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The Interrogation Pt. 01

By: Laz110



She didn't need the alarm, waking precisely at 6am as she did every morning. She proceeded to do eighty sit-ups, eighty press-ups and eighty bunny-hops. Then she walked across the floor on her buttocks for twenty minutes to tone the muscled bottom. Although relatively attractive, with blonde hair which she preferred to keep in a ponytail and piercing blue eyes, she chose to live alone, considering all Russian men were either drunkards, stupid or useless. Sometimes she had regrets for not having a husband but not often. She was quite happy with her own company. 

After breakfast Major Olga Vavaski arrived at number 2 Dzerzhinsky Sq, KGB headquarters at precisely eight am and headed down into the depths of the vast basement. She entered the Colonel's office for the usual morning debriefing of the previous day's interviewing. Colonel Waneski was ten years her senior, and at late forties was considered to be a handsome woman. 

"Once again, Major, you have come up with the goods," the senior officer said. "The information has led to the network in Germany being broken up. Tnaks to you it has been destroyed." 

"So there is no need for the 'client' any longer?" Major Vavaski asked. 

The colonel gave a rare smile. "No, the job is now over. You can move to the next assignment when total completion is finalised." 

Major Vavaski went straight to the changing room and squeezed into her favourite interviewing attire. The black latex bodysuit fitted like a glove and she had to use talcum powder to assist her to fit into it. She stood for a few moments admiring her voluptuous figure with her large, protruding bottom in the lockers mirror. Then she entered the interrogation room by the adjoining door. 

He was where she'd left him the previous day, secured by chains on one leg and wrist on the concrete floor completely naked. 

"No more," he cried as she uncoupled the chains, dragging him to the low squatting table. 

"I've given you everything you wanted," he screamed while she secured him onto his back, fastening his arms, legs and head so he could barely move. 

"That is true," she said to the German, who was now reduced to a whimpering wreck. "But now we are moving to the final part of the process." 

Five days of continual face sitting suffocation had broken him. Her department within the KGB was the most efficient in the whole secret police. There was no breaking of bones, no rubber hoses, no electric shock treatment, nor beatings. The only method the five women torture officers in her department used was smother. There was six altogether; - the colonel, herself, a captain, two lieutenants and a sergeant. Only commissioned officers could perform the actual interrogations but the sergeant was sitting her exams soon. She had to make do with providing the administration for the time being. 

They executed the procedure by either face sitting or by hand smother, but the results were the same. And it was quicker than the more conventional methods. The head of department, the colonel, reckoned it was because it was a unique combination of humiliation and breathing deprivation. Whatever, it was the most effective interrogation in the entire service.

She carefully placed a booted foot in each of the stirrups which dangled beside either side of his upturned head, straddling him. 

"Please, no more," he pleaded, terrified at the sight of her bulbous rubber-clad backside hovering millimetres above his helpless face. "I'll do anything, anything..." 

Anything else he had to say became muffled as she smilingly sank her bottom right onto his face, submerging it. 

"There is one thing about this interrogation you do not know," she grinningly informed him. "Anyone who enters this interview room..." 

She wriggled her posterior around on his face. He struggled like crazy but it was useless. He was completely at her mercy. 

"No matter how much they are co-operative..." 

The large clock on the wall with it's loud ticking wiled away the seconds. 

"And no matter how much information they give us..." 

She was relishing this part of the interrogation. Every job must have its bonuses and to her this was the best part. 

"no one leaves this room alive." She gave out a laugh. "Except for me of course." 

"Which is very unfortunate for you," she continued, savouring the moments as the seconds, then minutes passed so slowly for him, 

Beneath her his body writhed and struggled for all it was worth but it was hopeless. He had been head of section in Hamburg. He'd told her everything she wanted to know, even betraying his top British agent. 

The clock told her she'd been sitting there for four minutes. "Not long now," she smilingly taunted him. There was no way he could catch the slightest breath with latex covering his nose and mouth. That's why she preferred it. It was the best material for suffocating and torturing her victims, yet still retaining a not too intimate contact. That would not be very professional and she was a true professional. She liked her job. She liked it very much.

