2 comments/ 55735 views/ 4 favorites The Interrogation By: iraussieguy "Aiiieee," she screamed as the hand slapped her across her face. "Aaaaahhhhh, no, please," as a back-hander quickly followed the first slap. "Tell us where the money is bitch," A man's voice she had never heard before was calm and collected. "W,what money?" she stammered, her mind racing as she tried to understand the sudden change in events. "The money that he has hidden in this house, bitch. Tell us and you won't get hurt anymore, where is it?" "I, I don't, aiiiiieee," her protests were cut short as once again she was slapped on both sides of the face. "You don't seem to understand, you stupid bitch," the voice was full of menace, "We are not leaving here without the money, you tell us and he won't get hurt when he comes home. Judging by all the cards it's your birthday, happy birthday bitch!" Two more slaps followed and then the only sound in the room was her sobbing. Only ten minutes previously she had arrived home after shopping in the summer heat for a sexy new bra and panties to wear for her promised birthday surprise that night. As she closed the front door a black hood had been yanked over her head and strong hands had forced her to the back of the house. A hand had stopped the muffled scream of fright while at least two other pairs of hands held her tight. She froze as all her clothes with the exception of her bra and panties were torn from her body and she was forced to sit on a straight-backed timber chair. Her arms were secured behind her and her ankles taped to the legs of the chair. The hood was removed and she blinked and squinted as a bright light was shown in her eyes. It was impossible for her to see her assailants who stood behind her or behind the light. As her sobbing continued she jumped in fright as a blindfold was slipped over her eyes and taped into place. All her world was now black; her senses of touch and hearing now intensified as she listened to the men move around the timber floored room. She suddenly froze as she felt the blade of a knife between her breasts, the touch of the cold steel causing goose bumps on her smooth skin. "No, no please don't cut me," she pleaded. The cold steel moved away and then slipped under the left shoulder strap of her bra easily cutting the flimsy material. The knife then moved to the right strap and snapped it apart. Again she froze as the knife slipped coldly into the ample valley between her breasts slicing the material that joined the cups. The bra dropped away and her large breasts fell free, the hard nipples showing her fear and excitement. A leather-gloved hand slipped down the front of her panties, grasped the elastic and in one strong movement ripped off the flimsy garment. She sat secured to the chair, now nude and very vulnerable, her breasts heaving as she gulped in the stifling air. "Now listen bitch, let me just say this one more time, tell us where the money is hidden and you won't get hurt no more. If you don't tell us you will suffer badly, and I mean BADLY!" "If I knew I would tell you, please don't hurt me anymore, I just don't know." She pleaded to her captors. "What a silly girl you are," the menacing voice said, "It seems that you will have to learn the hard way." "Aaaaiiiiieeeeee," her voice again filled the room as a mousetrap was snapped over the end of her right breast and it was quickly followed by another trap on her left. The thin but strong metal wire cut into the soft flesh and she sobbed loudly, screaming again as clothes pins were attached to her nipples and ear lobes. For five minutes the men stood silent and still, watching as she fought against the rope and tape that held her tight. Tears were rolling down her cheeks from under the blindfold and she was crying for mercy, the pain almost unendurable. Suddenly the traps and pins were removed, the red marks they left behind showing brightly on her white skin. Nothing was said as the tape was removed from her legs and she was forced to stand. She heard the sound of a rope being thrown over the heavy timber of the open rafters in the high open ceiling and soon she was secured with her arms tied above her head, her bare feet just touching the floor. Again the only sound was that of the men moving around the floor. As the pain of the traps and pins slowly faded it was replaced by apprehension. The men stopped and the only sound she could hear was of some birds twittering outside in the trees. The suspense and tension were incredible as she waited for their next move. "Whooosh" a leather belt exploded across her arse cheeks. "NO PLEASE!" she screamed. The menacing voice spoke again, "You know what to do to stop us, just tell us where the money is." "Please I don't, aaiiiiiieeeee," Her words were cut short as the belt landed again. Time and time again the belt marked her soft flesh as he moved slowly around her. Each time the leather struck home she screamed loudly and soon tears were once again rolling down her cheeks. Red marks appeared on her breasts, stomach, thighs, back and ass. It seemed that he was determined to mark every square inch of her body as he accurately swung the heavy leather strap. Suddenly the strapping stopped and the leather gloves roamed over her beaten flesh and he spoke, "Gentlemen, it seems the slut is made of very strong stuff or perhaps she is telling the truth. Maybe he hasn't told her where he hides the money. We will just have to wait until he returns home. In the meantime I think we can enjoy the bitch's body while we wait." She was still sobbing loudly and gasping for air. Surprisingly a glass of water was pressed to her lips and she drank greedily, some of the fluid dripping down over her heaving breasts. A towel wiped her face of the tears and the mucous from her nose and she wondered foolishly for a few seconds if it was all over until he arrived home. As she wondered how she could warn him she was brought back to reality by two fingers suddenly invading her sex. "What is this bitch?" he demanded. "Oh God, what do you mean?" she gasped. "Where do I have my fingers?" he asked with exasperation. "Oh, ah, in my vagina," she exclaimed. "No, not in your vagina, I don't want medical terms, where do I have my fingers?" He demanded as he twisted his fingers around in her soft wet flesh. "In my pussy, in my cunt," was her bewildered reply. "No, stupid, you are the cunt, my fingers are in your hole, understand? All this is to me is a HOLE, now say it." "Y'your fingers are in my hole," she uttered, her voice telling them of her humiliation. "In my hole, SIR," he bellowed in her ear. "Yours fingers are in my hole, Sir," she sobbed as his fingers continued to probe. Then her feet were almost lifted off the floor as a finger suddenly invaded her arse hole. "Ohhhhhh NO," she screamed. "And what number hole is this finger in, bitch?" "The finger is in my hole number two, Sir," she exclaimed as both her holes were probed, lifting her up so only her toes were touching the polished boards. "Very good slut," His voice was still very calm, he was totally in control and he knew it. Two gloved fingers were forced into her sobbing mouth, pushing in so the tips were at the top of her throat. As the fingers of these ruthless men probed her mouth, arse hole and vagina, she suddenly realized that excitement had overtaken the fear that she had been experiencing. She knew her pussy was drenched and it was not just from his touch. She guessed with a mixture of dread and excitement of what was to happen to her next. She coughed and spluttered as the fingers were taken from her mouth. "And what is this bitch?" the voice asked, his hand touching her lips. "It is hole number three Sir." "Excellent, that's what you are to us bitch, just three holes, three fucking holes." To her relief the rope was removed from around her wrists and strong hands caught and lifted her as she collapsed to the floor. She was lifted and carried to another room, still sobbing from the pain of the strap and the probing fingers. She felt herself being lifted into the air and lowered slowly, a hard cock slowly filling her vagina. The strong hands pushed her down so her breasts were flattened against her invader's chest. His strong arms wrapped around her sweaty, panting body and held her tight. She moaned with a mixture of fear and lust as she felt another hard cock pressing against her anus. The man behind her pushed hard and she made herself relax her sphincter, allowing the cock to fully invade her arse. "At least he had lubed himself," she thought gratefully to herself as the cock started to move in and out. "Owwwwww!" she screamed as one of them grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. As the third cock pushed at her mouth she heard the now familiar voice say, "You bite once and you're dead, bitch, understand?" She nodded and opened her mouth expectantly, knowing that to cooperate was the best way for her to survive. The cock was shoved firmly past her lips, the head of it soon pushing down into her throat. She part choked and made her throat relax to accept the intrusion. The man under her did not move, just held her tight as the other two began to fuck her mouth and arse in unison. It did not take long before their in-strokes matched each other and she was moaning loudly as the cocks moved in and out of her shaking body. She realized that her naturally high sex drive had taken over and she was actually enjoying being taken in all her holes by these strangers. Her juices were running out of her vagina and her nipples were as hard as rocks. She was moaning loudly as the cocks pounded in and out of her with ever-increasing speed and she started her first orgasm before the man at her rear started to pump his sperm into her. As he came into her arse the cock in her mouth shot its first sticky load into her waiting mouth. She swallowed quickly as her body shook with another orgasm, her muffled moans filling the room. As the cocks of the two active men slowly lost their stiffness they were withdrawn from her holes and she lay, panting profusely, sweat shining all over her still trembling body. The man under her continued to hold her tight as she heard the sounds of her other two interrogators straightening their clothes and then leaving the room. She lay there, still unable to see, wondering what was to happen next? Then his arms moved from around her back and his strong hands gripped her shoulders, pushing her upright so she was in a sitting position, his hard cock still filling her vagina. His hands moved to her breasts and she moaned again with pleasure as his fingers dug deeply into the soft flesh. Then his hips began to move, his cock slowly fucking her pussy, as his