0 comments/ 11611 views/ 0 favorites The Inquiry By: dak2742 Sergeant First Class Helen Walters stood in front of the colonel's desk, rigidly at attention and holding her perfect salute until the older man finally acknowledged her presence with a quick snap of his elbow. "Stand easy, Sergeant," he barked. "If you've got questions, hold them until after this inquiry. I think these things go best when they go fast. Wouldn't you agree, Sergeant?" "Yes, Sir." "I will not insult you by asking you any stupid questions, Sergeant. In return you will not give me any bullshit. Understood?" "Yes, Sir." "I've got two things on my desk, Sergeant. One is a personnel file I'd be proud to call my own and the other is a report from the Provost Marshal about an incident night before last. He claims you busted up three of his MP's, two of them bad enough they couldn't pull their duty the next day." The colonel had walked behind SFC Walters during his little speech, but now he returned to his seat and sighed as he sat down heavily, feeling every year of his age before he continued. "Normally, I wouldn't bother with anything other than signing the papers to take one, or maybe two, of those stripes and call it a day. The reason I'm not doing just that, is that other thing on my desk I talked about earlier. "You've earned almost every medal or commendation the Army has to give, along with two from the Air Force and one from the Navy. Add to that the yearly evaluation reports are all marked outstanding, of course, plus the fact that you've never failed a PT test in your entire military career. Truth is, Sergeant, you are one outstanding soldier." Waving her to silence, the Colonel sighed again and gave her a long, hard look. She knew what he saw: a woman just an inch under 6 feet, weighed almost 150 pounds and it was plain it was all solid muscle. Dark brown hair cut two inches off her shoulders and pinned up tight, eyes an even darker brown with some saying they were all black. Her breasts were a compact 36C and even these baggy uniforms couldn't hide her feminine curves and charms. "I want you to tell me exactly what happened, Sergeant." "Sir, may I speak candidly?" "Sergeant, let me say this about that. I want the fucking truth and I want you to fucking tell me every motherfucking thing. I'm not a fucking child; I'm an old infantry officer. You cannot shock me, you cannot embarrass me, you probably cannot tell me anything I haven't either A: Done, B: Seen, C: Heard or D: All of the above. What you can do, is piss me the fuck off! Do you get what I am trying to say to you Sergeant?" "Yes, Sir, and let me say I respect that and I want to thank you in advance for hearing my side before passing judgment, so I'll try and explain as best I can." Helen took a cab to her friend's house because she lived so close and so if she decided to drink a little, then she'd not have to worry about driving back. A little drink wasn't worth her career and getting picked up for a DUI as an upper-rank was a one-way ticket to a general discharge and she could kiss her pension good-bye. By the time she got there, the party was in full swing and she was quickly on her third beer and second shot of Jack. That's when her friend introduced her to Bill; he was charming, smooth and handsome with dark hair and an easy smile. One thing led to another and soon, Helen found herself outside, alone there in the dark with a man she'd just met, but somehow it seemed perfect. "I'm glad we came outside," she sighed. "Aren't you?" Bill answered her with a kiss and Helen found his mouth warm, tasting slightly of whisky, his chin rough against her face. Slipping her tongue deeper inside his mouth, she relaxed into his arms. Helen knew he felt her hard nipples pressed against his chest from the way his cock started growing against her thighs and stomach. Helen slowly slipped to her knees as she pushed him back to lean against the house and fumbled with his jeans until she had his hard, thick cock free from their denim prison. With a sigh, she slowly slipped the head in her mouth. She could taste the pre-cum leaking from the head of his cock along with the sweet, salty taste of a man. She continued to slowly force more and more of his cock down her throat until she felt his pubic hair tickle her nose, then just as slowly, she eased him from her mouth and leaned back on her heels. "Let's go somewhere we can fuck," she whispered as she gazed into his eyes for a long moment before she resumed her slow, steady assault on his hard cock with her lips, teeth and tongue. Every third stroke, she'd slowly force every inch of his hard, throbbing cock all the way down her throat, but just for that one stroke. She continued to tease him unmercifully until Bill sighed lustily and forced her to release him from her greedy mouth. With one last kiss on the swollen tip, Helen smiled as he helped her to her feet. "Get your car, I'll meet you out front," she whispered as she started to turn to go back inside. "I'll just go tell Marcie that I had a great time but I'm going to call it an early night." "That'll be a problem," Bill sighed as he fumbled with his jeans, trying to get everything tucked back in. "I rode with a friend, my car is at the shop." "Ever have a threesome?" Helen whispered as she slipped her hand down in the front of his jeans, grabbing his hard cock and giving it a squeeze. "We could do that tonight if you'd like, or we can call a cab. The choice is yours, but I'm going to get laid tonight one way or the other." "If you don't stop that," Bill sighed as she continued to stroke his hard cock, "I'm going to cum in your hand right here!" "And we don't want that, do we?" she teased as she released him and allowed him to finish getting himself presentable. "Now, let's go police up your friend and get the fuck out of here," she added as she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the back door. Bill led her through the crowd and left her to say good night to their host, saying he'd get Kevin and they'd be out front in the red F150. "Looks like you two hit it off," Marcie said as she watched Helen watching Bill's ass as he made his way back through the people milling around. "Don't be getting any ideas," laughed Helen. "I just want laid, I still don't want married." "You'd be a great wife for some lucky man," her friend replied and Helen smiled. Her friend was always the matchmaker, trying to get her married, or at the least, engaged. "Fine and dandy and maybe someday, cool, but not tonight. Tonight it's all about the cock," chuckled Helen as she leaned in and gave Marcie a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for inviting me and I'll call you tomorrow morning." "You'd better!" Marcie laughed in reply. "So take good notes and let me know how good Bill is in the sack!" Walking her friend to the door, they quickly kissed good night again and Marcie watched as Bill opened the door and Helen climbed inside the truck idling at the curb. Bill introduced them as Helen settled in between the two men, and after a brief "Hello" Kevin put the big truck in gear and eased into traffic. By the time they arrived back