The Masterful Russian (The Masterful Series)

by Cordelia Gregory

  “Good, you have nice healthy breasts we can play with, he said tweaking the nipples painfully stretching them out as far as they would go before nipping at the ends. Lana gave another frustrated moan and whimpered as he did it again but still she did not say anything.

  “Let’s see what we are dealing with in here.”

  Gabriel moved down to her thighs and reached over to bend her leg and place her foot flat on the table as he peered over her vulva and did the same with the opposite limb. Then he used both hands to force them out to the sides and down so he could perform a pelvic examination. Something he had learned to do at Medical School and performed many times in his short life as a doctor before being recruited by GRU and then later United Global Defence.

  Lana whimpered again when he carefully opened her vulva and gently pulled apart the outer labia to examine its intricate, delicacy in front of the other men and those watching behind the mirror to induce a feeling of embarrassment and powerlessness. To his surprise he found some signs of arousal glistening over her clit and around the lips. Still it wasn’t enough to ease the path of his fingers to test her channel to see how large a dildo she could take when he really turned up the torment.

  “You have a very pretty vagina,” he said closing the lips before returning to the side of the room and the medical trolley to open a tub of lubricant that was placed next to three black rubber dildos of varying sizes, a speculum, needle, silken rope and other medical equipment. He dipped his middle finger into the tub and thickly coated its latex covering.

  Returning to Lana he once more peeled back the layers of her vulva and without warning began to insert his finger inside her channel.

  “Let me see what you can take in here,” he mused out loud feeling her body tense as he carefully pushed his digit up inside her. “Try to relax, Lana. Any time you want to talk to me please feel free to do so.”

  “I won’t give them up. Do what the hell you want,” she snapped sounding breathless. He continued and noticed a short while later she was lifting her pelvis up to meet the push of his finger inside her.

  Feeling the first signs of frustration creep inside his mind, conscious they were running out of time with the first conference meeting due to begin in an hour, he joined his middle finger with a second and thrust them hard up inside in one cruel motion, as far as he could get them, making her body jerk and her pelvis rise up from the table. She gave a startled cry but no protest as he wiggled his fingers inside her channel. Time to step things up. The Minister for the Environment was due to address a panel of international delegates, which the terrorist group had branded ineffective and liars, in an hour at the Guildhall and he needed to know where the suicide bombers were going to strike.

  “Good. Turn her over,” he instructed the men, snapping off his gloves to drop them in a bin next to the medical trolley. He snapped on a new pair in front of her as the men manhandled her onto her front.

  “I want her on all fours.”

  The Russian agent picked up the silken rope and returned to the table where Lana was now being held in an all fours position. He wasted no time in leaning over her back to begin winding the rope tight around each small pert breast. Gabriel made sure he wound it tight around each mound so she would feel the blood pool in them and they were forced to bulge out of the small breathing space he allowed for them. Very soon her breasts would begin to feel extremely sensitive which would heighten the sensation when he flogged them. But first he had other plans for her.

  He finished tying the rope behind her back listening to her pant with the uncomfortable tight feeling.

  “We can stop this at any point, Lana, just give me the information I need so I can save those innocent people you are going to kill just to prove a point.”

  Still nothing.

  Gabriel picked up the tub of lubricant and dipped the fingers on one hand into the tub. Using only one hand he opened the crease of her small peachy rump and studied the small dark puckered hole. He circled the entrance with his wet fingers coating it liberally.

  “Are you going to penetrate me there?”

  It was the first time she had asked what he was going to do next. She didn’t sound very happy. Her voice was timid.

  “Yes,” he said without compassion. “Do you want me to stop, Lana?”

  She closed her mouth and lowered her head and eyes to the table. He raised an eyebrow and continued his work diligently applying the lubricant before beginning to ease his wet middle finger inside her as he gripped one buttock to hold her trembling body steady. He had no intention of hurting the girl. He simply wanted her to realise he was the dominating force in the room she needed to obey. Gabriel heard her reach for her breath when he stretched his middle finger up inside her. It felt constricted and he was convinced she had never been mounted there. He was surprised

  “That’s it, breathe and get used to it. I may decide to insert something much larger than my finger soon,” he warned.

  Finally, his finger was embedded and he was free to push at the sides of the cavity to force it to stretch and prepare for whatever he decided to insert inside her body. After a small amount of time passed, he removed his digit and walked to another smaller table next to the medical trolley on which had been placed, a paddle, riding crop and a flogger. None of them appeared appropriate.

  Gabriel unbuckled his designer black leather belt on his trousers and noticed Lana turn to look at him, shocked when she heard him pull it out quickly from the belt loops.

  “How much pain from a belt whipping, can you take, Lana?” he asked.

  “It won’t be my first time,” she hissed with contempt staring at the belt as he folded it over and flexed it.

  “Perhaps not, but it will be the first one you have received one from me and every experience of pain is different.”

  Gabriel walked back to the table and circled the entrance to her anus with his finger once more before inserting it again and thrusting it hard inside as far as he could reach. Again, Lana’s body jerked and tried to rear despite her pants of need clearly audible around the room as the men holding her arms at the front kept her still.