fingers pinched her nipples. "Fuck me Sir, fuck me hard!" she screamed as she arched her back, her sweat-drenched hair falling and sticking to her back. His laughter at her words filled the room as he thrust hard into her. After holding her tight while the others had their way with her he knew he wouldn't be able to last long. Both of them were moaning loudly as she bounced up and down on his cock. It wasn't long before they were both experiencing an earth-shattering orgasm and she collapsed down on his chest, both of them gasping for air in the stifling humidity of the room. To her relief she felt his fingers removing the tape that held her blindfold in place. Finally she could see again and as her eyes became accustomed to the light she looked down at him, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Thank you Sir, that was the most amazing and erotic thing that has ever happened to me, thank you so much, I love you." "Happy birthday my little subbie." He replied as he pulled her lips to his, "I love you too." The Interrogation "What have we got 'ere, Sean?" "A lil' red-haired demon if yer asking me Cap'n. I know you said you wanted one alive for questioning, but I'm thinking we could have made a better choice. She's naught but trouble." I had to disagree with Sean. While the look in her blue eyes was definitely showing defiance, it would have been a shame to slay such a woman. Fiery red hair, a light sprinkling of freckles on a Celtic face and a lean body that told of hidden strength as much as her surviving the battle did. The bruise on her right cheek from having to be subdued with the back end of a musket did nothing to hide her fierce attractiveness. "She shot Robert in the shoulder and stole William's singh dubh and gave it back to him in 'is thigh. It took five men to keep 'er quiet sir. Are ye sure you be wanting to do this yersell?" Sean gave me a look that indicated he was more than willing to give her a bruise on the left to match the one on the right. "That won't be necessary Sergeant. I can handle the Irish witch. Now go on down with the others and rest yer old bones for a spell. Leave us here to...discuss the situation." The grizzled veteran nodded, and turned to go but stopped at the edge of the stone ring that was all that remained of the tower which had once stood on this crag top. "Beggin' yer pardon, Cap'n, but if ya might allow me a suggestion? Yer pistol. Give 'er ta me. No need to give the bitch a chance to balance the scales. I know ya can oe'rpower 'er with knife or sword, but the gun, it's too easy for 'er sir." The sergeant's suggestion had merit. "Agreed. Here it is. An' take my sword too. I have my boot blade if I need it and I don't expect I will, despite the spirited opposition. Oh, and leave that lantern on the stone there, please? I expect this may be awhile." I glanced over at our captive as I said it. She shot me a look that had not an ounce of fear in it. Resolve a plenty and perhaps a bit of contempt. But it held no fear and, surprisingly, no hate. This might take a while. She sat on a loose stone that had once been part of the tower walls. The ruins surrounded us and gave some shelter from the ever-present highland winds, but on her perch the wind blew into her face and set her red hair to dancing. The strands of motion over her piercing blue eyes only enhanced the image of resolute and defiant beauty. No, this would not be an easy task. But it might be an enjoyable one. The hard approach was not going to work with her. Give her a reason to resist and she would never give me anything. It would be best to try another tactic. I circled her slowly, and came up over her right shoulder. Heeding the warning of my men, I would leave her hands and feet tied for now. But I was not going to get any information out of a gagged prisoner. "I'm sorry if you were mistreated, cherie. The boys can be overzealous at times and it sounds as though you gave them reason to be aggressive with you. Shooting and stabbing people does not exactly give them reason to treat you the way a lady deserves." As I said it, I slipped loose the knot on the cloth that had been tied across her mouth and moved to face her with the gag dangling from my fingers. She raised her captivating blue eyes to make contact with mine and the beginnings of a smile touched her lips. Then there was a wet splat as her spit caught me full in the face. "Sod off, bastard. I don't hae' shite to say to thee or thy bunch o' hooligans down the hill." She thrust the words out of her throat like a challenge, daring me to tell her otherwise. I used what had recently been her gag to clean the spittle off my face and then tossed it over my shoulder casually, refusing to show the anger she was searching for in me. "Well, my dear, then I suggest you come down out of the wind and get comfortable. If that is true, we most definitely will be here for a while." I said this as I sat on the soft grass a few feet away and settled in. I might as well take my own advice. "I'm perfectly fine where I am, I have no need for thy bloody hospitality. And I like the wind." That part I could see. As the wind came up she would turn to face it, closing her eyes and concentrating on the way it brushed against her face and neck, the touch of a subtle and invisible lover who knew better than to force things, seducing with the light touch rather than hard force. Aye, and that was going to be my key as well. I was going to have to convince her that there was a better reason to tell me the things I wanted to know then there was to deny me. "So then cherie, what might be your reasons to not tell me why you and your lads were travelling with the English? By your colouring and your speech 'tis obvious what your point of origin is. An' there's not many from your isle that would be willing to travel with their patrols. No, you had a reason to be with 'em. Or did they have a reason to be with you?" The only answer I received was a glare from the crystal blue of her eyes. Although it may have spoke volumes about the way she might treat me if she had a knife and her freedom, it told me little else. "The men you were with would not have come up into these lands lightly cherie. They knew who ruled these lands. English kings can go on all they want about the reach of their arms but no English dog ever ran down a Highlander up here. These are ours, and shall be until their lord Christ returns..." At the last, she lifted her head again and gave me an altogether different gaze. "Their lord Christ, thou sayest. Not thine?" Her voice was gentle but something told me to beware. "Art thou not a god-fearing Christian man then?" "Looking to add blasphemy to the list of crimes they accuse me of lass? I am the one asking questions here, at least 'er now. But that would na be a new charge. I am baptized a Christian, and for my family's sake and the safety of my people I am one. That's all I'll say on the matter." "Thou sayest enough MacCailein Mor. Yes, I know thee. Thou art a fair distance from Inveraray though, and are not where I expected to find thee. For indeed, thou art one of the reasons I am here." "And why might that be? I've done naught to attract attention from Ireland. Oh, I suppose that I am getting my share of attention these days, but it is all from these Lowlanders who think that London holds sway over the Highlands. I've had no business west and had not thought to do so unless I am forced to actually leave Britain. Not that I have any intention of doing so." Again something told me to be wary. This lass knew more than her looks belied. "No, Son Of Colin, I hardly expect that thou will gladly leave over these lands to thine enemy. Indeed, it is that spirit that is among the reasons I have sought thee out." Again her manner seemed to soften. Something had changed between us, and for some reason I felt as though I had missed something, like a field mouse had run across my boot in high grass, and though I had felt it's passage, by the time I glanced down it was gone. I looked again into her eyes, trying to find evidence of this change in her manner. They were still hard and determined, but it did seem as though their focus had changed. Mind you, the focus was still on me. It just seemed as though she was looking at a different side of me. As though she were the one doing an interrogation. I have lost the initiative! Time then to recapture it. But softly. I was right before. She has hidden depths. "If I am one of the reasons you are here, cherie, it would seem one of your objectives is within reach. Depending, of course, on what you intended to do once finding me. If you think to slay me, I shall not allow it. As to the other things I imagine us doing together I do not think you would allow it." I made sure I had eye contact as I said the last. Not that I expected any return, but she was so lovely it was impossible not to hope. That hope was dashed by the look in her eyes and her words. "Surely thou did not expect such as I to be so easily won over?" Her laughter rang out surprisingly loud in the momentary stillness between windy gusts. I wondered if the lads down the crag side could hear it and what they would think had occurred. I got to my feet again and walked slowly towards her. The light was beginning to fail as the sun slipped towards its rest and the red in the western sky matched that in her hair. She was almost magically intoxicating. I ran my fingers lightly up her bound arm and brushed them through her hair. As I did I caught sight of an odd marking just behind and below her left ear. It looked familiar but I could not place it. Well, time to explore it later. She shivered slightly as my fingers left her skin, and not from the evening chill. Perhaps that way was still open. But first, a more direct approach. "So, am I why you were with them? And in what manner? Did you expect them to find me for you or were you expected to find me for them? I must be doing something well if their pox-ridden commander can fight his vision past his own arse enough to realize the futility of searching me out with these expeditions alone. You can hear the redcoats coming from miles away, even when they leave behind the horse." "Why, I expected them to draw attention," she replied, "But I did not expect it to be thine. The MacGregor lad is said to be hereabouts, and I thought that this scum of Montrose's would draw his attention." This raised my hackles. "Careful missy. Rob is kin to me by his mother and if you intend him harm you are even more my enemy. While it would be a shame, I shall kill you before I leave an enemy at our backs." At this I drew my blade from boot top and allowed it to rest against her right shoulder while I stood