0 comments/ 24217 views/ 4 favorites Desperate Times Ch. 01 By: Slovdave She stared at it and tried to think rationally. It had been delivered half an hour ago and had lain on its side on the table since. She had tried her best to ignore it, busying herself around the tiny flat with aimless tidying. Pointless, because if this worked she would not be coming back, and if it didn't....well she probably still wouldn't be coming back. But now with time running short she could ignore it no longer. It was a black metal cylinder, domed at one end about the size and weight of a full drinks can. She had hefted it in her hands earlier and something had moved slightly and silently inside. She had no idea of the contents and had made no attempt to find out. All she knew was what would happen to her if she didn't go through with her orders. She'd never taken anything quite this big before and was more than a little concerned whether she could even manage it especially as she was getting so nervous. And then again, once in, could she get it out again in a hurry? She'd had the heating on and the flat was stifling hot now. She stripped naked and lay back on the sofa. She had placed the freestanding mirror on the floor facing her so she could see herself. She started to empty her mind and concentrate on the image in the mirror. The woman who looked back was interesting, maybe late 30s, maybe early 40s clearly beautiful, lightly tanned skin with long dark hair to her shoulders, full breasts with dark areolas and the nipples starting to harden. The face spoke of many experiences and a strong character which had seen her through. This was just one more experience she told herself. She had bathed earlier and shaved herself in the bath. It felt good to be hairless and sweet smelling. She parted her legs slowly and examined the view. Her smooth pink mound showed first then the tip of her clit hood and the edges of her inner lips. As the legs parted further her lips spread with a tiny noise and she could see her cunt in all its beauty. She licked her finger tips and reached down to her mound and watched fascinated as they started to go to work seemingly on their own, knowing automatically what to do to start to arouse her. She knew just how much work would be needed to relax her muscles enough. Gradually the need built, her fingers finding a rhythm and working between her inner lips and her clit. She felt her cunt starting to open it's hunger growing. She deliberately stopped and started teasing and frustrating it much more than usual, revelling in the flow of her juices and stronger and stronger sensations. Eventually she stopped altogether, withdrew her hand and admired the view. Her cunt was dark pink, the lips, plump and aroused glistened, and a drop of juice slid luxuriously from the base of her open slot and lost itself under her ass. She reached for the item. It was cold to the touch and very, very smooth. She slid the domed end up against her open cunt and gasped a little at the coldness. She wriggled a little to get in position and started to move it in. The dome easily parted her lips at first but the blunt size of it quickly faced resistance. There was a little pain as the entrance was forced wider than she had gone before, but once there she was surprised at the agreeable strength of the sensation. So far so good, the width was possible, now for the length. She placed both hands on the end and started to move it further in, a little at a time stopping and relaxing each time. Quickly it moved past her pubic bones and she found the resistance slackened, allowing a little more penetration each time. Soon it was almost all in, she could just see the black disc of the base showing in the mirror and hardly anything at all as she looked down on her mound. Would it come out again? She gathered her muscles and squeezed, slowly at first it began to reappear, then faster until, with a rush it slid to onto the sofa between her legs. She paused for breath then started again. It slid in more easily this time and she quickly had it inserted all the way to the rim of the base. This time she pushed further and watched fascinated, even a little horrified, as her cunt started to swallow it, gradually the black disc was covered until with a final gulp her muscles spasmed and it settled itself up inside her and completely out of view. Amazed, she stared at herself in the mirror for some time. Eventually she started to close her legs, cautiously at first, but finding no problems soon fully. Then she got to her feet and tried a few steps. The sensation unlike anything she had experienced. It was strong and very intense in an odd way, but it was manageable and not painful. She walked up and down naked in front of the mirror watching herself. Would anyone notice anything in her movements? If so, that could spell disaster. After a while she satisfied herself that all was well and the sensation even started to feel more normal. Eventually, she walked to the bathroom and cleaned herself up. It wouldn't be good to smell too sexual, the men or the guard dogs would soon pick that up. She applied more deoderant than usual, then went into her bedroom. She picked out her best panties and slid them on. At least she would be well dressed whatever happened... Desperate Times Ch. 02 It had all gone wrong so quickly. The first check point seemed O.K. The guards and dogs seemed barely interested in her and she made her way further along the