Spy versus Spy
By Matt Nicholson
Published by Darker Pleasures at Smashwords
Copyright 2011 Matt Nicholson
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Prologue
She hung with her arms tied tightly behind her for almost six hours. Her breasts held most of her weight, though the pads of her biggest toes just barely brushed the floor. Blood burned in two choked circles in her chest, pounding futilely against the rope to get to her gloss-purple nipples and the rest. Beyond the cords, they were a dangerously dark blue, cold, numb and battered.
Her bottom stung almost as badly as her breasts throbbed. Livid pink where it wasn’t decorated with broken horizontal stripes of bruised blue and red, it matched her swollen pussy lips. As if to prove pain hadn’t been her only friend, her lower belly ached from repeated orgasms and her inner thighs were sex slick almost to her knees.
She’d been visited every half-hour, tortured or pleasured some more—she could hardly tell the difference any longer—and left to hang once it became apparent she still wasn’t ready to talk. She’d passed out a couple of times. For now, she was determined to stay awake.
It was in that determination that she thought back to everything that happened to bring her there in the first place.
Two Months Ago to Now
On her 22nd birthday, Heather got a promotion, a healthy raise, and a trip to the former Soviet Union. She also regained four years, nine months, and sixteen days of her life, at least on paper. What would have been a hell of a birthday present for most people, however, was actually one of the more dangerous assignments she could have taken. With her modified credentials, Heather had officially become American’s youngest spy.
On February 2, 1987, Heather Granger, twenty-two, agent of the United States Government, left New York bound for Mikhail Gorbachev’s homeland. On February 3, 1987, Olga Roshenko, seventeen, a quiet and unassuming young college student, stepped off the plane headed for Yaroslavl State University as an undergraduate student.
Her target – Aleksandra Goshkov. Officially, Goshkov was Head of the International Department and a part time professor ay Yaroslavl State. At not yet thirty, she’d risen through the ranks very fast, and very young for the Soviets.
It was due, in part, to that meteoric rise that Heather’s bossed believed Goshkov was actually a very important part of General Secretary Gorbachev’s Politburo. Heather’s assignment was to get into Goshkov’s inner circle by any means necessary and transmit intelligence back to the states through closed channels.
At first, Heather found her assignment difficult at best. Unable to impress her target with her grades and enthusiasm, she finally caught Goshkov’s eye through less studious means. As it turned out, Ms. Goshkov had much less interest in some of her students' brains than in their bodies, and ‘Olga Roshenko’ had a body that Goshkov found particularly pleasing.
Once Heather decided to take that path, it took less than a week to find her way into Aleksandra’s home. Her bed came even more quickly. Heather would have been galled by the situation had it not been for the simple fact that a success was a success. Regardless, over time the two became close, with Aleksandra leading Heather down paths she’d never considered, most of them very kinky.
At first, Heather went willingly only because it was a means to an end. After a while, she went because she actually enjoyed the darker things Aleks did. The punishment started almost stereotypically, with weak excuses leading to her bare bottom becoming the brunt of some bruising thrashings. But, once Aleks decided to take the paddle to Heather’s breasts for the first time, they became her target of choice.
The only time the younger woman’s bottom saw attention after that was when her breasts were too bruised for more, and even then, Goshkov often chose the more tender, usually wet target between her legs. Once that line was crossed, Aleks became extremely liberal in what she found enjoyable. And Heather, surprising no one in the C.I.A., found she enjoyed having her breasts ravished, and pretty much all the rest as well. Her psychological profile was very pointed in that regard.
Once inside, the C.I.A. operative wasted no time between trysts. Within a couple of weeks she’d confirmed that Goshkov played an active part in guiding the Soviet leader’s foreign affairs, particularly those relating to ways he could influence western countries to help with the Soviet’s burgeoning economic problems. As ordered, she’d relayed much of this information back to her superiors.
It was only moments after one of these transmissions that the red-headed Goshkov slipped into Heather’s room, smiling in her usual enticing way while sliding her arms around Heather’s waist and kissing her lightly on the neck.
“So, would my lovely Olga feel up to playing for a few minutes before her next class?”
Aleksandra slid her hands beneath Heather’s loose blouse and under her bra, cupping the younger woman’s breasts and tweaking her ruby nipples until they were standing at attention. Heather turned her head and met the older woman’s lips with her own. Given the information she’d just send, the least she could do was reward Aleks, even if Aleks had no idea she was being rewarded. “If my mistress would allow it, I would be more than happy to play through the next class, and the next.”
Aleks ran her hands up toward Heather’s shoulders, forcing the cups of the bra up and over Heather’s full breasts. Heather closed her eyes as the woman began expertly fondling until the ‘student’ was breathing heavily. When Heather pressed her chest into Aleksandra’s hands, the older woman stopped suddenly and turned Heather around to face her.
“If you would like to play hooky, then you must show me something worth my lying to the other professors about.”
Heather quickly stripped from her clothing regardless. With a seductive wink she ran her hands up between her bare thighs, over her stomach and up her chest until she held her breasts in both hands, bobbing them slightly in offering. Acting all sweetness and light, she cocked her head sideways and widened her eyes. “Would you please sign a note saying I was ill, Mistress?”
To Heather’s surprise, Aleks shook her head, a coy glint shining in her eyes. “No, Olga, that will not be enough for me to risk lying for you. Perhaps something new.”
Heather paused in mid-nipple squeeze. Aleks had seldom been coy, generally preferring to have at Heather quickly.
“New, mistress? I do not understand...”
Aleksandra guided Heather to the corner of the bedroom, kissed her deeply and then drew the tip of her tongue down Heather’s left breast, circling the areola and then nipping lightly at the hard nipple. A strong shiver worked its way up the girl’s spine just as the woman stopped and turned.
“Wait here and I will return in a moment to show you what you can show me.”
Curious, Heather played with her nipples, tweaking and brushing at them, trying to get them to harden the way that Aleksandra preferred. Her nipples played quickly, but the rest refused to contract. Her aureoles usually responded just as fast, drawing into thick, ruddy, wrinkled ovals that drew her mentor like honey drew ants. But, given that she was still trying to calm herself after almost being caught, their lack of cooperation at the moment was no surprise.
After a couple of minutes, Aleks walked back into the room carrying a small leather satchel. While Heather watched, the other woman pulled a coiled length of thin hemp rope from inside the satchel and unwound it.