I begin to lick you labia in broad, flat brushes, enjoying both of our tastes. Once clean, my tongue parts your lips and sweeps your opening in short,...quick passes. ‘Mmm… You’re fucked pussy tastes wonderful, Love.’ As I continue to probe the length of you, my arm wraps around your leg and finger of my hand begins to run your clit. Quickly, it hardens beneath my touch. You begin to moan softly, ‘Yes, please…’ Having finished cleaning you, I slip two fingers into your pussy, ‘Yes, Baby! Fuck. Paranoia is never a pathological fantasy in this fucked up regime." You're right about that," Wolf sadly agreed."So they're extraction ... the troupe ... it must have been witnessed." Of course my love. But we're quite good at disappearing into shadows." We? I thought you were a Stasi agent." Yes I was, and I hate that you hate me for that. But I'm not anymore. That little unpleasant stint has ended." Unpleasant?" Horrible?" he suggested and Gretchen nodded. "I can't claim I didn't bring. It's a knowing command, as the sharp pains in her tits send more electricity to her squelching snatch. Panting and sweating, Sierra's eyes roll back in her head. She’s faint and dizzy, but her torturers are just getting her exactly where they want her. Now there's more red rope, binding her hands over her head to the high back of the chair and lashing her ankles to her thighs, splaying her for all to see. The wide “V” in the chair’s seat would make it easy for anyone to walk up and stick. I looked at Seven.“I assume that’s a yes.”She nodded and the Powers that Be left us.“Chicken!” I hollered. Seven said in my head. “Who? Cyn’s kid?”Well ... Shit!I turned to the ‘Fast Reaction’ boat crew as they boarded with immense pumps and tools.“Need help?” asked the boat pilot. Naturally, he spoke Ukrainian. I didn’t ... oh I know ... Krys has been trying ... but ... not enough to understand. I looked at our politicians daughter.“Yes, please. Thank you.” Krys said.No sooner said than big.