at Bill's place, they were all chatting like old friends and many a ribald comment had passed between them all. Helen grabbed their hands as they quickly walked up the sidewalk and she allowed Kevin to grab a quick kiss while Bill fumbled with his keys to unlock the door. Finally he opened it and ushered them inside, flicking on the lights Bill offered to fix them all a drink as he headed into the kitchen. Helen tugged on Kevin's hand, pulling him down to sit on the couch beside her. He was well over 6 feet and probably close to 180 or maybe 200, but it was all muscle and it was plain to see he kept himself in excellent shape. With his blonde hair clipped into a neat high-and-tight, blue eyes and smile anyone would envy, she was even hornier now than before and she decided not to waste any more time. Slipping over the tall young man like a snake, she kissed her way into his lap until she had one arm around his neck as he clutched her around the waist. Helen could feel his cock pressing into her hip and she took silent delight in how it got harder as they continued to kiss. Then she felt Kevin slide one of his hands down over her hips, across one thigh and onto the other, gently insisting she spread her legs and she didn't disappoint her lover. That's how Bill found them when he got back from the kitchen, Helen sitting in Kevin's lap, his fingers busy exploring her pussy while they kissed passionately. Sitting the glasses down on the small table, he dropped to his knees beside them and quickly licked his way up one of Helen's shapely thighs. Meanwhile, Kevin had moved his hand up and had unbuttoned the top three buttons on her blouse to free her firm breasts from her bra. Helen's nipples were hard and tingled under his calloused touch, her skin covered by a thin sheet of sweat that glistened in the dim lights. Helen felt the first tickle of an orgasm as Bill found her clit with his eager mouth and sucked the small nub hard between his teeth. Kevin pinched her nipple until she gasped, and that opened the flood gates and she erupted under their combined touch. The two men continued to tease her and torture her, making her cum until she was completely drained and limp as a rag doll. Finally Bill released her tender clit and allowed Helen to slip off Kevin's lap and the two men quickly stripped as she slipped out of the clothes she had left. Helen watched as Bill and Kevin kicked their jeans into the corner and turned to face her as she sat on the couch. Bill's cock was an impressive eight inches and his friend's was almost the same length, but it was much thicker and bigger around with a huge, mushroom shaped head. Helen quickly slipped off the couch and knelt on the floor, wiggling her ass in the air as she looked over one shoulder at her two eager companions. Nothing was said, the two men knew exactly what the tall sergeant wanted and Bill moved over to sit on the couch even as Kevin positioned himself behind her firm hips. Helen eagerly attacked the hard cock Bill thrust in her face as she felt Kevin's huge cock touch her tender pussy. Helen could feel the wetness running down her thighs from where she'd already came, but it barely helped when Kevin slipped his cock into her folds. Goddamn! But he was hung like a horse! She thought as he forced his entire cock into her quivery cunt, but it also felt so fucking wonderful and she couldn't help but push back against him, impaling herself completely in one long thrust. Helen moaned around Bill's cock, which was lodges firmly in her throat, when Kevin's balls slapped her clit. Helen continued to rock back and forth, controlling the tempo and speed of the two cocks fucking her from either end. When she felt Bill's cock grow harder in her mouth, she knew he was seconds from exploding and she quickly moved her head, slipping his throbbing cock from her mouth even as she eased forward off of Kevin's pounding rod. Pulling Bill off the couch and over her, guiding him into her pussy as her back hit the carpeted floor, Helen wrapped her legs over his hips and forced him deep inside her. Bill exploded in her tight pussy almost as soon as his balls touched her upturned ass cheeks, and he only managed a few strokes before he sighed and rolled off her. Helen could feel Bill's hot, sticky cum running from her pussy as Kevin quickly took his friend's place, and it was much easier to take his thick cock this time, although it still made Helen gasp when he first entered her. Hooking her legs over his arms and rolling her ass up off the floor, Kevin started to fuck her hard and fast. After a few strokes, he moaned loudly and added his cum to Bill's, filling her tender pussy to overflowing with their combined juices. The two men might have been satisfied, but Helen certainly wasn't. Easing from under Kevin's weight, she crawled over and nestled between Bill's legs, quickly capturing his half-hard cock. Holding him firmly with both her hands, Helen ducked her head and slipped him into her mouth. She loved how his cock tasted so much like his cum, but yet, she could still taste her own juices mixed with his. She continued to torture his cock with her hands and mouth, enjoying his every twitch and squirm, and when Kevin stirred, she made him sit on the couch beside his companion. Even when Helen switched to sucking Kevin's cock, she kept one hand wrapped firmly around Bill's shaft. Alternating her mouth with either of her hands, she soon had both men fully erect and was really getting into sucking so much hard, beautiful cock until suddenly there was a gasp from the just opened front door. "Wha...? Who's having a party without inviting me? After all, I do live here, for crying out loud!" "You gonna stand there bellyaching," said Helen as she slipped Bill's cock out of her mouth. "Or are you gonna get naked and get over here and get your cock sucked?" Not waiting for an answer, she leaned over and quickly took Kevin's cock into her eager mouth. Stroking his hard shaft in rhythm to the bobbing of her head, she soon had the young man moaning but she rapidly switched back to Bill before Kevin could cum. By now, Bill's roommate had joined them and Helen wasn't too surprised when she felt the head of his cock touch her thighs, so she spread her legs to allow him full access to her drenched folds. She sighed as he slowly slipped the head of his rock-hard cock into her pussy. He continued to shove his cock into her wet little pussy until she gave a sigh of relief when his balls finally slapped her clit. A sigh that soon turned to a moan when he started slowly fucking her, almost slipping every beautiful inch of that cock out of her pussy before he would change direction and thrust back against her. Helen felt Bill grab her hair and she knew he was almost ready to explode, so she allowed him to guide her head until he flooded her mouth with his salty-sweet cum. She swallowed every drop she managed to suck from his twitching cock, only releasing him when she was sure he was completely drained. Just as she was swallowing the last sticky drop of Bill's recent load, Kevin exploded all over her hand as she continued to pump his hard shaft. Helen