Author's note: The following was written for someone special and I decided to share it on here. It's my first period piece, so go easy on me. Also, I classified this as BDSM instead of Nonconsent/Reluctance since it does deal with many BDSM elements and play.
The young woman's muffled gagged screams for help fill the cold desolate interrogation room. Alli had lost track of time as she sat bound to the steel chair. Her short term memory seemed like a giant blur to her. The last thing she remembered was stepping out of the shower, toweling her body off before blacking out. Eventually she came back to consciousness, only to find herself naked, gagged, and bound to a chair under the only light in the cold room.
Behind the large, two way mirror stood over a dozen Soviet K.G.B. and Military Officers. The Observation Room was filled with the smoke from the cigars as the Uniformed Men watched the Capitalist American Spy bound to the chair. For most of them, it was a joyous moment. They had finally found the troublesome spy codenamed Raven, undoubtedly derived from her long, raven black hair. The Officers in the room felt somewhat insulted by the mere fact that the American C.I.A. thought they would deceive them by sending a young woman to help in aiding the attempts to bring down the Soviet Union. Among the upper hierarchy of the officers, it was an unspoken agreement that she would be given no special treatment. She would be the subject of special interrogation techniques. That is why one of the uniformed officers was standing in the room.
Colonel Alexander stood stationary in the corner of the room while the other officers talked among themselves. The sweet cigar smoke played with his nostrils as he stood eyeing the girl on the other side of the mirror. This was the part that always drove him crazy when they caught the big fish. All of the talking and bullshitting between the old Comrades in the room was slowly eating away at his patience. They didn't fly him all the way from the Vietnam Border just to listen to the stupid talk between the men. He was brought in because he was widely acknowledged in the close military circles as the best interrogator that Mother Russian had.
Whenever Mother Russia called for his services, he would be there gladly to serve. It was at his hands that many nations' best spies spilled their deepest, darkest state secrets before being disposed of, either in an unmarked grave, or being just another nameless prisoner in the Siberian Gulags. They kept him while on duty wherever the hottest military hot spots were. Whenever a person of extreme interest was captured, it was Alexander who would do his patriotic duty to the Great Struggle.
Peering over the various officers in the room at the young American Spy, he could tell that he would be having fun while he makes her talk. Alexander loved interrogating the women spies that would come his way. Never had he had the pleasure of interrogating an American female Spy. The fact that she was an American told him she would be easy to break after her futile resistance. They didn't have the spirit or the will of the Hungarian or Vietnamese freedom fighters. Those types of interrogations took days, sometimes months to break. This American Spy would be singing by the end of the night.
As Alexander stood in the smoke filled room watching his subject from afar, he could not help noticing how much prettier she was compared to the others he interrogated. Her hair was somewhat straight, not like the dirty, nappy tangle of hair, and raven black. Its blackness was a lovely contrast to the creamy, porcelain-esque skin. All of these were factors that clearly led to her posting deep within the heart of the Soviet Union. Without a doubt, she had been in all probability sent to use her body and looks to obtain the information for her Handlers back at the American C.I.A.
He stands in the corner of the room as the cigar smoke continues to fill the room. His eyes wander over the other Officers in the room as his fingers rub the leather handle of the black leather bag in his hands, a small sign of impatience. Still his demeanor is serene. The bag is somewhat heavy in Alexander's hands. He hated carrying it around with him to each interrogation, but then what good would a doctor be without his tools?
Soon the large, fat K.G.B. Officer motioned for some of the men to leave. Their presence was not necessary, and almost a security hazard, for the interrogation. In mere moments, one five men remain in the room. The Colonel nods to Alexander, giving him the signal to begin his interrogation of Codename Raven. Alexander bites down on his tongue to keep from smiling as he marches out of the room, his bag in one hand, a manila file folder in the other.
The two guards standing by the Interrogation Room salute Alexander before opening the heavy metal door for him. Alli's head snaps up as she hears the door open and the tall, uniformed officer walks into the room. Her body becomes slightly aroused as she notices his eyes scanning over her naked and bound body. Alli doesn't know whether to be frightened or comforted by Alexander's warm, welcoming smile as he watches her body. Walking over to the wooden table at the far end of the room behind Alli, he carefully places his bag down and pulls the small wooden chair from the desk over to where Alli sits.
