The female spy being interrogated

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The heavy wooden door to the cellar was flung open, and a uniformed sergeant entered. The Turk immediately stopped laughing and saluted him. The sergeant walked to the center of the room, and Laila sensed the same dangerous aura emanating from him as from the Turk. The sergeant had complete control of the cellar.

"What are you doing here?" the sergeant asked. "You should be with the others." He completely ignored Laila's presence, as if she weren't there, not even glancing at her. "Take this prisoner and lock him up with the others. They'll be interrogated. We've already hanged the traitor in the courtyard. If you don't want to end up like him, do as I say." Laila heard fear in the Turkish guard's reply. "I think she has information for me," he stammered. "I saw her talking to that traitor. I just grabbed her for questioning." The guard turned to Laila, trying to harden his tone again. "Come here, you slut! Go with the others."

As she walked out, the sergeant gave her a good look for the first time.

Leila saw a surge of lust rising in his face. He looked at her face, then down to the exposed parts of her body, barely covered by her torn clothes. A feeling of nausea rose in her stomach. His order to lock her up with the others seemed too good to be true. Now she knew something was wrong. The sergeant's expression was the same as when the guard had led her away from the others.

"Wait," he said. "Perhaps this woman really has something to tell us. You said she spoke to that traitor, so she must be one of him. Go back to the unit. I'll be back after I've finished questioning her."

The Turk just wanted to get away from the sergeant, but when the sergeant wasn't looking at him, he gave a slightly unnatural laugh, indicating he knew why the sergeant had kept her there. Then it was just the sergeant and Leila. Looking at his face, she felt fear, even more than when the guard had taken her. She felt semen seeping from her genitals, but she kept her legs tightly pressed together. His gaze was so wicked!

"Hand over your wallet."

Lyra immediately handed it over, unable to hide her fear and ashamed of showing such terror. She leaned back against the wall, and as he searched her wallet, she pulled her clothes back over her chest. He looked at her identification documents and then found a photograph of a girl. He looked at the girl closely for a moment.

"Yes, that's my daughter," Lyra explained.

He compared the similarities between the two. "I understand. Where is she now?" The sergeant pulled Lyra's hands apart, placing them on either side of her. He stared at her breasts, then spread her legs with his feet, looking at her semen-dripping genitals, and said, "Answer me!"

Lyra found it difficult to listen to his question, because the way he looked at her and the bulge at the front of his pants told her she was about to be raped again. She stared at that ominous bulge. He seemed far more interested in her body than in her answer. She tried to close her legs again, but he kicked them open. Somehow, she felt she shouldn't tell him. "I don't know," she said.

The sergeant laughed. "I knew you'd say that. If you weren't hiding something, you'd tell me." He ripped off her clothes, threw Lyra's purse on the ground, and stood in front of her, straddling her hips. He looked down and said, "You'll tell me anything before I fuck you, and you'll beg me to tell me."

He looked at her wickedly as he began to rub his crotch. Lyra was too ashamed to look him in the eye. She turned her face away until he unzipped his pants.

This made Lyra bite her lower lip to keep from crying. She tried to think of other things, not of the terrible things that were about to happen to her.

"Where is your daughter?" the sergeant asked again.

Lyra herself couldn't explain why she didn't want to tell him that Tashya was there. She was a spy; she had many other things to hide, so she had to keep quiet. And if he answered that question, he would also want to talk to Tashia, and then Tashia would be locked up with the other prisoners. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but cry again.

Laila heard the sergeant unbuckle his belt. As he pulled the belt off his trousers, she looked up and saw his penis and testicles exposed. Even as he held the belt behind his back, he was still rubbing his penis with his other hand. The shaft protruding from his hairy thighs looked very hard and erect, quite ugly. The belt hissed through the air, and with a dull thud, it struck her chest. Laila throbbed; the pain made her body feel like it was on fire. The belt struck her chest a second and a third time.