slowly licked up all his cum from her fingers as well as his twitching shaft, torturing the head of his cock just to keep him jumping. Payback was a Medi-vac they always said and she was remembering how the two men had teased her earlier, so she took her time over Kevin's cock. Finally satisfied, she slipped out of the three men's grasp and turned to face the latest arrival. She didn't hesitate in pushing him back onto the carpet, grabbing his hard cock even as his broad shoulders hit the floor. Helen could taste her juices on his hard shaft, her juices mixed with the taste of the two men as well as the new flavor of Bobby's cock all together and she came as she forced him all the way down her throat. With a moan of pure passion, the tall sergeant rapidly jerked his cock from her throat until just the head stayed in her mouth as she started stroking his shaft as she sucked hard on the tip. It didn't take much of this to make the young man cum in her eager mouth and Helen came again when she felt his huge load hit the back of her throat. Helen swallowed as much as she could, but a few drops ran down his shaft and over her hand. She gripped the hard, jerking cock even tighter and drained every drop of cum from his aching balls before she sucked him all the way back down her throat. Helen finally took pity on the poor man when he begged her to stop and she sat back on her heels and looked at all three of her lovers with a contented smile. If they thought for a minute they were finished, she'd soon show them different. It wasn't even midnight yet and she didn't have to back at base until 0500, so she figured she had another two hours before she just had to call it a night. So, with a mischievous smile, Helen crawled over to Bill and slowly started kissing the tip of his half-hard cock as she teased his balls with her fingers. "There you have it, sir," said SFC Walters as she finished her story. "I didn't exactly fight them, sir. It's more like I fucked them and I guess I just did it too good, sir." The Inquiry into Harvest 137 -------------------------------------------------- There is no sex in this story, sorry about that. -------------------------------------------------- In a galaxy far, far... No, forget that. Actually it is the our own galaxy, the Milky Way, and in the not too distant future...relativity speaking . Location: Hearing Room 4, Parliament Building, Capital City, Designated home Planet of the Trisystem Consortium. Sergeant at Arms: "Attention, Attention, The Parliamentary committee on Security Affairs Inquiry into the Military Operation known as Harvest 137 is now in session; Lord Representative Tarnglay presiding. Those summoned to give testimony are reminded that they are bound to testify honestly and face charges of perjury and treason should they knowingly give false statements or withhold information. Lord Tarnglay: "Thank you Sergeant at Arms. Let the record show that the other members of this Board of Inquiry are Lord Representative Lockraw, Representative AAgar, Representative Joniw and Representative Fghar. Testifying will be Vice Marshal Miklak, Supreme Commander of Consortium Forces in operations Harvest 137. " "Vice Marshal I will remind you because this Board of Inquiry has no power to impose criminal or civil penalties you are not entitled to legal representation, however you should know that your testimony here as well as the recommendation of this board can weigh heavily in whatever action your military superiors may choose to take. You also may not make any statement not related directly to the questions of the board members. Lord Lockraw you may start the questioning" Lord Lockraw: "Thank you Lord Tarnglay. I would first like to thank the Vice Marshal for his years of service to the Consortium. Vice Marshal Miklak perhaps refresh our memories of the purpose of operation Harvest 137. Vice Marshal Miklak: "Yes sir, Harvest 137 was a standard colonization operation of a planet system for the purpose of accessing resources. Only one of the planets in the system had any sort of intelligent life with only D level civilization and technology. They were capable of only the crudest level of space flight confined to their own solar system for the most part." Lord Lockraw: "How many such operations had you participated and lead during your career." Vice Marshal Miklak: "I have participated in 6 such operations and have been privileged to command another 6. I might add that up until Harvest 137 they were all successful" Lord Lockraw: "Was there anything in the intelligence reports to indicate that harvest 137 would be more difficult than your other operations." Vice Marshal Miklak: "No sir. The intelligence reports indicated that besides their low level of technology they were a highly fragmented dysfunctional society with little global level cooperation." Representative Fghar: "Then what went wrong? At the cost of trillions in credits and equipment plus hundreds of thousands of casualties this operation ended in what can only be termed as a defeat no matter how you, the administration and the military council and its supporters try to frame it. We were not only forced to leave the planet but the whole system in exchange for our POWs." Vice Marshal Miklak: "While I disagree with the honorable representative's characterization of how the operation ended the problem was that our intelligence was incomplete on the planet and left out some important factors that had we known in advance we would have been better prepared." Lord Tarnglay: "I would like at this time to remind Representative Fghar and other members that the purpose of this inquiry is not to engage in political rhetoric. Board members are to confine their questions and statements to relative matters not to try and score political points " Representative AAgar: "If I may go next Lord Tarnglay; Vice Marshal what is it that was left out of the intelligence reports; are you blaming this on a intelligence failure?" Vice Marshal Miklak: "The intelligence report was incomplete. Because of the low level of their technology and the fragmentation of their societies we underestimate them." Representative Joniw: "Vice Marshal we spend a not inconsiderable amount of the taxpayer's earnings on intelligence gathering how did it go wrong." Vice Marshal Miklak: The intelligence was good as far as it went. In fact in terms of their technological level, economics and resources it was almost 100%. Where it fell short was cultural and societal. We just assumed that they would be over awed by our technological superiority and quickly surrender." Representative AAgar: "And that did not happen, why?" Vice Marshal Miklak: "Well a small portion did, also there is a "Peace at any price" contingent in almost every society but after we started our colonization effort we found they were in the minority. In fact we were surprised at the extent they would go to in fighting back. We never expected them to use their weapons of mass destruction on their own population centers that we had occupied, as they did on four occasions. " Representative Fghar: "How is it you were unable to defend against that? Our