Author's note: I know many would not consider this BDSM, but I do. It's his will and power over her, his control, that made me continue to classify this as BDSM. Unlike most the others in this series, this one is decidedly more plot based than the others, so that the fourth and final(?) part will be reasonably long instead of multiple and multiple pages. I highly recommend reading the others first before continuing with this. Hope you enjoy!
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Days pass by since Alli chose to save her dear and close sister from the hands of her Russian Interrogator instead of keeping the location of her lover safe from the Communist Regime searching out any dissidents in the Moscow Underground. The days spent in her cell, isolated, are her small comforts from his brutal, yet twistedly affectionate hands. Apart from being dragged out of bed to be cleaned and occasionally going to the door to grab the bread and water when her hunger pains became unavoidable, Alli never left the bed of her prison cell, curling up into a ball under the blanket and sobbing softly until her interrogator would be calling upon her again.
The sound of footsteps outside the cell door jolts Alli out of her depressed state. Out of terror, she retreats into the far corner of the bed, grasping the blankets as if they were going to save her from the hell that awaits her. Making a loud, creaking sound, the door slowly opens, revealing two of the Russian men whispering among themselves. Finally noticing the door has opened all the way, the larger, more rugged looking of the two stops midsentence, only to slowly walk into the room, followed by another Russian soldier. Slowly they make their way to her bed, one stopping at the foot of the bed, the other walking closer to the head of the bed all the while another Russian soldier stood at the door way, a nervous look taking up his face.
Without warning, the man at the foot of the bed reaches forward to rip away the blanket clutched in Alli's weak grip. Trying to cover herself the best she can, the other men laugh at her, exchanging snide comments about her as the move closer into her, as if they were the cat and she the mouse, trapped in the corner of the room with nowhere to go. Their hands roughly grab her as they pull away her limbs covering her nakedness.
Alli's screams and pleas for help reverberate through the empty prison cell as the men begin to toy with her body. Rough fingers find her pussy as they spread her labia and begin to finger fuck her. She tries yet again to scream, only to find a rag shoved into her unwilling mouth to silence her. Laughing to themselves, the two Russian men slowly begin to unfasten their pants, letting them drop to the floor to reveal their hardening cocks. Suddenly they stop themselves upon hearing the hurried and frantic whispers of the Lookout.
Anxiously the men try to put their pants back on, attempting to wipe away any trace that they were there, but they were too late. Alexander angrily storms into the room as the men clasp back on their belts. In his fury, Alexander fist comes crashing down upon the rugged looking soldier. The force of the blow knocks him down only for a second before rising back up and standing at attention, as if nothing happened. Alexander yells in an irate tone of Russian as the rugged looking soldier remains silent, occasionally nodding his understanding.
Alexander's dark eyes occasionally glance down at Alli, seeing the horror in her eyes. Soon he orders the men out of the room, not looking at them as they give Alli malicious stares behind his back. Gradually Alexander walks over to Alli's bed, sitting beside her casually.
"Please forgive me for the actions of my men." He tells her as he slowly places his hand on her back. "They have been away from their home for a long time, and do not know better. It will never happen again."
Sniffling from the tears, Alli's lips remains silent at his attempts of comforting and consoling her. In her mind, there are so many things she wants to say to her Sadistic Protector, some good some bad. Part of her wants to thank him for his protection, yet the other part of her mind screams at her for wanting to be thankful to her interrogator, her torturer.
"Thanks..." She finally says after a few moments silence. Her eyes shut tightly as she can feel his intent stare upon her. The hairs on Alli's back stand on end as his hand slowly rubs the small of her back in an almost affectionate way that only adds further to the twisted and conflicted image of him in her mind.
"They will be severely dealt with, I assure you." He tells her softly as his rough hand continues its rhythmic rubbing. "I will look into the matter personally."
Before Alli's mind can argue over what to say next, Alexander slowly leans forward to Alli's ear. "Like I told you before, you're all mine." He whispers in a soft tone before letting his tongue escape his lips, lightly probing her ear lobe with it. Alli's eyes close tighter than before as does her legs, trying to mask the slight scent of her arousal. Letting out a soft chuckle, Alexander quickly rises from the bed as he turns towards the door. "I will be back tonight. We have things to discuss after I'm finished with some... disciplinary actions." He says while pausing within the doorway.