neon lit corridor. Then at the second barrier she had attracted more attention, A male and a female guard came closer, watching her face. The male guard brought up a big German Shepherd dog which circled her twice, it's fur and long tail brushing against her bare legs under the short summer dress. The female guard made her stand with her hands out to the sides and legs apart. On it's third circuit the dog suddenly strained against it's leash, barking and lunging at her, almost pulling the handler off his feet. She gasped and squealed but stood her ground. She was quickly led away by the female guard to a small interrogation room. It had a desk and two metal chairs and across the back wall a plastic covered examination table. She was told to get up on the table and left. along one wall was a darkened glass panel. She assumed this was a two way mirror, and occasionally she thought she could make out movement on the other side. Eventually a tall, thin man in a white coat came into the room, he placed a metal dish containing some instruments she could not quite see on the table. Then took a deep breath and walked over to her. "You will remove your clothing." He said, almost apologetically. She hesitated then seeing no alternative, did so, making a small pillow from her jacket, dress and panties. He laid her back down on the table and spread her legs into the waiting supports. She lay there for a moment cold and vulnerable as he ran his gaze over her nakedness. "We know what you have, and how you are carrying it." He said at last. "It would be better for you to give it up now." Again she hesitated, but again she could see no alternative. "Give me a moment." her voice was thick and nervous in her throat. The item was lodged well up inside her and her nervousness had tightened her up further. This was not going to be easy. She closed her eyes and emptied her mind, relaxing all her muscles before starting to push. It moved very little at first, but gradually she started to feel it working its way downward, each time she stopped to relax further and gather her breath it seemed closer to the entrance and eventually she felt her lips parting and spreading as it showed itself. She looked at the man, who seemed fascinated. He stood motionless eyes fixed on her cunt. Suddenly he pulled a pair of latex gloves from his pocket and slid them on. One last squeeze and the item was protruding from her, halfway out and glistening. He reached forward and took hold of it gently withdrawing it the rest of the way. It finally left her with a tiny wet sound. She felt herself slowly starting to close up again almost immediately. "Thank you, do not move." He said and took the item to the desk. He returned immediately and looked her over, she suddenly felt a chill as he took in her breasts stomach and still closing cunt. He reached out and swiftly buckled short padded belts around her ankles, fixing them immovably in the supports, then did the same with her wrists, pinning them not uncomfortably but rigidly by her hips. "Now I believe my colleague would like to ask you some questions." He looked her over once more and she thought she felt him sigh. He turned and left, taking everything from the desk with him. She looked at the mirror and again fancied she could see movement. The door soon opened and a tall, striking female entered. She wore a tightly tailored white blouse over an obviously generous bust, a dark pencil skirt and dark shoes. The blouse was open low and the lines of her bra were obvious. She put some papers on the desk, then walked over to the table. She took some time to look the prisoner over, reaching out and stroking her hair at one point. The tension was unbearable. "I can't tell you anything." She eventually muttered. "I know." Said the interrogator "But we are going to have fun proving that." The interrogator leaned forward putting her face right up to the side of the prisoner's head and inhaled deeply. The prisoner twisted round to face her and was confronted with the deep well of the interrogator's breasts held tightly by the lace of her bra. Already the smell of excitement was in the air. The interrogator reached out and put her hand on the prisoners stomach, her muscles recoiled at the touch but couldn't go far. The hand circled slowly then moved down to the cunt, cupping it firmly. Her mouth still close to the prisoners ear smiled. "You like the.... larger things in life I'm told." she breathed. The prisoners knees tried to close but to no avail, she whimpered a little despite herself. Quickly, two then three fingers squirmed into the open cunt slipping in knuckle deep and working along the front wall. Already and involuntarily she felt herself getting wet as the fingers went to work and the thumb found her hardening clit. All too soon she felt the hunger start to rise again and the flush spreading across her upper breasts and neck. Her nipples puckered and hardened and the more she fought it the worse it seemed to get. To her horror and against her will, she started to feel the familiar glow of her oncoming orgasm, her breathing got ragged and she moaned as her hips started to move of their own accord. Suddenly as the release was almost there, the interrogator stopped dead and backed away a pace, grinning devilishly. "Well now, this is going to be fun." She quickly slipped out of her skirt revealing tight, high cut white lace panties, then tore off her blouse, her impatience evident. Finally