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Interrogation

By: ivorylace



WARNING: This story contains rape elements, if you are upset by them, don't read it!

This story is dedicated to all the yummy, great big Interrogators out there, may I someday find myself in Your interrogation room!

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Nervously, she looks around the small, locked room .... cinderblock walls painted a horrible green and furnished with only a scarred wooden table and two heavy wooden chairs. Behind her, the heavy metal door opens with a mighty creak and in strides a man, huge by anyone's standards, her Interrogator. She keeps her dark eyes lowered, knowing he'll see the fear in them if she looks at him. He asks her, in a soft but cold voice, 'You know why you're in here, now don't you want to tell me all about it and go the easy route?' Slowly, without looking up nor opening her mouth, she shakes her head, her long silky golden hair dancing side to side and curtains her face from view. Her heart leaps suddenly into overdrive as he grabs her by her thin silk slip dress, tossing her easily across the room and into the cement block wall. She hits heavily, her mind whirling in terror and confusion, but he gives her no time to react as he lands against her, his chest knocking the air from her lungs in a gusty groan. Painfully, he mashes her lush tits with his broad chest, holding her in place with his size, and leans down to whisper coldly into her face: 'Tell me, bitch .. or I'll hurt you..... bad.'

She groans almost as much from fear as from pain and whimpers, 'I ... I don't know anything .. please.. don't hurt me.' She whimpers as she sees the cold, evil smile quirk the corner of his mouth, tangled in her own thoughts she thinks how she would have wanted to kiss that mouth in another time and place ... then a blazing realization... he's enjoying this .. she won't be spared! He sees the realization in her eyes and laughs, a frightening sound, and backhands her, speaking softly in a cold voice .. 'no safe words in prison, slut. Tell me or I'll hurt you bad and I won't stop till I'm good and ready.' 

As if to emphasize his words, his big hand reaches into the bodice of her chemise tearing it from her as if it were a gossamer thin cobweb. Frightened dark forest green eyes widen and leap up to meet his, gasping as she tries to cover her nudity from the hulking Interrogator. He leans down, keeping her body pressed harshly against the cold cement brick of the walls, his lips come nearer and nearer, her body reacts as if in a dream, her lush red lips parting, begging a kiss. He laughs as he sees her reaction and veers off, sinking his teeth into the curve of her neck. Biting the tender flesh viscously, his own body reacts to her scent, the fear flowing from her in waves, the salty taste as he draws blood, and he pushes closer. But her only reaction is self preservation and she bites him back, sinking her own pearly teeth into his shoulder, unsuccessfully trying to hurt him thru the heavy material of his uniform. 

Gasping for air like a fish out of water, as he pulls back fixing her to the wall with a cold stare, his hand flashing out like lightning backhanding her across her lovely face. Her ears ring and knees go to jelly and she slowly slides down the wall, unaware of the rough scrapes to the silken flesh of her bare back. Brutally, he grabs her hair dragging her across the room and throwing her face down on the scarred table. Her bare ass and back are illuminated under the harsh light of the lamp... soft, white and so vulnerable. 

She pants wildly, desperately trying to clear her head and get her breath back, but freezes, her whole body tightening, as she hears the soft sound of a zipper coming down. Suddenly his big hands grab the cheeks of her ass, long strong fingers digging in to the soft skin and then the terrible burning as his cocks violates her cherry ass... tearing her open .. filling her with hard thick shaft and the pain that makes her writhe and scream!

She screams hoarsely as his cock pounds into her, his thighs smacking against her pale flesh, the feel of his balls as the slap harshly against her labia. Each time he pulls back, his big hands come down in an incredibly meaty slap, forcing her air out in a grunt even as he drives deep inside her again, wrenching another satisfying grunt. She sobs, tears of humiliation roll down her cheeks as she can't catch her breath and feels her body betraying her. Her cunt starts to ache with a familiar feel that matches the brutal thrusts, her belly tightens as she feels her pussy dripping. His cock moves with painful ease in and out of her ass. Her cunt clenches even as one of his hands slips down to toy with her clit and she hears his voice laughing coldly in her ear: 'You're cunt wants me, you expensive whore ...you like it rough don't you? This what you want? This why you're keeping it from me?' Each word punctuated by a stinging slap and another burning thrust deep into her ass.

She sobs, her long golden hair tangled about her face, feeling his other hand wrap into it... pulling her back .... his cock still buried harshly in her throbbing ass and his hot breath in her ear: 'tell me slut .. tell me what you know or you'll think this is a party... I'll bring all the rest of my buddies in.... they'll take you in turn... you'll be screaming your secrets and we won't stop whore .. tell me!'.

Sobbing out her secrets, hating herself for being so weak, so frightened of him... the big Interrogator. His cock starts to move again, still burning .. hurting, but a bit gentler as he begins to take his pleasure, working her. One hand toying with her now dripping cunt as the other tugs her back into a bowed position, laughing in her ear: '... you caved slut ... you gave all you have .. now I'll take more!'

He pummels her ass, using her hard, moving on her faster ... harder... till finally he groans with a harsh voice and floods her ass with his hot cum. All the while, his fingers toy with her clit. He pulls her up by her hair one final time, and grates out: '..cum whore... give it to me!' And she does... screaming and bucking under him ... her pain and humiliation making it the most intense orgasm she's ever had.

Shaken to her core, she sobs softly, her tears puddling onto the harsh scarred wood of the table as she hears the soft zip of his pants. He moves away from her, speaking with a voice filled with soft mocking laughter... "thanks slut...just what I needed! I'll be back again soon for more of your secrets." and the heavy metal door to the room shuts with a deep hollow boom.

Interrogation



She knew he was nervous. It was inevitable. Men always hated to be dragged into the station. It didn't help when it was a woman doing the dragging. Between the perps who gave her hell because she was a woman to the other cops who treated her like a little debutante, she was damn lucky if she got any respect at all. Today, she'd had a really lucky day, a regular better-buy-a-lottery-ticket- cause-you're-really-gonna-win kind of day. She'd been called into court early this morning. Her partner was supposed to be there but he'd come down with a really bad head cold and couldn't get out of bed. She'd taken her five-minute shower, pulled her hair back in a clip, threw on her black suit and headed to court. She'd been in such a rush to get dressed, she'd forgotten to put on her bra and hadn't worn a dress shirt underneath her suit jacket. Lucky for her, she didn't need to bend over much in court.

As she exited the court room after her testimony, her cell phone rang. She was needed at the station. For the last week, her and her partner had been trying to track down this man to ask a few questions. His esteemed neighbor down the block had gotten dragged in for selling drugs. The police just wanted to make sure they had everyone. Supposedly the guy they picked up this morning had been home the night of the major drop and they needed to find out if he heard anything. For the last week, he'd been out of town, in meetings or just plain unavailable. Out of desperation, the detectives had sent out a squad car and picked him up. Nope, he probably wasn't going to be too thrilled about this one.

Grabbing the file off her desk, she headed towards Interrogation Room 3 where Alex Smith was being held. Court hadn't gone well, so she wasn't exactly in the best of moods. Slamming open the door, she sat down at the table across from Mr. Smith. The first look across his face was shock and then, and this was the look she was used to, anger and defiance. A woman. Great! 

For his part, Mr. Smith started complaining about being dragged in, having his day disrupted, his reputation smudged. She didn't really care. After listening to him moan and groan for five minutes, she slammed the file down on the table.

"Shut the fuck up!"

He stopped mid-sentence, shocked.

"I don't give a damn how you feel, do you understand me. I'm going to get answers and you are going to give them to me. This isn't going to be good cop-bad cop. There's only me and I'm the bad cop. Nod your fucking head if you've got that?"

He nodded. She noticed something about him change. He was less defiant. Maybe this whole bad cop thing wasn't such a bad idea.

"Now, you're going to tell me what I want or things are going to get very bad for you. Where you home on July 1st, around 11:00 at night? Nod if you were."

He nodded again. Moving around the table to stand next to him, she leaned over, resting her hands on the table. Her suit jacket opened slightly and he had a good view of her naked breasts. Mr. Smith's eyes locked onto her nipples.

"Mr. Smith, did you hear anything unusual that night? Any strange noises you wouldn't normally hear?"

He didn't answer. His concentration was focused on the sight of her ripe nipples and her firm pale breasts. She looked down and saw what he was staring at. 

"Mr. Smith! You aren't here to look at my tits. You're hear to answer my fucking questions."

She grabbed his chin in her hand and rolled his head up to look at her. She saw his eyes get glassy and his tongue licked his lips. She looked down and noticed that he was beginning to get a tent in the groin of his pants. So this was turning him on. Well, she could make him very uncomfortable, if that was what he wanted.

"You think you are all that, don't you? You think you're some big shot who doesn't have to answer my questions? Well, asshole, you're wrong. I can make you do anything I want you to. Right now, you think you're getting something really good, like you're watching your own private tit show staring down my jacket. Guess what? You don't know shit."

The more she talked to him, yelling and swearing at him, the more turned on he was getting. She was beginning to get wet just thinking about the possibilities. Slamming one fist down on the table and using the other hand to push his chair back, she got his full attention focused back on her and what she was saying. The tent in his pants grew even more.

Sitting up on the table, she pulled her skirt up one side, revealing her leg and the garter holding her stockings up. With the tip of her pointed shoes, she rested her foot on the chair, right between his legs. He sat up straighter as the sharp point of her shoe nestled over his groin. She was getting hot.

"Did you see your neighbor at all that night? Did you see him or anyone else acting strange in the neighborhood? We know about your hobby, Mr. Smith. We know you like to bring home young college students and take their pictures. We've seen them, Mr. Smith, and you are one sick bastard. I can make all that disappear. I can make the notes we have disappear or I can make sure the newspapers get copies of the pictures. How do you want this to go, Mr. Smith?"

No answer. He seemed fixated by her. His eyes were staring at her bare leg, the slit of her skirt having fallen to the side. Slowly, she moved the tip of her shoe, rubbing against his groin gently.

"Mr. Smith, I don't seem to have your attention anymore...."

She pushed the tip of her pointed shoe into his groin and he jumped up in the chair. She had stuck his groin and he'd loved it.

"Ah, now I have your attention. Is that what it takes, Mr. Smith? Being mean to you? Causing you pain? Well I can do that, Mr. Smith."

Reaching behind her, she grabbed her hand cuffs and brought them around in front of her. His eyes locked onto the gleaming metal. Swinging them around on one finger, she held them up. 

"I think I know of a way to get your full attention."

Slipping off the table, she walked behind him and grabbed one arm. Pulling it back roughly, she grabbed the other arm and pulled it back. He cried out briefly as she pulled his shoulders back and cuffed his hands together tightly behind his back. The cuffs cut into his wrists, marking him. Standing and turning his chair, she pushed his legs apart with her knee. Standing between his legs, she could hear him pant. He was excited, his cock straining in his pants. 

"I'll tell you what we're going to do now, Alex. I'm going to ask a question, you're going to answer. If you don't answer, or you get smart with me, I'm going to have to punish you. Got it? Good."

Leaning back against the table, her hands braced behind her, she smiled.

"Did you hear your neighbor, Mr. Tompkins, on the night of July 1st?"

He mumbled a yes as his eyes never left her.

"Good boy."

She undid the first button on her jacket. His face flushed as he began to understand what the reward would be.

"Did you see your neighbor, Mr. Tompkins, on the night of July 1st?"

Again, he mumbled a yes. She undid the second button on her jacket. The top of her jacket sagged from the release, revealing even more of her chest.

"Did you talk to Mr. Tompkins that night?"

He hesitated and didn't answer.

"Tsk, tsk, Alex. I thought we were doing so well."

Pushing her foot against his groin, she ground the tip of her shoe into his hard cock. He cried out, his eyes tearing up. 

"Now look what you made me do, Alex. Now answer the question, did you talk to Mr. Tompkins that night?"

A mumbled yes fell from his lips.

"Good."

The last button was unhooked and her jacket fell open. Her breasts were out in the open, her jacket hanging to the sides. Her nipples were hard from the excitement and from the cool air in the small room. His eyes focused on her tits, her nipples the size of small erasers as they hardened. 

"What did you talk about, Alex?"

Again, he hesitated. His eyes were savoring the sight of her luscious tits. His mind couldn't think fast enough. He jumped as the sharp three-inch heel from her shoe grounded into his groin. He thought he might explode, he was so turned on.

"What did you talk about?"

"He said he was going to be out of town for the Fourth but some people were coming by to pick up some furniture he was having shipped. Could I keep a look out for them incase they needed anything."

Smiling, she slid her skirt up higher on her thighs. He could just barely see the bright white of her panties against her mound. 

"What else?"

"Nothing else, that was all we talked about."

Thinking and then smiling, she pulled her skirt up higher. Her panties were fully revealed. A damp wet spot covered the front. 

"Did you see anybody come by?"

He nodded his head. She stood in front of him, reaching up under her skirt and pulling her panties off. She held them in her hand and then pushed them in his face, letting him smell her scent. He moaned and pulled at the cuffs. She laughed. Sitting back up on the table, she spread her legs and let him see her bare pussy under her skirt. He licked his lips.

"Here's where this gets fun, Alex. You give me a description and I'll let you have a treat. How many were there?"

"Three."

Sliding her hand down between her legs, she spread her legs wide open. Her finger tip ran across her slit and she moaned gently. His eyes watched her finger stroke her wet pussy. He moaned as the tip of her finger disappeared inside her pussy lips. She worked her finger in and out, pushing between her lips. Slipping her finger out, she held it to his mouth.

"Suck it, taste it."

His lips closed around the tip of her finger and he sucked, tasting her juices. He sucked hard, pulling her finger deeper into his mouth, his tongue wrapping itself over her finger. Pulling her finger out, she smiled.

"Now, Alex, what did the first one look like?

Alex gave a good description, his eyes never leaving her wet pussy. As he described the man, she played with herself. Her fingers were stroking her, rubbing her clit. She moaned as he talked about how tall the man was, how he looked. She was so wet, her fingers were diving in and out with no resistance. When he finished describing the man, she scooted to the edge of the table and pulled his head towards her. Straining to lean forward with his arms still behind his back, he let her push him towards her. His nose pressed against her mound and his tongue snaked out across her.

"Lick me, Alex. Lick my fucking pussy."

His tongue licked up and down her wet slit. The tip pushed between her lips and then up and down just inside her. She moaned and pushed his face harder against her. With small quick strokes, his tongue licked her, driving her wild. She closed her eyes and moaned, pushing his head harder into her mound and using her other hand to massage her tit. 

"That's good, Alex... mmmm soooo good. Lick my fucking pussy. Lick it."

She cried out when she felt his lips close around her hard clit and suck it into his mouth. Her orgasm was incredible, shaking her body. Her breasts bounced as her body shook. Stroking the back of his head, she told him how good that had felt.

"Now, see Alex, when you tell me what I want, you get a reward."

She stayed sitting on the table, her legs spread, her pussy dripping. 

"Tell me about contestant number 2, Alex. What did he look like?

She could tell poor Alex was ready to explode. His cock was swelling up in his pants, pushing at the fabric holding it in. As Alex talked, describing the second man he saw that night, she leaned over and slowly unzipped his pants. She was careful not to touch him, not to run her fingers over his sensitive cock skin. His cock popped out, hard and erect, wet over the tip.

Alex moaned as he continued to tell his story. The cool air was sliding across his cock. He wanted her to take him in her mouth, to suck him clean. She wouldn't touch him. He knew that and it excited him more. He pulled at the cuffs, the metal cutting further into his wrists. When he was finished, he looked at her, expecting something but not sure what.

"Good Alex. Now we're getting somewhere. You've told me about man number 2 so now you get a reward."

She stood, slowly slipping her jacket off her shoulders and laying it on the table. Unzipping her skirt, she let it fall to the floor, picked it up and set it with her jacket. Naked, except for her garter, stockings and heels, she sat back on the table.


"You want me to touch you, Alex, don't you? You want me to take your hard cock in my hand and stroke it, jerk you off. Or do you want me to take it in my mouth and suck you until you spurt your cum in my mouth? I don't think so, Alex. Not yet."

She turned around, leaning across the table with her ass in his face. You was dripping wet, her pussy was shivering with anticipation and lust.

"Lick my ass. I want to feel your tongue on my asshole."

She pushed her ass back against his face. She moaned when she felt his tongue slowly lick her asshole. Laying her chest down against the table, she reached back with both hands and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Alex dove his tongue deeper inside her tight asshole, licking her rim and loving every second of it. His cock was straining, literally jumping to get at her but she was too far. Alex's tongue pressed against her and she moaned. 

"Slide your tongue over me... mmmm.... ohhhh yessss.... lick my fucking ass."

As Alex's tongue slid up and down her ass, moving from her pussy to her little hole, she reached around and slipped the tip of her finger inside her tight ass. Alex felt like he would explode right there and then. He watched as her finger slipped in and out of her ass, fucking her hole. He stopped licking and just watched.

"Who told you to stop!"

She jumped up and turned around. Alex's face went flush but his cock sprang ever higher to attention.

"I didn't tell you to stop licking me. You need to be punished."

Walking to the bookcase by the door, she grabbed a thin piece of plastic from the shelf. He's seen these before. They were used for cuffs when the police were working with large numbers of people, usually a riot or something like that. She walked back to him, her hand holding the thin plastic cord to her mouth. It was rigid but pliable. She ran her tongue across it, licking it. Standing in front of Alex, she smiled.

"You were a very bad boy."

She leaned over and very slowly wrapped the plastic cord around the tip of his cock, just under the head. The intense pressure caused his cock to spurt a small drop of cum from the tip. He moaned. With the cord tied around the tip of his cock, the pressure would build but he wouldn't cum. He moaned again. The tip of his cock felt like it was three hundred times bigger than it was.

"That's better. Now Alex, tell me about man number 3."

Sweat was forming on Alex's forehead. He talked rapidly, telling her whatever she wanted to hear. As he talked, her fingers played with her pussy and then with her nipples. She alternated between sliding her finger deep inside her tunnel and having it in her mouth. His cock was surging with life like never before. He couldn't remember ever feeling this way.

After he was finished, she stroked his cheek. Leaning forward, she pushed his head against her mound again and he licked furiously. His tongue was quick and hard. She moaned and bucked her hips against his face. Her orgasm was quick.

"Is there anything else you want to tell me, Alex? Anything else we haven't covered."

He looked up at her and then down at his raging cock. The tip was purple and dying to be released. He looked at her pussy, which she was stroking again with her fingers. 

"There's another big shipment on Tuesday,"

She smiled. 

"Really good boy, Alex. You deserve a special treat."

Slowly kneeling in front of him, her hands on his knees, she leaned forward. He cried out and nearly fell backwards as her tongue flicked across the head of his cock. Using a feather touch, she circled the head of his cock with her tongue. Then, taking the tip in her mouth, she sucked hard and slow. He moaned.

"Ohhhhh fuccckkkkkk! Suck me fucking cock! Suck it!!"

Her mouth was working faster and faster on the tip. Her tongue lapped at the length of him, licking his shaft. She tore the plastic cord off with her teeth, his cry of pain nearly causing her to orgasm. Standing and turning with her back to him, she straddled his legs. Slowly, she lowered her hot pussy onto his raging cock, opening herself wide. He moaned and bucked upwards, her pussy lowering onto his tool. 

Slowly, she moved her hips back and forth, dragging her ass across his lap. His cock was huge and filled her tight pussy. She massaged her tits as she fucked him, his cock drilling up into her. She reached down between them, stroking her pussy as his cock slipped in and out of her. She felt her orgasm rip through her, her pussy tighten around his cock. He moaned and thrust upwards. His cock erupted inside her. She fucked him harder and then sat up abruptly.

Leaning over, she took his still spewing cock in her mouth and sucked him. His cock was shaking, jerking his cum in her mouth. She sucked harder and faster on his tool. When at last he was done, she licked and kissed the tip. 

Standing, she took her skirt off the table and slowly zipped it back into place. Grabbing her jacket, she slid her arms back in and buttoned them up. Finally, she reached around, stuffed her discarded panties into his pants with his dick and zipped his pants back up. Slapping his face gently, she told him what a good witness he'd been.

"I can't wait to get you in court and work on your... testimony."

She opened the door and closed it behind her, leaving him still handcuffed and unable to move. Within ten minutes, another officer appeared and uncuffed him. 

"You must have been a real pain the ass, buddy. She never cuffs guys."

Alex smiled and left feeling that this trip to the police station had definitely been worth it. For her, she went looking for the next witness to interrogate. To hell with good cop-bad cop. She was the fucking cop.



Interrogation



The uniformed woman forced her face right up against that of the naked woman. The naked woman could not out-stare the uniformed woman and bowed her head before this onslaught. The naked woman was spread-eagled vertically; her feet not quite touching the floor. It was not a comfortable position at all. She had been minding her own business. On a lovely spring day, she had been on her way to get the shopping in. Suddenly she was engulfed by a crowd of people running away from the tear-gas that started to choke her. The next thing she knew was that two large government troops had seized her and bustled her into a van. She had fainted from the suddenness of it. When she came round she found herself in her present predicament.

The uniformed woman spoke. "My, aren't you a pretty one! I prefer the pretty ones. They seem to feel what is done to them more keenly". Dropping the philosophical reverie, she continued. "I am your interrogator. You have been assigned to me. You will tell me precisely what I want to know". 

"But I don't know anything..." interjected the naked woman. Irritated, the uniformed woman proceeded 

"For the moment you will listen. There will be plenty of time for you to talk. I advise you to use that time wisely. The reason that I have been chosen to interrogate you is because I'm good at it! I have not as yet failed to learn the very deepest, darkest secrets of my 'clients'. Do you know why I'm so good?" Not giving the naked women time to answer, the woman resumed. "The reason that I am good at my job is because I enjoy my work. The squeals of a tormented prisoner are like a sip of fine wine. Their begging is a joy to my heart. The wriggling of their bodies as they endure my tortures sets my heart fluttering. Whilst the look in the eyes of a fine strong young man as I slowly crush his testicles is gorgeous, far and away the pleasure of listening to the screams of a lovely young woman such as you is the ultimate pleasure."

The naked woman quaked at this horrifying litany. In an attempt to placate this clearly deranged woman, she again assayed "But I don't know anything... I'd tell you whatever you want to know, but I can't think of anything that would be of interest to the police." 

The uniformed woman's response frightened the naked woman even more. "Then my dear, I hope that you get pleasure from pain, for there will be plenty of it. I shall soak up your agony like I would the sun on a summer's day."

The naked woman heard a person enter the room behind her, but could not see who it was. The questions started "Who are the other members of your terrorist cell?" 

"I am not a terrorist! I don't know what you mean by a terrorist cell!" 

"Do you think we are stupid? You were caught instigating a riot! Don't take us for idiots." Turning to the person beyond the naked woman she spoke gently "Teach her a lesson". A scream was forced from the naked woman as the bull-whip landed across her back. She didn't know what it was, never having been so much as chastised as a child. She only knew that it was a pain the likes of which she'd never before experienced. The uniformed woman reiterated with the simple command "Again". 

The naked woman started to speak "No... Plea..." The 'please' turning into a fully-fledged howl of agony as the lash again struck her unprotected rear. 

The uniformed woman again came close and almost whispering, cajoled "Do you begin to see what we can do to you? This is only a gentle encouragement." 

The naked woman wondered just what a severe 'encouragement' could be like, whilst at the self-same time trying to think desperately of ways not to have to find out. What she didn't realise at the time was the almost imperceptible feeling of excitement in the tender flesh between her thighs. The irritation was as yet merely nascent. The flogging continued for an hour or so. The naked woman's squeals rang around the soundproofed room. She begged oh-so eloquently for the uniformed woman to stop: to cease even if just for a minute, a moment. It never occurred to her to make up some names. She had been brought up as a strict catholic in this South American republic. To lie was wrong, so it never so much as entered her mind. Eventually this particular form of torment stopped and she sighed with relief. She was rapidly disabused of any notion that her torments were over.

The crocodile clips bit cruelly into her nipples and the lower lips of her sex, but this wasn't the worst of it. Wires ran from the crocodile clips! The naked woman wasn't yet so far into her pain that she didn't realise what was about to happen. She again tried to reason with the uniformed woman, whose eyes had taken on a certain excitement. "Please officer, if I knew anything I would tell you." What she could and would not admit even to herself was that she too had felt her breathing increase and a slight dampness form between her legs. This time the uniformed officer herself turned the controlling dial and pressed the switch that made the naked woman dance like a puppet. Her muscles simply spasmed every time that the switch was thrown and wouldn't stop until the interrogator took her finger off the switch. "What were you doing on the street today?" barked the officer. 

"I was going shopping..." Before she had finished she had been cut off. 

"Liar!" and the current made her howl like a maddened dog as she jigged as much as her chains would allow. "Why didn't you run away with everyone else?" 

"I was uncertain. I didn't know what was going on." 

"Liar, you must be taught a lesson..." "Aaargh!" The questioning never stopped. Several times the same question was asked, or it was asked in a slightly different way so as to elicit a contradiction that could be sized upon by the uniformed woman. The interrogator was definitely enjoying her work today! Her panties under the severe skirt of her uniform were becoming distinctly damp. She was beginning to smell her own arousal. Oh this was why she had sought and won this job. It was so sublime drinking in the agony of her victims. She almost groaned at a particularly energetic wriggle and extra loud shriek from the prisoner. Indeed, as well as the smell of her own arousal, the air in the torture chamber was becoming distinctly musky as the torturer realised that there was also another aroma present. In curiosity she took her hand off the tormenting switch and rose from her chair. 

In relief and an almost pleasurable respite the sufferer hung limply in her chains. Approaching, the persecutor was startled to find a single drop of moisture had dribbled down the thigh of the woman hanging there. The fragrance of aroused womanhood was intoxicating. It was the same essential woman scent, but subtly changed by the other's body chemistry. Here was a woman as aroused as she herself was! This was astounding! She had tortured many women, but few had been turned on by the pain they were suffering. Feeling something very strange for her, sympathy welled up in the bosom of this erstwhile tyrant. Taking the face of the sagging woman in her hands she lifted it so that she could look at the expression on her face. Looking deep into the eyes of the dangling woman, a communication of sorts took place. Each understood the other perfectly. Letting her hand slide down the body of the helpless woman, she stayed her progress at the nipples of the limp woman. Caressing gently, she felt the flaccidity go out of the vulnerable woman. Continuing with her exploration, she felt the prisoner weekly trying to gyrate her hips as her fingers stroked the moist slit. At this point the interrogator should have withdrawn and passed the case to her superior to reassign, but her own arousal stopped her from even having that thought. Throughout the gentle probing that she was inflicting on the captive, her eyes never left those of the victim. She thought of the aptness of her jokey philosophy when she first met this lucky woman, that if there truly was no information to be had, she hoped the prisoner would enjoy her pain. Herein lay the jest! Here truly was one for whom the pain was no pain, but pleasure. A lucky woman indeed! Continuing to caress between the lower lips as she drowned in the eyes of the enduring woman, the torturer spoke softly "Shall we try something new?" 

Both understanding, the afflicted woman responded "Oh please".

The uniformed woman gave the naked one a drink of water. Both understood that this was not an act of kindness, nor would an act of kindness be wanted by the naked woman. It was simply to lubricate her larynx so that she could continue to yelp, bawl and scream satisfactorily. The interrogator started off again with the bastinado. Beating the soles of the victim's feet elicited the most pussy-wetting screeches yet. Indeed, by the time she'd finished, the feet were so swollen that walking would not be possible for a couple of days at least.

Throughout the course of the day the tormentor applied her whole gamut of misfortunes on the tormented woman, or at least those that her superior had not specifically embargoed. As the late afternoon approached, both women were in a lather of excitement, though the victim's wasn't so obvious being hidden in her wriggling and screaming. Ordering the guards to put the prisoner on her knees before the torturer, and fasten her wrist to her ankles, she produced a long stick that terminated in a "Y"shaped joint. Both the women were flushed and breathing heavily. The torturer was writhing in her chair, her hips moved as though she were being fucked, and there was nothing she could do to stop herself. The torturee too was bucking her hips as much as her bonds would allow her. The victim looked up straight into the eyes of the torturer. Words were unnecessary. The message was clear! "Please" was telegraphed through the eyes. The tormentor turned the dial at the handle of the stick up to full and thrust the cattle prod deeply into the slit of the kneeling woman. Both women screamed out loudly. Their screams were of passion, one of pure pleasure and the other of pure pleasure boosted by her pain. 

Both women were exhausted. The emotional roller-coaster had taken its toll on them both, but for the victim, the stress on her body of her punishment also needed its time to recuperate. As both came back to their senses, the officer ordered the guards to take the victim back to her cell. The torturer caught the eye of the victim. There was a sisterhood of a sort between them now. Not an equality, but an acknowledgement of where each stood in the pecking order. The interrogator realised that her conduct would be the butt of much joking in the guards' barracks, and that it would probably get back to her superior, but somehow she really didn't mind. If by political machinations she herself was denounced and found herself as the prisoner she hoped, and deep in her heart had reason to think that she too could have that special quality of enjoying her pain. In short, while she had had a wonderful day, she was totally jealous of the victim.

The uniformed woman stood before the desk to report on the days "work". "Truly captain, she knew nothing. She was as she said, on her way shopping when she got caught up in the riot. I tried everything with her! Short of maiming or killing her, and you prohibited that on the grounds that she was the daughter of an important party member, there was nothing else I could do to her".

The captain responded with sarcasm "And you didn't enjoy it at all, lieutenant?" Sensing that the gossip had already got back to the captain, she turned the irony back. "I wouldn't say that sir! You know I get pleasure from my work. It was an interesting case. Strange though it might seem, I do believe that the poor girl really did enjoy it!" 

"You really are a perverted bitch aren't you?" 

"Why thank you captain! I'll take that as a compliment. Doubtless it's why I'm so good at my job."

"Is there any reason why we have to keep her imprisoned?"

"No captain, I can't really think of any reason."

"Very well, keep her here for a few days until her wounds are healed and then release her. And remind her that talking about what happened to her would be a fatal mistake."

It was late afternoon, and summer was on the point of slipping into autumn. The lieutenant was off duty, enjoying a quiet glass of wine at a street café. Being out of uniform, no one knew what kind of work she did. Today had been a particularly difficult one. Her victim, a tough ex-military man, had been hard to break. It was only when she had felt his balls crushing under her boot that he had started to talk. It had been worth it. He had been a mine of useful information about rebel infiltration of the Military. She was not really thinking of much, just daydreaming. The woman approaching the café looked familiar but the lieutenant couldn't place her. She was dumbfounded when the woman came to her table and knelt before her. 

The woman spoke "I don't know what you've done to me, my Lady, but I can't eat or sleep since you tortured me. I need your cruelty. Please let me be your private prisoner; I beg it! Torture me some more if it pleases you!" 

Suddenly recognising the kneeling woman, the lieutenant's heart started to beat rapidly and her knickers started to dampen. "Here is a key, and here is the address. Go there and prepare a meal. It had better be superb or you will know about it!" The kneeling woman rose and left. The lieutenant was quite sure that no matter how wonderful the meal was, it would not be good enough!



Interrogation



"Here, eat this. We didn't have any Klingon cuisine in the database but I'm sure this will do."

He set the plate down on the floor in front of her and waited. She didn't move at all.

"Oh come now, you must be hungry; you haven't eaten in more then four days."

Still she remained motionless, huddled in the far corner of the Romulan holding cell.

"It's not poisoned you know. If you don't believe me..." He said, picking up a small food cube and placing it in his mouth. She stared intently as he ate the cube, looking for any sign of trickery.

"See, perfectly safe."

She couldn't resist any longer. Without warrior training the four days of deprivation had left her starving and willing to trust her Romulan captor.

He couldn't help but stare at her. The guards who originally captured her had striped her to ensure she was unarmed. For four days she had sat naked in a cold, barren, eight foot by eight foot cell with only a two foot by one inch slot in the door for the guards to make their occasional checks.

He watched with great enjoyment as she ate. She was much younger then him, he thought to himself. He was already 30 and she couldn't have been more then 20 if that. Her breasts were slightly smaller then average but appeared quite firm and he could tell from her muscle structure she was not a warrior.

"So," the Romulan man said as he scrolled through his data pad, "our sources say your name is DaKol and that you are a scientist on the research station in the Qur'on system. That's a long distance from Romulan space. What were you doing there."

"My navigation system broke. I didn't realize I was in Romulan space at the time." DaKol said, still stuffing food cubes into her mouth, fearing her intimidating captor may take them from her at any moment.

"Our engineers have picked apart your vessel and their report does confirm that your navigation system was nonfunctional. Still, that was a long way to be flying in the wrong direction. Are you sure you didn't sabotage it shortly before capture to give yourself an excuse?"

She didn't answer and continued to eat. Angered, the Romulan man kicked the plate away from her.

"You will answer when I speak to you!"

"I didn't do that. I didn't sabotage my own ship."

"I think you did."

"Oh and why should I care what you think?" DaKol asked, faking a sense of courage in her voice in an attempt to scare him off.

"Oh yes, we haven't been formally introduced. How impolite of me." He said in a sarcastic tone, "My name is Major Sumar of the Tal Shi'ar and you are my prisoner. Your fate is entirely in my hands."

"You won't get away with this. My people will come looking for me." She told him, her fear soaking through her false bravery.

"That they will, but we've already dealt with that. We disengaged your ships structural integrity grid and dropped it off at the edge of an asteroid field in Klingon Space. Your ship will be broken to pieces and finding that your navigation system was broken they will believe you drifted into it and were destroyed. That is, of course, unless you were sent to spy on us. I highly doubt that though. You don't seem capable of even the smallest degree of stealth or tact. Isn't that right?"

She stared silently at the Romulan Officers Boots, terrified by the fact that she had no hope of escape.

"I told you to speak when I ask you a question!" Sumar screamed as he put all his force into a slap to DaKol's face. The ring he wore on his finger left a large indent on her cheek of the Romulan Imperial symbol that he knew what bruise up quite badly later.

DaKol could barely keep from crying in front of Sumar. The moment he left the room and she heard the cell door seal she began to sob uncontrollably.

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Exactly 48 hours later Sumar returned to DaKol's cell. He knew no one else had entered the room since he left and no food had been delivered to her. Her hunger pains were so loud he swore he could hear them from out in the corridor.

When he entered the cell he saw DaKol sprawled out on the floor, her breathing very shallow and her mind clearly wondering. As soon as he entered the room though, her mind focused and she sat up, like a dog sensing that its owner had returned home to feed it.

"Oh my DaKol, you look famished. You must be starving."

For a moment Sumar stood motionless by the door holding the tray of food and water he brought just high enough that she couldn't see the food it contained. After a moment of teasing his captive, Sumar placed the food down in front of the starving Klingon. Unlike the previous visit, this time Sumar slid down next to DaKol.

DaKol's eyes lit up as soon as the tray was set down in front of her. With no water and only one meal in the past six day DaKol did not delay in ingesting the food and drink placed in front of her.

"Well, someone is a hungry little girl. I've never seen someone shovel food into their mouth as fast as you." Sumar said, running his hand through her hair slowly as one would pet a dog. Although he was confident upon entering the room he was more confident now that his first test had worked.

"Don't worry DaKol, there will be plenty of food today. I brought double rations. I trust you are enjoying them?" Sumar asked her, moving his hand from her hair down her shoulder and arm and onto her breasts. Her passivity proved the second test to be totally successful.

"You have beautiful firm breasts my young Klingon friend. Has anyone ever told you that before?" Sumar whispered into her ears. DaKol paused her eating just long enough to utter "no"

Sumar began to rub her nipples back and forth between his thumb and index finger. 

"Really, there is no handsome Klingon scientist who is missing you right now? Or maybe some strong warrior who misses his little station side scientist?"

This time she actually stopped eating.

"No there is no one special in my life. No mate, not even a love interest." She said as she began to cry.

"Why not? You can't tell me you couldn't get the men on your station to pay attention."

After a moment of crying DaKol calmed herself enough to speak again.

"I didn't have a very public job. My post was deep in the sub layers of the station. I very rarely saw my coworkers and with the station being so small I ended up being the odd girl out."

DaKol's crying now increased from a light whimper to full fledged balling.

"Oh calm down my little captive friend, there is no need to cry. If you didn't have anyone to love you back there then at least you won't miss anyone."

Sumar wasn't sure why he was trying to comfort her. It had been six days and he hadn't even tried yet to get any information from her and here he was trying and failing quite horribly in an attempt to comfort her. This momentary showing of compassion made Sumar begin to wonder if he was losing his edge.

He didn't wonder though why he had brought her Romulan Passion fruit as the days ration. It had been a few months since the last time he had been with a woman and no woman had seemed quite as attractive to him as DaKol did right then.

"There there now, I know what will make you feel better." Sumar whispered in DaKol's ear, "Have you ever been with a Romulan man before?"

DaKol turned to look Sumar in the eye.

"What? What do you mean?"

"Don't look so scared my little Klingon pet. I'm sure you've been very lonely all by yourself but all of that is going to change now."

After realizing what Sumar was saying DaKol lowered her head in shame. She didn't feel ashamed because of any sense of dishonor on the part of Sumar or because of what people at home or her parents and brothers would say. The shame that caused her great agony stemmed from the longing she felt for his advances. She knew she hadn't been so stricken with hunger as to have not noticed when he had began to fondle her. She had to extend great effort to restrain herself from releasing great sighs of longing as his hands had caressed her breasts and when he had whispered in her ear. Part of her felt a duty to her people not to give in to her captor's advances but another part of her was screaming at her, demanding she swear her allegiance and loyalty to him if only he would take her right then and there.

As the two sides battled inside her mind, Sumar began to run his fingers along the ridges on the top of her down turned head.

Sumar was about to speak when DaKol sprung at him. Out of training he reached for his disruptor and placed it firmly against her skull.

"Don't even think...."

Sumar was cut off by a sweet sensation. As he spoke he could feel DaKol ripping off his pants and within seconds could feel her alien lips wrapped around his cock. It was now he knew the passion fruit had worked.

He slid his hand gently through her hair until he found the perfect spot on the back of her hand and, after getting a good grip, began to push his hips up against her. He could feel her tongue moving about erratically as if she was unsure what to do next.

Once his cock had hardened to its full length, Sumar forcibly pulled DaKol off of himself and threw her forcefully backwards to the floor. For a moment a look of terror crossed her face which was quickly erased by a look of ecstasy when he shoved himself deep into her pussy. He placed his arms against her shoulders and forcibly pinned her down as her hips bucked upward with each of his thrusts. He was shocked when he felt her vaginal muscles contact and pulse and as he looked at her face he knew she was having an orgasm. He could feel her warm Klingon juices begin to flow around his stiff inserted cock and continued to pump as her body relaxed. He could tell by her panting that she was building up to another orgasm and he could begin to feel his body approaching orgasm.

It was then that he decided to use his position as captor to test to see if all of the stories about Klingon sexuality were true. Still pumping, Sumar bent his head down to DaKol's chest and placed her left nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue around it in tight little circles until it had become aroused. For a moment he debated if, with everything going so well, he should try what he was planning. After a few seconds of contemplation he bit down firmly on DaKol's erect nipple.

She screamed as her body began to orgasm again, this time forcing him to orgasm as well. He could feel another wave of Klingon juices flow around him as he shot glob after glob of his cum deep into her waiting pussy.

After a moment Sumar stood up and, after putting back on his pants, turn around and walked out of the holding cell. He turned his head as he walked out of the room so as to catch one last glance of DaKol lying on the floor, showing signs of pleasant exhaustion.

Sumar was half way back to the bridge when a young Romulan officer stopped him.

