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CIA agents eventually found me, and learned from their mistakes and hand cuffed my hands and legs before I had a chance to fight. I woke up and was already hand cuffed, also my mouth was duck taped, little did they know, I was unable to walk at the moment, anyway, so they didn't need to hand cuff me.

I was picked up and brought to an unmarked black SUV, and put in the back seat, with a seat belt. The SVR also had a tracking device on me, but theirs was in my arm, not my leg. They considered me to be part of them, and when they noticed that I was no longer in the hospital, Viktor was sent to check it out.

The car abruptly slammed on the brakes, and I looked up, seeing that there was a car in front of us, which had stopped. Someone came out, wearing a mask, and holding a machine gun. I ducked and the man started shooting, killing all three CIA operatives in the vehicle.

The door on my side was opened, and I was unbuckled and taken to his car. I tried to resist, not knowing who it was, but I was unable to do much, from the pain, and also the handcuffs.

I was stuck in the passenger seat, and again, seatbelted, and the man got into the driver's seat, and started driving. Once he was far enough away from the CIA vehicle, he removed his mask, revealing who he was.

It was Viktor, and I was relieved to see his face, I wiggled, signaling that I was to be freed from the handcuffs. He reached over and removed the tape from my mouth, and said in Russian, which I only mostly understood, "Hand cuffs will have to wait."

"Fine." I said in Russian, and he continued driving, not paying attention to me. He drove straight to the air port, he put me in a suitcase, and boarded the plane. He put me in the suitcase so that the CIA didn't know I boarded the plane.

I was stuck in the suitcase for the entire flight, and not even in the cabin, I was in the cargo hold. It felt like a lot longer when stuck in a suitcase, and it was kind of useless, because there was a tracker in my leg.

Eventually, I felt the plane land, then I started moving on a conveyor belt, and then picked up by Viktor and we left the airport. We got into a car, and I was stuck in the trunk, we drove for around 5 minutes, and pulled over, where I was released and we continued driving to the SVR headquarters.

We arrived, and I was taken care of, I told them about the tracker in my leg, which was removed, and put in mail, sent to the CIA headquarters. About a week later, I had almost completely recovered, and I had been learning a lot more Russian in that amount of time.

I went to Yana's office, which was where I spent most of my time awake. I would usually just hang out there, doing nothing, my life was pretty relaxed, despite being a secret agent. Sometimes she would take a break from her work to teach me Russian, which was about 4 hours of my day, each day.

When I entered, she told me to go to the office of the director of the SVR. I was kind of nervous, given my background, and wondered what it was I was sent for. Her expression told me nothing, she either had no idea, or was never going to tell me in a million years, but I assumed the first one.

I knocked, and a voice said, "Come in." In Russian. I walked in, wearing my black dress, it was the same room I had been in on the first day of my arrival, with Ivan. I stood in front of his desk, and waited for him to say something.

"Natalya..." He said, and stood up, he walked around to me and place his arm on my shoulder, "You have proven yourself very valuable... but you are very unreliable, you always manage to get yourself injured after every mission." I didn't say anything, I just stood at attention.

"You are supposed to be one of the best agents the CIA has, it make me wonder, how bad is the CIA?" I debated about whether or not to tell him about his agents fucking me all the time, but I decided not to.

"Now, I understand, that since you got here, you have been a victim of sexual assault by my men, and other people." He said, and looked me in the eyes, apparently he already knew, "But, that is no excuse... you should be able to defend yourself from them."

I haven't been able to defend myself, because usually, they catch me off guard, and use weapons. I thought, I didn't say it though.

"Is the CIA just that bad? Or is there another reason?" He asked, finally allowing me to speak.

I was pretty good at understanding Russian, and following conversations, but speaking it was a whole other level, but I tried my best, and mostly succeeded. "I usually get injured because of someone catching me off guard and then using a weapon, I can't very easily defend myself against a gun pointed at my face." I said.

"And most of the time, when I get 'sexually assault' by your men, they wait until I am asleep, and then overpower me before I can even try and stop them. And sometimes, I am drunk." I didn't even attempt to explain it, I just wanted to say it.

My tone was slightly angry, but not super much, I tried to control my anger so that he didn't get angry at me. He waited at least 30 seconds after I was done to even move a muscle.

"I see, and why are you ever drunk? You are a child." He said.

"Well, one time, I was offered some vodka, and I didn't want to be rude, and didn't speak enough Russian to explain why I couldn't, so I drank. And the other time, I was forced to drink it." I looked down, for some reason, I was embarrassed about it.

He put his finger under my chin, and lifted my head up, "No need to be embarrassed." Is all he said, which actually made me feel better. "Now, to talk about a plan to fix this issue..." He said, and stared at me for a few minutes without saying a word.

He walked over to me, and picked me up, and laid me down on a sofa in the corner of the room. I looked up at him as he pushed up my dress, he did it slowly, giving me plenty of time to resist, but I didn't, not knowing that he actually wanted me to.

He slapped me across the face, and I just stared at him, he was wondering how much pain I would endure before I would try and stop it. He kicked me hard in the gut, and I started crying, wondering what he was doing.

He went for another kick, but I turned and he ended up hitting just my arm, "Please stop." I asked, he looked annoyed with me, but I didn't know why.

He then put his hand tightly on my neck, cutting off my air. I finally started resisting, and quickly pulled his hand off of my neck. He smiled and gladly removed his hand, I stared at him, "What are you doing?" I asked in Russian.

He didn't respond, he just unbuttoned his pants and shoved his dick into my mouth. I started sucking on it, trying to make him feel good. He pulled out and put it in my ass raw, he started fucking me hard in the ass, which hurt like crazy, and I cried and had my hand on my mouth to keep myself from screaming.

