing suburbia of Washington D.C. It was all they could do to help make sure she was out of the picture for good.

Trudging through the thick snow, Alli finally turns up the small stone walkway, her arms holding two large grocery bags, as she finally comes home. Shifting one of the bags to her other arm, she slowly reaches for the cold metal doorknob, opening it quickly before using her feet to close it as to keep the bags balanced in her arms.

The sound of her boots against the wood floors is the only sound in the house as she makes her way to the kitchen, putting down the grocery bags with a sigh as she begins to strip away at the layers of winter apparel on her. Removing her jacket, Alli slowly slows her movements at the smell hitting her nostrils. In the back of her mind, the familiar, sickly sweet smell of the burning tobacco floods Alli with a torrent of emotions upon smelling the scent again. Wasting no time trying to remember from where it's from, she knows exactly where she's smelt it before. Hesitantly turning around, her feet rooted to the spot as she leans against the counter for support, she looks out into the adjacent, open and dark living room in front of her.

Staring into the shadows of the living room Alli's breathing increases steadily, her tense body trembling as she watches the dull orange glow emanate from a dark figure of a man sitting alone in the room. Even in the pitch blackness of the room, she could feel his dark eyes staring directly into her eyes. Timidly walking forward, her small delicate hand reaches around the doorway, keeping her body away from the living room as much as she can as she flips a light switch on. A small lamp by the doorway turns on at the light switch turning on, throwing light into the room as Alli steps back to the counter, shocked and amazed with silence at the figure sitting calmly in front of her, yet filling her with a dreadful fear as she watches her Soviet Savior's deep, dark eyes.

Sitting alone in the over-stuffed armchair in the corner of the room, puffing away on a small cigarette in a dark business suit sits Alexander, staring at Alli, the woman who's been consuming his dreams for months. "Long time no see, Alli..." The Soviet KGB officer says, breaking the silence between them while keeping his eyes locked onto hers.

"You're... you're... alive..." Alli incredulously replies, amazed to see him calmly sitting in front of her alive. 

Chuckling softly at her words, the Russian takes a long drag of the cigarette. "Our Soviet doctors may not be the best in the world..." He casually tells her, brushing away the stray ashes from the long black overcoat strewn over his lap. "... But they're very good at removing bullets and stitching up wounds."

"I... never got to thank you for what you did for me, Alexander..." She says aloud in her soft voice, her body slowly relaxing at the small smirk forming on his lips. 

"You know why I let you go?" He asks, pausing to take another drag of his cigarette before continuing. "I see a lot of you in myself. Although you and I believe in different ideologies, we both would do anything for our beliefs, our country, and our loved ones."

"No..." Alli begins, the relaxed state of conversation enabling her to become bolder and relaxed slowly as she talks. "You're wrong. I could never do the sadistic things you've done to people."

Snorting with light amusement at the naivety of her words, Alexander snubs the cigarette onto the ash tray sitting on a small table beside him, leaning forward in his seat as he speaks. "And tell me, little girl, what happened to all of the spies you discovered while stationed in Moscow after you told your Langley about them? A nice little trip to your Disneyland, eh? Whether you want to admit it or not, you've ended more lives than I ever could. Your information, your words, sends people like me to get the information out of them. I don't murder, but you do on the other hand, with every piece of information you pass to your CIA in Langley."

Tears gently roll down Alli's face, his words cutting like glass through her mind and emotions as she knows he's absolutely right. Eyes closed tightly while the tears stream down the soft, porcelain-like skin of her cheeks, she pays no attention to the sound of movement coming from Alexander's direction. 

Rising slowly from his seat, Alexander places his coat across the armchair before entering the kitchen with Alli. Glancing over at her before opening the refrigerator, his hand reaches inside to pull out a bottle of Pepsi. His hand wringing the bottle cap off with ease, his eyes watch Alli as she slowly realizes the extent of her work and the horrors she's caused.

Taking a sip of the soda, Alexander immediately places the bottle in the sink, letting the soda empty into the drain. "My first Pepsi... I must say I'm not impressed. It's too rich and sweet for my liking." He causally says, leaning back against the refrigerator as his eye watch over Alli in tears. Reaching into his pocket, Alexander pulls out a small white handkerchief, walking close to her to wipe away the tears from your cheeks gently with the soft material.

Sniffling slightly as she opens her eyes, watching his as he wipes away the tears on her face, the fear and panic in her body grips and immobilizes Alli. "Who-what are you doing here?" Pocketing the handkerchief in his pocket, Alexander's face turns to stone as he straightens himself up. "Something you'd call 'Damage Control'." 

"What?" Alli asks inquiringly between soft sniffles, her eyes watching Alexander as he casually walks around the kitchen. Walking around the small kitchen and coming back around towards her, his hand slowly reaching up and finding its way to the back of her neck, Alexander looks into Alli's hazel eyes as her body tenses with fear. 

"I hear your friends at Langley have a special name for me: the Snake Charmer, for how easily I get information from the snakes you capitalists decide to put behind the so-called Iron Curtain. I have to admit, it does have a nice ring to it." He softly tells her, the grip on the back of her neck slightly tightening as she looks at him in confusion. "A friend of mine told me they asked you to read a little file about me, to tell them what they had gotten right, and what they didn't get right."

Remaining silent at his words, Alli's eyes freeze with a fearful confusion as she watches him speak, feeling his hand's grip tighten on her neck. "What do you want?" She asks as her voice is cracked with fear over what he'll do to her.

