4 comments/ 113228 views/ 57 favorites Enhanced Interrogation By: greysequoia Author's Note: This entire story is being written as a collaboration with Doctor_Tease. Chapters will be posted on an alternating basis so please look to his profile for the next installment! ----------------------------- Aleks Oh yeah, that bastard was going to pay. Just as soon as I got out of these ropes, his ass was toast. I'd cut his balls off and feed them to him. Show him just who he was fucking with. I grinned savagely to myself, imagining the pain I was going to cause him. The fucker didn't stand a chance. It had been a routine job, or should have been. Dress up in a slinky black dress and pearls, schmooze with the snooty types at the cocktail party, and then sneak off to crack open the safe and photograph the sensitive documents inside. The first bit had gone off without a hitch and I'd managed to slip away from the party unnoticed, marching through the mansion like I owned the place to discourage anyone from questioning me. It had been piece of cake to find the right office and the safe had practically opened itself for me, but that's when things had started to go wrong. Instead of the documents filled with classified military secrets I'd been expecting, the safe was filled with photos - photos of naked, bound women being abused and fucked in every way imaginable. More disturbingly, they all bore some physical resemblance to me. It was like seeing a team of my stunt doubles strapped to tables, trussed with rough ropes and hung from winches, penetrated by thick studded dildos or cocks pushed through ring-gags, skin bright red from spanking and flogging... I'd been shuffling through them quickly, trying to understand what the hell was going on, when the sound of the office door opening had me dropping to the floor and cursing the tightness of my dress that had precluded me carrying a gun. I sneaked a quick peek out from behind the desk and felt my heart sink. It would have to be Cole, the bastard. Cole had been a coworker once, or as close to coworkers as those in our field ever got. I suppose in a sense he still was, only now we played for different sides. I'd had a run-in with him last month, one that had left him with his pants down - figuratively and literally - and I'd heard that he'd been gunning for me ever since. My simple little job had just become far less simple. I might have been smarter and better than Cole at this, but for the moment it looked like he had the drop on me. "Give it up, Aleks." I heard him chuckle, his footsteps growing closer as he neared the desk. "We both know you're in here, that you don't have a gun, and that I've won this round. Just put your hands up and make this easy on yourself." "In your dreams, dickwad." I muttered under my breath, prompting another laugh from him. I pulled my hair down, fumbling through the curls for the brutally sharp silver hair stick I favored for these jobs, and waited, crouched against the desk, for him to come close enough. A shadow moved in my peripheral vision; I leapt, quick and silent, and drove the blade through--leather? In horror, I realized I was stabbing a black jacket hung on a coat tree. Stupid! How could I have fallen for that trick? I spun, but the tail of the dress had caught under one of my heels, and I winced as I felt my ankle twist. Cole appeared from behind the coats, smirking, and I freed the poniard to slash the dress away from my legs. "Easy, Alex," he said, holding his hands up. "Look, maybe I underestimated you, but all I wanted to do was talk. Can you put that thing away for a second?" "Not a chance," I said. "You've underestimated me once too often." He was a clear target now, and I wasn't about to let word of his catching me like this get around. I raised the knife and prepared to pounce on him. Something tugged at the low back of my dress. I didn't have time to stop myself. As I leapt, I felt myself yanked backwards, landing on my back hard enough to force the wind from my lungs. The knife clattered out of my hand. As I convulsed, desperate for breath, I felt his accomplice's knees drop heavily onto my shoulders and pin me to the ground. But my arms were still outstretched, and even as stars danced before my eyes, I could just feel the silver stick at the tip of my fingers... "Misunderestimated, maybe," said Cole drily, bending over me to start moving his hand up my thigh, pushing the dress up with it. Perfect. Distracted by the goods. I finally gasped in a lungful of air, and my hand closed over my weapon. I think I was grinning in anticipation of stabbing them both when the foul-smelling cloth clamped over my mouth and nose. *** My memory of those last few seconds was blurry, though I had a faint impression of flailing and trying to stab backwards as Cole laughed. I felt rage boil up inside me again as I pictured it and I wanted nothing more than to kill that smug bastard. It was one thing to capture me, but this was just humiliating. I'd drifted back into consciousness, aware of a blinding light and uncomfortable warmth. It took me a while to become fully aware but when I did I discovered I was tied to a metal chair. My arms were crossed behind me, pulling my shoulders back and thrusting my breasts forward and my ankles were lashed to the rear rungs of the chair, my knees to the front, so my legs were spread wide. My hair had been pulled back into a rough ponytail and he'd removed all my clothing save for my shoes and my strand of pearls, which was looped suggestively under one breast. I could see nothing but the glare of multiple spotlights when I cracked my eyes open, and beads of sweat were beginning to form on my forehead from the heat they generated. I'd spent what seemed like an eternity struggling against the ropes that held me, but whoever had tied them knew what they were doing. I tried knocking the chair over but it appeared to be bolted to the floor, and by the time I finally acknowledged that I was stuck, my body gleamed with sweat. I resigned myself to fantasizing about disemboweling Cole, and settled in to wait. It wasn't long before I heard a door opening, and footsteps approaching. I squinted against the lights, trying desperately to see who was there, and then yelped in shock as a jet of icy water hit me in the chest. It lasted for only a second but the cold knocked the wind out of me, leaving me gasping for air. "Hi, Aleks." said a voice. Cole. That fucker. "I'm sorry about all of this, really I am. I'd much prefer to just tie you down and fuck your ass as payback, but I do need information from you first. Besides, I suppose this will be entertaining in its own way." "Go to hell, you bastard." I growled, "I won't tell you anything. You know that." "Ah, yes. I had heard that you'd had extensive torture resistance training. Like I said though, this is partially payback for that incident in Milan. Besides, if you resist, it just gives me more time to play with you." I struggled against my ropes again, futilely, and allowed a small rush of pride as I remembered Milan. We'd been on the same side, then, but I had wanted credit for the job. He'd got to the thumb drive first so I'd simply offered him a congratulatory blow job. The smug asshole had actually believed that I was so anxious to sleep with such a successful, manly agent that he'd dropped his pants, and his guard, and it had been a simple matter to snag the data from his pocket. Of course, as soon as I'd had it, I'd pulled my gun, tied him to a chair and left him with blue balls. He hadn't liked that. I was startled out of my reverie by another blast of cold water, this time to my crotch. I gasped, reflexively trying to close my legs as Cole played the stream of water up and down my slit, and then shrieked in rage and pain as he focused it in on my clit. The fucker always had been a pretty good shot. "You bastard!" I managed to gasp out when the water stopped. "You haven't even asked me anything. Are you just doing that for fun, you sick fuck?" "Hmm, you're right. I am doing this for fun. We'll get to the questions later." He laughed, turning the water back on again, this time aiming for my nipples. I felt them harden into firm little points, the icy water both painful and slightly arousing as it washed over my breasts. When he stopped, I began to shiver, goosebumps rising on my skin, steam rising under the glare of the spotlights. I was sure he enjoyed seeing the muscles in my back and belly, tight and trembling as they glistened. I was breathing fast, anticipating the next jet of water, when the lights suddenly snapped off, disorienting me. I opened my eyes quickly but my vision was a mass of light spots and I didn't see Cole until his hand was already on my breast, kneading and tugging on it, tweaking my nipple. "You're quite lovely, Aleks." he said, his hand trailing down my stomach. "It's really too bad you're such a bitch." "You just say that cause you couldn't get into my pants without the help of chloroform, you pathetic limpdick." I growled, trying to ignore his fingers sliding gently up and down the folds of my pussy. There was a tiny bit of wetness growing there and I was hoping he wouldn't notice. I couldn't bear for him to think that he was getting to me, because he wasn't. No way. "Oh, Aleks," he sighed, "we both know that you can insult me as much as you like and it won't change anything. Keep right on telling me just how much of a pathetic bastard I am, keep on pretending you hate me, but remember that I've got my fingers up your cunt and I can feel how wet you are." He punctuated his words by thrusting one finger into my pussy and I moaned slightly, ashamed because he was right, it slid in easily on my wetness. "Fuck you." I managed, knowing as I said it that it was a lame response. "That's it, Aleks, just enjoy it." he said, ignoring my protest. "You see, I read your file. Oh yes, those aren't nearly as secure as you'd think, and yours contained some very interesting information. See, you did pass that intensive torture resistance course, just like you said, but what you forgot to mention was that you failed the second part of the evaluation, the part involving sexual stimuli. According to your handler you are one seriously submissive little slut and...let's see...how did he put it? Ah, yes... 