12

In this fictional world, the Russians and Americans are enemies, and don't like eachother.

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I am 12... of course, that is not my real name, that is the one assigned to me by the agency. Now, you probably are wondering, If 12 is not your age, then how old are you? and What agency?... Well, I'll tell you- if I survive the next five minutes.

I pulled the trigger on my gun, the force of the gun pushed me back a few steps, despite being highly trained in how to shoot a gun, I was just too light to be able to stay still when shooting. The bullet left the gun and whistled past my adversary's ear.

I was wearing a loose fitted black dress, and no underwear, it was easier to maneuver than anything else I had ever tried, except being completely naked, but I am not crazy. My rival shot straight at me and hit me in my right shoulder, and started running toward me.

I cried out in pain and fell backwards onto my back, my gun fell out of my hands as I hit the ground. My dress went up when I fell back, exposing my pantiless crotch, but I didn't care, at least not in my pain. My left hand gripped tightly onto my shoulder, and I tried to fight through the pain to get up, but I couldn't bring myself to stand.

I looked up and noticed that he was standing above me, the guy who had shot me, with his gun pointed at my face. Suddenly, my years of training just vanished, and the little girl hidden deep inside, just came out and begged for mercy from the man.

I spoke english, begging for mercy, but he did not speak english, so he didn't know what I was saying, but he could understand by my expression and tone of voice, that I was scared and did not want to die. He smiled and said something in Russian, I knew some Russian, so I got the gist, something like, If you wanna live, you gotta join our side, and leave the Americans. or something similar.

I looked up at him and didn't say a word, he thought I didn't understand him, so he pulled out his phone and went to Google Translate in the middle of the fight. He started typing... Anyway, while we wait, let me answer those questions from earlier.

I am not 12 years old, I am 8 years old, HA! You expected older, didn't you? Umm, anyway, the agency in question? The C.I.A., but I can't tell you more, it's classified... Why is my name 12? Well, it is more of an identification number(ID), less of a name... but that is what people call m- oh wait, he is done typing.

He showed me his screen, it had something in Russian on the top, and on the bottom it said, "If you want to live, you will have to come over to this side of us and get away from the Americans." Of course, it was Google Translate, so it wasn't perfect, but it was good to know I was right about what he said.

I took his phone and wrote, "I will join you! Just don't kill me, please!" When he saw the translation, at first he was confused at what Google was trying to tell him, then realized what I meant.

His name was Ivan, he helped me stand up and led me to his car, where he sat me in the back, and got in the front, and drove off. We were in Canada when we were fighting, but he drove to a helicopter, and we ended up going straight for Russia.

On the helicopter, my dress was removed for someone to tend to my injuries, and since that was the only thing I was wearing, I was completely naked. The person tending to my injuries, was a woman, she was wearing high heels and a super short dress, that didn't cover her bare crotch and she had C cup breasts, that were barely held in by the dress.

After finishing up my shoulder, she laid me down on the floor, and sat on my face, and rubbed her pussy back and forth. I couldn't breathe under her, and she smiled when I started frantically trying to get air.

Both of the men were watching, Ivan, and the pilot, who quickly remembered he was supposed to be flying the helicopter. Ivan stood up and started rubbing my crotch and sticking fingers in my vagina, I wiggled to try and get free, still unable to breathe.

She finally let me get a breath, and I panted, as Ivan continued rubbing me. She reached over and pulled Ivan's pants down, and then moved her hands down to her crotch and rubbed it right in front of my face.

I laid helplessly on the floor, I didn't want to try and get up, for fear that they would think I was not joining them and they would kill me, and even if I did, I doubted that I could even get up.

Ivan looked over at her as he rubbed my privates, he said something in Russian, and she blushed and nodded. He smiled and slapped her across the face, I was very confused, as he kept slapping her, and she did nothing to stop it.

Eventually, he had made her lay on the ground, crying from the pain, because he hit her so many times. She was laying with her legs on my shoulders, and her feet in line with my elbows.

Ivan tickled her, she wiggled and abruptly kicked me in my side, I gasped and stiffened. He stopped, then a few seconds later, he did it again, this time she moved even more, and kicked me in both sides multiple times, until he finally stopped, and tears were starting to flow down my face, but I tried to hold them in.