"Excuse me Major but I've completed the research you requested yesterday. I looked through all of the empires records but it would appear that Romulan passion fruit, while being quite potent to most Romulans and a few other species, has no effect on Klingons."

Sumar stopped and turned to face the young woman but was silent for a moment as he attempted to reconcile what he had just heard with his previous encounter.

"Have my prisoner dressed in standard Romulan civilian clothing and have her brought to my quarters. I believe I will interrogate her there from now on."



Interrogation



Strung up, naked, on what appeared to be a very crude St. Andrew's. I knew who they were, of course, and knew what they wanted. They had gotten me easily enough, so they knew me fairly well, but obviously not well enough. Not well enough to know I had a much more authentic one in the basement of my house, or that a friend and I had once joked that I would never be the "white picket fence" type, but a "white picket" St. Andrews Cross might be more my style. So, I had a feeling what might be in store for me, and wondered how long it would take them to figure out it wasn't going to work, and how much longer after that before they found my weakness, found what really WOULD work.

Not much else in the room, bare walls, a covered table, electrical cords snaking out from under a portion of the cover, plugged into an outlet on the wall, one of those gynecologist's examination chairs. That was it, no windows, two doors, I wondered where they led. I wasn't blindfolded or gagged, so they obviously didn't care if I saw them, or how much noise I made, maybe they liked the thought of listening to my screams, ha, they really didn't know me that well.

I heard them outside one of the doors, two of them, arguing, low voices, but arguing nonetheless. Not my worry, let the bad guys fight amongst themselves, I could not care less, the longer it took them to get to me, the more time my team had to find me, and I knew they would, eventually. Finally, one came into the room, tall, white blond, Aryan-type, young, must be a newbie, I thought to myself, they must be really underestimating me if they're sending in the second string first. 

"Comfortable?"

"Fuck You"

SMACK!!! The back of his right hand made contact with the side of my face. Now I don't mind being slapped, sometimes I really like it. This time, it started to piss me off, but I didn't react, just looked at him. Something in my eyes must have sparked him SMACK!!! left handed this time, oh look, he's ambidextrous. Split my lip a little with that one, too, so I spit the blood at him. Mistake? No, I was interested to see just how far he could go, before he'd have to back off, turn me over to someone with a little more authority. The spit obviously pissed him off, and he began to methodically slap me, backhand, forehand, five times, ten times, I stopped counting, that familiar tingling getting started, deep in my belly. He was definitely holding back something, he could very well have slapped me unconscious, but he stopped well before that became an issue.

"Now you'll tell me what I want to know, so we don't have to go any further than this"

"I'll tell you anything your little heart desires, sweetie...

"Good"

....except where to find the pictures you want so badly."

"Fine, we didn't expect it to be easy."

He walked over to the table, and pulled the cover off of it. Implements of torture (hehehehe) were laid out, waiting, the thin rattan canes, clamps of various sizes, the singletail, a big wooden paddle, and (be still my heart) a Folsom unit (electrical play at its finest) with some interesting looking attachments, including a stainless steel speculum that I had always wanted to try, these poor guys had no clue. Maybe I should try to look afraid.

He chose the canes first, two of them, and came back to stand in front of me. Maybe he was hoping I'd just buckle and tell him what he wanted to know, but I just hung there, waiting for him. The first strike of the cane is always the best, I think, brings everything into focus immediately, and everything after that is just icing, and he had two of them, one in each hand, and he was definitely ambidextrous. He started with the outsides of my legs, calves first, both hands, then using the canes together in one hand, I think he was hoping I would flinch, or cry out, or something, but I was strapped to the cross fairly well, and couldn't really move, and I really didn't want to cry out, or they would figure out really quickly that it was orgasms, not pain, not fear, that were making me react, and I was not quite ready to have that happen yet.

But holding it all in was apparently making some impact on him, as I was beginning to sweat, and I could not help but moan, a little, and I think my little reaction egged him on, he kicked up the caning, the insides of my thighs now, my pussy, around to my ass, my back and shoulders, dam, he had a way with the canes, that's for sure. I was barely keeping it together, managing to enjoy it, but being soooooooooo quiet about it, and all I really wanted to do was scream at him...Harder, hit me harder, make me cum.

"Enough?"

"Oh, is that all there is?" I'm not usually quite so bitchy, but he had stopped at a really bad time. I could feel the welts forming on my back, and could see the purple stripes on my arms and my tits, god, makes me feel special.

He walked back over to the table, and picked up the singletail, took a few preliminary swings with it, and came back toward me, smiling.

He stood far enough from me that that first strike with the singletail just bit a nipple. He was good with this, had obviously practiced, that excited me even more, there is nothing like a singletail in the hands of someone who knows what to do with it. He continued at that distance for a few strokes, just letting the whip bite me here, bite me there, not letting me feel the full impact of it yet, if he only knew how he was teasing me, but I tried to let a little fear show in my eyes, tried to make my moans sound scared and in pain, gee I hoped I was fooling him.

"Enough yet? You don't seem to like my little friend, you're struggling." He was right, I was struggling, only he didn't realize I was struggling to get closer to each blow, wanting, needing to feel the full impact of that whip, needing to feel it ripping into my flesh.

"So, enough? Ready to talk now?"

"No, fuck you."

Anger now, in his eyes, I was being obstinate, he was used to his subjects breaking by this time. And so it began, the full onslaught of his anger, raining down on me through that whip. Shouting at me..."Tell me, now, enough games, tell me." I could feel the bloodlines beginning, on my thighs, on my back, paper cut like, stinging, I couldn't stop the orgasms, coming fast and furious now, his fury taking them for moans, screams of pain, of terror, inciting him to whip me harder, he finally had to stop himself, perhaps afraid of inflicting too much damage. Again, he was obviously not the one in charge, and too much harm might cause him some problems with the one really in charge.

Panting, both of us breathless, me from the pleasure, him from his frustration that he couldn't break me, couldn't make me beg, couldn't make me tell him what he needed to know, what he had been sent there to find out.

The door opened, and I got a shock, and my first pangs of fear began to form. It was Him, why didn't I know He was involved? Dam, the one, the only one who would know just what it would take to end this, to make me talk. He knew me better than anyone had ever known me, knew all the good places He could take me, and knew the one bad place that I refused to go. He'd only taken me there once, and brought me back before it got too bad, but I had a feeling I'd be going there again, and He would not be nearly so nice about bringing me back. Made me wonder, though, if He was the one in charge, why all this other stuff? Why give me all this pleasure, He knew how much I was enjoying it, had to know, He'd done these and so many other things to me before. Then again, He is a sadist, and He had once told me He loved me.

"Has she told you anything?"

"No" Fury in his voice, frustration showing through at his inability.

"Fine, I'll take over now, you're dismissed."

Face to face with Him, I kept quiet, and He smiled.

"I imagine you're quite ready to get down. I know you've seen the electric utensils waiting for you, let's see if you can still take them, like the good old days."

He unstrapped me from the cross, and caught me as I almost fell, the circulation coming back into my limbs, and with it the after shocks of the caning and the whipping, the blood burning in my veins, making my head swim. He took me to the chair, strapped me down, and proceeded to hook me up to the machine. 

"Why?"

"Why did I let him do all this to you when I knew it wouldn't work?" He was very methodically placing the clamps on me, making sure to get them in all the right spots, the leads already attached, the pads all in place, taped down, the restraints holding me firmly in place.

"Yes, why?"

"Ego, very simply. He's always bragged about how easy it would be for him to break you, and I knew better, I wanted to see him brought down a notch or two. It worked quite well, don't you think?"

He should know ego, the bastard had an ego the size of a small country. All of this would only serve to make Him look better, once He had finished with me, and I knew He would finish me, if He had the time, He knew how, knew what it would take.

"So, You gave me all of this, all the pleasure You knew I would get from this, just to feed Your ego?"

He came up to my head, leaned over me, kissed me, smiled.

"Because I know what's going to happen when I'm done here, and I wanted you to have a little something to remember Me by."

He went back to the machine, and took the speculum in His hand, sliding it into me, cold, hard steel, the electricity was going to be inside and out, and I couldn't wait.

He turned to the controls, and began to set them, starting with a setting He knew I could easily take, every clamp, every pad, the speculum, humming with the current, my body coming alive with the power surging through me. But it wasn't enough, and He knew it, and was waiting for me to beg.

Straining against my bonds, as if somehow I could get closer to the power, refusing to give Him the pleasure of hearing the desire in my voice, hearing me plead for more. Dam Him.

"Turn it up" whispering

"What? I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you."

"Harder, turn it up." Whimpering, I hated it, hated the wanting Him so bad.

"I'm sorry, I still can't hear you."

"God Dammit, turn it up, harder.....please." Fuck, He did it, made me say please, the closest to actual begging I'd ever come, He had always been able to get me to that point, fucker.

He walked back up to my head, took my chin in His hand, looked at me so sweetly.

"You are going to have to beg this time, really beg, tell Me you want it, tell Me you want Me to give it to you. If you really want it, you are going to have to beg."

My brain tried, it really did. It said "No, fuck you, I am not going to beg you for anything, you do not own me, you do not control me anymore, you are an asshole, we have nothing between us, you cannot make me, I will not even ask nicely, fuck you NO!!"

It was my body that took over, straining against the bonds, the electricity bringing me so tantalizingly close to release, nerve endings screaming, if He would only turn it up, one more notch, just one more, that's all I needed, my body took over, and I begged.

"Please, please, let me cum, make me cum, give me that, please, just a little more, please, I'll do whatever You want, You know I will, I always have, I always will, please, just one more notch, a little more juice, please..." Disgusting display, tears even, and He knew that it was real, I had never, ever given in to Him like this before, and it made the asshole happy.

He went back to the machine, looked at me. "You're sure?"

"yes" pleading, little girl voice, I needed it, and He knew it.

He turned it up then, suddenly, two levels, higher than I'd ever taken before, shocking me, stunning me, the electricity coursing through me, flying on it, releasing me, god the pleasure, I closed my eyes, letting the waves roll over me, release, finally, beautiful flight, soaring, flying, orgasm after orgasm. 

I felt His hand in my hair, knew what He wanted, it had always been this way. I turned my head, and took Him in my mouth, His taste so familiar, He fit so perfectly in my mouth, I hated Him, hated Him for knowing me so fucking well. Both hands now, buried in my hair, taking His pleasure, fucking my throat, deep, I knew He could feel some of the electricity through the piercing in my tongue, knew that got Him off, that extra little bit of control, at that moment, I didn't care, I was flying, and nothing mattered, time was nothing, there was only the pain, and the pleasure.

Once He was done, He turned off the machine, and very casually ripped off all the things attached to my various body parts. I barely noticed, still floating. The restraints removed, He helped me off the chair, and my legs promptly betrayed me, and I sank to the floor. He looked down at me, shrugged His shoulders, took me by the hair, and dragged me to the door, not the one to leave, the other door, and that's when the fear set in, and I remembered why I was here, why He had brought me here, and I knew, knew what was on the other side of that door.

He opened the door, and inside, a cage, the size the pet stores sell for the big dogs. The inside of the door, and the inside of the closet, padded, sound proofed. Inside the cage, a bucket, and a bottle of water. He knelt down next to me, I knew He could see the fear, real fear, in my eyes, could probably smell it coming from me. Sensory deprivation was something we'd played with, but in general, and the one and only time He had locked me in the closet, punishing me for something, it hadn't been for long, but it had been long enough, and He knew then that it was not a good thing, and He'd never done it again.

"You know, all it takes is for you to tell me where to find the pictures, and we'll go get them, and you and I go away together, you know you still belong to Me.."

"I won't, You know that, and I'm not afraid of Your cage anymore" big words, and inside I was shaking.

He just looked at me, like He was sorry to do what He was about to do, but I knew better, He had a raging hard-on just thinking about this, always the bastard. He took me by the hair, and shoved me into the cage in the closet, locked the cage door.

"One last chance."

"Fuck you."

And the door closed, and the key turned in the lock. 

I had been learning to meditate, thought it would help me, and it did, to begin with, deep breathing, centering myself, I was ok, until the thoughts started, the not knowing what else might be in the closet with me, would anybody come get me? did anybody even know where I was? Time stopped, or flew, I had no idea, there was no time, it had ceased to exist, I only knew fear, fear of the unknown, fear of abandonment, fear of everything, too afraid to breathe, too afraid to concentrate, ready for it to be over, ready to tell Him, ready to be His again, fuck Him, He was breaking me this way, I couldn't let it happen, but the fear was overwhelming, and underneath it all, that little thrill, that sick little bit of excitement, this was not a good place, and I needed out, needed out now. Seconds, minutes, hours, I had no idea, it could have been days. No sound, the darkness more complete than anything I'd ever been in, blackness, the padded walls absorbing even the sound of my breathing. I was convinced I would never be found, that life was going on around me, and no one would ever come for me. Dam Him, fuck Him for this, I hated Him, would never forgive Him, needed Him to come for me, I would tell Him whatever, go with Him wherever, so long as He would get me out of this cage.

Broken now, in tears, I waited, helpless, He had to come, He had to save me, He was my only hope, I knew He would come for me.

The door opened. I don't know how long I had lain there, crying, hopeless, but finally someone had come, and I didn't have to be afraid anymore. It wasn't Him, they assured me He was gone, they had taken care of Him, and He wouldn't, couldn't do this to me anymore.

It took a while, but the nightmares finally stopped, and I'm whole again, and ready to work. 



Interrogation



The rope slid around a thin, pale wrist, pinioning it resolutely against the metal rails running along the headboard. Her arms thus secured, she allowed her body to go slack, her chin resting upon her upper chest, long black hair covering her face like a ghastly veil. She squirmed for a moment, testing her bonds and finding them secure, with no opportunity to wriggle free from them, regardless what efforts she made in the coming hours. The bed itself was stripped of the gentle enveloping comfort of blankets and was instead covered with a taut plastic sheet, and her bare back and buttocks were becoming uncomfortably sweaty against it. Next to her were an array of instruments, which any observer could gather the purposes of, though hardly have an understanding of the exact application. 

She felt a slight pressure at her navel and climbing up her body as the dull side of a knife pressed up her sternum, hiked through the valley betwixt her pearly, glistening breasts, and turning to a point just as it reached her neck. The breath caught in her throat at the contact. Another hand seized her dangling hair and, yanking the hair up and back, forced her face up and her mouth painfully against his. As he grated his teeth against hers, she tried desperately to bite at any bit of flesh she could get from him, and as he pulled away, she could not tell if it was her blood or his that remained around his mouth like poorly applied lipstick. Wiping it off, the back of his hand suddenly flashed across her face.

"You WILL answer the question. You will find me to be a man or resolution, and I am willing to go to whatever lengths necessary to get the information I require. This can end any time you want, as soon as you are willing to comply. As long as you fight me, as long as you don't submit, it will continue. But the moment you say 'enough,' and proceed to answer my questions, it will all be over. Do you understand?" He said, looking down at her coldly. With all the force she could muster, she spat at him, hitting him at the base of his collarbone. He backhanded her again. "So be it," he said, blindfolding her.

The blade made its return journey, this time leaving a neat line of scarlet beads in its wake. The sight of the dramatic contrast of deep red on her shiny pale skin made him bend to lick the line. Using what slack she had, she convulsed against him, using the point of her hips to try to clip his jaw. He saw it coming, though, and not only held her body back, but reached up and took her by the throat to hold her still. Sitting up, he did not relinquish his hold upon her neck. The bed shook slightly as he pulled a bottle from the array of items beside the two, and he poured small quantities of hydrogen peroxide over her fresh cut, watching the liquid come in contact with the blood and sizzle. Though she writhed a bit from the sting, a slight increase in the pressure around her neck was sufficient to end the spasms. His body shifted as he returned the bottle.

The click of a cigarette lighter made her realize he had picked up some other instrument when he laid down the bottle. After a full minute of intense anticipation, she felt the warmth in her armpit of an intense heat held mere inches away from her delicate skin. It was almost a relief when the metal finally made contact, searing her flesh for just a moment, and she hissed an intake of breath through clenched teeth. The heat then moved to her nose, as the tool was wafted beneath her nostrils, filling her nose with the smell of her own cooked flesh. She heard the clinking sound of ice on glass and felt cold, soft lips against the burn, making a shiver move down her spine and her back arch.

"I see stinging pain won't do the trick... but there are other means at my disposal," he sneered, and she felt his weight shift again as he reached to the collection next the her. Her back was lifted up despite her struggling and a cool, curved metal sheet was under her when she dropped back down. She recoiled for a moment from its startling cold on her hot, sweaty back before settling back down on top of it. The sensation felt like a breeze carried from her shoulderblades to her arms and legs, and the elation made her lose her attention to the man securing another metal plate on her front side, until the same cool intensity gripped her front and the sensitive skin of her breasts. Leather straps connected the two pieces, and she could feel their rough edges against her side, and the metal rod on either side to which they were attached. He waited until she became accustomed to the metal and slowly began to twist the rods, the leather straps becoming taut and pulling the metal plates together. The first discomfort was a strong pressure against the meat of her breasts, pressing them in like an unyielding corset. With a sound of creaking stretched leather, the metal vise pressed into her, forcing the breath from her lungs and grating against her bones. She felt at any moment that her ribs would crack in, piercing organ and meat as the vise pressed further. Her face was crimson and her tongue squeezed out of her mouth, sweat pouring over her cheeks and down the line of her neck. The rough edge of a wet tongue slid along her jaw bone up to a point just below her ear. He released the rods and she gasped in large draughts of air, demonstrating to her lungs they were still capable.

"Is that enough? Are you ready to talk?" he asked, gripping her beneath her jaw, allowing only small squeaking breaths. She replied by showing a neat lines of clenched teeth in an enormous, pain-ridden grin. "As you wish. But the next session is beyond what you can take. I am confident in my abilities..." he trailed and pulled on a rope, pulling her leg up and twisting her body, her spine wrenched to the side and the hamstrings of her raised leg pulled tight and twitching. 

From that position, buttocks raised off the bed and body held up by shoulders on the bed and an ankle from the ceiling, he entered her. She wriggled and twisted, each new movement bringing new pain, her head thrown back, breathing in short gasps. The toes of her raised foot curled and uncurled, her body swaying and shaking with the rhythm of his movements. Finally, when she'd reached the edge of her endurance she screamed, "ENOUGH!" His motion did not stop or even slow, but he responded to her.

"You're ready to talk? You're ready to answer my question?" he asked.

"YESS!  THIS is what I dream about! THIS is my fantasy!" she cried as her whole body clenched and shook, her brain filling with sweet, euphoric endorphins. In time with her scream, his back arched and he finished inside her, hands gripping her buttocks and leaving ten neat bruises with a tiny spot of blood at the edge of each. He collapsed over her, careful not to put the weight of his body on her already strained tendons, and released the rope holding her leg up. 

After untying her completely, he lifted her from the bed and carried her gently to a warm bath.  She hissed slightly as the water hit her tender bruises, cuts, and burns. She looked up at him and smiled while he carefully washed her wounds with a soft rag.

"GOD, I'm hungry... You HAD to wave that thing under my nose? For a whole thirty seconds, all I could think about was my empty stomach, and how good barbecue pork sounded. Do we have anything to eat in this place?" she asked. He laughed and left the room, returning with a ham sandwich. She ate greedily, not caring that the bread was getting soggy from her wet fingers, as he cleaned her off.

Later on, back in the bedroom, he stood in the middle of the room at military ease, his hands crossed behind his naked buttocks, while she stood next to him, her breasts pressed against his shoulder while she played with his wrists. "It's a good thing we have this hotel room for the whole week, and we don't have to go anywhere..." he said, eyeing the cuts, burns, and prominent finger-shaped bruises around her neck and shoulders.

"Yeah...." she responded, yanking on a rope that pulled his wrists back and up, doubling him over with his hands held high behind him. His toes worked to gain purchase against the floor to take the strain from his newly stretched shoulderblades. "This could take a while..."



Interrogation



[This is fiction. There is pain and pleasure. If you are reading in this category I assume you want to read about someone who is robbed of their freedom and used. If you are offended by how she is used, please remember this is fiction. No actual people or animals were harmed in the creation of this story.]

*

She was brought in by the military police. They found her hiding in a warehouse on the base. She looked to be about twenty and in terrible condition. She had been dirty for so long that the dirt was ground into her skin. She smelled like very old sweat, bad food and almost like something died on her. In the green military clothes she looked like a kid wearing filthy clothes that were way to big for her. She was short for an adult, maybe five feet tall. 

She fought the police all the way in. They ended up using ty-wraps to bind her feet and hands together. They bound her hands behind her and to her belt. Her feet they just bound together. That didn't stop her from trying to kick anyone who got within range.

Three officers carried her in. One holding the ty-wrap for her feet and one each holding her upper arms. When she was in a cell they dropped her on the floor and quickly got away from her.

My job was to interrogate her, find out who she was, why she was in the warehouse and what her intentions were. I would be left alone with her for five days. What I did was up to me. The higher ups only wanted results.

After half an hour lying on the cold concrete floor she stopped struggling to get loose. She had looked at me many times over the half an hour but had not spoken. I needed to wait for her to speak first. If I picked the wrong dialect she would never speak to me.

I showed her the cutters that could free her from the plastic ty-wraps. I cut a ty-wrap to show her what they were for. She watched and waited for almost five minutes before she moved. When she moved she scooted on the floor until her back and hands were against the bars right in front of me.

I am cautious. I moved out of her arms reach and then leaned in and cut the ty-wrap at her wrists. She surprised me by not moving for a few seconds. She moved, when she moved, slowly turning until the ty-wrap holding her feet was next to the bars.

Using hand and body signals I convinced her to lie on her back with her hands as far from me as possible. Then I quickly cut the ty-wrap and backed away. She didn't make a move. She was free of the ty-wraps and had freedom of movement, but she didn't move.

Long seconds past and finally she moved. Her head turned and she looked at me.

"Thank you." She said. The dialect was of the mountains, easily two hundred kilometers from where she was found.

I answered in her dialect, "You are most welcome." I kept my voice soft, gentle and just above a whisper.

She sat up, never losing eye contact.

"Food?"

"And water." I stood slowly and went to the small kitchen that was part of the larger room where her cell was located. I heated the stew I had been eating earlier and put it in a bowl. I put a metal cup on a tray next to the bowl of stew and filled the cup with water. 

"Back against the wall or I cannot give you the food." I said.

She didn't stand but she did move to the back wall of her cell. 

"You may eat and drink all of this. I recommend you eat slowly. If you haven't eaten in a while, eating fast will make you sick. Do not leave the wall until I am sitting in my chair. Do you understand?"

"Yes. Please hurry. I'm hungry."

I slid the tray under the bars of the cell and sat back in my chair. She pounced on the food and took two quick bites. She chewed both bites and chewed them a long time. Every minute or so she sipped the water. She moved the tray away from the bars and rested. It took her almost an hour to eat the small bowl of stew. She had not finished the cup of water.

"I am tired. May I sleep?"

"Yes. I will dim the lights." I did. I moved my chair to my computer and began doing some things that could occupy my time. I turned on the video and motion detection system so I would get a beep in my earphones if she moved. One quarter of my monitor screen was a video of her, sleeping on the floor.

She slept two hours and ten minutes. When she woke she said, "Excuse me. May I have more food?"

"Slide the tray under the bars and back up. I will give you more."

She ate just as carefully with the second bowl and this time she drank the whole cup of water. When she was done she pushed the tray back to my side of the bars. Two minutes later she was asleep again.

Three hours and thirty minutes later she spoke again.

"What will you do with me?"

"Whatever I wish."

"What do you wish?"

"I have not decided. I have decided that you are filthy and stink. I will give you clean clothes to wear if you will wash first."

"In front of you?"

"Your life is in front of me. When you sleep, I watch. When you use the toilet in the corner I will watch. When you eat, I watch. One price of being caught is a loss of privacy."

"Will you rape me today?"

"Probably not. It will take two days and four showers to get the stink off you. I make no promises about then or even now."

She stood and started unbuttoning the jacket she had on. I watched. The officers told me they had checked her completely before they dumped her on the floor. I rolled my chair behind the protective screen. I could still watch her but, even if she had a weapon, she could not harm me.

She took off everything. I cannot tell you what color the garments closest to her skin were. Or even guess when the last time was they had been exposed. With my foot I slid a trash barrel to the bars and told her to put the clothes in it. She did.

What stood before me in the cell was a waif. Five feet tall, maybe eighty pounds, short, short hair on her head. No hair anywhere else that I could see. Breasts smaller than the cones we used to get sno-cones in. Back at home she would need to pad an "A" cup bra. Her ribs were visible, her hip bones, collarbones and knees stuck out because she was so thin.

I got a small tube of soap and a wash cloth from my supply and put them on the floor by the bars.

"What is it?" she asked.

"When the cloth is wet squeeze some soap onto the cloth and wash yourself."

I turned on a hose and adjusted the water temperature until the water was nice and warm. I directed the stream not on her but near her. She stepped into it and said, "Warm!"

It took her twenty minutes to wash her tiny body. Layer after layer of filth came off. She washed her hair twice. After the second time I saw she was blond. The tube of soap was empty when she was done.

She gave back the tube and the cloth. I gave her a towel to dry with. When she was dry she wrapped in the towel.

"You can keep the towel or we can trade for some clothes."

"Clothes."

I found some sweat pants I thought wouldn't be too big and a t-shirt that came to her knees. She put them on and then returned the towel.

"What do you wish, now?" She asked.

"I love stories. I wish you to tell me your story."

"So you can use what I tell you to kill my family?"

"No. So I can figure out how to best end the conflict. Killing isn't good for either side, any side."

"I don't want to tell you anything."

"Ok. You have four days to change your mind. At the end of your fifth day here my higher-ups will call me. If I have nothing to tell them they will say, "Terminate her." I will have to do it. Hours later they will bring me another person to talk to. You will only be a memory."

I rolled my chair to the computer and started hitting keys. My sensor array showed me her pulse rate, blood pressure and internal stress levels. She believed what I said.

She curled up on the floor and slept. When she woke up she said, "I am hungry. May I eat?"

I made some more stew and added some fresh vegetables to it. She ate the whole bowl and drank the cup of water. An hour later she sat on the toilet and released a little. 

I waited ten hours and then told her to get up and disrobe again. She was having another shower. She said she didn't want another shower.

"You will be wet, in the clothes or out of the clothes. If you give me the clothes I will wash them, dry them and give them back. If you will not then you can wear them wet."

She took off the clothes and pushed them between the bars. I wore gloves when I picked them up and put them in the washer-dryer. I gave her soap and a cloth. She washed just as thoroughly as she did the first time. When she was done her skin had turned a healthier pink that the gray it was after the first shower.

"Walk over her to the bars," I said as I shut off the water. She did.

"Closer." She moved closer and when she was very close I reached through the bars and suddenly grabbed her throat. Her eye widened and fear gripped her. Her hands started up to grab mine.

"If you touch my hands you will die, right here, right now. Stop struggling."

She stopped moving. Her eyes still showed fear but she stood still. From behind me I retrieved a belt and ran it around her neck and the two bars closest to her neck. I pulled her up tight to the bars and let go of her with my hands.

"I get bonuses when I get what I want before my deadlines. I don't want to wait the full five days. I am going to give you incentives to cooperate. You will both love and hate the incentives. Are you willing to talk now?"

"No."

I knelt and spread her feet as wide as the hold on her neck would allow. Then I ty-wrapped the foot to the bar. I repeated with the other foot. I opened a drawer and found a vibrator. I turned it on and touched it to her bare pussy. She jumped away, but only half an inch away. I touched her again and again, holding the vibrating pressure for a few seconds and then pulling away. Her body betrayed her. Her body wanted the orgasm. I brought her to the brink and then withdrew so many times I lost count. She screamed her frustration. She pulled at her restraints and screamed. 

I stopped. I cut the tys and released the collar. She sat on the floor and thrust her hands into her pussy. If I wouldn't give her release then she would give it to herself! Just as she got her release I turned on the water and sprayed her pussy with cold water.

She screamed, shook and passed out.

I shut off the water and brought her back to the bars. Her thin legs fit between the bars and I pressed her torso against the bars. I belted her belly to the bars and went back outside the cell. She would talk to me.

Her tiny breasts stuck between the bars. The nipples were big, given the smallness of the breasts. I cleaned off the piece of stainless wire I had found and I sat in front of her. I reapplied the belt around the bars and her neck. Even if she came to she was helpless. Her hands were ty-wrapped behind her. Her waist and neck were tied to the bars.

I held her right breast in my right hand and the length of wire in my left. Stainless wire is not limp. The twenty inch piece I held was straight. I put the end against her nipple, right at the base of the nipple and I pushed.

Her eyes flew open and she screamed. My right hand took the end of the wire that had just penetrated her nipple base and pulled it along to her left breast.

"No, please don't! It hurts so bad! Please!" 

My left hand took the end of the wire and pushed it through her left nipple, right where the nipple and breast met. She screamed as I did this.

I used a pair of pliers to bend the end of the wire back on itself, making it impossible to remove the wire from that end. With my left hand I pulled the wire back over an inch and then bent to wire at that end as well.

She stopped screaming. Tears still streamed down her face.

"That hurts, doesn't it?"

"Yes."

It will stop hurting as much soon. Then we will talk. You will talk to me. Think about this. I can use the vibrator on you for hours. You cannot move or get away. You can't even reach your own pussy for relief. I can release the belts holding you to the bars but keep your legs through the bars. Then when I touch you with the vibrator you will want to pull back, but your nipples are wired so if you pull back you might rip the wire out through your nipples. I would think that would hurt even worse than when I put the wire in."

I waited. She didn't speak. I reached up and touched the wire. It was the response I would have expected from an electric shock. 

"Please, don't hurt me any more. I don't know anything."

I turned on the vibrator. She tensed her muscles to resist. I touched her clit with it. She pleaded. Tears ran down her cheeks.

"It feels good doesn't it?" Remember how good the orgasm felt? Another one is coming. Then another, and another. I've wondered if someone could die from too many orgasms. Maybe you and I will find out."

When she was close to her first orgasm I moved the vibe up to the wire. Both offended nipples began to vibrate and she screamed. Not in pain, in orgasm. 

I returned the vibe to her pussy and she spasmed again. After six strong orgasms she was exhausted. I stopped and let her rest. She was soaked in sweat so I gave her water. When she was calm I sat down over her legs again.

"Want to talk?"

"My name is Anyal Kroplic. I was born 5 September 1990. I don't know where. My mother died when I was ten, my father left me with an aunt. He went to fight. At sixteen soldiers came and took my aunt and I. We cooked, cleaned and fucked them. When my aunt got hurt from a bomb they let her die. I ran away and I have been running ever since. I tried three times to hook up with soldiers but each time I was just their fuck toy. About a week ago I saw a small band of fifty soldiers headed for Mispink. I avoided them."

I wondered if she had more. I turned on the vibrator and touched the wire.

"Thank you. That was very nice. I'm wondering if you can remember more. Perhaps another orgasm will awaken another memory."

It came swiftly. She shook and screamed and her juices spilled onto the floor between her legs. I lifted the vibe. She slumped against her bindings.

Her story took hours to tell. I recorded it so I would not need to remember or take notes.

While she slept I made my report. The higher-ups were pleased. They did not say, "Terminate her." They didn't give me any orders at all.

When she woke up I told her the good news. I didn't need to kill her. I cut the wire and was about to remove it when she said, "Can you leave the wire in my nipples?"

I trimmed the wire so each piece bent around her nipples without being connected to each other. I released the belts holding her in place. I gave her another shower with warm water and fresh clothes. She didn't put the clothes on.

"Will you release me?"

"Yes. Don't you want to be dressed when you leave?"

"You have given me a hundred orgasms. I want to give you at least one. I am clean. If you want to fuck me it won't be rape. I want you to fuck me. I want to wrap my legs around your hips and feel your weight above me, your cock inside me. Please."

I undressed and opened the cell door. The last two women had wanted to fuck me as well. She spread her legs and welcomed me inside her. She wanted me hard and fast. I gave her hard and fast. She wanted me from behind her. I held her hips and pounded into her from behind. She wanted to ride me. I put myself on my back on the floor and she bounced above me until I screamed, "I'm cumming!"

Suddenly she was outside the cell, closing the door. The key was in the door. I was trapped in my own cell, naked and covered in my own cum. She sat in my chair.

"What will you do?" I asked.

"I have not decided. Let's begin by giving you a shower. You smell like cum."

She turned on the water and I washed. When she shut the water off she said, "Good. Now, lay down next to the bars and go to sleep. That's what men do after sex."

I did sleep. While I slept she was busy. My hands got ty-wrapped to the bars away from my body. My cock stuck through the bars. When she was ready she stabbed the wire through my cock!

I screamed and thrashed. The more I thrashed the more it hurt. She threw water in my face. I stopped thrashing and she grabbed both wire and cock. She pulled and I followed.

My cock stuck between the bars. She wrapped the wire around two bars with my cock between. She twisted the ends around the wire itself, locking me in place. Then she found the vibrator and smiled. 

She strapped my legs to the bars. She put the vibe between the bars and my cock and balls. She used tape to secure it in place.

"Remember you asked if someone could die of too many orgasms? You may just find out." She turned on the vibe and shut off the lights when she left. My last thoughts were of her.



Interrogation



(Dedicated to Tracey... our conversations inspired this one. 

The dominatrix in the story is too loosely sketched out to be an accurate representation of you, but I'm not good at capturing personalities.)

*

She was kneeling astride my chest, completely naked. One hand was behind her, holding my cock. My wrists and ankles were tied to the four corners of the bed. I was helpless, turned on and feeling thoroughly humiliated... but still incredibly turned on. The hardness of my cock was a very concise testament to that fact. It's not like she was even pumping it, or alternately squeezing and relaxing her hand. She was just holding it. Using it as a barometer -- a guide to my state of sexual arousal.

And most embarrassing -- most humiliating -- most erotic of all... she was staring deeply into my eyes and I had absolutely nowhere to hide.

"How are you feeling?" she asked. "Looking forward to our little soiree?"

She was referring to the fact that we had company coming over. Another couple. I knew little about them or the nature of their relationship to each other, but I did know that they were both fully aware of the nature of our relationship.

"No," I said. Then -- "Yes. I think so. What's going to happen?"

"What do you want to happen?" she countered.

Damn. A perfect response to my question if it was an interrogation she wanted. Or an analysis of my fears and anticipations.

"I, um... I want to make you happy," I said. Perhaps the vagueness of my response would deflect her.

"Oh, yes? Does that mean you'll do whatever you're told?"

"Yes," I answered eagerly.

"Don't be so quick to answer. Before we get started, we need to find out whether you're likely to rebel and embarrass me if you get panicky."

"I won't panic." But she had felt the twitch in my cock. Her hand tightened round it briefly, in a mute acknowledgement of this slip. What did that mean, though? Was it the sudden realisation that whatever happened tonight was going to be completely beyond my control? The others may or may not have a pre-existing relationship that involved slavery, but I certainly did -- and I could expect to be answerable to any one of them.

"You're going to be naked all night, you know," she told me. "That's the absolute least you can expect. In fact, that's going to be completely non-negotiable."

I swallowed, then nodded. "OK," I answered.

"And don't go thinking that means that the rest of the night is negotiable. This is just a way of breaking you in gently. Of giving you some idea of what to anticipate, so that we can foresee any stumbling blocks. Because if you panic and rebel, then I'm going to look bad. And if I look bad, then things are going to be bad for you later tonight."

Another swallow. Another nod. "OK."

"OK," she repeated. Continuing with the eye contact. Clearly some elaboration was expected.

"OK..." I spoke slowly, thought rapidly. "I won't panic. I won't rebel. I won't do anything obstructive or refuse to do anything you command."

"When they get here, you're going to answer the door for them. You won't be allowed to get dressed first. I want you naked, vulnerable and self-conscious from the outset. You're going to spend the rest of the night like that, in fact."

I nodded. "OK."

Abruptly she let got of my cock and climbed off me. From my limited perspective, I could no longer see her, as she started opening drawers and cupboards somewhere at the foot of the bed. I listened as she started laying out clothes.

"If I want your cock hard, then you better get it hard quickly and efficiently," she said.

Now, clearly that wasn't going to be a problem. I had no idea what it was she was doing to me, but it didn't matter how humiliating and embarrassing it was, my cock clearly had its own ideas on an appropriate style of response. In fact, it seemed that the more embarrassing the situation, the harder it got.

"OK."

The rattling of a key in a lock informed me that she was opening our toybox. Sounds of rummaging, quickly followed by sounds of something swishing through the air. I knew what that sound heralded. Even if I behaved myself to absolute perfection, it was suddenly clear to me that some physical punishment was going to be involved. She enjoyed spanking me, and had recently upgraded to a bewildering array of whips, floggers... spankers... I didn't even know what half of these springy, leathery things were. I just knew that some of them had been inspired by her horsey days. I wondered if there had ever been a single equestrienne who had not harboured some dominatrix instincts.

"If I want your cock soft, then it better behave itself."

Oh. Damn. Now, that was going to be tricky. And to anyone who might have some difficulty understanding why, then I refer you to the earlier paragraph exploring the conflicting natures of embarrassment and arousal.

She moved back into view. She had on her best underwear, now. The most decadent, stuff she could find in the Victoria's Secret catalogue. If I still needed any clues, that was a good one. At some point tonight, she was expecting to strip off at least as far as her underwear. This stuff was meant to be seen. And not just by me. And if she was going to show that much flesh, then she was likely to show more. And if she showed more... well... it was a fairly safe bet that I would be eating her out while our guests watched. She was looking down at me, now.

"Well?" she said. I noticed that she was holding one of the springier items she had recently bought. I could swear I had seen her use something very similar on a horse once, for no discernible reason other than her own malicious amusement. Or to make it go faster. Or something. The finer points of horse riding were lost on me.

"Umm..." Eloquence was not a prominent feature of my response at that point.

She sighed. A little theatrically, I felt -- although I was smart enough to refrain from commenting on that.

"Are we going to have a problem here?" She moved her gaze down my body. "Is that thing going to behave itself?"

I wasn't sure how to answer that one. The required one wouldn't have been an honest one. I knew that. She knew that, too. She was taunting me. I started to squirm. I really didn't want to admit that this was going to be a problem.

The springy thing was coming in to play now. What was it called? A flogger? She moved down to about waist height, still staring at my cock, then swatted it with the tip. Not hard, but definitely enough to get my attention -- though of course, she already had that.

"I don't think this thing is going to behave," she said, but it no longer even seemed like she was addressing me. She sounded like she was talking to herself, now. Another swat. "I think it's going to stay hard the whole time we have company." Another swat. "And they're going to have to endure the sight of it sticking straight out in front of you as you serve them." Another swat, and then she turned to face me again.

"Is it going to leak?" she asked. "Because that really would be too much."

Oh, Christ. She knew it was going to leak. Why did she keep asking these questions? If there was one thing guaranteed to make me leak, it was a prolonged erection. And if there was one thing guaranteed to give me a prolonged erection, it was making a big deal out of it and telling me not to have one. Don't think of fucking hippopotamus? That's what this was beginning to feel like.

"Well?" She was looking at me again. Absently, I felt the light tip of the flogger, or swatter or whatever the fuck it was, brushing against my cock. Right at one of the most sensitive parts, where the foreskin joins the glans. Was she even aware of the contact? I didn't know, and the sensations were very distracting.

I struggled to focus on her face. I could hardly claim the swatting had been painful exactly, but it had certainly helped to "tenderise" me a bit. This new feeling only built on that. "I don't know," I said.