'Agent shows signs that sexual torture could be used with success. Reacts strongly to discussions of sexual submission and humiliation, and becomes visibly aroused while viewing footage of same. Recommend further assessment in this area.'" I tried not to wince. I remembered that part of the course, the part I thought would be easy, just wired up and sitting in a chair watching a fast-paced blur of subliminal imagery. But I kept catching glimpses of things that made me squirm and breathe faster--come to think of it, images that were a lot like what I'd seen in the safe. Shit, this whole thing really had been a trap for me. But he couldn't know I'd had to end that test early and scurry off to the restroom to frantically masturbate... Could he? "You never got further assessed, did you, Aleks? From what I heard, you gave your handler a very nice blow job and that part of your file just quietly disappeared. Or so you thought." I groaned, my head swimming as I tried to process his words through the persistent tide of pleasure coming from my pussy. He'd switched to two fingers and was gently stroking them in and out, rubbing my clit with his thumb as he did so. I was dripping juices all over the chair, and my hips were bucking against his hand despite myself. I moaned in protest as he withdrew his fingers, lifting his hand up to my face and pressing them against my lips. "Taste yourself, Aleks. Taste your slutty little cunt." he growled roughly, obviously turned on. I let him push the fingers into my mouth, fighting a moan of pleasure at the kinkiness of it, and then bit down as hard as I could, grinding my teeth in. "Fuck!" he yelled, snatching his fingers back. I knew a moment of victory before he grabbed my hair tightly, yanking my head back, and began to spank my breasts, hard. I cried out in shock and pain, struggling against the ropes as the blows rained down again and again, making my small, pert tits bounce. "You're going to pay for that, Aleks." he panted, aiming a pair of especially hard slaps to my left nipple. My vision had begun to return and in the dim light I could see red hand prints forming on the pale skin of my breasts, my nipples swelling and darkening from the abuse. "I'm going to enjoy punishing you for that." I could feel tears leaking from my eyes as he continued to spank my tits, the slap of flesh and his harsh breaths the only sound as I bit my lip against the moans and cries bubbling up inside me. I would not give him the satisfaction, I would not show him that he was winning. I was close to breaking down and crying out when he finally stopped, abruptly letting go of my hair. My breasts felt hot and swollen, the skin reddened all over, and I sagged in my bonds, panting. Then he picked up the hose again. For just a second, the cold water was soothing on my breasts, but soon it just made things worse. I gritted my teeth as he sprayed short, icy blasts at first my right nipple, then my left, making them contract painfully tighter each time. After a few rounds of that, he walked up and took them in his hands, slowly tugging and twisting at the stiff little peaks; the combination of soreness and cold made them incredibly sensitive, and I could feel a helpless little whimper rising at the back of my throat. No! I wasn't going to let him hear me whine like a beaten animal. As he released me, I opened my mouth to say something smart about the lengths he had to go to to feel a girl up for the first time--and a blast of icy water filled my mouth. Choking and sputtering, I tried to blink away the spray as the harsh lights snapped back on. "Ah-ah, Aleks," he taunted. "If you're going to bite, you won't get to use your mouth for anything else." He began to run the tight, high-pressure stream back and forth across my breasts, then dipped to torment my exposed pussy in a triangle that made my whole body tense and tremble. I clenched my fists, but kept my mouth shut. Even this was better than being drowned. Just as I was mercifully starting to go numb, he hit some kind of switch, and the water changed from icy to hot. I'm sure it wasn't any warmer than a normal shower, but against my chilled skin it burned like fire. I gasped and jerked in the chair, writhing as pins and needles danced over my sore breasts and dripping pussy. "Interesting sensation, hmm?" he murmured as he dropped the hose and walked up to fondle me yet again. This time he went more slowly, cupping my small breast and rolling the nipple between his fingers, prolonging the painful tingling. He began to flick the very tip with his fingernail, lightly, then harder and harder until I was jerking in the chair each time. The pain was always followed by a little rush of pleasure, and it traveled from my breast through my whole body. I couldn't believe how much reaction he could get from me just by stimulating one tiny cluster of nerves. There were tears of anger and shame gathering at the corners of my eyes, and I was actually grateful that they were hidden in the water still dripping down my body. At last I felt Cole move his hand to grab hold of my strand of pearls, tugging until the clasp broke and they slithered down my chest to land on the chair between my legs. "These are quite lovely, Aleks. Not your usual taste, but I think they suit you." he said, and I began to tremble, wondering what he was planning to do with them. "I had been planning to leave them on you, as a sort of decoration, but I think you should wear them another way." I felt him pick up the end of the strand and insert it into my pussy. I yelped and tried to buck my hips out of the way, but the ropes held me fast and I had to sit there impotently as he slowly, one by one, shoved the strand of pearls up my cunt. Every so often he would tug on it, pulling a few out, before pushing more in until finally I was stuffed full. Any move of my hips caused the pearls inside me to shift and press against my walls in a very distracting way. I thought it couldn't get any worse until I saw him pull something small and silver from his pocket: a miniature vibrator, less than an inch long. Under normal circumstances I imagine I wouldn't have even felt it unless it was pressed directly against my clit, but Cole had other plans. He reached down and began to push it into my already full pussy, sliding between the pearls and making me gasp as the little round jewels stretched me. When it was securely nestled in among them, he tapped it on and withdrew his hand. The sensation was maddening. The faint buzz was transmitted through the pearls as they moved, causing a constantly shifting stimulation that only got worse when I tried to move around. It wasn't enough to do more than tease me, but the way it kept changing gave me no chance to get used to it, and I could feel my slit starting to drip with wetness again. I was helpless and still shivering, bound tight to the chair, my breasts sore and nipples swollen as I helplessly squirmed against the buzzing pearls. A few curls of my hair had escaped the ponytail and clung wetly to my face, and I could barely think to maintain my tenuous grip on myself. When he pulled back the hood of my clit and pressed his thumb against it, I could do nothing but moan. "I was going to let you come, you know. I'd been planning to finish you off after you sucked my fingers, but now I've changed my mind. You don't get to come, Aleks, no matter how much you beg. And you will beg. By the time we're done with you, you'll fuck anything with a dick, and you'll enjoy it." He yanked his hand back from my clit, laughing as I unconsciously tried to follow it, and stood up. "This is where the real fun starts." Enhanced Interrogation Ch. 02 Author's Note: This entire story is being written as a collaboration with the brilliant, sadistic greysequoia. We'll be alternating chapters, so head to her profile for the beginning of this story, and soon for the next chapter... Cole The little bitch had a way of making me miscalculate, I thought, examining my finger where she'd bit down on it. She'd broken the skin, and I momentarily wondered whether I should get a rabies shot. At least this time hadn't been as bad as Milan. What Aleks didn't know was that I'd filched her test assessments, along with those of the other women in her graduating class, long before I ever defected. Their sexual vulnerability assessments showed several to be promising subjects, but Aleks's had made my jaw drop. From what I could tell, she was a born submissive slut, her instincts just barely kept in check by a lifetime of strict self-control and social pressure. When she offered to blow me in Italy, I thought those checks had failed, and I'd paid for my arrogance. I wouldn't make a mistake like that again. This time, I was going to make sure Aleks was completely broken and then some. She wasn't just going to give me the information I wanted--she was going to beg me to wrap her leash around my fist. Alone in the observation room, I called up the live feed from her cell onto the big monitor. The resolution was excellent, and I could see the gleam of droplets on her skin, both from the sweat on her brow and the wetness dripping from her exposed slit. I'd left her alone with my little pearl contraption for almost six hours, and she'd long since given up struggling with the ropes or shouting unkind things about my mother at the darkness. Now she just had her head resting on the back of the chair, eyes closed and lip bitten, exhausted but unable to keep herself from squirming a bit as the tiny vibrator refused to give her a moment of rest. She was an exquisite sight, even tousled like this; stripping her out of that black dress had been the highlight of my counterespionage career so far. She had a dancer's body, slender and tightly muscled, with just a hint of baby fat in her cheeks and ass that gave her an irresistible appeal--an appeal she used like a weapon when she wanted something. Her breasts were small but round and perky, and I'd already learned that they were exquisitely sensitive. Her skin was taut and smooth, and she'd taken the trouble to get waxed recently. That was almost too bad. I would have enjoyed furthering her humiliation by doing it myself. Beneath the surface, the sophisticated