Eventually, she got off of me, stripped naked, got a parachute and jumped out over the freezing wilderness, I was very confused. Despite it being spring, in Russia, it was rather cold, and I was not expecting the cold, when she opened the door to get out, I shivered.

I slowly sat up as the door was closed, I was in some pain from being kicked in the sides, but it wasn't much compared to what I have been through. Ivan smiled at me and said something in Russian that I did not understand, and he walked to me, I was still sitting in the floor.

He stuck his dick in front of my mouth, and I opened my mouth to speak, but remembered he didn't understand English. Though, when I opened my mouth, I felt his dick get shoved deep into my mouth, I gagged and he held the back of my head.

He started moving my head back and forth on his dick, and I kept gagging as he would push it as far back as he could. Eventually he went so far back, I couldn't breathe, and his dick was like, in my throat, then he cummed in me, and pulled out.

Meanwhile, at the C.I.A., agents noticed my tracker in my leg was now in Russia, and they were confused. They had no way of communicating with me, because my captor was not stupid, and he took all my equipment and left it in Canada.

The C.I.A. had no idea why I was in Russia, or even that I was kidnapped, but they waited for me to slow down from helicopter speed, and then sent a local operative to find me.

We arrived in Moscow, I was still naked, and I was carried out of the helicopter by Ivan, and carried through the cold and then into a building. I made no attempt to get free, I actually tried to snuggle up to him, because it was cold.

He brought me straight to an elevator, and pressed the button that said 21, we were headed to the 21st floor. The elevator opened at floor 21, and he walked down a hallway, carrying me past a few people, who looked, but didn't ask.

He knocked on a door, and entered after someone said something in Russian. He closed the door behind him and stood me up in front of the guy in the chair. I looked around, it seemed to just be a normal office, a desk, chair, shelves, etcetera.

I didn't dare move as they began conversing in Russian, I tried to understand from what I knew in Russian, but all I got was information I already knew, mainly about who I was and how he found me.

Despite being naked, I stood straight up, face emotionless, arms pinned to my sides. I was looking straight at the guy in the chair, he looked very menacing, and as if he wanted to kill me, despite him not really looking at me much.

He stood up, walked around and stood in front of me. He looked down at me, and I looked up at him, he smiled and slapped me. My body mostly didn't move when he slapped me, just my head, but it quickly got back into position, and the slap didn't hurt that much.

He slapped me again, this time harder, pretty much the same thing happened. Then he slapped me again, this time was hard enough, that I fell to my knees, and a tear escaped my eyes, as I soothed my cheek, looking down at the ground.

He helped me up, smiled, and said something to Ivan. Ivan in response, grabbed my hand and directed me out of the room, I assumed by his demeanor, that whatever happened in there, was a success, but I had many questions, that I could barely ask.

He led me down the hallway to the elevator, and we went down a few floors, until we were at floor 13. We exited and went into another office, without knocking, which had a person sitting at a desk, and on the phone.

Said person, was a woman, she was easily 40-50 years old, and looked up at us when we entered, but her speech into the phone didn't stop. I noticed that she was not speaking Russian, it was definitely Italian, then she hung up and looked to Ivan.

Ivan said something, then she responded in English, seeming to be directed at me, and that is when I realized, she spoke many languages, and she was a translator. "Ivan wants to know what your name is." I didn't respond.

I didn't actually know my real name, I was just 12. I stared at her for a minute, then she said something to him, probably something like 'Is she deaf?' Or 'Are you sure she speaks English?' Or something, and I knew I had to respond.

"Twelve." I said, and waited for a response.

"Twelve?" She asked, "I asked what your name was, not how old you are."

"No, that is my name, I don't know my real name, I am just 12." I admitted, "It was given to me by the C.I.A. when I was 6, before that, I was just referred to as 'Trainee 6829'." I waited for her reaction, which was slight confusion, then I said, "I am 8 years old."

"I see... well, I think you should have a normal name, what do you think?" She asked.

