An Enemy of the People (open to all)

[magbeam]

Moscow, 1953

"Goodnight, Comrade Commisar," Zinaida Mikhailovna Sokolovskaya said to Lavrenti Beria, as she gathered her belongings from the office.

As usual, Beria replied with a cordial farewell that belied his brutal nature. He was the chairman of the MVD, the Ministry of Internal Affairs - an innocent name for the dreaded secret police who oversaw the gulags and Party purges. Beria himself was one of the few people on Earth who could truly call himself a friend of Stalin, a fact which more than anything spoke to what his tue nature must be like.

Zinaida was the secretary for Commissar Beria, and had been for the past few years. She had been a loyal member of the Comunist Party since she ws old enough to join, and had done her duty in the Great Patriotic War - her brother had died at Stalingrad. However, her continued service for Beria, seeing the day-to-day actions of a organization devoted to killing, torturing, and imprisoning millions of people a day had worn her down, and finally Zinaida had admitted to herself that her faith in everything - Stalin, Communism, the Soviet Union itself - was gone.

It was around this time that an acquiantance from her apartment complex, a handsome man called Vadim, had gradually began hinting that he might not be Vadim at all. Eventually, it had come out that he was a Western spy. Promising her sanctuary, freedom, a new start in the capitalist paradise, he had asked her to do just a few things first.

"Vadim" had given her a small list of things he needed: border guards, enemy agents abroad, weapons deployments, codes she had no idea what they stood for. But, with a perfect eidetic memory (what Beria had no doubt chosen her for in the first place). Looking them up at work one every few day and copying them down for Vadim at her apartment, they had grown closer and closer, no doubt also driven by the fear of capture as their goal got closer.

Yesterday, they had finally enjoyed a night-long session of the most passionate, lust-filled sex Zinaida had ever experienced; today she would retrieve the last record for Vadim; and tonight they would be within his country's embassy, safe. Her thoughts throughout all of her day's work had been filled alternately with dreaming of spending the rest of her life as Vadim's wife in Britain or America, and the terror of what would await her if she failed: rape, torture, interrogation, brainwashing, and death only if she were lucky.

Luck seemed to be with her. Earlier in the day she had discretely been able to scan a Defense Ministry report on something called "Sputnik;" she had had a scare that she had been seen by an apparatchik, but it had turned out to be baseless. She let out a sigh of relief as she reached the doors of the Ministry entrance, the guard checking her ID in the usual manner. She was practically about to skip away when she heard the dreaded words:

"Just a second, Comrade Sokolovskaya."

She didn't have time to struggled as strong arms of the Chekist wrapped around her, holding her still as a chloroform rag was held over her mouth. None of the other MVD personnel entering or leaving gave the sight a second glance, and her last thoughts before going unconscious were dread at what would happen when she woke up...

OOC:

Zinaida is 26, blonde with long hair in a bun, maybe 5' 8", brown eyes, decent-sized breasts, and athletic body.

I'm looking for maybe a darker element here, having Zinaida be, like she says, raped, tortured, interrogated, brainwashed. I'd prefer nothing scatological, no dismemberment/cutting off body parts, or snuff, but anything other than I have no problem with.

Males or females can be in here: interrogators, torturers, nurses, fellow prisoners all welcome. Or Vadim and his friends trying to rescue her (not too soon, hopefully).

 

[magbeam]

Bump?

 

[emily123]

Ooc

would you like to have me play a couple of roles in here
I am a female and am keen to play the role of Vadim and 1 torturer!
pls let me know

 

[magbeam]

That would be fine with me!

 

[emily123]

Torturer

Sgt. Kuznetsov

Sgt. Kuznetsov was a true communist and true loyalist of Stalin.
He is a top rated officer of the Soviet counter spy agency and quitel followed the western spy.
He had been suspecting Beria for some time and today as he kept closed tab on her he did found her stealing top secret details of Soviet millitary, that she had no link or need for to complete her work.
He quitely choloroformed her and brought her to his base a few 100miles of the city.
This was one of those bases which was non existent on papers but was practically present.
He got the young girl in one of the interogational cells and handcuffed her to the table as he quitely went out of the room and watched what goes on by a CC TV

 

[magbeam]

Zinaida awoke, groggy and not sure what had happened. She moved to rub her eyes, and suddenly realized she was handcuffed. Everything returning to her, she opened her eyes, gasping.