instruments monitoring her body through the chair told me she was flooded with endorphins but still tense, slightly dehydrated, and very tired. They also told me her sexual response had been near-peak for an unbearably long time, but I already knew that. Time to give her something new to think about. The cell door hissed open at the touch of my palm, and her head snapped up as I stepped into the circle of spotlights. "Afternoon, dear," I drawled. It was actually early morning, but it was standard procedure to lie about that, subtly fucking up her sense of the passage of time. "Haven't been having too much fun without me, have you?" "I think I'm going to use a concoction of rattlesnake venom on your scrotum," she replied, with an impressive display of composure. "It's incredibly painful. You should have just enough time to feel your testicles dissolving before you suffocate." "The only thing you're going to do with my balls is beg to cup them while I fuck your mouth," I said pleasantly. "I may just allow it if you're a good girl. Want those pearls out of your cunt?" She glared at me. "It's a simple question, Aleks. You have a string of pearls stuffed quite uncomfortably into your tight little hole. Would you like them removed?" "Yes," she spat. "Didn't your parents ever teach you the magic word?" I taunted. I could see her nostrils whiten as she tried to weigh the hours of teasing discomfort I'd put her in against her unwillingness to acknowledge that I held the upper hand. "Yes," she said finally, "please." I bent down, grabbed the end of the string, and pulled them all out at once. She couldn't help but squeal at that. I could only imagine the sensation of having the dozens of tiny beads zip out of her aching, stretched pussy, the little vibrator and its dying battery popping out as well. She hunched over for a second, speechless and panting, her eyes wide with shock as I grinned and wrapped the pearls around my fingers. They were sopping wet. "Now what am I going to do with these?" I said. "Something of a crass trophy to put on display, and I don't think the other girls will want to wear them now..." "Maybe you should shove them up your ass," she said sweetly. "Are you sure you want to put ideas like that into my head?" I said, and was rewarded when she blanched. "I think I've got a better idea. Let's stretch your legs a bit." Walking behind her, I reached up and grabbed one of the available ropes with its heavy-duty clip and pulled it down, then snapped it onto the rope keeping her arms together. With a quick tug, I started the winch winding it slowly upwards. Aleks grunted and bent forward, her bound wrists rising up behind her and slowly forcing her into a painful strappado. Her knees were still bound to the chair, but she found her body lifted up off the seat until she was stretched taut, even more helpless than she had been before. I stepped in front of her again to watch her gritting her teeth, and reached down to run my pearl-wrapped fingers back and forth over her dripping pussy. "As a matter of formality," I asked, "are you ready to talk?" "I'm going to pull all your teeth out first, one by one," she hissed, "and then the snake venom." "No, I didn't think so." I unwrapped the pearls and took one end of the string in each hand, then strung them under her and began to slowly saw them back and forth. Each pass dragged the slippery little beads between her cheeks, through her slit and up again, alternately tugging up and down again on her clit hood. I can only imagine it provided a slight distraction from the agony in her shoulders, but not the kind Aleks wanted. I watched her cheeks redden and her hips squirm; she had even less mobility now than she had sitting down, but that didn't stop her from trying. The pearls were a little more wet with each pass. "Enjoying yourself, girl? This is just a preview of what I've got planned for you..." I slowed my hands and drew them tightly upward, letting each little bump pass over her clit with deliciously slow pressure. I could hear her breath fluttering in her throat as she tried and failed to control it. "After I break you," I said quietly, leaning in close to her ear, "I think I'm going to give you a new code name. Is 'Pearl' a little too on-the-nose? Maybe 'Jewel' or 'Precious.' None very sophisticated and spy-like, I know, but then your new missions will mostly be about who you blow next..." I drew my head back as she turned quickly and snapped her teeth where my nose had been, snarling. A trapped animal already. Good. "You must be thirsty by now, considering how much your cunt is dripping," I said. "Would you like to earn a cool drink?" I could see the sudden flicker of hope and fear in her eyes--I knew damn well that by now she'd be dying for a glass of water. "I can let you get yourself one, you know. I'll even untie your legs if you ask nicely. Can you remember how to ask nicely, Aleks?" "Please," she muttered under her breath. "I couldn't quite hear that," I said, and gave the pearls one quick saw over her slit. "Please untie my legs," she said, gasping a little. "Please untie your legs, who?" "Please untie my legs," she said, with an amazing effort at self-control, "you filthy fucking sadist asshole." I nodded, then took one slippery pearl and pushed it into her ass. She let out a grunt of surprise, her eyes flying wide open; she immediately clenched down, but her muscles were trembling with exhaustion, and I just pushed the second pearl harder until I forced it in as well. Then a third. Then a fourth. "You should be grateful you get so wet," I said. "This is much easier than I expected." A fifth. Aleks was fighting to contain a helpless squeal with each one, I could tell, and her chest and face were flushed bright pink with humiliation. I paused before the sixth one. "I'm going to give you a choice, Aleks. I don't like how sharp your little teeth are, or how willing you are to use them. I can either keep stuffing these pearls in here, or I can put something else in your mouth to keep me from getting my fingers bit again. Which would you prefer?" "M-mouth!" she gasped, almost unable to control the tone of her voice. "That was easy." I left the pearls dangling like a tail and pulled a little bit of gauzy fabric from my pocket: the tiny pair of black satin string bikini panties she'd worn under her dress. "I'll even make sure they taste nice." Then I spread the lips of her pussy and began to push the panties up inside her. An amazing thing, the vagina. She was already so tight and elastic again that I could barely tell she'd spent six hours with the pearls stretching her out. I drew them out, now sopping with her own wetness. "Open your mouth, Aleks," I said. I could tell that she badly wanted to spit a retort at me, but she obeyed. "Wider," I said, tugging at the pearls until one popped out. Her whole body jerked at the sensation, but she opened a little more. Without saying a word, I pulled out the next one, and this time she whimpered and opened her mouth so wide her jaw must have creaked. Careful to watch those snapping teeth, I pushed the panties into her mouth, chuckling a little as she wrinkled her nose at the taste of her own cunt. "Shut," I said, pulling out the third pearl, and she reluctantly obeyed. I drew a small roll of electrical tape from my pocket and sealed her mouth with a black X. "That's better," I smiled, pulling the rest of the pearls out all at once. She bucked hard at that one, letting out a muffled yelp as I bent to undo her left knee from the chair. "See what happens when you obey orders like a good girl?" I asked, moving around to untie her right knee. Her mute face showed clear relief: she could stand up straighter now and take some of the pressure off her arms. I walked over to the cabinets of equipment standing just outside the circle of spotlights and returned with a simple black spreader bar, with a thick anklet cuff linked to each end. Aleks watched me nervously, but she wasn't going anywhere. I bent and untied one ankle, keeping it tightly in my grip until I could bring it in front of the chair and lock it into the cuff. Doing so forced her to balance precariously on her other foot for a moment, and since she was still wearing the four-inch heels, I got to watch her slender body tense and tremble again until I repeated the process on the other side. I removed her heels, leaving her barefoot, and then straightened, leering down at her hot little body. "I bet you're pretty tired of this room, hmm, Aleks?" I said, unclipping her wrist rope from the winch but keeping it pulled tightly upward with my own hand. "I think you deserve to tour more of the facilities." I began walking her toward the door, and with that grip she had no choice but to go where I wanted. Walking with her legs spread wide apart by the rigid bar was only made more difficult by the heels, and I hurried her along with the occasional friendly spank. When she turned to glare back at me with hatred, I raised one eyebrow. "Perhaps you'd prefer to be doing this with a tail?" That got her to walk faster. The door recognized my palm and opened again, admitting us into the spartan subterranean corridor. As I walked Aleks down the hall, past several more doors to cells like her own, I could tell she was glancing around at everything, looking for any hint of a way out. There wasn't much to see, of course, except the biometric scanners and the video feed next to the door of each occupied cell. This level was deliberately laid out like a maze, and the air vents were far too small and well-secured to admit even a skinny little thing like her. I wondered if she'd recognize any of the other girls in the cells we passed, most of whom were in situations even worse than hers, dancing helplessly under electrical interrogation or being brutally fucked by relentless pistons. We'd used intelligence from some of them, in an indirect fashion, to get the drop on her. Eventually we reached our destination, and another door hissed open, this time to a larger room. I shoved her through. "Welcome," I said, "to our little team-building exercise for the day." Enhanced Interrogation Ch. 03 Author's Note: This entire story is being written as a collaboration with the talented Doctor_Tease. Chapters will be