The InterrogationDamien….Master interrogator Damien Tasker strode down the long greycorridor. Its f
The InterrogationDamien….Master interrogator Damien Tasker strode down the long greycorridor. Its foreboding length lined by polished unmarked solid steel doorsand lit by uncovered hanging 100 watt bulbs. He came to the last one andprepared to knock on it.He paused for a second though and grinned. A blood curdlingfemale scream could faintly be heard thru the metal and it made his cock stir.He hadn’t had any ‘fun’ with a prisoner since yesterday morning. A cute collegeaged blonde who was now probably permanently hidden away behind one of thedoors he had just passed.She had been a fresh new arrest, who the government thoughtmay know something about a new voting rights party on the local college campus.Turns out after plenty of good physical torture and abuse, she knew shit. Butshe had been overly eager to please Damien in the hopes her unexpected hellishlittle predicament might come to an end.So more than three times during his initial four hourinterrogation with her, he got her to willingly wrap her blubbering mouth aroundhis cock and blow him like her life depended on it, which unbeknownst to her,it literally did.The little bit of information she did give up, a couple ofnames and meeting dates, Damien told his government managers was enough to keepher from being snuffed, he wasn’t a total monster after all. And since the girl had been such a good face fuck, hethought, why not lock her away down here for further interrogation and use,when his cock or even his government collegues needed some attention. And then of course in the distant future, sellher off to some collector for a nice little side profit.They all agreed, and one of them Damien had already greetedthis morning. The lone government bureaucrat making his way down to one ofthese secret cells in this ‘off the grid’ prison. Presumably so he could tryout that new inmate’s begging and pretty, slobbering mouth.Now Damien’s cock was stirring again, from those delightfulmemories and the screams coming from the other side of the huge steel door infront of him. A huge grin formed on his face. e It sounded like his day might just be turning out to beeven better than yesterday. The next scream and series of loud begging sobs coming thruthe door, were utterly mournful and panicked at the same time. He could evenmake out a woman yelling for mercy. A female voice screaming and begging thatthey had the wrong person, that a mistake must had been made.“Hmmm she’s one of those huh. This should be fun.” Hemurmured to himself.He loved the ones who said they were innocent, that they hadthe wrong person. He particularly enjoyed breaking these defiant, unacceptingand sometimes strong willed women by using the most deviant of sexual andmental tortures. Twisted demonic measures he and his team used, that alwaysbroke the belligerent bitch’s will. Innocent or not, he didn’t care, as thatwas his job and his sadistic team’s. A team that from the sound of it, had agood head start on breaking this seriously protesting woman.The screams and shouts for mercy had died down and all wasquiet on his side of the door. A fact which made Damien smirk. ‘Pathetic hopeless cunt is probably eagerly sucking off oneof my team.’ He thought to himself.And giving his men some time before he made an appearance, Damienflipped open the file on his clipboard and looked at the photo of awell-endowed brunette. Not skinny but curvy in all the right ways. Apparently,a labour organizer who had been trying to start up a union.The government directive at the top of the file’s first pagesaid in bold type, “Subject; Anne Robinson, age 29, to be divested of allknowledge using any measures deemed necessary. Extreme physical distressmeasures approved.”Damien smiled and now realized his cock was at fullattention in his plain brown work trousers. This was the type of assignment hissadistic personality revelled in and he hoped she would keep up her protestingcharade of telling them they had the wrong person just so he could use some ofhis ‘extreme measures’.Bethany…Bethany looked ceiling ward at the tight leather restraintslocked around her wrists, her arms painfully stretched upward and her kneesaching like hell from being forced to balance on them for so long. It had beenhours and hours since they had pulled the black bag like hood off her head andbegan this long agonizing torment of her body. Each hour leading to some more sick and degrading form ofpain that had her screaming and begging for mercy every rare time they gave hera few minutes without some throat choking big gag rammed in her mouth. She didn’t want to be here. She shouldn’t be here, a