At five minutes his struggles grew weaker and weaker until they finally stopped. She remained sitting on his face for another minute before giving out a satisfied sigh. Then she clambered from the reddened face. Tomorrow she would move on to the next interrogation, the one with the British spy. They would pick him up soon. Then she would get on with the job in hand. She had never interrogated an Englishman before. She was looking forward to it very much indeed.

The Interrogation Pt. 02



She slammed open the interrogation room's metal door. It clanged loudly against the solid brickwork. It was her way of starting off an interrogation by intimidating the prisoner. She noted with some satisfaction the reaction of the naked man, strapped face-up on the metal table. He was startled by the noise, but only momentarily. He looked like a pro, used to the unexpected. A glimmer of a smile pursed her lips. No amount of training in the world would prepare him for her specialist methods of interrogation. 

Taking off her coat, she revealed a stunning figure encased in black rubber. After closing the door and bolting it, she slowly walked round the man, surveying him with her piercing blue eyes. She deduced the sergeant had already been hand smothering him after bringing him in here and preparing him for her. She could tell from his watering eyes. She didn't mind too much as she had a soft spot for her. She'd been a sergeant once and had always aspired to become an officer and thus been allowed to face sit internees. 

She noted how good looking he was. In fact she'd never seen anyone quite so handsome. This was going to be quite an eventful next few days. 

"You are going to tell me whatever I want to know," she rasped. 

He coughed. "I am Major John Watson and my number is 09543726. That is the only information I am going to give you." 

She placed one booted foot in the dangling stirrup hanging beside his head, swung her leg over him and slipped the other boot into the remaining stirrup. Her large, muscled backside loomed inches above his secured face. 

"What the fuck are you..." he started to protest, but the rest was cut off as she sat right down on his vulnerable face. Her fleshiness squashed down covering any means of respiration. 

"You weren't prepared for this, were you?" she chuckled, wriggling herself more comfortably. 

The loud ticking of the clock was the only sound on the room as the seconds went slowly by. Her own breathing was shallow as she began to get involved in the ethos of the interrogation. He was now struggling to free his face from the constrictions of her bottom, but to no avail. There was nothing he could do. 

She could tell from the slightest of movements from her victims what amount of air was remaining in their lungs and how long it would be before they passed out. She was an expert in face sitting smother and had accumulated this experience from scores of previous interrogations. She had face sat both female and male agents. She often found the women could take suffocation better than the men. But she always enjoyed her work to the fullest extent. 

She shifted, just the slightest of movements and his nostrils, wedged firmly in-between her buttocks gave out a faint 'psst', the same sound as a tyre inflator makes. It was only for a second but it was enough for him to suck in a minute amount of oxygen through one nostril. Then she re-sat, her bulbous backside dominating his helpless face, smothering him. 

The minutes went by and then the hours. Time passed quickly for her but was torturously slow for him. Each second seemed like a minute to him, each minute an hour, and each hour a day. She cruelly and deliberately allowed him the minimum inhalation through a nostril which kept him just from passing out. To faint would have been a welcome release but she expertly retained his torment to the ultimate degree. 

She didn't even ask any questions. She simply wanted to 'soften' him up. It was nicer than all the previous interrogations she'd conducted. It was a very pleasant experience to face sit someone so good looking. She hoped it would take longer than usual. 

The clock said there was three hours to go on her shift. An arrogant eyebrow arched and she glanced at the reddening face beneath her. This was really comfortable. And it was so tempting just to remain seated. 

Grinning now, she mischievously loosened the straps securing his face so he could move his head. Wow, that felt nice, she thought. This is going to be the most enjoyable interrogation I've ever done.

Now that the restraints were loosened his head was less constricted and he fought like mad to twist and turn it in an attempt to free it from the torturer who was impeding his breathing.

'Mmhhhh,' she went, fighting his writhing head with her muscled backside. 'That's nice.'

