Psylons 11: In the lair of the countess.
Jennifer woke to find her hands tied behind her, bound to a steel chair.
In our last episode, Chastity joined Nick in Las Vegas and sparks ignited. Today we join the mysterious Jennifer as she struggles to escape from the Russian agents that kidnapped her.
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Jennifer sat as calmly as she could as Ivan Volkov loomed over her. She’d known the brutal KGB agent for years. They’d worked a couple missions together back when she was still with the KGB. He was ruthless and it would take all her guile to escape him.
She’d been his unwitting captive for four days now. If the CIA was coming to rescue her, they’d best hurry. She’d heard Ivan and the others planning to move her from their Las Vegas hideout later today.
His index finger trailed down her cheek. “Oh, Tzarina, how I would love to drag you to my bed like in the old days, no?” His thick Russian accent lent a further chill to his words. “But I know how dangerous you are, and I have other options for my bed-play.”
His gaze traveled to the other side of the room where the Countess Anastasia Petrov had Yuri Sidorov chained to the wall naked. Both were Russian agents she’d known in the past.
Anastasia stroked Yuri’s erect cock.
“Please,” Yuri pleaded, “let me come. Please, Countess.”
Precum glistened on Yuri’s engorged cockhead. He was ready to blow.
“Not yet, my pet.” Anastasia’s grip tightened around the base of his cock, and though the shaft pulsed hard, only a small dribble of cum leaked out to drop to the floor where it splashed into a small puddle. How long had she been edging Yuri?
The countess was known for her bizarre sex-play and her tendency to favor male humiliation scenarios. Glee sparkled in her eyes and a cruel grin spread across her face as she tormented the shackled man.
But Jennifer couldn’t feel sorry for Yuri. She’d worked with him and seen his vicious side. He was a brute and an idiot. Plus, he’d probably volunteered for this, or at the very least, let Anastasia talk him into this.
Ivan grasped Jennifer’s cheeks in his strong grip, forcing her gaze back to his dark eyes. “You’ve been a bad girl, Jennifer. They want you back in Moscow. You’re going to pay for your betrayal while you tell us everything you’ve learned about your new CIA friends.”
And we have some new interrogation techniques you’re going to enjoy. Ivan’s lips never moved. She’d heard his voice speak that last sentence in her mind.
Shit. The Russians have Psylons of their own.
Ivan’s grin widened. “Psylons? Is that what the Americans are calling them. We’ve only gotten whispers of their new agents.”
He could read her mind and talk in her head, just like she’d heard the new American agents could.
But she had some defense. The CIA had been teaching its agents how to block psychic attacks. Sam, the agent who’d been handling her, told her about the techniques.
She’d never thought she’d have to use them, but she’d listened.
Using what she’d learned, she erected a mental block around her mind.
Ivan tightened his grip on her jaw. “How did you do that?”
She smiled up at him. “Ivan, you know me better than that. I don’t give information out.”
“Bah! You will…in time.” He released his grip on her face. Spinning away, he trudged toward where the countess was playing with Yuri.
With all attention off her for the moment, she started sawing at the ropes on her wrists with the sharpened edge of her fingernail.
Anastasia watched with glee as Ivan’s cock pulsed in her hand. She was in complete control, having kept him on the edge of orgasm for almost an hour.
Strong arms came around her waist. A large hand grasped her right breast and squeezed.
“Let him come,” Ivan said running his tongue up the side of her neck. “I need you.”
Damn. Ever since Ivan had gotten the treatment making him one of the KGB’s new Во внимание agents, he’d been insatiable. He was a thorough lover, yet somewhat unimaginative in his lovemaking.
The Russians had fast-tracked their program after learning the Americans had Psychic agents already in the field. Ivan was one of their first products. Во внимание was Russian for In Mind. And she hated that Ivan could now get into her mind whenever he wanted. Secrets were her stock in trade, and the only thing keeping her alive right now after losing that electronic device a few months ago.