placelike this shouldn’t exist. It all had to be a horrible mistake. A bad dreameven. She thought about how she had gotten here and prayed to god it wouldn’tget any worse.Snatched from behind her workplace by at least three largemen, she was gagged and hooded so fast, her mind had really no time to processwhat was happening. That was until she felt her limbs being bound tight and herskirt and top cut away from her body.Then after what seemed like forever being forced to lie inthe back of some large truck, semi naked, crying and trying to scream thru thegag in her mouth, she was dragged out of the vehicle and then into somebuilding and down many stairs. Finally, she felt herself being hoisted up tall onto herbare feet, her wrist restraints reconfigured so she dangled painfully from someoverhead rope or chain system. Her toes barely touching the floor as the whirrof the winch system suspended her bound body higher and higher. Then they pulled off her hood and she blinked back panickedtears as the shapes of three large brutish looking men came into focus. Sheglanced down at her stretched out body, her matching pink bra and panty set,being the only clothing keeping her covered and not totally humiliated.“I bet that’s a nice piece of cunt and ass lurking underthose pretty underwear. Should we take a closer look before we start questioningthe sexy hot slut, huh boys?” gruffly stated one of the men. Bethany flailed her head around, howling around the thickrubber thing they had strapped tight into her mouth. Then one man walked upbehind her and took hold of her flailing legs and a second put his meaty handsaround the waist band of her panties. It took him only one firm tug and a painful burning yank upthru her sandwiched together thick thighs. Her pussy burned as what was left ofthe panty fabric shredded up and out between her thighs. Then her entire lowertorso was bare and exposed. And she hung there by her wrists sobbing as the menogled her. Her pitiful screaming starting again as the leader of thegroup moved in and grasped the top of the cups of her bra. “Let’s see what nicebig torturable tits we have hiding under here. I think these boobs are destinedto be bound up and fucked with. But first let’s get you seriously gagged. Youshould be choking on a big fat long fake cock while we torture your sexy ass.”The next series of relentlessly humiliating and excruciatinglypainful hours went by on repeat. One of her tormentors would briefly stopabusing her in whatever contorted position they had her secured and sufferingin. Putting aside what ever brutal instruments he was currently usingon her restrained body, he would unlock the sufferingly tight strap of the brutalnew deep throat penetrating gag. Then to her great relief, he would pull thehuge choking gag out of her tired sore mouth and the same horrible cycle ofquestioning and begging would begin.It had to be the fourth or fifth time one of them hadremoved the huge steel and rubber gag, almost clogging her throat, and theyonce again asked as they literally spit into her terrified and confused face, “Tell us Anne, you dumb snivelling whore…Tell us who isthe leader of this illegal union organizing?” “I don’t know.. please , please believe me.. I am notAnne…My name is Bethany…I am innocent I don’t know.AAAHHHH GAWWWDD!”Her true statement being cut off by her long and loudtortured wail as one of the interrogator’s inflicted some twisted form of punishmenton her body.This time the man had leaned down and dug his fingers in underthe snug crotch rope they had degradingly roped her naked body up in. The coarsesnug strands of rope dug into her soft pussy flesh and cut up into her sex.Worse yet, a large metal cone had been forced up into her backside. The crotch ropemaking sure it would stay up in her ass, as long as they sadistically liked.He had yanked upwards with all his might while grabbing herright nipple. He crushed the bruised and throbbing nub between his large fingers,twisting it like an old fashioned radio dial, before shouting over hisshoulder.“Bitch is still saying she’s some dumb slut named Bethany.Get me the fishhooks and some weights. Let’s hook her fat bound tits. Get thempretty nipples stretching and screaming in pain for the next few hours and thenwe’ll see if she still thinks her name is Bethany.”“NO GAWD NO..I am Bethany …I am not AnnUGGHCCKCKK” was allshe got out.Bethany’s begging wail was quickly choked off as one of the mengrabbed her head and forced back in the long phallic like gag. Gripping down onher hair to force her head back and her mouth open in a scream as the other manin charge unceremoniously ripped a fishhook thru her left nipple.