He struggled furiously, his lungs fit to burst. He tried to turn his head this way and that but to no avail. Her bottom and weight bore down on him relentlessly.

'That's the spirit,' she exclaimed delightedly.

Just before it came to him passing out she leaned slightly to one side.

'Psst,' his nostril went.

Then again he was left with his face being squashed by her voluptuous posterior, with no means of respiration. Above him all he could see was twin, bulbous bottom cheeks encased in black rubber. His face was red hot from the intimate contact and lack of oxygen.

Back in England he'd been trained in all kinds of interrogation methods by the best people. They'd taught him to pick on certain characteristics of the interrogator with which to hate them. That way you could retain some sense of reality and focus your mind. But with this torturer all he could see was her bottom flattening his face. They hadn't prepared him for this in the slightest.

She face sat him to the same extreme severity for the remaining duration of her shift, skilfully keeping him from just passing out the whole time. She even over-stayed her time by another two hours, so enthralled at interrogating such a good-looking captive.

'How do you English say it... Bye for now,' she chuckled, raising her backside from his tormented face. 'I will be back tomorrow and I expect some answers.'

Placing on her coat, she laughed at his strained inhalations and choking, slamming the door behind her. He heard her laughing and her heels clattering as she strode up the corridor all the way to the sergeant's office.

'You're late, Comrade Major,' the sergeant said, looking up from the newspaper.

'I must have grown quite attached to his face,' Vavaski smirked.

The sergeant's pretty face screwed up in mirth as she laughed out loud.

'He's all yours,' the major told her. 'You can do whatever you want with him. Just make sure he's alive for me in the morning.'

'Thank you, sir,' she exclaimed, standing in readiness. She gave a polite salute as her superior officer left the office. Her hands involuntarily smoothed across her plump bottom. She would make an officer one day and then she could conduct real prolonged face sit-torture on their prisoners. Until then she would make do with just filling in with part-time smother torture. It suited her for the moment, but she knew she aspired to greater things.

As Vavaski stepped out into the evening air an elation took hold of her. She was looking forward to tomorrow to the extent she'd never experienced before. It was so good to be alive.



The Interrogation Pt. 03



That night Major Olga Vavaski slept restlessly. She dreamed of her new prisoner, something that had never happened before, ever. It was a sexual dream and made her very excited which was also something unique. His face kept coming up at her from the mist at her feet and she kept sitting down on it and every time she sat on his face an overwhelming feeling of exhilaration filled her very being. The overall theme of the dream came across to her that all she really wanted was to sit on his face all the time, forever. 

Suddenly the alarm went off and it took her a few moments to pull herself together. Then she went to work on her exercises.

At precisely 8am she arrived at KGB headquarters, eagerly fitted herself into her working latex bodysuit and hurried into her interrogation cell. Sergeant Antonova had already dutifully prepared the Englishman, who lay prostrate as before. Vavaski knew the sergeant had been face sitting him intensively because of his laboured inhalations and red countenance. She'd probably spent a large part of last night torturing him as well as an hour or so this morning. The major grinned. Antonova reminded her of herself.

She surveyed him intently, trying to look as cold as possible. 'Your head of station told us there were three agents -- you, the Pole and another. But he didn't know the third agent, only that he or she was a Ukrainian. We have you and the Pole in custody, who is being interrogated now, but your head of section told us you are the only one who knows their identity.' 

She turned her back on him. He was trying hard to not look at her but her stunning figure and attire seemed to mesmerise him. She purposely positioned her magnificent backside near to his head. It was large, protruding, perfectly proportioned in its magnificence and appeared intimidating and menacing. A look of intense fear flashed across his eyes and he tried to disguise it. But she noticed it and something stirred deep inside her. It was the same feeling she'd experienced with her dream and it fleetingly took her by surprise.

'Who is it?' she asked sharply, brushing the side of his face with a buttock.

He swallowed hard from the fear, but recovered quickly. 'I've no idea what you're talking about,' he replied as confidently as he could.

She pushed against his face with her bottom and he gasped in unsuppressed terror.

