Rebecca sat in the passenger seat of Slavkovsky's car as they sped toward Moscow. She was lost in her own thoughts, so much so that she didn't even feel his hand sliding up her thigh underneath her skirt. Finley, her little sister, was in the hands of these monsters and there wasn't anything she could do about it. She groaned, which that idiot Boris took as a sign of pleasure and almost swerved into the oncoming lane as he leaned over to kiss her.
"Eyes straight asshole, and keep your hands to yourself." She snapped as she wrenched his hand out from between her legs. She may have to listen to him but she didn't have to even pretend to enjoy it.
He smirked and pressed on the gas, the high-powered engine surging the expensive car forward. "Whatever bitch, I'll just wait until I get back to Mr. Kaprikov's place and pay a visit to your sister. She looks sweet."
Rebecca gritted her teeth and fought the impulse to kill him right there. That wouldn't save Finley or get her out of this mess. She had to think, but all she could think of was her sister. Finley was everything that Rebecca wasn't. Where Rebecca was small and elfin, Finley was a good head and a half taller with an hourglass figure that made Rebecca want to punch her every time she complained that she couldn't find clothes to fit. Rebecca had straight, fine golden blonde hair with lashes and eyebrows that were almost non-existent without makeup. Finley's was a deep honey blonde with waves and curls that always did exactly what she told it, and perfectly sculpted brows that made her look like a 50's bombshell. Between her height and her body, she breezed past doormen with a smile and a wave while Rebecca was still digging out her ID, even though she was 4 years younger.
They couldn't be more different in personality either. Rebecca was confident, outspoken and not afraid to punch some asshole who tried to lift her up or rest their elbow on her head. Finley on the other hand cried at sappy movies and used to call Rebecca into her room to beg her to remove a moth or spider as she cowered in the corner. She must be terrified Rebecca thought.
The brakes squealed as Boris skidded to a stop on the corner where Rebecca had her apartment. "Here you go babe, home sweet home. And don't think that we aren't watching." He grunted, pointing to an open window on the building across the street. "Your blinds get closed, and your sister will disappear understand?"
Rebecca nodded as she slid out of the car and grabbed her bag from the back. "I will be back to pick you up on Friday, you had better have what Mr. Kaprikov wants." Boris sneered as he squealed away in a cloud of smoke and burnt rubber. Four days, Finley would be their prisoner for four days, I need to save her.
She walked up the stairs to her apartment and unlocked the door. She noticed that the hair she had left caught in the doorjamb was still there. She checked her other security measures she determined that no one had entered while she was gone. She pulled out her phone and dialed Brian at his usual number, she was sure that they had added some sort of surveillance software to this at least so she was careful to play the part.
"Brian, it's me. Can we meet at the usual place?" She said when his voice mail picked up, trying to keep her voice calm. A few minutes later she got a text back with a confirmation and time that afternoon. She unpacked, trying not to look at the window across the street. The curtains were closed but she was sure there was a camera set up there, watching her every move. She looked around, trying to find blind spots without making it too obvious. Focusing on work at least gave her mind something to think about other than what her sister was going through.
Later that afternoon she sat at the usual table, spooning the warm soup into her mouth. She looked up when a shadow darkened the door and gave a small gasp of relief as Brian entered the restaurant. He looked just like she had seen in her dreams, and she felt her nipples begin to stiffen despite herself. She tugged her sweater closed as he slid into the seat across from her.
"This is early, I didn't expect to hear from you until tomorrow." He commented as he leaned forward, resting his muscular forearms on the table between them.
She reached out to take his hand in hers, her thumb sliding seductively over his knuckles. "Well, I was getting bored so I thought maybe we could go back to my apartment." She murmured, leaning forward to give him a look down her top. "I heard your cock is the size of a zucchini."
He stiffened and his fingers tightened around hers. Zucchini was the word that they had established to indicate that there was something wrong and she needed help. It was common enough that she could slip it into conversation about anything from her mother's garden to what she wanted in her salad, but unusual enough to stand out. Then he relaxed and leaned forward as well until they were almost nose to nose. "I was wondering when this was going to happen. Let me settle your bill for you."
