A/N - Previous chapters will be found in the following:
Chapter 1-10: Incest/Taboo
Chapters 11, 13-14: Erotic Coupling
Chapter 12: Interracial Love
For those of you still following the series, this chapter was written long before the Russian invasion of the Ukraine. Not that I actually need to explain anything considering this is just pure fantasy and this chapter is a little over the top in places. Perhaps tongue in cheek in places but hope you enjoy.
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The first thing that woke me up was the sound of shouting and heavy boots on the floor. I was up and alert immediately, but before I could even get out of bed, the door into my bedroom burst open, a group of heavily armed people charging in. They were not speaking English as their weapons were aimed point blank at me, flashlights on their weapons or heads blinding, shouting commands at me in a language I sure bloody recognised considering I was fluent.
Russian.
The fuck was going on? I was more worried about fucking jihadi's and fundies, not Cold War bullshit. More concerning, how the fuck did they find me? My cover was meant to be absolutely rock solid.
Forced to my knees, they bound my hands bound with a zip-tie behind at my wrists before covering my head in a black bag. Hauled to my feet, I felt myself being dragged out into the hallway and down the stairs, before feeling wet concrete under my feet and the cool night air. There was the sound of an engine running, the opening of a sliding door and I felt myself pushed inside, landing heavily on a metallic floor. I remained silent. No point asking questions. Not yet anyway. Then I felt the needle into my neck and I passed out for a little while.
I woke up with us in the air as I could hear the drone of engines. My hands were still bound. Sack still over my head. While I'd slept, they'd covered my mouth with something as I could barely move my lips. They obviously noticed my movement as I heard voices, again in Russian. The sack was removed, blinking rapidly as my eyes adjusted to the dull light. I was the only one sitting against the side of the aircraft, surrounded by what looked like men, still wearing body armour and fatigues. They wore no emblem nor insignia, so I could only rely on what they were speaking and the accents.
"You have questions," one of them said across, heavily accented English. I met his eyes, ensuring I returned the deadeye stare I'd been perfecting. Cold. Impassive. Utterly devoid of any emotion and empathy. I looked in the mirror occasionally and still scared myself. All the training had worked but it was sometimes difficult to see the changes. "You are not afraid. Good. We will enjoy breaking you."
I tried to say something a few times before they finally ripped off the tape. I glanced at the man who did it. "Fuck you very much," I said, before glancing across at the one who'd spoken to me, "Just one question. Where are we going?"
"Russia."
"Fantastic. Never been there before. Can we go to Red Square?" That earned me a smack on the back of the head. "I guess a tour of the Kremlin is out then? Is Lenin still in the mausoleum?"
"Make jokes now, funny man," the man who'd smacked me warned, "You will not be laughing soon enough."
So that's what I did. I laughed at them. "Fuck me, did they get you lot from Henchmen 'R Us or something? I could do a better Russian accent than you!"
"Yuri, I think it's best you shut our guest up and put him back to sleep. We have a little time to go yet."
Tape was reapplied, the bag put back over my head, and I was asleep within a few seconds again. I didn't wake until we were on the ground, the drone of an engine, the shifting of gears, suggesting I was being driven somewhere. If they were telling me the truth, we were somewhere in Russia. Fuck knows where though. I also wondered where everyone else was. The fact I'd been nabbed at my residence did not bode well. The van, I assumed it was a van as I was again resting against cold metal, the sliding door opened and I was again dragged. A door slammed more than once before I heard keys in a lock, an ancient door open, and I was dragged into what could only have been a cell. The temperature immediately dropped, and being in only a thin shirt and boxers, I did my best not to shiver. The bag was removed, blinking rapidly as a bright light was just above the door, the tape ripped from my face.
"Try anything when we remove the zip-tie and it won't end nicely," Yuri warned. I took the warning seriously, feeling a knife cut the plastic, immediately rubbing feeling back into my hands and wrists. The two men at the door, both covering me with AK-47s, meant I didn't move a muscle before the door was shut and locked. I glanced around my small cell. Stretching out my arms, I could just about touch either side, though it was long enough for a single bed, a thin mattress, and a bucket for me to piss and shit in. I sat down on the bed and immediately thought about my predicament. At least a dozen entered the apartment. Their only objective seemed to be me. I did wonder if they'd gone after Jennifer, hoping she was alright. Good thing she wasn't with me that night.