"You don't know what?" Christ, but she liked to make me vocalise everything, sometimes. Evasive answers just weren't good enough for her. Especially when she wanted to demonstrate to her friends just how much under the thumb I was.

"I don't know if I'll leak or not."

A lie. A blatant lie. But as close to the truth as I could get and still manage some semblance of salvation here.

"I think it will leak," she said. She looked back down my body towards my cock. I managed to raise my head and look as well. There was a steady flow now, and it was pooling on my stomach. She reached out and touched it with her fingertips, then spread it round my glans, drawing my foreskin right back as she did so. Immediately, I threw my head back down and started to thrash against this bit of contact. I hated myself for giving in to this, but couldn't help it. My hips raised off the bed and I tried to get the head of my cock away from her hands. Her pressure had been too light. Just a little bit firmer and I could have enjoyed what she was doing, but this featherlight touch simply threw me into a sensory overload that I was desperate to escape from.

Her hand ceased its motion and her head snapped back to look at my face. "Stay still!" she barked. Without the movement of her hand, I found it easy to follow this command. I subsided immediately. Well... OK... I suppose it would be fairer to say that I collapsed as soon as the sensations stopped.

"It's amazing," she said. "You just can't help yourself, can you? Such a nice, big, fat cock and yet it's totally helpless. You have absolutely no control over it." And to demonstrate her point, she pressed a fingertip against the base of the shaft and traced a line right along the ridge, up to the glans. As soon as she passed the corona of the glans, the whole thing twitched. It jerked upwards. It actually spasmed.

"Look at that," she said softly. "It's a completely involuntary reaction. Let's make a deal, shall we?"

A deal?

She was looking at me again.

"I've been thinking of passing you round so that our guests can experience that very talented mouth of yours," she said.

"What... what... both of them?" I asked. This was news to me. Being shown off as a sex slave hadn't exactly been news to me. Being naked from the outset wasn't the biggest surprise of the night. Even being told to answer the door naked, was hardly a revelation. And I had been anticipating various other elements, although I wasn't sure of the details. They lay somewhere between the limits of my imagination and the extent of her plans. And that covered a lot of ground. However, I had somehow managed to convince myself, that there wasn't going to be any man-on-man action. No matter what the nature, sexual orientation and role of the other male involved, surely I wasn't expected to do anything that ran contrary to my own basically heterosexual nature.

"Yes, both of them. Don't you want to taste someone else's pussy for a change?"

Oh. Dangerous territory. How should I answer this one?

"I don't even know her," I said.

"True, but if I order you to do so, then I'm going to expect you to get down between her thighs, lick out her pussy and bring her to as many orgasms as she wants. Whether or not you know her is completely irrelevant. Don't you want to do whatever it takes to make me happy?"

"I don't know," I said.

She looked away again. "Your cock seems to know," she said. "It's still very hard. In fact, it looks even harder."

This was true. It was beyond dispute.

"I think you should lick her out," she said. "I think you should taste her pussy. I'm sure you'll love it. Won't you?"

"I don't know." I still didn't know how to answer her question.

She made it easy on me. "You want to please me, don't you?"

"Yes."

She had produced a bottle of grapeseed oil from somewhere and was pouring some of it into the palm of her hand now.

"And letting my friend experience your tongue is going to make me very pleased."

"OK."

She had put the bottle down and was rubbing both hands together and warming up the oil, now.

"Letting her know what I get whenever I want it will make me very happy."

"OK."

She was taking my cock in her hand once more and beginning to gently stroke it now. 

"So licking her pussy will make me happy."

"OK."

Her hand was gliding smoothly up and down the shaft of my cock, now.

"So you'll do it?"

"Yes."

Her other hand was coming down to sandwich my cock between both palms now.

"You'll lick her out?"

"Yes."

Both hands were being held parallel to each other and gliding up and down my cock now.

"And you'll suck his cock?"

"Yes."

"You will?" It was the tone of her voice that started ringing alarm bells. She sounded pleased and slightly mocking. Like she had known exactly what the answer would be and was happy with how easily she had manipulated me.

"What?" I struggled to bring myself back to reality. What had the question been? Christ, stop playing with my cock. This was too much of a distraction. I needed a chance to think.

"That's so nice of you," she was saying. "I think you deserve a little treat for that. Just you lie still and we'll see that bargain with a nice, big orgasm for you." Her hands were starting to move faster.

"No, wait! Stop!"

Her hands were relentless, now. I was struggling to hold back what could only be inevitable if she continued what she was doing. "Oh, I think this is going to be a good one. I think it's going to splash onto your face. I'm going to see that juicy cum splash everywhere," she was saying.

"Please! Stop!"

Her hands slowed down, but she didn't stop. I had time to think now, though.

"What's wrong, baby? You don't want to cum?"

"I can't!" I managed to blurt out.

"You can't cum?"

"I can't suck him off."

Her hands stopped moving completely, now. One of them moved down a bit lower and started to work on my balls. My scrotum had tightened up in response to the imminent orgasm, but quickly responded to her touch until she could comfortably take both balls into the palm of her hand and curl her fingers round them.

"Of course you can suck him off," she said. "It'll be easy."

"No! I... I can't!"

Her hand tightened very slightly on my balls. This, then, was a warning. Her eyes bored into mine.

"This would make me very happy," she said.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"And if you make me happy, then I make you happy. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes, I know that."

"And you also know what happens if you make me unhappy?"

I had a good idea. So far I'd never had cause to find out, but there had been warnings. Every time she had ever spanked me on a whim, or had squeezed my balls just that little bit too hard or had had taken a crop to my cock just to see it flinch or bounce. Every time she had put clothes pegs onto my nipples. Every time she had brought me right to the edge of orgasm and then left me gasping. Every time she had fastened me into a chastity belt and not unlocked me for three weeks. Every time she had tied me up and played with my cock until it had gone well past that sensory overload point until I'd been thrashing around like a beached fish and begging her to stop. And every time she had hinted that things could be so much worse if she felt I deserved genuine punishment. Oh, yes, I had a very good idea what would happen if I made her unhappy.

"Yes."

"So why would you want to make me unhappy?"

"I don't want to make you unhappy?"

"But?"

"But I don't want to suck another man's cock, either."

Slowly and skilfully, her fingers built up the pressure on my balls until I felt sure that she really was going to keep going until she was actually causing genuine pain. Then, suddenly, she let go of them. And suddenly, I was left gasping again. This was her supreme talent. She could always keep me guessing about what was to happen. Have me absolutely convinced that there was just one potential outcome ahead, when in reality she was actually guiding me towards a very different one. I wondered where she was going here.

"Lost your erection," she said. "That wasn't so bad, was it? I knew you could control it if you just tried."

She crouched by the side of the bed and moved so that her face was just inches from mine. I tried to make eye contact with her, but it was a struggle. I couldn't focus.

"What would make me very happy is knowing that you would do everything in your power to make me happy," she said. "That's very simple, isn't it? Like a little cycle."

"Yes, but..."

"Like when people say 'It's the thought that counts'. That's what they mean, right?"

"Yes, but..."

"So to make me happy, all you have to do is think about what you could do that would make me happy... and then do it. If it's in your power to do this thing... if you're remotely capable of doing it... then that makes me happy."

"Yes."

"But I'm not just talking about making me a cup of tea, or licking my pussy for a couple of hours, or being willing to let me offer you to a complete stranger. That's easy. It makes me happy, but it doesn't exactly stretch you, does it?"

I debated whether to point out that it hadn't been all that easy to come to terms with the thought that I was going to have to lick a complete stranger's pussy. I wondered if I had caved in to that too easily and left myself with no bargaining power. I wondered if I'd ever had any bargaining power.

"No."

"But what I want you to do here is going to stretch you. It's going to push you right to your limits. When I give you the order, I want you to unzip a complete stranger's trousers, pull out his cock and take it into your mouth while two women watch you. You won't have to do much at that point. Just kneel in front of him and hold it there. Get to know it. Feel it leaking its deliciously salty pre-cum onto your tongue. Savour that wonderful taste, while my friend and I undress him. See? You don't have to do much at all, do you? You just have to kneel there, while we do all the work."

"But..."

"And then, when we've got him all nice and naked and we can see everything, then you're not even going to have to worry about what to do next, are you? We can see you. We can see his cock in your mouth. We can see everything. So we can tell you what to do. Won't that be easy?"

The bitch had a hand on my chest, now. I could feel her fingertips straying towards one of my nipples. The pierced one. She started tugging on the ring gently. She didn't look down at my cock, but she didn't need to. She knew exactly what would happen if she kept playing with that ring.

"We can tell you when to pull his cock slowly and sensuously out of your mouth so we can see your saliva glistening on it. We can tell you when to kiss and when to lick the tip. We can tell you when to squeeze the shaft in your hands, when to mouth your way along it, when to lick it all the way along. We can tell you when to raise his shaft up and take his balls into your mouth. And even when he cums, we can tell you whether we want you to take it all in your mouth and swallow it, or pull it out and let him spurt over your face. Won't that be so easy?"

"But I can't!" It came out almost like a wail.

She looked disappointed. But it was that theatrical disappointment that meant nothing.

"Why not?"

"I just can't do all that. I can't suck another man's cock. I just can't."

"Because it doesn't turn you on?"

"Yes!"

"Because it actually turns you off?"

"Yes!"

"Because it's gay, right?"

"Yes! It's gay! I can't!"

"And yet, I know that you've thought about it. You've told me. You've fantasised about being forced to do this, haven't you?"

"No!"

"No? Never? But didn't you tell me..?"

"No! I mean... yes, I did. Once. But that was just a fantasy. I just meant that as an example of how far a person could go when he didn't need to take responsibility for what he was doing."




Interrogation



"You mean you wanted to commit a gay act without being gay?"

"No. I mean..."

"You mean you wanted someone to force you to be gay so you could experience it and say you didn't have a choice in the matter. That's right, isn't it?"

"No. Not like that. I mean, yes, but it was just a fantasy."

"And now I'm making that fantasy come true. How lucky can you possibly get? Why are you resisting this?"

Christ, her logic was chasing me round in circles. I didn't know what to say. I decided to say nothing, so there was silence for a few seconds.

"Shall we see if there's a third vote in the room?"

Oh, fuck! I knew exactly what she meant. And I instantly tried to fight against the swelling that had begun the instant she had touched that bastard nipple ring. She moved back a little -- just a tiny bit -- just far enough so that I could focus on her again, and see that mocking glint in her eye and so she could see the panic in mine. She wasn't even in a hurry. She knew that I wasn't going to be able to make it go down.

Slowly, she looked away from her face and back down at my cock.

"Well," she said at last. "That looks like another 'yes'."

"Please. It doesn't mean..."

"I know what it means," she said. "It means you can't control it, doesn't it? It means that despite everything I say, every order I give you, it's going to get hard and leak everywhere, no matter who's watching? And everybody's going to see how little control you have over your cock."

"Yes. I'm sorry."

"Oh, don't be sorry. It just makes you so much easier to control. In fact... I'm even going to give you a chance. Remember that deal we spoke about earlier?"

It took me a couple of seconds to catch up to this fresh change of direction, but I did remember the deal eventually.

"You said you were going to pass me round," I answered.

"Yes, but that wasn't the deal. That was just a stated intention," she said. "Do you want to know what kind of deal I have to offer you?"

Well... that was hardly a difficult question. If it was going to get me out of this difficult situation.

"OK."

"OK, here it is. You just have to demonstrate thirty seconds of self control. If you can keep your cock perfectly still for the next thirty seconds, then you won't have to suck anyone else's cock tonight. Otherwise, you're going to enjoy a brand new experience, tonight. Is that a deal?"

"What are you going to do?"

"When?"

"During the next thirty seconds... if I say we have a deal."

"Nothing," she said. A pause. "Well... I might play with my toy, here." And she put her hand on my cock.

"You're going to make it move?"

"Well, that would hardly be fair, would it?" She slipped a finger underneath my cock, raised it up on one fingertip and let it drop. It slapped against my stomach. "No, that doesn't count as movement. What I mean, is it's going to move all by itself." 

"If you're touching it, how do we know what kind of movement is yours and what kind is my cock's?" I paused. That question made no sense at all. "I mean..."

"Oh, I know what you mean." She paused and made a show of thinking about that. "OK, how about this? All I'll use is just one fingertip." And she held up the forefinger of her right hand. "This one. Deal?"

And there it was. All the details had been hammered out and there was nowhere left to hide. I could say 'no', but what would that get me? She was offering me a chance to escape. If I accepted the challenge and won, then she'd abide by her rules and there'd be no repercussions. If I refused it and then refused to do what I was told later, I'd definitely not enjoy the consequences. And one thing was sure -- a deal was a deal. Neither of us could even contemplate refusing to honour a deal.

There was only one response to this. She had skilfully manoeuvred me so that I had only one answer to give.

"Deal," I said.

She smiled at me. And her face lit up. And suddenly I remembered why it was that I had first consented to be her slave.

"Time starts now," she said. "Start counting."

"Thirty. Twenty nine. Twenty eight."

She turned to look at my cock once more. She looked very relaxed. In fact, she seemed to be in no hurry at all. I saw her lift up the bottle of oil and open it again, before drizzling a tiny amount onto the tip of her right index finger.

"Fifteen. Fourteen. Thirteen."

Slowly, very slowly, she reached out and placed that same fingertip on the root of my cock and let it rest there.

"Nine. Eight. Seven."

Shit. I knew exactly what was going to happen next. The bitch was about to fuck me.

"Five."

She drew her fingertip along the length of my cock. And then it got to that magic point, the bit where the foreskin joins the glans.

"Four. Three. Two."

And on "one" she slipped her fingertip across that point and my cock spasmed and reared up. And I lost the deal.

She said nothing. She just smiled. Picked up a towel and disappeared out of sight.

For a long, long moment I was left wondering what I had just done. What I had just accepted. What I was about to experience.

When she reappeared, she was wearing something black, sheer and very slinky. Her nipples poking through the fabric betrayed the depth of her arousal. She saw me looking at them and ran her fingertips across them, then cupped her breasts. Smiled. Made a show of checking her watch. Started unfastening my restraints.

I sat up and rubbed at my wrists, then swung my feet onto the floor. My head was still reeling.

The doorbell rang.

She checked her watch again. Smiled again. Looked down at my still hard cock.

"I think you better go and let them in," she said.



Interrogation



Interrogation

Major Abner Espinosa sat comfortably inside his Command Puma Cavalry Fighting Vehicle, though his forte is armored cavalry, he loves the speed, mobility, and rapid firing weapon of his Pumas. For that he is known as Hazier, the man who swiftly brings death, destruction, chaos, and fear to those who faces him in battle. A loyal officer and friend of all the senior officers within the Rim-Cats, Kai, Kalandro, Arhturius, Rolando, Ken, and Marc have been good friends even before their days as mercenaries. But as soon that Marcus Dangal started to blossom his idea of a mercenary regiment, he along with his friends are among the first to join this bloody business endeavor. Unlike most of his peers, though the personnel of the Rim-Cats followed a strict code of honor, he does not allow it to become a hindrance of what he must do. For that, he too is a reserve intelligence officer tasked to gather information from the enemy and anyone in regard of the forces they face. Abner closes his eyes and started to drift asleep, he knew that it will be a good thirty minutes before any enemy threat can be anticipated to intercept him and his battalion combat team. 

"Sam, how long does it take for us to arrive at the targeted town?"

"A good hour Abner," replied his Puma gunner.

"Let me know when we got anything registered."

"Go take a nap Hazier I know what you did last night."

Abner laughed an eerie laughter as he recalled the woman he just bed the night before. Unlike many gentlemen, he knew that bedding a girl is like fighting and winning a battle, in his mind it is the same. The battle is won when he gets to fuck the girl to the content of his overly sexed filled heart. 

"She was a yummy girl Sam."

"I bet," his gunner replied, "she was young too."

"But she is also working for the enemy."

"Yeah I know, that's why we got the information we got now Hazier."

"Yep that's why we do," he repeated.

Samuel Divencia is a religious man, though his commanding officer is a perverted man, he knew that Abner Espinosa has his reasons. From the great vine of rumors and gossip, he pieced the puzzle of why the 3rd BCT commander is the way he is. His girlfriends before used him for money, cheated on him, then left him after he treated them with respect and admiration. From that moment on he sees women as an object of his own lust, disregarded their chastity, and is convince that either way someone else will one day fuck the girl, it might as well be him before that day comes.

The night before...

Hazier walked out of his make shift tent for an officer quarters a few hours after the meeting with Colonel Marcus Dangal. As he strolled around his battalion headquarters he noticed a girl snooping around, he approached her cautiously and befriended the girl. 

"Hey, what's your name?"

"Fatima," she replied shyly averting from his gaze.

"What you doing here in this area Fatima?"

"I was delivering some washed clothes for some officers in that tent over there," she pointed out.

He nodded his head but knew that it wasn't an officer's quarters but a supply tent full of communication gear, MRE's, and medical supplies. The girl Fatima obviously her words are lies and he wanted to find out more about what she is up to.

"Did you eat yet Fatima?"

"Yes I did," she answered.

"I got some chocolates from Japan and I wanted to share it with you," he told her in a convincingly innocent manner.

"Ok that will be fine."

"Where are you from," he asked her as they walked towards a GFF-4 Combat Truck designated to be a mobile interrogation center, the girl did not know of this yet as the armored truck has barely parked there a good thirty minutes ago.

"Lebanon."

"What you doing here in Ar'Raq?"

"My father worked as a construction manager for a big company here."

"What about your mom?"

"She is a regular housewife."

Her English is too good for a regular servant girl of the camp and as he led her in the truck, she was surprised to see a table like bed with four, two on each end.

"Wait what is this?"

Hazier grabs her and using his strength, finally got her on the examination table securing both her arms from the wrist and both her legs from above the ankles.

"Who are you and what are you doing here," Hazier asked, "That tent you were talking about aren't an officer quarters you know."

Shocked the girl kept her mouth shut and looked away from him.

"Fine is that what you want? There are ways to make you talk."

Fear grips her as he started to tear the clothes from her young petite body, he skin is smooth almost olive-like and paler than the darker Arab skin tone. She started to scream in protest as Abner gags her mouth with a gag-ball.

"Now tell me who you work for?"

She remained silent as he walked towards her lower body spreading her legs, his hands rubs the girl's smooth skin. As he observes this potential spy, he knew she cannot be any older than nineteen or twenty. A muffled shriek emitted from her gagged mouth as his fingers touched her pussy lips, running the two fingers up and down her sex making the girl named Fatima wet.

"Tell me Fatima!"

He plunges a finger in her pussy as she buckled from the thrust, making his finger mover around and around her tight young pussy Fatima started to cry. Hazier's his finger started to piston in and out of her wet channel, her juices lubricating his finger. Fatima tries hard not to emit a sound. Finally a slight moan escaped her mouth.

"Ooohh."

"So you like this huh?"

Abner quickens the movement of his finger inside of her, taking off the gag-ball from her mouth she started to gasp and buckled, her eyes shut tears started to trickle down. Another finger entered her tight pussy, she realize that both his left and right hand is involve in ravaging her body. As his pace quicken she buckled and squirms, the more she move, the more her pussy's inner wall and g-spot gets tickled. 

"Nyaaahhh."

Hazier unbuckled his black trousers and mounted her on top of her head. His fingers kept working in her pussy, darting in and out faster and faster as he forced her to suck his hardening cock. She gagged as the hard member forced into her mouth to the back of her throat. 

"Good girl," Hazier said as he slowly fucked her mouth never letting up on assaulting the young girl's pussy.

He ravaged her mouth splitting her lips from the size of his engorged cock which has surgically placed 3 small bb like balls on the left, right, and below the penis. Soon Fatima is coughing out Abner's sperm as he move to her pussy. 

"Tell me who you work for Fatima?"

She just stared at him with pure hatred as he mounts her and lifted her legs to his shoulders. The head of his cock rubs her opening as she squirm and struggles.

"No use little girl," Hazier said to her, "You're mine now."

Abner thrust deep into her tearing the fabric skin that holds her innocence as she screams in pain, then the 3rd BCT commander pumped in and out of her slowly at first as pain is mixed with pleasure, afterwards, pleasure replaced pain.

"Aaahhh aaahhh ooohhh oooohhh," Fatima moaned louder and louder to the rhythm of his thrust in and out of her young pussy.

His hips grind as his cock piston in and out of her driving Fatima into a frenzy as new feelings filled her pussy, her body reacted naturally and her moans grew louder. 

"Yes you know you like it don't you Fatima."

She glared at him moaning as he fucked her harder, faster, and deeper. The young spy cried in pain, humiliation, and in failure as her womanhood is taken by her enemy. She couldn't help but give in to the man who is interrogating her. Abner finally made her feel her first orgasm. 

"Aaaahhhh," she arched her back as her whole body rocked in convulsion surrendering to her lust, to the pleasure of her release.

"Now tell me what I want to know and I will do this again to you."

Fatima nodded her head in surrender and from that moment on she is Abner's sexual servant for she cannot return to her people in shame, though he is an enemy before this. The young female spy can tell that there is kindness to him that he rarely shows. 

"I will tell you," She finally talked to Abner, "but please take care of me and protect me. I cannot return to them because I am now a dead girl. I am now yours and will do whatever you want for your protection and acceptance."

"I give you my word as a soldier that I will do so. Now talk!"

For thirty minutes she shared her knowledge with him of her role with the insurgents, their plans, and strongholds in the southern sector, their weapons, numbers, and strength.

He turned her around as he grabs a vibrator. Abner pushed it into her pussy and turned it on high. 

"Yaaahhh! Aaaaahhhh," Fatima squirmed and moaned loud as her pussy is pounded by the vibrator.

Abner pushed his dick slowly into her ass as she screams.

"Nooohhh! Not my aaasss pleaaase!"

She pleaded but he disregards it as his rod rubs with the vibrator, sending her into a bliss never before imagined by her. Deeper he entered her anus until he is finally all the way deep in her, slowly he pumped in and out of her ass as their flesh slaps at each other. The slurping and sucking sound echoed along with her moans and his grunts of pleasure. Faster he pounded her ass again and again until her tight little bum-hole expanded accommodating his cock to the fullest. 

"Nooohhh ooohh ooohhh ooohh aaahh," she continued to squirm and move along with him until she cried out her release.

Abner shot his seed deep into her ass as he slowly stopped pounding her anus and panted catching his breath. He smiled at her and kissed her lips, the first kiss she ever experienced and not the last from this man whom she will now serve as long that she lives. 

"Good girl," he said to her in compliment as he let her bounds go.

Hazier dressed her and led Fatima to his tent, there she slept peacefully accepting her new life as a servant of Major Abner Espinosa.

From the Puma Cavalry Fighting Vehicle, Hazier recalled the night and smiled. His sleep is disturbed by a sudden jerk of the combat CFV. He knew that it is his turn to face the insurgents, but he also knew that his men are ready for the task. Though he can be an unprincipled man, his skills, sound judgment, and tactics are respected within the Rim-Cats Mercenary Regiment. His men of the 3rd BCT will follow him to hell and back as long that he leads and he will follow Colonel Marcus Dangal to hell and back as long that he leads the way.

"3rd BCT prepare for action!"



Interrogation



Pip ordered her crew to lay low until things calmed down. Unlike Aldric, she wasn't worried they might pick a fight with the Horde. Rather, she was still concerned that perhaps members of her crew were targets. The attack on Furyman may have simply been a coincidence, but that didn't mean the Horde weren't behind the attempt on her own life. Somebody was responsible for the long string of security incidents that resulted in her being sent up here, and the Horde had more than enough motive. 

However, with Aldric's troops holed up in their base, Pip didn't want to expose her own crew to any more danger than she had to, so she passed word that they were to stay on the Tournament grounds and remain observant.

By the afternoon Pip's three crews were reclining in separate parts of the tavern, drinking and socializing. Some of the tension from this morning had bled off, and a few Alliance troops could be seen out and about once more. Few were actually in the tavern, while the upstairs was practically crowded to limit with Horde. Still, there were far more than enough Alliance attendees about to make Pip comfortable keeping her crew here.

She hadn't been there long when Mariel arrived, looking for her. Mariel engaged her in small talk for a moment, visibly trying to play the part of her 'long lost friend' to onlookers, but Pip could feel many of the Horde take notice as they spoke.

Mariel said, "You really have to come see some of the things I kept from our days back in Elwyn, Pip. You mind if I steal you away from your friends?"

"Please do," Rivv played along, raising her glass and scrunching her face at Pip.

Once outside, Mariel whispered "Something's come up, orders." Pip followed her back to the Alliance base, but at least she could enter visibly this time under the guise of visiting an old friend.

Mariel led her straight to the Command building. The first thing Pip noticed upon entering were the two rogues standing in the waiting area. They didn't speak, but just stood watchful, wearing the colors of Stormwind. She knew immediately there were from SI:7. Mariel asked Pip to wait up front with them as she walked back into Aldric's office. Through the office doorway, Pip could see an SI:7 special courier speaking with Aldric.

It wasn't long before the courier took his leave, nodding at Pip as he passed. His two escorts fell into step with him and the three departed quickly. Mariel lingered a bit longer before coming back out to get Pip. 

"Remember that outpost I showed you earlier? The one way out on our western front? I need you to meet me there in an hour. Just you," Mariel told her.

"Did something happen?"

"No, but I can't say more right now. Just be there in an hour, okay? I've got to prepare a few things."

"I'll be there," Pip told her, before heading back out, thoroughly confused.

---

Rivv was none too pleased, but she told her to keep all of their crew in town.

The western outpost was basically a round, squat stone sentry tower, about thirty feet across and twenty high, that stood far out in the middle of the valley plain. It was constructed solidly enough not to need a surrounding picket, but was comfortable enough inside to house a dozen or more troops if it had to. It had two levels, a lower one that served most of the utilitarian functions (armory, supplies, etc.), and an upper one that served as a residence (kitchen, living area, and sleeping quarters). Downstairs was divided up into several rooms, while the upstairs portion was one large common area.

As she approached, Pip took note of Alliance sentries flying wide circles over the valley, keeping a watchful eye on their western front. Two guards stood outside at the heavily-reinforced door to the outpost. The stone walls surrounding the door were a good two feet thick, and she had marveled at the craftsmanship that made this outpost such a strong structure. It had to be, of course, standing so far out by itself. The door was solid oak and was reinforced outside with steel, but swung open easily enough on its thick hinges.

Inside stood Mariel, looking over some papers on a table off to one side. She looked up at Pip, but smiled apprehensively. Instead of her usual gray uniform, she was wearing a commoner's outfit, a plain brown peasant's dress that appeared older and overused. Was she to join her crew undercover somehow? Surely enough people in the region knew her face so as to make that impractical. Mariel saw the questions in her eyes.

"Sorry for not telling you more earlier, Pip, I was under orders."

"That's okay, so what's going on?"

"You may want to read it yourself." Mariel handed over an opened document, apparently the same one delivered this afternoon from Stormwind.

Pip examined the broken seal and recognized Renzik's insignia. She unfolded it and began reading. It contained, not new orders, but a temporary interruption to her mission. Stormwind Intelligence, like any large organization, had it's very own layer of bureaucracy. It was a small layer, fortunately, but it existed nonetheless. Somebody, somewhere, had pointed out how long it had been since Pip had led an active mission, and raised the concern that too much time had passed since her last security evaluation. Active field operators went through rigorous training in all aspects of both gathering and protecting sensitive information. Apparently her little stunt with Orgrim's Hammer had rattled a few of them enough to wonder if she was still at the top of her game.

She doubted Renzik had any concerns, but with so much going on right now in their struggle against the Lich King, Stormwind could afford to be a little cautious.

Hence, the order stated, she would be given a field evaluation by a member of Aldric's staff. She almost laughed at the idea, given that she had been sent here to unravel a problem that Aldric's staff could not. Renzik, in his wisdom, must have vetoed the usual practice of bringing someone back for a "real" evaluation by people who knew what they were doing, and figured he could appease the bureaucrats with a simple field evaluation that Pip would likely be able to pass in her sleep.

"Any questions?" Mariel asked.

"How'd they sucker you into this?" Pip asked.

"Actually, the Commander was going to have Cennian do it but I asked if I could instead. He was hesitant, but I insisted."

Pip chuckled. "Haha, okay, so what do we do, play cards all day and tell them you weren't able to get anything out of me?"

Mariel smile back, but shook her head. "No, Pip, I could never sign a false report, you should know better than that. I just wanted to make sure everything was done right. From what I understand, your interviewer has pretty broad leeway as to how they test you."

"That's true, when you first go through your security training it can be incredibly rough. The instructors know exactly which buttons to push, and they force you right to the breaking point. Two who were in my class never passed their evaluation. They still got assignments, but not out in the field."

"Well Cennian's pretty harsh with the base personnel, and I didn't want to put you through that."

"Fair enough, so what did you have in mind? Why bring me out here?"

"Oh this wasn't my idea. I am going to write your evaluation, but only as an observer. I chose another to handle your interview. He's running late, he should have been here by now. In the meantime he said you're to change into this." Mariel handed over what appeared to be a peasant's dress similar to her own.

Pip looked at it with distaste.

"Apparently it's psychological, something to do with forcing you out of your element. I can see where he's coming from, your gear is quite intimidating."

Pip, familiar with the layout from her last visit, went upstairs to change. She was still amazed at how homely they had decorated the common area. Soft fur rugs on the floor, drapes along the walls, and small windows looking out over the valley plains. It made sense, though. Whoever stayed here was as far away from the base as they dared, some measures had to be taken to make them feel at home.

It occurred to Pip once she got up here, however, that there were no room dividers upstairs. The place was empty but for her and Mariel, however, so it didn't really matter. She shrugged, walked over to one of the beds, and began unstrapping her armor. Hopefully they could get through this quickly so that she could get back to work, but she guessed that depended on who her interviewer was and how long it would take them to realize Pip could not be broken.

She became a little self-conscious when she got down to her shirt and shorts. She definitely did feel out of her element without the secure feeling of her leather armor and weapons, and the alcohol she'd consumed in the tavern wasn't making things easier. She hadn't planned on anything more taxing than intelligence gathering this afternoon, and had drunk a bit more than she should have. She could already feel the buzz, but wasn't overly worried about it affecting her performance.

As she unbuttoned her shorts she cast a quick glimpse back at the stairs, but Mariel was still downstairs. She didn't know why it mattered, they had known each other since childhood, but something about seeing her again had thrown Pip off. Mariel definitely had grown up. She still had the same dark red hair Pip remembered, but it was longer and straighter now, and her eyes if anything were more mesmerizing. Those eyes... deep blue eyes swimming in a sea of red hair, something about that sent a shiver down Pip's spine. She shrugged it off, maybe it was just a chill. 

Despite the snow outside there was very little actual chill in the room, due to the fire blazing in the hearth. But that was at the opposite end of the room, and as she stepped out of her shorts she felt her skin tingle in the air, making her look back again to the empty stairs. Standing now in just a shirt and panties, Pip unbuttoned her top, each button letting more cool air touch her chest. 

Maybe it was the fact that her longtime friend was just downstairs, or that the building they were in was so isolated, or simply the fact that she was undressing in the cool air, but Pip found herself getting excited, her body starting to tingle and react. True, she had been on detached service for almost a week now without a moment of time for herself, but Pip knew that this was hardly the time for her to show a lack of self control. The interview was likely to be unpleasant, and she would rely on that to calm the urges that were welling up. 

She tried focusing her mind on what was to come, but as she unfastened the last button her shirt fell open and the cool air flowed right across her now exposed breasts. Instantly her nipples stiffened and the sensation caused a soft gasp to escape her lips. Damn that cool air felt nice. She brought her hands up to cup her breasts and shield them from the chill, but the sudden contact of her warm palms against her nipples produced an even stronger reaction in her, and Pip had to bite her lip to keep from moaning.

It took her a moment to regain her composure. She slid her shirt off her shoulders and laid it with her gear, picking up the dress Mariel had given her.

"They've got to be kidding," she thought. The dress was much shorter than Mariel's and probably only came down to mid-thigh. It was made of a thin green material that seemed far too flimsy for use as a house dress. She considered objecting, but how would that look on the report? There were far worse things than short dresses. Better to just get this over with, she thought. 

As she held it up in the light she realized just how thin the material was. She held part of the material up against her light panties and realized one could see the faint outline of them through the material. Why couldn't Mariel have told her before she came out all this way? She could have changed. The panties she had on were slightly less than covering. There was a tiny triangle of material in the front, long thin straps over her waist, and very little at all in the back. She hadn't actually planned on anyone seeing them. Then again, she thought, this could be fun. She may actually be able to tip her interviewer off his guard, and that would make him far less effective. The wicked thought made her smile, and sent another sexy shiver through her body.

"Mmm nice." Mariel said, coming up the stairs behind her. 

Pip jumped and held the dress bunched up against her breasts, looking back as Mariel approached with a linen bag. 

"I hope I didn't scare you, part of my instructions were to put away out of sight any of the items you brought with you, including your gear." Mariel approached and bent over the bed, collecting Pip's things and putting them in the bag. She had a smile on her face now, and Pip watched as her eyes momentarily skimmed over her body. Pip held the dress tightly to her breasts but realized her panties were clearly on display, as tiny as they were. Mariel gathered the last of her things and smiled at her, but seemed unable to hold back from one last glimpse down Pip's half-naked body.

"It's okay," Pip stammered, caught off guard. "It's actually common practice. If I were ever captured and interrogated the enemy would do no less."

"Hmm... and wouldn't that be fun?" Mariel smiled as she said it, then headed back downstairs.

Pip, flustered now, was wondering what Mariel meant as she slid the dress on over her head. It was a short-sleeved peasant's dress, with a wide low neckline that just barely hung at her shoulders. The top was adjusted using a single string-tie at the top below her neck. A seam there ran down a few inches, right between her breasts, so she tied it as tight as possible to keep that gap closed. Mariel's dress was also of a peasant-style, and had a similar tie in front, but at least hers reached below her knees. Looking down, Pip realized this one barely fell to mid-thigh, and she found she had to let it out a bit at top so that it would hang lower. She had a difficult time finding the right balance of not showing too much up top or too much of her legs, and this was both frustrating and exciting her.

This really was ridiculous, she thought. And was sure Mariel would agree when she saw it. Even the serious interviews in Stormwind were meant to break you down, not humiliate you. Oh well, she thought, at the very least it might be fun to see what psychological damage she could to to the interviewer dressed like this.

As she walked back to the stairs she peeked outside the window, and saw that the winged sentries had gone, and the two out front were now riding back to town. A figure was unsaddling his horse outside and she guessed that would be her interviewer. He was crouched on the other side of his horse at the moment, but before she could get a good look Mariel's voice called her downstairs.

Pip was barefoot, but the downstairs hearth was blazing so it was just as warm down here. Mariel turned from her papers and seemed lost as to what to say when she saw Pip. Her eyes travelled up and down, from her legs to neck. As comfortable as Pip thought she would feel around Mariel, she was very self-conscious, and was hoping it didn't show. Mariel's eyes were lingering, though, and Pip had to ask a question to break the silence.

"So who's to be my interviewer?"

"He's just outside, actually. I wanted someone I could trust to be both thorough and discreet."

"Thorough" sent another chill down Pip's spine. What did she mean by that? Before she could ask there came the sound of a key in the door and she turned to face her interrogator. The door swung wide and light flooded into the chamber. Pip stood at attention.

At 6 foot 5 inches, Hood dominated the door frame as he stepped through it. Pip's breath caught in her throat, and all thoughts of 'tormenting the poor interviewer' disappeared. Hood knew her better than most of her crew, and would see right through any games she tried to play to put him off guard.

He set a satchel down beside the door and looked at her. She expected that stupid grin of his to appear any moment, or for him to make some lewd remark about her dress, but he did not. He watched her for several moments, then spoke to Mariel without taking his eyes from her. 

"Nice choice of outfit, Mariel."

"Thank you, it took me a while to find it."

What? Mariel had specially picked out this half-dress? She saw Mariel eyeing her again, and looked down to see what she was looking at. To her horror, the light flooding in from the doorway made her dress nearly transparent. Not just her dark areolae, but the entire shape of her breasts was clearly visible through the thin fabric. Oh my god, she thought, they're both staring at me. She wanted to cover herself, to turn away, but the moment that door opened she knew her evaluation had begun, and she did not want to show one bit of weakness. Was modesty a weakness? Her mind swam and her nipples stiffened again, clearly poking out through the light material. Could Hood see that? Oh please no. She knew that the tiny white triangle of her panties was no less visible in this light.

Showing no reaction, Hood turned and closed the door, then walked over to the papers Mariel had laid out on the table. Mariel, for her part, had a hard time tearing her eyes away from Pip, until Hood started speaking.

"As I understand it, these evaluations cover four major parts of intelligence security - Gathering, Records, Communication, and Concealment."

Pip was again caught off guard. Normally Hood was jovial and lighthearted, and rarely seemed to take anything short of a raid seriously. Now he stood there with his back to her, very much in his element, while she stood here feeling completely exposed. That thought sent another shiver down her spine. She had to give him this, he really must know what he was doing. He had been here all of 60 seconds and already he had her off guard and struggling to retain her composure.

Hood continued, "I've not been briefed on your current mission, only some of it's parameters. I doubt you'll have any need to securely store or protect sensitive records, so I'll skip that section entirely. You've already shown yourself capable of meeting with your contacts stealthily, according to Mariel, so she can write that part of your evaluation without my help. That leaves us with gathering and concealment. I've no idea how much information you gleaned from your raid on Orgrim's Hammer, but you pulled it off with no loss of life and without revealing your role in the matter. I'm still a little concerned as to your sledge-hammer approach, but can't fault you out of hand without knowing more. We'll return to that area last.

"You are, however, deep in the field on this mission, and so concealment will be my primary focus." He turned back to face her, and although his eyes never left hers, she felt as if he could see all of her without even looking. 

"Concealment includes everything from keeping your identity hidden to keeping information hidden should you be captured. Mariel told me about your run-in with the Scourge the other evening, and that hits on both of these points. It would appear they both saw your real identity and were intently focused on capturing you.

"That being the case, I'm going to begin with your interrogation and see what I can learn. Take a seat upstairs, and I'll be right up. Dismissed."

"Yes -" Pip caught herself, then turned and walked back to the stairs. Dammit! Hood had no rank that she knew of, yet his demeanor almost had her saying 'Yes sir' to him. She knew he'd caught it. He probably planned it with his 'Dismissed' comment. WIth no rank he had no authority to dismiss her in such a manner. She chastised herself for the slip up and clenched her fists, vowing it would be the last. As she reached the stairs she couldn't help but wonder if they were watching her ass through the thin dress. Dammit again! Why couldn't she get these thoughts out of her head? She hadn't drunk that much. Halfway up the stairs she just had to turn her head, and sure enough, their eyes were locked on her as she moved. Her breathing quickened.




Interrogation



Once upstairs, she found a chair off to one side, brought it around to the foot of one of the beds, and sat down. She began going through several rogue focusing techniques in her head to shake herself out of the state she was in.

Mariel came upstairs just a minute or two later, looking a bit flushed, and the string tie below her neck was untied. Had it been like that before? Pip couldn't remember. It caught her eye now as a small bit of her cleavage was visible. Pip took a moment and reexamined her longtime friend. Seeing her in something other than her uniform was putting Mariel in a new light. Her hair fell to mid-back, and her body was what you could describe simply as 'curvy.' Well-shaped hips, long shapely legs, a graceful manner, a well rounded ass, and medium sized breasts that held their shape nicely under a dress that Pip knew offered little support. 