posted on an alternating basis so please look to his profile for the previous and next installments Aleks My gait was awkward and stiff, my muscles still protesting everything he'd done to me. I stumbled as he shoved me through the door, his grip on my bound arms the only thing keeping me upright, and then stared in confusion at the set-up in front of me. The room was cavernous, with bare cement floors and dingy lights up near the ceiling. Two posts had been set up at either end of the space, each connected to the other by a pair of taut ropes. The upper rope hung just above my head while the lower one was at hip-height and dotted with randomly spaced knots. Each had been stretched to capacity so there was no sag in the lines, and I found myself baffled as to what their purpose was. "Remember all those fun obstacle courses we went through in training?" Cole asked, his expression one of gleeful anticipation. "Think of this as something like those... only far more fun for me, and significantly less fun for you." I glared back, irritated at his cryptic explanation. I wanted to snap something sarcastic about his "fun," but thinking about that only reminded me of the taste of my own wet panties in my mouth. He grinned and led me to the nearest post. I struggled against him a bit, mostly for show as I knew he had the upper hand, and he smacked my ass. "Behave." he growled, glaring at me. I felt my face heat, furious at him, and he grabbed both my nipples in his hands and twisted hard. My mental tirade came out as a long, muffled moan as I arched my back and went up on my toes to try to relieve the pressure on my poor nipples. He grinned at me, using his grip to pull me closer to the post, and a small block on the floor next to it that I hadn't noticed before. "Put your foot up on the block and straddle the rope." He let go of one of my nipples long enough to reach down and undo my ankle cuff from one side of the spreader bar. I hesitated for a moment, less out of fear of the ropes and more just out of stubbornness, but he twisted his remaining grip and I quickly placed my foot on the wooden block, desperate to avoid the pain coming from my now swollen and tender buds. I swung my free leg over the rope, landing awkwardly on the other side, one leg still on the block until he kicked it out from under me. I yelped as he did so, my full weight coming down on the rope between my legs until I went to my tiptoes again. I tried to scoot my feet closer together, but he had already locked my anklet to the bar again, keeping them wide apart. In that stance, the rope was just high enough that I could balance on my toes and have it put firm pressure on my pussy. Cole reached down and began to tug on my pussy lips, spreading them so the rope slid up between them and pressed against my clit. I squirmed, disliking the feel of the rough braid on my sensitive skin, and he smacked my ass again. "Hold still. I know you love having your pussy played with, but there's no reason to hump my fingers." he said, grinning at me. I just clenched my teeth and stared stonily ahead as he finished adjusting things to his liking. He pulled a tube of lube from his pocket and proceeded to smear it liberally around my pussy and ass and then coated the first few inches of rope as well. I was beginning to get a sense of what was expected of me here, and I didn't like it at all. I stared down the length of the rope, at least 30 yards of it, and gulped when I remembered the knots. "That's right, Aleks," Cole said with a laugh, "you're going to walk this obstacle course to get what you want. And just to make very sure you don't try anything clever..." He pulled a small clamp from his pocket and snapped it onto my sore left nipple, making me yelp in surprise. The clamp was attached by a longish chain to a second one, and I groaned when he looped the chain over the upper rope and then tugged downwards, clamping my right nipple as well. The chain was only just long enough to reach, and even on my tiptoes my breasts were tugged upwards. There was no way to get off the ropes now, but it wasn't like I had any incentive to move. I stood there, unmoving, planning to wait him out, but he walked over to a cabinet on the wall and returned with a wicked looking black leather riding crop. "You didn't think I'd count on your biddable nature to get you walking, did you?" he laughed, and then swung the crop against my ass. I squealed, lurching forward a step, and then sucked in a breath from the pain and sensations hitting me. My nipples stretched as the chain between them snagged on the rope, and then my breasts bounced as it pulled free and moved along the rope. My pussy had begun to dampen as I'd stood there, and the feel of the rope sliding along it was surprisingly good. I began to think that if I was careful, this might not be too bad, but I still didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me trot along like a horse. "Oh, that's right, I almost forgot," he murmured, leaning close to my ear in that infuriating way. "Make it to the end of the rope and there's a nice, cool drink of water waiting for you." I swallowed, suddenly reminded of how dry my mouth was. "That's your carrot, Aleks," he grinned. "Do I need to remind you of the stick?" Cole wound up for another smack at my ass and, hating him, I took another step forward. This time my nipple chain slid smoothly, and the vibrations from the braid of the rope traveling through the metal were almost pleasurable. I took another hesitant step, then another, moaning softly as the texture of the rope slid through my lubed up pussy. My calves were aching a bit from the strain of being on my toes, but I figured I could get through it all quickly, and it wouldn't be too bad. And I really could use that drink. I kept walking, each step making my pussy wetter and wetter, til I came to the first knot. I hesitated only a moment, remembering Cole and his crop, and then stepped forward, letting the knot hit my clit. I couldn't help moaning at the sensation - the rough knot rubbing over my sensitive clit and then the tension of the rope forcing it to pop up into my dripping pussy, teasing my entrance. I steadied myself and then took another step, my breath coming out as a sigh as the knot dragged through my pussy and pressed against my asshole as I kept moving. I kept walking, enjoying the slide of the rope, the thrum on my nipples, and wondered if perhaps Cole had miscalculated. Why had he said this wasn't going to be fun for me? I turned to look at him, expecting to see disappointment on his face, but instead I saw only anticipation, his gaze focused not on me but on the next knot in the rope. I turned back to look at it and noticed that this one looked damp and glistening, not dry like the previous one. I slowed my steps as I reached it, hesitant suddenly, and Cole raised his crop again. I grunted in a clearly annoyed fashion, and he laughed. "Trying to say I don't need to give you any more encouragement? What if I just like watching your pert little ass bounce when I whip it?" he asked, grinning as I took the step that would bring me to the next knot. I felt the same little spark of pleasure as it slid across my clit and into my pussy, and paused a moment, waiting for something terrible to happen. There was nothing at first and I again wondered what had Cole looking so happy - and then a tingle began in my clit. I twitched slightly, taking another step forward so the knot dragged past my ass, and then twitched again, the tingle becoming more of an itch. Within moments my clit was on fire, my pussy beginning to itch and my ass tingling as well. "Mmmnnnghh?" I groaned, taking another step, hoping the texture of the rope would ease the burning sensation. It didn't. Cole burst out laughing, looking very pleased with himself, and pulled a tube of muscle rub from his pocket. "I thought this might make things a bit more interesting. You were looking far too complacent a moment ago--this is much more fun! Still, I think I can make it even better." he said, stepping towards me. He uncapped the rub and squirted some onto his fingers, stepping up behind me and grabbing onto my breasts. I writhed against him, desperate to prevent him from putting it on my nipples, but I was in no position to stop him. Soon my nipples were burning as badly as my pussy--and still painfully clamped as well. I began to hobble along faster, trying in vain to ignore the way my clit was throbbing in time with my heartbeat, and almost cried when I saw the next knot. I clenched my jaw as I stepped over it, tensing my body against the sensations I knew were coming, but I still groaned around the panties in my mouth at the feeling of that rough little knot scraping over my swollen, sensitive clit. I kept moving, whimpering slightly as I felt the slick wetness from my pussy dragging across my asshole as the knot went by, and focused as best I could on the course in front of me. What had seemed like an easy way to earn a glass of water was beginning to look like pure torture, and I had to force myself to take the next few steps, moaning despite myself as my overly-sensitive nipples and clit were treated to the intense texture of the rope. I could see the next knot approaching and my breath quickened as I realized this one was also damp. I looked up at Cole, trying not to let him see the fear in my eyes, and he laughed at me. "Oh, relax. I thought you might need a little more lube by this stage of the course, but I clearly underestimated your pussy's capacity for punishment. You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he said, grinning at me in that infuriating way he had. I growled something unintelligible behind my gag and kept moving, each step an effort of will. I continued to navigate the rope, each knot I encountered wearing down my determination to appear unaffected by Cole's little game. I was more than half-way through now, my breath coming in desperate little pants, my clit and nipples swollen and aching. I was trying to focus on why I was doing this, on how much I hated Cole, on what I was going to do to that pathetic bastard when I got free, but with every step I found it harder and harder to concentrate on anything but my own growing arousal. I kept hoping