She was in a dark room, sitting at an uncomfortable chair, handcuffed to a cold steel table. She remembered what had happened to her, and let out a low sob of despair. Everything had gone so well; why had she been caught at the last minute of her last mission?

Silently, she said her goodbyes to Vadim, knowing her dream relationship and future with him would never come to pass. Likely, the only future she had would end when she left this cell.

Sobbing, Zinaida struggled to say a prayer to St. Basil. She had never followed the Church, even when it had been temporarily allowed during the war, but she had already forsaken Communism and her country; what else could she turn to now?

 

[emily123]

I closey monitor you for some time, this was an old method of mine and then i switch on the high intensity light in the cell which blinds you instantly and you shut your eyes, i then focus all lights on your face and see as you are blinded.
I walk into the cell and close the door of the cells, you do realise that you are not alone as you hear my footsteps as i approach the seat opposite to yours

 

[magbeam]

Zinaida closed her eyes as the near-total blackness of the cell was suddenly converted into blinding light. For a gut-wrenching second she wondered if her prayers had been answered with the light of god; however, when she heard the door open and footsteps, she knew her trials were just beginning.

She heard someone sit in the chair in front of her, but had a hard time focusing with the light. Zinaida said nothing, her heart racing.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Elsa Hildebrandt

The black Volga was making good speed on the deserted streets of Moscow, not that it'd matter anyway. People like her did not have to pay heed to such trifles as traffic cogestion. An officer of the GRU was allowed privilieges, not for his or her own benefit of course, but for the sake of protecting Rodina, The Motherland.¨

Major Hildebrandt sat in the backseat, her features impassive as she smoked yet another of the cheap citizen-issue cigarettes. At 30 she had made a good career for herself, already a major with the Glavnoe Razvedyvatel'noe Upravlenie, the military intelligence of the Soviet Union. It was not commonplace for personell from her agency took part in interrogations of traitors, yet the schism between the Cheka and the military intelligence had deepened and Comrade Stalin himself had ordered that the the GRU would take a more thorough charge in matters that concerned the safety of the Motherland.

Looking out the window as the Volga made it's way towards the NKVD HQ in Lubyanka Square. It was proof of the superiority of the Communist System that she had managed to obtain the position she held. Major Hildebrandt was of Baltic-German descent. Born in Lativa during the Republic's brief independence from the Russian Empire. Her father had been an avid supporter of the independence, at least up to the point when the so-called democratic Latvian goverrnment had showed their true Fascist colours. Being married to a Russian woman of jewish ancestry had proved a severe constraint in Latvia, and it had made Elsa realise that only under the aegis of Communism could everyone be truely equal. She had greeted the Soviet liberation whole-heartedly and joined the Red Army when the Fascists launched their attack on the Motherland. She'd served with Comrade Marshal Zhukov in the war, fighting the Fascists all the way back to Berlin as a tank commander. She still bore the scars with pride.

After the Great Patriotic War, she had been posted to the GRU, as an assistant to the Resident in Helsinki. Her knowledge of the decadent Western languages having been deemed useful to the furthering of Communism. She had received the highest praise for her dedication and the promotion that came with it.

The car pulled up by one of the side entries, and the corporal stepped smartly outside to hold the door open. Major Hildebrandt was technically averse to such gestures, yet it served a cause in the great scheme of things. Nodding as she stepped out in the cold Moscow night, pulling her tunic closer around slender body and making for the door to the prison. The enemies of the people never slept and nor must the guardians of the same.

 

[magbeam]

Lieutenant-Colonel Dmitri Koskov watched as the GRU bitch walked through the entrance of Lubyanka. He couldn't believe that he was being suborned here. He, who was in charge of counter-intelligence for the capital district! He, who had been a Cheskit since Dzerzhinsky's day! And all in favor of this suka. Still, he had his orders from Beria, and Beria had his orders from...the very top, and Ksokov hadn't come this far by questioning orders.

Not that he had to like this. Hildebrandt wasn't even a proper Soviet; she was half German (Balt, German, the same ungrateful race) and half Jew, and he was certain her actions under that fat ass Zhukov had been more of a bedroom campaign than real fighting. She was almost half his age. She ranked below him. But what hurt his pride most was that she was military intelligence. The Chekists had never gotten along with their Defense Ministry counterparts.

He wished he were outside. He could use a smoke. But no use putting it off any further...