Smirking softly at her words, Alexander leans forward, inches away from her face. "I want to know what they know about me, and what you told them about your time with me."

Silence falls between them as they stare into each other's eyes. Torn between wanting to tell him everything, and wanting to carry on her duty, Alli says nothing as she stares into the large, black, beetle-like eyes of Alexander. Fresh tears slowly well up in her eyes as his long fingernails slowly dig into the delicate skin of her neck. "You're hurting me, Alexander..." She groans out in a soft whisper, her voice trembling with fear.

"Heh..." He chuckles, looking over her terror-ridden face. "You always did like it when I tortured the information out of you. This isn't a nice little torture chamber like back home, but I'm sure I can improvise." 

With his grip firm on the back of her neck, Alexander pulls Alli alongside him as he walks down the hallway. "Where's the bedroom, Alli? Be a good little hostess and tell me." He asks, driving his fingertips harder into her flesh to add extra motivation for responding.

Groaning from the sharp pain in the back of her neck, Alli's hand flies up, pointing to the door at the far end of the hallway. She knows in the back of her mind she can't fight him off. He's too strong and powerful, especially with his tight grip on the back of her neck, easily enabling him to cause her immense pain as he drags and pulls her through her own house. 

"Good girl..." He growls at her as he pulls her to the door, kicking it open as he throws Alli onto the bed. 

Jumping on top of her after quickly throwing up the locks on the bedroom door, Alexander's large, mitt-like hands pin Alli's arms down to the bed as he lies atop of her back. Pinning her down with his large left forearm and elbow into her back, his free right hand reaches up, pulling away his tie before reaching for her arm to tie it to the bedpost. Slowly he moves off of her, his right hand grasping her untied hand as he stands up, picking a silk scarf off of a small bureau beside the bed. Mercilessly his hand ties her free hand to the opposite bedpost tightly to ensure no escaping. 

Sated with his handiwork, Alexander rolls off the bed, looking for more things he could use for restraints as Alli furiously kicks her feet against the bed, fruitlessly yanking her arms back and forth to test the bonds holding her in place. The sounds of Alexander's rummaging through wardrobes and cabinets in her bedroom only fills Alli with more fear, wondering what he is going to do to her as she tries without end to escape. 

The feeling of her ankle being suddenly gripped by Alexander's hand makes Alli jump, the sudden contact with his hand making her fearful dread rise dramatically. His rough hands are unforgiving as they push down Alli's ankles into the bed, restraining them to the bed with more scarves to the bed post until she's finally restrained spread-eagle on her stomach.

"We aren't going to be expecting any guests, are we Love?" Alexander asks, reaching into his pocket for a long, silver switchblade gleaming in the soft light from the bedside table lamp. "I'd hate to have to be a bad guess and more of a mess than I have to."

"Fuck you." Alli defiantly groans towards Alexander, her head facing away from him to shield the fresh tears from his view.

"I know you are going to fuck me, like always Love." Alexander says, smiling as he bends forward to Alli. "But first, you're going to tell me what I want to know. Now don't move a muscle. I don't want to cut you." Adding emphasis to his words, Alexander slowly drags the blade across the exposed skin of Alli's arm, gentle enough to ensure he doesn't pierce the skin. 

Her body tensing with panic, Alli's eyes clench tightly shut as tears continues to roll down her face. Slowly Alexander's hand lifts up the sleeve of Alli's top, cutting and shredding the material on her body with ease. Admiring her exposed and bare back for a few moments, he quickly moves to her lower body, sticking the knife in the top of her pants, slicing through it with precision as he cuts away the material covering her.

"Don't go anywhere." He jokes, walking out of the room for a few moments, leaving Alli alone, naked and tied to her own bed as her mind races with the possibilities of what will happen. 'He doesn't have his torture tool...' She reassures herself, her hands gripping the binds holding her in place for dear life as she thinks to herself, '...but does that make him more dangerous?' Agonizing, thought racking minutes pass by until Alexander re-enters the room once again. 

Instinctively Alli's head turns towards the sound of Alexander's footsteps, mild confusion setting in as she sees the lit candle in his hand. 

"Wh-what's that for?" She asks, her voice shaking with hesitant fear at the sight of him.

"I've had to improvise a little with some ways to make you talk." Alexander says casually, placing the burning candle on the nightstand as he sits next to her on the bed, his hands slowly running up and down her back gently. "All I want to know is what you told them, Alli. I need to know." 

Silence falls between them as Alexander slowly strokes Alli's back in almost a gentle calming fashion as her eyes watch the candle's flame flickering in the air. He didn't have to say anything about why he brought the candle into the room. All she can think of is the candle, knowing how painful its wax is going to be on her delicate and sensitive flesh. Again her mind is torn between what to do, whether to betray the country she held so dear to her, or to tell the man who had saved her, who was about to torture her again, for information that could save his life.

"I've forgotten how soft your back feels." Alexander says, breaking the tense silence between them as he continues to grazes his fingertips back and forth along her spine, sending shivers through Alli's senses. Sighing to himself, Alexander reaches forward for the candle, holding it in his hand as he watches the dancing of the flame on the wick. "You know I don't like doing this to you. But this is not for my country, Alli. This is for me. What do they know about me...? What did you tell them?" His voice is almost too casual, as if he were talking to a loved one. 

