Natasha’s thick Russian accent bathed him in desire making him weak.

His resolve to keep Americas secrets was being tested.

“Tell me what i want to know, Markus” rolled off her tongue as her leather clad finger trailed down his cheek.

Natasha’s red fox fur coat drew Markus in further.

She bound him, helpless.

This spy was not going to see traditional torture methods today.

No. Natasha had watched this one and knew his weakness.

His weakness was her.

Turn this strong American spy into her submissive slave willing to do anything for her.

Natasha knew men like this.

He would quickly turn on his country for what she has to offer.

Natasha straddled Markus grinding slowly starting to extract information.

“What will your wife think of this, Markus?”

He begged Natasha not to tell her knowing she’d leave him.

Leather glove came off slapping him across the face.

“You pathetic American. Tell me what I want to know.”

His cock was hard.

Panting

Begging

She leaned over him taunting him with juicy red lips.

He stretched to reach her only to be laughed at.

“You can never have a woman like me, Markus. Never!”

Slow teasing.

Fur cuffs down his chest and stroking his face.

Markus struggled to hold onto his dignity.

“Where are the bombs, Markus? You will tell me. We both know you can’t deny me anything.”

Her thick accent commanded his attention, luring him deeper under her control.

“Tell me, boy!”

Fur stroking his body til he writhed in desire.

“Please,” he begged, “I’ll tell you everything. I need you, Natasha!”

Natasha laughed as she whipped Markus’ balls making him moan for more.

“On your knees! Face down ass up,be a good boy for Mistress Natasha.”

Swift compliance made her wet and eager to torture him further.

Markus would not get the fucking he so desired.

Paddle in hand, ready she instructed him to count each strike aloud and thank her.

Hard strikes landed on his virgin ass and balls.

He struggled to obey such simple commands from the depth of subspace.

“Such a sweet little slave boy! You will do anything Natasha commands of you.”

Her gloved hand stroked his hard cock glistening with pre-cum.

“Pleasure me, slut!” she commanded.

Sitting on his face smothering him, fucking his eager tongue.

Natasha orgasmed, gushing all over his face.

His cock was aching and bulging with need for release.

Slow strokes with her gloved hand teasing the glistening tip.

“Go take a cold shower, slave boy. No pleasure for you today.”

His face twisted in agony as he came from the command.

Natasha laughed in his face.

“You pathetic boy! Not worthy of being my slave. You can’t even control your orgasms! Your wife will be hearing the details of your poor service to me… along with your government learning of your breached secrets.”

Head hung low, cock shriveled, humiliated.

Markus begged Natasha for forgiveness and not to reveal his errors.

She ordered him to the shower to wash his shame off while she decided what actions to take next.