"Comrade Major Hildebrandt," he said, approaching the woman, the German name passing through his lips with difficulty. "Lieutenant-Colonel Koskov, capital affairs. I've been assigned to aide you during your interrogation." The words were bitter, but he said them as professionally as possible.

He handed her a file. "Her information. I'll summarize it as we go." He led her past security, into the first of many elevators.

"Zinaida Mikhailovna Sokolovskaya, age 26. Her parents, Vladimir Sokolovskoy and Natasha Bukhovina, Old Bolsheviks later convicted of Trostkyism and executed, 1933. She and her brother, Dmitri, sent to State orphanage outside Moscow. Sent to work in an industrial plant during the war; her brother died in Stalingrad. Joined the Party at 18; worked as a staffer for the Supreme Soviet, then Central Committee, then chosen as Beria to be his secretary."

He glanced at the major to see if she would react. Beria's...unsavory sexual proclivities were well known, but never spoken. As far as Koskov was aware, Beria had never taken advantage of Sokolovskaya; however, he couldn't say so, as that would acknowledge Beria's behavior, which would get him shot.

They were on the lowest level, and he guided her through a virtual labyrinth of hallways, still talking.

"This is the first indication that she has been anything less than totally loyal to the Soviet Union. However, upon going through records with fresh light, no doubt past evidence will show up. It tends to, in these cases." Making disposal easier, he didn't need to add; they both knew it.

They arrived at their destination: a steel door set in a concrete wall. He opened in, inviting Hildebrandt in first, then closing the door behing him. Through the one-way mirror, Sokolovskaya could be seen sweating it out with an NKVD sergeant.

Koskov indicated the door that would lead to the interrogation room. "Your call now, Major," he said. "Go in if you like, or you can wait for the sergeant to finish. I'll be here to assist either way."

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Elsa Hildebrandt

Giving Lieutenant-Colonel Koskov an impassive stare as he introduced himself, declining to take his hand nevermind salute.

"I trust that you will not interfere with the interrogation Comrade Lieutenant-Colonel Koskov. This is, as you surely know Comrade, an issue that transcends petty rivalry."

Elsa decided that the man was a useful idiot and further her superiors at the Defence Ministry had been clear on the issue. Do not accept impudence from the Chekists. She listened to Koskov's account on citizen Sokolovskaya's actions which had preceeded the arrest, giving him a questioning stare as he recounted that there had been no evidence of subversive behaviour in the girl's past.

"Forgive me for saying so Comrade Koskov but it strikes me that some of the blame must fall on the counter-espionage does it not? I don't need to remind you about the repercussions that follows dereliction of duty."

Smiling coldly as she watched the colonel's reaction, his anger barely constrained but keeping his peace.

Stepping into the observation room and looking at the woman now in custody. She would be considered beautiful by all accounts. A prime target obviously. Well she would not be pretty if she did not co-operate. A shame really, but the interest of the service must take precedence over the purely aesthical considerations one might harbour.

"Thank you Comrade Lieutenant-Colonel. I shall take it from here." She patted the black briefcase and opened the door to the interrogation room. Giving the sergeant an imperious stare.

"Get out!" The order hissed as the man reluctantly stood to attention and with a hateful glance left the room.

She took his seat, looking closely at Zinaida Sokolovskaya before speaking.

"My name is Major Elsa Hildebrandt of the GRU. I'm here to ask a few questions to sort out whatever misunderstanding that have occured. I strongly advice you citizen Sokolovskaya to offer your full co-operation. I would not like this to be any worse than it has to be."

She sat back again, lighting a cigarette and blowing a cloud of bluish smoke at citizen Sokolovskaya.

"Now shall we begin?"

 

[magbeam]

Koskov glared at the Major as she gave her imperious speech. The audacity of her words, lecturing him on loyalty and duty. Where had she been in 1917 when he had fought for the Leningrad Workers' Soviet, when he had helped form the Leningrad Workers Soviet? Not even born! Where had she been when he had fought at the siege of Warsaw? Being coddled by her Jewish mother in Livonia! Where had she been when he was dealing with the SS partisans in the southern front? Whoring herself out to ingratiate herself with the Red Army brass!

She was probably naive enough to assume everyone arrested was guilty. Even Koskov, a true Communist through and through, knew many of them were taken for petty reasons. Even this Sokolovskaya - he bet there was an even chance Beria had ordered this whole thing just so he could have his way with her. And he struggled hard to bite off a retort to the effect that enemy sleeper agents who had wormed their way up through the Party ranks might be responsible for helping protect their own.