Shaking his head at Alli's silence, Alexander holds the candle close to her skin, letting it slowly trickle onto her sensitive skin. Her soft painful cries and gasps fill the otherwise silent room as her small hands grip the binds holding her in place holding her wrists to the bed. The sharp pain courses through her senses as the hot liquid slowly drips and trickles onto her skin, making her eyes shut tightly as tears flow from her eyes.

Placing the candle back onto the table, plenty of wax still inside it as Alexander's fingers once again resume the slow, gentle touching of Alli's back. "I need to know, Alli. You know how I truly feel about you, but this is a matter of life and death for both of us." Alexander says, his fingers slowly picking away the quickly drying wax on her back as he speaks. "I need to know what they're looking for. If they find me, I'll be a dead man. I'll either die here in your prisons, or back home in the Gulags." 

"I-I can't Alexander..." She cries out, the pain evident in her voice as the tears stream down her face. 

"You can, Alli. A life for a life..." He says, his voice trailing off as he reaches forward for the candle. Slowly he lets it drip along her spine, from the crack of her ass all the way to her shoulder blades as her cries intensify in the room. 

Slowly his hand returns the candle to the nightstand, his eyes staring at the bright red dots of wax across her back. Alexander's hands gradually move to Alli's sides, rubbing the flesh along her rib cage as he speaks again. "You're going to break some time, Alli. Just tell me what I need to know, and you'll never see me again. Sit and think about it for a few minutes."

Silently Alli lies on top of the bed, her tense body still as she gives serious thoughts about Alexander's words. He was right, he did save her life, and she knew it. Alexander was her savior and protector from the harsh, animalistic hunger for flesh by the Russian troops while she was locked away and so vulnerable. She had even developed a crush on him, his protection and love was something she had been the only thing she had missed and wanted back from the nightmare of being captive. His words to her, the night it all went wrong, still resonates in her mind: "No one will ever lay a finger on you as long as I have a say." 

Yet her mind keeps reminding her of the countless days and nights of being locked away in the cell, tortured by the same man now gently rubbing her body. He had caused her so much pain, so much torment. Alexander was the personification of the nightmare that was her captivity. They were on opposite sides of the global struggle for their different ideals, he the red Communist, and she the patriotic Capitalist. 

The sound of the front door opening and closing at the far end of the house makes both of them jump with fear, Alexander fearful of being captured, and Alli fearful of who could be dragged into this mess. Quietly they remain motionless, their eyes glued to the closed door as the sounds of footsteps fill their ears. 

"Alli? You home?" asks the soft voice of a woman from the living room. Immediately Alli's stomach turns over, as she knows who it is, the last person she it to be.

"Please, Alexander!" She whispers panicky, fearful of what could possibly happen. "I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt her." 

The jumping of Alli's body at the sound of the voice, her body's trembling is all Alexander needs to know who is in the house with them. A bittersweet smirk coming across his face as he leans close to Alli's ears. "We'll make a deal Alli. I don't do anything to anyone, including your Sister in the house, and you tell me what I need to know." He whispers, his hand reaching up to untie the scarves and silk tie tied around her wrists. 

"Thank you Alexander, thank you." She whispers quickly freeing her hands quickly as he unties her ankles, rolling of the bed with speed as she quickly throws on a dress, running to the door with speed as fast as she can.

"There ya are!" Alli's sister exclaims, sitting on the counter next to the grocery bags. She looks like a spitting image of Alli, with her long dark hair and soft, creamy looking skin. "Where were ya?"

"I-I was..." Alli begins, her voice slightly shaking as she tries to come up with an excuse.

"...just showing me around her house." Alexander says, slowly strolling into the kitchen as he brushes out the wrinkles in his shirt with his hands. Reaching out a hand towards Alli's sister, his smile widens. "I'm Alex. You must be Alli's sister, I've heard so much about you from your sister." 

Her heart racing, feeling as if it's going to burst out of her body, Alli's eyes watch Alexander, his hands and face, fearful of what he might do to the girl he's threatened to torture and abuse to make Alli talk. 




Back in the U.S.S.R. Ch. 04



"I'm Jen..." She says, reaching out with her hand to shake Alexander's, a dirty smirk on her face at the thought of what the two of them were possibly doing behind Alli's bedroom door. "It's nice to meet you, Alex." 

"The pleasure is all mine." Alexander softly says, walking back to stand next to Alli, draping his arm around her neck and over her shoulder. 

Putting on a fake smile, Alli's mind knows not to try anything stupid. It wasn't worth the risk, and somehow, she knew Alexander would keep his word. "How are you?" She asks, subtly trying to find out why she dropped in so she could get her out of danger quickly. 

"Not too bad... I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Jen asks, the dirty smirk growing wider at the sight of their embracing. 

"No no. Alli was just showing me around the house for a few minutes." Alexander says, his fingers lightly toying with the thin strap of the dress, intentionally trying to deceive Alli's sister into thinking they were just in the middle of a romp in the bedroom.

Smirking towards her older sister, Jen quietly hops off the counter top. "Maybe I should leave you two alone to whatever you were doing... Don't forget to come by the house for dinner tonight. Mom's wanted to have us all over for a while since you got back."

"It was nice to finally meet you, Jen..." Alexander casually says to her as he takes his arm from around Alli's neck.

Nodding her understanding, Alli quietly starts to follow her sister towards the door as Alexander stands motionless in the middle of the kitchen. In the back of his mind, Alexander knows Alli wouldn't try anything stupid to escape and put her and her sister's lives at stake.