He pulled out and then switched to my pussy, and eventually cummed in there. He then pulled out, and took my dress all the way off, and I still hadn't tried to stop him. He didn't tell me that was what he wanted, and I was supposed to be obedient, because he was the boss, so I didn't try and stop him.

He picked me up and brought me to a secret elevator, which only he had access to. He went down to the bottom floor, then lower, and ended up three stories below ground level.

The elevator opened, revealing a big chamber, which appeared to be, a medieval torture chamber. It had many devices that looked like they would hurt.

He laid me on a table, tied my legs to it, and spread them. He put a finger in my pussy and then took it out. He grabbed a device, that looked like a ball, about the size of a baseball, but it had a button on the top.

He held it well within my view, and pressed the button, careful about where he was holding it. Spikes protruded from the ball, and his fingers were placed perfectly, so that none of them hit him.

He put the ball on my leg, and rolled it, but not putting enough pressure to break my skin. He pressed the button, and the spikes disappeared, then he rolled it up my legs and placed it in between them, directly up against my crotch.

He pressed the button, and spikes erupted out of it and poke me in the crotch, and in the very tops of my legs which were touching it. I squirmed, but didn't try to get free, which would have been easy, but the squirming made it hurt more, so I stopped.

He pressed the button and the spikes left. He slowly forced the ball into my tiny pussy, it hurt like crazy without the spikes, just because of the size. Then he rotated it so that the button was facing the entrance, and he put his finger on the button.

He wanted me to stop him, but I didn't. He pressed the button, and my entire body tensed and I grimaced. He then pulled it out while the spikes were out, which made me scream in pain, and I started crying.

He then punched me in the gut multiple times, then he grabbed a sword, and put it gently on my pussy. I stared at the sword, and he was careful not to draw blood just yet. He then pulled it up and slammed it down as hard as he could.

He missed, because I rolled out of the way, and he smiled. I had fallen off the table when I rolled, and I stood up, despite it hurting to do so, and he held the sword in hand. There were a variety of weapons that I could easily grab, and he looked like he was about ready to swing at me.

He pulled his arm back, then swung his arm quickly in my direction, aiming to decapitate me. I grabbed a sword and blocked his attack immediately, then backed up and asked, "What are you doing?" He smiled.

I was in quite a bit of pain, and so I sat down on the floor, still holding my sword at the ready. He was very precise with his sword, and managed to get past my defense and slice my dress clean off, but not draw blood at all.

He then put his sword away, and walked to me. He had cut my dress off, so I was completely naked. He grabbed my hand to help me up, I put my sword away, and he held me. He carried me back to the elevator, where he sat me on the ground, and began to speak.

"I am disappointed in you, and I now know why you always get hurt. You are too trusting, even after I started hurting you, you remained still, because you trusted me. You only tried to stop me once you were in serious danger... when I brought out the sword..." He pressed the bottom to bring him back to his office.

I looked down, embarrassed, then he said, "If anyone tries to hurt you, I don't care who, you defend yourself, even if it's me!" He put his hand under my chin, and made me face him, "Ok?"

"Ok..." I said quietly, and he let go of my chin, and my head went back down. I stood up, and fought through the pain, and looked at the door, waiting for us to reach the top.

We reached the top, and the door opened, he gestured for me to go first. I stepped out of the elevator, then he did, right behind me. He grabbed a marker, and wrote something in Russian on my belly, just above my pussy, "Fuck me!"

I didn't know what he had written, so when he then told me to leave, I did, oblivious to what was said. I was also completely naked, and blood was running down my legs from my pussy. I went straight for the elevator, and pushed the button to go to the floor where Yana was.

Before reaching my destination, someone entered the elevator, and then we continued. He then stopped the elevator, using the emergency stop button. I looked at him, and looked around, wondering why he stopped it.

He pushed me back and banged my head into the wall, which made me get dizzy. I fell to the ground, and he pushed his pants down and started fucking me as hard as he could. It hurt more than usual, because I had been cut by the spikes.

He fucked me for about 5 minutes, I just laid limp, not able to stop him, because I was dizzy. He then slammed my head into the floor after cumming in me, and I passed out. He pulled out, and let the elevator take him to his destination.

Every time someone would use that elevator, they would see my body, with the words, "Fuck me!" Written above my pussy, and they would obey. I was fucked by over twenty men, and one woman figured out how, of course, using a strap on dildo.

I eventually woke up, in an immense amount of pain. Nobody was fucking me at the time, and I around, the elevator was empty. I tried to stand up, but I had to hold tightly to the handrail inside the elevator.

I pressed the button to open the elevator doors, not caring which floor I was on. The doors did not open, and so I pressed one of the buttons, and it didn't move, then I pressed a different button, and it moved for like half a second, then stopped.

I was confused, was the elevator broken? I climbed up the side of the elevator, using the handrail to stand on. I pushed the vent out of the way, and climbed out. The elevator was in between two floors, at least ten stories up.

I was still in quite a bit of pain, and had to hold on to one of the cables to hold myself up. Then the elevator started going down, I just assumed someone had summoned it, until it started speeding up.

I could tell it was in a free fall, so I started to panick, not exactly knowing what to do. Since the cable was moving down with the elevator, I decided the best thing to do, would be to climb it.

I started climbing it, getting as far away from the elevator as possible. I saw it crash into the floor and quickly realized that the cables did not stop falling when the elevator hit the ground. I quickly crashed into the elevator, and passed out immediately.

Chapter 5