behind her. If she did not believe I would carry out such an action, the threat of it would hold no value for me. Needs be I should remind her of the blades presence. My heart caught as I looked down. From this angle I could see into her top and the delicate pink of one nipple stood out against the pale skin and the green of her shirt. I could na' help myself. I slipped my hand into her shirt and cupped the breast I could not see, and bent to place my mouth where the blade had been. She arched her back and a gasp left her. A soft moan escaped her open throat as I nibbled at the sweet flesh beneath her ear. For a moment she seemed to melt back into me. Then her shoulder jammed hard into my chin and I found myself sprawling on the grass. Despite her bound feet and hands she launched herself off her perch and at me, her face in a twisted scowl of defiance and a cry of anger escaping her. It was brave and spirited, but foolhardy. It was simple indeed to roll aside and allow her to hit the grass without me beneath her. She tried to roll again towards me, but I stood and avoided her, and retrieved my blade from where it had fallen on her opposite side. If she had been more aware, she might have caught it and tried to cut her bonds. I was glad she had not. Dangerous enough without the blade. "Ouch, cherie, that hurt. Seems my Sergeants warning was well given. But I do like a woman with spirit." I picked her up easily, despite her attempts to kick or bite me, and moved her over to set her back against the stone she had been sitting on before. She said nothing, but her eyes never left me. The gaze was unidentifiable. While I could see she was evaluating me, I could not tell in what way. I moved over to light the lantern and brought it to set on the middle stone so that it's gentle glow would flood the ruins. She thrived in soft light. As the setting sun had seemed to enhance her beauty, now the warmth of the lantern cast her in a gentler light when the suns kiss faded from the skies. Despite the tingle her shoulder had left on my chin, she looked inviting. "Why are you looking at me in such a way lass? You'd think it was you wanting something from me, not the other way around. Although I shall admit to starting to want something you possess more than I want the information." "And art thou man enough to take it? I am not sure of that, MacCaelein Mor. Thee seemed to lose thy resolve just then..." She said this with a look to her features that I took as only half challenge. The other half...in a bedroom I'd have said she meant to seduce me. "A Highlander's honour does not allow a woman to be taken against her will that way. That I even thought it is a shame to me. No offense cherie, but although I will kill you, I will not ravish you. Despite the one holding the much greater attraction." "Thou canst not rape the willing, Highlander. Simply free my hands and I shall show thee how willing I..." Her words were drowned out. This time it was my laugh that echoed through the hills. "And end up with my own knife in my back in the midst of the passion? I think not. But perhaps we can see how willing you truly are..." I reached forward and pulled the blouse free of the wrapped skirt that held it. My eyes never left hers as I moved my hands beneath and took her breasts in my palms. She did not resist, but moved her head forward and opened her mouth slightly. I leaned forward and accepted the invitation, kissing her firmly as I fully realized how desperately I needed her. Her lips tasted slightly of the grass and earth from when she had thrown herself at me and inside of them the softness of her tongue awaited as though I were being drawn through the earth into a warm, wet cave. I squeezed at the breasts in my hands and felt the small nipples in the center of my palms begin to harden. I pushed her firmly against the stone and pulled my knife free of the sheath in which I had replaced it. I held her back while I ran the edge of the blade down her cheek and then slipped the edge beneath the shirt and pulled it down and away. The linen parted easily and fell away to allow me access to the bare flesh beneath. I thrust the knife hard into the earth beside us and took her right breast immediately into my mouth. I forgot all gentleness as I sucked at it fiercely and took the hard knob of the nipple between my teeth to shake back and forth. I quickly moved to the other and treated it with as much abandon. As I bit and tugged at her my captive struggled not to get away, but to get more of her into my mouth. She arched her back and turned violently to get me to switch my attentions from one breast to the other. Her breathing increased and I began to believe that she may want this as I did. I determined to test her resolve. Pulling my knife back out of the ground, I leaned over and took her up into my arms before setting her on her knees. I lay the knife against her cheek briefly to remind her that I still held it in my hand, and flicked it lightly against her neck in a way that would scratch but draw little or no blood. "You have not earned my trust yet. If you bite or seek to injure me I shall repay you swiftly." I unfastened the thick leather belt and allowed my kilt to fall to the ground. My already semi-hard cock came free and stood in front of her eyes. She said nothing, but looked up at me and just stared into my eyes for a long moment. She took the tip between her lips and flicked against it with her tongue before swirling around the head with a single circular motion. She leaned down slowly and took it in deeper with a low moan coming from the back of her throat. Suddenly she pushed forward and took me hard into the back of her throat, her forehead coming to rest against me as her hands were still bound and she had no way with which to balance. I could feel her tongue against the underside as she began to move her head back and forth She continued to move me deep and shallow, varying her pace. I rested my hands in her hair to steady her and tried to resist the urge to take her head firm between them and drive my cock in and out and fuck her face. I mostly succeeded save for the occasional thrust when she would suck harder and her cheeks would concave. She made no secret of the enjoyment she took in teasing me with this, her moans becoming louder and her saliva coating me as I watched my length disappear between her lips. She looked up at me with laughter in her eyes and pulled back again until just the very tip of me rested against the wetness of her lips. Then she closed her eyes and moved slowly forward. I watched in something approaching awe as more and more of it disappeared and then I felt the sides of her throat as she finished swiftly and her lips came to a rest in the red curls at the base of my manhood. My legs shuddered and I had to squeeze down inside to keep myself from flooding the back of her throat. My hands curled in her hair with the effort and I felt more than heard her gasp at the pain of the grip as I had forgotten myself. A hint of a tear showed at the corner of one eye. She relaxed and began to pull away slowly while I tried to regain my center. As she pulled away and gasped for air I roughly pulled her to her feet. I tore the skirt away from her body in my haste and leaned down with the knife to cut the bindings from her legs. Then I cast the blade behind me and heard it rattle off the ruins before I threw her upon the ground. I had no sense of patience left as I jammed her thighs open and took the cheeks of her ass in my hands. I pulled her onto me and buried myself deep inside her already wet cunt. I slid in easily and began to rock. I knew I would not last long after what she had done to me with her mouth and so I simply punished her hips with my thrusts, moving as fast and as hard as I was able. She began to make a sound that was not quite a moan and soon became a low pitched but melodic song as I continued to fuck her fiercely. I pounded her hard, as though the ground might give way beneath us and we might tumble into a bed beneath. Pebbles cut into my knees and were ignored as I concentrated on the feeling of the tight walls of her cunt gripping me as I moved back and forth. Soon enough my prediction came true, and with a loud groan I emptied all the frustrations of my day into her as I came. Joy and anger, the lust of battle and the lust for her all pulsed out of me and into her waiting cunt. Her voice changed pitch and became a shriek as this seemed to trigger something within her and her hips rose to meet mine while her legs straightened and I felt the flush of her own orgasm rush over me. I curved my back to push harder into her and for a moment it was as though we were truly a single person. I stared up at the stars that had come out while we attacked each other and wondered at how swiftly dusk had fled into full night. The stars seemed brighter than I had ever seen them, as though it were a different sky entire. With a last shudder and gasp I collapsed atop my new goddess and felt exhaustion creeping upon me. I fought it, knowing sleep was not something I could indulge in, but it was relentless and beyond my ability to resist. I collapsed upon her shoulder and as I passed into unconsciousness she spoke gentle words into my ear in old Gaelic,. "Rest now, Son of Colin, and I hope that when you awake you will forgive me. I have taken from you what should have been given freely, but I had to do it. Only a king of the old blood can lay with the Queen of the Sidhe and produce my new prince, and your people were kings in the days of old before they came across the isles. Perhaps we will meet again, and I can repay this debt." Her hands gently stroked my hair as I passed into darkness against her shoulder. Her words made little sense and I tried to grasp their meaning but could not settle my mind. Just before the deep black took me into the night's embrace I had one last thought. When had I freed her hands? "Sergeant! Sergeant! Come quick!" A veteran of many midnight surprises, Sean was on his feet quickly, musket ready. He scanned the encampment with a quick glance. When no enemy was in evidence, he allowed himself to relax a moment, then sought out the source of the disturbance, the sentry who had called him. The Interrogation " Wha's all the ruckus son?" "Sergeant, there has been an ....well, I don't rightly know whether it's an escape or a theft, Sergeant." "What d'ya mean lad?" "The three Irish fellers we kill'd, sir. Ya know, with the weird tattoo on their necks? Da ones what fell defending the she-wolf up yonder wit the Cap'n? They're gone." "Gone? How could they be gone? Someone stole the bodies?" "I don't know Sergeant. But William ne'er feel asleep nor left