Captured for Interrogation

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Alexis blushed furiously as he read one of her best stories. . . . then had to giggle when he asked about the term 'cumslut'. "It's a term used by Doms to their subs. It means basically that all she-the sub, the 'slut', if you will-wants, is cum."

She shivered.
 
"I see," Said Nikolai, beginning to understand Alexis a little better. "And have you been this 'cumslut' as you so put it?"
 
"No," she stated shortly. "Just been a. . . . fantasy of mine for a time. I wrote that story a long time ago," she said, curling up. "I haven't had a desire to try it for a while though"
 
"Well we will be here for a while and you obviously won't tell me anything vital, so tell me more about your fantasy. What is the man, the 'Dom' like" he said, learning new terms by the minute now.
 
She shook her head. "I don't wanna talk about it, please," she pleaded. "I tried it once, when I was in college. . . it ended badly. . . "
 
Nikolai decided it was time to give back something to get more information. "The fantasy, and I delete your videos without looking." he said reassuringly.
 
She shook her head. "Please. . . .it's not something i want to. . . .remember. . .. ." she pleaded. A tear strolled down her cheek as she remembered how she used her safeword, and still, he continued. .. . not caring. . . . not giving a damn. . . . .

"I trusted him, and he betrayed that," she whispered softly.
 
"I ask not for the situation as it was, I ask for your perfect night with the perfect man." Nikolai said, walking over to the cell and leaning up against it. "Tell me and I will retrieve anythhing you wish from your vehicle that will not help you escape."
 
Alexis shook her head, shaking. "I don't even know anymore, Nikolai. I've only had sex twice since then, both while I was drunk off my ass. I haven't even really fantasized since then." she started crying, feeling useless.
 
Nikolai decided that he needed to comfort her, even though she was the enemy. He said, pass me out the bottle and the fork."
 
Nodding, she passed him the glass and the fork, taking another swig of the vodka to calm her nerves. . . but it seemed to bring the memories back. . . .
 
Nikolai took the weapons and then unlocked the cell. He walked in and locked it behind him. He sat down behind Alexis and embraced her in his strong, muscular arms. "Whatever happened then, will not happen now."
 
"How do I know that?" she asked bluntly through tears. "He was a friend before then. You're a stranger who tackled me in the snow then ziptied me. You're not just that; you're the enemy."

She relaxed in his arms, not having really felt that before.
 
"In all honesty, you can't." Nikolai admitted sheepishly, "But as you have probably guessed, I am the worst person for this situation. I cannot bear to see a woman in pain."
 
She nodded, noting that. For a KGB officer, he didn't seem that bad. Alexis sniffled softly. "I wish I knew what the perfect night was with the perfect man. . . . I don't anymore. . . .."
 
The radio crackled to life. Nikolai exited the cell and relocking it. the keys missed his belt and fell to the floor. he picked up the radio and began a long conversation in russian.
 
Alexis noticed the dropped keys on the floor as she heard a long conversation in Russian. She repeatedly heard "nyet!" from Nikolai's end. She studied him, and decided to try for it. She hesitated though. Her clothes were in plain sight of Nikolai. She decided to wait until she had her clothes back, at least. She wouldn't survive 5 minutes outside without them.
 
Nikolai was furiously trying to get through to his superior that nothing of import had happened. finally, he was told that he would be on standby until the end of the week as no vehicles could make it due to weather. Nikolai sat down to think. Surely he could leave the cell unattended, it was locked.
 
Alexis sat down, and tried to think out a plan. But for some reason, she could only think about those lips on the Rusky kissing hers. . . .

STOP! she told herself sternly. You're on a mission, not back in the college dorms. FOCUS!!!

But she couldn't. For some reason, she just wanted his strong arms around her. . . . she had never felt that. . . . . safe. Yes, safe was the word.

She hesitantly walked over to the door of the cell, still wrapped in the blanket, tears dried. "Nikolai?" she called timidly.
 
Nikolai returned, looking annoyed. "It appears that your stay will be extended, as no one can get a vehicle up here." he said. "As you can't leave, I guess it wouldn't hurt to let you out as long as you promise not to hurt me. I hate hurting women, but I like living more."
 
Alexis nodded. "The keys are on the floor. I, um, have a question for you," she mumbled, scared.
 
"Could you. . . . ." she hesitated, then said it quietly, almost too quietly to hear, "hold me again, like you were before your superior called?"
 
"You could have escaped and shot me with my own gun this entire time?" Nikolai said, completely taken aback. "Yet you ask me to hold you even though I am an enemy? You confuse me, Lexia."
 
Alexis nodded, chuckling. "I confuse myself, Nikolai. Just. . . . please". She looked up at him, hazel eyes sincere. She nervously tucked a stray longish strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
 
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