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Interrogating Bethany Part II
This is an entirely fictitious story, consisting of interrogation, humiliation, bondage, and shame, for our unfortunate (?) victim; a beautiful young lady caught compromising herself online whilst in the employment of the secretive and powerful organisation known as the Company...the story starts where we left off from Part I:
With tear and shame filled eyes, Bethany reached down, stroking and rubbing herself. I stood in front of her, leaning against the desk behind me, arms crossed, watching. Beth couldn't even bring herself to face me, her head thrown to one side, her hair hiding her face. I was curious to how this might develop, but remained silent; motionless. She'd now managed to compose herself, and remained relatively silent herself, the motions mechanical.
“Do it properly,” I admonished her “Filthy slut!” She immediately stopped, turning her head to face me, the dark and turbulent pools of her eyes holding me in a stare through her wild and bedraggled hair. With gritted teeth, she half whispered, half hissed “How the fuck else do you expect me to do it?”
I was surprised, but also delighted, at this turn of character; this was more like the Bethany I knew. A swift backhand struck her on the side of the face, knocking her off the low stool with a surprised squawk, onto the floor. Before she'd a moment to gather herself from the floor, I grabbed a thick handful of her hair, pulling her head back and twisting her arm high up between her shoulder blades. I pulled her onto to her feet. I'd positioned myself so I was opposite her free arm, but her next move took me completely unawares. Moving like a coiled snake, with little regard to her arm and hair, she spun and kneed me with all her strength between the legs.
As I involuntary doubled forward through the flashing shock of the blow, and before the pain could register, I remembered looking at a small handful of her hair in my hand, before I blacked out. I later discovered she'd followed through with an elbow to the back of my neck. Good girl. But I wasn't out for long. I came to, still looking aimlessly at the hair in my fist, as waves of pain rolled up from my balls into my groin. I forced myself to stand, wanting to be sick. My hand felt for the security card, discovering it with indescribable relief. Bethany wouldn't be able to leave the Interrogation dept; she would probably be just about discovering that grim little fact now, adjusting her search from an exit to a finding a suitable weapon.
I went straight to the control room, using the card to gain access and locking the door behind me. I wasn't going to fuck about. I headed for a locker that contained, amongst other items, infra-red goggles. We often used them during interrogations where the victim was left for days on end in pitch blackness, pumped full of powerful hypnotic drugs.
As the gog's powered up, I shut down all the departments lighting systems, and grabbing some handcuffs, went off to what would no doubt be a quick search for my little miscreant. I found her crouched at the end of a corridor; there weren't many places she could hide. She heard me coming; I made no effort to disguise my approach, I was too pissed off. She got shakily to her feet in the pitch dark, quietly wailing, as I burst into a sprint, the sudden speed surprising her. After a relatively futile struggle, her wrists and ankles were restrained. Leaving her outside the control room, I turned the systems back on, and then dragged her by her hair to the Room, her elegant little ankles jangling against the restraints to keep up.
For our interrogations we employed a whole range of internationally illegal techniques you've no doubt previously heard of; such as water-boarding, sedatives and hypnotics that altered higher cognitive function. We'd developed a particularly effective truth drug which had no taste, smell, no colour, and no immediate side effects. Most importantly, the victim was left with no recollection of having a 'heart to heart' talk, and felt afterwards as if they'd suddenly fell asleep. But most importantly we employed good old fashioned physical torture. That's where the Room came into play.
Bethany was now secured horizontally into a rectangular leather sling that supported her from the top of her buttocks to the back of her head. Four heavy chains reached from the corners of the sling to a hoist in the ceiling. What secured Bethany were institutional leather restraints which tightly secured her wrists vertically above her head onto the chains, and the same for her ankles, openly exposing her pussy. After I'd raised her to waist level, I forced a large ring gag harness into her mouth, strapping it as tightly as I could, and watched her, struggling against her bonds, clanking the chains, with the gag no doubt causing her jaw to ache unbearably. I'd soon be taking her mind off that. Her panic stricken eyes pleaded with mine, as indistinguishable cries and wails emitted from her mouth which was forced wide open. I stood looking down at her, unable to suppress an evil smirk.
“So Bethany” I announced, pleasantly enough, “Where were we before you had your little rebellion?” Of course, it was an annoyingly patronising and rhetorical question. “Hadn't I ordered you to bring yourself off, to enable us to continue the interrogation?” I peered down into her stricken face, as she struggled futilely against the leather and chain. Reaching over between her legs, my fingers sliding into slit, “Well, we do have some important questions needing answered; so allow me to assist”. I gently started to play with her pussy and clit, watching and waiting for the inevitable reaction. It seemed she was trying to say no; it just doesn't quite come out if you've a large ring gag forced into your mouth. I then brought a Hitachi wand into play, teasing and pushing it against her, her pussy becoming slick and engorged as she struggled against the restraints, trying to push herself back onto the wand when I took it away. I had to be careful here, despite it taking a while to get to this phase, I only wanted to take her to the edge of an orgasm.
Screaming in frustration through her gag as I turned the device off, I then said as coldly as I could, “I think we're forgetting something...” Staring into the confused, bottomless depths of her troubled eyes, I continued, “I haven't punished you yet; striking a superior, resisting interrogation...dear oh dear. How forgetful of me” I sneered. Her dainty and slender arms and legs jingled against the chains. I produced a narrow leather paddle. Probably as narrow as a ruler you used in school, slightly longer, slightly less flexible. Hardly an instrument of true torture you might think, but I doubt Bethany would have agreed with you as I set about her arse as hard as I could. Her anguished screams and wails only brought the paddle down harder if that was possible. Quicker. When her arse was covered in further welts, glowing crimson, when her cries were dying down, I deliberately brought the paddle down hard onto her clit and pussy, with a deep and satisfying slap.