The door slams shut moments later. From outside the small cell, Alli can hear the loud Russian yelling of Alexander at the soldiers softly through the walls. Reaching for her blanket, Alli slowly lays back down onto her bed, curled up as she listens to her protector.
Lying in her bed, Alli cannot help but to think about Alexander. Her mind is torn between hate and actual, physical want of him. No one had ever been that rough with her body, yet no one had made her feel that good at the same time. In the back of her mind, Alli knew Alexander some level of connection with her. She could see it in his eyes, feel it in his affectionately cruel hands. Slowly she falls asleep as Alexander's yelling continues to softly comes through the cell walls.
Hours pass by until Alli finally awakens in her dark prison cell, the only light coming from the pale moon from her small window. Lying motionless on her bed, Alli lets out a small smile, the first in weeks, about her dream. Deep inside of her, Alli wished it were true, that she wasn't locked away in this cell, that Alexander didn't have to torture her before screwing her, that it would be a better existence than being stuck and locked inside this dark and cold cell.
The sound of keys pressing into the door of her cell jolts Alli out of her groggy state as she bolts upright, clinging to her blanket as her only security. Slowly the door opens as the light from the hallways, dim as they may be, temporarily blind her. Alexander walks into the room unhurriedly, carrying a small lantern in his hand as the door to her cell closes behind him. Knowing that it is him, that she was safe with him, her grip on the blanket loosens, letting it fall and expose her breasts. With his foot, Alexander pulls the stool away from the wall closer to Alli's bed. Eyes locking onto hers, he slowly sits down on the stool, placing the small lantern on the floor at his feet, still giving plenty of light to see each other's faces.
"Told you I would be back." He tells her softly, a smirk coming across his face. "It seems you have a large problem, Alli."
Her cunt becomes slick at his mentioning of her name, something she's never experienced with anyone before. "What do you mean?" She asks softly, trying to mask the arousal and excitement in her voice with her softer than usual voice.
"It seems Christoffel was not where you said he would be." Alexander tells her as he folds his arms across his chest. "There seems to be lots of discussion over what to do with you, Alli." Again he says her name, knowing that she was being turned on by the mere mention of her name.
"What do you mean?" She asks in a whisper, her mind thinking the worst.
"They're discussing whether you're a lying little whore that should be disposed of by firing squad, or whether you were telling the truth and your Christoffel was tipped off."
"No! You have to believe me Alexander. I told you all that I know. That was where he usually is!" She tells him, the desperation in her voice glaring.
"Right now..." He tells her over her desperate pleas for trust as he slowly rises from the small stool to sit right next to Alli. "The men who make the decision are split right down the middle. Some want to get rid of you, others want to keep you around to see what more you know. I'm sure that some will change their mind once I give my opinion on what to do with you."
"Please Alexander!" She pleads with him as she gets up from the bed, only to beg on her knees in front of him. "Please don't let them kill me. I'm begging you!"
"Hmpf. I want you to beg for something else to change my mind." He tells her, gently nodding his head to the growing bulge in his green slacks.
Without any hesitation, Alli gives into his demands, partially filled with actual want of him, yet overcome with desperation to survive. "Please, will you let me suck your dick, Alexander?" She asks softly as her hands slowly work their way up his muscular thighs.
Nodding his approval with a smile, Alexander slowly leans back onto his elbows. Alexander's eyes intently lock onto her hers as Alli's small hands slowly toy with the leather belt before unzipping his pants. His body stiffens as he feels her small cool hands grasping his hot throbbing cock as she fishes it out of his pants. Giving it a few small strokes, Alli slowly lowers her head to Alexander's dick, never breaking eye contact.
Planting a small kiss on the tip of his cock, Alli slowly parts her lips to accept him into her mouth. Keeping only the head of his dick in her mouth, her tongue swirls around and massages the tip while her hands work and stroke his shaft. His soft grunts of enjoyment only push Alli's strokes and tongue swirling to go faster around his cock.