But he suspected that Hildebrandt might take that too personally, and kept quiet.

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Zinaida flinched at the sound of the door opening, her mind constucting all manners of possible unpleasantry that the sound could be. But instead of an executioner, it was a pretty woman in an Army uniform. She ordered the guard out, the door clanging shut behind him, the ring reverberating inside her, again telling her how alone she was.

"My name is Major Elsa Hildebrandt of the GRU. I'm here to ask a few questions to sort out whatever misunderstanding that have occured. I strongly advice you citizen Sokolovskaya to offer your full co-operation. I would not like this to be any worse than it has to be. Now shall we begin?"

Zinaida coughed as the smoke was blown at her. It had been a while since she had bought cigarettes, and the smoke of this one spoke of particularly coarse tobacco.

"I...I don't kno why I'm here," she said, trembling, her voice sounding tiny in her ears. "I've...I've been a loyal Party member for years. I love the Soviet Union. I helped defeat the class enemies in the...the war. Please...this must be a mix up...Comrade Beria knows I would never betray him..."

Her lies sounded pathetic, even to herself.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Elsa Hildebrandt

"There is usually a mistake citizen Sokolovskaya, although it pleases me to hear you profess such patriotic sentiments."

She smiled as she leaned back on the hard wooden chair, examining the girl's features. Citizen Sokolovskaya looked thoroughly dishevelled and for good reasons too. Very few people who entered Lubyanka did leave. Taking another draught from her cigarette before extinguishing it on the floor and leaning closer.

"I would like you to tell me about a man calling himself Vadim. No please spare me the excuses that you have never met him. I know that you have and further have volunteered to offer your services to him."

Elsa sat back again, rummaging through her pocket and producing a black leather-bound notebook. Opening it and scribbling in shorthand the time and date as well as the name of the prisoner.

"Now Citizen Sokolovskaya I advice you to tell me everything. I will not suffer to hear any excuses why this happend or that did not. Do I make myself clear? Good. Shall we start with your first meeting with this man Vadim?"

Taking out yet another cigarette and lustfully inhaling the tobacco as she looked at Zinaida. Her blue eys boring into the girl willing her to confess.

 

[magbeam]

"There is usually a mistake citizen Sokolovskaya, although it pleases me to hear you profess such patriotic sentiments."

The woman smiled and put out her cigarette, and for one fleeting moment, Zinaida thought that this nightmare was over - it really was a mistake, they knew nothing, and that she would be set free. She allowed herself a small smile in return.

"I would like you to tell me about a man calling himself Vadim. No please spare me the excuses that you have never met him. I know that you have and further have volunteered to offer your services to him."

Zinaida's face fell. They really did know everything. She would never leave here. She wondered if Vadim were caught, also; how else would they know this about her and him?

Unless...They were still looking for him. In which case, he still had a chance. If she didn't give up anything about him, if she stalled them as much as possible. As the woman lit another cigarette, Zinaida steeled herself. She knew, in greater detail than most, to what lengths the NKVD and GRU would go to extract the information from her, but she would resist as long as possible.

Goodbye, Vadim, my love, she said to herself. Our life together in America will never be, now. If the Church's preachers are not liars after all, perhaps we will meet again. But for your sake, not for a long, long time.

"Vadim? He...he is a friend of mine. He helped me move into my apartment, when we first met. He is a g-good Communist. I know he would never b-b-betray Russia. We t-talk sometimes. I was thinking of marrying him..."

Shaking again, Zinaida trailed off, a tear starting to flow down her cheek.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Elsa Hildebrandt

Raising an eyebrow in mock surprise at Zinaida's rather pitiful explanation to hers and Vadim, or Harold Masters as he was really called. The son of Ukrainian immigrants to the US and a Fascist agent working within the USSR with the ultimate goal of destroying the Union.

"I strongly advice you to stop this charade Citizen Sokolovskaya. We have been monitoring "Vadim" for quite some time now and we know that he's capitalist agent. Now will you start telling the truth?"

Elsa had not raised her voice yet the look she bestowed on Zinaida clearly foretold the intended course of action. Putting her notebook down and opening the briefcase, taking out a leather case roughly double the size of a pack of cigarettes.