Mariel sat at the foot of one of the beds facing Pip, and waited. Hood came up just moments later, wearing a relaxed set of tunic and pants. He seemed very much at ease, and was carrying the satchel he had brought inside with him. He laid the bag on Mariel's lap and she looked up at him with wondering eyes. A nod was all she got in return. He walked across the room to the hearth, and began putting a few more logs on the fire.

Mariel stood, and walked over to Pip. She sat on the bed behind her, and opened the satchel. Pip glanced back and saw that it was contained numerous fur-lined straps. Oh my god no, she thought, it was bad enough to be dressed like this but bound as well? Mariel withdrew one, and attached it to her wrist. Pip offered no resistance, but clenched her teeth as the the fur wrapped its way around her other wrist. Mariel tied her hands, not to the chair, but to each other behind her back. Her friend's soft touch caused goose bumps to run up and down her arms, and Mariel must have noticed because when she was done she ran her hand down Pip's bare arm.

Pip watched as Mariel pulled two more straps out and realized her ankles would be next. Mariel moved around to the floor in front of her, and Pip pressed her legs together. The dress, short as it was when she was standing, was even shorter seated. It ran only a quarter of the way down her thigh now, and Pip had to hold her knees together to keep from flashing her friend. She really had no idea how much coverage her panties would offer in this position.

Mariel pulled one of her ankles up, and attached the strap to it, and then began attaching the other end of the strap, not to her other ankle, but to one of the chair legs! This wasn't one of those narrow chairs from the Tavern, either, that were designed to be as narrow as possible so as to fit the maximum number of patrons into the establishment. This was a soldier's chair, short, wide, and sturdily constructed. The chair legs were at least a good two feet apart, and as Mariel began attaching the strap to her other ankle Pip worried about being able to keep her knees together. Mariel was stealing glances at her legs as she worked, and her breathing appeared to have quickened as well. Was she enjoying this? As Mariel pulled her ankle to the other chair leg, Pip's knees parted momentarily, and she saw Mariel's lips part. She pulled her knees closed again, and almost swore she saw disappointment in Mariel's face as she finished fastening her ankle in place.

Mariel stood to examine her, and Pip could only imagine how she looked. Her top barely clung to her shoulders, her dress had ridden up far too high, and she was clutching her knees together with her ankles spread wide.

Hood returned, and looked at her handiwork. "Very nice, I could swear you've done this before," he said, smiling. There was the Hood she knew, joking whenever he could. "Now your turn, come here Mariel." Hood grabbed a second chair, and set it at the face of a bed about ten feet in front of Pip, facing her. Mariel sat and he took four more straps out of the satchel.

Her turn? What the hell? She's supposed to be evaluating, not participating. What possible reason could he have for binding her?

Hood glanced at her, then spoke to Mariel. "Your friend is confused, Mariel, why don't you explain?"

After a brief pause, she did. "Pip, one of the dangers of this mission is that you are traveling with companions and friends that are not trained in intelligence. While they know only the part of the information an enemy might want, they can also be used as collateral against you. An enemy who captures you and one of your crew would undoubtedly threaten harm against them to influence you. I myself might be captured and used in such a manner, so Hood felt it appropriate to make sure you wouldn't be swayed by sympathy for another.

As reasonable as it sounded, Pip couldn't help but stare in amazement as her friend's hands and feet were bound in a similar fashion to her own. Mariel's dress, unlike her own, stopped just above her knees, so Mariel didn't have to keep her legs closed. There was something enticingly erotic about seeing her friend like that, and Pip could only imagine the view her friend had of herself, even more scantily clothed. Mariel couldn't seem to take her eyes off of her, so Pip knew she must be a sight indeed. With Mariel's arms tied behind her back, her breasts were thrust out firmly against the dress, and Pip could see her friend's nipples standing stiff under the fabric. It was such a nice sight that Pip had to remind herself of the seriousness of her situation and try to steel herself for what might be to come. She was determined to show no weakness, but she couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from Mariel.

When he was done, Hood tossed the satchel onto one of the other beds and walked over to stand before Pip. She didn't look up at him, just stared straight ahead, acting defiant. Unfortunately, staring straight ahead meant staring at his crotch, and before she could stop she found herself wondering if all of his body parts were correspondingly as large as he was. She squinted her eyes, trying to lose the thought, when he bent forwards and gabbed her chair by the sides. His face was inches from hers, and he stared into her eyes for a moment, seemingly searching into her. Steadying his grip, he pulled her chair forward a foot, creating a cap between her chair and the bed behind her. Which he proceeded to step into and seat himself behind her.

"Piiiiiiiip" he whispered softly, menacingly. He leaned forward and his mouth was right next to her ear. She could feel his warmth as he remained there. Again, "Piiiiiiip." When she didn't answer the second time his palm smacked the bare skin of her thigh, the slap echoing loudly in the chamber. 

"Yes?" she replied, stunned. 

"Do you see your friend over there, Pip?"

"Yes."

"You will tell me all about your mission here in Icecrown. And until you do, your friend there is going to endure everything right along with you. You've been trained to endure a lot, I'm sure, but has she? How much will she be able to take before she breaks? What will be the look in her eye when she caves under the pressure and knows you could have prevented it? How much will you put her through before you tell me what I want to hear?"

Pip knew where he was going with this, but had never faced this particular kind of situation. Surely he wasn't going to be as rough as he was implying, and to Mariel? Sure, Mariel had proven herself in battle, but she also retained her youthful lightheartedness. How much could she actually endure?

Hood stood and walked over to Mariel, pulling her away from the bed as he had Pip. Sitting behind her, he leaned forward and whispered something into her ear. Mariel stiffened slightly. He whispered again, and she seemed to be holding back. He whispered a third time and she bit her lip, nodding hesitantly. Hood leaned in further and pulled her earlobe between his lips, causing her to gasp. Standing up, he walked back over and sat behind Pip.

She felt his warm breath on her exposed neck as his lips moved close, just like he had done to Mariel. "How does she look, Pip? Sexy, isn't it?"

Pip understood the tactic. He would mix pleasure and plain, playing both the aggressor and sympathizer. Sure, he was being pleasant now, but the aggressor would show himself soon enough. She also knew that one of the first steps would be to get her to answer uncomfortable questions, with the idea that she would be more willing to answer sensitive questions later as he broke down her resistances.

She refused to answer.

He closed his hands around her wrists, behind the chair, and held tightly, whispering into her ear again. "You know, I only instructed her to get two peasant's dresses. She's the one who picked this particular dress for you, and I can't say I blame her. You look absolutely delicious, Pip." Mariel was obviously thinking the same, since she kept her eyes roving over Pip's body. "But doesn't Mariel look nice in what she picked out as well? Doesn't that tight body of hers look amazing in that thin dress? Look at those nipples of hers, Pip, sticking straight up through the material. She's excited, you know. You like the way she's looking at you, don't you Pip?"

Oh my god, he was practically reading her mind. Mariel was obviously turned on by this, and she could only imagine how sensitive the girl's nipples were sticking up like that. But she showed none of this on her face, she had to maintain control, and not give him anything. Her body was already fighting against her, though. She could feel her breath deepen, and her heart raced inside her chest.

"Do you want to know what I asked her that finally made her answer me? I asked her if watching you like this turned her on. If watching your beautiful breasts through this thin dress as they rose and fall affected her. If seeing your legs spread so wide and knowing you were helpless to do anything made her hot. That was the question she could not resist.

"So now I'm going to ask you, Pip. Does Mariel look beautiful like that, tied up but eager, wanting more? Does the way her dress hangs down over her breasts make you just wish it would slip down off one of her shoulders and reveal a bit more? Look at her, she can't even take her eyes off of you, Pip."

His lips moved closer to her ear. "You're excited, aren't you Pip? Your nipples are standing up even more than Mariel's, and she can see them. Ooo she's staring at them even now, look at the desire in her eyes, it's like she's entranced. I bet she'd like to see more. Let's see what reaction we get when I do this-"

Hood reached around with one hand, and pulled on the drawstring just above her breasts. When it came undone the dress sagged on her further, barely clinging to her shoulders, and pulled apart in the middle, right down the center of her cleavage. Pip could feel how the dress had shifted, but never took her eyes off of Mariel. Hood was right, the poor girl gasped as she saw more of Pip's flesh, and was like a deer caught in torchlight.

Pip shivered imperceptibly, hoping Hood didn't notice. She could feel her composure slipping away and she had to hold it together.

Again a whisper. "Piiiip. She's turning you on, isn't she? That look in her eyes, her slightly parted lips, you can practically feel her eyes on your breasts, can't you? Caressing your curves, exploring you, gazing longingly over those pert nipples of yours." 

Pip stiffened, then cursed herself for it. Yes! She could feel it, but there was no way she was going to admit such in front of Mariel.

"Ooh, that's it, isn't it? You don't just want her to see you, you want her to feel you." Then, as the barest of a whisper, the question came. "You want her to suck on those sensitive nipples of yours, don't you Pip?"

Her head was spinning, she could feel herself blush, and wanted so badly to admit it, to admit how much she was turned on right now, how incredibly amazing it would be to have Mariel's lips wrap themselves around one of her sensitive nipples, but she couldn't. She had to fight this. The words wanted so much to come out, and she bit her lip to prevent them from doing so.

Hood saw this, and his response was smooth. "That's all the response I needed." His lips closed over her earlobe and he sucked on it gently. She could feel the warmth of his tongue as he toyed with it, pulling it into his mouth. Her back arched a bit in response and she stiffened when she felt the dress slip slightly further open. 

Hood stood after a moment and walked back over behind Mariel. As he turned to sit Pip could see a large bulge in his pants. He was enjoying this test far more than he should, damn him.

Leaning in, he whispered again into Mariel's ear, who shifted a bit in her seat in response. He whispered more and her toes started squirming, but she said nothing. He whispered a question, and she shook her head slightly. He whispered again and she shook her head, even more slightly. He lowered his head and kissed down her bare neck, out and across her shoulder. Pip could see the girl's breathing become rapid, her breasts heaving. With one last kiss Hood pushed the gown off one of her shoulders. Mariel gasped and looked down, where most of her breast right down to the top of her areola was revealed. With the tie undone, the fabric was just hanging there, held in place primarily by her stiff nipple. Hood's lips returned to her ear and he whispered his question once more. This time Mariel responded with a fast nod, her eyes returning to Pip.

Hood seemed as if he was about to stand but looked down at her and leaned in to whisper to Mariel again. Mariel's eyes widened as they moved directly to Pip's lap. Pip realized with a shock that her knees had parted and had begun spreading. The pair were staring directly at the tiny bit of fabric covering her pussy! She pulled her knees tightly together, but her thighs were getting tired and she was having a harder time keeping them so. How much had they seen? Her dress was steadily riding up as she sat like this, and already ended right at her panty line. Even with her knees together Pip knew they could probably still see up her dress.

Hood whispered another question, and Mariel nodded again, much more vigorously this time. Standing, he walked back toward her, now sporting a massive hardon under his pants. He took position behind Pip again, leaning in to her ear. "Oh you naughty girl. I don't know where in Azeroth those could possibly be passed off as panties, but they had their desired affect on your poor friend there.

"I asked her, for your sake, if she would like to see these beautiful breasts of yours, to feel them, to play with them, but she was hesitant at first. I could tell she wanted to, but she seemed afraid to admit it. So I asked her if she wanted me to show them to her, but she was still hesitant. You'd like that, wouldn't you Pip? You'd like me to show her your tits, just so that you could see the look on her face as she sees, just so you could see her reaction, wouldn't you?"

Oh god how Pip wanted that, Mariel was already squirming in her seat wondering what naughty things he must be whispering into her ear, and her dress was steadily riding up her legs as well. The top was precariously hanging from her breast, just barely covering it, and Pip could see a generous amount of flesh. Pip cursed her body for working so hard to betray her. She could feel herself getting wet already, and no matter what she did she could not bring her breathing back under control.

When he didn't get an answer, Hood's lips kissed her neck hotly, trailing wet kisses down the full length to her shoulder, then kissing outwards. Too late she remembered where he was going with this. Her dress was far more loose at top than Mariel's, and she had no clue what would happen if he slipped it over her shoulder, where it was already barely hanging. What would Mariel think of her, allowing him to show herself to her friend like this? His lips reached the tip of her dress and with a light kiss he pushed it over the crest of her shoulder. 

Unlike Mariel's dress, Pip's had a lot more slack. She felt, in horror, as it slid all the way down her arm past her elbow, the flap in front falling free with it, sliding over her nipple and dropping down further, exposing her whole breast nearly half of the other, while eliciting an audible moan from Mariel, who stared straight at her. As it had fallen, Pip scooted down in her chair, trying to stop the fall, but felt too late as her dress slid up and over her hips. She could not hold her knees together in this position, but had them spread a full foot apart, hiding nothing from Mariel. She was about to scoot back up in the chair when she felt how close the other part of her top was to falling itself, and she froze in that position.

This can't be happening, Pip thought. She could feel not just Mariel but Hood's eyes on her as well. Roving over her naked breast, her exposed cleavage, and her scantily-covered pussy. Oh my god just the feel of their eyes on her was making her so wet, and her body literally throbbed with excitement. She knew she had to regain some kind of control but how could she? Every nerve in her body was betraying her, but she had to hold on somehow.

She felt his mouth return to her ear. "You have to admit, this feels good, doesn't it Pip?" When she didn't answer he warned her. "You're going to answer me, or I'm going to do even more to you, right now, with her watching." 

Caught off guard by the sudden seriousness in his tone, she nodded her head.

His voice was suddenly friendly again. "This is a lot more enjoyable than you thought it'd be, isn't it Pip?" 

Again she nodded.

"But it's so not fair, Mariel can see so much of you and you can see so little of her. Would you like to see more of her beautiful body, Pip?" She hesitated. "Piiiip?"

She nodded. As he stood and walked back to Mariel she realized too late that he was going to tell her what she had just said. He did. As he whispered it into her ear Mariel's eyes grew wide and she shook her head. 

His mouth moved around to her other ear and began kissing down her neck. She tried shaking her head again but melted under the feel of his tongue on her neck. As he reached her other shoulder she was thrusting her breasts forwards eagerly, her head tossed back. His lips closed down finally on the small bit of fabric that was hanging from her shoulder, looked up at Pip, and bit it in his teeth. He pulled it a good two inches from her shoulder and released. With her back arched like that, there was nothing to stop the downward movement of the fabric, and both women gasped aloud as the entire top of Mariel's dress fell to her waist. Her breasts sprang free while she pressed them forwards wantonly, and they were every bit as beautiful as Pip had imagined. Large round areolae were tipped with pert nipples that could not help but show her excitement.

She tilted her head back up and looked down at her nakedness, groaning loudly as she saw the sight she presented to Pip. Pip couldn't help but stare, Mariel's breasts were beautiful, and stood out proudly just begging for attention. Somewhere in all of this Hood had removed his shirt, and his muscular chest was now peeking out from behind her friend. Pip's legs spread of their own will, and both of her friends had their eyes locked on her. She was lost. She wanted to sit up and cover herself, but she also wanted to spread her legs wider and invite their gaze. Se wanted them to stop looking at her like that, but she also wanted them to do more to her. 

"Look at her, Mariel," Hood said, loud enough for Pip to overhear. "Look at that breast, isn't it beautiful?" Mariel didn't seem to realize he was no longer whispering, and nodded her head. "Doesn't that just make your mouth water, and make your tongue squirm around in your mouth?" Again, she nodded, it not registering that Pip could hear the questions she was nodding her answers to. "Oooo look at those panties. Look at how wet Pip is, you know she's wet for you, Mariel." Her friend groaned aloud at his words, staring at her.




Interrogation



Pip looked down at herself. She hadn't realized just how wet she'd gotten... what little there was to her panties was completely soaked and the outline of her pussy lips was clearly visible through the light fabric. She groaned herself at the sight. She could feel how quickly her self control was evaporating. Hood's next set of questions to Mariel didn't help.

"Would you like to see more of Pip? Would you like me to show you that other gorgeous breast of hers, so that you can imagine how nice it would be to hold them in your hands, squeeze them, play with them, taste them?"

"Oh god yes..." Mariel breathed.

Hood stood up and walked behind Pip. She could feel the heat of his chest against her arms as he leaned in to her neck again. 

"You know, this can all end right here, right now, if you just tell me what your mission in Icecrown is," he whispered, softly. She snapped out of it for a moment. She'd almost forgotten why she was here. She steeled herself as best she could and shook her head.

"Oh well."

Hood grabbed the hair right at the back of Pip's head and tilted her head back. She looked up into his face just as his lips came down to hers. His tongue spread her lips and he kissed her deeply, passionately. She couldn't tell if the loud groan she heard was hers or Mariel's, or both, but he supported her head in his hands and kissed her for a good long time, savoring it. When he pulled away she wasn't quite sure where she was, nor did she have the strength to lift her head back up completely. Almost as if in a haze, she felt his hands wrap around her body and felt the front of her shirt move. What happened next snapped her back to reality. Using both hands, he tore the front of her dress completely in two, all the way down to the hem. She squealed and looked down as it slid from her body and fell to the floor, held only around her wrists by the arm slots.

Pip's breasts quivered before her eyes, And she could feel how sensitive they had become. Hood seemed to read her mind again, and his hands wrapped around her body once more, closing over each of her breasts, tenderly massaging them in his grasp. 

"Ahhhhh," Pip gasped, unable to hold back. Mariel reacted similarly at the sight, and Pip could feel Hood's teeth close down over the skin of her neck as he sucked on her skin while looking down between her breasts. He was merciless. He squeezed and fondled, much to Mariel's viewing pleasure, and pinched and tugged on her nipples, much to Pip's delight.

After several minutes of this, Hood said in an even tone for both women to hear, "Now, turnabout's fair play, wouldn't you say, Pip?"

"Definitely," came the reply, making Mariel's eyes fly open wide.

Mariel's attention then focused on something behind Pip and she looked over her shoulder just as Hood stepped out of his pants, a small thin loincloth the only thing keeping what appeared to be massively hard cock from springing free. Both women moaned as he strode across the room to Mariel.

Hood knelt to Mariel's side and Pip noticed that her dress had buttons up the side, unlike the one she had been given. None too gently, Hood started at the top and began ripping a few at time, buttons popping off and rolling across the floor. As he neared the bottom, Mariel squirmed, trying to slow him down. Pip wasn't sure why until he ripped the last few off. He let the dress hang where it was, just draped over her front, with a long opening down her side. An opening that Pip realized wasn't interrupted by any straps... Mariel was naked beneath her dress. Hood knelt on her other side and when she didn't lift up he pinched her ass, making her lift up the tiniest bit. He took that moment and ripped the remnants of the dress away. Mariel seemed to lack the strength to close her legs, and Pip stared at her friend's beautifully shaved pussy, glistening with some of the same wetness that coated Pip's own lips.

Hood leaned down beside her friend, and looked at her. "So what do you think, Pip? Mariel's good enough to eat, isn't she?"

"Mmmmmm hm hm hm..." she pouted, pulling at her restraints.

"No, I'll show you 'Mmmm.'" He leaned forward and with eyes with disbelief Pip watched as she sucked one of Mariel's tits right into his mouth. He didn't even use his hands, just his mouth, and he sucked passionately and intensely.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Mariel couldn't help but cry out.

Hood knew exactly what to do, and when he pulled his head away Pip saw that her nipple was now bright pink, almost red at the tip, and she could feel how sensitive it must be. She realized her turn would be next and while some part deep inside her was trying to hold onto some semblance of control she didn't care, she wanted it. Her eyes were practically begging for him to come and do the same to her nipples, please, please, please!

She was so focused she didn't see him untie Mariel's feet until she stood up with him, her hands still bound behind her back, and he walked her over until the two stood right before her. Mariel's breasts and pussy looked even more beautiful up close, and the heat from Hood's nearly naked body was driving her crazy. The two knelt on either side of her, and she felt Hood's hand on her bare thigh. Mariel tried to lean forward but Hood reached up and stopped her. Nooo! Please let her, Pip thought.

"Say it, Pip."

God no, she thought, don't make me beg for it, dammit! She was so worked up she felt like she would explode the moment someone touched her, but where was all this training of hers? That little voice of self control was almost drowning in the background of what her body was screaming for right now.

"Mmhhhh," she squeaked. 

"Say it, Pip."

Oh please, her mind was shouting in turmoil. Somebody touch me please right now before I scream! Touch me, suck me, just do something before I go crazy! Finally her desires won out.

"Pleeeeeeeease..." she moaned lustfully.

Both heads moved down in unison and Pip about jumped out of the chair as both mouths closed over her ultra-sensitive nipples at the same time.

"Auuuuughhhhhhhhhh!" she cried aloud, as neither of them held back. The sensation of having both of her titties sucked at the same time, in different directions, was more than she'd expected. She arched her back as far as she could, willing her breasts deeper into their mouths. One was tender and insistent, and the other strong and powerful. She threw her head back in ecstasy as they spent long minutes sucking, licking, and toying with her breasts. It almost felt like a competition between the two, as to who could make her moan louder.

When they finally released, she slumped back into the chair, breathing hard and in no mood to keep these ties on her legs. Hood was already ahead of her and released both of her ankles, which only spread wider once freed. She looked to one side and saw Mariel's wet lips and heaving breasts, and to the other side to see the head of Hood's cock already breaking free from it's confines, eagerly reaching for the naked beauty before it.

With the flick of his wrist Hood snapped the tender straps of her panties and stood her up. Her legs were weak, so he supported her, and the two looked down at her panties. They had been so soaked that even without the straps they clung to her wet lips. Mariel grabbed one of the hanging straps and pulled down, eliciting a deep moan from Pip as the fabric slipped along her pussy as it came off. They fell to the floor, and Pip stood there on shaky legs, completely naked. Hood stood at her side, with one arm around her back for support. Mariel crawled around behind him and in one practiced motion slid the last remnant of his clothes off. 

Pip gasped as she saw the long cock remain pointed up in the air at her, throbbing gently. Her legs weakened further and he stepped in front of her, holding her with both arms now. She felt so safe, so secure, and so loved at that moment. The look in Hood's eyes told her how much he wanted her, and it was intoxicating. 

"Unnnhhh," she moaned, feeling her breasts pressed against his chest and his cock as it throbbed gently against her belly. She melted in his arms and felt him lifting her up higher. She wrapped her arms around his neck for support, and felt one of his powerful arms reached down under her knee and lift her leg, spreading her wide open as he lifted it up all the way and locked it over his elbow. This was such a naughty position, she thought. If Mariel hadn't seen it all before, there was nothing left to her imagination now. He did the same with her other leg, spreading her incredibly wide. Both of her knees were up by her breasts now, wide apart, and she could feel her clit resting right on his shaft, coating it with her juices.

She knew she should stop now, knew this was going too far, but she wanted it far too much, and wanted it even more knowing Mariel was somewhere down there watching what was about to happen. Oh, that thought sent a shiver down her spine again. She sooo very much wanted to see Mariel's naked body again, but couldn't take her eyes off Hood, as he spread her like this.

Hood lowered her body slightly, causing her clit to glide down the full length of his cock, and the sensation drove her wild. She arched her hips, which seemed to be his goal, and he pulled her back up and lowered again, this time his cock massaging the full length of her slit, coating it with her juices and making both of them moan in delight. He lifted her once more, high up, and she felt his cock pop out from between them, and rest itself right at her dripping wet opening. Somewhere, deep down, one final voice shouted that if there was going to be any turning back, it would have to be now. She didn't listen.

Hood's mouth closed over hers and as his tongue slide into her she pushed herself down in his arms, forcing just the head of his hard cock right up into her. 

"Auuuuughhhhhhh," she cried, feeling it spread her lips wide open. Somewhere she heard Mariel moan, and knew she must be down below looking at that big cock split her open. Hood squeezed her breasts to his chest as he kissed her deeply, and then lowered her onto his cock. Inch by inch, she felt it driving deeper and deeper into her tunnel. Every vein, every ridge, she could feel it all as he pushed farther into her willing body. It seemed to go on forever, until she felt herself bottom out on him, the head of his cock pressing up against her cervix. She felt sooo full, and she loved it.

"Oh my god, that is soooo deep!" Mariel's voice breathed loudly.

Still kissing her deeply, Hood lifted her back up in his arms, until just the head of his cock remained in her, then dropped her back down, her weight forcing his cock all the way in to the hilt in one swift motion. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she screamed. Her juices coated his entire length, and as he lifted her and dropped her back onto his shaft once more the only resistance offered was the tightness of her pussy around his cock. Again he did it, so very deep. And again, all the way in. Again, making her gasp for breath. She broke their kiss and looked down, but could only see her glistening breasts as they rubbed up and down his chest with each deep stroke. She tilted her head back and he increased his tempo, fucking her faster now. 

"Ohhh Piiiiip," he groaned, holding her tightly. "Oh you are so beautiful. Hold onto me Pip, hold onto me tightly, because I am so going to fuck you hard right now."

Before he even finished speaking he tripled the speed at which he was entering her, pounding up into her repeatedly and mercilessly, bouncing her wildly atop his cock while she struggled to hold on. She was spread soooo wide, the cool air tickling her ass as he rammed deep up into her pussy over and over. She held her breath, closed her eyes, squeezed him tightly, and got lost in the sensation of him fucking her so fast from below. He had every bit of her now, his cock taking her pussy, her titties rubbing up against his bare chest, her entire being focused on what he was doing to her body. She could feel her orgasm approaching. She could practically see it her eyes were closed so tightly. 

"Ohh... Ohhhh... Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned, as it neared. 

Suddenly he stopped, buried deep inside her. "No, not yet!" she begged aloud, but as she looked into his eyes she saw him smiling. He wasn't ready for her to cum yet. 

"Pleeeease," she begged, "don't stop, please?"

He lowered her legs, his cock still inside her, and she lacked the strength to keep herself propped up on him. He bent over and she felt his cock slide wetly from her body.

"Nooooo..." she moaned. 

Turning her around, he lifted one of her legs again, just as before, and locked it over his elbow. She was facing away from him and had no clue what he was doing. He guided her arms up and behind his head, and she laced her fingers behind his neck. By the time he lifted her other leg she knew what he was doing. He lifted her up again, and they were almost in the same position as before, but she was now facing away from him. His cock, so hard and wet, she could feel rubbing against her spread open slit. She arched her back slightly the opposite direction and was rewarded with the feeling of him sliding all the way deep back up inside of her. 

"Yessss!" she cried.

Again, he started off with slow, deep strokes, penetrating all the way to her core. With each thrust she let out a whimper. This felt sooooo nice and she quickly began losing herself in the sensations again. She leaned her head back on one of his shoulders and he kissed her cheek, ear, and neck as she slowly plunged that thick long cock all the way inside her time and again.

Pip's pussy was in heaven, being spread so wide and filled so deeply. She wanted this to last forever but wanted to be cumming right now at the same time. 

With her hands laced behind his neck, her tits were forced obscenely forwards, and the cool air flowed over her bare breasts, her naked body, and her bare clit, making her moan lewdly. She was so exposed, so spread, so naked at that moment, she thought briefly of what a wonderful view Mariel must have of her, getting fucked like this. Her tits were bouncing freely as Hood picked up his pace, fucking her with greater zeal. This position was just so obscenely naughty she felt as if she had never been more naked than she right now, on display like this. 

Mariel must have been overwhelmed as well, because the next thing Pip felt was her soft lips closing down on one of Pip's breasts.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" she practically screamed, caught off guard by the new sensation. Mariel must have seen her arching her back and thrusting her tits out like that, and figured she was begging her to suck them. It hadn't occurred to her actually, until Mariel acted on it, but she was so glad that Mariel did. She forced her breasts forward more, willing Mariel to take them, lick them, suck them, to make love to her exposed body.

And that Mariel did. Wrapping both hands around Pip's breast, she sucked on the nipple wildly as Pip was bounced up and down in Hood's arms. Every so often Hood would thrust so deeply that her nipple was pulled from her friend's mouth, and that too was an amazing sensation. 

Mariel soon switched from one nipple to the other, seemingly intoxicated with Pip's sensitive tits. She was groaning loudly as she sucked her friend, working so hard to bring Pip pleasure. Pip felt every bit of it, too. To be impaled like this from behind, and have her close friend sucking so insistently on the sensitive points of her nipples, was just more than Pip was prepared for, and she felt her orgasm building again.

Mariel moaned as she sucked, and Pip could only imagine where Mariel's fingers must be at that moment. Probably pounding away deep inside of herself while she did this to her friend, that was sooo naughty!

Pip's breathing deepened, and her moans got louder. She felt Mariel release her breasts, and knew that this must be too much for the poor girl. She could still hear her moans, and knew she must be lying nearby fingering herself wildly while watching the action, while watching her. 

Hood's speed increased again, and he was fucking her at a nice pace now, one that she knew wouldn't take long to push her over the edge.

"Yess... Yesss... Ohhh yess... Ahhh..." she moaned with each thrust.

She closed her eyes tightly, seeing flashes of color as Hood pounded her from behind. She could hear him breathing hard now, too, and hoped that they would cum together. Oh she wanted to feel his cum so badly. That thought shot through her body like lightning, from her nipples to her toes, and she knew she wouldn't last much longer.

"Ohhh I'm sooooooo close," she breathed into his ear. She had meant for only him to hear it, for it to be a special moment between the two of them, but Mariel must have heard it, because the next thing that happened blew her mind completely.

Spread wide open like that, with her knees high in the air and her tits pointed straight out... she felt Mariel's hot mouth close down over her exposed clit, and suck on it!

"OOHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSS!" Pip screamed aloud. 

Hood must have felt Mariel between their legs, and known exactly where her mouth was, because he picked that moment to triple the speed of his thrusts again, pounding wildly up into Pip's dripping wet slit. 

Pip started seeing stars, overcome with the sensations washing through her body. Hood was fucking her mercilessly, thrusting so hard and so deep with each thrust, stabbing up into her with his huge cock, TAKING this orgasm from her body with or without her permission. Then to combine with that Mariel's gentle mouth sucking so lavishly at her clit, her tongue teasing the little nub in a way that only a woman would know how to... it was all too much!

Pip's orgasm slammed into her tight body, making her thrash about wildly in Hood's arms. Her muscles were straining, spasming, clutching as her two friends pushed her mercilessly through the strongest and most powerful orgasm of her life.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" was all she could get out, all of her attention focused on what that massive cock and loving tongue were doing to her most intimate of places. Her orgasm pushed through her again, and again, as unrelenting as her two friends were being right now. 

She could feel more than hear a long squeal burst from Mariel's lungs, and knew that her friend was cumming too, fingering herself silly while never stopping the tongue bath she was giving Pip. 

With glossy eyes she turned her face to Hood, who kissed her deeply as she felt him tense up and groan loudly. He thrust his cock deep into her and held it there. Even without him moving she felt his cock spasming inside her pussy. She felt his hot cum shoot up inside her, again and again, and that sensation alone pushed her through yet another orgasm, before she had even come down from the last. She wanted to moan but could not even breath. All of her muscles stretched to their limit, and she just let it have it's way with her. Her pussy spasmed, and she could feel it squeezing Hood's cock, milking it for all the cum it could get. 

Mariel, lovingly, had slowed but never stopped her licking, and as Pip slowly came down from her orgasm she could feel Hood's cock very slowly sliding in and out of her. His gentle strokes were keeping her in dreamland as long as possible, as her pussy clenched again and again at him. 

The aftershocks seemed to go on forever, and all Pip could do was collapse there in Hood's arms and ride them out. She didn't know how much time passed before she felt him lay her down on one of he beds. She just lay there for many minutes, recovering from what had happened.

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She didn't even know if she had dozed off, but as she started coming out of it, she felt the bed moving gently, and heard a gasp. She pried her eyes open and there before her was Mariel, biting her lip. She knelt facing Pip, just two feet away. Her elbows were resting on the mattress while her knees were on the floor, and Hood was behind her, licking her out. Pip wasn't sure if Hood put Mariel there, or if she was just getting off by watching Pip while he did that, or both, but she was obviously enjoying it.




Interrogation



Pip rolled onto her side, propped her head up on her elbow, and watched the scene. Hood's hands were on Mariel's hips, spreading them wide, and his tongue was working some kind of wonders on her slit from the looks of it. Mariel just stared at her, gasping at the sensations pouring though her body. Her hands clutched at the sheets, and her breasts hung down, nipples gently rubbing against the bed.

Without saying a word or even breaking eye contact, Mariel reached out and grabbed one of Pip's hands, pulling it her dangling breasts. Pip sighed as she felt her friend's soft breast in her hand, imagining what her friend must be feeling right now. Mariel's nipple was like a toy in her fingers, every pinch and pull brought reactions from her squirming body.

Pip watched in amazement as Mariel ground her hips back against Hood's face, rubbing her pussy up and down as he ate her. She couldn't tell if her friend was building to an orgasm or coming down from one, she was just glossy-eyed and riding the waves of pleasure as they came. That position looked so good, and Pip found herself wishing that it was her instead.

Mariel seemed overcome having Pip watch her and fondle her, so much so that she reached out a hand and pulled Pip's lips to her own, kissing her insistently, longingly. Pip had only ever been kissed by one other woman, but it could not be compared to this. Every fiber in Mariel's being wanted Pip to share in her pleasure, and Pip could feel that desire.

Holding her in the kiss, Mariel pulled at her hips. Pip scooted a bit closer, but she pulled again. She shifted even closer, but Mariel was pulling Pip closer to the edge of the bed. Only after her legs started sliding off the bed did Pip realize what her friend wanted. One more push was all it took, and she was now hanging off the bed in an identical position to Mariel, side by side, locked in that kiss.

With Mariel's tongue toying with her own, and Mariel's hand gripping her one of her sensitive tits as well, Pip was oblivious to all else, until Hood took notice behind her. The first warning she got was his tongue licking all the way up her wet slit, from her clit all the way up to her ass, and then back down. She gasped in Mariel's mouth as he did it again, flattening out his tongue and wetly licking up every single inch of her womanhood with that marvelous tongue. She could practically feel every taste bud as he lapped at her from behind.

He placed his hands on her ass, and spread her cheeks wide, arching her back a bit to give him greater access. He circled the tip of his tongue around her clit a few times, making her squeal, then curled his tongue into a hook and dragged it deeply between her increasingly-wet pussy lips. With each pass of his tongue he invaded her deeper, stronger. His hands squeezed at her ass as he took great pleasure in what he was doing to her from behind.

Like Mariel before, she was now grasping at the sheets, riding wave after wave of pleasure as his tongue explored her most intimate of places. He was mercilessly thorough, and no bit of her pussy went unloved. For many minutes he licked up and down each side of her pussy lips, then sucked them into his mouth, then circled over her clit, then bathed her whole bottom with a single long lick. What hit her the most were the times he would stretch his tongue out long and hard, and slide it deep up inside her. He twisted and curled and danced his tongue around deep inside of her and all she could do was hold on for the ride.

Mariel's moans beside her told Pip that her friend was being finger-fucked at the same time, both women pushing back at him to deepen their pleasure.

Pip had her eyes closed when she heard Mariel get up and walk across the room. She opened them and watched the naked form of her friend as she grabbed something from the far bed, and walked back toward her. Pip's eyes devoured Mariel's nakedness, and although she wouldn't say it, she eagerly wanted to pay back Mariel for the pleasure she had gotten earlier.

Mariel was carrying a plain white bath towel, and Pip only noticed it as she handed it to Hood, who had apparently sent her for it. His tongue slid from her body, eliciting more of a plea than a moan, and she shivered wondering what he wanted the towel for. Mariel sat up on the bed off to the side, on her knees, with her legs under her, and toyed with her nipples as she watched Hood.

Pip herself looked back to see as he slid the towel under her hips, wrapping it around below her waist. She thought perhaps she knew what he was doing as he grabbed the ends with both hands and pulled it right back against her hips, towards him. She was sure when she felt the head of his cock poking around the entrance of her pussy. She barely had a moment to prepare before he shoved all the way up inside her in a single thrust.

"Ohhhhh!" she cried, her whole body bounced with the impact. 

He slid most of the way back out, grabbed tightly on the towel, and yanked backwards on it while thrusting in again.

"Ohhhhfu-" she cried out again. WIth the help of the towel he had pushed so deep into her, so fast, that her body quivered with anticipation for the next thrust.

"You can say it, Pip. Finish that sentence." He fucked into her again.

"Ohhmmmmmm."

"Don't hold back, Pip, surely you've learned that by now, baby. Don't... hold... back." He performed two deep thrusts in quick succession, catching her off guard.

"Ohhhhhfuuuuck!" she gasped.

"Mmmm baby, that's what I like to hear."

Out to the tip again, then all the way back in! Pip gasped, moaned, and whimpered each time he fucked into her like that. It was all Pip could to to hold still and keep from being bounced off the bed. As his tempo increased she clawed at the sheet, breathing so deeply and moaning constantly.

"Fuuuuck yessssssss."

Pip was so lost in her own sensations, in fact, that she didn't even feel Mariel moving on the bed until her friend's tongue slipped right into her mouth. Mariel toyed with her tongue, then sucked hungrily at it. Hood eased the strength of his trusts while watching the kiss, and instead twisted his cock around each time it was buried to the hilt.

"Lie down, Mariel, you're getting in the way." Hood said from behind her, then had an idea. "Better yet, scoot down sideways here, give Pip something to focus her attention on."

Mariel pulled her face away, and Pip saw a wicked look in her eye. She lay down sideways on the bed with her breasts now spread wide for Pip's viewing pleasure. Mariel slid both hands down to her pussy, and began touching herself as Hood once again picked up the pace. 

Pip was being fucked hard once again, and was loving it. Marie was still watching all of the action, but inched herself closer and closer until one of her breasts was right before Pip, offering it up. Pip stared at the globe, moving slightly with each shake of the bed. It looked so inviting and delicious, and Hood's actions behind her were making her lightheaded already.

He leaned forward and whispered, slowly, "Lick that beautiful nipple, Pip. Suck on your friend while I watch."

No, she thought, she had already given in too much today. It was one thing to be taken like this, but quite another to actively make it happen. There was no way she would give him the satisfaction of knowing he'd broken her. Yet, even as she said the words, she felt her resistance melting away. She wanted to fight, to deny him this, to show she was still in control of herself, but the look on Mariel's beautiful face was practically begging for it, and a deep moan escaped her lungs before she could stop it. 

"That's right, baby, just look at her. That beautiful breast would look so much nicer dangling from your lips as I fuck you like this."

Hood was merciless, and began thrusting harder, pushing her forward, again, and again, and again, until her cheek brushed against that soft pound of flesh. Mariel moaned at the contact, and Pip licked her lips. She looked into Mariel's eyes once more, and could not take it any longer. Her lips parted and closed over Mariel's large areola, the warm flesh feeling so soft to the touch as she gently rolled her tongue over it.

Mariel gasped loudly, and her hands flew to Pip's head, holding her there. Hood's thrusts made the two women bounce, but did not break the contact between them. Pip could feel her friend's need, as Mariel arched her back and forced her titties higher for her. As she began sucking she was amazed at how soft the flesh felt in her mouth, and how enjoyable it was to suck the breast all the way out to just the nipple's tip, holding that point while Mariel cried out in pleasure, then pulling it back in.

"Fuck yessssss oh Piiiip!" Mariel moaned.

Pip could feel as her senses were starting to get overloaded, and knew she would not be able to last much longer. All three of them were breathing deeply now, and Hood was showing no signs of stopping. He did, however, reach up to her shoulder and pull her mouth away from the breasts she had been suckling. Both women moaned in protest, but Hood made some gesture to Mariel and her eyes opened wide. She scooted back on the bed, propped up a few pillows, and spread her legs wide about a foot away from Pip, then started fingering herself as she watched Pip get fucked.