'Who...is...it?' she hissed. 'Tell me or I will face sit you like there is no tomorrow.'

He recovered rapidly. 'I'm telling you I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about.'

She was more than pleased at his answer. This was going to be one of the longest interrogations she'd had and very probably the most enjoyable she'd ever experienced.

She slowly mounted the stirrups, staring down at his fearful eyes. Her own eyes shone with glee and a feeling of expectation gripped her in her lower body. Skilfully, and not without a teasing perversity, her bottom caressed his nose inside the crease. The black latex was so tight it seemed as though it was sprayed on her body.

He began to tremble, couldn't help himself. What he'd gone through yesterday was enough to put the fear of the devil into any man. Now she was going to increase the torment. And what made it worse was the fact she was enjoying it. In fact she was getting so turned on he wondered if he would survive for very much longer.

Then she slowly, oh so very slowly, lowered her bottom with his nose in her crack and her vast buttocks merging into his face and then as she sank right down on him her weight was so much it made his face ache. And then she shifted herself more comfortably, happily laughing that he couldn't breathe anymore...

Day five.

Tuesday morning Vavaski arrived even earlier than normal. She'd been impressed he'd held out for so long. It wasn't often someone withstood this amount of face sitting torture for so long. There was just one thing which troubled her and it was causing her not a little consternation. She couldn't get his handsome face out of her mind.

'Good morning,' she said cheerfully, mounting the stirrups, poising her bottom just millimetres from his face. 'Today you'll be getting to know my bottom even more than usual.' 

She sank slowly down on his subjugated face, dominating him with her superior position. She remained seated for a long time, revelling in his torment. Just when the familiar rushing, humming noise pounded in his ears she momentarily eased her bottom to permit his nose to go 'Pssst'.

'What is the third agent's name?' she snapped.

She stayed reposing on his face until the humming returned, then raised her bottom enough for him to gasp in air.

'Aahhhhhhh...' the rush of air intake went. 'I... don't... know...'

She immediately sat back down on his vulnerable, pain-racked face before he'd even had a chance to inhale. 'Ha ha,' she chortled. 'I'm glad you said that.'

Bitch! he thought. His lungs hurt like mad. In fact the oxygen deprivation was so great his entire body ached from her smother torture.

'I will let you have some air in thirty seconds,' she grinned down at him over her shoulder. 'And if you don't tell me what I want to know I will suffocate you even more than I did yesterday.'

She wriggled her protruding backside across his smothering face to highlight his defencelessness, as she revelled in his suffering.

The wall clock ticked away the seconds in the quietness of the cell. The only other sounds were her shallow breathing and his groanings beneath her. Each second seemed like forever to him. He had already been straining when she sat back down. Now the situation for him was desperate. He pulled futilely at his restraints which merely increased her amusement.

Then something strange was starting to happen to him over which he had no control. Not only was he being tortured and humiliated by her, but now he began to feel oddly disgusted with himself. It must have happened because of the suffocation but he now found himself with the hardest erection he'd had for ages.

'My, you must like what I'm doing to you,' she enthused. 'I think you must be enjoying yourself with me sitting on your face.' She smeared his smothering face with her voluptuous orbs to emphasise her dominance.

Fuck off cow, he thought. Although his eyes bulged from the vacuum in his lungs he could see her grinning piercing blue eyes peeking down at him from over her shoulder. Her blonde ponytail swished proudly back and forth across the top of her back.

Although she was teasing him she knew this phenomena well, had witnessed it scores of time. It was known as an involuntary erection caused by Auto Erotic Asphyxiation and was the same effect as experienced by a hanged man. In olden times when criminals were hanged in public they often had an erection just before death. That's what drew the women to the crowds to witness the execution. 

Usually Vavaski ignored her victim's involuntary arousals, considering it too unprofessional to intervene. All she wanted was information derived from face sitting and suffocation. But now, faced with her latest victim's swollen penis it was too tempting to just ignore. Something strange, an unexplainable urge was compelling her to depart from her ordinary procedures. She knew of one officer, Lieutenant Browonska who as a matter of course used her victim's erection for her own satisfaction after he'd divulged all the required information. She literally fucked him to death by hand smothering him when his usefulness had become obsolete.