that the next knot, or maybe the next one, would provide just that extra little bit of pressure I needed, just a tiny bit more sensation to push me over the edge into an orgasm, but each time I was disappointed. I could feel a sob starting to build in my chest and I squashed it, furious at myself. I was better than this. I was a fucking agent, for god's sake! I wasn't some slutty bimbo who could be broken with a few pieces of rope. I snapped my head up to glare at Cole again, to show him that he wasn't winning, and found myself looking into a pair of very amused looking eyes. My gaze faltered, flicking ahead to the next knot, and my steps slowed. The next one was red. "Mmmghhh...." I moaned, staring at it apprehension. "Oh, you noticed that, huh? Well, I don't want to ruin your surprise by telling you what it is." he laughed, stepping forward with the crop. I hesitated still, long enough that he gave me a sharp smack on my ass with it, making me yelp behind the gag. "God, I do love how your ass looks with a few whip marks on it, Aleks." he said, stepping closer and squeezing my butt. "Remind me to explore that further when you're done, hmm?" I ignored him, taking a minuscule step forward towards the knot, hoping that would buy me some time before he hit me again. Before I could take another step he whacked me again, this time even harder. "Move, Aleks." he ordered, raising the crop again, "or I'll start whipping your tits." My eyes widened, horrified at the idea of my sensitive little breasts being subjected to the crop, and I hobbled forward, cringing as my clit made contact with the sinister looking red knot. I tried to move past it as fast as I could, hoping that whatever was on it wouldn't have time to rub off on me but before it was even behind me a slow, aching burn had begun in my already tormented clit. By the time I had taken another step, my entire pussy and ass were on fire, my clit feeling like it was going to explode. I screamed into my gag, arching my back and trying to rub against the rope, hoping to remove whatever it was on me. All I accomplished was to grind it in further, the rough rope fibers abrading my clit and pussy lips. As I continued my desperate struggles a distant corner of my mind recognized that I was humping the rope like a sex-starved whore, but I didn't care. My entire existence had narrowed down to the area between my legs, every nerve ending screaming out in pain and pleasure. I wanted to sob with the agony of it and yet I was so turned on I could barely stand it. At that moment I would have done almost anything to come. I don't know how long I stood there grinding my pussy into the rope before I got ahold of myself again. Cole was watching me avidly, a large bulge in his pants showing how he felt about the situation. I stared at him, tears running down my face, my body shaking as I tried to control myself, and he smiled, an approving sort of look on his face as he slowly lifted the crop. "MMMGHHMM!" I cried out, pleading with my eyes as he swung at my ass. My hips jerked as he made contact, my body arcing from the combination of the pain in my ass and pleasure as my exquisitely sensitive pussy slid over the rope. My nipples throbbed as the clamps bit into them and I lost my balance, my heels hitting the floor and my pussy landing full force on the rope. I screamed again, struggling to get back onto my toes, fighting to stay lucid as a tide of pain and pleasure overwhelmed me. I wobbled for a moment before standing straight, panting with the effort and strain, staring at him wild-eyed. "Poor little Aleks," he grinned, his expression one of almost feral hunger. "A few drops of hot sauce and you turn into a blubbering slut who humps inanimate objects. I thought you were tougher than that." I moaned, his words touching something inside me in a way I wasn't expecting. Shame welled up in me, a hot feeling of humiliation tinged with a weird sort of arousal that I didn't want to examine. I continued to stare at him, knowing that if I didn't start walking again he was going to whip me and yet struggling to work up the nerve to take the next step. I wasn't sure how much more I could handle and through the fog in my brain I knew I was dangerously close to giving him what he wanted. In fact, a little part of me, that secret little voice inside me, almost welcomed the idea. To submit to him, to tell him everything he wanted and let him do whatever he wanted to my body. To let him fuck me, whip my ass with the crop, twist my nipples while I moaned and writhed under him - that shameful little corner of my personality wanted it. It was that, more than anything, that snapped me back to reality. I gathered what little shreds of my pride I could find, stiffening my back, glaring at him, and he grinned at me, seeming annoyingly pleased by my show of resistance. I snapped my gaze back to the rope, counting only 3 more knots til the end, and began to walk again, awkwardly adjusting my gait to the spreader bar, groaning despite myself as my inflamed clit dragged against the rope. I willed myself to ignore it, shutting my mind to the constant tug on my nipples, the sopping wetness oozing from my pussy, the overwhelming burn of the hot sauce making my clit into a swollen little bundle of raw nerve endings. Each step was torture, a mix of pain and pleasure so profound I thought I might pass out, and yet I kept going. I wasn't going to submit to this fucker. Cole, of all people... that bastard, he was not going to defeat me. I stepped over the first knot, a strangled scream emerging from the gag as I went, but otherwise I gave no sign of the way it turned my insides to jelly, of my almost uncontrollable urge to grind my pussy into the rope. I began to chant to myself, in my head, listing off ways of maiming and injuring Cole. I groaned as I went over the second knot, a tortured sound that sounded inhuman even to my own ears, and I imagined shoving a whole bottle of hot sauce up Cole's ass even as my own ass itched and burned against the knot, slick with my own juices. I kept moving, knowing as I did so that I was moving on pure will alone, every cell in my body desperate for something, anything, to make this torment stop. I approached the last knot with a sense of victory in my mind, a feeling that I had somehow triumphed over Cole, until I looked more closely at it. It was red. A sob broke from my throat, my body beginning to shake, my steely resolve crumbling. I couldn't, I just couldn't walk across it. My clit felt so swollen I thought it might burst, the nerve endings raw from the combination of the rope and hot sauce. I turned to Cole, pleading again, willing to do almost anything to avoid this last knot. He grinned at me, a slow, malicious grin that made me cry even harder as he lifted the crop and brought it up square on the underside of my left breast. I threw my head back and screamed into the gag, my breast bouncing and then yanking against the nipple clamp, my poor swollen bud throbbing in protest. He swung again, this time catching the other breast and in a desperate attempt to avoid any more pain to my poor, sensitive breasts, I stepped across the knot. My clit reacted almost immediately, the hot sauce grinding itself into already tormented flesh, and I shrieked, the mixture of pain and need making me see stars. I felt my pussy contract suddenly, a hard, sharp sensation as I orgasmed, my back arcing, my head snapping back. It was unlike any orgasm I'd ever experienced - it ripped through me on a wave of fire, my whole body consumed by it, and when it was over I was left panting and unsatisfied, so turned on it was like I had never come at all. I stared dully at Cole, my muscles trembling, my body soaked in sweat, and he began to clap, a slow, mocking sound that made my face heat in shame. "Well, that was entertaining. I suppose you've earned your reward now, haven't you?" He stepped forward, sliding his fingers down and lightly stroking them over my still burning pussy. I gasped, unconsciously pushing forward against them, wanting to ease the fiery sensation. "So....your choice, Aleks. Do you want that glass of water in your mouth, or do you want it to cool down your pussy?" Enhanced Interrogation Ch. 04 Author's Note: This entire story is being written as a collaboration with the brilliant, sadistic greysequoia--head over to her account to see the odd-numbered chapters. I also want to acknowledge that I owe a creative debt to EasyTarget, whose "Enhanced Methods" is the platinum standard for sexy interrogation stories. Cole I knew she couldn't answer, and I didn't care. I just held her there for a second, almost tenderly, her tight little body trembling in my arms as I gripped her ponytail to tilt her head back and slowly stroking her swollen clit. My fingers actually began to burn slightly, feeling not just the hot sauce and muscle rub still mixing with her wetness, but the heat throbbing from her slit. If it was doing that to my hand, her pussy must have felt... exquisite. She was gleaming with sweat and tension, her legs rigid and trembling, and I could see the little muscles at the base of her belly jumping unconsciously as she tried to maintain her balance. Aleks really was an incredible specimen. I slid my hand lower, cupping her mound and gently squeezing, wiping a little more of the mixture off of her and teasing the entrance to her cunt with the tip of one finger. Tears glistened at the corners of her closed eyes, and I could see her lashes fluttering slightly. She looked as if she had forgotten where she was for just a moment, lost in the overwhelming sensation and rush of endorphins that would be following the pain. Her essential nature would be warring with her rigid conditioning now; I knew the latter wouldn't hold out forever, and part of me almost regretted that. Aleks was the best toy I'd ever had, and what good is a toy once it's broken? I pushed my finger into her, slowly, feeling her clench and tremble as the aftermath of her obvious ruined orgasm still pulsed through her body. I wondered how that frustrating moment of pleasure would play against the new feeling of having the capsaicin actually penetrate her. The interesting thing was that I could tell she was starting not to care... I