Captured for Interrogation

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"Daddy, I'm sorry, I had to. . ." Alexis whispered softly, her eyes filling up with tears. "I'm so sorry Daddy. . ."
 
"Just tell me what you're hiding and I promise everything will be OK," he said, stroking her hair gently to add to the illusion.
 
Something in the back of Alexis's mind began making her doubt. "Call me by my nickname, Daddy," she asked. "I miss that. Please Daddy. . ."
 
Alexis hesitated, still. "But Daddy. . . I don't want you to be in danger. . . you know I can't reveal details about my mission. . ."
 
"I'll be safe, your boss promised me that," he said. "Me and your brothers, all together at home with you."
 
"Joey's on a mission, Daddy, remember?" she said. "He shipped out not long after me. . . Daddy, please. . ."
 
"Thank you Daddy. . . when will he be home? I'll have to be sure to cook a venison stew for him," Alexis said, her mind struggling with the pain to break through.
 
"The paperwork will take a week, so he'll be home in to," he said, stroking her cheek. "Fill me in on what you need to tell me."
 
The touch on her face is what triggered Alexis and she turned and looked straight at the soldier masquerading as her father. "Rot in hell, bastard," she growled.
 
The soldiers nodded to one another, took hold of ALexis behind her locked u legs, and pushed down, forcing Boris to fill her even more completely than before. They held her there for five minutes and then left.
 
Alexis screamed and squirmed and fought her way off. She could feel her wrists get raw from fighting so hard. So close to breaking, and yet she held out. She was proud of herself for doing that, but she knew the end wasn't close by.
 
Yeltsin left the vibrator on max, and with two hours to go, decided to play really dirty. She put the classical music on and broke out a brand new recording. Soon Alexis could hear sex noises, but there was something very familiar about the begging, pleading, and screaming that was going on.
 
Alexis heard the familiarity of the sex noises and honed in on them, before blushing furiously as she realized that it was her noises. . . from times with Nikolai. "Where did you get those," she hissed, angry.
 
"It was all we could recover from Siberia," she said. "I always knew it would be useful. I could always call my men in here and let them listen to it with you."
 
"No," Alexis groaned. She hated the thought of that. From Siberia? From back when she and Nikolai first began to play and she began begging for him. . .
 
"One call is all it would take for my men to see the fierce warrior they've wondered about all this time. Too bad all they'll see is a moaning American whore. Or, you could stop all this nonsense and just talk."
 
Alexis tried to lunge at Yeltsin, snarling. "I am not a whore. I just know what I want in bed. Bet you don't get a say in your bedroom, huh, Georgia?"
 
"Feisty, for someone who can't control how hard she cums anymore," she said. She began turning the vibrator from maximum power to nothing in rapid succession, over and over again
 
Alexis reacted minimally. "You know, Nikolai will be VERY upset if you damage me too much," she noted. "And right now, stimuli cannot affect me. Who knows if I can orgasm anymore?" She shrugged the best she could.
 
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