He approached the men standing on either side of her, each holding one of her arms appearing unimpressed by her nakedness. They were handpicked for the task and gay.
“Remove the handcuffs and the gag. Hold her arms above her head,” he ordered in a firm voice betraying his Russian accent.
He stood before the woman’s smaller form as she fought the men the moment her hands were freed.
“Struggling will do you no good, Lana. Tell me where your boyfriend and the rest of the group are and where they are planning the attack. Then this will all be over,” he spoke in English.
Lana cursed and twisted her pretty features with disgust before spitting at him. Raising one dark eyebrow, Gabriel stepped out of the way to avoid it.
“Now. Now. That temper will not get you anywhere,” he told her in mocking tones while wagging his finger.
“Don’t talk to me like I am a child,” she shouted at him prompting Gabriel to roughly grip her chin and lean in close to her face. The agent lowered his surgeon’s mask.
“Why not when you behave like one.”
The Russian twisted Lana’s face roughly to one side and whispered in her ear.
“I know exactly how to persuade you to reveal the truth, kotyonok. I am very skilled at it.”
He felt her shiver as his breath caressed her ear. She closed her eyes, tightening her features for a second and then opened them again carving them with determination.
“You can torture me all you like, but I will not tell you anything.”
Malinov gave a small chuckle making her naked body visibly tremble. He moved even closer to her so this time, the neatly trimmed facial hair around his mouth and jawline seductively brushed against her pale cheek. He smiled triumphantly when he heard her gasp as they made physical contact.
“Oh, I think you will. I never give up.”
Gabriel swept his eyes over her body appreciating its female form and shape, the gentle slope of her hips and the swell of each breast. Simply because he could, he lightly brushed the backs of his fingers down the side of her body enjoying the softness of her pale skin. He heard her whimper and moan with surprised pleasure as he bent his head watching the progress of his hand along the curve of one breast and down the side of her stomach, allowing it to come to a rest on her hip.
“I think we should get started,” he said. “We will begin with an intimate examination to see what methods of persuasion will be most suitable for you. Then I will whip you and we can see how you feel after that,” he smiled, roughly letting go of her chin so her face jerked further to the side.
Gabriel replaced his mask around his mouth and walked to the side of the room to a medical trolley. He picked up some cream-colored latex gloves from it
“Lift her onto the table and hold her down,” he instructed.
“No. No. You can’t do this.”
The two men dragged Lana to a long table in the middle of the room and lifted her up onto it with her back resting on the cold, hard, shiny black surface. Gabriel snapped on the latex gloves and approached. The two men said nothing as they held Lana down by her shoulders, pinning her arms above her head on the table.
Gabriel bent over her and brushed her cheek with his latex covered finger while watching her struggle.
“Are you ready to tell me where Save the Planet are planning their terrorist attack? We know it is going to be today, here in London at the start of the Environmental conference but we don’t know where or exactly when. You are going to help us with that.”
“No fucking way. We are going to make a statement to the world about climate change. People will really sit up and listen after this.”
He continued stroking her cheek.
“I find it interesting you talk about Saving the Planet and how noble you are but you don’t care about anyone on it. Are you really prepared to kill innocent people just to get your message across? It seems to defeat your purpose and your cause. No one is going to support you after this.”
“They will. We have no choice. No one is listening to us. The planet is dying. Drastic measures are needed to make the world sit up and listen before it is too late. We plan to…”
“Yes, go on.”
“No way. I won’t fall for your tricks. I have said enough. You won’t get anything else out of me. Do your fucking worst.”
The Russian grinned down at her underneath his surgeon’s mask.
“So be it. But I guarantee you will be wanting to give me the information very soon.”
He turned his head to look down at her chest rising and falling quickly with anxiety and removed his finger from her cheek. The agent swept his eyes over her breasts and cupped both of them. He tightened his grip around them and painfully squeezed them hard, lifting them to force the globes back up her chest. Lana gave a small squeal that was quickly followed by a breathless moan when he repeated the action then clamped her mouth shut tight.
“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