his post, I would swear it. No one could have got to them without him seeing 'em. Yet when we went to check, dey was gone." "Did ye tell the Captain?" "He has not returned yet sir. He still is on top o' the hill with the prisoner." "WHAT? Grab your gear boy! Robert, James, let's go! Head for the tower ruins! Captain should a been back hours ago!" Sean walked the ruins one more time, but he knew it was futile. There was nothing to find. Ol' golden eye was just poking her head above the mountains, but even in the light of day Sean did not expect to find anything. Captain Ian was gone, vanished along with his captive, and no trace had been found except the ropes she had borne, one set cut and one whole. As he turned one last time before heading down to tell the men, the light of the morning sun caught on something. The flash of steel. Ah, here in the grass. The Captain's knife. I awoke to find the stars above me, a bit chilled by the wind. She was gone. I can't have been out too long, for the lantern is still burning. Well, there is nothing for it. I'll just have to go down and see if they found her... As I stepped out from between the stones something caught me as odd. The valley seemed different somehow. Away to the south was a great wash of light, unlike anything I had ever seen. It lit up the sky like the largest fire I could ever remember, but instead of the flickering red of a blaze it seemed white. The crest of the mountain hid it's source, but it was intensely bright. I searched my memory but could not remember anything in that direction but a solitary inn at the crossroads. Yet even if the inn were full to bursting and they lit bonfires in the yard it would not produce such a glow. Still, below me I could make out the fire that must belong to my men. I hurried down to alert them to my mistake. "Fuck dude. What are we doing up here? It's cold as hell. Sean, tell me again; why are we here?" "I told you Robbie, it's tradition. Damn, I know your grandpa shoved it down your throat as hard as my old man shoved it down mine. 400 years and someone from each of our three families has always been up here on this date. You know it's bullshit as well as I do. But still, it makes things easier at home. Jim, pass me that bottle of Cuervo." "Like Sean said Robbie, we all know it will make them all easier to live with. One night a year we camp out and get drunk and tell stories about the disappearance of Captain Ian. Big deal." I stepped out of the shadows where I had spent the last several minutes listening to the strange talk of the youths. I did not know where my men had gone and I had never seen anyone dressed in the manner of these young men. My head hurt from pondering the implications, especially as the lad of 18 summers or so who seemed to lead them bore a strong resemblance to my sergeant. When the dark haired boy mentioned me by name I came into the light. Their reaction was puzzling. Two of them screamed and headed down the gully as though the hounds of hell itself were after them. The elder lad named Sean was no less startled, but seemed a steadier sort. He was frightened but he stood and met my eyes as a man aught. "Sirrrr? Um, are you, that is...My lord MacCailein Mor?" "Aye lad, and the first thing one of you has said which had any sense to it. Now where..." I had to stop for the lad had ran to his knapsack on the edge of the light and was digging through it frantically. What in blazes had gotten into him? And where were my bonny lads? "Sir? Captain? Is this yours then?" "My blade! Aye laddie, and my thanks to you. I looked up top for it but could na find 'er in the moonless night and..." Well! Not as steady as I had thought. The poor lad has fainted dead away! The Interrogation Background I am a soldier/spy caught and captured on the wrong side of the border. I am to be questioned, interrogated and tortured to find out why I was there. You, the Domme are the interrogator as BDSM, humiliation and sex has become an effective tool to get answers from prisoners. I am naked, on a bed, ankles tied to bedposts. My hands are in restraints above my head. There is a pillow under my back, and a towel under me. I am blindfolded.... The Interrogation Begins I struggle and squirm a little in the restraints, concluding I can't get up or away. I think the room is dark, but not really sure. I try to look around, even though I'm blindfolded, trying to use my other senses to figure out where I am or what's happening around me. After what seems like an hour, I hear a door open and the sound of footsteps, the clicking of high heels. Now I'm sure someone else is in the room as well. I move my head to where I think the woman might be but the room is still silent. I can feel her breath at my ear. "It seems like I'm going to have some fun with you, hmmm" She says. Then it seems like you move away. "What do you mean?" I ask, fearful as to what was about to happen to me. "Don't worry, I'm sure I'll find out why you were captured, on our side, spying on us perhaps, hmmm" You say as you walk around the room, your heels clicking on the hardwood floor. "Really, I got lost, please let me go" I plead with you. "Not quite yet, I'm going to have some fun with you first" You say, "Questions in a little while" With my mouth open, you stuff a cloth into my mouth, then tie it place, snugly around my head. Fear rushes through my head. I don't know what is about to happen to me. Your hands run all over my body, your fingernails making me shudder and squirm in my restraints. At time the fingernails almost dig into me, almost scratching me, at times they almost tickle me especially at the bottom of my feet and my inner thighs. "I'm just getting started" you whisper in my ear. Your hands move to my chest. Grabbing at my nipples, pinching, twisting them. I try to move again at my restraints, but can't. I moan, and try to talk through the gag, but only muffled sounds get out. Small clips are attached to my nipples, they pinch and grab into me. I can feel a small chain, laying on top of me, maybe they are connected. My nipples start to throb some. "Ready to talk now?" you ask me. I nod my head up and down in an exaggerated motion. "Hmmm, not quite yet" as you slowly pull on the chain attached to my nipples. I try to move my chest outward as the tension is increased, but can only go so far, so that it won't hurt as much. But you keep the tension the whole time. All of a sudden the chain drops down to my chest. I'm breathing heavy, but as the tension is now released, I try to relax and catch my breath. I try not to think about my nipples as the clips continue to dig into me. Your hands move to my crotch, grabbing and cupping my balls. I've started to get hard, but unsure how hard. I feel some soft whacks on my cock up and down the shaft. Every so often a quick hard whack and I try to move, trying to move my legs to protect myself, perhaps instinct. You chuckle at my whimpers, as you seem to enjoy your work on me. I can feel something going around my balls, string I think. Then the string is tied in place, around my balls a few times very snugly. My balls seem to swell. Some soft whacks on my tied balls, repeatedly, making them sting. Then it all stops and there's silence. I try to look around, but I'm still blindfolded. Whack! What seemed to be something flat and wooden came down hard on my balls. I try to scream, but the screams were muffled by the cloth in my mouth. You take the flat wooden item, what I think might be a ruler and run the corner up the bottoms of my feet. I twitch and squirm as I'm somewhat ticklish. One foot then the other, back and forth. I can hear more quiet chuckles from you. You are enjoying yourself in my torment. You reach down to my balls, then they are being pulled down towards the foot of the bed. The tension is kept constant, for a while, I think it's tied off. I hear your footsteps leaving the room. I try to relax, take a break and catch my breath. The pinching on my nipples and the pulling on my balls are keeping my mind distracted and spinning. I try to think of something else, think of what I can say when she comes back, what answers she is looking for. Anything so I can be let go. I seem to almost doze off, for what seems to be 20 minutes, I'm not really sure. All of a sudden the clips from nipples are removed, one at a time. I cringe at the pain, my muffled moans barely escaping the gag. I now realize you've returned. "Are you ready to talk now?" you ask in my ear. "If I release the gag, no screaming or you'll regret it." I nod, yes, a few times. You loosen the tie holding the cloth in, around my head. I turn my head towards you, or at least where I think you are. "Please it hurts, please let me go" I say, taking deep breaths. "So, what were you doing?" you ask me. "What were you looking for?" "Really, I went for a run, and got side tracked, I must have taken a wrong turn" I try to explain. There's a pause, a quiet pause. An uneasy feeling overcomes me. The tension on my balls is released and my balls untied. Now what? I breathe a sigh of relief. All of a sudden, whack! my balls are hit, I moan in pain and almost thrash around on the bed. "I don't think that was the correct answer" you inform me. "We will now continue" I feel pinching now on my balls, what I think might be small clothespins. I can only guess as to how many, but maybe 6 or 8. As each one is attached, my cock grows more hard. The pain shoots through me, as I'm clenching my teeth. Leaving the clothespins there, I feel your hand, with a glove on it, touching and playing with my hard cock. Your touch excites me. It feels like some sort of lotion poured onto my cock. As it's being rubbed on, it starts to tingle. I can smell mint in the air, and conclude that you must have used toothpaste on my cock. After a few minutes it stings, and tingles. Your hand moves up and down on my cock, bringing me close to orgasm. You can see it as well, in my moans, movements and reactions. You slow the pace and stop. I whimper at the realization that I was so close to release. I hear the glove come off and a cold wet washcloth is applied to my cock, washing the toothpaste off, and the cold making me go soft. One by one, slowly, deliberately, the clothespins are removed from my balls. A rush comes over each time one is removed. I shake and quiver after each removal. After they are all removed I take a few deep breaths. "Now would you like to change your answer?" you ask me. I try to push out the gag and nod yes. You remove the cloth from my mouth. "Please, I'll do anything you want, please let me go" I plead to you. "Ahh, you're ready with the truth now?" "Yes, yes" I reply back to you. "Ok....." "I was trying to see where the border