


Enhanced Interrogation

by greysequoia



Category: NonConsent/Reluctance
Published: 2011-03-17
Updated: 2012-06-01
Packaged: 2017-04-27 09:52:43
Chapters: 3
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/enhanced-interrogation
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1225766&page=submissions
Summary: <p>1. Spying can have unpleasant consequences.</p>
<p>2. Fun with rope.</p>
<p>3. Aleks pushes Cole too far.</p>
Erotica Tags: Bdsm, Bondage, Captured, Cold Water, Interrogation,
NonConsent/Reluctance, Orgasm Denial, Pearls, Prisoner, Spy, Tied Up
Average Rating: 4.50





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Enhanced Interrogation

Enhanced Interrogation Ch. 03

Enhanced Interrogation Ch. 05




        Enhanced Interrogation


_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!_  
  
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**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. 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. 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."




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