Natasha is around twenty, but notwithstanding her youthful age this blonde is a formidable spy who can infiltrate anywhere. Her new mission, to infiltrate a secret French base and discover its secrets, doesn’t worry her at all. She’s done it all before. She walks down the corridors of the base in her body-hugging latex suit, thinking ‘No security, these French. They’re really too easy to fool.’ But hardly has this thought passed through her mind than she feels something like a bee sting as a dart embeds itself in her right buttock. She pulls it out and just has time to think ‘Shit!’ before she collapses unconscious on the floor.

Natasha recovers consciousness lying on her stomach in her underclothes. She’s still a bit groggy from the dart, but she understands what the man is saying to her in French: ‘I know you are a trained professional and you won’t talk. But you have attempted to enter a top-secret site, so I am free to use whatever means I see fit,’ the man explains. ‘Dream on! I’m trained to withstand many forms of torture,’ she replies in her Russian-accented French.

‘The advantage of working for the secret service that you have access to effective products that are not generally known, like truth suppositories,’ says the man. ‘And that’s what you’re about to get,’ he added as he put down the box of suppositories in front of Natasha after taking one out of it, still in its white wrapping.

Natasha, who has never come across this kind of medication in Russia, tells herself it’s impossible. She feels the man pulling down her panties and says, ‘This kind of intimidation will get you nowhere with me.’ ‘It’s not intimidation,’ the man replies as he unwraps the suppository and brings it up to Natasha’s anus. She tries to tighten her buttocks, but her anal muscle is still under the effect of the dart and the suppository goes in easily. What is worse, after he withdraws his finger, the harder Natasha tries to push it out the deeper she feels the little rocket going in.

‘Soon you’re going to be singing like a canary,’ the man says with a satisfied air, while Natasha feels the suppository melting in her rectum. As it melts, Natasha starts feeling stranger and stranger.

‘It’s not such an unpleasant medicine after all, it was nice of this French guy to give it to me, I think we could be friends, I’m going to answer all his questions,’ Natasha says to herself.