was, I was curious...on my run, that's it" I try to explain. "I don't think so, eventually I'll get it out of you, we have lot's of time, no one is looking for you" you respond. You move to between my legs, situated there I can feel your gloved hand again massaging and playing with my balls and occasionally sliding underneath my balls. Your finger is wet, lubed as it, plays at and teases my ass. Again I try to squirm, try to move my hips away, but can't. One finger slides inside me. I take a deep breath. Your finger plays around, exploring, sliding in and out slightly. Then another finger slides in, two fingers moving around teasing the inside of my anus. At times you reach my prostate, and I shudder each time. The fingers retreat, slowly, and is replaced by a vibrator. It is set on low at first, a low hum. I enjoy the vibrator, as you leave in place, changing speeds on its own. My cock is hard again, and your hand starts to jerk it, up and down. I think I am about to explode, between the vibrator and your touch I get so close and you sense this as well. You remove the vibrator, and slide your hand down my cock to my balls. I become frustrated at the teasing, I thought I was going to cum that time. You crawl up beside me, I can smell your body, your hair and it excites me, I want to be closer to you. "Again, what were you doing, when we found you?" you ask, persistence your voice. "I was running along, but didn't know I was across the border. I didn't see anything, really" I answer, hoping it will satisfy you. "Hmmm, not good enough" you reply. One ankle is undone, I dare not try to kick or move, as I am still attached by my wrists. You move it over, and have me move onto my stomach. Then you undo and move the second ankle. I am now on my stomach and still attached by my ankles and wrists. I start to feel scratching down my back to my butt cheeks and the back of my thighs. I flinch each time you do this especially on the back of my thighs. You do this at my feet as well, kind of tickling me. You can hear me whimper as I am helpless to you. Whack! your bare hand goes across my ass. I moan into the pillow. Then a bunch more spankings with your bare hand in quick succession. You rub my ass, as it has gotten a nice pink color. "I think you spying on us" you say to me. Whack! some sort of paddle stings my ass now. You continue all over my ass cheeks, being generous with each stroke. You reach under and pull back my cock and balls. I hear you reach for something, Whoosh, I feel something swing near my back through the air. A slight chuckle from you again. I can only guess that it's a small rod or crop perhaps. Whack! The rod goes between my legs and hits my balls, again and again. Oblivious to my moans and pleadings you continue. I can feel my ass cheeks pulled apart, then a whack at my ass and my cheeks react by trying to close up. You lay on top of me, your sweet smelling hair draped over my face "Had enough?" "Yes, yes, I'll do whatever you want" I answer back. "Ahhh, good, I thought you'd see it my way", undoing my ankles and having me move my knees up, raising my ass up. I can feel something pushing at my ass, I think it's a dildo. You continue pushing it in slowly, as I breathe heavier and faster until it's all the way in. I am so hard, you reach under with your hand and apply a little bit of lube. You Work the dildo in and out and my cock together, at the same rhythm. This seems go one forever, until I cum, spurting all over the towel underneath me. You keep using the dildo, and playing and teasing my cock. I squirm and twitch as I am sensitive to your touch, making me moan and scream into the pillow. You remove the dildo and your hand as I collapse in a dazed, worn out, dizzy heap. The Interrogation Young agent Hal Johnson followed his older partner, Tom Rapp, into the interrogation room at Headquarters. The room was secure and soundproofed and pretty much featureless, except for the surveillance cameras, the observation mirror, and a single table with two chairs. Sitting in one of the chairs was a beautiful Asian girl dressed in a school uniform: white cotton blouse; navy blue blazer; short, pleated plaid skirt; white ankle socks and shiny, black patent-leather loafers. She looked for all the world like Suki Ozawa, innocent 16-year-old Japanese schoolgirl, but in reality was dangerous Sooh Kee Kim, 22-year-old North Korean spy. She was unpredictable and well-versed in hand-to-hand combat. For this reason, her hands were cuffed tightly behind her back. This would be Johnson's first interrogation of such a formidable subject, so Agent Rapp, far more experienced, would be taking the lead. "So, Sooh Kee, we are very interested in knowing all about your intelligence-gathering exploits at the Nuclear Physics School for Girls," Rapp said, after making sure the door was securely shut. He motioned for Johnson to take the chair opposite Sooh Kee, who said not a word, just looked at Rapp with a guarded expression. Rapp wandered around behind her chair and rested his hands on her shoulders. She flicked her eyes to the side, then back at Johnson. Agent Rapp slid his hands from her shoulders down the front of her blouse, squeezing the full breasts that betrayed her true age as older than the sixteen years she appeared to be. Her eyelids fluttered slightly as he pinched her nipples through the fabric. "We have ways of extracting information from even the shy types," Rapp continued conversationally, as he unfastened the buttons of Sooh Kee's shirt and lifted out her mouthwatering breasts with their stiff, brownish nipples, for Johnson to see. "I think we're going to get along very well, Suki Lee," Rapp said, rolling and tugging the nipples with increasing pressure, "as long as you tell us what we want to know. Otherwise..." he punctuated this with a very hard pinch. Sooh Kee's brow creased at the sudden pain, but she stayed silent. "Um, if we want her to talk, don't you think we should—" began Johnson. "Agent Johnson," snapped the older man, cutting him off, "I'll run my interrogations the way I see fit. Watch and learn." Rapp continued to twist and tug on the girl's nipples, which were beginning to redden from the abuse. Her beautiful face twitched occasionally, but she never cried out. Johnson liked the way this interrogation was going, actually, and decided not to offer any more suggestions. After a few more minutes of torturing Sooh Kee's nipples, Rapp pulled a pair of wicked-looking clamps from his pocket. "Since we're not getting anywhere with you yet, dear, I guess we have to move on to the next phase of your interview." He pulled each of Sooh Kee's swollen nipples into a clamp and tightened it mercilessly. "That will keep you thinking about Phase One," he chuckled. Sooh Kee grimaced a little from the pain, and her breathing quickened, but mostly she just glared at the two men and did not speak. Rapp lifted the girl out of her chair and sat in it himself, putting her belly-down across his lap. Johnson had seen the swelling of a large erection in the older man's pants. He had to admit, he was growing an impressive boner himself. He watched intently as Rapp hiked up Sooh Kee's plaid skirt, exposing the pale, creamy globes of her perfect young ass, encased in pristine white cotton panties. Rapp grabbed the panties and yanked the fabric up tightly between her butt cheeks until it was firmly wedged in the crack of her ass. "This is going to hurt you a lot more than it will hurt me, Suki Lee," Rapp chuckled as the girl squirmed on his lap. He then proceeded to whale on her ass with his wide, hard palm. Her silky ponytails swished and flapped in her face and her cruelly clipped tits bounced vigorously as he mercilessly pounded her sweet bottom. Johnson could hear her uttering little grunts of pain as she took a hundred hearty smacks to her pretty backside, but she still offered no information. When her ass was bright red and Rapp was exhausted, he stopped beating her and demanded in a rasp, "Have anything to say yet, Miss Kim?" She was clearly breathing heavily, and her face was almost as red as her behind, but she kept her counsel. With a disgusted but extremely horny look (which is impossible to describe here), Rapp slid the recalcitrant spy off his lap and turned to Johnson. "Well, kid, you're up now." Johnson shot Rapp a questioning look. What to do? It wasn't his interrogation. "Sit on the edge of the table, sonny, and get your pants down." As Johnson, more excited than he had ever been in his life, did as he was told, Rapp explained, "I chose you to second-chair this 'interview' for a reason, kid. Word is you've got the biggest dick in the whole department. I can feel this bitch's pussy drippin' right through her skivvies, and I think she needs to get drilled by a big, thick cock." Johnson's huge erection throbbed in anticipation as Rapp jerked the schoolgirl spy's white panties off and scooped her up with his arms under her thighs, hoisting her and spreading her legs wide at the same time. Johnson momentarily feared for his exposed member as he thought of Sooh Kee's reputed martial arts skills, but she didn't seem to be struggling very effectively. Still, Rapp moved quickly as he positioned the girl's glistening pink pussy over Johnson's johnson and impaled her neatly on the thick rod. She took the cock inside her tight, wet cunt with a sharp inhale. Eager to show Rapp his usefulness in an interrogation, Johnson grabbed Sooh Kee's pretty pink ass and started poling her good and hard, with long, powerful strokes. As his cock plunged into her over and over, bouncing her big titties and jingling the chain fastened tightly to her stiff nipples, she grunted and moaned, tossing her head, but never a word passed her lips. Rapp was enjoying the show, but he figured Sooh Kee might also be enjoying things, too, and he decided it was time to apply more pressure. He had gotten his breather, and he was more than ready to apply said pressure. "This little slut needs a better reason to talk," he growled, "Stop bucking for a minute and spread her ass for me." Johnson halted his thrusting and grabbed Sooh Kee's ass cheeks hard, pulling them open to expose her tiny, puckered bud of an asshole. Alarmed, she tried to roll away, but Johnson caught the dangling chain of her nipple clips in his teeth and pulled. The pain on her already-sore nipples restrained her as Rapp slid a tube of lubricant from his pocket and squirted a good amount on her anus, then exposed his own pulsating dick. It was not quite as big as Johnson's, but still of an imposing size, especially to be jammed up the tight, virgin ass of a petite young female. Rapp took his cock in his hand and used its bulbous head to spread the