Pip was entranced at the sight. Mariel's naked body lay just inches away, spread wide and inviting. Her nipple still glistened from where she had been sucking it, and it was obviously more pink than it's companion. Pip shivered... I did that, she thought. Oh, and how she wanted to do it again. She looked down between Mariel's legs and could see the wetness glistening on her fingers as they pumped in and out. She imagined a similar wetness coating the long cock that was taking her from behind right now, feeling her, filling her, fucking her.

Her mind swam with such thoughts, and she could feel how close she was to cumming when Hood leaned forward and whispered into her ear again.

"You want to taste her, don't you Pip?"

She could only moan. She lacked the will power to shake her head no, but some slight bit of hesitation remained, keeping her from saying what her mind was already screaming- Yes, yes YES oh god please!

"Look at how swollen her clit is, baby. Look at how deep she's trying to push those fingers up into herself. No matter how hard she tries she'll never get them as deep as I am inside you, right... now, Pip."

Oh my god what is he doing to me? Just make me cum already, I'll do anything just keep fucking me. Her mind was spiraling downwards, and she watched as the last bit of control she had disappeared into the haze.

"Tell me, baby. Tell me how much you want to just lick all the way up Mariel's naked pussy."

Both women gasped loudly.

"Tell me right now how much you want to slide that tongue of yours deep up into her pussy, Pip."

The words poured from her mouth before she even realized she was speaking them. "Oh yes pleeeease let me lick her." She looked up into Mariel's lust-filled eyes and spoke again. "Please Mariel.... ahhh... I want to lick... ughh... I want to lick your pussssssy Mariel... ooooooh.... I just want to cum with both of you sooooo hard!"

Hearing that, Hood pulled her arms out from under her, pushing her face down to the bed. With one hand he gripped her wrists behind her back, and with the other he gathered up all of her dangling hair and PULLED her head back. No longer needing the towel, he slid her forward the last few inches that separated her from Mariel's spread legs, and Pip found herself staring up from between her friend's thighs, looking up over her heaving breasts, right into Mariel's eyes as they stared wide-eyed at what she was about to do. 

As Pip's lips parted wide, Hood THRUST up into her from behind, pushing her mouth right onto Mariel's clit. Both women jumped, and Mariel's hands flew to her tits, squeezing and tugging at them mercilessly as Pip sucked at the sensitive nub of flesh between her lips. 

Mariel went wild, thrashing on the bed, tweaking her nipples and rocking her hips against Pip's face. She must have already been so close to cumming that it hadn't taken much to push her over the edge. 

Mariel screamed out, "OHH OHH OHHHHH!! Pip!!! OH I'M CUMMMMMIIIIINNNNNNGGGG!" 

Mariel's skin grew hot to the touch as she thrashed about before her. Pip could feel her own orgasm growing rapidly, already clutching at her very core as Hood continued pounding into her from behind, TAKING her soooo fast, and sooo deep. Fucking her recklessly, wildly. He pulled back on her hair and wrists with each thrust, stabbing that hot cock all the way up inside her tight body. She couldn't move her hands, she couldn't move her hips, she could barely even breathe. Each thrust of Hood's cock into her pushed her face hard against Mariel's wet slit, and each gyration of her friend's hips caused that sensitive clit to slide around against her lips.

In one moment, all of the haze and dizziness cleared from her head, and she could literally feel every nerve ending throughout body as a massive orgasm gripped her entire being and TOOK her powerfully, just as Hood was doing from behind. She let go of Mariel's slit and tried to SCREAM out her pleasure, but wasn't even able to make a sound. Her lungs, like the rest of her body, stiffened up and FROZE in that moment! Her whole body went rigid, she couldn't breathe, she couldn't move a muscle, but she could feel every single bit of pleasure as she CAME soooo insanely hard. Hood's cock was gripped so tightly by her pussy that she heard him, almost as from a distance, as he roared out behind her, cumming inside her again and again. Her whole body began trembling and shaking as the orgasm swirled inside her. Her nipples were burning into the sheets below her, her pussy clutching and grasping at the long rod impaled deep within her. After what seemed like an eternity finally the orgasm released her muscles, still ravaging her pussy, but allowing her to gasp for air as she rode it out for as long as it would take her. 

"Aaaaaaauuuuughhhhhh! Ahhh... Ughh... Ahhhh... Ohhhh... Ah Ah Ah Ah AHHHhhhh..." came her cries.

Every bit of her body tingled and throbbed as she came down from that high. She was breathing heavily for a long time as the aftershocks coursed through her. 

Finally, when it all had passed she found herself right back where she had started, in the clutches of her lovers. She could feel Mariel stroking her face, and Hood still buried to the hilt in her pussy. He leaned forward and kissed her back, her neck, her shoulders. 

"That's my girl, baby, you are so fucking beautiful."

Within moments the feel of his lips and body caused her eyes to droop, and she fell right asleep there in his arms.

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Pip awoke slowly. It was dark outside and her body felt weak. The hearth across the room was blazing, and bathed her in soft orange light. She felt the presence of two warm bodies, which she was spooned in the middle of. Her arm was draped over the figure before her, and she could feel the soft warmth of Mariel's breast in her hand.

Pip shifted slightly, and felt the presence of Hood's cock between her legs. It was fairly hard, and the head rested right against her wet slit. She must have been squirming as she woke, because she could feel it growing harder by the second.

She couldn't believe the way this day had gone, the things they had done to her, the things she had wanted them to do. She wondered if her crew was concerned, or perhaps out looking for her right now. She stirred, attempting to get up from between her two lovers, when Hood's hand closed down over her shoulder and held her still.

"Oh no, little one. We're not done with you yet."

Pip pleaded, "No, please, I ca-" and was silenced by Hood's cock sliding deep up into her weak body in a single stroke...



Interrogation Ch. 01



Run. 

She swiftly makes her way down the narrow hallway, microchip in hand, to escape the 10+ guards who were called by the alarm. She may not be able to take them all, but she could surely out run them. She rounds the corners of the hallways with great speed and agility, being careful not to touch the walls and leave any fingerprints. After what seemed like ages she finally rounds the final corner and sees her exit. Too easy, she thought to herself.

Just as she was about to grab the door handle, she heard a soft "woosh" in the air. She felt the back of her neck and, sure enough, a small dart was sticking out. She plucked it from her neck to examine it. Shit. Suddenly, a wave of pure exhaustion overcomes her and she collapses onto her hands and knees before falling on her side. As her vision fades, two black leather boots rest inches from her face. "See you in interrogation, Agent Cassidy." 

Agent Cassidy awakes and tries to stretch, only to discover that she was restrained by various leather straps to what seemed to be an operating table. Pitch black, she couldn't even determine how big the room was, or who else could be in it. 

Step. Step. Step. Step. Her mysterious captor came close and closer until she felt his breath on her neck. 

"It's nice to see you, Agent Cassidy. I can only hope your feelings are mutual. Tell me, do you like my new chamber? It was specially made for you. Would you like to see it?" She felt like a deer in the headlights as the room was suddenly overflowing with light. Once her eyes were adjusted, she quickly looked around the room. Three brutish men were lined up along the wall, dressed in tight black shirts and cargo pants. The rest of the room was completely empty except for the big black box sitting on the small table to her left. She could only imagine what was in there...

"Agent Cassidy, you have given me a lot of grief. I paid a lot of money into the research on this microchip, and you wanted to steal it? As hurt as I am, I only have one thing to ask of you: Who paid you to attempt to steal it from me?"

She simply leered at him with a wry smile.

"Oh! That's right! You have a reputation for being impossible to break. Well allow me to be your first time." He turned to the men. "It's time, men. Let's get started."

The four men immediately walk over the black box and each pull out a pair of scissors. To her horror, they begin to cut off her cargo pants and remove them leaving here helplessly squirming in her panties. "Cut off her bra, but leave the shirt." Without lifting her shirt above her chest, they slice through the sheer fabric and remove her size 36C bra. She helplessly squirms, but remains silent with all but a few grunts. The men place their scissors on the table and stand attention. 

"Now, Agent Cassidy, this is how this is going to go. Either you tell me who sent you, or you will spend the rest of your days at my...disposal. You may speak at any time, but only if you are telling me what I need to know. And trust me, Agent Cassidy, you will by the end of the day. Ready?" Her eyes went wild as she realized he wasn't bluffing. "I'll take that as a yes."

The three men immediately begin to run their hands all over her body as she helplessly tried to loosen her restraints. Two different hands each took a breast, still clothed, and began to roughly squeeze them. She could feel her nipples being bitten and licked through the fabric as the two men squeezed harder and harder. The third man let his hand follow her legs up and down, stopping to stroke her pussy with the palm of his hand. He cut off her panties. Oh god... she thought as her body began to respond to the men's touch. The third man began to spread her lips and held up the two fingers, now covered in her juices. "Ooooh! Somebody seems to like it, Sir!" 

"NO!" she exclaimed. 

Her captor motioned for his men to back off. "What was that, Agent Cassidy? Have something to tell me?" She immediately shook her head no. She would be dead if she told. "Alright then. Boys, turn up the intensity a little bit." 

The men ripped off her shirt and began to twist and bite and rough up her breast with increasing intensity. The third man slipped his back to her pussy. She suddenly felt two fingers begin to stretch her pussy and finger her with increasing speed. She felt herself heating up as she came closer and closer to orgasm. She let out a few grunts as she continued to struggle against the harnesses. Just as she was about to reach orgasm, the third man got up and went to the bag. He came back with what appeared to be a round ball. He flicked a switch on it and slipped it into her pussy. She immediately felt the vibrations from the ball as they kept her on edge, but it wasn't enough for her to cum.

"Last chance, Agent Cassidy. Tell me who you work for, or you will not be given another opportunity for 24 hours." 

"Never!" She screamed. Immediately the third man painfully rubbed her clitoris until she arched her back. She let out a loud scream as her body was overcome with an immense heat that would not relent. The man continued to play roughly with her clit, bringing multiple orgasms. After what seemed like half an hour, the men finally backed away from the table, leaving her to whimper and gasp for air..

"Alright, Agent Cassidy, I suppose I will have to continue your punishment tomorrow." The three men exited the room, followed by her captor. "Sleep well, Agent Cassidy."



Interrogation Ch. 02



Things were going better then he had ever imagined they would. Even with the early signs, he had estimated it would take years for her to reach a level where she could be left in his quarters unmonitored. Yet now, only six months since he first saw her, she was able to move about the ship with only basic restrictions. She had to wear a hooded robe when ever she was outside of his quarters, but that was for her own protection. And his.

For a Klingon, she was quite willing to learn and obey him. She had already learned to speak Romulian and was able to cook many of his favorite Romulian cuisine. So what if her cooking never quite tasted right or that when she spoke Romulian it made her sound awkward and childish. That didn't matter to him any more and neither did any of her other failings because he knew she would improve with his help. Anyway, he loved her now.

That was the problem. I had heard stories since childhood about the barbarity and worthlessness of Klingons and had spent his entire adult life devoted to serving the empire. And now, despite all of his training, all of his discipline, and all of his preparations he had fallen in love with a woman who had once been his prisoner and was considered to be a blood enemy. If word of his unorthodox love became known, he knew it would be death for both him and her.

But everyday he found it harder and harder to keep it a secret. That's why he had arranged transport for them on the warbird Ducar. The Ducar was under the command of Ja Naro, an old friend of his since childhood. If anyone would understand him, it would be Naro. Naro had agreed to have dinner with him in his quarters in two hours so now he had to make sure everything was perfect if he was going to be able to tell him about DaKol.

"Did he say yes?" "Of course he did. I wouldn't have brought us here if I doubted he would visit us."

The doors to their quarters had barely sealed before she rushed out into the main room.

"That's wonderful. I've wanted to meet some of your friends for so long."

"Don't worry. You will. We'd better make sure everything will be ready when he gets here. Did you…"

He couldn't even finish his sentence. He could always tell when she wanted attention. She had learned long ago that if she wanted his attention, all she had to do was ask. And she usually asked in the same way every time because she knew he couldn't resist her once her clothes were off. This time though she had added to her effort by applying a Romulian glitter onto her body that made her breasts sparkle in the dim lighting.

"Do you always wear nothing under your robe, or only when I'm around?" He asked her, jokingly.

"I'm always fully dressed when I leave home, but as of late my undergarments don't fit as well so I've chosen to spend more time at home. You don't mind, do you?"

"Do I mind if you do something that makes you feel comfortable and, as a side effect, makes it easier for you to get naked? No, I don't think that bothers me."

The first time he had her strip down in his room like this, she couldn't raise her gaze off of the floor. Times had certainly changed. Now she stripped down to get his attention and would give little shows for him in the hopes of feeling his strong touch.

She could tell she was going to get what she was hoping for. He moved behind her, embraced her, and began to nibble on her neck. Her legs shook with every little kiss he gave her and her mouth twitched each time his hand rubbed lightly over the edge of her vaginal lips.

"What I need to do is make friends with a doctor so I could get him to examine you. As little as like the concept of letting another man see you naked like this, I'd like to know that he's okay." He whispered to her as he moved his hand down onto her stomach.

"You're so confident it's a him? It might be a girl you know."

"Well just have to wait and see then, won't we."

"I thought you didn't like having to wait for things?" She said, giggling at the joke at his expense.

"Oh, but now I've found ways to pass the time." He said with a coyest smile as he took one of her breasts in his hand, "Plus, I think you enjoy passing the time this way too."

"This is my favorite part of waiting." She said, as she spun around to face him.

"Shouldn't we be getting ready for Naro's visit?" He asked her as he began to undo his clothes. He knew from experience what her answer would be.

"Don't worry, it's already underway. I took the liberty of starting early so we could prepare this way together." She said as she helped to take off his pants.

"What a brilliant girl you are. That glitter isn't toxic, is it?" He asked, jokingly.

She froze in place due to his odd question. They were in the middle of stripping, why would he ask such a silly question?

"I think so… why?" She asked him a confused look on her face.

"Because I'm going to remove every bit of it, piece by piece, from your cute little breasts with my tongue." He told her with a sly smile.

"You certainly know how to please a girl, don't you?"

"We'll just have to try it and see, won't we?" He said as he lowered his face down into her breasts. She cooed as he ran his tongue in circles around her nipples but just when the tip of his tongue touched the center of her hardened nipple…

*Ding…Ding*

"Dam… I think he's early."

"Ohh…huh…What?"

"The door. I think Naro is here early. Go check on the food. Take your clothes; you can get dressed in there."

She nodded and took her robe as he jumped back into his pants. "Hang on, I'm coming." He shouted at the door.

"Oh god, I hope this goes well." He thought to himself. 



Interrogation: Daddy



I've been reading many stories about how young boys seduce their mothers. Simply put, I had not realized that many mothers already think about being with there sons, but are scared or hold back for moral purposes. This got me to thinking: if the number of mothers that, want to, thought about, or hope to, make love to their sons is so high what about fathers and daughters? After musing over the idea I came to my final conclusion, I will test my father. 

My first question to be answered is: can an 18-year-old college daughter seduce her 46 year old father. Important to note that my father is a church type man but not what I would call religious, he would however consider an affair with his daughter to have many moral repercussions. 

 My next question would be: has he thought about sex with his daughter prior to her showing sexual interest in him. Lastly, how far could his daughter push him? Harmless flirtation, kissing, oral, or intercourse; I must know if families really do encounter sexual tension and if it is wrong to act on such actions? I understand the concern for inbreeding genes, mutations and the such. I am not talking about continual incest but rather having a healthy sexual relationship with parents. Not for procreation or to start a new family but for healthy growth and bonding. The reader should note that I am open to getting married and having children, and for health purposes of future generations I do not condone having children as a result of incest. I do understand that often there is zero repercussions to the first or even second generations, however, gene mixing is a part of evolution and is healthy for mankind, I stand behind this. 

Can sexual relationships with your parent be healthy? Is it natural? Why does religion repress these feelings? Can these negative feelings be over come? Let me say if you disagree with any form of sexual intimacy between parents and children that you have many logical and well formed arguments to back this stance up. However, I believe that if both (and I do stress both) can have an open sexual relationship with the purpose of growth and love, that it can be healthy for a family to experience such things. 

I will not address brother and sister but simply the parent and child. If you stand against me and my test on moral grounds, I ask you to stick by your convictions: I am not saying what I am doing is right or wrong but rather testing the stories I have read and wondering if a healthy medium can be reached. Please be open minded to the story and enjoy my journey. I will try my best to put the story into the narrative without losing the inquisitive voice, for that reason I will inject personal inquires and thoughts as the story progresses. Do enjoy, and let me know your thoughts.

I got back from college later then I thought I would for Christmas break, but I was enjoying my friends and the thought of coming home was not nearly as appeasing as a few more days of general perusing and partying. After being home for about a week I got bored and spent some time reading stories on literotica. 

I ran into a fancy of incest stories, sons tempting their reluctant mothers into sexual relationships. I notices often then some mothers wrote stories of being awakened to their own sons. Many mothers inquired to how they had always wanted their sons and never knew the feelings reciprocated. My thoughts then turned to my father. I knew his obvious moral stands on the subject of a sexual based relationship with his daughter, but could these feelings be over come? Had my father thought of me sexually at any time? I had to find out. 

My plan: to slowly implant the idea of his daughter as a sexual being, to be taught and nurtured into a sexual world, thus making our sexual relationship a healthy and learning experience for the both of us. I began at breakfast. 

My father gets up always before my mother, she is not much of a morning person and he likes to make her some coffee as she begins to wake. Today however, father had made us some breakfast and the smell of burnt toast had already wafted its way up the stairs. My first thought was to come down stairs in a bra and shorts, however, this would leave me rather exposed and my father not thinking of me as a sexual being and only as a daughter would have asked me to simply go change and stop being so revealing, a natural father. Tight lime green short shorts and a tight low cut top, however, would let the man look without the father needing any great suppression. So I pounced down the stairs and greeted my father with a large smile, I grabbed his arm and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. 

"What is that for, pumpkin?" he asked me.

"Just because I'm home." 

"That's nice."

He continued to make eggs and some wishful-thinking-toast. I sat at the table and turned a chair so I could face him. Then I put my elbows on my knees and placed my head into my hands allowing a clear line of sight down my shirt. I asked a few questions about work and he kept on making breakfast, never turning to notice me. After flipping some scrambled eggs onto a plate he walked over to me and set them down on the table, as he came around me I turned to face the table, all the while exposing a line of sight down my shirt. As my father turned to go I noticed his eyes drag from the table to my chest.

"Daddy!" I quickly covered my chest with both arms pulling my B cups closer (not that they needed to look smaller). 

"What?"

"You just looked down my shirt."

"I did not." He answered me. Mother came into the room and asked.

"What is going on?"

"Dad looked down my shirt."

"Oh dear, I'm sure he didn't mean to." Mom looked at him and patted him on the chest.

"I'm sorry, if I did, I did not mean to." 

I got up as mom went to make herself a plate of breakfast and whispered in my father's ear, "You like what you saw?" I brushed up against him and went to my room. 

That morning I took an unusually long shower as to get my father to come up and yell at me. I heard him banging on my room door so I shut the shower off and wrapped myself in an orange towel. I positioned my self so that one leg was up on the toilet exposing to a line of sight the better part of my upper thigh. My father entered my room and asked for me. I didn't answer. I heard him walk around and say again. Then he poked his head around the corner and into my bathroom. I pretended not to notice and looked at my legs as if examining them from shaving. 

"Baby?" he asked

I jumped as if startled.

"Oh my God dad! What the hell, you scared the crap out of me." I noticed him looking at my legs. "Need a picture?" 

"Oh excuse me. Its just that was an awfully long shower and you know the heating bill. I told you not to take such long showers didn't I?" My father's eyes strafed from mine down to my exposed leg.

"If you were curious about my legs, why not ask? I would have showed you."

"Sorry, I'll leave you be. Next time not so long, ok?" 

"Want to feel them?"

"I'm sorry?" he replied.

"They are as smooth as I have ever gotten them." I grabbed his hand and put it on my ankle. "See?" Dad began to move his hand up my leg.

"Yes, you did a nice job Hun." He moved his hand up to my knee and removed it harmlessly.

"Damn first breakfast, now you want a snack huh?" I giggled.

"What?"

"You looked down my shirt at breakfast. Now your looking over my legs. Dad I'm your daughter if you want a good look at me, just ask, don't skirt around with your eyes."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. You did a good job shaving, I'll see you down stairs." He left and I finished preparing myself. 

I've noticed that men can't help but look up a skirt when a girl sits. It seems to be natural and the shorter the skirt the more natural it comes. For this reason I found my shortest and most revealing skirt, to go with them, completely unattractive granny-panties. These panties help to poof the skirt out a little bit and leave easy to see traces of what I am wearing underneath, there is little challenge for someone to catch even a glimpse of the light pink undergarment. This combined with a less revealing, but still tight top then that of breakfast, I had my weapons to continue to work on daddy throughout the day. 

Later in the day, after dad had got done working outside, he took me to lunch. I hadn't been home and he was curious about college and wanted to just spend sometime with his daughter. We went to McDonalds and had a nice chat. Dad went to pick up our food from the counter and I picked us some spinning seats. I sat first. As I sat I bent over a little extra putting my hands on my hips as if to keep my skirt down. From here I lingered a while with both legs open exposing my crotch to his sight. The exposure was brief but productive, rather then instantly crossing my legs I let the movement take a moment so that I could grab a cheese burger. His eyes glanced down at he showing through panties, and then I closed my legs. 

"Need anything daddy?" I asked standing up after grabbing a french fry. 

"Ketchup." He replied to me. 

I walked over and got a few packets then took a seat again taking some time to close my legs (only slightly longer then before, but long enough to train his eyes) and again I did not tell him about his looking at my silhouetted vagina.

"Oops." I said.

"What?" 

"I forgot salt." Up I got to go again, this time returning and leaving my legs so that his stare became obvious. "Daddy, I'm up here." 

"Sorry, I was looking at your shoes, they look new." 

"And?"

"And what?" He asked me.

"And did you look up my skirt."

"No."

"Come on I saw you, just admit it. Its ok to be a boy and a dad you know."

"I apologize I looked down to see your shoes and I saw up your skirt a little."

"Want a better look?" I said placing a fry between my lips and licking on it.

"What?"

I giggle. "I'm just kidding. Take a joke."

For the next few days I flirted while mom was not around. My light kisses moved to light touches. Small exposures of my teenage daughter flesh became longer by a second or two. I picked a few times to catch him, but let him get away free most of the time. I started to give light touches when we passed, and these progressed to rubs. While in the living room I sat open legged straddling his knee, to get off I scooted across his thigh and plopped to the ground and finished watching leaning against his leg, I tried not to notice his glances down my shirt. Christmas went by without dad showing any form of sexual expression towards me outside of awkward glances. Then my first sign of progress showed. 

We were running late for a last minute errand before the football games came on. I ran out of the car and to the stairs leading to my room. My father came in and waited at the stairs. I turned to him put my hands on his chest, and said:

"One second I have to change." My father slapped me on the ass

"Hurry up." He said. I winked back at him and hurried up stairs. Running down the stairs I jumped into his arms and planted a kiss very close to his lips then leapt down to the floor. From this moment my father began touching and playing more openly. We watched my college get destroyed in their bowl game and he wrapped his arms around me. Either mother awed when I put my head against his chest. 

Mother left for business three days before I had to go back to school, so I kicked my flirtation into high gear. The first morning I came down to make him breakfast wearing my robe, tank top, and panties. We had eggs, scrambled of course, and some toast (I learned to cook from my dad) and we sat in silence outside of the crunch of toast. 

"Do you think I'm beautiful?" I asked looking up at him

"Of course." Father didn't even look at me he continued to stare down shoveling breakfast into his mouth.

"I mean do you think I look beautiful naked. I mean do you think I'd look beautiful?" Father looked up at me. 

"Of course. Why do you ask?" 

"I haven't had a boyfriend at all at school. I mean is college I thought boys would be all over me. I must not be beautiful. I mean maybe I'm bad at sex, what is it dad? Why wont a boy just love me?" I broke down into tears. Dad came over and comforted me pulling a chair up beside me and putting an arm around me.

"I would bet you look beautiful naked. I know you would look beautiful."

"How?"

"Well you look beautiful now."

"No I don't I'm crying, and I'm in a frumpy robe."

"And you look good to me."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"So I'm really bad at sex then."

"Well I..."

"I mean, I've done it like once. And the guy left me after. I mean I must be bad at it if boys don't want me even for sex. How can I get good if not one teaches me?" I asked. My statement was cheesy even for me, but amidst the tears my father bought into my hurt and considered this a legitimate threat to my peace of mind as all fathers should.

"I don't know about sex. But you are a beautiful girl." 

"Oh daddy." I put both my hands around his neck then scooted over to his chair and wrapped my legs around his hips. I continued to cry with my head buried into his shoulder. He waited till I was done then let me go. 

As I walked away I left him with a question but didn't really give him ample time to answer. 

"If you were in college would you sleep with me?" I asked. Taken back my father hesitated to answer. "I KNEW IT!" I exclaimed and ran up stairs. I put torso down on the bed and sat with my knees on the floor, bending over left my robe to part exposing my covered ass to the air. Father quickly followed to the room. He put his hand on my back and then moved the robe to cover my butt as he stood behind me slightly pressed against me.

"Baby, If I wasn't your dad, if I was in college. I would sleep with you. You are an attractive woman." 

"You would." 

"Yes." He said with little to no emotion.

"Oh Daddy." I put my arms around him and kissed him on the lips. Pulling back for a moment I looked into his eyes and took another longer kiss brushing my tongue against his sealed lips. "I'm sorry." I say after instantly breaking. 

"its ok, I understand." We sat down on the side of my bed, he placed his hand on my thigh. "I know we didn't really teach about sex, or what boys expect. So it is my fault. But you will find someone special who loves you. It isn't because of sex, its because the right man is out there."

"The right man like you Daddy?" I asked

"Well he could be like me." 

"You're all I need." I put my head on his shoulder and placed a hand on top of his. We sat and had a father daughter moment in silence. I got up and let my robe drop and went to change. My father remained on my bed, I had expected him to leave. I emerged out in only panties and a bra grabbing different shirts and holding them up to me. Dad watched as I sifted through. His jeans flinched. 

"Could you help me?" I asked.

"sure. What do you need hun?" He asked.

"Come here and hold this top up as I change through pants to see what matches." He walked over to me and held different tops as I sifted through my pants. I picked two and grabbed them from him. I looked down at his crotch letting him see me looking at it.

I giggled.

"What?" 

"You do think I'm pretty." 

Noticing his erection he adjusted his pants and made his bulge less visible. 

"Thank you daddy. I needed to know I could turn men on." I gave him a hug from the side making sure my legs were on both side of his and pressed my chest hard against his shoulder. 

"You are beautiful. Now get changed." He patted me on the butt.

"What don't want to see me anymore."

"You're cute, change."

The rest of the day went smoothly. Gentle and light flirting between us, at one point he scooped me up in his arms and twirled me around; we toppled over and I landed on top of him straddling his mid section. 

The second day of mom being gone I came down in my most covering and see through panties and a bra. Dad gave me an eye and I stated that he had seen it yesterday. We spent the day loitering in our own house watching the game, I didn't change the whole time. He sat on the couch and I laid out with my head on his leg, He put his hand on my exposed stomach. As the game progressed I pretended to drift and nod off into a light sleep. After having my eyes closed for nearly a quarter of the game I started to move my hips slightly. I rocked up and down and gave a very soft moan, the rocking became only lightly harder before my dad shook me. 

"Sweetie?" he inquired

"Hmm?" I said sitting up.

"You fell asleep and were dreaming, games almost over." He replied

"Oh. Mmm. I was dreaming about you." I said. Dad turned to me

"What about?"

"Oh, well." I paused "we were watching the game, and stuff."

"Alright." He replied giving no more questions.

I looked over at him and turned, I put a kiss on his cheek. His head turned to me to inquire and I kissed him on the lips. I pulled back and looked at him, he stared at me and then returned a kiss. My tongue brushed up against his lip and I found that he opened them. The kiss continues and my fathers tongue lashed out at me. We broke apart.

"I'm sorry." He said getting up.

"Daddy, its my fault don't go." I said reaching out for him. Dad continued to walk to the popcorn bowl in the kitchen. I began to cry. Seeing me crying he came back to me.

"its ok it was my fault to. Its not all your fault. 

"I did it again. I did something and ruined our relationship."

"No its ok, we just can't kiss like that, that wasn't a daddy kiss."

"You hate me."

"No." He embraced me. I put my head on his neck.

"Why did you leave, am I really that hideous?"

"No baby. It was just...." I didn't let him finished and I kissed his neck. He paused and my kisses continued. I swung a leg over his lap and then locked my ankles behind him. My kisses made their way to his mouth and he returned kisses. My fathers once limp cock started to awaken and twitch. We continued to kiss till he tried to pull back. Our lips pulled back and I began to grind on his now hardened cock. 

"Daddy, I want to be beautiful." Daddy didn't reply. 

A few more grinds on his crotch and his hands placed on my hips and he pried me off his body. 

"This is going to far for Daddy." He said to me.

"Have you ever thought about me naked?" I asked. 

"Babe." He enquired trying to put the question away.

"Have you?"

"Yes, you are a beautiful woman."

"Have you ever thought of sleeping with me?" my father jumped all over the question.

"No of course not. No never. No. I am your father. 

"I didn't ask if you would. Have you thought about it?" I asked again.

"You are my daughter."

"And you said you would fuck me. As a man you would fuck me. So you have thought about it."

"I don't like where this is going and I don't like your mouth." My father stood up. I wrapped my arms around him again.

"Just tell me you would sleep with me daddy. If you were just a man." 

"I would hun. I would sleep with you." 

I reached around behind me and unclasped my bra, I let it fall to the ground.

"Please?" I asked. "Teach me." Dad after taking in a breath of my exposed breasts took his shirt off and covered my top with it.

"I can't. I'm your dad."

I left in tears, he came to my door and knocked and I didn't answer him. 

I stayed in bed beyond the point of natural sleep the last day. Father came up to my room and knelt by my side.

"Babe, you need to get up." I moaned over him, not in sexual pleasure but in my snooze moan. "Get up." He said to me. My hand reached out under the covers and bent over the bed. I put my hand on this thigh and ran up to his crotch and took a firm grip. MY tough iron clad father from my youth melted into my palm. I massaged slowly and he turn himself over and plopped onto the bed. His cock stiffened and pointed out.




Interrogation: Daddy



"Don't." He said as one of my hands reached up to the button of his jeans. "Don't, we can't." I undid the button and the zipper. The iron shaft pressed hard against his stomach. I reached out and rubbed it over his briefs. 

"You need to stop." My father said closing his eyes. 

I pulled down the briefs and for the first time exposed my fathers steel cock. This hard member made me, it pounded into my mother and fertilized her in love and passion; that same cock lusted for its creation. I put myself between his legs and wrapped a hand around my dad. I pulled him closer and opened my mouth touching the head to my lips. My head bent down and took the cock inside. My dad moaned. He arched and his big hands reached out for my head. He took a hand of my hair and pulled back slowly removing his cock from my tongue. Dad stood up and pulled his briefs back up.

"I can't. We can't. This is wrong baby."

"Do you not love me?" I said pleading sitting up exposing my naked breasts to him. I reached out and grabbed his hand and held it. "Explain why."

"I'm your dad." He said. 

"So teach me what a real man is like. Be my dad." I placed his hand on my chest, the male instinct took over and he cupped. With that he pulled way and retreated down stairs. I took a shower and changed, my father did the same. We came back together and settled on opposite ends of the couch. 

I looked at him as he started to flip through more sports channels. "Did you rub one out?" I asked.

"Hmm." His male attention span zeros in on the sexual talk.

"Did you get all your tension out?"

"That is not proper talk for a daughter and father." He said.

I scooted closer to him. 

"So is masturbating to the thought of your daughter." I said licking my lips and prowling to him. 

He did not budge. I made a small jump and landed in his lap instantly I began kissing him. My father lost control and embraced me he through himself on top of me and began to grind his still hard cock (through his sweat pants) into me. I moaned and begged for more. His hands felt their way to my shorts and he pulled them down leaving me only in panties and my top. One of his hands sought my legs and slid in-between them, it stopped and rested hard as it met my pussy. At feeling my warmth his hand pulled away and he arced up. 

"No." he said. In reply my hand pressed against his stomach and slid down his pants. With two strong fingers I encircled the head. Dad sat up straight.

"Please don't." He asked me. I leaned over to his ear.

"Fuck your daughter." I whispered. "Teach me how to fuck, like a good daddy should." At the completion of the sentence my father lay on top of me again, desperately unzipping his pants. They fell to the ground and his hard cock was only two pieces of fabric from my Eden. His hands fondled me with lust, probing over my young body and breasts. He took a moment to suckle on my nipples. 

"I sucked on mom, now your sucking on me. Suck your daughter." He bit down on my nipple and I let out a soft scream, this invigorated my father. His hand wrapped around my panties and he pulled them down. Their in my soft cradle he looked upon my pussy for the first time in years. His father eyes dulled and lust replaced his iris. Dilated his eyes dove into my well trimmed hair. They darted over my pussy lips and examined its state. His nostrils took in a breath inhaling my scent. Slowly I watched my father bend over. His breath reached me first, his heavy moist warm breath. Next his chin, the bone pressed against my bone. Then the soft tongue searched for my clit. It pressed through my light curling hairs and lightly caressed me. 

My hips arched and my vagina was more exposed, his two hands went to embrace my ass. My father held me up, two hands that used to cradle his young baby daughter now cradled her butt. The tongue that pleased my mother now pleased me. The tongue ran rapidly over my clit. He lapped up my juice that dripped down from my cunt. Then his tongue searched for my opening. It slid on my left, came up over my clit, and slid down the right, then the tounge found me and pierced me. 

In and out it slid, his hands let go of my ass so that one could return and encircle my clit. Soft vibrations from his thumb peddled me slowly to small soft orgasm. I barely let out a moan but held my breath as it washed over me. I put my hands on his face and pulled him up to me. His hands removed his briefs and he proudly stuck out between my knees. His balls were covered in long hairs, he did not trim, but rather by the age of his own man hood he stood covered ready and willing to penetrate his daughter. 

My father moved into the missionary position slowly, then looked into my eyes. In his eyes I saw the flash memory of the intercourse that led to my birth. He could see himself behind my mother bracing her in the doggie positoin and pounding her like the bitch she was. Pounding her hard, her screams lit up his eyes and he looked down to his own creation, lusting to fuck his daughter. His cock swelled, a small dabble of cum ran over the head. His body was prepared, mine was drenched in a growing pool of my own wet. 

"I can't fuck you." He said. His cock moving away from me and weakening. "You're my daughter. I can't fuck you. That would be wrong."

I looked up into his eyes pleading. 

"Love me." I whispered.

"I'm sorry."

I pulled up to his face and put my lips by his ears. My legs went around his thighs. I nibbled on his earlobe and faintly said 

"Fuck me. Fuck me Daddy. Please. Please fuck your princess. Your one and only princess wants you in her." 

Still holding myself up my father dived forward to me. His cock hit my pelvic bone then pierced me. Our eyes met when the head went in. He waited. My head tilted back and my eyes closed, I let go of him and rested against the couch. He let another inch slide in. I looked up at him, my fathers eyes closed and his mouth opened and he kept pushing. Half way in the pain hit me, the searing pain of my father breaking through into my naked pussy. 

My cunt tightened its grip around his cock. He gave one huge thrust and all of him became all of me. The last place his cock had been was inside my mother, now it searched inside the daughter. 

The cock that began the formation of me in my mother's womb was now a fatherly cock roaming free inside of me. We looked at each other. He released me from the full painful pleasure of his cock, only to give me a full solid ram. My jaw opened and my breath leaked out a cry, a moan of deep pleasure. 

His next ram made me bleat out "FATHER" again only now farther out and deeper in, I screamed "DADDY!". 

His pace increased my pleasure increased. His thrusting got more fierce, the pain shot with spikes through my womb. My body succumbed to the pleasure before he did, my cunt swelled and gripped the creator hard. His rod stretched into me and my orgasm blocked out all my thoughts. 

My muscles relaxed and I let him slide free of my wet grip. I felt the head of his cock swell inside me. Daddy wasn't coming out. I looked up him and asked 

"Daddy?" No response. My father was gone, the man penetrating me was a full red blooded male. He would not stop, not until he conquered this woman.

"Daddy?" I asked again. He got faster and he began to snort and make a gnarl of his moans. "Daddy you can't cum in me." I said. He sounded like he laughed it off. "Daddy? Please don't." the surge came a drip from him into me. 

"Oh God." I said as I arched and he screamed, his head fell to my shoulder and his teeth bit down on both sides, he screamed in rage muffled by my shoulder. Hot cum spit into me, painting my walls and splattering out of my floor. Drips of his seed fell and hit the couch. 

His cock softened and he slipped out. I looked down and the white semen that once had created me. I pushed and the rest of the cream plopped out. 

Dad looked at me and saw the fear and worry. He smiled.

"Go clean up. You've been a naughty princess."



Interrogation of a Girl



Waiting and watching the door for Her pet, Melita taps long sharp blood red nails on the steering wheel.. knowing that the slut should be downstairs any moment now. An evil smile crosses Her face, seeing the door crack open and Her pet appear... dressed as she was ordered, red leather halter neck top, short black leather skirt, split up the sides to show her legs to full advantage, and a simple pair of black stiletto sandals. Melita waits but a moment watching the girl walk down the street, to where she was told to wait for her Owner.

Melita starts the engine to the van, looking over Her shoulder.. telling the Man behind Her to get ready, the slut is just down the road.. Pulling out onto the street, She stops right beside the wide-eyed girl, smiling wickedly as Markum pulls the door open, jumps out grabbing the girl before she has a chance to react.

He binds her wrists with the police issue stainless steel cuffs that Melita supplied, and shoves chrysana into the awaiting van. Melita looks behind Her, smiling at the girl... 'Our plans have changed pet, I think you will find tonights games a little bit more... intense.' An evil laugh escapes as She watches chrysana's mouth widen in shock, and panic slowly creeps in. Markum shoves a gag into her mouth, she fights against Him, not wanting His hands on her... not knowing who He is and why, WHY her Mistress has done this, chrysana's mind works overtime, trying to figure out what is happening.

A black hood is placed over her head, and suddenly her world goes quiet except for the hum of the engine, her Mistress is no longer talking to her, and Her friend sits beside the girl, His hands holding her down. They drive for what chrysana believes is about 10 miles, the van slows, and then stops.. she hears her Mistresses door open and shut, then the roller door at the side open. Melita leans in, grabs the girl by her arm and drags her out of the van.

chrysana stumbles, her heels sinking into soft ground, she is pulled up by her Mistress and the mystery Man. They force her through a door, and shove her down into a kitchen chair... Melita places Her hands on the girls thighs, Her face level with Her hooded pet. speaking softly She says to her 'pet, you're out in the middle of nowhere, at My mercy... you can scream all you like and no one will hear you, as you know, your screams only excite Me further.. so please.. scream as much as you dare.' Digging Her nails into Her pet's thighs She laughs evilly.

Bringing one hand up, She strokes chrysana's cheek, tenderly, knowing that, that one motion.. will confuse her more then anything. Snapping Her fingers, She addresses Markum, 'Dear, introduce Yourself to the slut and tell her why You are here.' She nods to Him, a deep voice resonates through the girls mind 'Slut, My name is Master Markum, your Mistress requested My presence, to restrain, torture and interrogate you. Unless otherwise told, you will not address either Myself or your Mistress, as She stated, you may scream, but they will not help you.'