"Believe when I tell you this citizen; I do not take particular joy in inflicting pain yet there is too much at stake to allow you to behave in such an un-cooperative manner."

She stood up and zipped the case open, revealing a set of needles and clamps.

"This is a gift from our Chinese comrades. They are most adept in using implements such as these, and although I am but a novice I still believe you will find it most uncomfortable citizen Sokolovskaya. Now shall we begin again?"

Elsa remained standing, her presence hovering only a few inches away from Zinaida as she stared at her.

"Speak citizen!"

The command barked into Zinaide's ear, making the girl flinch.

 

[magbeam]

"I strongly advice you to stop this charade Citizen Sokolovskaya. We have been monitoring "Vadim" for quite some time now and we know that he's capitalist agent. Now will you start telling the truth?"

Zinaida's shaking was growing worse. The Major had spoken calmy, her voice still the level, pleasing, slightly-accented as usual, but Zinaida felt as if the woman had thundered at her. She had never before been so terrifed, felt so utterly hopeless. The orphanage, the war factory, her brother's death; all those experiences combined paled before this.

"Believe when I tell you this citizen; I do not take particular joy in inflicting pain yet there is too much at stake to allow you to behave in such an un-cooperative manner."

If Zinaida hadn't been so afraid, she would have had a merry laugh. Of course she enjoyed inflicting pain on others. All intelligence personnel, especially those in interrogation, did, otherwise they wouldn't be there. Zinaida had learned that much. Did she even believe that lie? Maybe to help her sleep at night? Or maybe she had thoroughly convinced herself that she was merely doing an unpleasant duty that had to be done?

But of course, Zinaida was letting her mind wander. It was better than focusing on her current terrible situation: the woman was now showing her her 'gifts' from China. Zinaida gulped, her mouth dry. If she thought the Chekists were bad, she had seen the reports on what Mao's men did to their prisoners.

Zinaida squeezed her eyes shut, trying to will herself away. As it was, she was unaware of the Major moving closer, and her barked command made Zinaida jump.

"Speak citizen!"

"I...I...I...I don't know! I don't know!" Tears were flowing down from beneath her wrenched-shut eyelashes. "I'm innocent! Please...please..." She was beginning to hyperventilate, trying not to think about what was about to be done to her.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Elsa Hildebrandt

Keeping her features impassive as she struck Zinaida twice in the face. First connecting her palm with her left cheek and then the right as she brough her arm back.

"I decide who is innocent here Citizen."

Elsa had kept her voice level as she leaned forward and in one fluid motion ripped Zinaida's blouse open, revealing her pert breasts to her view. Tugging at the straps of the bra and discarding it on the floor.

"There is no point in resisting citizen, although you got a choice; make this painful or not."

Her blue eyes boring into Zinaida, smiling coldly as she saw the fear but also the determination in the younger woman's eyes. This would perhaps be harder than she had first imagined. Sighing as she selected a needle, holding it in her right hand as she pinched Zinaida's left nipple and slowly brining the sharp implement to the side of the same. Pricking her skin, seeing how the girl bit her lip in an attempt not to scream as Elsa slowly pushed the needle through the tender tissue.

"Now are you going to tell me about Vadim citizen and what preceeded your treason?"

Twisting the needle causing a droplet of blood to run down the soft mound of her breast.

 

[magbeam]

Zinaida cried out as she was slapped, and then backhanded in the same movement, by the evil woman. Her arms instinctively rose to defend herself, but could only be raised an inch or so; she was so terrified, she had forgotten that they were still cuffed to the table.

Zinaida cried out again, struggling to free herself, or at least to avoid her hands, as her top was ripped open and her bra pulled off, the straps digging painfully into her back. It was all in vain, of course.

"There is no point in resisting citizen, although you got a choice; make this painful or not."

Zinaida suddenly realized what was going to happen to her, what those needle and clamps were to be used for. She looked up at the GRU woman, saying nothing. She would have liked to believe that this was deliberate defiance; Zinaida was honest enough with herself to admit that she was silent from being too terrified to speak.

She watched, wide-eyed, as the major selected a needle, flaunting it in front of Zinaida's face. She bit her lip in preparation as the major pinched her right nipple, then slowly pushed the needle through. She tried to remain quiet, but finally, just as the needle left the opposite side of her nipple, she let out a tiny squeal of pain. It felt as if the nipple was on fire.

"Now are you going to tell me about Vadim citizen and what preceeded your treason?"