Tentatively Vavaski delicately touched his rigid member, softly caressing it's swollen head. Beneath her smothering bottom the sound of his moans altered their pitch.

'So, this is pleasing to you?' she mocked, knowing full well his spontaneous arousal was causing him an extreme amount of conflict and discomfort.

Slowly and tormentingly she gently rubbed his sensitive nerve at the base of its head.

'Pssst,' his nose went. Then she re-settled her bottom, her buttocks once again swallowing his face. She continued rubbing his prick until his back arched and a small bead of semen escaped from its eyelet. It was then that she immediately withdrew her probing fingers in an unmitigated act of teasing sadism. His tormented stifled tones caused her to grin broadly.

'You want me to continue?' she innocently enquired, rubbing his nose against her anal passage. She painstakingly raised her backside.

'Ahhhhhhh...p...l...e...a...s...e.... s...t...o...p...' he went, and just as quickly she sat back down to quell any further protestations.

'Give me a name,' she hissed. 'Give me the name and I'll make sure your death will be quick,' she lied.

Two and a half hours later she was still playing with his erection against his will. Every time he was close to coming and a bead of semen showed she withdrew her hand and left him frustrated and smothered. She was loving this new twist on her regular torture methods.

'I have some good news and some bad news,' she smirked down at his pain-racked eyes. 'The good news is I'm going to do some overtime tonight.' She couldn't hold back her laughter at the horrified look in his eyes. 'And the bad news is I'm going to make the suffocation even harder for you.'

With that she shifted her posterior into a more comfortable position and began to toy with his aching penis...



The Interrogation Pt. 04



Final day (nearly).

At the end of her shift Major Olga Vavaski had gleefully given strict instructions to her sergeant which would not only bring further suffering and consternation to their victim but would cause him considerable frustration as well. Vavaski was trying out a new methodology in her interrogation techniques. These were a few important factors which could, if it worked, have the possibility of accelerating the 'breaking down' process.

Sergeant Antonova had grinned at her superior's instructions. She would gladly carry them out, she'd told the Major. Would it be possible that she herself could practise the frustration technique? She was delighted when Vavaski agreed, but was told to be extremely careful to not allow him to release his ejaculation. She was also instructed that after she'd finished with him the prisoner should then be immobilised sufficiently for him to be unable to relieve himself. Later that evening after the sergeant had used him for her face sitting and cock teasing torment she chained him to the floor as usual but restrained his arms behind his back. Major Watson had lain in torment most of the night, his erection never diminishing.

'Wake up, Major!' Vavaski called. She'd wanted an early start, arriving even before the early-bird sergeant. Her sleep had been restless and she had been up thinking most of the night. 

He woke with a start. Her blue eyes had been gazing at his good-looking face and had smiled to herself at the sight of his swollen erection.

'It looks like you are pleased to see me,' she enthused, turning to show him her bulbous backside near to his face.

'N...o... p...p...please!' he whined. He had held out from being broken far longer than most. Now, satisfyingly, she knew he was now at breaking point.

'Well?' she grinned, squatting to lightly finger his throbbing penis-head. 'Tell me what I need to know'.

He blurted out the name of the agent and where they could be found.

'Very good,' Vavaski said, rising and opening the cell door. Now she had the information there was only one outcome left. Her and her fellow officers considered this to be the best part of any interrogation. Or rather there was always only one outcome up until now. 

She wriggled her bottom at his frightened face. 'Don't go away and I'll be back to have some more fun with you soon.'

When Olga Vavaski entered the office Colonel Waneski was filling in the finalisation execution papers for the other prisoner who had been face sat to death by her captain. He had been broken and eliminated two days previously but it was only now she'd found the time to do the paperwork. It had been so busy over the last few weeks due to spy networks being uncovered the colonel had unusually even participated in the face sitting interrogations herself. It had been a long time since she'd been involved in the everyday side of the department to this extent. She wasn't sorry though. She'd actually missed that side of things.

