In this 4000 word short story, Agent Natasha Summers is sent on what should be a routine mission to steal some encryption ciphers- but she's caught by notoriously cruel crime lord Dmitri Valashnikov. It turns out he wants something from her, but she's not talking. Will she be able to resist his devilishly orgasmic torture, or will she not only give up the encryption ciphers... but become his mindless pleasure slave as well? For mature audiences only. All characters 18 years of age or older.
EXCERPT
“Just say it.” Valashnikov said.
“No.” Natasha said, tightly. But it was an effort. She needed… she wanted to feel good again. She was shaking- from some sort of withdrawal, she assumed. She had heard of this tactic- getting a prisoner addicted, using the addiction against her. But her knowing that didn’t make it any easier to withstand. A not insignificant part of her wanted to say it, say anything he wanted, just so he would give her the drug. That made her hate herself even more.
For the past week, she had been subjected to that pleasure drug once a day. And it was the most amazing thing in the world, a pleasure like no other. But today, instead of simply injecting and leaving, as he normally did, he had a different request.
“Natasha.” He said. “Let’s play a game.”
“Let’s not.” She said, focusing her will to say the words. He laughed.
“A bit late for that, I think.” He said. The doctor stood in the corner, unflinching. “I will give you the drug. All you have to say is that you will obey my every command. You can lie to me, if you want.”
“No.” she said. She understood the principles of this sort of psychological torture. If she said it once…
“A pity.” He said. “Pack up, doctor. We’re done here.”
And they left. And Natasha began to sweat, and crave. Oh god, she wanted that drug. She wanted it so badly, she needed it. Dmitri and the doctor left the room, left her in her agony, the agony of not having the drug, of an empty void where she knew she could be experiencing boundless pleasure. They did not return for several hours- hours Natasha tried to count, but could not. She simply craved, trying her best not to show it, trying her best not to give him the pleasure of seeing her defeated.
He returned, finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Natasha. She knew she shouldn’t say it. She knew the game he was playing. But she couldn’t go on like this. She would simply have to play his game, for now, and wait for an opening.
“Please…” she said, trying a different tactic. She hoped she looked as haggard as she felt. It would help her cause.
“I do so want to give it to you, Natasha.” He said, the very image of false sympathy. “But you have not said the magic words. How can I give the drug to you without the magic words?”
“I…” she said. No other way out of this one. She took a deep breath.
“I will obey your every command.” She said. Dmitri smiled.
“Good girl.” He said. He motioned to the doctor, who came over and swiftly gave her another dose of the drug. Her world exploded in pleasure once more, all vibrancy returning, and she sighed in relief as the beautiful, wonderful feelings came back to her again.
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