"So who is that guy?" Jen asks Alli in a low whisper as they walk to the door. "He's kinda cute."

"Just a friend..." Alli replies softly, not wanting to keep her sister there more than needed. Opening the front door, Alli puts on a fake smile as Jen stands in the open doorway, looking somewhat puzzled at her sister.

"Huh-uh. Sure... We'll talk later at Mom's. Don't want to keep you from 'entertaining' your guest." Jen says with a smirk, walking down the snow-covered walkway to the car parked in front of the house. 

Closing the door quickly behind Jen, Alli presses herself against the closed door. Breathing a sigh of relief that she's gone from harm, Alli's eyes close softly as she stands motionless against the heavy door. In the back of her mind, she knows she has to go back to the man standing in her kitchen and uphold her end of the bargain, even if the patriotic sense in her screamed not to go back into the room with him. Taking a deep breath, Alli slowly backs away from the door and with soft footsteps she walks back into the Kitchen and Living Room area.

"Your sister is quite charming. I underestimated how much the two of you lookalike." Alexander casually says as he leans against the refrigerator.

Standing perfectly still in the middle of the kitchen, Alli's eyes shift down to the floor, focusing on her trembling bare feet as she speaks in a soft tone. "Their description of you is wrong. They describe you as someone much older than what you look like. They also know you're high in rankings. I had to tell them something, so I told them what they had was true..."

Remaining silent as she speaks, Alexander slowly pushes himself away from the refrigerator. His heavy footsteps in the dress shoes make a soft clacking sound as he walks in circles around Alli. "We're even now... You saved me from being identified, and I saved you from death." 

Alexander whispers out, his lips mere inches away from her ear as his warm breath tingles the back of her neck. Coyly his fingers on her back push away the small, thin straps of her dress as he stands behind her.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Alli asks, her words stammered not by fear, but by the growing excitement in her body and mind.

The soft chuckle from his lips makes her hair stand on end as the dress falls idly around her ankles. "You said you would do whatever I wanted if I left you and your sister unharmed..." 

Alexander whispers softly directly into her ear as his large and rough hands slowly explore the soft, bare flesh of her arms. Gently Alexander lowers his head into the crook of her neck, kissing and biting the delicate flesh as she stands with her back to him.

Soft moans and gasps escape Alli's lips as Alexander continues to kiss and suck on the crook of her neck. His hands subtly move across her body, her hard, sensitive rosy nipples press tightly into the hard and rough flesh of his hand as he moves further down her body. Finally his hands find the small slit between her legs as his thick, masculine fingers push themselves in between her labia lips.

"You always were a little masochist with me..." Alexander whispers into her ear before returning to the small bite marks on her neck while his fingers slide inside of Alli with ease. "Aren't you?" 

Alexander's hand pulls off slowly from Alli's cunt, only to swat at it with a small amount of force. Letting out a soft gasp at the feeling of his hand swatting against her sensitive sex, Alli knows he is absolutely right. Even back in that hell hole behind the Iron Curtain, her cunt was drenched during and after the torturous sessions with Alexander and his sadistic body. 

"Yes." Alli replies softly, feeling no shame in her admission as Alexander's fingers slowly penetrate her cunt once again. "I've missed you so much..."

Smiling to himself as he nibbles on her skin, Alexander's fingers ruthlessly plunge deeper into Alli's soft, wet folds. "I know you have, Little One... All wet for me as usual, eh?" he asks with a tickling motion of his fingers in her, acting as if he were pulling the trigger to a gun. "I plan on putting this wetness between your legs to good use..."

Gently Alexander slides his fingers out of Alli's wet hole. Bringing his fingers, covered in the juices of her arousal to her lips, Alli doesn't hesitate as her tongue escapes from her slightly parted lips. Taking soft licks like a child would a lollipop, Alli's small, soft tongue licks and swipes away her tangible arousal from Alexander's large, rough fingers. 

"You want more, Little One?" Alexander asks, whispering into her ear as his hips slowly grind the fleshy hardness of his dick in his pants against Alli's bare bottom. 

"Please..." Alli moans out wantonly in a soft tone through Alexander's fingers pressed against her slightly parted lips. 

"Oh come now... You can do a better job than that." Alexander says sternly into her ear as he gives another hard thrust of his hips to further tease Alli.

"Please, Sir... I want more..." Alli lustfully whispers as she presses her body harder against Alexander.

Removing his fingers from her wet and aroused cunt, Alexander's fingers drag themselves against her body on their way to her hips, smearing away the warm juices on his digits against her soft flesh. Finding her hips in his hands, his grip firmly tightens around Alli as he gently nudges her down the hall towards the bedroom. 

"Good girl..." he says softly into her ear as Alli quietly leads him down the hallway back to the bedroom.

Entering the bedroom, Alexander closes the door behind him, turning around slowly to see Alli standing at the foot of the bed, naked and aroused for him. Grinning softly to himself at her naked form, Alexander walks slowly towards her. Mere inches away from each other, his hands slowly reach up to her face, petting her soft cheeks as he leans in. Her soft plush lips meet his rough chapped lip in a gentle kiss, slowly intensifying as their bodies move closer to each other.

Unable to control herself as his tongue slides into her mouth with ease, rubbing and massaging her own tongue, Alli slowly lets her hand fall between them. Lovingly her small hands run up and down his clothed hard chest. Even over the white collar shirt she can feel the hardness of his chest, giving her goose bumps at the feeling of it, like she was a young girl again. Slowly her hands reach up to his shoulders, pushing away the sports coat as her hands unhurriedly take off his clothes.

