Interrogation Inter Alia

INTERROGATION INTER ALIA - Chapter Two

Mistress Emma�s house-slaves Carl and Amanda welcomed me to the Interrogation party and invited me inside. I smiled as I greeted both and complimented them on their uniforms; both dressed in matching red pill-box hats, candy-striped 50s retro-styled cafeteria shirts with silver name badges and long trousers modified to expose their asses.

�Mistress has been expecting you,� Amanda said.

�I hope I�m not late!� I laughed.

�No,� they both laughed.

�It�s not quite eight yet; plenty of time,� Carl said.

�May I take your coat?� Amanda asked.

I slipped off my overcoat, handed it to the petite young girl, and straightened the hem of my tailored jacket.

�That�s a lovely outfit!� Amanda said.

�It�s an old work uniform,� I replied. �Under the circumstances, I thought it�s perfect for tonight.�

Carl grinned at me in a way that suggested he already knew more about what was ahead than me. �You know it�s...� he started to speak then stopped.

�It�s going to get shredded? Yes, I know that but it�s one of my old uniforms,� I said and pointed out several places where the jacket and matching skirt looked tatty.

I followed Carl and Amanda through the house to the basement door in the kitchen.

�Everybody is in the dungeon,� Carl said. �Would you like a drink to take down?�

�Yes please!� I replied enthusiastically at the sight of a tray of bright pink champagne cocktails he held up. �Mmm!� I said as the bubbles tickled my nose.

The dungeon in the basement was dimly lit with arrays of candles; some on ledges around the walls; others hanging from Gothic wooden chandeliers.

�Hello sweetie; nice to see you,� Mistress Emma greeted me happily.

�Hello Mistress,� I replied with a smile.

�All ready for tonight?� she asked.

�I think so,� I replied, feigning dread rather than the milder apprehension I actually felt.

�Good. You�ll be arrested just before nine so we can begin right on time.�

�Arrested?� I choked back a laugh.

�You�ll see,� Mistress Emma laughed.

By 8.45 pm there were at least thirty people crammed into the dungeon. Many were people I�d never see at any of Mistress Emma�s previous parties; a few were people I had seen but which, because of their particular fetishes, didn�t usually mix with. I chatted with several of the new people but avoided conversation beyond the trivial. It wasn�t that I didn�t want to be sociable; just that the sight of a single straight-backed wooden chair under a stark exposed light bulb on the stage area kept distracting my thoughts.

At 8.55 pm Mistress Emma ascended the steps to the stage and held up her hands for the crowd to be silent. She then addressed everybody in her business tone of voice.

�We have a special treat tonight,� she began. �Tonight, we�ll interrogate Ingrid.�

I sensed from the immediate reaction of whispered voices that many people were pleased by the news. �Can you hold up your hands so everybody can see you, Ingrid?� Mistress Emma held a hand above her eyes to better see me through the dim light of the dungeon.

I smiled nervously and held up my hands in the crowd. People close to me turned and grinned. As I stood there with my hands in the air, two men dressed in army fatigues pushed through the crowd and approached me. Each wore a white MP band on their arm and a steely look of determination on their faces. When they were close enough to see clearly I was able to identify one of them; Alfredo.

My heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. I�d seen him at parties before but he was very much a loner. In the few brief conversations I�d ever had with him he gave me the impression that he was especially interested in me; not in the usual friendly kinky way but in a creepy way that made me think he was a stalker at heart. Friends also told me they had the same impression of him although Mistress Emma always defended him and said he was simply a lonely guy in search of the same thing as all of us: a bit of fun.

The two men grabbed hold of my wrists and forced my arms behind my back where they were handcuffed. Together, they then gripped my upper arms and marched me through the crowd toward the stage.

�Have you got her, Freddie?� Mistress Emma called out and he called back in the affirmative. �Make sure she doesn�t get away!�

I squirmed between Alfredo and the other man as they roughly escorted me up the stairs of the stage.

Mistress Emma winked at me and then resumed her announcement to the crowd. �Tonight, before midnight, Ingrid is going to share some very valuable information with us all. It�s the name of a man who she desperately wants to surrender to in reality just as much as she does in her fantasies about him. The trouble is, up until tonight, she�s been unwilling to turn her fantasies into reality!�

A loud laugh erupted in the crowd.