defense systems should have provided adequate protection or should have for what we spent on them" Vice Marshal Miklak: "Those systems worked as designed. Not a single enemy missile or manned aerial vehicle managed to penetrate our defenses systems. Instead we suspect that the nuclear devices they used we delivered by their special operations teams on foot or in civilian vehicles. They infiltrated into the large urban areas by mingling with local populace. Because of the large civilian populations we were unable to seal off these areas 100%. Across the board their skills as insurgents was stunning Lord Tarnglay: "Facing such fierce resistance why did you not change tactics?" Vice Marshal Miklak: "We did try. We attempted to switch from an open invasion to a liberation type campaign. We tried to exploit their cultural and societal divisions by trying to align with one group against another. That failed also because for most of them it was obvious we were not there as liberators and as much as they distrusted each other they hated us more. The groups we did manage to sway toward our side were too small in number to make a difference." Representative Lockraw: "In your opinion, what made this planet so different?" Vice Marshal Miklak: "In other operations the inhabitants were much less diverse we were able to develop a single cohesive strategy and apply the appropriate tactics. This planet's population is so diverse that we faced no single military doctrine and only a loosely unified command. They only cooperated with each other out of absolute necessity. The result was an unintentional but beneficial high degree of compartmentalization. The defeat of one group did not compromise any of the others to the same extent it would have had they been less diverse and more unified. Because of our lack of resources we could not launch offensives to take them all out at once. When we launched an offensive against one group the others were quick to seize the opportunity to move against us." Representative Fghar: "Why is it, Vice Marshal, that the security forces are always so quick to blame a lack of resources for their failure? I suggest that it was not a resource failure but a command failure. The forces at your disposal were in many ways more numerous that used in operations against similar opponents." Vice Marshal Miklak: "With respects Representative but the enemy faced was similar only in population size and technology but as already stated they are more widely diverse than any opponents we faced before. They used no single doctrine, some had no doctrine at all and other s felt no reason to follow their military doctrine so as make one wonder why they bothered creating one. Only a portion of the forces we faced followed a rigid doctrine and while we were more successful against they seem not to notice the hardship, it was as if they were used to it, resigned to the suffering." Representative Joniw: "So you faced a warrior culture" Vice Marshall Miklak: "Well.... yes and no, some warrior cultures did exist but they were never many of them. The whole planet is a contradiction. Their historical records show much praising of peace and deploring war and violence yet that same record shows they will go to war with each other over almost anything at the drop of a hat. Countries that had gone to war with each two are more times end up being strong allies, even friends but at the same time others maintain hostilities over issues that are centuries old, dividing along family, tribal and religious lines. We faced an enemy where segments of the population engaged in suicide attacks or even armed children in the fight against us. Their one quasi world governmental body engaged in what they called peace keeping operations with military force but never really established any peace. In reality they collectively embrace war they just do not want to admit it to themselves. One option would be destroying the planet but the GAX444 Accords prohibit planetary destruction unless the home planets face a similar threat." Lord Tarnglay: "It is time to wrap it up. Vice Marshal if you could sum up please what you think the biggest mistake was and how best we could avoid repeating it." Vice Marshall Miklak: "Yes sir, we failed to research this planets history more thoroughly. We relied too much on just knowing about their economic and technological levels. I think had we known more about their history, cultures and societies we probably would have decided to just leave them alone. But hind sight is 20-20." Lord Tarnglay: "Thank you Vice Marshall, I also want to thank my fellow board members for their time. We will reconvene tomorrow after to the morning parliamentary session to draft our finding and recommendations. This inquiry is adjourned." Vice Marshal Miklak exited the hearing room and found his Executive Commander, Commander Trkeik, waiting for him. Commander Trkeik: "So, how did it go?" Vice marshal Miklak:"Not as bad as I expected. Except for Fghar, the civil authorities, like the High Command, are trying to make this go away quietly. I would not expect a courts martial or even a disciplinary hearing." Commander Trkeik: Well we have already been punished haven't we? You have been reassigned to the Supreme Command's office in charge of protocol and ceremonies while I have been made commander of the scrap and salvage yard. Our careers are over and we are both being encouraged to quietly retire in a year. Vice Marshal Miklak: "I am afraid that even with our forced retirement this incident is not going to quietly disappear. I fear that years from now this whole thing is going to come back to bite us in the ass. By us I mean the whole Consortium. Commander Trkeik: "What do you mean? We sustained a lot of casualties but the Security Forces were not measureable weakened by the operation. We are still more than a match for any of our competitors. Commander Miklak: "Remember all those old archives we read about them and their attempts to contact life on other planets by broadcasting signals into space? There was a debate among them that maybe they were making a mistake in letting other life know where they were. Commander Trkeik: "Well they were right. That is what put them on our survey charts" Commander Miklak: "Actually the mistake was ours. We let them know we are out here. Think about it, a whole planet that really lives for war and holds a grudge forever. When we evacuated the system we left a lot of technology behind on top of what they captured from us. They are going to become a threat far faster than anybody thinks. " Commander Trkeik: "You are probably right but why don't we warn the Supreme Command or the Parliamentary council?" Vice Marshal Miklak: "Already tried. They refuse to accept that a Class D system would be a threat anytime soon. Plus you and I are the disgraced leaders of a failed military operation. Nobody is going to listen to us. However you can rest assured we will hear back from them sooner than later. When Earth comes they will not come in peace." The Inquisition All these days, Riya had nothing to worry about, it seemed. There was no news from her ex boyfriend