"I don't care, if you just call me 12, that's fine, if you wanna call me something else, I don't really care." I said, then noticed that Ivan looked lost, he expected a quick response, but we were having a full on conversation, while he was waiting for a name.

"Alright..." She turned to face Ivan, then said, "Natalya," and then somehing in Russian, so my name was now Natalya. They conversed some more and then she said to me, "You should get some clothes, what would you like to wear?"

"A loose fitted dress, preferably black, that reaches no further than my knees." I said, I always wore that, even not on missions, because you never know when you need to suddenly go into action.

She didn't expect such a specific response at all, but definitely not that quickly. She picked up her phone and called someone and said something in Russian, presumably requesting my clothes.

I was asked more questions about myself, but that is not important, let's jut skip to when the clothes arrive. A man came in, holding a dress, that was folded and he handed it to the woman who requested it.

He left, then she handed it to me, I unfolded it, then noticed that there was a pair of black panties, she had assumed I just didn't mention them because I assumed that it was obvious. I put the dress on and handed her back the panties, I had no need for them.

"You do not wear underwear?" She asked, and I nodded and smiled. I looked down, they got the size slightly off, it was a little too big for me, but it was also very short, barely reaching my mid thighs.

The next day, I woke up and saw someone I didn't recognize, I stood up and he noticed that I was completely naked. I didn't try to cover myself up, as I reached for the dress I had neatly folded the night before.

He blocked me, though, and I looked at him, wondering what he was doing. He then abruptly put a hand on my mouth and kneed me in the crotch. The pain quickly overwhelmed me, and drowned out all my training to defend myself, as I squirmed randomly.

He pushed me onto my bed and shoved his dick into my pussy. I cried as he fucked me hard, and when I actually tried to push him away, I noticed that he was also highly trained, and didn't even move.

He fucked me and cummed in me, then took out his dick, I cried helplessly as he held me still, I was not used to not being in control of a given situation. He quickly let go and ran, luckily for him, I didn't chase him as I caught my breath and stayed on the bed.

After a few minutes, I stood up, put my dress on, and left the room. I tried to hide the pain that I still felt from being fucked, and succeeded, nobody noticed. Today, I was to head to a training room to test my hand to hand combat skills, and so I quickly made my way there.

When I walked in, I saw rows of people, practicing hand to hand combat, each separated so that they didn't interfere with eachother. "Natalya!" Someone yelled from across the room, and knowing that I didn't speak very much Russian, they just signalled for me to come.

I quickly made my way over, and figured out that he was the one I was supposed to 'fight'. He directed me to stand in a specific position, and then he stood a good 10 feet away, and got into a fighting stance.

I got into a fighting stance, and then went into action. I kicked and punched, taking note that he was very good, but I quickly overpowered him and within 5 minutes, I had my foot on his chest, and he was on his back the ground, little did I know, I was giving him a clear shot up my dress.

I removed my foot and helped him stand up, and he smiled, then said in very rough English, "Fight two men." I got what he meant, he wanted me to fight two people at the same time. He called someone else over and the three of us got into fighting position.

The other guy was noticeably more muscular than the other guy, and I was kind of worried about how likely I was to succeed. The fight started, and we seemed evenly matched for the first two minutes.

Then I was distracted by my memories of being fucked earlier, and out of nowhere, the muscle guy, kicked me in my side, and I fell to the ground. It caused my dress to go up a little, revealing to both of them, the little bit of blood on it. I cried out in pain, as he claimed victory, and I clenched my side, and stayed on the ground.

I had hit my head when I hit the floor, and I was a bit dizzy. I looked up and saw the muscle guy reach down his hand to help me up, I accepted his hand and he pulled me up. I stood up, then noticed just how dizzy I was, and quickly fell to my knees.

A few minutes later, I was mostly fine, and I stood up again, and we decided that was enough fighting for today. I was then sent to the woman who gave me my name, to learn more Russian, where I learned her name was Yana.

I remembered about the tracking device in my leg as I was learning Russian, and I wondered what the C.I.A. was thinking, with me being in Russia.