Everything else in my apartment would take a serious level of hacking, that's if they even grabbed it. I was apparently halfway around the world now. I had no idea what time it was, but someone would surely know by now I'd disappeared. But, as we'd all been warned, we operated without a safety net. If we were caught, we were on our own.
I lay back, resting a hand behind my head on the thin pillow, and tried to sleep. But the bright light burned into my eyelids. It was almost impossible to drift off. A loud buzzer grabbed my attention, the door swinging open. Loud footsteps and voices. I was hauled out, hands underneath my armpits, as I was dragged into an empty room. Definitely interrogation. A lone chair sat in the middle. I was forced to sit, my ankles shackled to the legs, my wrists shackled behind me. A man with weapon then headed to each corner of the room, a single lightbulb above me. In front was a glass window. Seeing my reflection, I smiled. I looked like shit.
"Captain Nathan Smith," a voice said. I gave nothing away as an officer entered the room. He was a colonel of the Russian Army, based on the uniform, "Born in Sydney, Australia. Joined the British Royal Marines at the age of nineteen. Graduated and joined Three Commando Brigade, Forty Commando Unit. Served with distinction and honour before his untimely death during an operation in Basra, Iraq. Since then, he has worked for a secret agency, O.G.I.S, simply known as 'The Org'."
"You've got the wrong man. Never heard of him before."
"Ah, yes. That's right. You are now Nick Stevens. Strange how there is so little information about you." He stood in front of me, a manila folder in his left hand, cigarette in his right. "Then again, when you are a government assassin..."
I laughed. "Government assassin? You've got the wrong man again. I'm a bloody banker!"
He snapped the folder shut. "We know who you are, Captain Smith. And we have ways of making you talk."
"Fucking hell, did you just read a script before entering or something? I'm sure I've seen this move before."
He smirked. "No. But we have ways of dealing with uncooperative prisoners. Yuri?!" The door was opened by my friend, Yuri, and in walked a fucking beast of a man. His legs were like tree trunks. His arms weren't much smaller. I looked into his eyes. They were as devoid of any humanity as mine sometimes were. "This here is Alexei. He has broken plenty of people like you before." As he explained, the beast put on a pair of leather gloves. "Are you willing to answer some questions? Or is Alexei going to be needed to help loosen your tongue?"
I shrugged. "My name is James Watson. I was born in Reading, United Kingdom. My parents were blue-collar, hardworking English folk. I'm an only child. Single. I work a boring job, trading stocks. I don't know who you think I am, but you've got the wrong guy."
The colonel sighed. "If that's the way you wish to proceed." He clicked his fingers, hearing the men at each corner come to attention. He then patted Alexei on the shoulder. "This will hurt. Alexei enjoys hurting people."
"Guess I'm about to learn what it's like to be punched in the face."
"Oh no, we don't do that. Not yet." I was hauled to my feet, the shackles undone slightly, though only so I could be attached to the wall, arms now above me, feet held in position so I couldn't move. "Alexei knows more about inflicting pain than anyone else I know. Last chance, Captain Smith?"
I swallowed. "Well, guess I'm about to start pissing blood soon, eh?"
"I admire your confidence, Captain. Shame it is misplaced."
The beating lasted an hour. Alexei knew just where to hit and how hard. I would have liked to curl up in a ball from the agony, but the restraints meant all I could do was stand there and take it. By the time they dragged me back to my cell, I could barely breath. Collapsing onto the bed, I groaned to myself a few times and drifted off.
It felt like I'd been asleep for barely a few seconds before there was the buzzer, my eyes blinded by the bright light, hauled out of bed and dragged down a cold corridor. I glanced to see signage all in Cyrillic. I heard shouts and cries from elsewhere. I had the uneasy feeling I wasn't the only prisoner. This time, I was escorted into a room that had a metal table, a metal chair to either side. Chained to the floor, I was sat down, wrists handcuffed to the table.
I waited there a few minutes, staring at the glass again. I knew I was being watched so I smiled and flipped them the bird. Made me feel a little better about things. The door opened, two soldiers with AK-47s walking in, taking position to either side of the door, the same colonel walking in. He took off his hat, placing that down, shook off his jacket, placing that on the back of the chair, before he slowly sat down. Taking a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, he opened it and offered me one. I didn't normally smoke but I guess it would help. He lit it for me, able to lift my hand just enough to take it from my mouth.
"Your name?"