let go of her ponytail and yanked the electrical tape off her mouth. Aleks gasped again, jerking against me as I pulled my finger out as well and let the rope snap taut against her still-burning pussy. "Open," I commanded, holding my hand out to take the panties from her mouth. For once, she obeyed without hesitation. "I asked you a question, Aleks," I reminded her as she worked her mouth, trying to rid herself of her own taste. "That water: mouth or pussy?" "C-can I do half and half?" she muttered sullenly, her face and neck still flushed a deep red. "No," I grinned, and yanked the clip off her left nipple. Aleks actually came up off the rope at that. I've never seen anyone put so much effort into not screaming. Her whole body was completely rigid, and she was standing almost en pointe, every muscle standing out tense as a guy wire. I didn't help things, either, by idly running my fingers back and forth across her breast as the nerves woke again from the numbing pressure of the clamp and encountered the muscle rub once again. Forget pins and needles--it must have felt like knives and nails. I put my hand on the other clamp. "Mouth," I said, "or pussy?" "Pussy!" came the strangled word. "Please! Cole! Pussy!" "You really can't get enough of me playing with that little thing, can you?" I chuckled, and reached over to hit the quick release that kept the rope taut. With a clank, it came free, just as I pulled the clamp off her right nipple. She collapsed onto the floor, writhing, and this time there was no way she was keeping quiet. It wasn't a scream, exactly, but almost a high-pitched tea kettle whine. I stood there for a moment, just relishing the sight of this beautiful woman completely helpless. The whip marks were still reddening on her ass and underneath her perky little tits, and of course the spreader bar kept her legs so wide apart that her bright pink pussy remained completely exposed. I took the crop and touched it to her inner thigh, lightly. Her eyes flicked open with a look of startled fear, and she went completely still. "Good girl," I said softly. "Arch your hips up off the ground so I can wash you properly." She gritted her teeth, clearly wanting to spit fire at me again, but she also wanted that water really bad. She did it, and once again I got to admire her taut abs as she presented her bare pussy like a wanton slut. I took two steps to a nearby stool and plucked the small plastic water bottle off it, then knelt next to her. She was breathing through her nose, shakily trying to maintain the humiliating posture in the wake of everything I'd put her through, and I locked eyes with her for a moment. There was hatred there, yes, and lust, and pain, and... something else? Not fear. Something more complex. I opened the bottle and poured a thin stream onto her clit. Aleks groaned, her hips bucking uncontrollably as I tilted it to drain a little faster. At this point she might have preferred me to get out the hose again. As the water splashed into a little puddle underneath her, she began to relax, ever so slightly. The water wouldn't completely wash away the pain, but for a moment, she was clearly savoring the tiny bit of relief I'd offered. She had no idea how much worse it was about to get. I put the toe of my shoe under her lower back and lifted, flipping her over onto her side and making her grunt; the spreader bar made her ankle swing up off the ground, and I took it as offered, dragging her across the concrete floor as she struggled weakly. There was a round plastic tub there, propped up off the ground on a couple pieces of wood. A flat, wide board was set to one side, level with the top of the tub. Resting on it, plugged into an extension cord, was an industrial-strength Hitachi vibrator. The tub was filled with water, a couple dozen ice cubes still floating in it. I reached down to grab her mussed, curly hair and drag her up. I got her kneeling on the wooden platform beside the tub and forced her to look down at it: her eyes widened as she saw the ice, no doubt remembering our first little session with the cold water hose. Then, looking closer, she saw the bare copper ends of the two wires dipping into the tub. "Distilled," I said quietly, breaking her frightened silence. "That water is so pure that, at the moment, it won't actually conduct electricity. See?" I dipped my free hand into it, held it there for a second, then grinned and drew it back out, shaking it. "My goodness! It certainly is cold, though..." "Then what's the point?" she muttered. "Or are you just showing off your consolation prize from the science fair?" "The point, Aleks, is that you're not pure at all." I yanked her hair back, forcing her to lean backwards, knees still bent on the board and back arched up. I supported her head and ran one finger down her sleek, sweaty abdomen, then licked it. "Salt. Salt water conducts electricity just fine. And the longer you stay in there--the longer you try to resist--the more conducive it becomes." She tried to keep a stoic expression, but I could see the pulse flutter in her neck. Now she understood. "Before I break your teeth," she whispered, "before I dissolve your scrotum, I'm going to etch your eyes with acid." "You must be delusional from thirst," I said blandly. "Here you go, little spy. You get that cool, refreshing drink after all." Aleks tried to keep herself rigid, away from the tub, but she had no leverage. With my grip on her hair, I lifted her to a kneeling position again, then slowly forced her to bend forward at the waist until she splashed into the ice. She jerked hard when the cold first hit, and I was frankly surprised that she still had the muscle control to do even that. I kept her down, though, taking a moment to admire her degrading pose: ankles still held wide apart, ass forced to rise up a bit in the air, wrists behind her and her face and chest plunged down even deeper than they would have been if she were prostrate on the floor. Bubbles rose from beside her face. Silly girl. This was supposed to be about more pain play than breathplay, but if she wanted to combine the two... After I was sure there was no air left in her lungs, I counted ten more slow seconds, then yanked her back up to a kneeling position. Aleks inhaled desperately and coughed, then hiccuped, water sluicing down her body to drip between her thighs. Her face was bright pink with the cold and exertion, and goosebumps rose on her chest, nipples once again hard and tight. I gave the right one a familiar flick. "How was that?" I murmured. "I bet at this point you're grateful to be going numb..." Aleks tried to shake her head, but I still had a tight grip on her hair. "B-bastard," she managed through ragged breaths. "That's kind of a weak epithet, for you," I frowned. "Maybe you need to have your imagination stimulated?" She felt it coming and inhaled desperately just before I plunged her once more into the tub. She was better about holding her breath this time. I counted another twenty--not much time for a trained agent--before I reached back, picked up that heavy Hitachi vibrator, flipped it to medium-high and pressed it between her spread legs. Aleks probably thought the water would muffle her squeal. It almost did. Bubbles streamed to the surface once again as she squirmed, and I almost felt a little sympathy for her: after walking that rope, her raw, throbbing pussy would not interpret the vibration as soothing pleasure. It would be more like a jackhammer on her frayed nerves. I tightened my grip on her hair as she bucked and jerked, almost totally out of her own control, unable to pull up out of the painfully cold water or escape the punishment of the vibe. Thirty seconds. Fifty seconds. At fifty-nine I yanked her back up and set the Hitachi down. She sobbed openly for breath, her body shaking with exhaustion, and I was sure not all of the water pouring down her face was from the tub. "Ready to talk?" I asked. She tried to spit. Calmly and methodically, I lifted my open hand and began to spank her tight, perky little breasts. Left, then right, then left again, just as I had in that first room after she'd bitten my hand: I made the rhythm exactly the same, so she'd know to anticipate the next one, and to flinch. I could see in her face the moment the first sting began to eat through the numbness of the cold. "Salt diffuses into water pretty quickly," I said, and paused for another smack, hard enough that it made my palm sting. "You're running out of time before the electricity finds a good path between those wires." Smack. "That path will very likely involve you." Smack. "What do you want to use that oxygen for, my prisoner?" Before she could answer, I shoved her back down and picked up the Hitachi to resume that impossible conflicting punishment. I didn't feel it myself, but I knew exactly when the first jolt arced through the water. I had started lifting the vibrator up hard into her pussy, making her hips rise and tilt her even further down into the water, then pulling it away and letting them fall again: soon I was forcing her to hump it like a dog, her pelvis bouncing up and down against her will. It was at about the count of thirty that she suddenly spasmed hard, fighting upward against my grip on her curly hair. She almost got clear of the water before I regained control and shoved her even deeper, jamming the vibe hard against her sore and slippery lips. Eventually the water would be evenly saturated with her sweat, and the electricity would come through as a buzzing current, but right now it still had to build up and then jump across the tub. Each time, it snapped through her body. Each time, she lost a little more air to a scream. Just before what I judged would have been the fifth shock, I pulled her out and dropped the vibrator again. She'd stopped trying to fight my leverage and sagged onto the platform, trembling. Her breath was a series of shudders, her breasts and cheeks flushed bright pink, and she'd bitten her lip at some point--it was starting to swell. She didn't meet my gaze. I reached down between her thighs and cupped her, feeling the heat throbbing from her bare and swollen slit. After all the abuse, it wouldn't exactly feel good, but a gentle touch rather than a vicious pounding had