Secret Lies!

Secret Lies!

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A young CIA operative who is trying to uncover a trail of money leading to a terrorist cell is captured by the very sadistic terrorist she's working to expose. He uses extreme BDSM methods to extract information from her. He's uses various methods to break her, including allowing the janitors have their way with her. The only hope she has of enduring the brutal rapes and torture is her training and hope of rescue.

Summary

A young CIA operative who is trying to uncover a trail of money leading to a terrorist cell is captured by the very sadistic terrorist she's working to expose. He uses extreme BDSM methods to extract information from her. He's uses various methods to break her, including allowing the janitors have their way with her. The only hope she has of enduring the brutal rapes and torture is her training and hope of rescue.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Secret Lies!

Author Chapter Note

A young CIA operative who is trying to uncover a trail of money leading to a terrorist cell is captured by the very sadistic terrorist she's working to expose. He uses extreme BDSM methods to extract information from her. He's uses various methods to break her, including allowing the janitors have their way with her. The only hope she has of enduring the brutal rapes and torture is her training and hope of rescue.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: February 27, 2012

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Sarah Walker laid helpless in her dark, three by four, cell drifting in and out on consciousness. There is only a stainless steel toilet in the corner. Someone removed her bed during one of her pervious interrogations. The constant dripping of the water from the leaky pipes over her head echoes through the still silence of the night, or is it day.  She has lost all track of time.

She curls herself up in a corner trying to find a dry spot on the cold floor. She can hear foot steps in the distance coming towards her cell. A small slot at the bottom of steel door to her concrete cell opens. The small amount of light that spills in is as blinding to her as if she was staring into the sun itself. A hand tosses in a small tin dish filled with what loosely passes a food. The slot slams shut as fast as it had opened.

As her eyes readjusted to the darkness that enveloped her, her mind drifted back to the day she first met her recruiter. It was her first week at work for one of the leading think tanks in the country. Her head was still filled with the ideologies of any grad student. She was going to change the world. He was going to give her the perfect opportunity to fulfill her delusions. Only now does she realize that her dreams really were delusions. But back then they were so much more.

He was very nondescript. She could barely remember what he looked like, or what he was wearing. She was sitting alone in the crowded café in the building she worked in. He appeared out of no where.

“Do you mind?” The sound of his voice startled her.

“Excuse me.” She covered her mouth which was filled with the last bit of her spinach salad. She had felt it odd that she could remember that day so clearly and everyday after that with such clarity, but remember very little about him. Even his name escapes her. But maybe that is for the best, considering her current situation.

“You seem to have the only available seat in the place.” He was holding his tray with both hands. She remembered that he had a tuna salad with a side of Dijon mustard. He motioned to the empty seat at her table with his head. “May I share your table with you?”

“Sure, I was just leaving.”

“I hope you aren’t leaving on my part.”

“Oh no,” she found herself apologizing to this stranger. “I just started at the Verne Group. I’m taking a short lunch so I can get a head start on my research.”

“Impressive.” He set his tray on her table and sat in the chair, pulling it across from her. “It’s not everyday I get to eat with a certified genius.”

His words made her blush. “I’m no genius.” Her words lacked conviction. She had thought of herself as nothing less then a genius. Her position at the Verne Group certified it. It had been ten years since the Verne Group hired a researcher straight out of grad school. No one applies to work for the Verne Group; if they are interested in you then they will contact you.

“Modesty doesn’t suit you.”

She was suddenly pulled out of her dream state, by a sound of a set of keys turning the heavy mechanisms from the lock in the door that secured her in her cell. The light rushing into her cell as the door swung opened sent her scampering to the corner. She hid her eyes with her hand as she struggled to make out the figure that emerged through the doorway into her personal hell.

Without saying a word the figure grabbed her by her hair and dragged her out of her cell and down the very well lit hallway. The artificial light hurt her eye. She was only able to make out blurred images. If this was Hell, then she was surely going to meet Satan.

The door to the all too familiar interrogation room was pushed opened and she was thrown in the room and onto the floor. He closed the door as he left her alone in the room.

The room was cold and sterilized. The room was completely white, with the obvious two way mirror. There was a single rectangle table in the center of the room. Only today there was only one chair at the table. It was the chair reserved for her interrogator, her chair was missing.

She wondered how long they would keep her this time, with their endless questions. She wasn’t sure but she believes that the last time she was kept here for several days. It was hard for her to really know. She was given very little sleep and she hasn’t seen the outside in such a long time.


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