The reaction was immediate, her head whipping back, as she screamed loud enough to wake the dead, her arms and legs struggling desperately against the chains. I slapped the paddle down onto her pussy again, the reaction just as furious and agonising. After several more slaps, I moved around to look at Bethany, fresh tears pouring from her tortured eyes. “I think you're making too much noise Beth, allow me to assist” I murmured, releasing my cock and feeding it deep into her mouth until she retched. She looked horrified. Easing back a little, my cock still in her mouth, I gave her pussy another slap with the paddle. Gripping her breast, I kept my cock in her mouth as she erupted into fresh agony. This continued until I was coming too close to orgasm myself.
Moaning from the depth of her soul, I removed her gag, her mouth then working desperately to relieve the ache. It took a while until she was capable of coherent speech. “Please”, she gasped, “No more, please, no more. Please let me tell everything I know. Everything you need to know.” I smiled to myself. I could have had her confessing everything back in the library. “I don't know if I can believe you'll do that” I replied, “Haven't you already proven yourself to be devious and untrustworthy?” She almost wailed in frustration. “This isn't what I wanted! Please hear me out...!” she howled, breaking into sobs.
“Perhaps Bethany” I said, picking the wand back up, “But don't tell me you didn't want this?” as I turned it back on, looking suggestively at her. The poor girl didn't know how to react. Pressing it lightly onto her pussy, I grinned at her, pulling sweaty hair away from her face. She stared back, then moaning and closing her eyes as I pushed it harder onto her sex. More gently now, I pushed my still erect cock to her lips, working the wand on her pussy and clit. Pushing her with my free hand, I rocked her back and forth in the sling, her mouth working up and down my shaft, the wand doing its magic until she was groaning herself into an orgasm, and I was thrusting and shooting my load down her throat...
She sat back into the deep sofa opposite me, showered and in a dressing gown, a mug of sweet tea in her hand. Running a hand through her damp hair, she gathered her thoughts, and said, “It probably all began with Roland, when he'd insisted I accompany him in the surveillance van; on that op against the Chinese delegation last month.” I remembered it well. It was a critical op where Roland had fucked up, breaking his cover, and alerting the Chinese to something being amiss. “I'd known he was attracted to me” she said “but not to the point he thought it suitable to make a pass at me in the van. He'd grabbed my breast and I'd punched him in the face, splitting his lip.” She grinned shyly and somewhat mischievously. I remembered Roland during the debrief explaining he'd split it on the steering wheel extracting themselves from the ensuing melee once the Chinese realised their secretive meeting was compromised.
“Why didn't you tell me this” I asked, already suspecting the answer. She shrugged, replying “He threatened me to secrecy; he's a powerful man. He hinted I might not want my parents to disappear...” Continuing, she said, “Nothing really happened after that. My knowledge of the Companies interrogation techniques had been told to me earlier by Roland. I knew he was talking of things he shouldn't, but I was...I was fascinated. In a sense I encouraged him.” She looked to me, her eyes pleading for me to understand. “The online BDSM stuff was just some innocent fun. Yes, I was hugely naive, but didn't think of the harm I might be doing.” I pondered her for a moment. Producing the transcript of her correspondence to the suspected News of the Earth hack, I asked her to read through it and explain. “She...she's just an online friend!” she announced, the possibility of her friend being something different suddenly dawning on her. I'd pretty much known from the start Bethany wasn't working for an outside agency. It was all pretty much making sense now.
We went back up to my office where I called the Director on the secure line. Once he'd secured his end, I told him everything (less the sexual torture of Beth), where my suspicions lay, and the access I'd require onto our database to confirm them. Every single piece of intelligence was fed into a huge database. Only the Director and Roland could access more than me. It confirmed Roland was deliberately targeting Bethany; he wanted rid of her. But the information I retrieved couldn't quite confirm my suspicion Roland had recruited the News of the Earth hack to investigate Bethany, and use her to bring the organisation down, with a likely astronomical fee and disappearance act from himself, as News of the Earth got their story of the decade. Full authorisation from the Director was soon received for what I planned next. I phoned my second in command, an openly gay sadist known as Dave, to lift Roland and bring him in for interrogation. He'd replied with a delighted and evil laugh.
As I'd been making the calls to bring in our dedicated Operation staff, I'd told Beth to sort herself out. Despite the late hour, we were going out on an Op. After much preparation that an Op required, I took Bethany back down to the control room of the interrogation dept. Dave sat up, removing the headset from his head, and himself from the monitor. “The serum didn't take long” he told me, passing some notes into my hand. Amongst other int, the notes included a name and address of the News of the Earth journalist. “I think you're right in your suspicion, although I need to be sure” he winked, moving away from the monitor to reveal Roland in one of the cells, dangling upside down from his chained ankles, his upper body encased in an institutional straitjacket, with electrodes placed deep into his ass, and what looked down his urethra. Despite wearing a leather muzzle, I could see the flesh around his eyes swollen and bruised. “He makes such a good punch-bag” Dave explained, shadow boxing a couple of punches. I had to agree. Roland did have a face you could punch all day. “If we're able to extract any more useful int, I'll radio it to you”. I grinned, thanking Dave for his work.
We left the control room, Bethany asking where exactly we were off to. I turned to look at her, “To lift that fucking bitch News of the Earth hack, where else!?” Her dark eyes glittered in unsuppressed glee as she grinned evilly back at me.
| 9 Feb 12, 5:58 PM TheMarkOfCane UK(DE), 6 yrs  |
Brilliant! |