to be some kind of relief. I felt her respond: as I carefully, gently pushed two fingers up into her, her cunt pulsed faintly around them. She was fever-hot and dripping wet, and not from the tub. I let go of her hair for a moment, took her chin, tilted her head back and kissed her. Aleks didn't bite this time. Perhaps fear had gotten the best of her, or perhaps she was simply too stunned to respond, or in shock. But I didn't think so. When her tongue flicked against mine, I knew I was almost through to the other Aleks: the deep submissive, the pain slut, the slave who not only wanted this treatment, but needed it. Then I felt her stiffen and squirm, fighting to pull away from me, and I knew she wasn't quite there yet. Before she could think, I pulled away and regained my grip on her hair, once more forcing her down into the water. This time the electricity was ready for her, and I felt her go rigid, twisting in my grip with the very last of her strength. I could almost hear the crackle of the shock as it danced through her helpless body. I reached for the vibrator, then changed my mind. Twisting to make sure I still had her held down, I reached under the tub and brought out the final piece of the contraption: a long, jointed steel frame that locked into place as I unfolded each section. The first vertical arm rose up to about six inches above the top of the tub. The second made a solid bar horizontally over the top, and the third descended down below the tub again, where it locked into place. I moved around the device awkwardly until I was sure I had it firmly secured, and then I let go of Aleks's hair. She surged up out of the tub, gasping, and almost immediately her shoulders encountered the flat limit of the steel. Surprised, she dropped back down again, and another scream bubbled through the water as the charge snapped through her once more. This time she was more cautious, and when she got herself clear of the water--just barely--she tried to lift the whole thing with her back. It wasn't going anywhere, though. Even if she hadn't been incredibly tired and half-drowned, she still had no leverage, and lifting the bar would have meant lifting hundreds of pounds of water as well. She struggled with it anyway. She probably had no idea she was whimpering with desperation. Aleks tried to dip down, just a bit, to squirm out from under it. Her cold, punished nipples touched the slopping surface of the water, and the voltage from the wires snapped through them both. The frame clanked as she hit it hard again, shaking with helpless exhaustion. Slowly, casually, I picked up the Hitachi and pressed it against her. With deliberation, I began to work the head of the vibrator up and down her pussy, making sure no inch of her hypersensitive slit was spared. Then I leaned down to her ear. "Would you like to stay out of the water, Aleks?" I murmured. "FUCK!" she screamed, unable to even buck away from this renewed torment, unable to draw a complete breath with the way she was bent double over the water. "There's one way I can help you," I said, and drew it out of my pocket, the little silver choke-chain collar I'd been waiting to offer her. "One lifeline I can wrap around your throat. But I'm not going to put it on until you ask me, Aleks. Until you beg." She'd been wobbling as I spoke, her abdominal muscles losing the ability to hold her up, and just then they gave in. She plunged down into the still-frozen water, and the shock that hit her must have been the hardest yet. She had to try three times before she could lift herself out, and encounter the unyielding bar, and start the struggle all over again. I angled the vibrator up so that all its pressure was directly on her tortured clit. "Well, Aleks?" "Cole!" she said, a strangled gasp. I let the steel brush the side of her neck. Her body collapsed again, hit the water with a splash, rose back up with what must have been an unbelievable effort. I flipped the Hitachi up as high as it would go and practically jammed it into her clit. Aleks dropped, splashed, screamed, struggled up. "On!" she managed, with what must have been the very last of her air. "Please! PLEASE!" With one easy movement, I slipped the chain around her slender throat and drew it tight. One end slid through a hole in the bar, letting me pull it up until she was indeed out of the water--and could barely breathe. I felt her accept it, shoulders going limp, eyes closing, breath whistling in her throat. I took two fingers and found her carotid artery, slowly pressing it tight. It was one of the first things we'd learned at the academy together: how to safely, surely take a victim into unconsciousness. Aleks would be out cold in ten seconds. Eight. Six. "Little spy," I whispered in her ear, "little Aleks. All mine." Perhaps it was just her muscles slackening, but I thought she nodded as she slipped into the dark. Enhanced Interrogation Ch. 05 Author's Note: This entire story is being written as a collaboration with the talented Doctor_Tease. Chapters will be posted on an alternating basis so please look to his profile for the previous and next installments Aleks I hurt. My instincts were warring with my sluggish brain as I struggled back to awareness, screaming at me to move, and move quickly, but my body wasn't obeying my commands. I felt tender and bruised all over, each nerve ending sensitive, my muscles weak as I tried to take mental inventory. My last memories were fuzzy - Cole's voice and hands, the cold chain around my neck, my desperate, panicked struggle. I shivered. It wasn't the water, or even the shocks - I'd been through worse. It was the way he'd systematically stripped me down, exposed me, made me question my very nature. I felt raw and jumbled, like he'd hollowed me out and put everything back in the wrong place. Who I was, what I was, all of it seemed so tenuous now. "I'm an agent." I whispered, my voice hoarse, as I wrenched my eyelids open. I was talking to myself. My hands were secured behind my back, wrapped in some sort of leather cuff, and I still wore the silver chain around my throat, but I was otherwise unrestrained in a bare concrete cell. A quick scan of the space told me that there were no windows, a single door, and no less than three cameras monitoring me. I remembered the cells Cole had led me past earlier, the video screens showing their occupants being sexually tortured, and I whimpered, wondering what sort of torment he'd devised for me next. My nipples hardened in spite of myself as I imagined the things he could dream up. I had a sudden urge to just lie there, to give up and let him win. To stop fighting him, to just accept his control. I felt a warmth pooling in my core at the idea, a traitorous little voice whispering that I'd probably even enjoy it. To feel his hands caressing my sensitive little nipples, his cock in my pussy as he held me down and fucked me. To hear him call me his little slut, to know that that's what I truly was. Would that be so bad? "No." I whispered again, my voice coming out in a sob. "No, I'm an agent. I'm an agent." I gritted my teeth, whispering my new mantra to myself, tears running down my cheeks as I fought back the tide of emotions, the weakness, the confusion. "I'm an agent." I hissed, my breath turning to a gasp as I sat up, my sore muscles protesting. "I'm an agent." I rolled to my feet in a maneuver that should have been second nature and yet felt stiff and somehow foreign. "I'm an agent!" I screamed at the nearest camera, my face flushed, my chest heaving with the effort of choking back my tears. "Fuck you, Cole, I'm going to win. I'm going to win." I whispered, turning my back on the camera, my brain finally clicking into gear, my training coming to the forefront. I scanned the room again, assessing the door strength, hinges, walls, floor, cameras. The door was a simple steel affair with a peephole in the center - standard issue, virtually impossible to break out of. Ok, walls? Solid concrete, no weaknesses or flaws, same with the floor. I eyed the cameras, mentally lining up their trajectory with the glimpses I'd caught of those other captives. If I was right....Oh yes, I was right. "Mistake number one, you fucker." I muttered under my breath, studiously ignoring the small area in the corner that the cameras couldn't see. Maybe Cole thought his little cell was so impervious he could afford to have a blind spot, but I intended to prove him wrong. "Cole." I said, turning fully to one of the cameras. "Let's talk." I tried to make my voice sound forlorn, my body language that of someone broken, hopeless. "I can't....I can't do this anymore. Please. I just.....let's talk." I let a few more tears fall, hunching my shoulders and bowing my head. There was a pause, just long enough for me to wonder if anyone was even monitoring the feeds from my cell, then a voice crackled out of a hidden speaker. "I'm sure Cole will be more than happy to hear that, Aleks." Oh good, an underling. I sobbed harder, my words coming out in gasps. "Please, just let me talk to him. Let me see him, I need to end this. I can't keep going." The voice sounded slightly hesitant this time. "Cole will speak with you when he has the time, in the meantime..." "Please," I gasped, crumpling to the ground, my voice breaking with anguish. "Please, I just need to talk to someone. Don't leave me in here. I can't breathe, please....I can't....." There was another long pause, then the voice came back on. "I'm sending someone down to you. If this is a trick, you will sorely regret it." My only response was to sob harder, curling onto my side in the fetal position and then rolling so that all but my head was safely in that convenient little blind spot. Carefully keeping my face a mask of misery and fear, I smoothly brought my bound arms underneath me so they were at my front. "Mistake number two." I thought to myself, examining the locking mechanism through tear blurred eyes. Simple, but not one I could pick without tools, sadly. Still, I knew several highly effective fighting techniques that could be employed with my hands bound. I sincerely hoped I would get to try them out on Cole. It took less time than I expected before a small noise outside my door alerted me that my new marks had arrived. A