lube on the girl's asshole, then he started to work the head into the super-tight opening. He could feel Sooh Kee straining to keep his invading prick out, but with Johnson pulling her butt open and the lube slicking the way, she didn't have a chance. Rapp had his way with her. He gave a satisfied grunt as the head of his cock popped past her tight sphincter, and in seconds her tender young ass was packed with the older man's thick, hard meat. "All right, let's give this bitch the fucking of her life," Rapp snarled, "Maybe we'll get more out of her after we put more into her!" he laughed, thrusting his cock brutally into her ass as Johnson renewed his attack on her tight pussy, which was now made even tighter from the pressure of her plugged rectum. The two men fucked the daylights out of the handcuffed spy, but the proud girl never cried out or begged them to stop. Eventually, Agent Johnson could hold back no longer, and he felt his hot cum explode inside Sooh Kee's equally hot snatch. Rapp was still plundering her ass, so Johnson just lay back on the table, enjoying the feeling of his gently throbbing cock draining inside the girl while she continued to be sodomized by the relentless Agent Rapp. To entertain himself, he sadistically tugged and twisted the clamps that still tightly mashed Sooh Kee's helpless nipples. He heard the distinct moan of a woman having a powerful orgasm on the other side of the observation mirror. "That'd be Chief Morant," puffed Rapp, still vigorously stuffing the girl's ass, "It takes a lot to make that woman come!" Section Chief Morant always made a point to observe Agent Rapp's interrogations, Johnson knew, and now he knew why. Rapp started down the home stretch in Sooh Kee's ass, fucking her harder and faster until he finally had his own powerful orgasm, filling her tortured ass with his milky load. Instead of collapsing afterward, he became all business, popping his cock out of her burning rectum, wiping it clean on her discarded drawers, and zipping up. "Upsy-daisy," he commented, hauling her off of Johnson and plopping her back in her chair. Johnson tucked his drained prick back in and took stock of the girl spy. She sat in the chair facing him, exhausted, her silky black hair plastered to her reddened face with sweat and tears, nipples bright red with abuse, oozing cum onto the plaid schoolgirl skirt from her pussy and ass. Her dark eyes flashed murder. Rapp reached down and removed the large red ball gag from her mouth. "Are you going to talk now?" "YES!!!!!" The Interrogation In a darkened room, I am tied to a chair, my hands bound to the back, my legs tied together. Hooded and blindfolded it begins. I am scared, actually to be honest I am terrified, my heart is pounding and I am having difficulty concentrating. A hard slap to the face gets my attention. "Are you ready to tell me what I want to know?" He asks. A shake of my head is my answer. He pulls up my top, exposing my breasts and my nipples harden almost instantly as the cool air of the room hits them. "Now?" He yells. I shake my head again, this time a little more defiantly. I am disorientated and shaking almost uncontrollably but my resolve is strong. I am determined to keep my secret. I yelp as the nipple clamps go on, pinching and pulling at me. Out of nowhere comes a hard tug and I yelp but still keep my secret. Then nothing but silence. I strain to hear him through the hood covering my ears but only silence echoes through the room, the only sound that of my pounding heart. I jump as his hand suddenly tightens around my throat, his voice a menacing whisper against the leather of the hood. "Tell me what I want to know. Tell me your deepest secret fantasy that I know is inside you." I am struggling now to maintain my composure but still I manage to shake my head no. I feel him untie my legs and he wrenches them apart, spreading them so wide that my ass lifts from the seat, before binding my ankles tightly to the legs of the chair. Again I jump as I feel the cold steel of his blade trail over my inner thigh and I can barely suppress a scream as without warning he slices through my panties and rips them from my body. Again he orders me to confess but again I refuse. "Open your mouth wide, slut," He demands, but I keep my lips stay clenched shut. He slaps my face so hard that tears spring immediately to my eyes and flow quickly down my cheeks from under the blindfold. "I said, open your fucking mouth!" He screams at me. This time I comply and find my mouth suddenly filled with my panties. I can taste my cunt juices on the fabric and I blush immediately, humiliated that in spite of my predicament I am completely and utterly turned on. "Such a nasty little girl you are," He laughs, "getting off on the taste of her own cunt." His voice is once more against my ear, this time speaking of things so nasty that I moan involuntarily. His voice is so low that I have to strain to hear him as he describes in detail some of the things that I have masturbated to late at night when no-one is near. My mind is racing. How could he know? "It is true, isn't it slut?" He says as softly He strokes my inner thigh, "You want to experience it, don't you?" I shake my head frantically, refusing to admit even to myself just how right he is. He slides his fingers easily into my cunt, feeling the wetness. "Your cunt tells me the truth bitch," He whispers softly, "just admit it to me." He removes the hood and pulls the panties from my mouth, kissing me deeply as my eyes try to adjust to the light. My body is trembling from the passion of his kiss as he steps away and watches me for a moment. I gaze back up at him and slowly shake my head. "Tell me!" He shouts. His demeanor has changed and I know he will not accept another refusal without serious repercussions so I look up at Him and make something up. I tell him anything, desperate to keep my secret. He knows I am lying. I scream in pain as he grabs the chain to the nipple clamps and yanks them off. He grabs a swollen, tender nipple between his fingers and twists it hard, the fingers from his other hand thrusting deep into my throbbing cunt again. I am moaning loudly now as the line between pleasure and pain blurs and becomes one. He finger fucks me hard, his fingers working my cunt until I am so aroused that I am near climax. "My whore wants to cum, doesn't she?" He taunts, as he continues to play with my body, driving me closer and closer to the edge. "Tell me whore! Tell me now and I may allow you to cum!" I can not keep my secret any longer. "Beg to tell me," He says, "make me believe you. Tell me just what a nasty little bitch you are and how much you really crave to experience your fantasy." I beg. Oh how I beg, desperate now for it to be over and to be allowed to cum. I plead with every fiber of my being and finally he nods his approval and listens. I tell him the truth. I tell him about Lena. The only question that remains is exactly what he will do with the information. The Interrogation We all know what happened in Saw V at this part but many of us and a certain one in particular thought this should have happened instead. "Where is it?!?" yelled Agent Strahm as he slammed his palm into the wall next to Jill Tuck. The veins on Strahms neck were pumped full of blood. He was enraged because of what had happened to his partner Lindsay Perez. Killed by an exploding puppet named Billy. Agent Perez had died in Strahms arms. Her blood was still on his shirt and he needed answers. He needed them now. Strahm knew he could crack this little bitch. I mean he already had her crying. He almost felt sorry for her. But he had to do it for Lindsay. He also decided that if he was going to go all in he had better shut off the cameras to the room and he did. Jill on the other hand didn't know what to do. One the one hand in fact she really was working with Hoffman. She really was in a way responsible for what happened to Lindsay. So for that she was scared. You couldn't really help but notice though as she was pressed up against the wall. Her nipples were hard through her shirt. Being scared kind of drove out an animal in her. She was scared but she was also aroused. As Strahm pushed Jill up against the wall he noticed that Jills nipples were showing through her shirt. He knew he had cracked Jill. Had her where he wanted her. And she had told him what she wanted to know. And he also still felt awful about poor Perez. But he couldn't help but he aroused by this hot busty blond he had pinned up against the wall. He didn't know how or why it happened but it happened. In an instant his lips were on hers exploding with passion. His hands pulled in on her firm ass cheeks pressing her body up hard against his growing dick. She could feel her body melt against his as he slammed her up against the wall and pumped his dick up against her as he grabbed her nice firm tits. She whimpered and ran her hand along his dick through his pants fumbling with the zipper. Strahm pulled her shirt up over her head and licked up her stomach and around each nipple and sucked each one in turn darting his tongue across each nipple. By this time she had his pants undone and she dropped down to her knees and helped him pull down his pants. She licked the tip of his huge dick and worked her way down the shaft with her soft lips. Stopping to kiss the dick and lick the balls. Strahm ran his fingers through her hair and moaned as she continued this for several minutes. Finally she took the head into her mouth and ran her tongue all over it like a French kiss. She started to move up and down his dick taking more of it and more of it. "Spit on it baby", Strahm grabbed her hair and pulled her head back off his dick. Jill gurgled up a big mouthful of spit and gargled it in front of Strahm and spit it all over his dick as he moved her face towards it. He glided his dick into her mouth and held both sides of her face as he pushed his big slippery dick in and out of her mouth. It went further and further in about half way. Strahm pulled it out and said spit more on it and Jill spit all over it and sucked it further. Jill finally gagged and took the whole monster cock until the balls slapped off her chin. Strahm erupted deep in her mouth with a hot milky load of cum. She swallowed it all and spit and cum dribbled down the side of her face. Strahm reached out and wiped it off her face with a towel. But he wasn't done. Oh no. He just needed to fuck the shit out of this woman. He reached down and stuck his fingers down the front of her pants and inside her little black panties. They reached around until they found her little pink clitoris. Her little pink hole felt so tight and wet that he had to try it out. He