"I...I'm not...not a traitor..." she stammered, biting her lip again as the major twisted the needle.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Elsa Hildebrandt

Lightning another cigarette, blowing the smoke into Zinaida's face as she leaned closer.

"You are indeed a traitor citizen Sokolovskaya, we have already established that and I'm sure I do not need inform you about the penalty for treason."

Blowing on the tip of her cigarette and bringing it closer to Zinaida's naked chest. The heat radiating as Elsa lazily brought it even closer.

"Do co-operate and there is a possibility that such sentence can substituted for, say 20 years in a labour camp. Anyway you will have to answer to the despicable acts you perpetrated."

Bringing the cigarette back to her lips, her eyes momentarily vivid as she stared at Zinaida.

"What prompted you to do such a thing? Money? A promise of a life in the West? Let me assure you that the west is nothing but decadence and oppression. Did he promise you to go to America? A country where people are separated because of the colour of their skin. Britain? The oppressor of the world! ANSWER ME!"

Her hand connected with Zinaida's face again, this time breaking the younger woman's lip.

"Now citizen I shall ask you civily one more time and if you do not comply I will be forced to proceed is that understood. Tell me about Vadim and what information you supplied him with."

 

[magbeam]

Zinaida flinched as the cigarette was brought close to her skin. Her nipple throbbed painfully, the feelig of the steel needle passing through her skin making her sick. She let out a sigh of relief as the major brought the ciagarette back to her lips, rather than onto one of her nipples, as she had feared.

"What prompted you to do such a thing? Money? A promise of a life in the West? Let me assure you that the west is nothing but decadence and oppression. Did he promise you to go to America? A country where people are separated because of the colour of their skin. Britain? The oppressor of the world! ANSWER ME!"

Zinaida kept her quiet, her eyes darting up to glance at Hildebrandt's before darting away, as if fearing that staring too long into those brilliant, angry blue orbs would somehow siphon away her willpower, as perhaps they might.

Her eyes staring down, she saw Hildebrandt raise her hand again. Still uanble to do anything, she still reflexively tried to raise her hands to defend herself, foolishly. The hand connected with her face with a resounding THWACK and Zinaida cried out as her head flew back, the taste of iron in her mouth. Another trail of blood settle on her breast, this one dripping from her split lip.

But still, she said nothing.

"Now citizen I shall ask you civily one more time and if you do not comply I will be forced to proceed is that understood. Tell me about Vadim and what information you supplied him with."

Zinaida was quiet for a long time. Finally, looking up, her face tembling but her will still solid, at least for the time being, she answered. "No."

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Elsa Hildebrandt

"Suit yourself Citizen, but let me assure you that everyone talks, it's just a matter of the amount of pain I chose to inflict."

Elsa took a draught from her cigarette and with the same impassive feature she'd displayed earlier brought it the skin between Zinaida's breasts. Stubbing the cigarette out as the room was filled with the sickening smell of burnt flesh.

"Still not keen to talk? No? Trust me this is going to hurt you a lot more than me."

With that she selected another needle which she pushed down into the soft flesh of Zinaida's exposed breast. Breaking the skin as she pressed the needle inside making the younger woman yelp from the pain.

"I got thirty needles Citizen and this is only the beginning. Now tell me about Vadim, how did he establish contact? What did you supply him with? What did he tell you?"

 

[magbeam]

Zinaida bit her lip again as the cigarette was stubbed out in the valley between her breasts. The smell sickened her, causing her to gag; the pain was worse than the needle in her nipple had been. Much worse. Still, she wouldn't let this bitch hear her scream; she bit down harder on her lip, and tasted blood that she suspected hadn't been caused by the slap to the face.

When she managed to keep herself quiet, Zinaida congratulated herself, though the celebration was short lived.

"Still not keen to talk? No? Trust me this is going to hurt you a lot more than me."

Her whole body stiffened as Hildebrandt selected a long, thin needle, showing it to her, pushing it to the surface of her already-mauled tit. Zinaida couldn't accept what was about to happen; it was a bluff, it had to be.

It wasn't.

Her resolve to stay quiet and not grant her tormenter the pleasure of hearing her scream failed. Zinaida threw her head back, yelling out as several inches of steel were slowly pushed into the interior of her breast. She was panting, and when she slowly looked back up at the blonde, there were steady streams of tears flowing down her face.

