Slowly, sensually she moved her hands across her stomach, then upwards to cup her breasts as she rocked, bouncing one after the other, alternating them to the beat of the song. Swaggering towards the crowd, she pulled one guy into her chest as others reached out to insert Pesos into her thong. Yulia looked over at Valdez and then turned around, bending down, her crotch only inches from the face of one guy, who grinned like a kid in the candy store as he took the 5,000 bill in his hand and pulled the crotch of Yulia’s thong out, blatantly shoving the money between it and her pussy.
Even from his angle Valdez could tell Yulia was turned on. When the guy held up a finger to his and his buddies’ noses, Valdez could see it glistening with Yulia’s juices – he had to have her!
The under-cover Agent turned back to the pole, virtually naked, spinning on it to the music, swaying to the beat, as she danced for the crowd’s delight.
It turned out that Agent Novikova was in fact a very good stripper!
She continued to work the pole, undulating her body up and down the shining steel rod, humping it, jerking it, making love to it. It drove the crowd wild, and one man in particular was a little more wild than the rest.
Moving away, Yulia slowly lowered herself towards the crowd until she was on her knees, thrusting her crotch forward and back, humping the stage to the heavy beat while she pulled the sides of her thong up her hips with her hands, splitting the lips of her pussy for all to see …
Valdez’ Apartment at Park Araucano, Downtown Santiago
It was almost becoming light again by the time Yulia left Valdez’s apartment, almost but not quite … and she was not alone. When he was done fucking her and using her body to his aggressive, arrogant satisfaction, Valdez insisted that she was driven home by one of his ‘men’
“It’s fine, really,” Yulia had protested, “Puedo conseguir un taxi …”
But Valdez would not hear of it, and so she was to be accompanied home, and his men were under strict instructions to watch and keep her safe until she was actually inside her apartment building.
The Russian Agent had become suspicious when Valdez, his fingers buried deep inside her naked body, had said something about Pinochet and how ‘when such a dictatorship returns’ girls like Yulia would be used as ‘fuck-toys’ for the military. She had thought it a random and somewhat vicious comment, but fortunately her gasping response was heavily influenced by the additional finger he pushed deep into her pussy …
Yet why had he made such a statement? It was careless of him, or maybe it wasn’t. Yulia could not be certain of how she had reacted beyond the sensation of being savagely fingered, and wondered if she just might have fuelled any suspicions, that he had about her.
And as Yulia sat up in bed leaning on the steel frame of her bed head, pondering her situation, she realised that now he knew exactly where she lived!
Departamentos P Apartment Building, Barrio Lastarria, Downtown Santiago, Republic of Chile
Yulia lay on her bed, on top of the sheets, huddled in a foetal ball, wearing nothing but her thin nightdress. The meagre covering made her feel even more vulnerable … it had only taken one night, the first night, for Valdez to visit the club, and now here she was huddled in a shivering ball uncertain what to do.
Should she contact Enrique? But if she did, and somehow, she or her room, had been ‘wired’, then such contact could give away the entire Russian SVR Operation here in Santiago. Despite Yulia being convinced that she had been compromised, there was no way she could put any emergency procedures into place just yet.
But as she lay in the dusk and night began its early metamorphoses into morning, Enrique’s words came back to haunt her.
“You must be careful Yulia, the bastards inside A Suffusion of Yellow are extremists, followers of Pinochet’s doctrine. They want a dictatorship to rule in Chile, and they want Russia out of the way.”
Yulia squeezed her eyes shut as more of Enrique’s words came into her head, “Pinochet’s followers practice his interrogation methods too … so you MUST not be caught. If you are … then you have the pill.”
She glanced down at the small tin box that rested on her bedside table, and her knees went weak at the thought of the implication.
Picking up her phone, despite knowing that she shouldn’t, Yulia swiped to Wiki page entitled ‘Villa Grimaldi – Pinochet’s Main Detention Centre … and she read -This is an insight into the torture experienced by women at Villa Grimaldi. Sexual torture was used as a mechanism of terror, in which “male torturers threatened women prisoners with rape and humiliated them on the basis of their bodily functions”. Torture was used as tool for both emasculation of male subjects and for humiliating female revolutionaries. One instance documented describes an interaction between a female detainee and male torturers, who force her to undress, then laugh as they electrocute her and watch the menstrual blood drip down her legs …’
Yulia felt sick and convinced herself that she was simply waiting for a knock on her apartment door.
But when it came, there was no knock, the door was simply kicked in. A scream was all she had time for as the bag was thrust over her head and Yulia was bundled out of the building … the cyanide pill was still in its small metal tin by her bedside.
Diseñada como Villa Grimaldi somewhere in Santiago, Republic of Chile
Opening the viewing hatch Valdez glanced at the girl in the cell on her bed. Yulia had retreated into a small ball, her back against the stone wall, her arms around her knees, her forehead resting on them. The little cat was suddenly a lot more scared than she had been before. She made no movement as his compardres entered the cell carrying a tray with a slab of bread, a little cheese and water in an unbreakable plastic cup. At Valdez’s nod, the man set them down.
Yulia had not broken under the initial questioning (see A Suffusion of Yellow 1), but equally knew that her interrogation was far from over.
As the door slammed closed Valdez remained in the cell and watched as Yulia looked up at him.
“Eat!” He instructed.
She ate with her fingers since they hadn’t given her any utensils, small bites. When she pushed the food away, he went and stood over her. There was still some bread, some cheese.
“Finish it.”
“I can’t.”
It made him furious. He caught her chin roughly in his fingers, digging in.
“Not everybody in Santiago has enough food, little cat. Some people out here starve. Finish your fucking meal.”
He let her go, frowning when he saw the fading white of his fingers turn to angry red on her jaw. She reached for sparse meal again, the piece of bread, her hand shaking. She took a bite as he watched. She was chewing. She tried to swallow and she gagged a little, finally getting it down. She looked up at him and flinched.
He was going to hit her.
Fuck.
“SLAP!”
Hit her again.
Her face was still red on that side. It didn’t matter. He was going to do worse to her. He jerked the bread from her hand, and tossed it in the corner.