picked Jill up off the ground and put her up on the desk pulling her pants and panties both off in one motion. Strahm spread her legs as Jill moaned in anticipation. He spit all over that nice pink little pussy and kissed her thighs before he started to lick it. Slow at first all around her little pink love button. But then he stopped and French kissed that tight little pink fuck hole. Moving his face side to side as he buried his tongue into that sweet little hole. Jill pinched her nipples and cried out as Strahm tongued the fuck out of her sweet little pussy. Finally she bucked her legs back and shook as waves of orgasm shot through her and girl cum came out of her all over Strahms face. He licked it up hungrily and picked up Jill and bent her over the desk. As he pressed the head of his huge dick against her tight little hole she cried out. It was too big and she was so nice and tight. Strahm got her up and made her spit on it again. And he spread open that sweet little hole with his fingers and spit inside of it. Spit ran down between Jills pussy lips as Strahm bent her over again and forced just the head inside of her. She cried out and bit her lip a little and he pulled it out. "Just relax baby. I'll give it to you slow." Strahm said to her as he spit onto his own hand and rubbed it all across his huge dick. Spit ran down off of it as he pressed it against Jills hole again putting just the head in as she whimpered. He grabbed her shoulders and began pumping it into her just the head each time but gradually it went deeper and deeper inside her. Then it was halfway in and it was so big. It hurt but it felt good at the same time. This feels so good thought Strahm as he thrust his huge throbbing dick in and out of this tight little hole. Spit dribbling down her pussy lips and legs as his dick pumped in and out of her. Strahm gave a huge thrust pushing his dick three quarters of the way in. Jill dug her nails into the wood under the desk as the dick went in sooo far. Orgasm rocked her body as Strahm fucked her like a madman. Grabbing her shoulders and pumping in and out of her deeper and deeper. His balls started slapping off her pussy. It was so deep and it hurt but it felt so good. Strahm could tell he was going to erupt again. So he started to pump fast. Really fast. Jill dug her nails into the desk as he slammed the huge dick balls deep into her in and out. Her breathing came in sobs. Strahm erupted way deep inside her sending load upon load of hot milky cum pulsing down deep inside her. Her pussy tightened around his dick as it throbbed and pumped every drop of cum way deep inside her. They lay there for several minutes his dick still inside her pulsing until finally Strahm pulled it out leaving Jill bent over with cum running out of her mouth and pussy leaning over the desk and moaning in pleasure Strahm sitting up with a smile on his face. Jill tried to stand up but fell back down onto the desk exhausted and full of cum. That's where "Old Balls" Dan Erickson (Strahm's boss walks in...) "Strahm. What in the hell did you do this time?" The Interrogation "Hey boss! We caught a snooper!" Two men roughly dragged a young girl through the doors of a posh office and pushed her to the ground. She glared up at them and angrily shook her fist "Geez you don't have to be so rough!" Kitty Scopes was an intern reporter, she'd been helping out with an article about local organized crime. When she found some evidence that possibly linked one of the top law firms in the city with the notorious crime ring, she couldn't help taking her camera to the building on a Sunday and poking around a bit. The journalist she'd been shadowing warned her not to go and do anything stupid, it wasn't hard evidence after all, but curiosity killed the cat right? Two large bodybuilder like men had caught her climbing through a window not even 10 minutes after she'd arrived. Sticking halfway out the window, camera in hand, she sheepishly told the guards that she was lost. They didn't really buy it. But instead of doing anything horrible to her they hauled her out by the arms, marched her straight up to the 50th floor, and into this office Kitty regarded her surroundings, it was an ultra modern and expensive looking room. The desk in front of her was mahogany, but everything else was super sleek metal and glass. A man got up from behind the desk and eyed her skeptically. He looked to be about 30; maybe a little younger, tall, and incredibly handsome. Kitty guessed he must work at the firm, judging by his hand tailored suit he clearly had the cash to be employed here. "What the hell is this, she's just a kid!" The man seemed beyond irritated as he looked Kitty over. She was a sophomore at the local college, but her slim petite figure gave her the appearance of a much younger girl. She wore a short pleated shirt and a slightly oversized sweater which added to her schoolgirl look. Pulling her hair back into pigtails wasn't helping much either. "But boss, she was snooping around and taking pictures of stuff! You told us to bring anyone suspicious straight to you" One of the men tossed Kitty's camera to the boss He flipped through her pictures, with a completely unreadable expression on his face. After a few minutes he set down the camera and asked for her bag. He rummaged through that as well, pulling out her wallet. He stared at her ID and her intern badge. He stuffed everything back inside, finally walking over and knelt down beside her. "So sweetheart, you work for the Daily Press?" "I um... I'm just an intern" "An intern... you do seem a little young to be a reporter. Tell me what you were doing here, it can't just be an accident that my guards found you hanging out of a window." "I'm helping out with a story, I just wanted to take a look around here I swear! I wasn't doing anything bad!" Kitty nervously glanced at the two big men standing by the door. "Its okay honey, just relax. Why don't you take a seat in that chair over there" The boss gestured to a modern yet comfy looking armchair near the desk. Kitty scrambled to her feet and hurried over. The seat was comfortable but she sat straight up tensely. The boss leaned casually against his desk and sighed "So the press think they're onto something do they. That's a nuisance, I'll have to make sure I send someone to take care of that. What a pain, that'll get in the way of the real work I had planned for today". "What about the girl boss?" One of the guards gestured towards Kitty "Hm yes, well she knows something. I'll just have to find out what it is and decide if she's worth the trouble to keep around after that" Kitty's heart was racing, what the hell had she gotten herself into?! This was getting way out of hand, what was this guy talking about? She shifted nervously in her chair and glanced at the door. There was no way she was getting past Hans and fucking Frans if she made a run for it. Lost momentarily in her own world, she didn't fully notice the boss moving towards her again. Before she knew what was happening both wrists were handcuffed to the arms of the chair. "Hey what the fuck?! Let me go!!" Kitty squealed as she pulled against her restraints to no avail. "Thank you boys, I think I can take it from here. Why don't you go wait outside" The boss shrugged off his suit jacket and folded it gracefully, setting it down on a nearby table. Loosening his tie, he made his way back to Kitty and loomed over her like a menacing figure. "Now this can be very easy. If you answer my questions truthfully like a good girl I won't lay a hand on you. If you're difficult though, things could get ugly. Although..." his eyes roamed to her thighs, exposed from when her skirt had tousled away from all her struggling "I may enjoy myself quite throughly" Kitty shuddered and tried to twist herself in that way that made her skirt fall back over her legs but it was useless, all she managed to do was tire herself out. "Alright, Kitty is it? What information led you to come here and stick your nose where it doesn't belong?" Her mind raced, if she told him about the story would he send someone down to the Daily Press and hurt her coworkers? She didn't want anyone to get hurt because of her. "I didn't have anything, it was just a normal story about the firm" SMACK His hand came down hard across her cheek. Kitty cried out as pain seared through her face. Her cheek was stinging and tears swelled up in her eyes, but something told her that he hadn't even put his full force behind the slap. "Hm, that wasn't really a smart answer now was it. Are you protecting someone you work with? That's really touching, but its not going to win you any favors with me" Again he asked and again she lied. He grabbed her by the hair and landed a second blow on her other cheek. Kitty tried to distract herself from the stinging by concentrating on holding back her tears. "I already told you I don't know anything! We're just doing a story on the firm and I thought I could get some good photos so my superiors would praise me!" Kitty cried out, her voice cracking. "That's not a very convincing lie" the boss said, grabbing her by the jaw to force her head back up and raised his hand to hit her again. She pressed her eyes shut in preparation for another blow, but a thought crossed his mind and he suddenly took a step away from her. "Actually, let's make this a little more interesting shall we? Such a pretty little girl, it'd be a shame to waste a body like that" He reached into a drawer and pulled out some rope, then roughly pulled her legs up towards the ceiling and began tying them to the armrests. "What are you doing?!" Kitty lashed out with her legs in hopes of kicking him in the groin but he held her tight and delivered a stinging slap to her inner thigh. She screamed and he slapped her tender thigh again, breaking her resistance. When he was done her panties were completely exposed to him, she was helpless and bound. "That's better, look at these adorable panties. Its almost like you wanted to be caught" He smirked and fingered her pussy through the fabric. She was wearing low cut hipsters, pink and lacy with a satin bow. Kitty twisted and struggled against her bonds, arching her back as he rubbed her clit through the panties, desperately trying to hold back a moan. "Gross, stop! Don't touch me there!" She yelled at him. Obviously that was the wrong thing to say because the look in his eye changed, from playful to dangerous. "I guess Kitty thinks she's in a position to tell me what to do" he said to her darkly Taking a pair of scissors he cut through her panties and ripped them away. She squeaked and rubbed her bottom against the chair in an attempt to scoot away from his gaze. Kitty didn't