Her hands slowly start to unbutton his shirt as Alli leans in closer to him. Planting soft kisses on the crook of his neck as her fingers fumble with the buttons until finally pushing the shirt off into the pile of clothes behind Alexander on the floor. Taking a few steps back, moving closer to the bed, Alli's eyes become fixated on the scars on his body, the scars he took for her.

Alexander smiles softly to himself as he sees Alli staring at the scars from the last time they met while he moves closer to her. Gently his hand reaches up to her chin, angling it towards his eyes as he sees the small tears forming in the corner of her eyes. 

"Thank you..." She says softly, filled with gratitude for the man standing in front of her bearing the marks of her freedom.

"Hmpf. You'll never have to thank me for that, Little One..." Alexander says softly in a whisper as he walked closer to her, his hands slowly unbuckling the belt around his pants. 

They stand mere inches away from each other in a matter of seconds, staring into each other's eyes with passionate love as Alexander pulls in Alli close to him. Her bare and ample chest presses tightly against his smooth, hard, chiseled torso as his pants fell to the floor between them. She could feel his warm and throbbing cock pressed against her body as he held her close to her, leaning his head down to her lips. Slowly the soft pecks between them intensify into deep, passionate, unbridled kisses.

Coyly Alexander's hands, caressing the soft skin of her hips moves inward between them until finding the familiar place between her legs. His thick index finger gently rubbed it's way inside of her wet hole. Swirling it around like he was swapping her, Alexander slowly curls his finger back and forth as if motioning for someone to come to him. The feeling of her soft, creamy porcelain skin felt heavenly against his hot, throbbing cock pinned between the both of them made him slowly thrust his hips against hers, rubbing his engorged member against her stomach.

Pulling herself away, Alli nuzzles her head in the crook of Alexander's neck. Her breathing becomes ragged and heavy as his finger slowly curls and rubs her insides. "I've missed you so much." She whispers softly as her small hands gently wrap themselves around his thick tool between them. 

Carefully Alexander begins to grind his hips into Alli's hand, this warm member throbbing softly in her small, warm hands. Biting softly onto her collar bone, Alexander's fingers continue to gently work their way in and out of her body as he lifts his head to whisper into her small ears. "I've missed you too." Softly he whispers, his warm breath tingling her senses as he speaks, sending a shiver down her bare spine. 

Gently his hands turn her towards the bed. Standing over her, Alexander smiles widely at the lustful sight lying before him as he slowly lowers his body on top of Alli. He positions himself right over her body, placing his arms on either side of Alli's head as he softly kisses her plush lips. Alexander's warm, throbbing member lays between Alli's aroused cunt, nestled snuggly between her lips as it touches her clit.

Alli slowly grinds her hips into his member. Her warm juices of arousal thickly coat the underside of his shaft as Alexander kisses her face tenderly. Sounds of their tender kissing against their faces fill the room as they grind against each other, building the lust and passion between them with every passing second. Taking her hand, Alli slowly snakes her arm between the two of them, finding her throbbing clit. Her palm slowly rubs her mound as her long, soft finger tips rub and massage the tip of his member, filling him with even more want and lust for her body.

Unable to take it anymore, Alexander finally plunges into her silken folds. The intense warm tightness engulfing his dick makes Alexander gently moan out. Hips sinking in slowly, he gently nibbles on her neck and ears, flicking his tongue against her as he buries himself to the hilt. Alli's back arches upwards at the lustful invasion of her sex as she takes a sharp breath of air. Her tight walls grip him hard like a fist as the juices of arousal and pleasure flow from her silken loins. 

Pressing his hips hard into hers, Alexander gently rises in and out of her womanly folds as his hand mauls at her chest. Her hard, rosy pink nipples are pressed firmly into the rough palm of his hand. It's better than he imagined it would have been after being apart for so long. Locked away in the hospital ward of the military base, cut off from everyone except the few nurses and KGB Officers, Alli was the only person he thought about. She was his one guiding light, and he knows it will kill him to leave her when it's all over, when he must leave her once again. 

His hard member throbs and twitches inside of her tight folds as her sex convulses around him. Furiously rubbing her clit, Alli stares into Alexander's face wantonly. Breathing hard, her tight walls clamp down tightly around his hard shaft as she cums hard. Unable to move from the extreme tightness, Alexander lowers his head to her neck to tenderly bite and kiss her neck, only adding to the already intense orgasm ripping through her body.

As Alli's body finally calms down from her orgasm, her tight cunt gently loosens around his thick member. Feeling close to his own orgasm, Alexander pumps her sex a few more times before carefully extracting his member. Panting slightly from the love making between them, Alexander doesn't say a word as he carefully flips Alli over onto her stomach. Willingly she complies, too lost in her orgasmic bliss to raise any objections.

With her laying flat on her stomach, Alexander gently leans closer to her. His dick, thickly coated in her cum and arousal carefully slides between her ass crack. It's thick purplish head presses gently against her tight sphincter. Planting soft kisses on her back and neck, Alexander carefully whispers into her ear, his voice silken with tender lust. "Ya vas liubliu..." ("I love you...")

His hip light and slow, Alexander carefully rubs his swollen tip against her tight opening, crudely lubing her with her own cum. Finally he sinks inside of her tightness. Alexander gently sinks himself inside of her little sphincter, trying to allow his lover as much comfort as possible as the thickness of his shaft sinks deeper and deeper with each passing second. 