'He has given me the information,' Vavaski proudly informed her. Then she debriefed her superior officer, telling her the alteration of smothering interrogation techniques.

'This is fascinating, Major!' the colonel exclaimed. 'And well done. If we'd used the old-fashioned methods of brutality he may have held out for another week'. 

'Or died before he'd told us anything,' Vavaski added. 

'Indeed,' the colonel agreed. She looked thoughtful for a moment, her hands smoothing across her skirted bottom spreading across her chair. 'And now we have the information we must carry out the execution.' She rose. 'I think I will do the necessary in this instance.'

Immediately a worried expression crossed Olga Vavaski's attractive face.

'But I thought I was to carry out the execution, Sir,' Vavaski exclaimed anxiously.

''It has been quite a long time since I have executed a detainee,' the colonel admitted. 'And as you know I would not ask my officers to do anything that I would not undertake myself.' She smiled broadly at the thought of it. It had been so long, too long.

'But, sir,' Vavaski thought quickly. 'I had hoped to finalise this particular prisoner myself.' 

'I need to do this,' Colonel Waneski insisted. 'Just to keep my hand in, as it were.'

Major Vavaski stood up to her full height. 'I really must request that I be permitted to carry out the execution, Comrade Colonel.'

'What is so special about this one?' There was a slightly quizzical look on the colonel's face.

Vavaski looked her senior straight in the eye. 'I enjoyed this interrogation because he was such a hard nut to crack. It would mean so much to me if I could execute him, sir.'

'Very well, Major, as it seems to be so special to you.' The colonel looked disappointed. 'You are a good officer and one day you will be in charge of this section.'

Vavaski saluted graciously. 'Thank you, Colonel.' She turned on her heels.

'And, Major,' the colonel called after her. 'Make him suffer'.

Both women smiled knowingly. But Vavaski was smiling about something else. Something that no one had done before, and if she was ever found out she could end up in prison herself. But then what would life be if you didn't take risks. And he did have the nicest face she'd ever sat on.



The Interrogation Pt. 05



Part 5

Final day.

Major Watson cringed as Vavaski strutted into the cell. Her pupils were dilated and her eyes were wild with anticipation. The gleeful look on her attractive-but-hard face scared him even more.

'Get on the table,' she ordered, grinning as she unshackled him from the chains.

Obediently, he did as he was bidden and subserviently clambered onto the torture table. Almost impatiently she peeled herself out of the rubber cat-suit, which had been her interrogation uniform for the last few years. It felt good to be naked in the smother chamber for the first time. Then she strapped him down so he could not move a muscle, but just leaving his head free. It was more enjoyable for her when she would be able feel his face futilely trying to escape.

'I have enjoyed torturing you, Major,' she smirked, mounting the stirrups. Her large, muscular, naked and protruding bottom loomed ominously millimetres from his turned-away face. 'Now I am going to do it to you, err...' she chortled. '...bareback. Isn't that what you English say?'

'P...l...e...a...s...e...' he pleaded. 'I've given you everything you're wanted.'

'You've given me more than that,' she grinned. 'You've given me more pleasure than I've had for a very long time, Major.' She held his head, forcing him to look directly at her oppressive backside. Cruelly, she smilingly caressed his nose with her buttock's crease. 'Now I want to try your face out for size properly.'

'N...o...o...o...'

Her bottom slowly sank down on to his subjugated face, squashing down on him with all her weight. 

'You have only seen my backside in latex throughout our, how shall I say, our little get together...' she threw out a short laugh. 'Now you shall have the privilege of seeing my bottom naked for the rest of your life.' 

She was loving doing this to the man she'd spent the last week breaking him down into what had now become her face seat. 

'Incidentally, 'she smiled down at his suffocating eyes. 'You've see more of my bottom in the last six days even more than you have ever seen your own wife's.' She was revelling in his torment. 'And I suppose it is my duty, and great pleasure I must say, to inform you that you will never see her again.' 