Underneath the hood, chrysana tests the gag He placed on her, she tries to push it out with her tongue, but can't find enough purchase on it to do so. Melita yanks the hood off her head, yanking her head back by her hair, She stares into Her sluts eyes... chrysana swallows hard, not seeing her tender, loving Mistress, her panic deepens, seeing Mistress' normally caring blue eyes, have turned a cold, harsh and strange, deep grey.

The girl tries to pull away, not liking what she sees, from One she loves so deeply. The slut lowers her eyes, watching her Owners lips, once kissing her passionately, now sneer as if almost in disdain at what is before Her. Melita walks behind the girl, a fist still wrapped up in her hair, making sure the girl has no choice but to watch Her face.

Strong hands grab her legs, pulling them apart, so wide that they send shockwaves of pain all the way through her. Markum holds her legs, watching her tremble, enjoying the torment of the girl before Him. Melita nods to Him, and pulls the slut up by her hair, as He grabs the waistband of her skirt, pulling her behind Him out of the room and to another part of the house. They push her into a room, bare but for another kitchen chair, some chain hanging from the ceiling, and a table filled with knives, whips and canes.

The girl shivers, her body betraying her, excited by seeing her Mistress' tools. Melita laughs evilly, knowing Her girls reaction well. Pulling a key out from Her top, She unsnaps the cuffs, holding chrysana's wrists, before reattaching the heavy leather restraints with D rings.. to these She pulls the chains down, a sharp resounding snap of metal on metal echoes through the room. With both hands chained, She pulls on the chaining, raising Her pet's arms above her head.. until she is so stretched that her ass just barely grazes the chair beneath her.

Chrysana, tries to sit down, but the pull on her arms is excruitiating. Melita walks towards the table, running Her fingertips over Her tools, stroking them all lovingly, knowing that tho what is to come may scare Her pet, it is all done with love and affection. Selecting one of Her specially made 1/4 inch thick bamboo canes, She walks back to the girl, swishing it through the air as She walks onto Her booted calf, an audible crack sounding each time it hits the leather.

Trailing the cane over Her slut's thighs She leans close to her ear and whispers softly 'This can go two ways slut, either you tell Markum and I what I wish to know, and you may enjoy the night... or you can hold your tongue and I shall beat the answer out of you.' The girls eyes immediately flick over to her Mistress, the look of utter panic pleases Melita. Bringing Her arm back, Melita strikes the cane against Her slut's thighs.. chrysana yelps aloud, as a crimson strip immediately appears on her skin.

Melita smirks slightly, knowing Her pet has enjoyed and endured much more then this, but the mind fuck has increased the pain she is experiencing tenfold. 'All you need to do pet, is answer Me honestly and this shall end here and now.. you have been pleasuring yourself selfishly have you not?' The end of the question marked with another crack with the cane over the girls thighs.

Chrysana mutters out a shaky 'No Mistress, pet knows Your rules, and obeys them fully.' Melita strikes the cane down once more adding a little more force this time, 'Slut, I shall have the truth out of you, or your blood shall be spilled.' Nodding to Markum, Melita steps back from Her girl, He yanks the chair from beneath her and throws it away, kicking away chrysana's feet, forcing her weight fully onto her chained arms.

She cries out in pain, trying desperate to find her feet once more, as Markum pulls her head back hard. Melita returns to the table, choosing a purple and black flogger from the many toys She has placed there. The click of Her heels and Her pets labored breathing the only sounds filling the room. Unlacing chrysana's top from behind She lets it fall forward, exposing her back fully.

With the handle of the flogger, She pushes Her slut's head forward, stepping back from her, She swings the flogger back, waiting a bare moment before bringing it down hard over the girls back. Smiling evilly as She hears the girls scream, She yells out to her 'Yes or no slut, have you or have you not been touching yourself without MY permission?'

Sobbing quietly chrysana shakes her head, replying in her quiet voice 'no Mistress, slut has not disobeyed You.' Three times in quick succession, the flogger finds the slut's back, bright crimson flushes the marks. Her screams echo through the room, not knowing what to do to please her Mistress. Melita steps in close behind the girl, raking Her nails over the marks on her back.

The girl feels a shiver go through her entire body, moaning softly as she tilts her head back into her Mistress. Reaching around her body, Melita pinches the slut's left nipple between Her nails, pulling it hard, causing the girl to wince in pain and try to follow Her hand. 'This will only get harder on you pet, confess your indiscretion now, and things will be easier on you in the long run.' Running Her hand down the girls stomach, She dips a finger into her cunt, feeling it already soaked, 'Tsk tsk tsk slut... you seem to have already been enjoying your punishment a little too much'

Grasping the slut's clit, Melita pulls on it.. noticing Her pet's sharp intake of breath, rolling the hard lil nub in between Her fingers, moaning softly into chrysana's ear, knowing that Her excitement feeds the girls own. Her steel grey eyes flick up to Markum, winking to Him... His signal from Her to strip and prepare to torment the girl further.

Watching Markum, She whispers to Her girl.. 'Look at Him pet, you want to touch him too don't you? To tease Him with your tongue, your body.. and certainly your dripping wet pussy... don't you?' chrysana watches Markum entranced by His sheer muscular body, His large thick cock already partially erect. 'mmmmMistress, slut would like to taste Master, if You wish it of her.'

Patting Her slut's wet cunt, Melita steps from behind her, towards Markum, stopping just in front of Him, She rests one hand upon His chest, the other She uses to gently rake Her nails up and down His cock, feeling it come to life beneath Her touch She smiles wickedly to Him. While watching the girl out of the corner of Her eye, Melita leans in close to Markum, flicking Her tongue over His lips quickly... moaning aloud so the slut can hear Her.

Taking His hand within Her own, She leads Him over to the girl.. knowing what He has in store for her. She walks back to the other side of the room, picking up the chair and sitting upon it, crossing her leg, and adjusting the black leather of Her thigh high stiletto boots. She watches silently as Markum runs His rough hands over Her pets arms, painstakingly slow He smiles down to her as her body shivers from the touch.

Ripping the halter top from her body, He throws it away leaving her breasts exposed fully. He leans down, running fingertips up over her thighs, sending more convulsions through the sluts body.. His fingers stopping just at the top inside of her thighs, she tries to lower herself down but the chains stop her movement just short of Him.

He pushes up the tight leather skirt to her hips, sighing softly as the slut's bare cunt becomes visible to Him. He leans His body into hers, her nipples grazing over His muscular chest. His now fully erect cock pushing in between her legs, the slut brings her legs together, trying to get some friction against her cunt. Markum pulls away from her, shaking His head ruefully, 'Nice try slut, you must not try to pleasure yourself without being given permission, that is what has gotten you here in the first place.'

He walks over to the table where Melita's tools are laid out, selecting a medium sized vibrator, He returns to the slut, kicking her legs apart with His right foot, walking around behind her, He spits onto the plastic life-like cock. pushing it gently against her ass, He waits until she relaxs slightly, allowing it to be pushed into her easier. Seeing her grind down into it, He pulls back on it slightly, 'Slut, this vibrator is a test.. it is going to be left in and turned on, and you must not cum while you take the rest of your punishment.'

Seeing her nod her understanding, He turns the dial to it's highest setting, chuckling evilly as the slut jerks in surprise. At this point, Melita stands again and joins them.. standing in front of Her pet, idly tracing Her nails over the slut's hardened nipples. Handing Markum Her bamboo cane, She dips Her fingers into Her slut's wet cunt, slowly massaging her soft velvet walls.

She leans in close to her, whispering in her ear 'mm slut, you are absolutely dripping wet, do you want to cum for Me baby?' Just as Her pet is about to reply Markum brings the cane down hard over the girl's ass, causing her to jump and moan, grinding down on the vibrator in her ass.

Melita waits until Markum is just about to bring the cane down on the sluts ass once more, swiping Her thumb nail over Her slut's swollen clit just as the cane meets her flesh. Chrysana's breath quickens, and her heart begins to race... Melita chuckles softly knowing Her slut is about to cum. She leans in close to the girl once more, and hisses into her ear 'If you cum now slut, you will be on restrictions for a month and Markum here will take the blades to you'

Melita runs Her other hand, down the girls side... running two of Her nails along the edges of Her slut's labia, chuckling as the girl shudders involuntarily. Sinking two fingers into Her slut's wet cunt, She keeps flicking and sweeping over her clit, enjoying making her slut fight to control herself. Chrysana purrs and moans.. her voice a bare whisper 'please Mistress, may i cum... oh god... Mistress pleaaaaaase'

Pinching the sluts swollen clit hard, Melita replies 'No you may not slut, not yet.' Rolling the hardened little nub between Her fingers, She winks to Markum... He grabs the girls hair and forces her head back sharply. He drops the cane to the floor, running His rough hands over the fresh stripes on her ass, causing her to jerk in the chains.

Grinding down on the vibrator in her ass, and onto her Mistresses fingers, chrysana closes her eyes shut tight.. trying to control her body's reactions. Melita curls Her fingers inside Her pet's cunt, Her nails scratching maddeningly along the girls pussy wall. 'Please Mistress, i can't hold on... may i cum for You PLEASE.'

Pulling Her hands away from Her slut quickly, She stands back... chrysana's eyes open immediately, seeking out her Mistress. Markum's hands move down her ass further.. tugging on the vibrator sunk deep in her ass.. the sensations increasing as the toy is moved inside her. Melita moves back, grabbing the chair from the corner of the room.... placing it some 4ft away in front of Markum and the girl.

Seating Her as She was before, She nods to Markum.. He lets go of her hair, grabbing both her wrists in one strong hand, Unclipping the cuffs from the chains overhead with the other. He pushes her down to the ground in front of her Mistress. Melita rests one booted foot on Her slut's shoulder, leaning forward and raising the girls chin with a finger, making her meet Her gaze.

Melita lowers Her voice slightly, 'pet, I want you to show Markum and I what a good lil cum whore you are, after you have serviced us both... you will be granted permission to cum.. understood?' Chrysana's eyes brighten up, 'yes Mistress.. thank You Mistress' she replies. Melita reaches across, and pulls Her slut's leash from the table, clipping it to the thick black leather collar at Her girls throat.

Tugging on it hard, She parts Her legs... slowly bringing Her skirt up as well, chrysana crawls between her Owners thighs, licking her lips... unable to wait to be able to taste her Mistress again. Sighing softly, she inhales the scent of her Owner, a purr escapes her throat. Nuzzling into her Mistresses warm soft folds, she lowers her head, placing her tongue at the entrance to Melita's pussy. Licking gently, she gathers up the juices that have already begun to gather.. running her tongue up she circles her Mistresses clit with her tongue, flicking softly.

Melita tilts Her head back slightly, watching with a smile as Markum stands behind Her girl, slowly stroking His hand up and down the length of His cock. Nodding to Him to continue with Their plans, She watches as He kneels down behind the girl. Tugging the vibrator out of Her girl, chrysana raises her head, letting out a soft moan of disappointment. Melita tugs hard on the leash, focusing Her slut's attention once more.

Markum grabs the girls hips in His hands, steadying her before sinking the full length of His cock into her firm round ass. Growling deep in His throat, as her hot ass envelops His cock. Pausing briefly, He allows her to adjust to Him. Chrysana moves back a little, opening herself to Him fully. He slowly pulls back, until just the head of His thick cock is pulling on her opening. Melita grabs a handful of Her girls hair, forcing her deeper into Her dripping wet pussy, the sight of Her slut getting fucked exciting Her all the more.

Markum builds a rhthym, pushing His length all the way into her, His hips slamming into her ass. The room echoes with the sounds of the three of them. Chrysana's body slowly building up to climax once more, she brings up one hand, pushing two of her fingers into her Mistresses pussy. simultaneously pushing with her fingers and flicking Her clit with her tongue.

Melita feels Her own orgasm begin to overtake Her, She holds Her slut against Her hard, grinding Her hips down onto the girls tongue and fingers... Her breathing hard and fast as Her body releases itself, Her juice drenching her sluts fingers and face... Her slut continues to lick Her, gathering up all the cum that She has flooded. Reaching down underneath the girl, She pinches one nipple between Her nails, tugging on it hard.

Markum grabs the girls hair, slamming Himself into her ass... His own orgasm filling His balls, as they slap against the girls pussy... making her clit pulsate all the more. Melita pulls the leash, yanking her slut up, changing the feeling of her ass on His cock... leaning close to Her slut's ear whispering to her 'do you want to cum whore? hmmm is He fucking you hard enough? make Him cum, pet... be My good lil cum slut.'

Markum bucks into her.. holding her hips to His, as His cum spurts deep into her ass.. He reaches around her body, dipping His fingers into her cunt, pinching and rubbing her hardened clit as He continues to slam His cock into her body. Chrysana raises her head, her eyes meeting her Mistresses, her voice husky with lust as she whispers ' please Mistress, may Your whore cum, pleaaaaaaaaaaase?'

Melita cups Her girls breast and squeezes hard, leaning down into her again... 'you may slut, cum for Me baby.' Chrysana screams her orgasm out, her ass clenching down on Markums cock, trapping Him inside her, as her muscles pulsate hard on Him, His cock spurting into her ass once more. As the tides of her orgasm subside, He pushes her off Him, collapsing back onto the floor, breathing heavily as He smirks to Melita.

She grabs Her girls hair and pulls her head back... kissing her deeply... and whispers 'very good My little cum slut, very good indeed.'

By Velvet Vampiress .. August .. 2009



Interrogation of Eleanor



She had no idea when she might see him again. These were desperate times. No one ever knew from day to day what might happen. He held her shoulders and shook her hard. "Listen to me Eleanor, this is very important that you do not write this down or divulge to anyone! Not another living soul! If we are separated, you must make your way to Frankfurt as quickly as possible. Repeat the name of the place to me three times" he demanded in a hurried voice.

Tears welled in her eyes as she replied, "Frankfurt... Frankfurt, Frankfurt. Reggie... I'm so scared! What is going to happen to me? To....us?"

Sweat poured down the sides of his face as he continued his instructions, "Here are your papers and travel arrangements. You are the caretaker of the Munich institute for the aging returning from holiday. Your alias name is Lori." 

"When you arrive in Munich you must make sure you are not being followed. Then you will hire a driver to take you to Frankfurt. Go to the police station and hand the director these." Reggie handed her five one ounce gold Kugerands. "After you give him all five, request that he give you one back in good faith. That is the signal. They will bring you to me. But..."

Eleanor looked up at him now crying, "But what...?"

Reggie looked down at the floor and spoke in a serious tone, "You must hide these coins somewhere on your body. There are many desperate people out there who will try to rob you on your journey. Please, do not lose them. One more very important detail..."


"What?" Eleanor asked with open tear filled eyes.

Reggie looked deep into her eyes and said sternly, "Eleanor... if you are interrogated, and you tell them you are to meet me in Frankfurt, I will be killed within the hour. You must not tell! My life depends on it!"

Eleanor fell onto him clasping him tightly, "Reggie, please don't leave me! I'm too frightened to do all of this. I just can't do it Reggie!"

Reggie grabbed her by the arms and shook her hard, "Listen to me! Now is not a time for crying! You must be strong! You can do this!" He looked at the glazed face looking back at him. He wondered if he had made a big mistake arranging this back up plan. But he could not imagine a life without her, so he had nothing to lose. She meant more to him than life itself. 

There was a knock at the door of her small apartment. Reggie pulled her to him and kissed her lips one last time. He walked to the door and took one look back. Eleanor had tears running down her cheeks and one hand extended out towards him. "Goodbye Eleanor" He opened the door and stepped out closing it securely behind him.

Eleanor ran to the door and threw her body onto it, bolting the lock. She was shaking. Her eyes were so filled with tears she could hardly see. She walked into the bathroom and placed her hands on the sink staring into the mirror. What had she become? She felt so alone, so frightened. She could see the fear in her own eyes. She did not want things to turn out like this.

She took a deep breath. She opened her eyes wiping the tears away with her hands and repeated to her self in the mirror, "Frankfurt, Frankfurt, Frankfurt. She took a tissue and wiped the mascara from her cheeks. She opened her hands and looked at the five gold coins. Fear overcame her and she began to cry again.

Eleanor ran into her bedroom and began to pack her suitcases. She wondered if it would be possible to hide the coins somewhere in her luggage. She decided not to, and placed them on the dresser while she packed. She knew if Reggie had not returned by 5pm that she would then be, all on her own. She looked at the clock on the dresser next to the gold coins, it was already 3pm. She realized this could be the longest two hours of her entire life.

After packing her suitcases she looked at the five coins and began to think about how she might hide them. She looked around the apartment for something to put them in. She quickly rummaged through the drawers in her kitchen. She could not find anything useful. 

Eleanor then looked in the bathroom. She saw a pair of stockings she had laid aside, one of them had a run and she could no longer wear them. But silk was in such short supply she could not bear to throw them away. She picked up the good stocking and trimmed it with her scissors and put the five gold coins inside. She drew the open end up and quickly stitched it closed.

She looked at herself in the mirror and took a deep breath. She then closed her eyes, lifted her dress and put her hand down between her legs inside of her panties. Wincing sharply she slowly pressed the small bundle of coins up inside her vagina. It did not feel natural at all. Her whole body was shaking with fear. She could not believe she was contemplating making this trip. She had never traveled anywhere all on her own before.

Eleanor looked at the clock. It was now 5pm. She began to cry. She knew things had not gone well at his meeting. She knew deep inside that the group had decided to flee, and that Reggie was not able to convince them to bring her with them. She fell to her knees with her face in her hands crying. Why was this happening to her? 

Eleanor decided to wait until 5:30 just to be sure. She removed the tickets and looked at them. She had plenty of time. Her train did not depart until 6:30pm. Her whole body began to shake now. Her heart was pounding inside of her chest. She walked around the apartment looking at all of the possessions she was leaving behind. She knew she could not take them or she would be recognized as fleeing. They would eventually end up in the hands of those who were less fortunate, those who had no where to run to.

She looked at the clock, it was 5:45. She knew she had to go now. Eleanor looked out the window onto the street below. The sun was setting now. Leaves blew down the street around the feet of the people busily walking. She put on her scarf and walked out of her apartment locking the door behind her.

Eleanor walked briskly to the train station. She had to hurry now. She forced back the tears as she walked past the different shops and restaurants she had gone to for years. Eleanor realized she may never see them again. Her heart pounded as she thought about the dangers of this journey she was undertaking.

She arrived at the station. There were soldiers everywhere. Eleanor adjusted her scarf to hide her face as much as possible. She handed her ticket to the conductor and boarded the train. As she sat on the train, armed soldiers walked up and down the passenger cars. One of the soldiers stopped in front of her and asked to see her papers. Eleanor nervously reached into her bag.

The impatient soldier reached down and grabbed the bag from her and began pouring the contents onto the floor. He sorted through the small pile and picked out her passport. He quickly opened it and looked at her. "Remove the scarf Madame" he motioned with the barrel of his rifle. 

Eleanor, with her hands shaking, reached up and began to untie the scarf. Impatiently, the soldier reached over and ripped the scarf from her head and threw it to the floor. He held the passport up and compared the photograph to her face. "You are a pretty woman, no?" the soldier commented in a serious tone.

Eleanor said nothing. She looked forward clutching her hands together tightly.

"A pretty woman such as yourself should not travel alone" the soldier commented throwing the passport to the floor with the other contents of the purse. He walked on to the next passenger car.

Eleanor took a deep breath and began to place her belongings back into her bag. Her hands were shaking and she felt like her heart would beat right through her chest. She sat back in her seat and looked out the window. Soldiers where everywhere.

She heard the whistle of the train blow. She smiled and took a deep breath. She had made it through the first difficult part of the journey. The train slowly began to move jerking forward bit by bit. 

Suddenly, without warning, the train began to stop. The brakes screeched and the train came to a standstill. Two soldiers entered the passenger car and walked up to Eleanor. One of the soldiers was an officer with a pistol belt. The officer pulled a small photograph from his shirt pocket and looked at it. He then looked at Eleanor, "Madame, you will come with us..." 

The other soldier picked up her suitcases. Eleanor remained in her seat staring forward. "Madame, please do not make this difficult" the officer demanded grabbing Eleanor by the arm. Eleanor felt her heart in her throat. She slowly stood up and stepped into the aisle. The two men walked her off of the train. The passenger car had moved beyond the station platform. An Army jeep was parked on the field next to the passenger car. The two soldiers helped Eleanor Take the last step from the railcar to the dirt, each soldier taking an arm. They escorted her to the jeep.

The officer placed a handcuff onto Eleanor's wrist, then placed the other cuff on his own wrist. "Madame, please climb into the back seat to the far side of the jeep, I will be seated next to you. We are taking you in for questioning."

The other soldier took out a blindfold and placed it over Eleanor's eyes and secured it. Eleanor could hear him get into the driver's seat and start the engine. They drove down a very bumpy and dusty road for what seemed like an hour or more. Occasionally the jeep would come to a stop and the officer would speak to someone on the road. 

Eleanor was feeling very helpless. She wondered if Reggie even made it out of town. Perhaps he was captured as well, or even killed trying to escape. Eleanor wondered if her documentation would be enough to convince whomever would be questioning her. She tried to fabricate details of her story, her supposed position with the Munich Institute for the aged, her vacation, explanations for the various articles in her luggage. She tried to pack as a tourist as much as she possibly could.

The jeep finally came to a stop and the engine turned off. It was night time now. The air was cold and dusty. She could hear gunfire and mortar fire off in the distance. The smell of gunpowder permeated the air. "Madame, please step out of the jeep and come with me." the officer instructed.

Eleanor was led into a large canvas tent and seated in a small wooden folding chair. There were two other men in the tent, one seated behind a wooden field desk. The other sitting on a foot locker holding a notepad and pen. A single lantern hung from the center of the tent shining a bright pattern of light directly on Eleanor. The officer removed the cuff from his wrist and placed it on Eleanor's free wrist, cuffing her hands in front of her. He turned and stood in front of the desk.

The officer spoke, "Commander, we found her on a train to Munich with the others." Here are the belongings she had with her. He pointed to the suitcases and bag she had been carrying.

The commander took a deep breath, "That will be all, you are dismissed."

The two soldiers left the tent. Eleanor could hear the jeep start up and drive off.

The man with the notepad spoke, "Madame, do you know why you have been brought here?"

Eleanor said nothing. She could feel a deep sense of fear creep into her.

The man with the notepad stood up as he spoke, "You must know by now that we have captured Reggie. He struggled, there was a gunfight and he was killed. As aid was being given, he claimed his undying love for a woman by the name of Eleanor. This photo was found in his wallet." the man removed the blindfold and showed Eleanor the photograph.

Eleanor began to cry, holding her cuffed hands to her eyes.

The commander spoke in a determined voice, "Eleanor... I will ask this only one time... what was Reggie's final destination?" 

Eleanor was surprised by this question. Why would they need to know this if Reggie was really dead? "I don't know, he didn't tell me..." Eleanor said looking down at the dirt floor of the tent.

The Commander took a deep breath, "Eleanor, men are dying on both sides of this war every hour of every day. You have information that will help us, information that could make this war end much sooner. Your reply to our first question confirms who you really are. Now that we are absolutely sure who you are, it is now just a matter of getting from you one simple answer... the name of the city your Reggie was headed to." 

The commander stood up. "Since I am quite convinced of your identity, I will leave that task to the capable hands of the interrogator. Good day Eleanor" The commander walked out of the tent.

Eleanor's face sunk. She realized she had no experience being questioned, they had already tricked her into revealing who she was. She was still in horror over the possibility that Reggie might have been killed. She decided not to say another word, even if they killed her.

The interrogator lit a cigarette. He looked up at Eleanor. "Madame, tell me, why would such a beautiful young woman be found in an intimate relationship with a man as vile as Reggie?. 

Eleanor said nothing.

The interrogator took a deep drag of the cigarette between his fingers and said, "You do not feel like talking about it. So, we will begin by searching your belongings while you think about what to say. Just in case you are wondering my name is Thomas. Now let's see what we can learn about you Madame..."

With that, Thomas opened the suitcases carefully. He slowly picked up each item and carefully placed it onto the top of the desk. "I can see that you must have left many of your precious belongings. There is nothing of great value in here. Surely you must have brought something of value with you, Madame, perhaps in your bag?"

Eleanor remained silent.

Thomas opened the bag. He carefully removed the items one by one. "Aha... what have we here? A passport with the identity of Lori? This is most unfortunate for you Madame. It is a crime to forge a passport, you are not Lori, and we have proven by your own admission who you really are. This is a serious crime, are you not aware?"

Eleanor said nothing.

Thomas looked up taking the last drag of his spent cigarette before flicking it to the ground and mashing it with his boot. "Madame, there is only a few train tickets, a poorly forged illegal passport, and enough cash for a few days travel at best. Surely Reggie would have prepared better than this. Did Reggie give you anything special to bring with you? If so, I do not see it in your belongings. Surely he explained it was of great value. Perhaps you have it hidden somewhere on your body? "

Eleanor just looked at the man with a tear rolling down her cheek. How would he know this? Why was he looking at her that way?

Thomas shrugged his narrow shoulders, "Madame, pardon... if so, I will leave the tent to smoke a cigarette while you retrieve this items which is hidden on you." Thomas removed the handcuffs and left the tent. Eleanor could see him in the entrance facing away from her. She did not know what to do. She thought if she did nothing, he would assume she had nothing.

After a few minutes, Thomas turned his head towards her with his eyes closed. "Madame, are you decent? I must come back in now. I am finished smoking."

Eleanor just sat there.

Thomas stood in front of her looking down at her. "Well... you have nothing to show me? Madame, time is running out. I need to show progress. The commander will be returning any moment. Please, I beg you cooperate with me. It is much easier for both of us, no?"

Eleanor finally spoke up, "Reggie is not dead, you are lying to me!

Thomas smiled at her, "Madame... how would we have a photograph of you if we did not get it from Reggie? You saw how many soldiers were at the station. There was no escape. Not that he did not die trying. Please, just cooperate. You are in some serious trouble. A forged passport, no? Where did you get it from?" 

Eleanor knew Reggie would not be so stupid as to carry a photograph of her. Besides, he may not have even taken the train. She knew it was more likely for him to drive instead. Surely he would know the train station would be crawling with soldiers looking for them

Suddenly, the commander walked into the tent carrying a coiled rope. "Well? Do we know Reggie's destination yet? Have you found anything?"

Thomas nodded sadly, "Sir we do not know. The Madame, she has decided not to cooperate."

The commander looked furious. He looked right into Eleanor's eyes while speaking to Thomas, "Secure five troops from the front line and have them report immediately to this tent."

Thomas put his hand on Eleanor's face gently, "Madame, will you please reconsider?"

Eleanor said nothing. Thomas slowly withdrew his hand, turned and left the tent.

The commander sat on the field desk with his arms folded holding the coiled rope and said, "Listen young lady, I don't have time for these stupid senseless mind games of Thomas's. You have between now and when those troops arrive to tell me the name of the city."

Eleanor knew from the tone of his voice that something very bad was about to happen to her. She did not know why the five men were being summoned, but she knew she did not like the sound of it.

The commander picked up the items on the desk and one by one threw them to the floor as he spoke, "You have something in your possession we are looking for. We know you have it."

Eleanor said nothing.

The five soldiers lined up outside the tent. Thomas entered the tent. "Sir, the men are assembled. But I must object to this."

The commander turned toward Thomas and waved the coiled rope toward the entrance of the tent, "Thomas, why don't you go take a break. Come back in an hour and we will see where things are at after we do things... my way."

"Yes sir" Thomas responded. He looked at Eleanor and pursed his lips as he walked out of the tent.

"Troops front and center" barked the commander. All five men quickly entered the tent and stood in rank and file facing the commander with their rifles slung over their right shoulders. "Men, this woman has sensitive information that could turn the tide of this war, yet she refuses to share it with us."

The troops were tall broad shouldered young men who only moments before had been stationed in a foxhole on the front line. Their sunburned faces were unshaven and dirty. Their lips were dry and cracked from exposure. Their uniforms had mud stains. Their boots were worn. Their hands were blistered. There was black dirt under their fingernails from clawing at the dirt around them.  

The men stood at attention staring straight ahead into am imaginary nothing as the commander continued, "Men I want you to tie this woman to this field desk, remove her clothing, and proceed to rape her one at a time starting with you" He threw the coiled rope to the left most soldier in the line.

Without even a blink, the soldier handed his rifle to the troop next to him and stretched out the rope in front of him with two hands as he walked over to Eleanor.

Eleanor did not flinch, here eyes widened at the horror of what she had just heard.

The soldier placed the rope over both her wrists and quickly looped it around the wrists three times. Just as quickly, he flipped the extra length between her hands and around those three loops crossways and then tied it off. Eleanor was shocked at how quickly and precisely he had tied her wrists together.

The soldier jerked the rope hard making Eleanor jump to her feet. He drug her across the tent to the field desk and pulled her body over the top of it lengthwise. With her hands at one edge and her pelvis at the other edge. He tied the rope to one of the table legs, keeping her hands securely at the edge and then cut the rope with his knife.

He jumped to the other end of the field desk and kicked Eleanor's feet apart. He quickly lashed one ankle to one table leg, cut the rope, then lashed the other ankle to the other table leg. Eleanor was securely bound bent over the wooden field desk with no hope of escape.




Interrogation of Eleanor



The soldier rudely ripped Eleanor's dress from her body throwing it to the ground. He began to unfasten her bra when suddenly the Commander shouted, "At ease soldier." And the soldier returned to the rank and file taking his rifle from the man next to him and slinging it back to his shoulder assuming the position of attention with the rest of the soldiers.

The soldiers just continued standing at attention staring off into nothingness, even though Eleanor's attractive body was bound bent over the field desk in front of them covered only by a bra and panties. 

Eleanor said nothing. She looked at the far side of the tent in front of her. Her mind was in shock. She could not believe this was actually happening. Her body tensed as she tried not to think of the men who were now seeing her nearly naked body.

The commander opened the foot locker and reached inside. He placed a yard stick on the table next to Eleanor's face. He reached back into the foot locker and retrieved a shiny black club shaped truncheon with a handle and a leather loop at one end and placed it on the table. He pulled a jar of petroleum jelly out of the foot locker and placed on the table. The commander then stood up and kicked the lid of the footlocker closed.

Eleanor felt her knees go weak as she looked at the assortment of things the commander had placed on the table within her view. She felt butterflies in her tummy wondering what he intended to do next.

The commander walked around to face Eleanor, while looking into her glazed over eyes he barked, "Parade Rest!" The men all dropped their rifle buts to the ground at the same time, now holding the rifle by the tip of the barrel with one hand while placing their other hand behind the small of their back. All at once they spread their feet shoulder width apart. 

The commander faced the soldiers and spoke as he put on a pair of black leather gloves, "Men you are about to witness the interrogation of this woman. I prefer not to resort to having you rape her until I have first tried my best to gain her cooperation. You may direct your eyes at will."

The men all cleared their throats and adjusted themselves slightly, relaxing their shoulders and scratching their faces as they now looked directly at Eleanor. Their eyes became wide and alert at what was a very beautiful female, and at the various items placed on the table.

Eleanor took a deep breath and wondered how she was going to weather the obvious brutality the commander seemed intent on dishing out in the presence of these men. Her body went limp. She felt the cool wooden surface of the table on her face as she laid her head down partially accepting her fate.

The commander picked up the yard stick and touched the back of Eleanor's neck with the tip of it and slowly and delicately ran it down her spine to her panty clad bottom tapping it as he spoke in an even tone, "Eleanor, your body is so young and beautiful it breaks my heart to leave any marks upon it. I will give you until the count of ten to tell me the name of the city, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!"

Eleanor felt the yardstick leave her bottom and then she heard a swish... THWACK! She felt the intense sting of the yardstick across her buttocks. Her body tensed immediately from the searing pain. She felt the yardstick running up the inside of her left leg and stop mid thigh.

A few of the soldiers cleared their throats and smiled at each other. To these young men who had scarcely seen a female in over a year, this was powerfully erotic to witness. Eleanor had long slender legs and a nicely shaped bottom. The commander knew exactly what he was doing to these sex starved minds.

The commander spoke in the same even tone, "Eleanor, now that you have felt the sting of one single blow through the thin fabric of your panties, you can understand my reservations. On your bare skin, I'm certain to leave a welt. However, you leave me little choice."

The commander put down the yardstick and slowly pulled down her panties revealing her shapely bottom with a crimson mark left by the yardstick. The commander whispered to her as he reached for the jar of petroleum jelly, "While you think it over... let's see if you have hidden what we are looking for somewhere obscure." 

The commander opened the jar and pressed his middle finger into the jell scooping out a good sized dollop. As he gently massaged the finger between her pussy lips spreading the jell he continued whispering, "Don't worry, I will make sure you are warmed up and lubricated before I turn these savages loose on you."

With that, his gloved finger slid abruptly inside of her vagina. Eleanor's buttocks tensed and her mouth dropped open, but she stopped herself short of making any noise, trying desperately to remain in control. She felt his finger slide deeper still.

The commander's eyebrow raised, "Well, I think we have found what we have been waiting for. Trooper! Come forward to assist in retrieving this item." The Commander nodded at the same soldier who had tied Eleanor to the table. 

"Sir, yes Sir" The trooper replied slinging his rifle across his back and stepping aside the commander.

The commander stood to the side of Eleanor and spread her ass cheeks widely apart. "Trooper! Fall to your knees behind the woman." The trooper quickly did as instructed. "Put some lubricant on your fingers and retrieve the item."

The soldier looked up at the commander for a moment, but quickly realized that this was a direct order. He quickly covered his fingers with the lubricant and slid his forefinger and thumb into the quivering pussy. It was warm and slippery. The soldier felt his penis begin to throb at the sight. His mind reeled at the velvety feeling of the pussy as he pressed his fingers in deeper.

Eleanor lifted her head twisting it from side to side, "uhhhhhhhh!"

The soldier could feel something hard with the tip of his index finger. "Sir, I can feel it, but it is too far in for me to grab." The soldier withdrew his fingers.

The commander smiled, "Trooper, use the truncheon to loosen the vagina." The commander reached over and picked up the truncheon and handed it to the soldier. 

The soldier looked up at the commander for a moment then applied lubricant to the tip of the truncheon. He pressed the tip of the truncheon to the now swollen lips of Eleanor's pussy. The truncheon was about an inch and a half in diameter and rounded at the end. At first, it did not seem to go anywhere. The Soldier pressed harder. Slowly... it began to sink into Eleanor's pussy.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh ... " Eleanor began to moan.

The shiny black club slid slowly in about three or four inches. The soldier began to fuck the truncheon in and out very slowly and gently until Eleanor's pussy began to loosen up a bit. He was careful not to go too deep and push the item in any further. He withdrew the truncheon and slid his fingers back inside. This time he was able to reach in a bit further, but he still could not retrieve the item.

The commander nodded, "Put it back inside and move it around like you are stirring a pot."

The soldier slowly inserted the truncheon again. This time it sank in easily. He slowly began to wrench the truncheon around in small circles.

Eleanor placed her face down on the table with her eyes closed muttering to herself, "Ohhhhhhh... God!" Her buttocks tensed a little and she pressed up on her tiptoes as the soldier made larger and larger circles. Her hands clenched the edge of the table. The other soldiers were adjusting their pants, and their hands had found their pockets as they eagerly watched.

The soldier withdrew the truncheon slowly. It made a slurp as it came completely free. He reached his fingers inside the now hot quivering pussy and easily grasped the edge of the item with his thumb and forefinger and slowly pulled it out 

The commander grabbed it from the soldier and held it up to the light of the lantern. "Well, this is exactly what we were looking for" he exclaimed. He put the edge of the pouch in his teeth and ripped it open pouring the five gold coins into the palm of his gloved hand.

Eleanor heard the tinkle of the gold coins. Her heart sank! She took a deep breath of relief at how gentle the soldier had been though. And although her bottom was stinging from the yardstick, her pussy was now aching for more. She felt a dreamy sensation of pleasure mixed with pain. She looked over at the four soldiers who were looking back at her. She wondered what they must be thinking.

The commander inspected the gold coins carefully, "Eleanor, surely you knew we would eventually find these. You have no idea what you have been smuggling do you?" The commander patted her bare bottom. 

The commander continued, "These coins contain micro maps of the five German divisions, their positions and armaments. Look!" The commander took a pocket knife and scratched away the surface of the gold paint on one of the coins to reveal the micro map etched in the flat steel surface below, "Reggie was using you to deliver these for him."  

The commander nodded to one of the four remaining soldiers, "Trooper! Take these to Thomas and have him forward them to the General ASAP!" The soldier picked up his rifle and took the coins and ran out of the tent.

The commander picked up the yardstick and looked into Eleanor's glazed eyes, "We are half way finished now. All we need is the name of the city? I have a little game called 'willpower' we shall see who wins this delightful game, you or me?" The commander picked up the truncheon and pressed it rudely up inside of Eleanor's pussy as far as it would go.

"Ugggggggghhhhh...." Eleanor squirmed against the ropes. Half of the truncheon remained dangling from her pussy jutting almost straight out. The leather loop swayed back and forth.

The commander instructed the solder on his knees behind Eleanor, "Trooper, kneel to one side. Hold your hands out beneath her and catch the truncheon when it falls out. Between the time it falls, and the time you catch it, I will swat her bare buttocks with the yardstick. After I swat her with the yardstick, press the truncheon back inside of her vagina as far as it will go."

The commander tapped Eleanor's rump with the yardstick, "You heard the rules of the game young lady, each time the truncheon slips free... you get a swat... and the truncheon is replaced just as quickly. You can stop this brutal process at any time by telling us the name of the city."

The soldiers watched with anticipation as the truncheon slowly moved bit by bit. Eleanor breathed out very slowly. She tried to clench the truncheon with her pussy muscles but she knew ultimately it was futile. There was too much petroleum jelly and the truncheon was shiny smooth. 

As it slipped slowly out, Eleanor wondered about the coins Reggie had given her. She began to wonder, why he would have her transport them this way?

The truncheon started to slide faster. The commander wound up with the yardstick waiting... the truncheon bounced up and down as Eleanor's pussy muscles began quiver... then it popped free... THWACK!!

Eleanor lurched forward against the edge of the wooden table from the sting, and as promised, the soldier rudely re-inserted the truncheon all the way in until it bottomed out on Eleanor's cervix. The mixture of pain from the sting of yardstick mixed with the sudden penetration of the truncheon made Eleanor rise on her tiptoes again. 

She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes. She wondered how much more she could take. The truncheon slid bit by bit a little faster now. Her own juices betrayed her, as her pussy had warmed to the activity. She breathed heavily. The truncheon again bobbed up and down and popped free... THWACK!!

"UGHnnnnnn!!" Eleanor moaned at the sting on her bottom.

The soldier slipped the truncheon back home quickly. Eleanor was losing her mind! The pain seared in the tender skin of her bare buttocks. It hurt much more than when the Commander first swatted her, when her panties were still on.

The soldiers were wide eyed, staring at the woman, and the scene unfolding in front of them. Their lips were heavy and their pupils were dilated. The lust was welling up inside of them. Eleanor's behind was marked with three red stripes. The skin of her bottom and thighs shined in the lantern light from all the petroleum jelly which had smeared all over her in this brutal process.   

The truncheon slipped bit by bit even faster this time. Eleanor moaned.... "Oh God.... Please... I beg you..."