Her breasts became red and swollen, far worse than being raped. Each time the belt struck, it felt like an electric shock. As the belt began to strike her abdomen, she twisted her body to escape the blows, while he whipped the rest of her body, leaving her legs and buttocks covered in red streaks. She turned away to protect her breasts.

Finally, he dropped the belt, grabbed her hair, and pressed her face against his foul-smelling penis. At that moment, Leila knew what he wanted her to do. She didn't need his command; the faster he did it, the faster her humiliation would end. She put his penis in her mouth, enduring the disgusting taste. He grabbed her ears and pulled her close, burying her nose in his sweaty pubic hair, while his penis plunged deep into her throat, almost suffocating her. The smell he emitted was so repulsive that she thought these people were unwashed.

His enormous penis slid down her throat, pulling her hair and thrusting his hips forward. She knew she would suffocate if she didn't relax her throat and inhale as his penis withdrew. His hot penis, like a wooden stick, was inserted into her mouth. Once it was covered in her saliva, he turned her around so her buttocks were facing his penis.

She knew immediately what he was going to do. "Oh! No! Don't do this!" she pleaded. "Your penis will tear me apart, it will kill me, no! Please don't do this!" Her desperate pleas were ineffective; her voice only aroused him further. He grabbed her buttocks and rubbed his penis back and forth between her anus. She felt the wet head of his penis pressing against her anus, and each time it touched her anus, she trembled. She knew his penis would tear her apart.

He spread her buttocks and pressed his penis against her anus. After a brutal shoving motion, he finally forced his hard cock into her rectum. Leila screamed as his penis entered her rectum, pushing open the mucous membranes and entering her body. It felt like a rod was being inserted into her; the pain spread throughout her body. She gasped and tried with all her might to jump away, but any movement seemed to only push his penis deeper into her anus. His

fingers gripped her buttocks tightly, and he began to thrust in and out of her body, making his penis move like a piston inside her anus. "I'll keep fucking you until you tell me where your daughter is. If my cock isn't enough to make you talk, I know hundreds more that would be happy to make you say it!" His penis inside her anus hurt so much! Her whole body felt like it was on fire. This perverse brutality made every nerve in her body tense. Her body instinctively tried to escape, but it was no use. The sergeant's penis continued to torment her.

The pain was worse than the belt hitting her nipples; her buttocks trembled as he fucked her anus like a horrible demon, each thrust accompanied by a gurgling sound as he roughly gripped her buttocks. He ran his fingers over her legs, digging into her vagina, and she felt his nails roughly scraping her clitoris. His thrusting motion was like that of an enraged bull, each forceful insertion causing his testicles to slap against her thighs.

As he thrust his python-like penis into her anus, Leila arched her back. The sergeant began rapidly slapping her thighs and buttocks, making gurgling noises as he struck her soft body with his large hands.

The closer the sergeant got to ejaculation, the harder and more forceful his thrusts became, hitting every inch of skin he could reach. He bent her body and began slapping her breasts back and forth until they were red as fire, then he began hitting her legs until her thighs were covered with red handprints. Each slap and each wave of pain made Leila even more... When he began hitting the outside of her thighs, she felt her knees buckle, but he held her up with his hands and penis, keeping her buttocks raised, while he continued to hit and penetrate her. Then she felt him begin to tremble as he reached orgasm, his semen shooting into her buttocks. His body arched and began to convulse, but he continued to thrust in and out of her buttocks with incredible brutality.

As his penis began to ejaculate hot, thick semen into her buttocks, he started pounding her breasts with all his might. Leila's entire body screamed with each violent thrust. His semen filled her buttocks and began to leak, flowing down her tormented thighs.

Her rectum gripped him tightly, eliciting joyful roars from him. His penis thrust in and out of her buttocks, ejaculating with abandon, creating a scene of lewdness. Even after he had ejaculated completely, he continued thrusting until his penis softened before withdrawing from her body.

[The End]

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