"I got thirty needles Citizen and this is only the beginning. Now tell me about Vadim, how did he establish contact? What did you supply him with? What did he tell you?"

Once more, Zinaida steeled herself with her memory of Vadim, their friendship, their plans, their lovemaking, his promise of love and fidelity to her. Apart from her parents and brother, Vadim was the only person who had cared for her, truly cared for her as a person. The Chekists and the Army had stolen her parents and her brother from her; Zinaida wouldn't let them steal Vadim, as well.

Knowing that she would very soon regret the action, Zinaida gathered as much bloody saliva as she could in her mouth, and spit, aiming for Hildebrandt's face.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Elsa Hildebrandt

The expectorate hit her cheekbone and ran down her jawline, prompting Elsa to reach for the hankerchief to wipe it of. She still refused to show any emotion as she slapped Zinaida twice across the face and before the younger woman had time to recover pushed the needle all the way into her mammary gland.

"Now Citizen that was truely a very stupid move." She put the hankie back in her pocket and selected another needle. "I will make sure I get my personal revenge for that one Citizen but alas it is subject to the requirements of the service."

A mirthless smile on her lips as she pushed the needle through Zinaida's other breast, this time piercing it from the side, and not stopping until the metal implement was buried all the way. Turning to the mirror and asking the sergeant to bring her a bottle of anti-septic before sitting down.

"Now tell me Citizen, what did Vadim tell you? What did you supply him with and for how long have you been doing so. I might as well tell you that his name is Harold Masters, the son of dissidents from Ukraine and as such he doesn't care a bit for a good Russian girl like you."

Lightning another cigarette and inhaling. "And next time you do anything stupid like that I put it out in your eye is that understood Citizen?"

 

[magbeam]

Zinaida cried out from the slaps, then screamed as the needle was pushed in the rest of the way, her head spinning. The major was speaking, but through her sobs and the blood rushing in her head, Zinaida couldn't make anything out. She screamed again, tossing her head back and forth and doing her best to break free from the cuffs, as she pushed another needle into her breast.

Maybe it was longer, or because of the position, or because she was loosing her mind, but to Zinaida the insertion seemed to go on forever. Even as she saw the major pull her hands away, Zinaida could swear that she felt like the needle was still painfully burrowing, red-hot, into her breast.

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Outside the room, the sergeant - a Chekist, not one of her GRU men - looked to Koskov, who nodded his assent. As the sergeant brought Hildebrandt her requested solution, Koskov mused the strange Balt-Jewess. He couln't deny that he was finding her techniques to be...quite invigorating. He wondered how she might respond to a proposition for a roll in the hay, so to speak, before she left Lubyanka. Given how she likely achieved her position, he figured she just might accept. Then the sergeant was back and the door was sealed, and he focused his attention again on her interrogation.

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Zinaida's crying eyes were closed; she could tell that someone had just entered and handed something to Hildebrandt, but couldn't tell what. Perhaps that was for the best. Her voice, her hated, monotone voice, brought her back to the present.

"Now tell me Citizen, what did Vadim tell you? What did you supply him with and for how long have you been doing so. I might as well tell you that his name is Harold Masters, the son of dissidents from Ukraine and as such he doesn't care a bit for a good Russian girl like you. And next time you do anything stupid like that I put it out in your eye is that understood Citizen?"

Zinaida had no doubt that she was telling the truth. And after what had just happened, she wouldn't want to go out of her way to anger the major again, anyways. Although she didn't know it, that decision was the first sign of her breaking.

"Doesn't matter what his name is," Zinaida mumbled through her bloody lips. "He loves me. I love him. I won't betray him."

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Elsa Hildebrandt

"You are proving to be more than tolerably stupid Citizen. The spy does not love you but played on your inherent weaknesses."

Screwing the cork of the bottle and sniffing it. Yes it would suffice, the percentage of alcohol enough to make sure that the experience would be memorable. Selecting another needle and dipping it into the bottle before moving closer, the needle held out for Zinaida to see.

"If you think you felt pain before then this is going to prove a bit of a revelation."

She sat down on the table and taking hold of Zinaida's breast, positioning the tip of the needle against her nipple, pointing inwards.

"What information did you supply Masters with? How long did you do it? What was his main interest? Still playing stubborn? Well suit yourself."

Pushing in, breaking the skin as the steel went into Zinaida's tortured body. The screams no longer human, and still Major Hildebrandt kept her features impassive.