Emma left the restaurant she felt heady she didn't think that she had drunk that much, the neon signs started to blur the words mixing into the blue and yellow colors, peoples face became distorted, her six inch black patent stiletto's struggled to hold her wobbling petite ankles, the wind was strong and cold she placed her hands against her skirt stopping it from lifting up, her knees buckled and she fell onto all fours, then she felt the coldness of the sidewalk against the side of her face, her long blonde hair splaying into a puddle the color darkening from the muddy water she could hear voices, then silence.
The first words from Emma's mouth were fuck as the bucket of cold water awakened her; the water stinging her eyes Emma blinked rapidly trying to focus on where she was. Emma felt the cold water run over her breasts its coldness making her crimson nipples harden, the water continued its journey over her stomach and onto her pussy, without thinking Emma tried to close her legs, only to realize her ankles and wrists were restrained strapped to the chair she was sitting in. Emma tried to focus she could see that someone was in front of her however the dimness of the room and the stinging in her eyes made it hard to make out what was going on, as her head started to clear she now realized she was completely naked except for her six inch black patent stilettos.
"Just relax" A person, announced.
Emma moved her head to one side, confused she knew the voice, and it was Natasha, Natasha Zebonich to be precise a Russian spy who had defected to the states four years ago and now worked for one of the agencies, she was at the restaurant table with her last night along with a half dozen other different countries agents.
Since the demise of Russia and the eastern block there wasn't too many secrets left to hide, a group of intelligence operatives would meet once a month over dinner and if something needed to be known then it was, and neither President, General or Prime minister needed to be aware, many an embarrassing international situation had been avoided around these dinner meetings.
"Natasha is that you?" Inquired Emma.
"Sure is honey." Replied Natasha.
The haze had now disappeared from Emma's eyes and she could clearly see Natasha standing in front of her, the striking Russian with long legs that seemed to go on forever bypassing her skinny waist passed her pert breasts and ending at the top of her spiked jet black hair, Natasha bent down and looked into Emma's blue eyes and smiled.
"What's going on?" Asked Emma.
Natasha moved behind Emma the touch of Natasha's hands on her bear shoulders made Emma jump. Natasha slowly caressed the tops of Emma's shoulders and then she ran the palms of her warm hands over Emma's breasts slowly circling them over her cold erect nipples. Emma sighed from her warm touch and she felt her breasts tighten.
Natasha whispered into Emma's ear. "You have something I want, a dossier that you received the other day, now we can do it the easy way or the hard way."
And with that Natasha squeezed Emma's nipples as hard as she could, Emma squealed from the pain.
"Bitch." Emma shouted.
"The hard way then, I hope you're up to it?" laughed Natasha as she walked away slamming the thick steal door behind her.
This was the first chance Emma was able to take in her surroundings, the room was large like a warehouse the walls and floor made of concrete, the only window had been covered by welded metal sheets a single light globe hung by frayed wires dimly lighting the room. The right side wall had rusty chains bolted to it and water slowly seeped through tiny cracks, the left wall was covered in tiny holes and dark stains splattered across in strange patterns Emma could only imagine it to be blood, the room was damp and cold and her nostrils burnt from the over powering musty smell. Emma knew the only way out of this was to play along with Natasha and wait for the right moment.
Emma looked at her red nipples wishing she could rub them for a little relief from the pinching, she then realized she had been bathed, her hair brushed and her pussy had been shaven bald, Emma's attention snapped backed at the door as Natasha returned slamming it behind her, she held a leather bag and emptied its contents onto the table next to where Emma was held captive, sexual toys and implements spilled onto the table, Natasha scattering them over the table until she found what she was looking for.
Natasha tightened the nipple clamps as she eyed Emma's red nipples, she squeezed the clamps open wide and placed the first one onto Emma's right nipple the tightness hurt and Emma clenched the arms of the chair with her hands, Natasha attached the other clamp and Emma sat up straight trying to control the pain, Natasha tugged the joining chain more out of fun than anything else. Natasha then grabbed two more nipple chains and knelt down in front of Emma's pussy she attached the clamps to Emma's pussy lips and pulled at them wrapping the other ends around the legs of the chair until she was satisfied that they were secure and that Emma's pink pussy was fully exposed. Emma squirmed as she felt the gush of air against her wide pussy.
Natasha grabbed a chair and placed it about six feet from Emma and sat down and watched as Emma struggled against the chains.
"Can I get you a drink?" inquired Natasha.
Emma shook her head in defiance.
"Don't worry I wont spike it like last night, besides I have already given you a shot to help you relax." Explained Natasha.
Emma looked down at the puncture mark in her arm; she started to feel light headed, not as much as the night before she was still lucid, her body tingled and she felt in control yet her senses seemed heightened.
Natasha sat in silence for a few minutes and then sat up and moved towards Emma and said. "Now that you have calmed down why don't we start over again."
Natasha removed the nipple clamps gently, Emma could feel the circulation return to her nipples, she thought they would explode as they quickly hardened, she felt her juices start to flow her pussy becoming increasingly wet. Natasha removed the clamps from Emma's swollen pussy lips and cupped her hand over Emma's pussy slowly rubbing it relieving Emma's ache, she slipped her finger between Emma's puffy pussy lips and softly fingered her cit. Emma couldn't take much more she was ready to cum, Natasha sensed how close Emma was and stopped, taking her finger from Emma's pussy and licking her juices from it.
"Yummy, now are you going to tell me where the dossier is and we can call this a little friendly fire and go on with our daily business, what do you say heh Em?" Sniggered Natasha.
Emma stared directly into the open space ignoring Natasha.
Natasha picked up the nipple chains and stood in front of Emma so that she had no alternative then to watch her captor, Natasha held the clamps in front of Emma and turned the clamps another full turn taunting her. This time Natasha wasn't at all gentle snapping both clamps onto Emma's swollen red nipples. Emma clenched her teeth trying to ignore the extra tightness and sharpness of the pain then Natasha knelt down in front of Emma's wet puffy pussy and turned the nipple clamps another full turn and attached them to Emma's engorged lips, pulling the chains tighter stretching Emma's pussy lips even wider open than before she them gently blew air from her mouth onto Emma's naked pussy and laughed.
Natasha waited a few minutes and then took another object from the table she moved between Emma's legs and thrust the device deep into Emma's tight hole; Emma clenched her thighs trying to close them from the shock of the large thick object entering her, the restraints rendering her attempts useless.