Sitting in front of her, his face is expressionless as he stares into her eyes, seeing to his excitement the fear in her bright eyes. His hands slowly reach into the breast pocket of his jacket and pulls out a long, slender cigarette and lighter. Keeping his eyes fixated upon Alli, he slowly lights up and takes a long drag of the cigarette. After laying the manila file folder across his lap, his free hand reaches up to Alli's face, pushing her hair aside from her face before pulling out the gag from her mouth.
Half sobbing in her chair, Alli moves her jaw around from being stretched from the gag. She hangs her head down slightly as he keeps his eyes trained on her as the embarrassment of being naked in his presence makes her feel slightly humiliated. Alexander takes another drag of the cigarette in his mouth before offering her a drag of the cigarette. Shaking slightly, Alli's head extends forward somewhat with her lips slightly parted to welcome the cigarette. Her nipples harden as she feels his rough, calloused fingers pressed slightly against her lips. The intoxicating nicotine soothes her senses somewhat before he pulls the cigarette back to his mouth.
The two sit in silence for a few moments. Both keep their eyes trained on each other, sizing each other up in the tense silence. Alexander can't help to think to himself how much prettier she looked in person than from behind the grimy window. The fact that she was nude and helpless was just another plus to her looks. Alli too can't help but feel a slight attraction to the man sitting before her.
His clean shaven, Slavic face, mixed with mysterious scars made her cunt tingle with attraction as she stares into his face. He was much more attractive than the fat, heavily bearded man that came in occasionally to give her the gruel of food. Soon, the mysterious Russian military officer before her speaks.
"I must say what an honor it is to meet the elusive Raven." Alexander says softly in a seamless English accent. "It is not every day you meet the little slut that is responsible for the deaths of many good Comrades."
Alli's lip slightly quivers with dread. They knew who she was. She tells herself to remain calm. Maybe she can deceive them until hopefully the Company can extract her. But buried in the back of her mind, she questions whether they would sacrifice anyone for her. It's that thought alone that stops her from being completely calm.
"I-I don't know who you're talking about..." She tells him as she tries to avoid his brown eyes as they stare into her face.
Sighing slightly with a hint of frustration, he casually flips open the folder with the word RAVEN printed in bold across the top in bold Cyrillic letters. His fingers flip through the papers and pictures until he finally came upon what he was looking for. Pulling out one of the papers, he waves it in front of Alli's face before reading it off to her in plain English so that she would perfectly understand.
"'The little cunt was a good fuck. Tightest fuck I've ever had. It was one of those nights when I couldn't sleep. It happens every so often. The Doctor says the Patriotic War disrupted my sleep clock or whatever it's called. Anyways, as I'm lying in bed, she starts muttering in her sleep. I don't know good English, but I know some English, like Cuba, C.I.A., Dulles, etcetera. That's what made me get up and poke around the room, finding a small microphone under the lampshade.'" He read to her.
Putting the paper back in the folder, he continues his gaze upon her. "That was Comrade Kuzikov's statement. I'm sure you wouldn't remember, being the little whore you are. I'm sure you have been with numerous men." Dropping the cigarette, he stomps out the burning embers of the tobacco. "After following the tip, it was only a matter of time before we looked deeper into the case, finding out more and more about you, Alli." He put much emphasis on her name, wanting to drive home the fact that they knew who she was.
Adrenaline pumped through Alli as she finally realized there would be no escape. She sits in silence as she thinks of her options of what to do. Alli's head slowly rises to give her eyes a better view of the Russian. Her eyes narrow with resistance. "Fuck you..." She tells him softly, her voice cracked and soft.
The corners of Alexander's lips curl into a smile. "Don't worry. You will be fucking me soon before you spill the secrets in your head. But first..." He tells her as he stands up with the folder in his hand, starting to make his way back behind her. "...I want to give you something to remember this experience."
Alli's head tries to turn back to see what he was doing to the rope binding her to the chair. Alexander's breathing becomes slightly heavy with anger at her remarks as he roughly unties the large, whiskery rope. Soon only the cold, tight metal handcuffs to Alli's ankles and wrists keep her restrained to the chair. Before long, Alexander comes back in front of Alli, holding the thick rope in his hands. He pulls the chair sitting in front of Alli closer to her before he sits down in it, keeping his eyes on her and her heaving chest.