Russian Interrogation

It's 1965 and you are traveling in eastern europe. As you are drinking your wine, you feel drowsy and your head hits the table. You wake to find you are hanging by your wrists, completely naked in some sort of dungeon. You hear boots walking toward you and you turn to barely make out a woman in black leather. She lights a few lamps in the room as you plead with her to let you go. She turns and you see her dark wavy hair down to her shoulders. Her dark hairy eyebrows and long nose makes you think she is a native of this area. Through her red lipsticked mouth, she speaks in a thick Russian accent.

"You need to tell us who you talked to Mr. Green."

"What? No. I'm not Mr. Green. There's been as mistake. I'm on vacation."

She picks up a long black whip from a nearby table and comes closer. She holds the whip up to you nose and you smell leather and the faint scent of blood.

"I'm glad you won't tell me right away. But you will. They always do."

She goes behind you and you hear her boots move away. She stops and you hear the long part of the whip fell to the floor.

"I swear. I don't know what you're talking about."

You hear the squeak of leather pants just before you feel the sting of her lash across your back. You scream and beg her not to do that again. She laughs and the whip smacks your butt. Another comes qjcker and it wraps around you hip until the tip stings your dick.

She walks to where you can see her now. She pulls out a cigarette and lights it. Through the smoke, she asks, "Are you ready to talk?"

"You have the wrong guy. I don't know what you're talking about. Please let me go."

You hear footsteps approaching. When you hear two females speaking what you think is russian and suddenly you feel self-conscience about your nudity now that there are more woman approaching. Both are blonde, except one is wearing a green military outfit. She looks you up and down with her angry eyes and starts to remove her cap with its red star centered by a hammer and sickle. The other blonde is wearing a skirt and her blouse is revealing lots of cleavage. After taking you in, they sit at a wooden table and chat in russian. The soldier said something as she looked right at your dick.

The other one snickered and you ask, "What did she say?"

The dark haired one with the whip came close to my ear and said, " Big in body, but small in deeds."

You hear her stepping back into place and soon the crack of the whip lacerates your back. You try not to scream, now that the women are here, but you grunt out your pain. You feel two more stings across you hip and they land cuts across you stomach. The two at the table enjoying the show, open a wine bottle and pour some in two glasses like they are here for the entertainment.

The one in the uniform unbuttons it from around her neck and you start to see her chest more. She says something in russian.