He followed her up the stairs and into her apartment. Once the door was closed he began to ask "Alright, what is.." then grunted in surprise when she pulled his head down and kissed him hard and passionately. He froze for a moment, then tried to push her away.
"No, they're watching." She murmured into his mouth as she turned his head slightly to gesture to the open window. He nodded, then Rebecca felt his arms wrap around her, pulling her tightly against his muscular chest. She moaned despite herself and rose up on her toes, pressing her lips hard against his. Brian broke the kiss, his mouth sliding along her jaw to nuzzle her neck and nibble at her ear. Her legs almost gave out, but she heard him whisper "Is there anything else?"
"My phone is probably compromised." She said with a gasp, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He pulled her purse off of her arm dropping, it on the floor as spun her around pushing her against the wall. She heard a loud crunch as he stepped hard on the bag, then groaned when he pressed his body against her back, pinning her up against the plaster. Her fingernails dug small furrows in the paint when he pulled her hair aside and buried his face in the back of her neck.
"What's going on?" He murmured.
She bit her teeth, stifling another moan when she felt his crotch rub against her ass and she pushed back, only partly because she wanted to put on a good show for the voyeurs across the street. "I made Slavkovsky take me to Kaprikov's party, he betrayed me. That's where I have been for the last four days."
She felt him tense behind her, then yelped in surprise as he spun her around to face him. His face was flushed with anger, but also fear and a hint of disappointment. She cowered under his glare, his soft brown eyes now hard and bright. Then he took her by the shoulder and pulled her across the room. He backed up to the window then pushed her down to her knees. "They can't see you now, tell me everything."
Rebecca looked up at him, god he was beautiful and he was right there. Her hands reached for his belt but he swatted them away. "Fuck off with the play acting and tell me what the hell happened." He snapped, but also rolled his head like she was giving him the blowjob he was selling to their observers. She told him everything, well almost everything. She was too humiliated to tell him about how she spent her nights, and the dreams that they caused her but by the time she was done she felt his hand clenching tightly in her hair as he trembled with anger.
"Alright, I'll get back to the Agency and arrange a strike. It will take some time but we will get those women and your sister out of there."
"No!" she snapped, leaping to her feet then tugging his head down to her chest when she remembered where they were. "He has someone in the agency, someone high up. He told me and that's how he knew where to find my sister. He will be warned, and they will all be dead or gone before we get there." She whispered, pretending to moan as she ground her tits in his face.
He pulled back then turned her around pushing her down over the small kitchen table, knocking the chairs aside to clatter on the floor. "I'm sorry, I need to make this look real." She heard him murmur as he tugged her leggings down. She groaned in anticipation when she heard his belt buckle jingle, her pussy twitched when she felt his pants slide down the back of her bare thighs.
"Oh please, yes please." Rebecca whimpered quietly to herself. She was on fire, every dream from her captivity flashed through her mind as she felt the tip of his cock nudge against her pussy. She pushed back, desperate to feel him inside her but he pulled back as well and she almost screamed in frustration.
"I'm sorry, but we need to give them something to see if they are going to believe this." He said softly as he pushed forward, but his cock didn't thrust into her hot aching pussy. Instead, he lifted the head and it slid up the crack of her ass. She groaned, clenching her teeth in frustration as she gripped the edge of the table until her knuckles creaked. Why, why was she being tortured like this. She lurched forward, pushed against the edge of the table by his powerful thrusts. She moaned despite herself, he was right here, he was so close. She knew he was aroused, his stiff cock hid nothing and she felt small dribbles of pre-cum ooze drop onto her back and between her ass cheeks.
"It's alright, put it in. Give them what they need to see." She moaned as she squirmed her ass against his crotch.
"No, they can see my ass and know your pants are down, we don't need to give them anymore." He replied as his hand coiled in her hair and pulled her up. She pressed back against him, straining against his grip to turn her head and reach his mouth with hers. Instead he buried his face in the crook of her neck. "I will head back to the agency and see what I can find out, I will be in touch soon. We will keep using this act as cover, good thinking." He whispered into her ear as he stiffened behind her.