The truncheon bobbed up and down and popped free... THWACK!! The commander quickly dished out another blow. 

This time the soldier failed to catch the truncheon. In a moment of spontaneous lust... he quickly turned his face and pressed it into Eleanor's pussy! He grasped her thighs and pulled his face in for all he was worth, mashing his tongue deeply into her hot throbbing pussy! Twisting his head like a wild animal!

Eleanor's head raised up in surprise at the sensation, "Ahhhhhhhhhh...." She looked over her shoulder to see what was taking place.

"AT EASE!!" The commander shouted. 

I SAID AT EASE TROOPER!!" The commander screamed hitting the soldier in the back of his helmet with the yard stick.

The soldier quickly stood at attention muttering, "Sorry Sir, I... uh, I.... lost control Sir!" The soldier stood in shame realizing his error.

"What in HELL are you thinking soldier?!" the commander barked.

"Sir, permission to speak freely Sir!" the soldier now red faced muttered in reply.

"Yeees?" the commander added.

The soldier trembled as he spoke, "Sir, the woman.... I have never seen such a beautiful woman... I could not help it... my face was so close to... I mean...."

"AT EASE Trooper. You will apologize to the woman for attacking her vagina immediately!" barked the commander.

The Trooper stuttered, "I... I... I am sorry for attacking your vagina." 

"DROP... and give me fifty!" The commander barked.

The soldier hit the ground in the front leaning rest position and began pumping out fifty pushups with his rifle still strapped across his back.

"Maybe that will restore some logic in that peanut of a brain resting beneath that helmet! My God, Man... are we wasting that helmet protecting such a minuscule brain?" the commander continued in anger. 

As the soldier counted out his pushups in a humble quiet voice, "1 Sir, 2 Sir, 3 Sir..." the commander addressed the other three remaining soldiers, "Any of the rest of you having any wild ideas? So help me God, I will grind you into the earth if any of you try something like that. Understood?"

"Sir, Yes Sir!" the three soldiers replied in unison.

Eleanor was still trying to compute what had just taken place. She was relieved that the brutal punishment had subsided for the time being. She laid her head down on the table. She was tired now. Her wrists were hurting, her bottom stung so badly. 

The commander picked up the truncheon from beneath Eleanor. It was covered in dirt now. He held it up to Eleanor's face, "Young lady, it appears this game has come to an end. You have still not given us the name of the city. I am losing my patience, as are these soldiers. I have no choice but to continue the interrogation until you decide to cooperate."

Eleanor's heart sunk to the pit of her tummy. She closed her eyes trying to block out what was inevitably going to take place. 

The soldier who had been ordered to do fifty pushups remained in the front leaning rest position after completing the pushups with his arms trembling, he was waiting for the commander to say the magic words "at ease" that would allow him to stand back up.


The commander stood at the head of the soldier, "Son, are you prepared to rape this woman?"

"Sir, yes Sir!" The soldier enthusiastically replied from his position.

The commander turned to the other three and squawked, "About Face!" The three soldiers turned facing away from Eleanor.

"Trooper! Proceed." The commander said in an even tone as he slowly sat down in the wooden chair.

The soldier jumped back to his feet brushing the dirt from his hands. His face was still red from the exertion of doing fifty pushups. He removed his rifle and handed it to one of the other soldiers. He removed his helmet, and his uniform shirt revealing his muscular upper body. He unbuttoned his trousers and let them fall down to his boots. His throbbing penis sprung out like a steel trap. The head was swollen and purple.

He stood behind Eleanor for a moment breathing deeply. Slowly he pressed the head of his penis against the swollen entrance to Eleanor's pussy. His penis sank inch by inch into her. 

Eleanor moaned, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh..." as the young soldier's penis filled her beyond full. the swollen head continued to press firmly against her cervix. "Ahhhh!" Eleanor yelped as he bottomed out.

He stopped there and left his penis where it was. He reached up to the back of her bra and struggled to release it. The soldier became frustrated an began jerking on the bra saying, "Damn it!" under his breath.

The commander jumped up, "Easy trooper, lets not destroy all of her clothing." He walked over and helped the soldier unfasten the bra. "At some point this young lady will cooperate and give us the information we desperately need, at which point she will need to put her clothing back on so we can drive her home."

Eleanor's mind suddenly keyed into what he had just said, and for the first time she realized this whole ordeal could be over if she just blurted out the name of the city. She began to wonder about what Reggie had done. Why did he give her those coins? Was he really just using her like some kind of carrier pigeon? Her mind was swimming.

The commander was playing the role of good cop now. Obviously he had crafted that response to put a seed in her mind. He knew exactly what he was doing. His whole demeanor had changed. He carefully removed the bra from beneath Eleanor revealing her small but well formed breasts. 

"Oh Fuck!! Look at those tits..." the soldier mumbled as his hands gently cupped her dainty but sensitive breasts. His penis began to throb as his mind wrapped around the moment. He just stood there with his penis deeply impaled into her pussy, leaning over her fondling her breasts.

One of the other three soldiers turned to look and remarked, "Hot damn!"

"Drop and give me twenty!" the commander shouted at him.

The soldier slung his rifle across his back and began doing his pushups.

The commander watched the soldier fondle Eleanor's breasts for a long while. The commander raised the yardstick THWACK! He swatted the fumbling soldier right on his bared buttocks. "Rape her you fool! Fuck her living brains out! 

The soldier lurched forward reaching back to his buttocks with one hand looking over his shoulder angrily at the commander.

"That's and order!" the commander added looking him right in the eye.

The soldier grabbed Eleanor by the waist and began to pump his penis in and out sawing his engorged penis in and out of Eleanor's warm inviting pussy. 

"Ahhhhhh..Ahhhhhh Ahhhhhh." Eleanor moaned with each inward thrust.

THWACK! "Fuck harder you idiot... this is not a lovemaking, this is a rape!" the commander squawked as he again belted the yardstick on the young soldier's ass. This had the doubled effect of making his penis grow even harder.

The soldier laid his heavy upper body onto Eleanor's dainty back. His hands clasped her arms just above the elbows trapping her tightly. He whispered in Eleanor's ear, "I'm sorry, please tell him what he wants to know." With that he began to drive his throbbing penis into the hilt hard with each thrust.

"Uhh... uhhh..uhhh...uhhh.uhhh...uhhh...uhhh...uhhh" Eleanor yelped with each thrust. The swollen head of his penis mashed hard against her cervix with each thrust.




Interrogation of Eleanor



THWACK! THWACK!! THWACK!! The commander began to swat the poor soldiers ass mercilessly.

"FUCK.... OH HOLY FUCK! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGG!!! The soldier spent his load deep inside of Eleanor. 

His body slumped limply onto Eleanor as he breathed in and out heavily. Eleanor could feel his heart pounding against her back. She felt a sense of sympathy for the whipping the soldier had endured. Her pussy was on fire from the intense fuck she had just experienced.

Between breaths, the spent soldier whispered, "Thank you."

Eleanor realized the poor soldier had absolutely nothing to live for. As an infantry soldier he had been reduced to nothing more than an animal. His life was in true peril. He could be killed any moment. This rape of her beautiful body could be the last moment of physical pleasure in his otherwise rotten life.

The soldier remained there caressing Eleanor's hair gently and kissing the back of her neck. Eleanor felt sorry for the poor young man. She felt like she should say something. She whispered, "I understand."

The commander stood up, "Ok Trooper, you've had your fun. Get your uniform back on now."

The soldier stood up and slowly withdrew his penis. He pulled up his uniform pants and quickly gathered his other things off to the side. 

The commander walked over to the soldier who had finished doing twenty pushups. He was still in the front leaning rest position. "Are you prepared to rape this woman?" the commander asked.

"Sir, Yes Sir" the soldier replied. 

The commander said, "Proceed." as he sat back into the wooden chair.

The soldier quickly jumped to his feet dusting off his hands. He ripped his rifle off his back and handed it to one of the other soldiers, he pulled his helmet and uniform shirt off in one quick swoop. He kneeled behind Eleanor and pressed his face into her swollen pussy as he unfastened his pants and began to pull them down. He began to pump his already hard cock with his hand as he licked and slurped at Eleanor's pussy.

Eleanor moaned, "ohhhhhhh...." as the soldier continued wildly slurping away.

THWACK!! The commander swatted the soldier on his ass. "Get on with it!"

The soldier stood up and quickly sank his throbbing cock in and immediately began fucking Eleanor like a wild animal. His thrusts were quick, deep and self serving. He gripped her waist tightly driving his penis home hard with each thrust. 

"Ah... ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." came involuntarily out of Eleanor's mouth with each driving thrust. Her pussy was on fire again, her eyes closed tightly and she bit her bottom lip. 

THWACK!! "Harder trooper! Fuck her like your life depended on it!"

The soldiers hands gripped Eleanor's waist so tightly she could feel his fingernails digging into her. He increased his efforts now fucking her even harder!

"AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH!" Eleanor was screaming now at the end of each painful thrust! Her mind was swimming with the mixture of pain and pleasure. She felt like the soldier was going to split her apart , but at the same time she felt a thunderous orgasm welling up inside of her. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... oh GOD!!" Eleanor orgasmed as the soldier continued to fuck away at her. She closed her eyes and her body went limp. Her thighs bumped up against the edge of the table with each thrust.... Whump! Whump! Whump!

THWACK!! THWAK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! the commander was beating the ever living shit out of the soldier!

AAAAAAAAAAH!! AAAAAAHH!! The soldier quickly lost his mind from all of the intensity of pain and pleasure he was experiencing, his mind had reached overload and he spewed his semen inside of Eleanor.

He quickly withdrew and spanked Eleanor's ass with his open hand, "That's some fine ass babe!" as he pulled up his pants and went to the other side of the tent gathering his belongings. He high fived the other soldier who was now completely dressed yelling, "Fucking Airborne, Whoo Whaahh!!"

The commander stood up and ran his fingers up and down Eleanor's spine gently, "Do you have anything you would like to tell me or should we continue?"

Eleanor remained silent. Her eyes were glazed over, her body covered in perspiration. The welts on her bottom were purple now. Her nipples were sore from being scraped back and forth on the rough surface of the table. Her thighs were bruised where they had been driven into the edge of the table repeatedly. Her wrists were sore from the rope. She was thirsty. But most of all, her pussy ached from all the fucking. 

She looked over at the two remaining soldiers facing away from her standing silently at attention with their rifles at their sides. She wondered how much more she could possibly take. She thought about Reggie, was he still alive? Did any of this really matter? Her heart sank, she realized she could not bring herself to jeopardize his life. She remained silent.

The commander patted her ass tenderly, "Your silence continues to seal your fate young lady!" He walked over to the remaining two soldiers. "Which of you wants to go next?"

Neither one said a thing. 

"What is this?" the commander asked in amazement.

"Sir, I don't want to be beaten with the yardstick, Sir!" one of the soldiers sounded off.

The commander picked up the yardstick then yelled directly in the soldier's ear, "Remove your pants Trooper!! 

The soldier handed his rifle to the other soldier and dropped his pants to his boots closing his eyes tightly.

The commander lined the yardstick up to the soldier's bare buttocks then wound up with an angry look on his face. THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! At the tenth lashing, the soldier collapsed unconscious to the ground in a heap. The commander stood looking at him out of breath and red faced with anger.

Eleanor watched in utter horror. Her insides were tingling with renewed fear. How could someone stand perfectly still and allow themselves to be beaten like that? She felt sorry for the poor soldier. She worried about herself now. Obviously the commander was frustrated that he was not getting the information he needed and he had just taken his rage out on the poor soldier.

The commander turned to the last soldier and spoke in a soft even tone, "Trooper, are you prepared to rape the woman?

"S, S, Sir, Yes, S, S, Sir" the soldier replied nervously.

The commander walked to the wooden chair and sat down, "Proceed."

The soldier laid the two rifles onto the collapsed soldier. He slowly removed his helmet. Instead of dropping his pants he unzipped his fly and fished out his flaccid penis. He walked behind Eleanor and just stood there.

The commander laughed, "Trooper, I thought you said you were prepared."

The commander stood up and walked over to the quivering soldier, "Trooper, I'm going to make a man out of you today. You may die a cowardly death by morning, but at least you will die a man. Drop your pants!"

The soldier quickly dropped his pants. 

The commander walked over to the other end of the table and turned Eleanor's head to face up and forward. The commander instructed the soldier "Bring that penis over here and place it in her mouth."

The soldier slowly stepped to the edge of the table an presented his penis to Eleanor. After seeing the horror the commander was capable of, she quickly drew the penis into her mouth.

"Ohhhhhh..." the soldier moaned as Eleanor gently sucked the frightened young man's penis. Her dainty hands struggled to reach his testicles at the edge of the table. She caressed them gently.

The commander whispered to the soldier, "Easy does it, we don't want you losing your crackers before the job is done."

Slowly the soldier's penis swelled to full size and his eyes began to close. The commander grabbed the soldier by the arm and walked him down to the business end of the table. "Ok, Trooper, are you prepared to rape this woman?"

"Sir, Yes Sir." The soldier replied.

He slowly sunk his throbbing penis into her swollen pussy until his thighs pressed hard against her bottom. He laid his upper body onto Eleanor and slowly pumped his cock in and out. His hands reached beneath Eleanor and cupped her breasts. His lips found hers and he began to kiss her. 

Eleanor was confused, her mind was mush. Her fear of the commander was so heightened, she actually craved the comfort of having this young man's body covering her. She kissed the young man passionately hoping to help him complete his task and avoid the harsh whipping.

She also worried that if he finished too soon, there were no other soldiers left. She feared the commander might resort to whipping her, or worse yet, fucking her himself. She tried to kiss the young man and linger in his comforting embrace. His eyes closed, and he began to moan softly, "Mmmmmmmmmm..."

The commander picked up the truncheon and wiped it off. He applied lubricant to it, slathering the length of it Eleanor feared he might be planning to force it into her rectum. She instantly became tense. The commander walked around to the other end of the table. Eleanor could not see what he was doing. She became very afraid.

Suddenly the soldier lurched forward, lifted is head up high and gripped the edge of the table tightly, grimacing his teeth, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Holy Fuck.... SIR!!"

The commander had shoved the truncheon up the soldiers ass and was now fucking him with it. "Fuck or be fucked Trooper!" the commander said as he slowly pushed the truncheon in to the handle and then withdrew it. Rhythmically, he continued to fuck the soldiers ass with the shiny black truncheon.

The soldier returned to kissing Eleanor, caressing her breasts and fucking his penis in and out, meeting the thrusts the commander was dishing out to his ass. The soldier moaned louder jerking and thrusting wildly, "Mmmmmf.....mmmmmmf...mmmmmmf!"

The commander swatted the soldiers ass with his gloved hand, "Come on boy, you can do it! Come on!" 

Just then, Thomas and the fifth soldier entered the tent.

Thomas shouted in outrage, "Commander!! What kind of orgy are you having at this prisoner's expense?!"

The fifth soldier stood in silence watching the commander saw the truncheon in and out of the nearly naked soldier. He looked over at the other soldier passed out on the floor, the swollen red marks across his naked ass. The other two soldiers standing off in the corner masturbating. 

The soldier fucking Eleanor lifted his head and moaned loudly, "Ohhhhhhhhh God!!" He jerked and lurched as he experienced an intense orgasm from al the stimulation to his prostate the commander was delivering. He shot his load deep inside of Eleanor.

The commander slowly withdrew the truncheon and the soldier stood up and withdrew his penis from Eleanor.

Thomas rushed over and began to untie Eleanor as he spoke, "Commander they have located Reggie, he is in Frankfurt! The General has asked that I take Eleanor there to be used as a hostage. There is not time, help me get her clothes back on, quickly!"

The commander took a deep breath, "Thank God! I thought I was going to have to fuck her myself."

Eleanor's mind was spinning now. What did this mean? What was going to happen to her? 

She could hardly stand. her legs were weak and cramped. Her pussy ached from all the fucking. She was shaking from head to toe. Thomas pulled up her panties and handed her the bra, "Quickly Madame, get dressed, the jeep is waiting!"

Thomas picked up the torn dress and patted the dirt off of it, "This will have to do, there is not time to waste. Quick, put it on!"

The soldiers were all dressed now. The soldier who had collapsed had been helped up by his fellow soldiers. They all stood at attention in rank and file. There was no question all five had just had the experience of their life, one way or the other.

Thomas asked, "commander, do you have an overcoat?" 

The commander opened the footlocker and retrieved a black raincoat and placed it on Eleanor's shoulders. He grasped Eleanor by her arms and looked her in the eye, "Young lady, I have interrogated the best of them with no lesser treatment. You won. I could not break you. I fear my troops have suffered the worst of this ordeal. Go and do not fear me. My quarrel is not with you. I am simply desperate to end this bloody war at all costs... Good day."

Thomas walked Eleanor to the passenger side of the jeep and secured her seatbelt. He ran around to the drivers side and hopped in. He started the jeep and sped off down the dirt road, away from the tent and back towards town. Gunfire cracked all around and bright flares could be seen dotting the sky. It was early morning but still dark and cold.

After they were far away from the front line, they turned onto a regular highway. Suddenly it was very quiet. Eleanor's mind was still spinning. Her ordeal had lasted all night and she was very tired. Her insides were still shaking from what she had seen and what she had experienced.

Thomas reached into the back seat and handed Eleanor a canteen and a sandwich wrapped in wax paper. He spoke over the wind noise from the open jeep, "Madame, please eat something. You must be very hungry and tired. We have a long journey ahead."

Eleanor drank from the canteen and opened the sandwich taking a bite. She was very hungry. She gathered her wits and asked, "What are you going to do with me?"

Thomas was silent for a moment. He pulled over onto the side of the road and stopped. "Eleanor, I am a double agent, no? I am hired by the American's to interrogate prisoners who speak only French, eh? But I am also still working for Reggie. This makes me even more valuable."

He put his head in his hands and began to cry. Then he looked up at Eleanor, "This was a terrible mistake that was made. We used you as a decoy to distract the Americans. We fully expected you to give them the coins and tell them Reggie was destined for Frankfurt. The coins are useless, they contain erroneous maps that would ultimately throw off the Americans.

The plan was for you to quickly tell me these things when I interrogated you. I tried to make it as easy for you as possible, but you decided not to cooperate. Why? Why did you do that?"

Eleanor was shocked. She sat in total amazement. "I thought they would kill Reggie!!"

Thomas continued, "I could not tell you when we were alone. The scribe was sitting just outside the tent writing down each and every word. So I had to keep my cover. I know this cost you dearly. Eleanor, I am so sorry this happened."

Eleanor asked, "Where is Reggie?"

Thomas answered, "He is waiting in Munich with the real coins at the train station, in case you made it through. But we knew they would stop you. So he is hiding in an apartment near the station waiting for us. I am risking my life taking you there. By the time I return they might figure out I am a double agent."

"What will you do?" Eleanor asked.

Thomas looked up at the sky and said, "I will have Reggie beat me to look like you were taken from me. But that is ok, I am deserving this beating, no?"

Eleanor did not say anything. She was mad that all of this torment she had endured was for nothing.

Thomas spoke in a sullen voice, "Eleanor, those men, those soldiers, they will all be dead by this time tomorrow. It is a bloody war they are fighting there. The commander is a sick man, he does these things all of the time. What happened tonight means nothing to him. Within a week... he will no longer remember anything about you or what he did to you. I promise I will never speak of these things. I am truly sorry for what you have endured."

Eleanor looked out the window into the dark.

Thomas put his hand on the key to start the jeep, but before he did he spoke, "Eleanor, you must love Reggie very much. He is a lucky man to have a woman like you." Thomas started the jeep and they drove off through the twilight of the dawn toward Munich. 



Interrogation of Elisabeth



The soft warm rays of the sun splashed invitingly over Elisabeth as she awoke from a night sleep to the sound of Gary's truck starting. One of her toes caught on the covers as she straightened her legs, which slowly revealed her nakedness as the covers drew down exposing her breasts to the sunlight. Her lovely birthday suit was her usual sleeping attire. She got up lazily sitting on the edge of the bed while gathering her thoughts before making her way to the bathroom.

Shower time was a great time for thinking, plotting and reminiscing. She stepped into the spray reveling in its warm comfort. As she lathered her hair, she thought back to the first shower she and Gary had shared six month earlier. Their hands had shampooed each other's heads and the suds had run down their faces and had run into their mouths, which sent them into fits of laughter. She chuckled softly, remembering the warmth of his hands on her, and the sensations she felt when he was near.

As the hot water rinsed the shampoo out of her hair, she picked up the liquid bottle of body wash. The sweet fragrance of the cool liquid soap aroma filled the air; waking her further, as she dribbled it over her wet breasts. Her right nipple began to pucker as her left hand rubbed the soap over the breast. She sensuously moved her hands around and over each breast, sending delicious tingling shocks to her sexual desires.

"Oh my," she moaned as a wave of sexual pleasure washed over her body.

Elisabeth then ran the body wash over her legs for shaving. She just had to have them as smooth as glass to the touch, tonight. He loved a full bush but the lips silky soft. He would be spending a good deal of time enjoying her body pleasures. They had to be just right! She carefully checked for stubbles since they had to be perfect. "There; all done!" she thought.

She shut the water off – her body glistened with thousands of little water droplets. She grabbed a hand towel to wrap around her hair while a large fluffy bath towel soaked up every bead of water clinging to her smooth skin. Leaving the bathroom, she walked over to stand in front of her dresser. She glanced in the mirror at her new slim body as the large damp bath sheet fell to the floor. Her recent weight loss made her feel sexier than ever.

"Gary baby, are you ever going to enjoy this body tonight!" she mused, enjoying her reflection and swaying her body sensuously from side to side.

"MMMMMM," she moaned. "Tonight, I'm going to have fun seducing you. Oh yeah, tonight you'll follow my directions," she thought, with a smile as she hung up the towels to dry in the bathroom.

She sat down on the edge of the bed naked, to finish air-dry her hair while fluffing it. "Our play after the college football game will make you forget about everything else!" She thought over her plans for the evening, while putting rollers in her hair.

She dressed in a short denim dress and surveyed the room. Noticing their unmade bed, she decided to change the sheets to something a little more sexually inviting. The sheets on it now, with the swirling mixture of colors on the black background, that could easily hypnotize you, if you looked at them long enough. With the bed remade in sky blue sheets with clouds and butterflies, she continued setting the stage for the evening's games by placing large evergreen-scented candles around the room. Pleased with the effect, she left their bedroom.

She had other preparations to make. Elisabeth walked down the hallway to the study. They both had their own study, which allowed them to spread out their various projects without disturbing each other.

Tonight after the college football game, Gary would plan to finish his final exams and the semester's progress report for the department's chairperson. Elisabeth had her plans. She decided to hide his work, which would make him come looking for her.

She went back to the bedroom to hide the hard copy of data in her dresser drawer beneath her fancy bras and panties. With the data hidden, Elisabeth sat down at Gary's computer and left him the following message:

Hello Sweety,

Are you unable to find something? I have it and if you treat me right, I'll give it back to you. Of course, I have hidden it somewhere in the house. Come and find me and we can negotiate the trade of information.

Love, Elisabeth.

Her stomach jumped when she heard Gary's truck screech to a halt in the driveway. She left the study, determined not to have his early return spoil her plans.

She ran to the bathroom and took out the rollers from her hair as fast as she could – there was no way she would let him see her with rollers crowning her head.

*******

They greeted each other with a loving hug. Since it was lunchtime, they went into the kitchen where she prepared a couple of sandwiches. While they ate, they talked about a problem that happened that morning at the university.

With the mood Gary was in at the moment, finding the missing files now would not provoke the desired effect Elisabeth wanted. Instead, she needed a distraction preventing him from discovering her note prematurely. She feared the early uncovering of her plan, would land her head on a rusty iron platter. Thus, she asked him to help her put the final touches on their renovations of the living room.

Since the university football game was on television that afternoon, they moved the TV into the living room so he could glance at the game as they worked. By halftime, they had put the final touches to their new décor. Monday they anticipated the new furniture to arrive.

Gary then moved the television back into his study while Elisabeth finished the vacuuming. While Gary watched the second half of the game, Elisabeth's nervous stomach turned wondering how he would react to the missing files.

During a commercial, he got up to get a snack and something to drink. As Elisabeth headed for her study, he passed her in the hallway. He wrapped his arms around her and very passionately kissed her deliciously soft lips. The kiss held promises of hot steamy passion to come as he pinned her body against the wall.

"Oh my, it's been a long time since you kissed me like that," she said, with a sultry voice.

He nipped at her lips as he moaned, "MMMM aaahhh." That is when his tongue pushed passed her lips to take in a more demanding kiss.

With a sensuous moan, the kisses deepened and her arms wrapped around his neck. The kisses distracted them both from what was on their minds as his hands fondled her breasts over her red polo shirt.

When the kisses ended, he pressed his forehead to hers, "you are so tasty, I just want to eat you up." His arms tightened around her, pulling her just a little bit closer.

"If that's an invitation, I'm more then willing to share the meal with you," she said with a wickedly sexy smile in her eyes.

"Oh, how I would love to. But," he said, planting a kiss on her lips. "I have work that I have to get done," he pulled reluctantly away from her trembling body.

"You'll be sorry," she said with a wickedness that made him stop dead in his tracks.

"I already regret it Sweetheart, but I have to get that report done . . . or else," he said sadly, as his finger went a cross his neck.

Elisabeth went to her study to chat online, while Gary finished watching his game. After closing the chat-line, she eagerly went back to the bedroom preparing it for a night of passion. She wanted to be the sexual seductress, and manipulate Gary into her sensual web of desires.

Talking to herself – she laid out the sexual acts in her mind. "If things go as planned I might have the upper hand," but she also knew there was another way things could go. It would be for the two of them to be in control of the fun and games this evening.

When the football game was over, Gary left the television on for some background noise as he worked on his computer.

Elisabeth tried to get comfortable on the bed reading an erotic story, but her nervous stomach leaped to her throat with the change of noise from the study. Now she heard the sounds of a World War II movie coming through the wall between the study and the bedroom. It was a matter of minutes before he would come through the door. "Okay, okay, calm down. It's going to be fine," she told herself repeatedly.

A few minutes later, Gary flung the bedroom door open, entered, and demanded to know, "What's this garbage about you hiding my work? Where are my files? I need them . . . to get . . . my work finished . . ." His manner changed as he slowly looked around the room and commented, "Oh how nice. The fragrances of those candles are so sensual." His gaze returned to Elisabeth lying so seductively on the bed. "MMMM, I like that naughty nightie you have on!"

Her eyes spoke volumes. Clad only of a provoking negligee exquisitely fashioned in dark violet lace, she sensually reclined on the pillows, a sheer robe draping seductively over her. He could see her delightfully large breasts under the sheer lace.

He noticed a slightly wicked smile on Elisabeth's lips when he realized that she had seen his arousal. He watched her slowly lick her lips and remembered that he had not truly enjoyed the pleasure of her body in nearly two weeks. Lately they spent their time in bed talking and sleeping for lack of energy to do anything else.

Tonight, he had planned to finish the exams and report, so that tomorrow he would be free to enjoy what he pleased. Now, however, he had to find out what she had done with those files. She was the only one who could have tampered with his computer and now she was going to pay for her little trick. He considered that if she were in the mood to play a few sexual games, it would be on his terms.

Gary got himself under control and walked over to Elisabeth, "I want to know what you did with my files?" he asked in a very sexually demanding voice.

She gazed innocently up at him, "Files, what files, Sweety?"

"You know what files I'm talking about – the missing reports, which were on the computer. I only had a little more to finish on them and now you want to play games. Now, tell me what you did with them?" Gary said, as he stood over the bed next to her while it gradually dawned on him that the bedroom had been prepared to play the game on her terms.

He took hold of her wrist and forcefully pulled her off the bed. She tumbled onto the floor but he lifted her roughly to her feet. Without letting go of her, he dragged her around the room as he blew all the candles out. "There will be none of this tonight," he said decisively.

Continuing to pull her out the room, "Let's talk about my missing files," he demanded.

Elisabeth protested just a little as they were leaving the bedroom. Gary saw a small amount of fear in her eyes – something he had never seen before.

With his firm grip still on Elisabeth's wrist, he headed down the hall to the living room.

"Ouch, that hurt," she exclaimed as her butt smacked the sturdy cherry wood coffee table.

"It's not going to get any softer," Gary said, smiling inwardly, and thinking, "It is going to get even much harder before the evening is over."

He went over to the front window to close the curtains, so that the neighbors would not get a free show of the pleasure he was about to have. Next, he adjusted the floor lamp with a swing arm, pointing it directly in to her eyes.

She watched as he set the stage for her. She could feel the moisture starting to build between her legs. She thought, "Oh my, this is something I had not considered for this evening."

She got off the table shading her eyes, saying, "Hey, tilt that lamp down. It's blinding me."

"That's too bad. We are going to do this my way," he told her in a firm voice.

As he turned around, he noticed she was leaving the room, "Where do you think you are going?" he demanded.

"The bedroom," she replied in a very sensuous voice. He walked over to her when she added, "Why don't we go back into the bedroom and discuss the return of your files," while seductively caressing his chest to persuade him to follow her.

"I don't think so," he stated in a non-questionable manner, as he picked her up and dropped her bottom on the table harder than before.

"Hey, watch it. That really hurt," she said with a touch of fire in her eyes as she rubbed her rear-end.

Gary stood over her now with a commanding glare flaring in his eyes, "Are you going to tell me where my files are?"

Elisabeth swung her legs over to the other side of the table to get up, but lost that round as Gary grabbed her from behind, pulling the robe down around her waist and then onto the floor. Each time she tried to get up, he pushed her down, harder than before. With his hand firmly on her shoulder, he walked around the table to stand in front of her.

"Tell me where my files are?" he asked again as he stood towering over her.

The game was not going the way Elisabeth planned. The look of mastery in his eyes told her that Gary was totally in control of this game. The only control left to her at this point, was how long it would take her to give away the information. She would get her pleasure one way or another with Gary, since he was a good lover and enjoyed playing these little games.

"That light is so hot," she whined.

"Tough titties," he laughed.

Since Gary's plans had changed for the evening, he adjusted to the situation as quickly as he could. He decided to use the little surprise he picked up during the week, which he hid in the small cabinet in the coffee table. He was planning to use these toys on her tomorrow, but now was the perfect time since she wanted to play tonight.

As he considered his next move, Gary noticed the way the negligee clung next to her body, and since she had no panties or bra on, it aroused him. He wanted Elisabeth naked before he would tie her to the table, but he wanted to do it in a very playful manner. He would push the negligee straps off her shoulders leaving her totally exposed for his pleasure when she attempted to leave the living room.

"Stay put and I'll be right back," he said as he went to get something cool to drink. He went into the kitchen making enough noise for her to hear, which would give her a chance to escape. He stood where he could watch her movements.

She could not see him with the way the kitchen was in relations to the living room. At first, she waited patiently, before she decided to try to make a run for the bedroom again. As she reached the hallway, she heard his voice behind her, "Where do you think you are going?"

"If you must know, the bathroom," she said a little incensed. Elisabeth was annoyed at his tone of voice, not at the question, just at the firm and demanding tone.

He watched her go into the bathroom before he took this opportunity to get a couple of pillows for him to kneel on. He put the pillows in the living room under the coffee table where Elisabeth would not see them. Afterwards, he moved to stand outside of the bathroom to make sure his suspect would return to the interrogation area. After a few minutes of waiting, Elisabeth exited the bathroom and walked right into him.

"I had a feeling you would try to get back into the bedroom. NOW, let us return to the questioning area so I can find out what you did with my computer files. That is, unless you want to tell me here and now?" he said with a big playful grin.

His smile may have been playful but his eyes were still set in a firm and determined gaze. He was curious – he wanted to know where the files were. He also hoped she would not give in too easily since he was looking forward to playing around. He enjoyed these games where he assumed the role of the dominant lover over Elisabeth's submissive nature.

"No, I'm not going to tell you a thing. Now or later," Elisabeth said, feeling things were about to heat up for her and was looking forward to it.

Gary once again took a firm grip of her shoulders, turned her around to march her back to the interrogation room. As they were walking back, he pushed the straps off her shoulders for the negligee to fall off her body. She got excited with the way he removed the negligee. Moreover, she enjoyed the fact that he would be partial to the view of her walking naked in front of him, and the negligee lying on the floor behind them.

Gary smiled at Elisabeth as he slowly moved his hands back up to her shoulders while watching her bare backside as she walked. When they got to the interrogation table, with a touch of satisfaction, he pushed her around so he could watch her bare tuckus hit the table. In addition, he needed to keep her from seeing him, since his pants were getting a little tight from his erection.

Elisabeth's back was still to Gary as his hand caressed her arm downward to her wrist just before she felt the first cuff go on. When she realized what was happening to her, she felt the second cuff closing. The feeling of the cuffs gave her a restriction that made her wetter and wanton for him. Although the handcuffs were a surprise and unexpected, they put Elisabeth on Gary's terms for the evening. She was not going to win this game under these circumstances. She had hoped to take full advantage of his body this evening but she lost to him once again.

Elisabeth felt Gary's hands wondering over her body until they were on top of her breasts as he squeezed them firmly. He asked from behind, "Where are my files?" His hands went from a nice firm squeezing of the whole breast to the pinching of the nipples, just before he started pulling on them at the same time.

Elisabeth still said nothing, even when the squeezing became a little painful, but she was not giving in that easily.

As Gary let go of only one nipple, he reached over to swing her into a position to lay her down on the table with just enough support under her neck and head. Once she was lying down, he knew that the lights blinded her, which gave him a chance to move the pillows under his knees.

Now he was ready to start her teasing interrogation until she told him what he wanted to know. He knew her key spots to drive her crazy before taking his advantage.

She could not use her hands to stop him as long as she was totally at his mercy. He had to watch out for her legs while they were unrestrained, and they could be powerful enough to knock him off balance.

Elisabeth liked the feeling of being at his mercy as she looked trustingly at Gary. She knew he would not take an abusive advantage of her body in their present stage of playing.

The physical torturing began. At first, Gary spread her legs apart with a small touch of force, opening them just enough to get his hand with two fingers into her wet entranceway to start playing with her womanhood. He found she was already wet.

"I knew you would be ready for me," he smiled wickedly at her. She squirmed at his touch. He stopped his finger manipulations short of her coming to full orgasm. Along with an annoyed moan of dissatisfaction when he stopped, there was a look of displeasure on her face when he asked, "How many copies of my files did you make?"

She remained silent until his fingers just touched her gently. She moaned from the touch, given that she was so close to a climax, when he asked again, "Where did you hide my files?"

"I wouldn't tell you a thing," she said, shaking on the edge of pleasure she so desired to go over.

He heard a trembling weakness in her voice, confirming that it may not take too long to get some information out of her. He playfully touched her again, her body quivering from unsatisfied desires. "If you want me to keep touching you, you'll have to answer all of my questions. Plus, you MUST answer the questions CORRECTLY," he informed her in a determined voice.

Elisabeth's body started to relax from not being touched. She longed for him to continue his playing, if he would let her climax, she would tell him what he wanted to know.




Interrogation of Elisabeth



He blew his warm breath on her mound of Venus that made her quiver just a little. Moving to the other end of the table, he placed his fingers near her nose. Watching her inhaling deeply the musk of her scent on his fingers, he touched her lips lightly causing her to react the way he wanted her too. She began to lick his finger with her tongue to taste the juices but they disappeared. Pining with desire, she watched him place the covered fingers in his mouth. He was out to titillate the mind and body submission - she heard him say, while he licked his fingers, "Now that was tasty . . . very sweet and delicious," as he smacked his lips together.

Elisabeth was so close to climaxing at that moment that she might have told him everything if only he would touch her again. The intimidating was driving her wild with need. Still lying down uncomfortably, she twisted against the cuffs that would not give way. She desperately wanted to get her hands on his cock, which she hoped was as hard as she was wet.

Gary began to laugh from the amount of pleasure he got watching her twirl on the table to no avail. He was in total control now; Elisabeth was no longer his lover but his play toy, his private play toy, to do with as he pleased. The look on her face was one of submission. Elisabeth had just lost any control she may have had in the game she started.

Elisabeth knew, with time, she would tell him everything he wanted to know and then some. This would be her only control in this game, how long she could hold out. She figured the next couple of hours of playing should get them hot, bothered and sexually relaxed for the first time in two weeks. Nevertheless, lying on the table would not be easy but it could also be fun to have sex on the coffee table. This was never one of her fantasies but this relationship offered new opportunities all the time.

He wanted her somewhat comfortable, yet restricted from leaving in the middle of this interrogation. Gary leaned over to plant a passionate kiss on her lips as he rose to a sitting position.

"Oh my, that's so sweet and tasty Gary," she moaned lovingly into his ear when the kiss ended. Elisabeth felt his hand roaming down her right leg, all the way down to her ankle and smiled at his gentle touch. She had a moment of surprise followed by a shock, when Gary cuffed her ankles together with a leg separator. Upon hearing a chain, moving through the leg separator, she felt her body being pulled down to the point that her knees bent at the edge of the table. She sat up as he attached the bar to the legs of the table.

He ran his fingertips up her legs to place them mere inches away from her soaking wet desire. Those fingers made teasing circles on the top of one leg then on the other, always coming close but not touching her pleasure point. She watched in silence as he played. Next, his fingers started to travel up her tummy, between her large hanging breasts, to her shoulder. With his mouth, just a mere inch from her lips, he ordered her to lie down again.

Her mind started to spin, was she having a vertigo attack or was his very sweet presents making her mind swim into confusion? "Lie down?" she asked unsure of herself. Slowly her body went backwards under his guiding hands. Now that she was arched on her back over her handcuffed hands, he teased her mouth with his fingers. She eagerly opened her lips to suck the fingers, to taste them, to savor them. Her tongue played over and between the two fingers in her mouth. Once Gary realized that her saliva nicely covered the fingertips, he pulled them out of her mouth and started to trail them down her chin, to her neck.

When he got to one of her breasts, he swirled his fingers over the areola causing it to become hard with the nipple sticking straight out. With his other hand, he reached into the table cabinet and took out a pair of nipple clamps. He placed his mouth over her left breast and tickled it with his tongue. As he released the nipple from his teeth, he put on the first nipple clamp.

"AAHH," she cried out in surprise. The shock of the clamp stunned her as she concentrated on what he just did. Her concentration broke when she felt the second clamp clasping her right breast.

Gary enjoyed putting both those nipple clamps on, and the look of surprising shock playing across her face. He smiled to himself as the evening evolved with the shocking surprises for his submissive play toy.

He moved his two fingers into her warm cavern to manipulate it a little more. Once his fingers were wet, he ran them through her nice hairy bush before pulling on a few of those nice long pubic hairs.

Elisabeth was primed and ready for almost anything at this point. He decided she would gladly agree to have him cum in her mouth. He then pulled her up from the table and forced her down to her knees in front of him with her hands still cuffed behind her. He stood over her with his full erection in her face. He liked the idea of fucking her mouth with his hands on her head guiding her to take him deeper and deeper. Gary was in seventh heaven at the pleasures he began to receive. He had to fight the urge to explode too quickly since she had a great suctioning ability when seduced into it.

Elisabeth enjoyed sucking on Gary to a point, and this evening; he pushed her to her limits a little more, which she enjoyed. As usual, he was tolerant of her problem to give a great blowjob. Her tongue played around the head of his cock, titillating it. Getting his cock into her mouth now, there was a nice surprise for her; a taste of chocolate coated his manhood. She happily licked away at the chocolate the way she would at any kind of lollipop. Gradually, his erection became harder and longer. She sucked on the tip with her lips pulling it deeper into her mouth. His hands guided her head back and forth, building the speeding movement of her head, and before she knew it, her mouth was full of his seeds of pleasure.