His face desperately tried to wriggle away from her tortuous bottom. The feeling was nice for her, it sort of tickled in a way but was even nicer than that. It was kind of sexual but in a way she'd never experienced before. She could get used to this.

'It is also my duty to inform you, Major...' Her bottom fought with his face in a totally unmatched fight. 'That any prisoner has ever left this cell alive.' It felt so good to be doing this to him. It was completely unprofessional and she'd never done anything, nor indeed felt anything, like this before. But it was delicious.

'Aaaahhhhhhhhhh...' he went as she momentarily raised her bottom sufficiently for his lungs to be able to suck in much needed air.

She sat back down immediately, realising that it was a sexual feeling after all and although she'd never felt it before it was very probably going to be much nicer than sex. In fact she had an inkling it was going to be the most gorgeous feeling she'd ever experienced.

His mouth was being dominatingly covered by her now-dampened vagina, while his nose ingressed into her anus.

'Do you have any idea how pleasurable this is?' she smirked down at his bulging eyes. 'And I have my orders to carry out.'

It was lovely tormenting him like this, she mused, wriggling her backside to increase the sensations. She could get used to this, it was almost like a drug. Then one second she'd been enjoying the feeling seeing his tormented and badly reddened face and of sitting on his face and smothering him, and the next second it came suddenly, caught her off-guard. It was like something out of this world, almost as if no human should be allowed to experience this amount of ecstasy. 

'Eeerrrrrrrrrrrrhhh...' she went involuntarily, throwing back her head. Her eyes disappeared back into the lids and her whole body was taken over by tidal waves of delightful sensations. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through every nerve-end, every corner of her body. She wasn't here she was somewhere else. It was like a place known as Heaven. Each wave made her groan, 'Mmhhhhhhhhh.' 

In the next few hours she experienced four more climaxes until she reached a point where she wanted to continue but realised she was too tired to go on for much longer.

'Aaaahhhhhhhhhh...' his lungs went. It was the longest he'd been allowed to breathe for the last three and a half hours. Her bottom remained poised, just hovering above his gasping face.

'Major,' she smiled. 'I have orders to execute you.'

He was more concerned with catching his much deprived breath but on hearing that became even more fearful.

'However...' she face grinned from ear to ear at the sight of his defeated and panting face beneath her, '...I have a proposition for you.'

'W...h...a...t...,' he gasped, 'd...o...y...o...u...m...e...a...n...?'

'I can either sit on your face and suffocate you until you are dead,' she smirked. 'Or...' Tormentingly, she wiggled her bottom into his frightened face.

'O...r...? he stammered.

'Or I can let you live,' she smiled. 'But there's a catch.'

'W...h...a...t..?' he stuttered.

'If I let you live you have to be my slave,' she breathed, becoming excited again.

'Y...o...u...r...s...l...a...v...e..?' he went, looking terrified.

'You have to do whatever I want,' she chuckled, forcing his face into her bottom and sitting on it.

'If you don't do what I want then I'll execute you anyway,' she happily continued. 'But the choice is yours whether you live or die.'

His lungs were fit to burst. There was nothing he could do.

'When I let you breathe I want you to kiss my backside if you want to live,' she laughed. 'Or you will die if you don't. The choice of the prize, like they say in your quiz shows, is yours.'

She was becoming aroused again and reluctantly raised her bottom, and even as he gasped and choked down air, his lips met with her fleshy bottom cheeks in an act of utter and total defeat.

'That feels nice,' she admitted. 'Keep doing it.'

For the following twenty minutes she made him perform analingus and achieved an even stronger orgasm than before.

She reflected on the situation as she dressed and chained him back on the cold, hard ground. She had made the right choice, she thought. And so had he. It had been worth taking a risk. She'd get the sergeant to organise helping to smuggle him back to her apartment. She'd allow the sergeant to execute her next prisoner as payment. 

As she looked down at her handsome slave she knew that now she was going to have the loveliest time of her life. And she was more contented than she'd been for a very long time.

The end