At her low groans of pain, Alexander's hand quickly pushes underneath her, in no time finding her throbbing and swollen clit. Tenderly rubbing her to pleasure, he gently kisses and bites on Alli's neck. Eyes rolling into the back of her head, Alli's head sinks deeper into the pillow as his slow sinking and tender rubbing set her senses ablaze with lustful passion.

Painstakingly sliding into the hilt, Alexander finally buries his member deep inside of her tight canal. Groaning softly from the sheer hot tightness encasing his member, Alexander's fingers continue to rub her pearly clit with increased tempo. Alli too moans from the intense pressure in her ass coupled with his fingers' increasing pace. Slowly she pushes back into him, raising her ass tighter to his body, allowing herself to become more adjusted to the feeling of him inside of her tight ass. 

"I love you too..." She softly purrs, her body stilled as he carefully rubs her back.

Smiling softly, Alexander gently pulls his member out slightly only to push it back in. With slow shallow thrusts he begins to fuck her, driving his dick deeper into her tightened hole. Fingers continue to rub her small clit, gently dipping one inside of her quivering hole to add to the pleasure filling her being. His hard dick twitches and throbs deep inside of her, increasing with every thrust into her. 

Swaying his hips, Alexander presses deeper into her body. Alli's tight clenching muscles pull him in tighter to her insides as his member carves it's way deeper inside. The tempo of his hips gently increases, slapping his ball sack against her wet slit as his finger swirls inside of her tight sex. 

Grunting and groaning, the pleasure from her ass becomes too much for Alexander to handle. With one last deep thrust inside of her stretched hole, his dick spasms uncontrollably, spurting his hot cum deep inside of her awaiting tightness. The feeling of his hot cum inside of her proves to be too much for Alli deep inside of her sensitive hole coupled with the circular rubbing of his fingers against her clit and inside of her pussy. Crying out, she once again cums, coating his finger in her wetness as he fills her tight hole with his seed. 

Moaning lustfully, Alli collapses deeper into the bed, breathing heavily from the pleasure lingering in her body. A soft smile comes across her face as Alexander slides out of her and lies beside her. Having thought she would never see him again, Alli is at a loss of words as he looks over at her with a soft grin.

"I don't want you to ever leave me." She says happily, scooting closer to her lover to rest against his glistening chest. 

A soft, heavy sigh comes from his lips. "I wish I never had to."

"It could work." She said, moving her head to look up at him. "You could defect, or I could even. We could make it work, Alexander."

He let out a soft chuckle as he started to pet her head. "With what I know, and what you know, our countries would never let that happen. If you came back with me, your CIA would not let its former Moscow station chief go so easily, just like my KGB would have me assassinated for what I know if I defected."

Glimmers of tears formed in Alli's eyes. It's the sad truth she didn't want to hear, the sad truth she didn't want to face. Turning her head, she lays against his bare chest as the tears slowly ran down her face. "I thought I lost you once... Don't make me go through that again Alexander. I can't lose you again." Her soft voice said as she nuzzled against him.

Alexander shook his head. It broke his heart to hear her words and to feel her tears against his flesh. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you were hurt because of our relationship... We are, as they say, 'star crossed lovers', doomed from the start."

"Don't say that... It can work." Alli says, her voice softened with emotion.

His fingers tenderly ran through her hair. It was going to be harder than he thought it was going to be. "It can... We'll do it..." He lies, breaking his heart to do so. 

Never has Alexander felt so close to someone like Alli. They were so alike, so connected in so many different ways. Both were willing to sacrifice so much for nothing, even if it meant their love for each other even if they didn't want to. He doesn't want to leave her, but he has to. There is no other way, they couldn't make it work. One of them could defect, but it would only buy them borrowed time until one of their governments came to end their happiness.

They lay in bed for hours in silence, their bodies heavy and exhausted with their passion. Alexander keeps himself awake, gently stroking Alli's head as she sleeps. Finally with care he moves out from under her. All while he moves, Alli doesn't wake up as she peacefully dreams of their love. As he dresses back into her clothing, Alexander longingly looks down at Alli. Carefully he walks close to the bed, planting a tender kiss on her forehead as he walks away.

A soft, lone tear streams down his face as he looks back in the doorway, leaving her for good. "Sleep well, my little one..." He says, painfully closing the bedroom door, and the door on their love. 



Back in the U.S.S.R.



Alli remains silent at his threats, slowly shaking and sobbing from the pain and the thought of yet more of his cruel treatment. She slowly raises her head to his eye level, the old black mascara running down her face from the tears. "P-please... Stop... I don't know-w anything."

He chuckles softly at her pleas, masking the fact of pity on her face and in her voice. "Obviously you don't know anything. If you did, you'd tell me what you're hiding from me and escape another dose of my medicine." 

At those words, he turns the knob again, more than the first time to increase the electricity and the pain coursing through her body. Alli writhes even more, accompanied by her screams of pain as the knob turns. After a few, excruciating seconds, Alexander pulls the knob back to zero. He slowly rises from his seat in front of Alli, unzipping the zipper of his dark green uniform pants. 

"You scream like a slut, let's see if you can suck like one." He tells her while fishing in his pants for his dick, pulling it out slowly in its already erect state. "If I don't like it, I'll let you know in my own, personal way." He waves the remote in front of her face, reminding her of the power he has and the pain that he can inflict. 