I don’t need to know your secrets, Countess, he whispered in her mind. You just need to follow my orders.
“I always do, love,” she replied, wiggling her ass into Ivan’s crotch. His cock hardened in response.
“Okay, Yuri.” She stroked his penis again. “You can come now.”
It didn’t take much.
“Arrrgggh!” Yuri shot thick cords of cum that splashed to the floor almost a meter away from him.
Anastasia raised an eyebrow at him. “I think we have a new record.”
Ivan chuckled. “When they make that an Olympic event, Russia is now assured a gold medal.” He grasped her hand and pulled her toward the large bed in the corner. “Now strip. I need you.”
Direct and to the point, that was Ivan. There was something about the Во внимание treatment that caused him to require frequent sex. Without it he’d become frighteningly intense. She’d been assigned the task of sating his lust, thought she would have gladly volunteered had she known the satisfaction she’d receive.
Still, she did prefer to dominate during sex, and Ivan demanded submission to his every demand. For a chance at redemption, she could play that role.
“Aren’t you going to unchain me first,” Yuri cried.
She shrugged, throwing him a quick glance. “Later. I’m busy.”
She stripped to her bra and panties, as she moved toward the king-sized bed that dominated one corner of her torture dungeon. She’d had the chamber specially designed when she’d moved into this casino/hotel. Her play room had all the best toys, and she’d used it often until those two damn CIA agents stole that device.
Stripped naked, Ivan stood beside the bed, a fine specimen of manhood. He was blessed with exceptional equipment that now stood rigid and ready to satisfy her.
She dropped to her knees before him, taking his thick cock in hand. “You are so hard, love.”
A droplet of precum seeped from the spongy head, and she licked it, relishing the salty, savory flavor of him.
Fisting his hands in her hair, he demanded, “Open.”
She did.
His cockhead glided past her lips. She opened her throat to accept him deep. Her nose buried deep into the crisp pubic hair at his crotch. His scent, musky, sensual, all man, had her senses reeling. She relished it, and an orgasmic ripple shook her core.
In and out he glided, taking her hard, then pulling out to allow her to breathe. “The sweetest lips, but now, we fuck. I want to cum inside you.”
He put his big hands under her arms and pulled her up, tossing her onto the bed. There would be no kissing — no fondling. This was all about sating his needs.
Still, she was wet and ready for him by the time he stripped off her underwear and climbed between her legs. His direct manner in bed had a certain appeal. No games. Just sex.
Need and desire pulsed in his engorged cock as he pushed into her. His shaft, so long, so thick, filled her completely. Passion had her core clenching around him with each stroke. Orgasmic pressure built inside, and she grit her teeth to hold back the release that threatened.
He was close. His cock grew larger within her. With one final thrust, he came, pulsing inside her, jetting his seed.
That triggered her release. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure rippled through her core, washing over her.
He lay heavily on top of her, puffing air. “So sweet, Countess.”
Yes, this was an arrangement she could live with…for now.
Jennifer took the chance of dropping her mental shielding. It took energy to maintain it, and with Ivan engaged with Anastasia, she felt safe enough for the moment.
She redirected her energy to sawing at her ropes and had the pleasure of feeling them loosen around her wrists. With Yuri still chained to the wall, and the other two occupied on the bed, it was time to make her move. Her chances of escape would never be better.
Don’t. A feminine voice thundered in her head. Don’t risk it. We’re coming. Slade is with us.
Slade?
The image of the handsome CIA agent who’d rescued her from the KGB and managed to secure her mother from Russia as well, flashed through her mind. She’d fallen for him…hard. Then they’d been separated, when she’d been brought to America and placed in protective custody.
Still, she thought about him often.
Give us five minutes. We’re almost there.
Will Jennifer be reunited with Slade at last? Join me next week for Psylons 12: Rescue and Reunion.
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