Anatoli Krezich was a doctor by trade, but not the kind who made house calls or appointments with mundane patients. No, his clientele was somewhat more specialized, and the Russian FSB was certainly more discreet in its handling of him than any normal employer in the medical profession. He had fixed many a wound, saved many an FSB agent's life. Here in Colombia though, he hadn't seen any action. That is, until he'd been awoken abruptly out of a sound sleep, blindfolded, and rushed to this undisclosed location. When he was finally led into what looked like a horrific dungeon chamber he wanted to gasp.
A beautiful blond woman was hanging by her wrists, her pussy impaled on a long iron rod with a rubberized sheath hooked over the tip. There was a long red smear on the front of the girl's limp torso.
The big Russian who called himself Igor motioned for Krezich to sit. "You are here in case any of our agents or the hostages need medical assistance when they arrive. Our team is procuring the targets now.
Krezich gave the blond a steady look. Slowly it dawned on him.
"She's not dead."
Igor guffawed, his big Russian smile reminding Krezich of a demonic bear.
"Very good. Yes, sometimes Dmitri likes to play mind games with his toys. He fired a modified round at her, point blank range -- much like a paintball. The dye was red, as you can see."
Slowly Krezich nodded. "So she fainted from the shock of it?"
Igor gave another grin of wry amusement. "Not only that, my friend, but her companion nearly died of shock and then spilled her guts. It was quite entertaining. I believe Dmitri has a soft spot for the brunette. He may even let her live. They are upstairs in his personal quarters. Dmitri is probably fucking her silly as we speak."
Krezich noticed a lack of any comfortable furniture. There were 'horses' and 'chairs' strewn about the room, all of them made of hardened steel and many of them dotted with spikes or uncomfortable devices of torture.
"Is there someplace else I can wait?"
Igor shrugged. "Does this place make you feel uncomfortable, Comrade? Ah well, suit yourself." For a long moment Igor looked Krezich up and down. Though the man's craft was medicine, even Krezich had to admit that he was tall and handsome, with more than a little muscle. At 34 years of age and with daily workouts in his private gym, the wealthy doctor was more than in-shape.
"Perhaps you would like to take possession of this one, yes? We are finished with her. It seems a waste, what our orders will be to do with her."
Dr. Krezich gave Igor a startled look. This wasn't something he'd ever even considered. Women usually came to him more than willingly. He was not used to seeing a naked captive dangling helplessly in any dungeon. But even Dr. Krezich had to admit, despite the veneer of respectability that surrounded his chosen profession, that he did have certain...urges. The idea of dominating a helpless woman had always fired his fantasies. He'd never thought to ever act on them, though, and women of the wealthy elite he usually cavorted with were too proud and full of themselves to consider something so lowly as a nasty roleplay. Of course this 'roleplay' would be all too real, but who knew...perhaps in taking possession of this blond girl he could save her life?
Krezich nodded, licking lips gone suddenly dry. "I would very much like that, Comrade."
"Good. I was hoping for another show and I'm exhausted. Actually we have another slut in the back room. We're done with her too. I think I'll leave them both with you and let you get familiar."
The tall doctor had been hustled out of bed in nothing more than boxers and an undershirt. He allowed himself to be led down twisting corridors. Two guards took the unconscious blond down from her listless, hanging position and carried her behind Igor and Krezich. At last they came to a small interrogation room with a mattress thrown in one corner and a bright bank of lights covering the ceiling.
A Japanese girl sat, her wrists chained above her, completely naked. Krezich could see the obvious signs of abuse -- cigarette burns above her carefully shaven pussy and across her supple, melon-shaped breasts. Her raspberry-dyed hair hung lushly framing her delicate Asian face. The eyes were squeezed shut and the head hung backward. She seemed to be enjoying the hiatus from this nightmare that only the reprieve of sleep could bring.
"Hey wake up slut! Awake!" Igor growled. Yumi's eyes snapped open and her head came forward. She saw the doctor. She quietly watched the guards lay Trisha on the mattress.
"Agent, forgive me if I ask too much, but could you arrange for a hot bath for the three of us? I'm feeling very grimy, and these girls look like they could use a good cleaning."
A spark of hope kindled somewhere in Yumi's eyes, and Krezich saw it. He then took critical note of the fish hooks looped painfully through Yumi's nipples. He then called to one of the departing guards.
"Also, if you would, please get me antiseptic and something to remove those fish hooks." The guard gave him a dark look but left without protest.
Dr. Krezich sat in the chair next to the Japanese girl. "You can call me Master Krezich. What's your name?" he asked gently.
"Y-y-Yumi," the girl said reluctantly, eyes downcast.
"That's a beautiful name. Slave Yumi, tell me, how long have you been here?"
The girl's gaze grew distant and unfocused. "I cannot remember."
"You will always address me as Master," Krezich reminded.