she reached behind and unhooked the bra, dropping it to the floor. Her breasts were surprisingly heavy with large dark nipples already tight with excitement. They swayed slightly with her as she moved forward again. "Now then, what to try first?" She knelt down and opened a drawer in the side of the table. The prisoner could not see, but heard some movement and rattling. She came back up with a wicked looking pair of canes crossed and tied in the middle. She placed the knot in between the prisoners breasts so the canes formed an X with one end above and below each breast. She then pulled out some light cord and quickly looped it around two of the cane ends. The effect was to immediately clamp the breast from above and below. She quickly tightened the cord and tied it off, doing the same to the other breast, so tightly that the canes bent under the pressure. The prisoner whimpered and twitched , the effect wasn't too painful yet, but the breasts were already changing colour and swelling as the blood flow was constricted. Next the interrogator pulled out a ball gag and after a little struggle inserted and secured it. "You will get a little noisy and I value my hearing." she smirked. Finally she produced a large dildo from the base of which a tube hung down. she held it under the prisoner's gaze. Then spat on the tip and moved it up to the wide open cunt. It slid in easily at this stage and was quickly all the way. The interrogator moved between the prisoners legs and held her gaze as she started to move the dildo in and out. As the signs of arousal grew she leant forward and started to lap at the exposed clit. The pressure growing and the speed increasing as she worked the dildo. Then with one hand she squeezed the bulb at the end of the thin tube. With a hiss the dildo started to inflate. The prisoner's eyes opened wide and she let out a muffled whimper as the pressure increased stretching her wider as it slid in and out. Soon the movement and expanding width had it's effect and the prisoner flushed and whimpered her hips moving to meet the dildo as it slid harder and faster. All to soon and with no control over her response, the prisoner was right on the edge. The interrogator grinned and forced her onwards. "You like it big bitch don't you." She came hard and strong groaning into the gag, head thrown backward and hips shaking from the tension and release. A small gush of juices burst out from around the tight dildo and ran down her arse. The interrogator didn't stop there, increasing the pressure and working on the exposed clit, forcing another and yet a third orgasm from her, each stronger than the last. By the end of the third the prisoner was drooling from her gag head lolling and eyes rolling back in her head. She was close to passing out. The interrogator slid the dildo out and looked at her handiwork the cunt was red, angry and stretched it was closing up but much more slowly this time. She bent forward and placed a single gentle kiss on the exposed clit. "That'll do for a start..." Desperate Times Ch. 03 The interrogator moved around the bed to the prisoner's head and removed the ball gag. The prisoner blinked heavily as she came back to consciousness and gulped as she got her mouth working again. "I can't tell you anything." she almost whispered, eyes riveted on the interrogator's. "I know sweetie, I know.......but you will." The interrogator wiped the sweat from the prisoner's forehead almost tenderly, then after a pause lent forward and kissed her full and strong on the lips, her heavy breasts pressing down on the prisoner's tied ones, the nipples sliding in the mixing sweat against each other. She drew back, smiling and replaced the gag. She moved back between the prisoner's legs and again slid three fingers back inside her, working the front wall and clit again. The prisoner groaned heavily into her gag as the familiar sensations started all over again. She tried to fight it but soon the flush was back on her neck and the twitching of her pelvis betrayed her re-emerging hunger. Quickly and expertly the interrogator worked her up, alternating her thumb and her tongue on the clit, slipping her fourth finger inside and speeding and slowing to bring the prisoner back to her peak. The prisoner was clearly lost again by now her head thrown back and her hips moving of their own free will, trying to push back against the invading fingers. Swiftly, the interrogator withdrew her fingers, formed a point with all four and the thumb and plunged the whole fist back in with force. The already stretched cunt could make little resistance and the fist slid in wrist deep. She twisted the fist a couple of times and bent forward tonguing the clit expertly and starting to work up a rhythm. Within seconds the prisoner was coming again, hard, wet and strong, groaning and gasping into her gag, her body out of control. But the interrogator did not stop there, first one, then another orgasm was forced from the prisoner's heaving body, then another and finally a massive fourth climax as her body shuddered and pulsed, came and came, her cunt squirting and dribbling while she passed out and drooled around the gag. Finally the interrogator withdrew her hand watching the ravaged cunt, fascinated as it gaped open and the muscles twitched slowly. Then she moved round and removed the gag again. The prisoner gasped, sucking air in and slowly started to come round again. The interrogator went back to her drawer and