The next day, I had mostly recovered from my injuries, and I spent a few hours actually training in hand to hand combat, instead of just testing my fighting skills. Then a few more hours learning Russian.

You might think, my life is pretty busy, well, this is nothing compared to the C.I.A., I had virtually no free time there.

I was sent on a last minute mission, since I was the only one available who they thought could accomplish the task, to stop someone from blowing up a bank. I was sent alone, and I started making my way to the location.

Once I was there, I saw that Russian cops were surrounding the bank, and I could only assume that there were hostages, based on their behavior, and hesitance. I made my way around the cops, to the back of the bank, careful not to get spotted.

I snuck in through a vent, and silently took out someone who was placing bombs in the vault. I then made my way through the bank, silently taking out at least 10 people, before I got to the guy who seemed to be in charge, him and one other person were the only ones left.

He was talking with Russian hostage negotiation, and the other guy was holding the hostages at gunpoint. I made my priority the guy with the hostages, and took him out when the other guy was not looking, though it was not very quietly, multiple shots were fired into the wall, and the hostages starting screaming.

The other guy turned to me and held his gun to me, as I was about to go after him, but he was just barely too far away for me to be able to take his gun before he shot me. He pointed it at my head, and I stood still, staring down the barrel of the gun.

He yelled at me in Russian, and gestured with his gun for me to sit by the hostages, so I did. He was smart and kept his distance so that I couldn't do anything to him.

After about 10 minutes, he had started talking to hostage negotiation again. I stood up and jumped at him, knocing the gun out of his hands, but he was ready. He was really good at hand to hand combat, and he easily overpowered me.

Then he pushed my dress up, and pushed his pants down. He lined up his dick and I tried to push him away, but he was far too strong for me. He fucked me harder than the other guy did, I cried out and closed my eyes.

His dick was larger, and he was stronger, so it resulted in a lot more pain. He fucked me until I couldn't breath and almost passed out, but he cummed in me and stopped before that happened.

He pulled out and grabbed his gun, I cried and stayed on the ground. He pointed the gun at another little girl, who was probably a year or two younger than me. He grabbed her and started fondling her chest with his gun to her head.

The girl's mom tried to stop him from groping her, but he shot the girl in response, and then shot the mom. I stared in shock, wishing I could do something to stop him, but at this point, I was staying in the floor out of fear, not from physical pain.

About 10 minutes later, some of the people I knocked out started waking up and continued their operation. I stayed in the floor this entire time, waiting for the perfect moment, but it never came.

I finally slowly stood up, with my hands in front of me, as though I was not a threat, but they held their guns in my direction anyway. I walked slowly over to the hostages, and grabbed one of their cell phones.

They didn't seem to care, as the cops were already here, and who else could I call? I called Yana, she answered almost immediately, not knowing who this was, because it was some random person's cell phone.

She said "Hello?" In Russian.

"Hey, I have a situation, can you get me any back up, I am kind of at gun point here..." I said, in English, so nobody else knew what I was saying.

"Uhh, I can try... please hold..." She said, and I smiled at the guy who had a gun to my head and kind of waved at him, as if he was just a stranger on the street.

A few minutes later, she came back to her phone, and said, "Ok, someone is on their way, they have been briefed on the situation." I thanked her and hung up. I gave the hostage their phone back, and looked over at the guy with a gun at me.

I walked slowly to him, he backed up slowly, I smiled and kept walking. He kept walking back, until he bumped into a wall, and held the gun tighter. I walked closer and then he tightened his grip on the handle, and prepared to fire.

Just as I was about to take him out, I start feeling dizzy and then I pass out. My 'backup' had put sleeping gas in the room, and everyone fell asleep and the cops were able to arrest the sleeping criminals, and I woke up as I was being brought back.

I was in the passenger seat of a car, and I was not buckled, despite the speed at which my 'backup' was driving. We were a few minutes away from our destination, when someone stopped abruptly in front of us.

We hit the car causing us to stop abruptly, and since I was not buckled, the force caused me to crash through the windshield, and land on the hood of the car. I passed out when I hit the windshield, and I was kidnapped by the people in the front car, and they sped off, leaving the driver of the other car, confused.

Chapter 2