Welcome the GSG 9!

The whole room goes dark.

“Am I dead?” You think to yourself. “Is it possible to think if you are dead?”

Several beams of bright light fill the room as you hear a German accented female voice boom, “down, down, down… get the fuck down on the ground.”

“YOU, WITH THE GUN! UNCOCK THE GUN AND DROP IT.”

“You can hear the metallic rustle as the gun falls to the floor and slides across the concrete.”

“Now get down, right the fuck now!”

Sophia drops to her knees with her head over behind her back, Nancy is already on the ground quietly whimpering.

“All the way! Get all the way down… ALL THE WAY DOWN OR I SWEAR!”

Sophia quickly lies face down pressing her large breast against the cold cement floor.

“YOU IN THE CHAIR! DOWN!!”

“I… I can’t move… my hands and feet are secured to the chair. I… please… I can’t.” You persist.

“Keep your hands on the chair. Don’t move them or I’ll blow your fucking head off.” The German woman warns you as she circles around your chair her gun steadily aiming at your chest.

When she finally realizes your predicament her cheeks slightly flush. You are a little amazed yourself to find a woman in her late twenties dressed up in a one piece jumpsuit that zipped up the middle of her chest down to her public mound. Even though the jumpsuit is tight on her you can still see two large budges where her on her chest. She has platinum blonde hair which cascaded down a narrow yet beautiful face.

“Natasha, der zweite boden ist klar. Ich wiederhole, der zweite boden klar. Kopie?” A male voice comes over a two-way radio hooked to the blonde’s slender hip.

“Kopie dass Ivan. Affejunge, was ist ihres status?” The German answers; her gun never deviating from its original position.

“Dritter boden. Suchen das letzte Zimmer jetzt Kapitän.” A new male answers back.

“Wir haben den äußeren Umfangchef gesichert. Kopiert das?” A third male informs the blonde.

“Über und aus.” The blonde smiles, “Affejunge, was ist ihres condition?”

“Condition grün. Dritter boden ist klar.” A voice that sounds a lot like the second males voice answers.

“Guter arbeitender Affenjunge. Halten Sie Ihre Positionen.”

“Bailey, Sasha, Derrick… Ergreifen Sie diese zwei Mädchen und nehmen Sie sie zum Erdgeschoss zurück... Handschellen Sie. Ich will mit diesem einem allein sprechen. Verlassen Sie einen Sack. ”

“Ja Meine Dame!”

Three burly men rush in grabbing Sophia and Nancy and are out just as quickly, setting down a bag before they go.

“Where are you taking them…” You ask concerned for their safety.

“No need to worry young man, your friends will be safe. I have some question that need answered and well… depending on how you answer… these could be a very enjoyable experience or this could be… how should I put it? The wrong answers could be… very detrimental to your health.”

“I don’t know anything.”

“…but, I have not asked my questions yet.”

You nod your head in agreement.

“Good, I trust I won’t have to be using this.” The German woman wiggles her gun in her hand before placing it into her holster. “My first question I must ask is… what is your name.”

“I’m John Doe. What is your name?”

“Excellent! I suppose it is only fair. My name is Natasha Veicht.
Tell me, John Doe; why are you strapped to a chair in the basement of the Kamp’s mansion?”

“I’m a journalist for the River Heights Newspaper. I was writing an article on the teen detective Nancy Drew. She took an assignment to locate and return Summer Kamp to the family estate. We were beginning to do an interview with Mr. Kamp. I had to use the restroom and when I came back Mr. Kamp and Miss Drew where missing. Sophia and I found this room and… well… here I am.”

“Yes. Here you are Mr. Doe.” The blonde smirks as her eyes wonder over your erection. “Moving on. What do you know of the Eros Cult?”

“Eros Cult…?”

“Yes John… are you telling me you have never heard of them?”

“The name doesn’t sound familiar.”

“Okay John, have it your way.” Natasha pulls her pistol out, raises it in the air, and fires off two rounds in secession, quickly pressing the nuzzle of the gun against the head of your cock before quietly placing it back into her holster.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

“Natasha, ich habe gehört, dass Schüsse gefeuert haben. Sind Sie in Ordnung?”

“Alles ist fein hinunter hier Sasha. Über und aus.”

“I’m sorry John. It’s a shame to tarnish such a perfect specimen as yours but I need you to tell me the truth!”