when she came back up she had a pair of crocodile clips in her left hand. With her right she caressed the prisoners distended breasts. By now the pressure from the canes had caused the breasts to swell and harden, turning an angry purple. Even the nipples had swollen, pointing and taut. The interrogator slapped the breasts from underneath, once each. The prisoner jumped and squealed each time as the pain shot through her. The crocodile clips bit cruelly as they closed on her distended nipples and their own weight pulled them downwards. She groaned and shook her head. "Ohhhhh......goooooddd, noooo! it hurts! please, nooooo!" The interrogator put her hands on either side of the prisoner's face and looked deeply into her eyes. " Talk to me sweetie....talk to me." " I can't tell you anything...I don't know anything." The Prisoner gasped in a hoarse whisper. The Interrogator kept her hands on either side of the Prisoner's face and looked deep into her eyes. She said nothing this time just clicked her tongue before kissing the Prisoner again, long and hard, her tongue probing deep. She pulled away at length and fitted the gag again. Then revisited her drawer bringing up a hand controller with two wires hanging from it. She fitted the wires into the crocodile clips, drawing whimpers from the Prisoner as the movement tweaked her distended nipples. The interrogator pressed a button and dropped the controller. It was not heavy, yet when it jerked on the nipple clips the Prisoner twitched and moaned. If anything the pressure in her breasts was still growing, her hard, swollen nipples incredibly sore and sensitive, each whole breast aching. " It's on a timer." The Interrogator said, "The shocks start out wide apart, then get closer and stronger." She smiled and pulled out a clear plastic bottle. "And this will help you enjoy it even more." She squirted some of the clear gel onto each nipple around the clips. It started out cold but soon the sensation was warm, then hot, like intense chilli burn. The prisoner started to wriggle but soon stopped as the movement caused the clips to bite harder. Then the first shock hit. It was immense, like being struck across the breasts with a heavily wielded cane, her nipples felt like they were on fire, her back muscles spasmed and she arched against the restraints. There was more, she felt it right into her core, right down to her poor used cunt. She grunted into the gag, blinking to try to clear her vision as the pain slowly subsided. The Interrogator moved back between the Prisoners spread legs and leant forward kissing, then tonguing and finally sucking hard on her exposed clit. Already swollen and sensitive it responded even more and the Prisoner gasped around her gag. The Interrogator picked up the plastic bottle and squeezed some of the gel onto the exposed clit. The effect was immediate, the tingling, burning drew a long groan from the prisoner and the Interrogator smiled as she squeezed more gel onto her own hand. Then the second shock hit. It was even stronger and more intense, she arched and jerked against the restraints. This time the spasms went right into her cunt, the sensitised muscles clenching almost into an involuntary orgasm. She let out an elongated grunt against the gag, gasping and snorting desperately sucking air in through her nose to avoid passing out again, blinking hard as the pain fell away. Now the initial burning had passed and her nipples and clit were incredibly sensitive. She could even feel the Interrogator's breath as it slid over her open cunt. The Interrogator smiled and held her gaze as she brought her gel covered hand up to the waiting open cunt. She slid three fingers straight in and thumbed the straining clit. The gel did its work and the prisoner was already close to yet another orgasm as the full fist slid in wrist deep and more. The shock hit again. This time there was nothing she could do. She arched and strained. From her nipples through the very core of her being, to the tip of her clit she came. Every muscle clenched and spasmed, her cunt squirted and even her bladder rippled and emptied what little it held. The Interrogator grinned wolfishly and started to work up a rhythm. the shocks were getting closer now. It felt like it lasted for a very long time. Each shock produced an even bigger orgasm than the last. Her exhausted muscles forced to react by the electricity and the sensitising gel. Twice she passed out and twice she was revived only for the Interrogator to begin again.The interrogator seemed to particularly enjoy the sensation of the Prisoner's cunt muscles gripping her fist as climax after climax was forced from her. At long last an end came. The Interrogator withdrew her hand and admired the open angry pink cunt. It was going to take a very long time for it to close up now. She moved up to the Prisoner's head and removed the gag. Both of them were glistening and dripping with sweat from their efforts. The Prisoner was gasping and blinking, tears ran freely from the corners of her eyes. "I'll talk." She whispered "I'll tell you everything you want to know." The Interrogator held the Prisoner's in her hands again and kissed her once again long, and hard and slow. "I know sweetie. And if it helps, you lasted much longer than your....erm... predecessor. But you see, there really isn't anything I want to know from you....." The Prisoners eyes widened in terror as the gag was slid back in place once again........