and it was apparent that she and her lawyers had framed the charges against him rather well. The last that she heard about him was that he had been taken to the police lock up and that he had been released on bail, pending investigation. Everyone reassured her that she would not face any harassment, as her case was watertight. However, every once in a while she found herself thinking about Vishal and the good times that she had shared with him. She would begin to feel guilty, but then she drove those thoughts away. While she did so, she couldn't explain the thumping of her heart, or the constriction in her throat, and a small voice, which kept telling her of dark days ahead. Try as hard as she might, she couldn't dismiss those thoughts entirely and felt very helpless as she realised that she couldn't retract the steps that she had taken. The case could not be withdrawn and would go all the way. And now all of a sudden she had been called to the police station for interrogation. That did not feel right. Especially in this small, dingy room lit by a dim light where she sat across a table from the Investigating Officer and a stranger in civilian clothes at 7:30 p.m. "Madam, the case is not as strong as we thought it was. The accused and his lawyers are in a position to submit lot's of evidence to prove that you had a long-term relationship with him. You did not disclose this fact to us in your FIR and now it will go against you." As he said this, the light went out leaving the room in total darkness that was stifling. An unknown fear gripped Riya and her throat went dry, her heart was thumping so loud, that she was sure that the officers in the room could hear it. There was total silence in the room, though she was aware of the presence of the Investigating Officer and the silent stranger with the blue T-shirt. She tried to reassure herself that they were cops and that she was in a cop station where she was secure, but all her senses warned her of danger, she couldn't see anything, but she could smell it, she could feel it and she could taste fear in her mouth. In the pitch-black darkness that almost stopped her from breathing, Riya heard the sound of chairs being moved and then footsteps as they approached her, and came to a halt, somewhere behind her chair. She heard the voice of the IO, "Madam please remain seated and don't try to move. We will go look for candles." Instinctively she tensed for what was about to follow, but nothing happened excepting a deafening silence. As she gripped the armrests of the chair, she felt that her palms were wet, and that suddenly she knew that something unexpected was about to happen to her, something not entirely pleasant. It seemed like an eternity when she felt breathing very close to her ears, and before she could move; a pair of hands gripped her shoulders from either side and prevented her from leaving the chair. An unknown voice whispered into her ears, "Madam, please remember that you are in a police station where no one can harm you. Don't be afraid, we are here to help you, and you must co operate with us, otherwise this case will go against you. Please remember that you have to help the police with their investigations and keep them happy." This voice sent a chill down her spine as Riya began to realise the implications of this reassurance. 'Keep them happy....' At what cost? she wondered. She realised that her mouth was dry and she couldn't talk let alone scream when the fingers touched her and started to stroke her face and neck. The hands were still clamped on her shoulders and she realised that there was more than one person touching her. The hands reached the base of her neck and rose up to cup her cheeks, as she felt hot breath on her face. Suddenly a mouth clamped on her lips and a probing tongue tried to make it's way into her mouth. As the tongue forced it's way in and mated with hers, Riya was paralysed with fear. The hands were now touching the neckline of her blouse and feeling the swell of her soft breasts scooped up by her bra. The hand then started to move over the cups of her blouse as it gently felt her breasts through the garment. The other pair of hands on her shoulder was still there but now the grip was not so hard. She felt a hand dive into her blouse; the fingers worked themselves into her bra, hesitate for a moment; and then cupped her left breast. The hand held her entire breast and squeezed first gently and then a little harder. It found her nipple, which was held between two fingers and massaged to semi hardness. Riya's nipples were very sensitive and she felt a tremor run through her as the man withdrew his hand, fumbled, and then began unbuttoning her blouse. As all the buttons became undone, the man felt around and removed the ends of the blouse from her breasts and her bra straps were slid off her shoulders. All activity stopped for a moment; and Riya aware of her nudity even in the pitch black darkness, tried to lift her arms to cover her heaving chest. As if on cue, the vice like hands relinquished her shoulders and moved down to cup both her breasts and began to knead them softly. As she felt the callused hands rub against her nipples, they involuntarily began to stiffen. The man felt them and began to roll them between his fingers like marbles. This caused them to grow harder, till they were stiff and elongated. Riya was in a trance, and realised that her breathing had quickened. Her body was washed in sweat and the musky aroma of her perspiration and perfume filled the room. She tried to scream but no voice would come out. Suddenly her hair was held in a grip and a man started kissing her face and neck. He found her mouth and tried to kiss her lips but she turned her face away. The grip on her hair tightened and her face was forced back as his mouth came down hard on hers and his tongue forced her lips apart and moved into her mouth. As he sucked on her lips, his hands squeezed her breasts and pinched her hard nipples. The tongue traced a wet line from her mouth down her neck, to her breasts. It licked her breasts and flicked around her nipples, causing Riya to shudder. She shamelessly realised that she wanted her nipples to be sucked, that she was crying out for release. She also realised that there was a wet, clammy, familiar feeling between her thighs and that her pussy was beginning to get wet. It was as if the men could read her thoughts, as one began to suck up her breasts and pay attention to her aching nipples. As her nipples were sucked into his warm mouth, Riya gave a short gasp, which they heard. The man stepped up his attentions and began to suck her nipples in turn, while his hands freely roamed all over her breasts and stomach. So stimulating was his mouth that Riya did not hear the sound of a zipper being unzipped in the darkness. As she was lost in her sensations, she also did not realise that she was involuntarily squeezing her thighs together to provide some relief for her wet, swollen pussy. Riya felt a hand take her right arm and guide her palm onto something warm and throbbing. As she touched it, she instinctively knew that she was about to hold a