really like her public hair so she'd made a habit of getting rid of it. She's just done so that morning and was thus freshly shaven and smooth. He chuckled evilly "So maybe you are a slut after all, look at this naughty exposed pussy. All hairless and... what's this?" He reached down and dipped a finger into her cunt "looks like you're getting wet too" Kitty gulped and turned red, there was no denying his accusation. Even though he was some kind of sadist, he was good with his hands and her body was responding to his touch. Plus, he was just so handome! It was wrong to be aroused, but she couldn't help it. "You little pervert, did you come all the way over here in the hopes that I would catch you and see what a filthy girl you are? Only a really sick whore would get off on being abused like this" He began unbuckling his belt. "Don't worry though" he pushed his trousers down and stroked his hardening cock through his briefs "I know exactly how to cure that". Kitty whimpered but she couldn't look away from him. His cock looked massive, even when he had his pants on she could see it bulging out. She'd only ever had one boyfriend before and they'd just had sex a few times in the dark. This was so much extreme than anything she'd ever imagined. Getting lost in her thoughts of again, Kitty's mouth was still open from the shock of seeing him undressing. Suddenly his hand was wrapped in her hair, slamming her open mouth down onto his cock and choking her. "Mmmfff!!!!" Kitty tried to pull back but he forced her head down deeper, making her gag even more. Holding her in place with both hands he thrust into her warm hole over and over again, filling her mouth with sticky pre-cum. With her arms tied, she couldn't even brace herself as he invaded her mouth with his massive cock. It was so big that her jaw was aching from being forced open so wide. She could feel him hitting the back of her throat and trying to slide all the way down. After an endless throat fucking he pulled out and let his cock rest on her face, covering her with cum and saliva. "Now Kitty, are you ready to tell me what you know?" He leered down at her and ground his dick against her face "I... I already told you the truth!" Kitty said in a small voice, wrenching her head away to escape the wetness all over her cheek. "You're really disappointing me with your lack of cooperation" the boss frowned, then slapped her face roughly with his cock. "If you keep being difficult I'm not going to be able to hold back" with that he thrust back into her mouth and resumed fucking her mouth. To her horror she could feel her pussy becoming wetter and wetter. Something about the gagging sensation was making her little cunt clench and flood. She could feel it dripping down into her asshole and onto the chair. Occasionally he pulled out of her mouth and forced her to lick his balls. Anytime she licked too hard he punished her with more slaps. "Please stop, I already told you I don't know anything! Haven't you punished me enough yet?! I'm sorry for snooping around! Please just let me go!" Kitty squealed as she desperately pulled her head away from his balls. "I'm not sure I can do that, after all it seems you've stained my nice new chair with your slutty juices" The boss knelt down to take a closer look at her dripping wet pussy. "Not only are you a liar but you're a masochistic little whore who makes a mess!" He scolded her, giving her thigh a slap. Kitty yelped in pain and wailed "Its not true! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" "There you go, lying again" The boss leaned down and licked her pink little pussy "I told you, only a true slut would taste like this". He continued to lap at her pussy, cleaning her up and making her moan loudly. He began sucking roughly on her clit and practically biting it as Kitty fought as hard as she could against her bonds. His tongue was so good, if he kept this up she was going to cum and the thought of that was too humiliating to bear. She began pleading with him, she didn't even know for what, begging him and crying out. "Oh god! Please, no, please, I can't... I'm so close! Ohhh, mmm, yes oh yes, oh pleeeease" He looked up at her "If you're a good girl and tell me what you know, maybe I'll give you what you want and let you cum" He lightly thumbed her clit, making her jerk violently in the armchair "Please..." she sobbed out "Please..." The boss sighed "I guess you're still resisting me" He stood up and quickly undid her ropes and cuffs, then he pulled her roughly to her feet and stripped her clothes off. Pushing her down against the desk, he attacked her breasts her his hands. "What the fuck are these pathetic little things? Are these supposed to be your tits? Your ID said you were 19, but I've seen children with bigger breasts than you" He pulled on her nipples and twisted hard, making her cry again out. He continued to grope and squeeze her breasts, pushing her down every time she tried to sit up or move his hands away "I think I know the only way to deal with bratty little girls like you" He said, his face looking crueler than ever. He pulled out a riding crop from the desk and flipped her over, bringing the crop down hard across her ass. Kitty screamed out in pain and desperately tried to claw her way away from him, but he pulled her back by the hair and whipped her ass again and again with the crop. Soon her round bottom was red and stinging, with marks from where he'd cropped her particularly violently. Still, she refused to tell him anything. Something inside her must have snapped, she tried to find solace in her retention of her knowledge and it was impossible for her to let go of that now. After another round of blows to her ass the boss grew irritated with her struggling. Picking up the discarded rope, he bound her arms tight behind her back and tied her apart wide, each to the opposite leg of the desk. She was totally exposed again, her pussy still as wet as a faucet and her asshole glistening from the wetness that had dripped down. He gave her pussy a deft blow and then squeezed her ass hard, roughly pulled her ass cheeks apart to get a better view of her asshole. "Look at that nasty pulsing asshole, I can't tell which hole looks more appetizing to fuck..." He continued groping her with one hand and positioned his cock with the other. "You've run out of chances Kitty, even if you told me what you know now there's no way I could pass up pounding into your sopping wet cunt now" Bent over the desk with her arms and legs tied, Kitty couldn't do anything but take his brutal fucking. His hands gripped her hips hard as he thrusted deep into her cunt, occasionally letting go to spank her ass and keep it nice and red. He kept driving his cock deep inside her, not stopping or easing up for a moment. The only sound he made was a string of humiliating and degrading words, telling her what a whore she was, how she was useless slut who couldn't even answer a few simple questions, that her body was nothing like a toy for men like him. She let every word wash over her, soaking in the disgracefulness of it all. She tried to hold it back but her moaning and cries betrayed her enjoyment of his rough treatment. She'd never felt so full and stretched in her life, it was an amazing feeling, his cock reached all the way to her cervix with every thrust. "You're so tight you little slut, I bet you take all the cock you can up the ass to keep your pussy from getting loose don't you. That's the only way someone with a body as slutty as yours could possibly stay like this" Kitty tried to protest but he clamped a hand over her mouth. Once she'd given up he moved his hand lower to her throat, pushing her down harder into the desk and squeezing to give himself more leverage as he mercilessly pounded her cunt raw. He was choking her and she struggled to breathe, the lack of air making her dizzy and stupid. Somehow the asphyxiation was adding to the pain and pleasure of the whole situation "Your tight little hole is so good, I think I'm gonna cum. What do you think whore? Should I cum inside and get you all knocked up?" "NO!!! Please, don't, I'll do anything, just don't!" Kitty frantically pleaded, squirming against his grip. But the air shortage made her struggle pathetic and weak, she was helpless. "Tell me the information I want to know and I'll pull out and cum over your big slutty ass instead, or maybe I'll flip you over and do it on those pathetic nubs you call tits" "Okay! Okay! There's a piece of evidence we found that maybe links you to the big local crime organization! Its pretty weak but I thought maybe I could just check things out! Please don't cum inside me, I'm begging you!" "Is that the best lie you can come up with?" He tightened his grip on her throat" "What?! Its not the lie!" Kitty was frantic and struggling to breathe He let out a low groan, almost deep enough to be a growl "I guess you really want my baby then" He thrust deep into her and came hard, growling as his cum poured inside her. He held himself there for a moment and then finally let himself lean against her. The only sounds were his heavy panting and her sobs. The boss pulled out and wiped himself off with a tissue before pulling his briefs and trousers back on, buckling them up. Kitty was still sprawled over the desk; her wrists chaffed from the rope and tears running down her face mixing with her drool. Cum dripped out of her raw abused cunt and red marks covered her ass and thighs. Even if she could collect her mental state off the floor there was no mistaking how she felt; broken. "Well maybe you actually didn't know anything. I guess you were just raped and impregnated for no reason." The boss said as he casually smoothed down his shirt and began re-doing his tie. "But I enjoyed that Kitty, maybe I won't dispose of you after all" He opened another drawer and pulled out a little stamp. Flipping her over, he stamped "Property of Matt R. Noble" onto both breasts. Then he began untying her and when he finished he scooped her up into his arms and set her down by the door with her clothes in heap. "Listen to me closely, you're going to come back here next week. If you tell anyone about what happened today, I'm going to brand my name onto your tits and then I'm going to make sure all my boys rape you so hard you'll never be able to do anything again but suck cock like a broken toy. Do you understand" Kitty weakly nodded "Good girl, now get out" The boss stood up, went back to his desk, and opened up a file that had been lying on the side. Kitty slowly put her clothing back on, taking what seemed like an eternity. She slung her bag over her shoulder in a daze and walked out without a word, his cum running down her thighs.