She remains silent again as his cock presses against her lush lips. Realizing no other choice other than more pain than she can withstand, she slowly opens her mouth for his dick, inviting him into her warm, velvety entrance. The warm wetness engulfing his cock makes Alexander slowly throw his head back as his dick slowly slides into her mouth.

Keeping her glossy lips around the head of his dick, Alli's mouth lowers a mere couple inches as her cheeks hollow to suck him down in tight pulls of her mouth. Slowly the tip of her tongue runs against the tip of his cock and slowly down the shaft of his dick, teasing the sensitive glands with long licks. Savoring the sweet masculine taste, Alli loses control of herself as she begins to pleasure her torturer with her mouth. The culminating arousal pushes her to become more submissive to his sexual desires as she licks and sucks his dick in her mouth.

The thinking takes her mind off of pleasuring his cock, and it is a price she pays. Pulling his cock out of her mouth to avoid the clamping down of her teeth, Alexander's fingers slowly manipulate the knob of the remote to give her a slight shock.

Alli jumps and slowly shakes from the small, intense burst of the shock. Shoving his dick back into her mouth, he tells her "Next time I won't be so forgiving, you little slut." His hips slowly pump into her mouth, rubbing the bottom of it against her tongue.

Her brows furrow in determination and concentration as Alli takes another long lick of his cock before devouring him. Slowly her head matches the rhythmic pumping of his cock, pulling up on her head until the head of dick threatens to escape before pushing her head back down his endlessly long shaft. Alexander's hands finally find their way into Alli's long black hair as he begins to wrap it around his digits and slowly jerk her head back and forth on his dick. His rough handling and tugging of her hair only increases the pleasure and arousal building in her as she continues to taste the masculinity in her mouth. 

Cautiously her eyes wander up to his face, staring right back into his dark gaze. The dark, rough, mysterious sight of them only make her want him even more, even though it was at his hands she has suffered unimaginable pain.

Alexander pulls his cock out of Alli's mouth with a slight pop from her deep suckles. Rubbing it on her face, he wipes away the saliva while pressing the hot, fleshy hardness against her porcelain-like face. Slowly he bends down to her ankles, massaging them softly before releasing them from the hand cuffs. His attention soon turns to the hand cuffs holding her wrists in place. Firmly Alexander grips her hand as he looks into her eyes. 

"Try anything stupid, and I'll see to it that it's the last thing you ever fucking do. Got it?" He tells her threateningly, his eyes full of aggression as he stares into hers. 

She slowly nods her understanding as he uncuffs both of the cuffs attached around her wrists. Without mercy, Alexander pulls and tugs the tight, rough rope off of her breasts, leaving the stinging of the dry burn into her skin as it's dragged against her sensitive and abused breasts. Thinking that she might be receiving kinder treatment from her captor, Alli yelps as Alexander roughly grabs her by the hair and presses her against the glass of the mirror, her breasts and stomach shown to all who stand on the other side of the mirror. Slowly the clear dildo attached to the electric box is pulled from her cunt as Alexander firmly pushes her against the glass, the clinging sounds of his belt as he undoes his pants the only sounds in the room.

Alli's body shivers with anticipation as she feels his fingers slowly rubbing her cunt. His slow rubbing is soothing to her sensitive, abused folds, almost relaxing and lovingly as he massages her labia. Letting out a soft moan of enjoyment, her body freezes as she feels the dildo rubbing against her tight rosebud of her anus. 

"Think I'd let you off that easily?" He whispers into his ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine as the toy slowly enters her ass hole. It slides in easily, slick with her own lubricant from her cunt. Alexander slowly stretches her tightest hole with the toy, pushing it in until it's all the way down to the flared base of the toy, paying no heed to Alli's grunts of discomfort. His fingers never stop toying with her cunt, paying strict attention to her throbbing clit and labia. 

Grabbing her hips with his free hand, he leans in closer to her. She can feel his warm breath and breathing in her ear as he comes closer to her. The soft whispers in Russian tingle her senses as she can feel the hot head of his dick slowly press against her soaked cunt. "You're going to know what it's like to have a real Soviet in you, my little slut." 

Without warning, his cock violently thrusts into her lady folds. Her moans are a mixture of pain and pleasure as his dick slams into her pussy. Before she can adjust to the stuffed feeling, Alexander slowly pulls his cock out of her tight cunt. Pulling it out all the way until the crown threatens to slip out, he thrusts hard into her, pushing it all the way to her cervix. With Alli's cunt stuffed with hic cock, Alexander toys with the toy stuck in her ass, pulling and tugging on it, only to keep it buried in her tight ass.

"What do you know, my little Capitalist slut?" He whispers into her ear softly as his thrusts become less violent into her cunt while he presses her body against his.

"I-I don't know anything you want to know." Alli tells him, her voice full of lust and want.

She's literally jolted out of her orgasmic want as the electric dildo once again flares up in her ass. Her body writhes on his dick, only to be held in place by Alexander. Slowly the electric feeling slows to nothing, leaving her ass hole clenched around the toy.

Rocking harder into her body, his dick fucks the tight silken walls of her cunt. Alli's breath becomes heavy from the feeling of being absolutely stuffed, pushed to the edge of orgasm. Soon her tight cunt begins to tighten around his dick as he pumps harder into her cunt, trying to break through the tightness. Alexander's hand slowly travels up her shaking body, finally wrapping his hand into her hair. Tugging her hair and head back, he whispers into her ear so quietly that only the two of them can hear it. "You're mine now. Cum like the little slut you are."