dick. She tried to take her hand away, but he forced her to hold it and began moving her palm all over it. As it hardened, Riya felt the heat being generated and could also smell it. She realised that it was big and getting even bigger. It was also wet and every time she passed the head, it became even slimier. The chair was uncomfortable and Riya was half reclining on it. Her ass was almost off the seat and her head was propped painfully against the backrest. She felt her skirt being lifted upto her waist, and tried to resist. As she struggled with the man, she heard him say, "Madam Riya, we told you to co operate with us and that we will not hurt you. If you do not do as we say, we will not be responsible for our actions." To her horror she realised that it was the voice of the Investigating Officer! As she stopped struggling, he bared her thighs and spread them apart. She felt his hands stroking and rubbing her soft thighs and all the time moving closer and closer to her wet, throbbing, panty clad pussy. The dick in her hand was rock hard by now and the heat emanating from it scalded her palm. It smelt musky, and by now she was massaging the entire length of the wet phallus on her own. The owner of this phallus was stroking her hair and once in a while she would hear a stifled groan somewhere in the darkness. Suddenly, he removed her hand and she felt the glans rub against her cheek, glancing across her lips. As he forced her to turn her face, she realised that he was going to make her suck his cock. She tried to struggle, though in vain, as he held her hair tight and pulled it hard causing her to cry in agony. As she opened her mouth to scream, he shoved the monster into her mouth and held her head down. While this was happening, the I.O. had started stroking her pussy through her wet panties. His fingers traced the furrow of her lips and his thumb exerted pressure on her throbbing clit. Soon, he pushed the panties aside and Riya felt a finger slide into her pussy. As she adjusted to the length of hard meat in her mouth, the stranger clutched her hair and began to move her head to and fro, causing her to perform an involuntary blowjob on his dick. Riya felt hot breath on her pussy, as the IO pushed in a second finger into her pussy and began to lick and suck on her clit. Riya was on the verge of losing all control and she knew it. The IO was sitting between her legs and his hands had travelled underneath her body and were squeezing her ass cheeks as his mouth and fingers churned her helpless pussy into a vortex of desire. He stopped for a moment and completely removed her panties, peeling them down her legs. Then he sat down again and lifted her ass off the chair and made her stand up. Riya had to relinquish her mouth hold on the stranger's cock and a grunt of disapproval was heard. Then she heard them whispering something and a hand came and began to unbutton her long skirt. Her blouse was removed, her bra was unsnapped and pulled away from her. Her skirt fell at her feet in a heap. She became aware of her complete nudity even in the pitch darkness and lifted her hands to her breasts to cover them. She was gently pushed backwards in the darkness and as she moved she felt the edge of the table on her ass, and she was pushed onto it by the two men. By now Riya was their plaything and did not resist anything. Her body was on fire and her pussy was sloppy wet from the attention it had received from the IO. In her new position, Riya was much more comfortable as she lay on the table with her legs dangling over one edge and her head close to the opposite edge. As both men adjusted to this new position, Riya felt their hands wandering over her body, while they felt and groped to ascertain which part of her anatomy was where! Soon she felt her face being brushed by a cock, and fingers stroking her pussy once again. The cock that brushed against her lips was flaccid and she understood that the IO and the stranger had exchanged places. As she opened her mouth to suck the new member, she felt her thighs being parted and something hard and solid nudging her pussy lips wide open as it began to enter her depths. Riya realised that the monster cock that she had been sucking for so long was finally fucking her. The IO was slow as he stroked his way into her pussy; he would nudge it in a little bit at a time. As it traveled, it grew even bigger and stretched her pussy lips wide, till it hit something deep inside her that caused her to moan out loud. She gained some satisfaction at the realisation that she had been able to accommodate all of it and savoured the feeling as it throbbed inside her. The IO withdrew his cock all the way till only the head nestled between her lips and then without warning rammed it back all the way in one brutal thrust. Riya cried out loud as the glans tore her apart again, this time seeming even bigger. The stranger was fucking her mouth and his hands were mauling her tits. He bent down over her as he sucked her taut nipples and gently nipped them with his teeth. Riya had wrapped her legs around the IO's waist and was pulling his phallus in deeper, she felt a flood breaking deep inside her and knew that she was about to come. She grabbed the IO by his hair and pulled his face down as she kissed him hungrily sensing her approaching orgasm. The IO was surprised at her move and then felt her hips bucking as she came in a flood, mouthing, "Oh my God, Oh my God...." Repeatedly she shoved her hips upward to meet his strokes, as her own orgasm left her spent. The IO increased the tempo of his strokes and she felt the monster begin to twitch inside her. She knew that he was about to come and at the same time her orgasm was building up again. As he hammered away at her helpless pussy, each stroke shook Riya and made her suck on the stranger's cock even harder. With a mighty groan, the IO discharged inside her and Riya felt his hot come spurt and wash her pussy, igniting her fire once again. She raked his back with her nails and pulled in his hips to keep his cock inside her as long as possible. It had begun to grow limp, but the last few strokes managed to trigger of her second orgasm as Riya moaned in the darkness. The IO withdrew and so did the stranger from her mouth. He groped about in the darkness till he found her thighs and spread them even wider. He positioned his cock and rammed it into her pussy without much ado. He wasn't wasting any time as he pinned her hands to her sides and began a barrage of thrusts. While his cock wasn't as long as the previous one, it certainly was thicker and Riya felt her cunt being stretched. The violent tempo of his strokes took her by surprise, as he battered her pussy mercilessly. By now there was so much of juice inside her that every stroke was announced by a vulgar squishy sound emanating from her cunt. The stranger knew no finesse and was thoroughly intent on raping her. As he fucked her, he filled his hands with her tits that he proceeded to squeeze like rubber balls. Inspite of the pain that he was causing her, Riya felt herself responding and a steady stream of moans could be heard from her that reverberated