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
