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 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