in the dark room. "Fuck you bitch, you are one horny slut. God your pussy is so juicy, I could keep fucking it the whole day," the stranger grunted. Riya heard it and it fired her up. She surprised herself more than her tormentors by moaning, "Oh fuck me harder, please fuck me. Don't stop, fuck me, fuck me." She heard the IO somewhere in the dark, "Fuck this bitch is really hot, he was right!" She wondered who was 'HE'? Were they talking about her ex boyfriend? The one that she had tried to frame? She didn't have much time to reflect as her body began to shudder and she felt the volcano begin to erupt again. The stranger felt it too and she heard him say between gasps, "Fucking bitch is about to come again, can you believe it?" His strokes began to get deeper and slower and his pubes brushed her swollen clit and turned on Riya's tap yet again. "OOWOOO, Oh God that feels so good," she moaned as she lifted her hips off the table to meet his strokes. The stranger had reached his orgasm and withdrew his cock from her pussy, Riya tried to stop him, but he was out in a flash and she felt the hot come spatter on her tits as he rubbed the goo all over them. He forced it into her mouth and made her to suck off the remaining spunk from his glans. He moved away swiftly leaving Riya wanting more and at the same time feeling her aching pussy begin to contract to normalcy. As Riya lay spent in the darkness, trying to catch her breath, she heard them laughing. "She really is a whore as he said, do we need any more evidence?" the I.O. was saying. She didn't hear the reply; neither did she realise the implication of the remark, till she felt steel on her wrists in the inky black darkness. The sharp click of the handcuffs sounded deafening in the dead silence of the room. The Inquisitor She could hear the 'clok' of the guard's boot-heels on the stone floor as he approached her cell. With a squeal of metal, her cell door swung open and a hooded man entered carried large manacles. "It is time, Princess." He said as he clasped her hands in front and shackled them, leading her out into the corridor. As they climbed further and further from the dungeon, she could here raucous noises from the court chambers. Though she could make out no words, she could hear shouts and accusations. The hooded guard brought her to a halt before the massive doors. No sooner had they arrived, than the heavy doors swung open, and a hush fell upon the crowd inside. "Bring forth the prisoner!" boomed a voice from within. Her guard took her by the arm and led her into the center of the room, where she stood with all eyes upon her. She could feel their leers as she became aware that with the light streaming through the stained glass windows above, her gauzy robes were virtually transparent. They could see every curve of her flesh, her nipples, her breasts barely contained by her bodice, areolas almost showing over the scalloped bust, the sweet crescent between her thighs... and frightened as she was, her flesh betrayed her true desire and she began to feel the familiar warmth on her. In fact, as the silence hung and she remained still before the court's eyes, she felt herself growing wet. "Druid Princess... you have been found guilty of heresy and treason against Her Majesty." rang out the verdict from the herald. Her hopes of escape dashed as the Lord High Inquisitor stood from his place above the court. A breeze swept in through the arrowlets, catching his crimson robes, making him look larger and more powerful. The silence thundered in the great hall, as he descended the stairs and approached the prisoner. He stepped very near, and began to whisper to her. Though she held her head high, she trembled, awaiting her fate. "My dear, you have been found guilty. If I choose, I can have you led to the place of execution, and all will be finished. Is that what you wish?" he whispered. "No my lord!" she cried, with fear on her tongue, but defiance in her voice. "As I had hoped. I have another alternative. The axe need not claim you. You are strong and beautiful, and being an Inquisitor, it is my right to determine the circumstance of your torture and if I choose, your death... But I would not mar such beauty for all the world." said He. "You see my dear, I am somewhat a student of the sciences myself. And many of the devices we use in the dungeons to extract confessions sprang from my pen. But in secret, I have invented new devices, not for torture, but for pleasure!" With this last, he leaned very close, and she could smell hints of musk and jasmine and orange. Involuntarily, shudders rippled through her frame with the mention of the Inquisitor's machines. "Will you, my dear, consent to your punishment? Freely and without reserve? You must accept all commands I give you. You will obey. Do you accept? You know the consequences if you do not." With this he stepped away, leaving her to be gazed upon once again by the hungry eyes of the court. "I will, my lord. Whatever is my punishment, I will accept." she called after him. As he turned, instead of a shrinking groveler, his eyes met a proud princess, hair flowing, her wonderful breasts heaving 'neath her tight fitting bodice. He noticed a sly smile peeking from behind her tresses. With a flourish, he faced the court and proclaimed. "My Lords! She has accepted the will of this court, and she will be enfolded into our bosom once again." With that, he took her chains and began to lead her away. The court, still hungry for blood, began to rant and howl, but he silenced them with a hand, and led the princess through a small arched doorway, into the darkness. Down and down they climbed, round and round the stone staircase, deeper and deeper into the dungeons, until at last they came to a great iron door, bearing a massive iron lock. Her chains clinked against the stone floor as she and the Inquisitor stood before the opening. He turned to face her. "Inside this chamber, lie contrivances of my own design. They create such overwhelming pleasure, If I chose, I will bring you to climax again and again, or I can tease you until you are frenzied. Should you resist my machines, or deny me my pleasure... should you try to escape or inflict harm on me... you know the consequences, do you not?" "I will not try to escape. If you will leave my people alone, I will be your willing participant, though I fear your machines." "You may fear them at first, but when I unleash them upon you, waves of lust will wash over you. They may awaken deep desire in you. You will not hold it back. You will take all." And with that he led her into the chamber, and sealed the door behind them. Once inside, he loosed her bonds, and hung them on a hook near the door. Dark as it was, she could make out great machines in the blackness... Great wheels and bellows, and gears and clockwork; great shapes of metal and wood. "Remove your clothes, and prepare yourself." Said the Inquisitor, releasing a lever, as the wheels and gears began to move. Though she flamed with rage, her hands began to undress her, and as her breasts escaped their confinement, she began to feel warmth 'tween her legs once