�The man in Ingrid�s fantasies is not one of us; not yet, anyway,� Mistress Emma grinned at me as she spoke. �All we need to do to begin the conversion process is to find out his name.�

On Mistress Emma�s command, Alfredo and his assistant turned me to face the crowd.

�Tell everybody what his name is, Ingrid,� Mistress Emma said flatly.

I glanced at her and said, �Steve.�

Mistress Emma tossed her head back and laughed. �This is going to be easier than I imagined!�

The crowd also laughed; I blushed at the way I divulged his name before anything had even happened to force me.

�Do you want to give us his contact details right now? You could save us all a lot of time and we could get your fantasy happening in reality tonight!� Mistress Emma smirked.

�No!� I said in an emphatic whisper.

�That�s fine,� Mistress Emma said. �It will be more fun to torture it out of you anyway.�

Mistress Emma turned her attention away from the crowd and spoke directly to Alfredo. �Strip her, Freddie.�

�Roger that, Mistress!� he replied with a grin.

I felt a chill run down my spine when Alfredo stepped up close and stared directly into my eyes. I shivered at the sight of his eyes; a darkness that resembled polished onyx within them. The sight of his deeply acne-scarred face also made my skin crawl as did the sensations of his hands reaching for the belt buckle of my skirt. After a brief moment of fidgeting with it I felt it go slack. He then grabbed the sides of my skirt and tugged down vigorously until it fell to the floor.

�Hold her still!� Alfredo said to his accomplice when I tried to resist his attempts to grab my panties. The other man gripped my upper arms tightly and gave my body a gentle shake.

Alfredo stretched my panties away from my hips until the elastic waist band was thoroughly taught. Then, with seemingly no effort, he tore the elastic and lacy sides apart.

�How are you going there, Freddie?� Mistress Emma asked after he discarded my ruined panties. �Are you getting her all hot and wet yet?�

�I�ll see,� Alfredo responded. His face contorted into a lecherous grin as he pressed a hand between my legs to grope my pussy.

The rush of blood to my face was immediate; my neck and ears suddenly burned with embarrassment. I struggled in the vice like grip of the other man�s hands while Alfredo fingered my pussy.

�Do you want to tell us how to contact Steve yet?� Mistress Emma asked. The expression on her had by now become quite serious; as if it was definitely no longer a game.

�No!� I replied, both to the question and to Alfredo�s rough mauling of my pussy and clit.

�If you don�t want to tell us then spread your legs,� Mistress Emma said matter-of-factly.

�No!� I spoke directly to Alfredo but slowly spread my legs just as Mistress Emma had told me to.

�You�d rather spread your legs for Freddie than tell us what we want to know?�

I blushed more deeply, gasped a little and then quietly replied, �Yes.�

�Is she wet, Freddie?� Mistress asked.

�Sopping!� he replied.

I gasped and recoiled as best I could when Alfredo withdrew his fingers that had been inside me and held them up in plain sight to reveal my glistening juices on them. As if to heighten the insult to my dignity he then lasciviously sucked my juices from each of his fingers.

�Take her over to the chair,� Mistress Emma said.

I stumbled in my heels as Alfredo�s accomplice frog-marched me to the interrogation chair. One shoe fell off and the other was removed by Alfredo after I�d been forcibly seated in it. I watched helplessly as Alfredo ripped my stockings from my legs and then as he placed heavy iron manacles around my ankles and shackled them to the front legs of the chair. The other man then released his hold of my shoulders and reached for my handcuffed wrists. As he unlocked them Alfredo wrestled the tailored jacket from my shoulders and then tore open the front of my white cotton blouse. White pearly buttons hadn�t stopped rolling around on the wooden floor before Alfredo and his accomplice together roughly stripped everything including my bra from my body. Each man then placed an iron manacle around each of my wrists and these were then shackled to the back of the chair at points on either side of my head.

Mistress Emma stood back and smiled approvingly. �Well done, Freddie,� she said. �You too, Mike. Mike, take out your cock and show it to Ingrid.�

I watched silently as Mike unbuttoned his khaki pants. Once the front was open his cock, large and solid, sprang from his hairy loins and stood to attention.

�You too, Freddie,� Mistress Emma said.

