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As a military cryptologist I am dispatched to a secret Army place separating broadcasts from Russia. I’m thinking about my laptop and listen to some movement behind me. I assume it is among my privates who left his cigarettes on the table and I throw them on my shoulder not bothering to look behind me. Incorrect assumption as I’m ambuushed by a Russian hit man sent to find out what army secrets I have deciphered before ruining me. He clamps his huge hand over mouth and holds my elbows tightly together behind my back hammering my fighting body down on the desk. I kick and struggle, but he’s much too strong to be discouraged by my efforts to escape his own tight grip and that he contrasts my elbows together brutally with a thin leather cord. The bastard XXXX a rag deep to my open mouth procuring it in with elastic bandage and in addition to that he wraps black electrical tape around and around my mind silencing me. He pushes me down to a chair and unbuttons my uniform groping and fondling my tits pulling my skirt up to grab my pussy. He begins to interrogate me I refuse to collaborate. He adds leather cords to my ankles pulling them off the floor and secures my wrists down tightly to te seat outwards. I refuse to provide him info although he threatens me and wraps his hairy hands round my throat. I gasp and choke but hold firm in my decision not to reveal anything to him. He brings the leather string up round the rear of the chair and ties it around my neck. One final chance to talk he states slapping my across the face. Your legs won´t encourage you he warns. He moves in closely and watches the leather string dig deep into the flesh around my throat as my legs begin to become emptied my body twitches. I tease and gurgle understanding the futility of my predicament and that my demise is inevitable. |