little shot of adrenalin and pleasure went through me just then, reminding me why it was I was so good as an agent. This was what I lived for. What I was good at. Not even Cole could take it away from me. The door swung open and a uniformed man took one step inside before I exploded into action. I rolled, my legs tangling with his and bringing him crashing to the ground where a quick blow from my bound hands to the back of his neck took him out of the fight. I didn't stop to assess whether my aim had been good, I just kept rolling, dodging the booted kick coming my way from his backup and bringing my own feet up in a hard kick to a sensitive groin. As my latest victim bent double, groaning, I had time to count that there were two more in the corridor, one reaching for a baton, the other for a radio. I rolled again, this time forward and to my feet, coming up swinging, my fists making contact with the second man's solar plexus. He let out a cough, his radio dropping forgotten to his side, and I grabbed him, spinning him so he shielded me from his partner. I still had the slight edge of surprise on my side as the other guard hadn't fully got his weapon up, so I shoved my meat shield forward, his weight bowling his partner over and sending them both to the ground. A couple of quick blows took them out completely. I paused for a moment, getting my bearings before taking off down the corridor at a sprint. I was a bit disgusted that none of the guards had been carrying guns, but perhaps Cole had been smarter not to trust such incompetents with them. Still, my escape would have been much easier with a little extra firepower on my side. I kept a steady pace as I traversed the long hallway lined with cells, trying not to be distracted by the images I could see on their monitor screens. I could hear moans from behind the doors, sometimes accompanied by sharp cries and yelps, and what I saw made me quiver with a horrible combination of lust and fear. The small part of my brain, the part that Cole kept tapping into, wanted to be one of those girls, wanted to be tied down, fucked mercilessly, used as an object. I struggled to keep focused, but my eyes kept wandering - a girl in a rope harness being fucked by a mechanical dildo, another with her tits caught in suction, her nipples swollen and red, yet another writhing on the floor, a shiny substance all over her pussy and ass. It would be so easy.... "No." I growled, closing my eyes as I sped down the corridor, aiming for a stairwell I could see at the end. I was maybe fifty feet away when the alarms started, a shrieking klaxon that nearly deafened me before it was abruptly shut off. "Smart." I muttered, privately pissed off. An alarm would have been an easy way to mask any noise I made in my escape. I reached the door and paused, my breath coming easy, my muscles feeling better for the stretching I'd just given them. I slowly pushed the door open, crouching down and ducking my head around the corner, trying not to present an obvious target. It was unnecessary. The stairwell was deserted. "Sloppy again, Cole," I grinned, running through the door and starting down the stairs as quickly as I could go. This was obviously a maintenance exit, all bare concrete and metal, no windows, and I wished briefly that I could see how many floors up I was. I had made it down perhaps two flights when the bang of a door opening above me made me pause, quieting my breath and hugging the wall, listening for footsteps. They came quickly, a single set of boots pounding down the steps, and I ducked into position, waiting for my pursuer to come around the corner and into my waiting fists. I swung hard but he twisted at the last second, taking my blow to his shoulder instead of his head. I had just enough time to register that it was Cole himself after me before his return blow caught me in the chest, momentarily stunning me. I grunted and brought my knee up against his crotch in a feint before catching him in the ear with my bound fists. He growled at me, twisting his body so my knee hit his thigh before taking a step back to assess me. We circled for a moment, silent, each throwing tentative punches, dodging, and trying to get a feel for the other. I got another kick in, this time narrowly missing his solar plexus, and he roared at me, charging forward in a rush I narrowly avoided. We circled some more, his face a mask of anger, mine of concentration. I had started the fight confident, but I was beginning to worry as my bound hands made my moves slower and more predictable, and I had never seen Cole look so furious I had just about resolved to cut and try to run when his boot flew out in a kick and I was forced to dodge, grabbing his leg in my hands and twisting, pulling him off balance. He fell into me, taking me down with him in a tangled heap. I hissed at him, twisting and struggling as he grappled with me, one big hand fisting itself in my hair and wrenching my neck back, his weight pinning me to the ground. I felt his position shift, slightly, and then he was pressing against me, a hard bulge nestled up against my ass as he tugged on my hair even harder. "No more games, Aleks," he growled into my ear, his voice cold and furious. "No more teasing, no more fun. I've been taking my time--indulging your little fantasies--and this is how you decide to repay me?" "You're fucking insane," I spat. He had all the advantages on his side: gravity, my bound wrists, his painful grip on my hair. My only chance was to piss him off enough to make another mistake, but I knew that chance wasn't good. "Maybe if you weren't completely incompetent at your twisted little job, you wouldn't have prisoners running around beating the shit out of your idiot gua--AAGH!" He'd bitten my ear, hard enough to make me cry out, maybe hard enough to draw blood. For all the hate I felt for him, all the fury and desperation building in my chest, I couldn't help but notice that it was a strangely intimate way to inflict pain. "Do you remember the first thing I told you when I walked into your cell, cunt?" I felt his hand slide down between us as he snarled in my ear. "I said I was going to fuck your ass. It wasn't a joke. It wasn't banter. It was a promise that I was going to do a painful, cruel, degrading thing to your tight little body, and now you get to see that my promises come true." I felt and heard his zipper, and I broke. I fought hard. I bucked, I kicked, I screamed. My bound hands flailed ineffectually against the ground as I writhed under him, desperate to keep him from fulfilling his threat. My newfound confidence, my fragile hold on myself, all of it was on the line. I couldn't let him win. I called him every insult I could think of, tears streaming down my face as he used my hair to haul me up onto my knees, keeping my legs spread with his own, and then pressing my face to the ground, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. I could feel his cock against my pussy, warm and thick, and I cried out when his fingers delved inside me. His thumb pressed down on my clit, rocking back and forth as he leaned forward, his breath hot in my throbbing ear. "You're wet, Aleks. Soaking. Wet. Scream and beg all you want--it just tells me that you want this. You need my cock in your ass." I cried out my denials, even as he slid his dick back and forth across my wet lips, gathering the moisture there while his thumb danced over my clit, making me squirm. "Take a breath, girl," he growled, and pressed the head of his cock against my asshole. I ignored his advice and screamed, bucking against him, trying to dislodge him, but he was inexorable. His cock pressed forward, stretching and burning as it slid slowly past my tight little ring, filling me up inch by inch as I panted and moaned, begging him to stop. My ass felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending screaming--and yet deep down there was a spark of pleasure. I could feel it in my core, that desire to submit, to let him do with me as he wanted, and the hot shame of it washed over me as he grunted and shoved the last few inches in, his balls slapping against my wet pussy. The fullness of it made me cry out again. I struggled harder, writhing and moaning against him, but he ignored me and pulled back till just the head of his cock was left inside of me before slamming forward, rocking my body and making me scream. The pain of it was fading, but in its place was a dirty sort of pleasure. He began to fuck me, slowly at first and then faster: his balls swung against my clit and the silver slave chain swung against my neck, his fist in my hair keeping me under control. "I'm not even going to ask you any questions," he growled, pinching my clit cruelly, making me tighten around his cock in a way that sent little jolts of pleasure through me. "I just want you to take this, slut. I want you to know how much you need it. I want you to know just how getting fucked like this makes you feel." I had no words: I just moaned, shaking my head as much as his grip would allow, and he made an angry noise before redoubling his efforts, fucking my ass deeper and harder. "You've lost, Aleks. Just give up and enjoy it. We both know you're going to come on my cock..." I whimpered, trying to deny the truth of his words as the jolts of pleasure became stronger, my pussy flooding his hand as he tugged and pinched my clit. "No," I moaned, my ass tightening around him again, unconsciously. "No, no, no, no!" I broke off into a scream, my back arching and my pussy and ass spasming as an orgasm crashed over me. I was overwhelmed. Every bit of pent up frustration, all of Cole's torment and teasing, all of my own insecurities and doubts, all of it fueled my climax as I broke down and wept, my cunt clenching as waves of pleasure washed over me, each one pushed higher as Cole continued to ride my ass. I dimly heard him yell, felt his own orgasm as he slammed into me one more time, but it was through a fog. I knew when he pulled out of me, a strange emptiness inside me making me wish he hadn't stopped, but my body felt distant, drugged, as if it no longer belonged to me. "Little Aleks," I heard his voice in my ear, his hand gently stroking my sweat dampened curls from my face, "I told you. You are mine."