  “Good girl. Stay still.”

  Standing to her side, Gabriel kept his latex covered middle finger in her anus to the hilt and raised his belt and brought it crashing down on one tender buttock with calculated force. Normally when spanking or whipping a woman, he would make the first strike softer than the rest to get her acclimatised to the sensation but he didn’t have time to be considerate. The message needed to be rammed home quick, sharp and to the point. Lana’s cry echoed loudly but the second thwack of his makeshift whip was already raining down on her opposite butt cheek forcing it to colour hot pink to match the first.

  By the time he’d penetrated her with a second finger to join the first and lashed the belt over her small posterior for the eleventh time, Lana’s light crying had grown into sobs but she would still not give in. He struck the belt over the fragile pale skin lining the backs of her thighs over and over again with a practiced even stroke but the woman would still not break her silence.

  Finding his temper begin to rile, he threw his belt to the floor and peered between her legs to view her pussy. She was soaking wet and clearly highly aroused but still not budging. He would have to take it further.

  “Stand her up now.”

  Lana was on her feet so fast it must have made her head spin.

  “Secure her arms above her on the hook and collar her.”

  The men assisting placed leather cuffs around her wrists and attached a chain through the loops on them. They secured the chains on a special hook hanging down from the ceiling in front of the mirror and pulled to tighten them forcing Lana up onto her tiptoes.

  While they finished their work, Gabriel selected a flogger from three. He stood behind her at an appropriate distance and raised the flogger. Lana’s eyes were wide as she stared at the mirror.

  “They are watching behind there, aren’t they?” She pante
d, staring directly at it and then glancing at the cameras observing her in the four corners of the room.

  “Yes.”

  “I won’t give in,” she shouted at the mirror. “No way.”

  “You will,” Gabriel said with determination raising the flogger to slap the leather strips expertly around the front of her body catching both her breast and the dark plum coloured nipple made erect from the rope forcing it to bulge out. He watched Lana stare at the mirror captivated by her own startled facial reaction as the leather strands erotically covered her breast in its entirety, shielding it from view, as it struck.

  The strands of leather slid away from her body like water. Using his left hand, Gabriel diligently applied the same technique to the second breast with equal strength forcing a yelp from Lana’s lips. Lana teetered on her tiptoes and tried to swing on her bonds to avoid the strikes across her tender breasts as he swapped the flogger from hand to hand but the Russian would never allow her to escape.

  As he slid the flogger away from one breast, the agent asked her again, “Are you ready to talk?”

  With a sob, she shook her head prompting him to make the next four strikes a little harder than the last. He needed to go further.

  Gabriel applied the last strike and put the flogger back down on the table. He turned to one of the men.

  “Bring in the cage and I will need an enema prepared.” He ordered the second man, “Put her back on the table at the bottom end on all fours.”

  Chapter 3

  The Russian United Global Defence’s agent instructions were quickly obeyed and Lana suddenly found herself facing an open cage just big enough to hold a woman of her size. Gabriel hovered over her and touched her damp cheek again,

  “Are you sure you aren’t ready to talk yet, Lana? I know you are heavily aroused. You must be aching for release,” he asked with sarcastic humour, glancing down to admire her light rosy breasts coloured from the flogging, still confined in their small breathing space by the rope he had wound around her chest.

  “No. I won’t betray them.”

  With a sigh, the Russian took hold of Lana’s pony tail and twisted it around his fist. Giving it a firm tug he made her move forwards.

  “Crawl across the table to the cage.”

  “No. I don’t want to go in there.”

  He pulled her hair again and with a sob she began to crawl towards the cage.

  “I hear you hate small places, Lana.”

  “It looks like it is made for chickens. I won’t fit in there.”

  “Yes, you will.”

  The agent encountered some resistance from the woman when she reached the entrance to the steel cage made up of small windows of steel bars. She was right, it did look as though it were made to carry chickens, he mused.

  “In you go,” he said giving her bottom a push.

  Panting, Lana shuffled into the small confined space. Gabriel quickly closed the door behind her noting with satisfaction that her ankles were perfectly positioned under her bottom and in the metal spreader bar built into the cage. He locked the door and slipped his hands through the bars and snapped the steel cuffs closed around her ankles. He did the same with the bar at the front that locked her wrists in place. To finish and make her helplessness more acute, he attached the small chain in the cage to her collar to keep her head up and facing straight ahead. This way she could see nothing that was going on behind her. Lana whimpered but he said no more to her. He had every confidence she was close to giving her senseless protest up.

  Peering between her thighs to her pussy, he was amused to find her labia even more wet and the insides of her thighs coated with her juice. She might be afraid but a large part of her was aroused.

  “What are you going to do to me?” she asked trying in vain to turn her head toward him, as he picked up one of the large dildos and lubricated it with the latex gloved hand he had not used to penetrate her anus.

  Gabriel ignored her and remained silent. This was his last chance to get through to her. They had less than half an hour left before the conference was to start. Lives would be lost if he didn’t get the information and he was damned if he was going to let that happen.

