“I need to use the bathroom,” she said.
He got up and reached for the key in his pocket, unlocking her cuff. He gestured.
“That way.”
Yulia got herself painfully up off the floor, rubbing her wrist. He could see deep purple bruises on her left arm where he’d gripped her, several sets. Her face was still a little swollen on the left side from the slap. She even had bruises on her jaw from his fingers.
Exiting the cell, Valdez followed her. Her nightdress was open at the front and torn at the back and the way it accentuated the sway of her firm ass mesmerised him. She truly was a beauty.
Yulia slipped into the bathroom, as he stood guard leaving the door open, and he yawned rubbing his hair with his open hand. He could have let the door close, there was nowhere for her to go up there, no weapons she could use, but he was enjoying the view.
She came out minutes later and held her wrists out submissively without being asked. With the restraints on Yulia set off back towards the cell only to feel a hand on her shoulder.
“You move this way little Puta, now it is time for us to begin again.”
Diseñada como Villa Grimaldi somewhere in Santiago, Republic of Chile
Valdez returned to the table, the cheap plastic topped one, standing over her … just waiting, every second adding to her mental agony. Yulia finally looked up at him. Her cuffs had been removed.
“Are you going to kill me now?” she asked.
“It doesn’t have to be that,” he answered.
He flipped the chair around, straddling it.
“You are an SVR Agent?” The statement was said as a question.
She looked away, before looking back at him.
“My name is Yulia Jelic, and I am a dancer.”
She was lying. He was sure of it. She wasn’t a good liar at all. He got up, flipping the chair around in one motion and slamming it onto the floor. Yulia flinched.
Damn right she should flinch.
He took her arm and hauled her to her feet. She winced and he remembered the bruises. He let go, crowding her.
“Strip,” he said.
Yulia knew this had been coming, and to be honest the torn nightdress was offering her virtually no cover whatsoever. But the effect of her pulling the cotton fabric over her head to expose her fully naked body underneath was a statement on the part of Valdez and one that was compelling in its eroticism to every last man in the room … and there were six of them.
He took her left wrist and re-cuffed it, before repeating the action with her left. The cuffs were locked so tightly that Yulia winced as the restraint bit into her flesh.
“On your knees Puta.”
Valdez looked down, backing away from her as, with an obvious resigned reluctance, she slowly got to her knees, facing him, naked, breathing hard.
He let his eyes roam over her body as she tested the restraint, tugging at each cuff. He had never seen a more gorgeous girl … breasts trembling, creamy curves, her nipples swollen and dusky red. Valdez circled her and and she turned to watch him anxiously. His gaze drank in every inch of her nudity, “You have an incredible body Miss Jelic, we will take great pleasure in taking it apart piece by piece …” he said quietly as he stood once more before her.
“Diego …” Valdez addressed one of the other men.
“Yes, Valdez.”
“Have you ever had the opportunity to use one of these on such a beautiful body?
He held up a studded, leather paddle.
“No, my friend, never on such fine-looking flesh.”
Yulia’s eyes widened and her head shook.
“Well, my friend we’ll need to change that, now won’t we? Would you like to try it on our little Russian slut here?”
“I’m not Russ …” but Yulia cut short her objection.
“Yes, please, Valdez, very much so.”
“Very well then. I am giving you the honour, Diego.”
“Thank you, thank you!” Diego was clearly very happy to assume such responsibility.
With that Senior man handed the cruel-looking implement over to his subordinate, who tapped it against his palm to test how it felt. Stripping off his shirt the long-haired Terrorist revealed his tattooed torso as he prepared for the task that had been given to him.
Yulia gasped in horror and disbelief as the young man showed her the implement, then yelled out as Valdez placed his foot between her shoulder blades and pushed her to the ground so that she rested upon all fours, her exposed ass high in the air.
Diego moved behind her prostrate form and began teasing her, gently rubbing her vulnerable bottom with the implement. Yulia struggled desperately in her attempt to stand, but the cuffs at her wrists, having been adjusted to secure her wrists at the front of her body, had now been resecured to a clip-hook in the floor, and so they held tight meaning that she could barely move, let alone escape.
She sensed the movement behind her as Diego, smiling coldly, tapped the paddle against her left ass-cheek one final time, and then struck hard with a cruel blow.
A loud SMACK and an anguished cry of pain announced the beginning of what would be a long and very painful session for the captured Agent.
SMACK … SMACK … SMACK …
Slowly and methodically the man struck his victim, first on the left side, then on the right, before then striking hard across both agonised bottom-cheeks.
“Arghhhhh! No …no …por favor … piedad …no mas … AIEEEEEEEEE!!!!! … por-fa … por favor … tenga piedad…”
Yulia’s anguished cries and desperate pleas in Spanish filled the room as the paddle continued to strike her tormented ass. The only pause came when she pitched forward and started to fall flat, but Valdez himself stepped in and grabbed her hair, pulling brutally upwards in order to ensure that she maintained position.
The hapless Agent continued to scream but it was to no avail as the beating continued until they were ready to stop. Her bottom was painfully swollen and deep red in colour, and Valdez could see that she was teetering on the brink of exhaustion.
He Knelt before her and once again using the grip of his fist in her hair, he held her face to his.
“So, Miss Jelic, have you had enough yet?”
Silence. Valdez smiled a menacing smile.
“Who are you working with, and who for. Tell us the name and location of your contacts and you can then go free.”
Did anyone know that she was here? Did Enrique know? Was there even a slim chance that she could be saved? Yulia had to believe that there was some sort of positive answer amongst those questions.
“Tell us what we need to know Yulia.”
“My name is Yulia Jelic, and I am a dancer.”
“Call Manuel, it’s time to move the interrogation up a gear.”
And so, we bring the first phase of Yulia’s interrogation and incarceration to a close … but her suffering at the hands of Pinochet Following Activist’s Group, A Suffusion of Yellow, is far from over … Yulia’s torment continues in “Tea Time of the Soul – Sexpionage 7”