The Masterful Russian. Cordelia Gregory

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СКАЧАТЬ 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 panted, 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 СКАЧАТЬ