Then ever so slowly, Gary pulled out of Elisabeth's mouth. What she did not swallow dripped off her lips and fell onto her breasts. He quickly took the towel that was within reach, and held it up to her lips to catch the chocolate flavored cum that was coming out of her mouth. He was delighted to see very little coming out of her. She was slowly improving her ability to swallow his seed. "That's a good girl. You did very nicely," Gary said appreciatively – he had loved every second of this encounter.

He leaned forward to help put Elisabeth bottom back on the edge of the interrogation table, carefully this time. They both sat there for a few minutes with her leaning against him for support because she was weak from her first successful blowjob. He enjoyed just holding her while he regained his own strength from this mind-blowing occurrence.

In order for her to relax, he carefully undid the cuffs before laying her back on the table. While she was making herself comfortable – as much as she could – he attached one of her wrists to the leg of the table and left the other hand free for the moment.

He left the living room to get a hot washcloth from the bathroom to clean himself as well as her over flow of his juices. She was now in a very submissive state of mind, where her desires were starting to peak even higher.

Elisabeth lay on the table in bliss at the pleasure she gave Gary. She knew that he would give her some reward, but what kind, was yet to be determined. Her reward was the washing of her face, neck and breasts with the warm cloth in his playful hand. What she wanted him to do was enter her either with his fingers, or better yet with his hard erection. Now, if only he would ask the questions that needed to be answered.

He decided to find out little things, or nothing, to have his pleasure with her just the way she was now. These small questions would delay her total satisfaction and make her beg to tell him everything. Beg to pleasure him further. Almost as if reading her mind, Gary asked, "How many copies of the files did you make?"

"I made one copy, plus a hard copy of everything," she said with hope of receiving some physical reward for her answer.

"Did you make a copy of my paper to the Department's Chairman?" he asked in a much softer tone.

"Yes." It was a soft answer with a pleading sound of unfilled desires.

Gary smiled and knew Elisabeth could not see it, which was half of the pleasure of this game. He could see everything while she was only able to see his dark shadow over her. Gary heard her, but did not let on to it, since her response was barely audible. He removed his hand from her body altogether before saying, "I already told you, I was not going to do anything unless you answered the questions. I saw your lips move but nothing came out," he laughingly said.

He saw some pleading in her eyes just before she answered a little louder this time. "I said YES," she said in an irritated tone.

The answer was not in a pleading tone this time but in an annoyed one. He was not going to allow that, in the least. He would end this before taking those sorts of answers. He turned her on her side just enough to raise her posterior off the table and gave it a good hard whack.

While lying on her side, she came dangerously close to the edge of the table. She could feel that if Gary's hand let go she would be on the floor. Elisabeth now knew that Gary was going to have it his way, all the way. If she was going to get any satisfaction, she was going to have to play by his rules.

After that smack on the rump, Gary told her clearly, "All replies are to be given in a pleasant tone, or I will turn you on your belly and beat the answers out of you." Just before rolling her to a prone position, he gave another harder smack on her nice round bottom.

Elisabeth knew him well enough to know when he was telling the truth. She determined to edge her chances of satisfaction by apologizing. "I'm sorry Sweety; I didn't mean to be so nasty in replying to your question. I hope you will forgive me." She smiled seductively at him since she wanted to continue the sexual games and not to have them turned into a painful torture.

Gary had a triumphantly smile that Elisabeth finally got this point across to her. Maybe tonight she would learn it, so she would remember it for the future of their relationship. Maybe a little hard and nasty playing would teach her a little etiquette for their dominant/submissive playtime. He wanted this relationship to grow in a healthy way.

He still had the advantage over her and was glad that she could not see his smile. He longed to kiss her passionately at that moment but he knew that would change the balance of the game. He would get his kisses later, when they would be very sweet indeed but he had to continue playing it tough for now.

"All right bitch, your apology is under consideration. Although, there is no guarantee that it will be accepted," Gary said, in an all too commanding voice. "And if you don't want to make me madder, you reply to my questions, NOW!" 

Elisabeth was no longer close to a climax from this little cool down period but she knew she had no choice but to reply as sweetly as she could. "Yes Sweety," she said loud enough for him to hear without a problem.

'Sweety,' he thought. That was a good sign that Elisabeth was going to play nice for a while. He knew it might take a little longer to get to the final answers, nevertheless, he did not mind – there was still a lot of fun to be had. He had all night to tease, torture, and play with his sexual play toy.

Gary knew she could not do anything without his permission. She could not get up, go to the bathroom, or have any form of nourishment. This gave him a few other tortuous taunting ideas that he might use on her. He got up from the floor to stretch his legs for a few minutes as he walked around. He watched Elisabeth lying on the table with her eyes closed to keep the light out of them. She did not move other than the rise and fall of her chest. There was some moisture starting to grow on her skin from the warm light, which he considered turning down just a little. Turning the light down would give her the ability to see him better. Maybe in a little while, when she would be worn-out, he would turn it down and she would not notice the difference.

He reached for the tea that was on the end table. He did not realize how thirsty he was until he downed a long gulp, which made him wondered how thirsty Elisabeth could be. He was about to ask her if she wanted something to drink when he decided against it. If she wanted to have a drink, she would have to trade something for it. He turned back to Elisabeth to drip a few drops of the iced tea on her lips. As she licked each drop from her dried lips, "Want some more?" he asked.

"Yes please," she said a little hoarsely.

"Then tell me where is the diskette that you hid?" he inquired.

"There are no diskette," she said.

"No diskettes. Then how the hell did you take the material off my computer?" he said annoyed. "If you destroyed those files, you will spend the next couple of days, retyping them for me."

"I didn't destroy the files or delete them. I saved them on a CD," she told him.

He laughed softly to himself, 'I should have known she would save my work on a CD," he thought. "Okay where is the CD you made?"

"Safe and sound in the bedroom," she replied hoping for more ice tea.

"Where in the bedroom?" he ordered her to reply.

"In a night stand," she said with care. She felt her wrist being uncuffed while Gary helped her to sit up. When she regained her balance on the table, she felt a cold wetness against her hip. Elisabeth reached down to pick up the bottle of ice tea. In a few swallows, she downed half the bottle. Knowing that she did not divulge the full truth of where the CD was, she polished off the bottle quickly.

Meanwhile, Gary left the room to go to the master bedroom to look for the CD. He looked on her side of the bed first but no luck. "I should have had her tell me which nightstand," he swore to himself. He went around the bed to his side only to find no CD in the other nightstand. He sat down hard on the bed. "Damn it. In the nightstand, there are only four nightstands in the house," he said as he considered what she said. Then he headed to the guest bedroom to check the nightstand and found nothing in the drawers. Now he was getting pissed.

Gary walked out of the guestroom to head for the kitchen for a snack. As he prepared himself a sandwich, he thought of how she could have hidden the CD in any of the nightstands. He had looked in all the drawers but not behind them.

Elisabeth heard him go into the kitchen. She knew he had not found the CD because he forgot that she loved to hide his stuff in unlikely places. Give him time; he will come back for more playing and investigating.

He spent a long time in the kitchen and she wanted to call out to him to bring her a sandwich too – or maybe, set her free so she could make them a good dinner. However, she kept her mouth shut, waiting for him.

He started to wonder just how long they had been at this, so he looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was ninety minutes since he had first entered the bedroom. "WOW, that's a stretch!" he thought.

The next round of teasing, to get what he wanted, would be with food. He enjoyed sharing his meals with her. Even to the point of using her as a dinner plate. When Gary came back in the room, Elisabeth was trying to stretch out the kinks in her body.

She was getting frustrated because her shoulders were a little sore, along with her wrists. She turned around, saw his face, and knew he was not going to let her go just yet. The food in his hands only made her hungrier than she already felt. "Please Sweety, I would like something to eat as well, PLEASE," she pleaded.

Gary would let her have something to eat and drink, but she would have to trade for it. "All right, I'll let you have something to eat and drink, but you'll have to sit."

Elisabeth wanted the food and drink first. She looked at that table that was so hard when she finally noticed the pillows on the floor wanting them under her round bottom. She sat down trying to reach for the pillows, to no avail.

Gary put the items on the end table, moved over to the coffee table taking some soft rope out, and he tied her hands in front of her. Elisabeth did not say anything as he tied her up since the ropes were soft against her sore wrist.

Gary held the glass of iced tea up to her lips to let her drink, as much as she wanted. She was leaning against him since he sat behind her while she drank and ate some of the crackers. He could smell the sweetness of her hair next to his nose. He was in the mood to move the playing into the bedroom where it was softer and he could relax a little more but that area was Elisabeth's declared play area tonight.

Gary got off the table to lay Elisabeth back down. She was half-asleep from their playing. Ever so slowly, he started to arouse her again to get to the next stage of the game because this sleepiness would not do at all. He continued his little game of playing with Elisabeth's womanhood, her breasts, and her belly to get the information he was looking for until he realized that his lady was getting too tired. He wanted his final reward for playing.

He was hard once again but this time he was going to enter her sweet entrance with his firm erection. He pulled her to the edge of the table when he got on his knees as he entered his cock into her wet cavern. As he thrust into her, he questioned, "Where is the CD?"

In a moan, she replied, "In my study, in the binder with the first chapter of my story. It's marked the same way as it was on your computer."

With that answer, he slowly increased the thrust between their pelvises. Her moans grew louder with each thrust causing her to match thrust for thrust. Gary's rapid movements grew in intensity as they both had the final combined orgasm they desired.

Elisabeth sat back on the table carefully where he joined her once again. They leaned against each other for support, because exhaustion was starting to overtake them both. He enjoyed just holding her and after a few moments, his hands caressed her warm body. He kissed the nape of her neck, down to her shoulders.

Elisabeth twisted in his embrace to allow her hands to reach up to entangle her fingers in his chest hair. Her reward was a very passionate kiss, where their tongues playfully touching each other as their moans filled the room.

Gary carefully laid her back on the table all the way, as he stood up. First, he secured his prized CD. Then he went to get them both something good to eat this time. After he made a couple of tuna fish sandwiches, he returned to found Sleeping Beauty. He watched her sleep for a few moments, before he picked up Sleeping Beauty to take her to bed.

He was tired himself, while he did not get everything he wanted, he had his lady's trust in him, which was more important than the missing hard copy. Once she was on the bed, he untied the rope from her wrists, putting it on the nightstand, and then laid down next to her. Her arm went across his chest, along with her head on his shoulder, the second they were laying side by side. He put his own arms around her as he fell asleep in no time.

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He woke early on Sunday with the alarm going off by mistake. He noticed Elisabeth had not moved an inch through the night, and there was a smile of pure pleasure still on her face. Enjoying her warmth, he lay there for a while before getting up.

When he returned from the bathroom to get dressed, he decided to lay back down with his lady instead, since she looked so pretty there in their bed. While he lay down, he got a few additional ideas that needed to be included in his report to the Department's Chairperson.




Interrogation of Elisabeth



Then Gary thought about the hard copy that was hidden somewhere in their home, but he had no idea where. He looked around the bedroom wondering if it was in here somewhere.

If so, where would she have hidden it? "Not in his dresser, the closet, or the nightstands. That left her dresser... yeah, but where in her dresser. He did not want to mess everything up, so he concentrated on the most logical place to hide it.

While fumbling her left breast gently, it hit him where she would hide the hard copy. Gary slowly got up again, he watched Elisabeth rollover on to her other side while pulling up the covers to her neck to keep warm. Then he went to her dresser to open up the top drawer where she kept her bras. He noticed the drawer was full of her fancier under wire bras that she wore at times to tease him. Looking under the bras there was the hard copy. He was relieved that it was there safe and unharmed.

Leaving Elisabeth sleeping, and his mind full of ideas for the report, he headed for his study. First, he finished writing up the first of the final exams before printing them out to proofread them later. He pulled out his handwritten version of the report, opened up the computer, and went directly to the end of the report to start typing again. When he started to type, he noticed a note for him in super large red font that said, 

I've typed up your report for you the best I could.

I had a few problems reading your writing and have blank lines where you need to fill in the missing words.

Love, Elisabeth.

Gary smiled at the note as he looked at the hard copy to see what problems she had. He spent the next hour proofing the report and adding the additional information he needed as well. He was happy that this report only took him a fraction of the time he expected; it was because of what Elisabeth had done for him.

On other occasions, Elisabeth had helped him with his work, especially with the typing and the computer stuff, which made his life easier. He now owed her something a little special and would have to find a way of thanking her.

He heard a noise from another room, which alerted him to the fact that his lover was now awake. Whether she stayed up or not, was a good question. As he exited the study, he smelled something wonderful emanating from the kitchen. He followed his nose to discover Elisabeth in the process of putting breakfast on the table.

Gary came up behind Elisabeth in her new negligee, put his arms around her waist, and kissed her on the neck. He would have turned her around for a more passionate kiss but then the eggs would burn. When the eggs were cooked to perfection and on the table, he took her into his arms for a tight embrace with a passionate kiss to tell her just how much he cared for her, and how grateful he was for what she did for him.

They sat down to eat, and then Elisabeth took his hand to hold onto it while they ate their breakfast. Gary suddenly wanted to take her back to bed, as soon as breakfast was done, to enjoy some of the more pleasures from her. Picking up the last mouthful from his plate, knowing he had what he wanted already, he asked, "Where is the copy of the material that was on my computer?"

"Are we back to that again?" Elisabeth looked up at him in surprise knowing that he had gotten it already. She smiled one of her mischievous smiles that said she was willing to play again.

"We never finished last night." There was a look in his eyes, which told her 'I am going to finish one way or another.'

Elisabeth looked towards the living room with thoughts about going back to the night before. She wondered if they wanted to go another round, and knew they would when she looked at him.

When they finished cleaning up the kitchen, Elisabeth felt his hands starting to tickle her. She managed to escape his grip before he knew it. Now the hunt was on for where Elisabeth disappeared. Gary had his work cut out for him looking for his suspect again...

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Interrogation Role Play



I wrote this story three years ago as a way to share some of my desires with my Master. Due to circumstances out of our control we currently cannot be together physically and have to instead rely on the internet as our main form of communication. I found this story while digging through my archived messages and decided it could be posted here as my first posting. 

There is some background to this. Master was in the Army for a number of years and knows interrogation techniques and still has his fatigues. I'm a sucker for a Uniform! So all this played into the writing of this story. It was stories like this one that I would write for him that persuaded him to begin to attempt to write in the first place. So we learned from each other – he learned to write stories, and I learned to love again. Now he has grown as a writer and in turn I have grown in my submission to him. 

You will find that the point of view jumps around in this piece. This is because it was written solely for him originally. It had been written as a tease for him, something to help him think about me when he had a rough day at work and needed a bit of a pick-me-up. I did my best trying to catch misspellings and punctuation errors using various programs on my word processor since I'm dyslexic and sometimes these mistakes can elude me.

Enjoy.

-GrimsPet

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It was a rare occurrence for the two of us to get a day off in common, but for once we managed to have one. It was discussed in dry erase messages back and forth in the previous days that we would enjoy some role play in the dungeon. What kind of role play was left up to you as a surprise to me.

I have finished making dinner and I call you in. You enter the room wearing your typical clothes of shorts and a t-shirt and you take your seat at the table. I'm almost naked, save for just a long shirt that when I bend over leaves me exposed to you. Now and then I get cold and it was a good way to stay warmer yet keep myself available to you. I come forward and kneel down at your side and gently slide the plate onto the table in front of you. I lean my head against your leg and I feel your hand slide through my hair and your voice is tender,"Very well done Pet, it looks and smells delicious." I nuzzle a bit at your lap and you gently place your finger into the ring on my collar and draw me up to receive a kiss. Your lips meet mine and its electrical. I almost turn to putty on the spot. You know the reaction of my body and can read it well. Your voice is soft as you break the kiss, "Go and get your own food and eat Pet, you'll need the energy for later." You wink at me and I know I'm in for it.

I go and dish out my food and then take a seat at the table opposite you. Dinner is some luscious veal parmigiana over linguine. I typically make pretty lavish meals when we have mutual days off, and this is no exception. There is salad with a light vinaigrette and some home baked garlic bread made on rolls I made from scratch. Something else lingers on the air, the scent of something sweet, something reminiscent of apple pie. You look at me from where you are eating, "Pet did you make pie as well?" I smirk, "No Sir, it's a surprise." Your face contorts into an odd grin, "I bet Pet. Knowing you it cannot be bad." I giggle.

Finishing my meal I clean my area and begin cleaning up in the kitchen as you finish eating. You can hear me doing something and that sweet smell gets stronger. Soon I come over and fetch your empty plate and clean up your area and then I go back to my preparations in the kitchen. After a few moments I come out to you with a bowl. In the bowl is something apple shaped but wrapped in pastry with a dollop of vanilla ice cream to the side and fresh whipped cream. You look at it and then at me, "Pet, what is this?" Smiling I lean in and kiss the side of your face, "Sir, it's an apple dumpling. Think of it as an apple pie in miniature." The smile on your face grows. and you dig in, taking a bite. I watch your face as it lights up. Once more I've done well.

You sit there quietly eating your dessert, and then finishing you settle back in your chair, full and content. You look at me, "Pet why haven't you had dessert?" I smirk, "Because when I made them earlier I already had one to try it and see how it came out, so I've had my quota, the rest are yours." You laugh a bit and nod. Standing you bring your dishes into the kitchen where I have resumed cleaning up and you come up behind me and leaning down you kiss my ear. Your voice is a whisper, "Finish cleaning up here Pet, then come downstairs, be naked and wear your wrist and ankle cuffs." I'm feeling wet in anticipation as your lips linger at my ear. I respond, "Mmm certainly Sir, I look forward to this." You smile and leave and exit downstairs to the dungeon area. I can hear you down there moving around but I'm not all that sure what you are up to.

Soon I have cleaned up and I head downstairs and I remove the shirt leaving myself naked and exposed. I put on my cuffs and make sure I still look presentable and then head to the dungeon. It's quiet in there. I open the door. It's dark save for two candles someplace near the wall. I can barely make out your form and you are holding something in your hand. You come forward and I'm half blinded as a flashlight is shined in my face and I catch the sight of Army camouflage as my arms go up over my face to block the bright light. You're quick, and before I realize it both my wrists are trapped in one of your large hands. You pull up on my wrists and almost half drag me. I'm following, my footsteps partly dragging from the force of your strength. 

I feel scared, yet at the same time my brain clicks into play and tells me you won't hurt me. I play along, giving struggle. I feel my wrists raised up higher towards the side wall and then the flashlight points up and I look up, my wrists being chained to a beam of a frame I had built for such a purpose. My toes barely touch the floor. That blasted flashlight hits my face again and I wince closing my eyes. Your hand is firm as you cup my chin and you look into my face, "Where are the top secret documents you stole wench?" I blink, repeatedly, my eyes semi-adjusting to that awful flashlight, "I don't know of what you talk about." You quirk an eyebrow, "Oh you know. I'll get it out of you."

The flashlight leaves. The light in the room is exceptionally dim. I'm watching, looking around to see what's coming. You step forward and a blindfold goes over my eyes. Your voice is firm, "This isn't all you'll be getting if you don't fess up." I squirm a bit. I'm also getting aroused hanging there like this exposed to you. The next thing I feel is a suction device on my nipples, each one being sucked to hardness and then being made to be kept that way with a rubber ring. I cry out as the pleasure in intense. My arousal is growing by the moment. Then I feel something being clamped about my hard nipples. The pressure is enough to induce more pleasure, almost bordering on being painful, but it isn't. Your fingertips brush over my clamped nipples and I hear your voice once more, close to my face, "Are you going to tell me now where those documents are?" I'm speechless at this moment. 

You swivel my body in it's bindings so my back faces you. I hear you rummaging around in a dresser drawer. All I hear is a loud swish! Then a lightweight suede flogger makes contact with my rear and then my upper back, over and over. I moan loudly and give a bit mock struggle. I'm loving this. You stop and suddenly I feel you cupping my sex, your hand warm, your fingers exploring. I shiver and emit a soft cry of desire. I hear you almost growl. You withdraw your hand, and then I hear another swish and this time its heavier suede, it packs a bit of a light sting, enough to give sensation, but not hurt. I struggle a bit and you keep the flogger moving on my flesh, thwacking at me over and over. Finally it stops, and You swivel my body around again and you grasp my breasts in your hands, kneading at the flesh as you lean in, your lips lingering at my ears, "Where are they wench?" I shiver. I whimper a bit, "I don't know." 

The same suction used on my nipples is suddenly applied to my clit. I arch my hips and howl out with pleasure. I actually hear you chuckle a bit. I know you're enjoying this as much as me. One of those rubber rings is affixed about my clit keeping it hard and swollen. I'm panting now in my bindings. Then you say, "Well, if you won't talk, then I'll keep you quiet for a long time." Your strong hands pry open my mouth and you gag me with the dog-bone gag, buckling it into place behind my head. I squirm in mock struggle. I'm only becoming more excited and aroused. You're close now, so close that the fabric of your uniform is brushing against my skin. I'm your prisoner and I know it. I'm so wet now it's almost going down my legs. Your hands grip my breasts again, kneading the flesh in your hands, fingertips brushing over my clamped nipples. 

There is silence for a long time, the only sound being your heavy breathing and my low moans as you work your hands into my breasts. You know what it's doing to me. Then your hands leave, I feel nothing, you're not even nearby. Where did you go? I hear your voice from a few feet away, "I must fetch more items for torturing you. Perhaps while I am gone you will remember where you put the stolen documents?" I hear your footsteps and then a door closing. I'm alone, hanging there. I'm dripping, highly aroused. I can almost feel the darkness of the room around me, my senses all heightened.

I hear the door open, softly as if you're trying to sneak back in. Your footfalls are soft, but I hear them. My body is swiveled again and with a cracking noise I feel your bare hand smacking my rear. I almost yelp around the gag. I wasn't expecting it. Spanking was something new we were trying, something you wanted to explore. The slaps against my ass sting a bit, you're not hitting hard enough to hurt. Your hand stops and suddenly in it's place is ice, cold hard ice against my flesh. I struggle and yowl against the gag. Ice against freshly slapped flesh stings a bit.

You draw patterns down my thighs with the ice and up over my buttocks then over my sides and lower back. I'm shivering from the cold sensations running up my spine. You're silent, not talking but I hear you breathing, it's fast paced, I know you're aroused. The circles of cold keep being drawn on my flesh till the ice cube melts. then I cry out against the gag as you take the knotted satin rat-tail flogger to me. It packs a bit more punch due to the small knots. It's not anything that would hurt but it is something that would get anyone's attention when hit with it. The strikes keep coming over and over against my thighs, rear and upper back. Now and then you whack a bit lower on my legs with it. My flesh feels warm where you hit it. Warm and tingly.

After a few moments the flogging stops. Then I practically thrash as feathers begin tickling me over and over. You're careful not to tickle my sides, but you make darn sure you tickle everywhere else, swiveling my body around over and over, finding every nook and cranny to tickle with the feathers. I'm laughing, almost crying I'm laughing so hard. 

The tickling stops and I'm panting for breath as I recover. I'm turned around to face you and once more those strong warm hands find my breasts. Kneading at them you feel me melt all over again, turning to putty. You lean in, your warmth evident next to my face and you whisper huskily in my ear, "Now slut, if you thought that was torture, you were wrong. Don't you dare cum or it will get far worse. Maybe when I'm done, you'll tell me where those documents are." I squirm a bit, my body on fire for you. I feel you pull away, but not for long as I feel your warm hands on my sex-lips and you part them and dive in, your warm lips sealing about my clit and you begin to suck at it. I make a loud squealing noise in the gag as the pleasure roars through me. You continue your onslaught. I know I'm not supposed to cum but it's getting difficult holding back. I arch my hips a bit, whimpering, aching to cum as your tongue delves into my sex. 

I'm panting for breath against the gag. You know I'm at the brink and you pull your lips away. I hang there whimpering. I hear you wrestling with the chain over my head and you wrap your arms about me and lower me to the floor so I'm kneeling. My hands are still bound and they rest on top of my head. I feel you fumbling with the gag and you remove it for now. I hear a zipper and soon your hard cock it bobbing in front of me - I can smell it. You brush it over my face and I part my lips, aiming to grasp it in them. I hear your voice, "Oh you are such a slut. You're enjoying this torture. I may just keep you here and use your body once you confess." You cock disappears and instead you kneel down and I feel your lips press to mine, your arms wrapping about me for a moment as you give me one of those kisses of yours that turns me into putty. I shiver, body relaxing, going almost limp in your arms. I hear you chuckle at my reaction a bit and you keep kissing me, those lips working magic on my body. Your kiss has always melted me and this time is no exception.

A moment passes and you stop the kissing and slowly pull away from me. I feel suddenly devoid of your warmth. The warmth of your embrace is instead replaced by your cock back at my lips. This time I grasp it in my lips and I begin to suckle on it. I hear you moan loudly and you exclaim, "Yes slut, keep that up." I remember something you enjoy and I pull my lips off your shaft and slide my tongue down along it to your balls and begin to shower them with the affections of my tongue, licking, making them wet. I hear you panting and then I begin to lap greedily between your balls and I feel your hands slide onto my head grasping my bound wrists. You grunt from the pleasure. I know for the sake of the scene you're controlling yourself. I take one ball into my mouth and begin to suck at it, my hot tongue rolling over it slowly, drawing lazy circles on it. I feel you shudder. Now I wonder who is the one being tortured. I switch to the other ball and lap at it, and draw it into my mouth lavishing it with the same attention. 

After a moment I pull my lips off your balls and I slide my tongue back up along your shaft, and wiggle it just behind the thick head. You emit a loud groan. I'm starting to wonder if the role play has ended as you seem at this point to be lost to the attentions of my mouth. I'm aroused, deeply so, my wetness leaking, dribbling down my legs as I worship you orally. I take as much of your thick meat into my mouth as I can and begin to suckle it sensually, deep slow sucking motions. Your grip on my wrists seems to intensify a moment as if you are holding onto control. Suddenly you pull free of my lips and growl out, "Slut! You think you'll get out of this that easily?" I gasp in shock. You grasp my wrists and hoist me back up and chain me back up again my tiptoes once more barely touching the floor. You lean in, your voice a growl of mock anger and lust and you ask me, "Now slut, tell me, where have you hidden those papers you stole?" I hiss at you in mock disgust and you laugh, "Is that all you can muster? I guess I'll just have to do more to you then."

I feel your fingernails on my sides, raking down along them with firm even pressure. I shiver and squirm a bit. Leaning in your hands slide up to my breasts and you grip them, kneading them a bit more roughly than earlier and you press your lips to mine once more, kissing me with feverish passion. I realize now how much you're holding onto control, as you ache just as much as I do for release. The kiss has left me breathless, weak. You stand back and I hear a soft chuckle from you and you move away. I'm listening for what you are doing. I feel the gag being slipped back into my mouth and I groan and shake my head a bit as if to resist. I can almost sense you smiling.

Your words come in a firm commanding voice, "Slut, since you won't tell me where you hid those documents I'm just going to have to take more drastic measures with you." I'm starting to wonder what the hell else you have planned as I'm already aching so bad to cum. As if you can read my mind you state, "And if you orgasm I'm going to torture you far worse Slut. Then again if you cum it means you're enjoying this and I'll just have to keep you here as mine and use you all the time." I squirm more in my bindings and moan into the gag. 

I hear you moving about, fiddling with something. I then feel your warm hand cupping my drenched sex and I groan loudly. Suddenly I feel something gently clamped onto my swollen clit and whatever it is is slightly weighted and every movement only makes it sway back and forth by the weight and the movements vibrate through my clit. I quake and moan louder. You chuckle, "Someone likes this torture. I do believe I am going to keep you whether you cum or not Slut." I groan into the gag. Then I hear you walk away and I hear the door closed. I'm hanging there again in the dark. My clit is throbbing now from the weight gently hanging and swaying from it. My swollen nipples ache. My body is strung out in need, I ache so badly to cum and being left here hanging is only intensifying the ache within me. Time is passing, I'm not sure how long. I realize this is part of the torture. 

It's time to confess. I think I hear the door open, I'm not sure, the sound is soft. I'm hanging there somewhat motionless and then I feel your hot breath on my neck and you lean in and nip at it. I whimper, this is only making the ache more unbearable. Your fingertips find my swollen nipples and begin to knead them, rolling them between your fingers. I begin to thrash a bit. You know what I'm feeling. You reach up with one hand and undo my gag letting it slip free and your lips find mine and you kiss me in one of those mind blowing ways you do so well. Your voice comes, very little of the firmness is in it now, just lust and need, "Where did you put them?" I gasp, "In..the suitcase on the conveyor belt of the factory." I hear you chuckle a bit, "Good slut." 

I feel you gently remove the weight from my clit though you still leave the rubber ring around it and my nipples. Then I feel you undo my bindings. I sense the role play is coming to a close. Your embrace is now warm, loving, sensual and protective as you guide me to the heap of pillows we have in the dungeon for resting after scenes and making love. Once we're there you guide me down onto them and you pin me down with your body. Your hands slide along my flesh in gentle motions rubbing at my shoulders and arms, and then with one hand you pin my wrists above my head and your other hand gently caresses over my body. Your voice is so tender now, "That was fun Pet. However now we both have some needs to attend to. Cum at will Pet, you've been good." My body under you is responding to your closeness, my legs spreading wide and knees bending, hips arching upward a bit receptively. You can feel my body responding and you growl. Your free hand grasps your hard leaking shaft and you begin to guide it into me. I cry out in the pleasure as that thick head slips into me. You fill me inch by inch, taking your time till you are fully hilted within me. 

I hear your voice again, "I love you Pet." My body is on fire underneath you with your closeness and the sensations of being filled. I manage to whimper out, "Love you..too Sir.." Your hunger and mine seem to be matching and the desire to rut is to great to resist. Your hips begin to thrust and soon you're hammering away at me, your hips slapping mine hard. I'm arching up under you like a wanton whore, only wanting more. My legs spread out wider and wrap about your waist and I hear you growl and you lean in and your teeth grasp at my neck and you nip at me, your tongue lapping at the flesh held between your teeth.




Interrogation Role Play



The base of your shaft is rubbing against my swollen engorged clit, still kept hard by the banding. I'm panting, shock waves of pleasure flowing over me. My whole body is yielding, giving everything to you. Your muscled body moves upon mine in fluid motions as you take what is yours. My cries of pleasure fill the room now and you savor them. I can feel the climax beginning to build in me and I remember you said it was alright to allow myself to climax. I let it flow, the warmth beginning to encompass me. I know you can feel me getting close, my sex spasming more as it nears, my muscles getting tighter. You seem to thrust harder and you growl out against my throat, "Yes Pet..cum for me!" Your words echo through my mind and the climax roars through me like molten lava in my veins. I shudder under you uncontrollably, almost thrashing. I shriek as the pleasure washes over me and I barely cling to consciousness in those moments, the pleasure being so intense. There is a rush of my hot juices against your shaft and this only makes you growl more and begin to piston into me like some engine. 

You release my wrists and my hands go to your shoulders, clinging to you as you continue your onslaught of my body, my nails raking at your flesh a bit. Your hands go to my hips and you grip them hard, drawing me up against you more. Another moment and I feel another climax pooling in me, it's unbelievable. And then it rips through me like a storm on the plains. I howl and shake under you and this time the spasming is what draws your climax from you. You lift your head and cry out a bit, your thrusts erratic and then suddenly stopping as you are buried deep in me, your seed spilling forth, filling me.

After a moment you collapse upon me, your warm sweaty body keeping me pinned. My fingers idly caress over your shoulders as we both lay there bathing in the afterglow of our incredibly satisfying orgasms. Slowly you lift your head and you reach up and withdraw my blindfold and look into my soft hazel eyes. Your voice is so tender and loving, "You're amazing Pet. I love you so much." I smile, "You make my soul sing Sir, I love you." Your arms wrap about me holding me to you as you shift on the pillows more onto your side. For now the expressions on our faces as we look at each other speak more than words alone can do. I slide a hand softly through your straight brown hair, fingertips sort of semi-massaging your scalp. 

Reaching out, you grasp a nearby blanket and you bring it in around us. I curl in against you now, cuddling. I'm warm, loved, and cherished, I couldn't ask for anything more. Content, I begin to close my eyes, slowly drifting off. Watching me fall asleep you follow suit, and soon we are sleeping in each others arms.



Interrogation Room



I walked into the squad room and found her sitting there. She was wearing that skirt and those shoes. What was she thinking? Where did that thought go, the one I was attempting to conceive? Where is my time? Her thought was easy to comprehend, we had talked about her shoes before. We has decided to take it slow. We had wanted to make life easier. But here she was. The color of her skirt was teal, the coolness it inspired produced a false sense of security. And her blouse white with a lacy demure camisole beneath, keeping pervasive eyes from more then they needed to be aware of. The white shoes were tall and sleek with a sling on the back grasping tight to her.

"Hi, Bobby," she said.

"What are you doing here?" I could almost sense all the squad room watching her approach me.

"I came to see you." She stood so close to me, I could smell the lavender in her hair. She smiled taking my hand. "I missed you. I have been laving messages."

"I have missed you too, sorry I have been working on their case." I waved the case file in front of her, part of me hoping that I would wave away the feeling I had started to the at the pit of my stomach and hoping that it would keep her looking at the growth occurring in my pants. "Do you want to talk?" I heard myself say. I had the D.A. on the way. We had a woman in the lock up ready to take a plea and all I could do is imagine what it would be like to run my hands along her legs covered in white hose. She wore a garter to hold them up, I learned that the first night we met.

"I would like to talk Bobby," she smiled at the officer who walking by. I could tell he wondered who she was. This was the first time a woman had come over to see me here. The rest of the women had not ever wandered in here to find me. But she was the kind who would make this a habit..

"Good," that was all a managed to say.

She sat in the chair next to my desk crossing her legs and leaning her body towards mine. My eyes couldn't help but look at her arms, her blouse as it hung closely to her breasts.

"I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner," her lips curled as the middle finger of her right hand reached into her mouth.

"Dinner, huh," I looked around wondering if anyone else knew that dinner for us meant a bottle of red wine followed by hot, sweaty loud sex.

"Aren't you hungry?"

"I am," I could feel my pants lose at least two sizes. It had been three weeks since I had had her and the thought of having here and her scent were intoxicating. I leaned into her. My brain lacked sleep. My body lacked will.

"Taylor," the lieutenant called.

"Yeah," I said sitting up aware again of my surroundings.

"Excuse me," he addressed her.

"Excuse me, I should leave you to fight the bad guys." She said getting up from her chair.

"No, please, this will only take a while," I almost took her arm off when I reached for her. The lieutenant's face showed surprise, but it did not matter.

"Sorry for interrupting," he said to her. "You don't have to go. That is what I came to tell you, Bobby. It is going to take a little longer than expected to get the search warrant. If you want to grab some dinner, I can hold down the fort."

My eyes had not removed themselves from her glance. I could hear him talk but the communication between her and I predominated my thoughts.

"Yeah," I finally turned to the lieutenant,. "I am going to take a break here for a little bit."

"Okay."

"Is there somewhere private?" She asked.

I took her arm. Finding privacy in a squad room was impossible, but the need to be near her was intense. I took her into the elevator and punched the first button I could get a hold of. I leaned into her and began kissing her. I felt her hands ran across my back. I could feel her gripping at my back and then she ran them down to my ass. I looked down to her blouse and I could see her chest going up and down. I lifted her skirt up feeling one of her legs wrap around me. Then she squeezed my cock. I almost exploded in her hand. When the elevator door opened, I led her to one of the interrogation rooms. The rooms are drab, a gray on gray décor with only a small table and two chairs in the center, as well as a huge double mirror. It was 3:00 a.m. and this floor was not used often at this time of night.

"Is this and okay place for you?" I asked locking the door.

"Perfect," she responded sitting on the edge of the table.

"Just like you." We were in each others arms and our lips were bound. She tasted sweet. The muscles tightened beneath her clothing. I lifted her skirt up to take her panties off. There was nothing to take off. "No underpants?"

"I didn't think I would be wearing them for long."

"Smart," I said as I slid my fingers into her. She released a deep moan pulling out my shirt and removing my pants. I could feel her fingers searching for my cock. She caressed it with her fingertips. I could feel myself starting to drip. She took my juices and used it to moisten her fingers while she continued to massage my cock. I caressed her hair and unbuttoned then sucked on her breasts slightly. I felt her squirm, and squeeze me tighter. 

She leaned back and was now flat on the table. I lifter her skirt above her hips, she was so well groomed. I could see her spreading herself for me. I sat on the chair and pushed her to the end of the table. Spreading her lips apart I slid my tongue into her. Her legs pulled me towards her. I looked at the mirror and saw that she was squeezing her breasts that made me lick her more.

Her taste was intoxicating. Her clitoris was enflamed. Not being able to contain myself any longer I stood up, lifting her leg so that it was straight on my chest. I was now standing with my pants and underpants at my knees. My cock ached to enter her. I took it in my hand and outlined her slit, sliding it in further with each pass. She looked in my eyes as I dug myself in. I heard her moan loudly, then I heard myself release a loud moan. I slammed into her. Her breath was getting shorter, my cock was dripping from her wetness.

"Yes, baby, you feel so hard," she said.

"You are so tight, your pussy is burning my cock, it is so hot."

I pulled out of her sitting down in the chair, she took my lead and sat on my lap, sliding my cock into her. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders. I could feel her grind me into her. I lifted my hips to slide in to her better. She rocked herself up and down on my cock. I took her breasts in both of my hands. She reached back gaining leverage from the table I felt myself slide in deeper to her. Her body rocked back and forth. I felt my insides heat up, and I could feel my cock dripping wet from her passion. I knew I was about to come. I wrapped my hands around her hips. She was almost jumping on me. I heard her getting louder and louder with each jump.

"Baby, you are getting loud," as I said that I felt scream louder than she was being. She joined in my orgasm. She kissed me and slid herself off slowly.

"Wow, you are still the best baby." I took her hand in both of mine and kissed it. 

"This was a great dinner."

She fixed her skirt I heard a noise come from the next room, making me remember that I was not at my house or her house. I waited until she fixed her blouse and I took my jacket and flung it over my shoulder. My shirt was not tucked in, but I made shire that my pants were on correctly.

"You look worried."

I was concerned with what the noise I heard was. 

"I just want to make sure we don't wait another month before we see each other again."

"Believe me, I will not wait that long baby," she tiptoed to kiss me. I kissed her deeply.

"Listen, I think you should go out the back way, it will be easier in case someone wonders what we were doing here for so long."

"Okay," she whispered. I looked at her walk out. I still loved those shoes. walked out to find most of the guys from my squad. The began clapping.

"Good job, Detective."

"Did you get what you wanted from her?"

"Was it a hard one, sir."

I stood there taking it. What else could I do. My jacket was flung over my shoulder, my shirt hung out of my pants. My tie was untied. Then I saw the D.A.

"Detective, I see that you have decided to employ some new techniques."

"I got a little carried away," I heard myself say.

"Detective." I heard the lieutenant call from the sea of faces now smiling. I had caught some of the most nefarious criminals, but this act they had witnessed was the one thing that was earning a new level of respect from them. "You know that this is not acceptable behavior, right?"

"I know, sir."

"I need to suspend you for a couple of days."

"Great, I need a nap."

Lieutenant came over and patted my back, the D.A. winked at me, and the guys started clapping once again. I found myself with the energy to just bow to them, and walked away to my place. 



Interrogation Room



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