At his deep whisper, Alli's cunt clenches Alexander's dick as tight as ever as she cums over his dick. Unable to hold off any longer, Alli's body stills for a brief instant before her inner walls of her cunt collapse around his cock in the first pulsations of orgasm, spasms rocking her body in waves as the orgasmic feeling courses through her body. She slowly writhes and arches her back in pleasure for once as she slams her hips into his, prolonging the sensation of orgasm and the sweet vibrations of her cunt milking his dick. 

Alexander waits until her body calms from the orgasmic rush before bringing her back to reality. Finally he rips his cock from her tight wet hole and shoves her to her knees in front of him, his cock glistening with her cum a mere inch away from her mouth. Sedated from her mind blowing orgasm, she puts up no fight as he forces her down in front of him.

"Make me cum, or I'll destroy every hole of your body with that toy in your ass." He tells her threateningly. 

Before he can finish the sentence, Alli's head instinctively lowers onto his dick, planting a soft kiss on the crown of his cock before pushing her plush lips down his glistening shaft. A smile creeps across his face at how submissive she is, how subservient she is to his will. 

Alli's tongue slowly escapes her lips as it swirls around the tip of his cock, tasting herself on his throbbing tool. Her mind feels numb and only concentrates on pleasuring the masculine man before her kneeling body, forgetting the fact that it wasn't so long ago that the dick she is so lovingly pleasuring is attached to the man who has spent most of the day torturing her body for the information buried deep in her mind. Soon her plush lips lower down his shaft, inviting him once again into the wet heaven of her mouth, as her hand slowly wanders down between her thighs to her clit, screaming for attention once again. 

Her head slowly inches its way down his dick, taking all of him down her throat. Gagging softly around him as her lips near the base of his shaft, she advances forward still down his cock as the head slowly slides down the hot, tight depths of her throat. Finally she reaches the base of his dick as her nose presses against the light fuzz of his pubic hair. Alli pauses for a few moments, rubbing her nose against his pelvis with her mouth quite literally stuffed with his cock.

Audible grunts fill the room with the slurping sounds as Alexander can feel his balls churning towards orgasm. Staring down at her, the sight of seeing her mouth full of cock while her small fingers rubbing her clit sends him over the edge. Dropping the remote from his hand, he tightly grabs onto Alli's hair and forcibly slams her hard down his cock until her head is firmly pressed against his body. As Alli gags on Alexander's dick shoved into her mouth, it erupts down her throat, coating her mouth with his hot salty load.

Choking slightly from the unexpected flood of his cum, Alli savors the salty, masculine taste. She takes long, deep slurps of his cum as her throat sucks in his cock, all while keeping her lusty gaze onto his eyes. Alexander slowly pulls his cock from her mouth with a soft pop. Rubbing his cock off on her face, the reality of the situation falls back on Alli. As if snapping out of a trance, she feels humiliated by her actions. 

"Such a good little cock whore, aren't you?" Alexander asks as he presses his deflating cock against her cheeks. 

"Y-yes..." She says softly, in almost a whisper so that only they could hear. 

"Still don't want to tell Daddy what he wants to know?" He asks her teasingly at her situation, toying with her emotions.

Alli remains silent at his question. She catches his nodding to the window and moments later two uniformed men storm the room, roughly pulling her up and throwing her into the chair like a rag doll. Too humiliated, she puts up no fight as Alexander stares at her submissive handling. Chuckling to himself as the men again cuff her to the chair, he knows what will happen so will make her become more animated. 

He quietly pulls his pants up, tucking in his shirt and fastening his belt in silence as he watches his captive in her chair, the smell of sex filling the room. Whistling to himself, he walks over to the table behind Alli and picks up the manila file folder before sitting back down in the seat in front of her once again. 

"I have to admit," He tells her as she stares down towards the floor. "You are tougher than I expected. You deserve to be commended for that. But I am growing very impatient while you sit there with all of your secrets." His hand slowly opens the folder and flips through the papers again. "Maybe I should bring some other, 'motivators' for you."

Reaching out to her, Alexander places a picture of a person on Alli's naked legs. Immediately she tries to lunge for Alexander, but to no avail. Smiling to himself as he sits back in his seat, he knows he finally has her in his grasp.

"I must say, your sister is quiet lovely." Alexander tells Alli softly in a casual tone as he stares at the wild thrashing taking place in her chair. "Perhaps she might like to join us. A small trip from there to here could easily be arranged."

"You fucking bastard..." Alli tells him through gritted teeth, trying with all of her might to lunge for his neck. "You harm one fucking hair on her head and I'll kill you."

His laughs fill the room at her futile threats. "How would you like to be sitting in that chair with your sister splayed out across that table in front of you while I give her the same treatment I gave you earlier? Would that make you talk? Tell me what I want to know and I'll make sure she's as safe as can be. Otherwise, you'll have front row seats to the torture of your sister as she cries out for mercy, as she cries out for you. You chose, Alli."

Alli's breathing deepens as she watches the monster sitting before her. He could torture her all he wanted, but he finally struck a nerve, the only thing that would make her talk. Realizing defeat, a tear runs down her cheek as she must do what she has been avoiding all this time. Slowly she looks at him, trying to calm down from the rage and the desire to kill him, and asks him softly and dejectedly "What do you want to know?"