  Returning to the cage he swivelled it on the table so the end faced the mirror and the side so he could gain better access to her bottom. Pushing the large dildo through the bars, he clasped her bottom and pressed the tip of the black rubber cock to the opening of her pussy, beginning to gently insert it.

  “This is very big and is going to stretch you a lot. It will feel a little uncomfortable at first but I am confident you can take the full twelve inches,” he told her.

  She whimpered and moaned as he pushed it more firmly to embed the long wide length into the small confined space of her pussy, stretching it to the max as he did so. He had just about finished feeding the full length inside her channel when one of the men re-entered the room pushing in a stand with a bag filled with warm water hooked onto it and a tube descending.

  “Now, let’s get this enema done and you can tell me how you are feeling after that. Perhaps you will want to talk then.”

  “No, you can’t do this.”

  “Yes, I can. I have told you already. I can do anything I want to you. So, if you do not want to talk and give me the information I need, it is time to hush and obey.”

  The agent changed his latex gloves for the third time and reached through the bars to open Lana’s buttocks once more to lubricate the small hole. He took hold of the tube and began carefully driving it into her anus. Mewling sounds escaped Lana’s lips and he was surprised to hear some unexpected gasps of pleasure.

  It did not take long for him to feed the tubing along her channel. Turning to the nozzle he opened it, allowing the warm water to flow down the tube into her rectum. Lana gave a shriek as the water flowed freely inside her body. Gabriel reached through the cage underneath her to hold her abdomen enjoying the way the confined water made it swell to a pregnant size. He massaged it making sure the water moved without hindrance. When it was emptied into the colon, the agent turned off the nozzle and removed the enema tube

  “Hold the water,” he instructed.

  She was panting and whimpering again.

  “I feel so full.”

  “You will.”

  “I can’t. I can’t.”

  One of the two men waiting for instructions handed the agent a lubricated steel butt plug which Gabriel immediately placed in Lana’s anus to secure the water.

  He returned his hand to her stomach and rubbed it while he slipped his other hand to her pussy, smiling underneath his mask at having found it so wet. He caressed it lightly and played with her clit around the dildo.

  “How are you feeling?” he asked gently.

  “My stomach feels so uncomfortable.”

  “It will.”

  “My stomach is cramping and I have this uncontrollable urge to release the water. You have to let me.”

  “And how does it feel here?” he asked pinching her clit.

  “I don’t know.”

  “You are very aroused.”

  “Please let me release. I can’t take it anymore. Please. Let me out.”

  “When you tell me what I need to know and not before.”

  “My stomach…”

  She groaned loudly as he caressed the wet folds of her pussy and moved the rubber cock back and forth inside her channel.

  “You don’t know whether to feel pleasure or pain, do you?”

  Lana moaned and begged.

  “I can’t take anymore. I am going to come and lose control. You can’t do this to me in front of everyone. Please, please.”

  He chuckled.

  “Tell me.”

  She shook the cage trying to move and free herself and growled. Gabriel caressed her vulva rubbing his latex covered fingers back and forth in her heavy wetness and pumped the cock in and out of her harder until she bucked helplessly in the cage.

  “I can’t…”

  �
�Tell me.”

  “I am coming.”

  With a scream Lana climaxed, tormented by pleasure and pain and as she did she shouted out the information.

  “There are three men with suicide vests on. One is Charles Taylor. He works for the Minister. The other two are in the audience. They will already be in place.”

  “Good girl,” the agent soothed patting her sore bottom as her climax ceased and she slumped.

  He nodded at the mirror, knowing agents were already on the way to avert the bombing.

  “Get her out of the cage and to a bathroom. Then she will need aftercare,” he told the men taking off his latex gloves and surgeon’s mask to toss them onto the table with a sense of job satisfaction and relief. He picked up his belt and replaced it.

  “That was very impressive,” Claire Brody, the London head of United Global Defence stepped into the room.

  He nodded to the attractive older woman and checked his attire. She swept her eyes lustfully from his fashionably styled short dark brown hair flecked with blond down to his feet and spoke again.

  “I always like watching you work but I am afraid there is no time for rest. I have another job for you.”

  Chapter 4

  Gabriel Malinov charged into the Tube station at the height of the rush hour on a hot sunny morning in London. A large crowd was coming up the escalators signalling that a tube had just come in. He pushed past them and ran down the escalator. Taking advantage of his powerful strength, he jumped over the barrier and used his tall height to his advantage to see over the throng of people moving down. She had to be there. He’d seen her run in. Got you. Don’t go anywhere.

  The journalist was stepping off the escalator at the bottom. Gabriel pushed through the crowd trying to run down the escalator but it was covered in a sea of passengers who were more than reluctant to move and appreciate his urgency. She was getting away. He checked the small curved form of the journalist once more thinking how much thinner and fragile she looked compared to the photograph he had been shown of her. He liked her with a little more weight on those curves but then what did he expect after she’d spent the summer living undercover in Europe’s notorious refugee camp. He’d been told she was suffering from malnutrition and nervous exhaustion yet here she was still carrying on, putting her life at risk.