"I am from S.P.E.C.K."

Just as Liz was about to nod off, the door before opened and radiant light streamed in, blinding her momentarily. In walked a tall, statuesque blond dressed in a uniform she had never seen before. Her face was fiercely beautiful with full pouting lips and deep set violet eyes. She wasted no time as the door thudded to a loud, deafening close behind her. She walked right up to Liz and smiled cattily. "Good evening, Liz," she began. "I am Katarina Vetrovna. I am from SPECK. S-P-E-C-K," she spelled out as she pointed to the patch on the shoulder of her uniform. "That stands for Special Private Elite Corps of the Kremlin. I will be your everything while you are here. I am your jailor, your confidant, your trainer, your lover, your Mistress, and your only link to reality. We will be spending lots of time together, you and I." She started taking off her uniform in the dim light of the room. She neatly folded each piece and laid it on a chair in back of her. She now stood before Liz wearing a black leather bustier and black lace panties with thigh high black boots. She sauntered up to Liz and put her hand between her thighs, gently caressing them all the way up to her most secret parts.

"What are you going to do to me?" asked Liz.

"Anything it takes. Anything I want to," she cooed in response. "Let's take a good look at what's under the towel." She did not remove Liz's towel, but gently lifted it to examine Liz's soft, pouting bare mound. "What a beautiful pussy!" she remarked. "It looks so nice and soft, and totally fuckable. It would be a shame if I allowed all the men under my command to ruin such a pristine example of womanhood. Worse if I allowed them to impregnate you. You wouldn't like that, I'm sure."

Liz could feel Katarina's fingers dance lightly all over her vulva and she felt an urge to moan, which she suppressed just barely. Why was she getting turned on by all of this? Even the thought of Katarina forcing her to become pregnant was a turn on even though she knew she didn't want it to happen. She felt a finger slip inside her and she gasped. "No! I don't want to be pregnant!" she softly cried out.

"If I want you to be pregnant, you will be pregnant!" Katarina growled in a husky voice. She worked a second finger up inside Liz. "Such a sweet pussy. Your wetness betrays you, as I knew it would. You're afraid and excited about a pregnancy **** on you. You are a pregnancy slut!" she laughed in a lilting voice. Then she tore off Liz's towel, exposing all of her at once. "Such a beautiful, perfect body to ruin with pregnancy," she cooed in Liz's ear.

"Please don't!" Liz cried out in shame. She was now fully on display for Katarina's viewing pleasure. She blushed profusely as the shame of being stripped naked while being fingered washed over her.

"You will refer to me as Mistress Kat," she responded as her free hand felt Liz's right breast. She took the erect nipple into her mouth and began to suck on it.

Having her nipple sucked while being fingered brought Liz to new heights. She wanted it to stop. Or did she want more? "Please Mistress Kat!" she cried.