Alfredo�s cock, when it appeared, was every bit as grotesque as his face. It had a purple head that was a large as a billiard ball which was completely out of proportion with the thin short shaft that carried it.

Mistress Emma then directed the two men to take position either side of me where they could place their cocks in my hands. I tentatively squeezed each while Mistress Emma read from a sheet of paper to the crowd. It quickly occurred to me that the words she read were mine that I�d written about Steve and my perverse desires for him. She paused after a few embarrassing lines and then called out to the crowd for Carl to move to the front of the stage.

As first I was embarrassed that he�d been called on to video me but it soon became apparent Mistress Emma had something far more devious in mind for me.

�Ingrid, tell us something not so secret about Steve,� Mistress Emma spoke to the camera and not me.

I struggled to think of anything.

�I mean, we know his name is Steve; that�s a start. Is he somebody you work with?� Mistress Emma asked in a tone of voice that was disarmingly friendly.

�Yes,� I nodded agreeably but the tension of not knowing where she was headed with her questioning caused me to squeeze and slowly masturbate the two cocks I held in my hands.

�Somebody you work with,� Mistress Emma said slowly. �What does he do there? Does he work in the maintenance section?�

The question sounded as benign as the first and so I replied, �Yes.�

�Steve...in the maintenance section. In fact, he�s the supervisor of building maintenance and the grounds; is he not?�

I pondered the question for a moment and wondered how to respond. If I answered truthfully anybody in the room who knew where I worked would be easily able to identify Steve with just the smallest amount of research. Since it wasn�t possible to tell a lie and get away with it, my only other option was to say nothing; tantamount to self-incrimination anyway so I replied, �Yes.�

�Is the first letter of his private email address the letter A?� Mistress Emma asked bluntly.

I blinked at the question and wasn�t sure whether it was some kind of trick. �No,� I replied honestly.

�Are there any As in the address?� Mistress Emma pace of questioning quickened.

�Yes,� I replied.

�How many?�

I had to mentally count them before I replied, �Two.�

�How many letters altogether in his address?�

Again I had to mentally count through each letter and then replied, �Fourteen.�

Mistress Emma paused for a long moment. �Does that include the letters after the ampersand symbol?�

�No, that�s just his user name,� I replied.

�Will you tell us the name of his email service?�

It slowly dawned on me that Mistress Emma�s interrogation would be based on teasing or torturing from me all the letters of Steve�s email account including, obviously, the yahoo.com details. �No,� I replied.

�Maybe you need some time to reflect on that answer. In the mean time, suck Mike�s cock,� Emma said.

Alfredo continued to gently thrust his cock in a fucking motion in my hand while Mike moved in to get his cock into my mouth. After all the manipulations in my hand he was surely close to ejaculating; an eventuality that soon flooded my mouth with his thick, slimy jism that I was subsequently forced to swallow.

�All done, Mike?� Mistress Emma asked when he withdrew his softening cock and backed away from me. He nodded and grinned. Mistress Emma then looked directly at me and, in a serious tone of voice asked, �Are you ready to tell us the name of Steve�s email service?�

I sat in silence; the salty residue of Mike�s cum still fresh in my mouth.

�No? OK. Freddie, your turn...� Mistress said.

The thought of Alfredo cumming in my mouth made my stomach churn with revulsion. �Wait!� I called out as Alfredo pushed his cock close to my mouth. �It�s yahoo! Yahoo dot...�

Alfredo seized the opportunity to thrust his deformed cock into my mouth and immediately began to thrust it vigorously.

�What was that?� Mistress Emma asked.

I mumbled and desperately tried to dislodge Alfredo�s cock from my mouth. After a brief period that felt like an eternity passed, Mistress Emma told Alfredo to remove his cock so I could speak.

�It�s yahoo,� I repeated, spitting the word from my mouth as if to metaphorically spit the taste of Alfredo�s cock from my mouth.

�That�s right; it *is* yahoo. Sorry Freddie, but you�ll have to wait to get your cock sucked,� Mistress Emma said in a lilting, mournful tone of voice. She then turned her attention to somebody in the distance behind me at the back of the stage and called out, �Bring that here.� Mistress Emma then turned back to me and said, �While we�re waiting, Ingrid, I want you to look directly into the camera, speak as if you�re speaking directly to Steve, and tell him how much you�d prefer to suck his cock than poor Freddie�s...�

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