again. The thought of him watching her strangely aroused her, and as her hand ran across her body, her fingertips found her nipples hard and tender. He guided her to a soft couch, and bade her lie down, all the while whispering low commands, telling her she must get herself ready. "I know it is nearing the time of the High Moon among your people, as it is here. And during your festivals, you slake your incredible lust with all who would come... You will do the same for me. If you learn all I have to teach you, I may send you back to your people a proper high priestess." "Touch yourself." he commanded. "Make yourself wet. Use your fingers and your mouth on your nipples." And has he demanded, she raised her large nipple to her mouth and began to lick and suckle it. Harder, stronger she pulled her nipple into her mouth, and soon her other hand slid down to play between her legs. As her fingers became slick with her juices, they slid deeper and deeper into herself, as her mouth sucked and licked. She could see the Inquisitor growing harder and harder beneath his robes. Quite suddenly, her finger found purchase upon her secret spot, and a massive and entirely unexpected orgasm coursed through her body. "Good, very good!" he cried as her quivers subsided. "That will only be one of many, my dear. Come, let me show you some things." He guided her to a rack on a far wall. Lining the rack were several items of all sizes, most shaped like long metal rods with rounded ends. Some however, had been sculpted to exact replicas of huge phalluses. All were metal, some short, some long, some thick, some thin, and all of them shaped for but one purpose. At the other end of each device, was a large forked attachment. She touched one of the devices, and cast a questioning look at the Inquisitor. "Tuning forks." was the reply as he selected a large one, and struck its end on the table, producing a clear crisp tone, which rang loud before slowly, ever so slowly dying away. Her eyes became large as she discerned what the device would do, and a quick though crossed her mind of how it might feel, ringing like that while inside of her. He led her to a new machine, and bound her hand and feet to the restraints at the four winds. Soon, her legs and arms spread akimbo, her now very wet pussy lay open and glistening. As she lay there, she heard the Inquisitor selecting devices from the rack, striking each and listening to its clear vibrations. As the size of the devices increased, their note struck lower and lower. After he had sounded all of his selections, he slowly inserted them into some sort of machine between her now spread legs. With a turn of wheels, and a large puff from the bellows, the great machine came to life. From between her legs rose one of the cylindrical devices. Slowly, ever so slowly, she could see it begin to piston back and forth, and slowly gyrate, and all the while, a hidden hammer somewhere within the machine struck it's note again and again. Closer and closer it crept, and before it even touched her slippery crescent, she could feel its vibration. Then slowly, it began to slide into her, back and forth, plunging its vibrating harness deeper into her. She nearly came with its first insertion, but then it began to swell and thrum, and soon she was bucking against the vibrating machine cock, After a time, the device withdrew, a gear turned and a new device crept closer... its note lower, its thrum bigger. Into her it plunged, and again came the humming waves of pleasure as bigger and bigger cocks cycled through, as she began to moan as the biggest, a note she recognized as a very low A, finally slid into her pussy and began to fuck her with the huge device. As it drove in, she drove down upon it, swallowing its girth into her. Then a smaller device began to rise from under her, till she could feel its vibrations against her puckered ass. "No!" she cried, as its vibrating tip, slippery with her own juices, began to slide against her tight hole. As the big A continued to slide in and out of her, the smaller device ever so slowly began to enter her ass. She tried to hold tight, and keep it out, but soon she could not resist, and it slipped inside her tight ass. Almost at once, the vibrations increased, as she was fucked before and behind by the Inquisitor's machine. Soon, she could feel herself growing more and more excited, she could not contain it, as a massive orgasm rocked her, waves crashing upon her again, and again, as the machine fucked her hard. At last her release subsided, and the machine at last withdrew it's cocks and let go their restraints. For a time, she lay there panting, trying to catch her breath after two massive climaxes. The machine, which had fucked her so well, wound down and stopped, and she breathed a sign of relief. From the darkness, the Inquisitor told her that her punishment was not finished, but had merely just begun. A torch was lit and he led her to an adjoining chamber, furnished in luxurious fabrics and soft couches and pillows. "These will be your chambers during your punishment. Lining the walls are volumes of erotica that I saved from Savonarola's bonfire. While you are alone here, you will read and absorb these stories of lust. I will come to you often. Sometimes we will use my machines, perhaps my own cock will take its place, and you will show me what you have learned." "At certain times, you shall hear a large chime. At any time, the chime may sound. When it does, you will touch yourself as you did before. I may be watching, and I may not. But you will pleasure yourself at its sound, and soon you will come to yearn to hear it, if only to release yourself, after reading these forbidden texts." "On some occasions, you may pull this bell rope, and I will come and attend to your pleasure myself. I am always devising new machines, and I also know many positions with which to sate you. When your desire for my touches reaches a boiling point, you may ring for me, but only when you desire to be pleasured. Willingly, my dear. Your will, your desire for pleasure, is the key." "There are rules, however, dear princess. Rules you must follow, and if you do not, you will be punished. " "The first rule is that you must always be ready to give or receive pleasure. I must make this absolutely clear. If I so choose, I will pleasure you in front of the whole court." "The second is you shall raise your skirts any time you are ordered. If I order you to take the cocks of a company of soldiers, you shall do it without complaint or reserve. Do you understand?" "Yes, my Lord." She said with some hesitation. "Very good. You shall wet your lips with your tongue so that they always glisten, any time you are in my presence. Do you understand? Your mouth shall always be at the ready to receive my cock." "Yes, my Lord." she said. "The fourth and final rule is: You shall never deny me. This rule above all else. You will obey... Do you agree? The princess was silent for a long while, and then at last whispered, "Yes, my Lord." With that, he turned, and left her to her new chambers, and her new assignments. - - - (Much more story to follow, if well received.)