“Anne, or whoever you think you are…your poor nipples aregonna be so fucking sore when were are done, you’re gonna wish you never hadtits!”Bethany flung her head around, choking and trying to breathearound the massive gag in her mouth and throat. Her left tit feeling like itwas on fire, until she felt him grasp her bound right tit. Her guttural wails,as he this time slowly pierced her right nipple with the sharp pointed fishhook, filled the room and her vision started to go black.Presently …Damien….Damien opened up the door to Interrogation Cell #3 andnodded at one of his team. The man was zipping up his trousers and from the lookon their pretty prisoner’s face and the white splotches all over her chest andtorso, he had had been busy ramming his cock into her mouth.The woman looked utterly spent and in excruciating discomfort.Long strands of her saliva mixed with cum hung from her quivering chin. Herarms were fully extended skyward and best of all, her tormented and rounded breasts,choked with rope, were also hooked thru their delicate nipples.He walked slowly past his smiling quiet team, running afinger along the taut wire line that connected her left tit to a solid woodenpost. He came to the pile of weights, that had been slowly building in size, hangingoff the line. He pushed his finger down on the line and watched delighted asher stabbed nipple distended even more. He pushed down even further on the lineand she sobbed and wailed like a distraught child. He asked, “Hi Anne…You readyto talk? You ready to tell us what you know?”To his surprise she shook her head. ”I don’’t know anything…Thisis all a mistake.” She panted out in agony. Her distress apparent and as far ashe could tell she was almost utterly broken. But her defiance and pleading of innocenceconfused him.“My name is Bethany. I am not Anne. I don’t’ know anyAnne..Just please, please stop this.. I beg you. I will do anything you want. Iwill suck your cock, I’ll fuck your dick as much as you want…Just please,please stop torturing me.”Damien rubbed his chin and then pondered his next step.Deciding not to waste her offering plea, he unzipped his trousers and freed hisbobbing erection. The accepting look in her eyes as she wrapped her wet swollenlips around his cock got him thinking.‘Hmmm if she isn’t Anne, well by god we lucked out onnabbing such a compliant good cock sucker. Let’s see how good she is at swallowingmy…’ And then his thoughts went straight to nothing but serious domineering pleasureas her mouth went to work eagerly bobbing back and forth on his cock.His hands came to both sides of her head and he gripped herwet tear and semen smeared face. His cock now buried deep in her slobbering mouth.Her tongue swirling around the underside of his shaft as she let it slide indeeper and deeper, till he was fucking her throat and listening to her pained wet,UGH..UCCK..UCCK sounds filling the cell.erMinutes later Damien stood over by the post, his thumb on theoverhead winch control. His cock was still hanging out of his trousers, thoughlimp now and dripping with his prisoner’s saliva. His prisoner’s head was slungback, her hair hanging down almost to her rope split ass. His semen leaking outof the corners of her abused mouth as her battered body shook in the ropes.“Pleassse…I am not Anne.” She said again. A statement that was pissing Damien off.“Please? Yes…Fucking Yes Please!” He shouted at her, “Tellme what the fuck you know? Admit you are Anne Robinson and give us someinformation, and this can all come to an end.”There was no real reply and the woman just wobbled there onher knees and blubbered away about being someone named Bethany.Damien had one last mind fuck of a torture left, and if shedidn’t break totally with this one, then he had to admit, maybe the voluptuous hotslut was telling the truth. He nodded at one of his men, pointing to a steeltrap door in the floor of the cell, dead in front of the now shivering and whimperingprisoner.As the man unlocked and swung open the door in the floor, adark forbidding cement walled pit came into her view. It was deep and utterlyfrightening. Damien could see the fear in her eyes and the panic building inher captive body as she began to comprehend his next move.He nodded and then smiled his most evil interrogator smile. “Yes,I am going to hoist you down into that pit and leave you there for a long while.It’s dark, damp and filthy, and best of all …you won’t be alone…Anne.”He said this with a deep mocking tone, causing his team behindhim to chuckle out loud. Damien then reached down and picked up a wriggling liveand very big black cockroach. He dangled it in front of the woman’s shocked andhorrified eyes.“Aim those pretty blood shot teary eyes of yours to your leftsweetie.” He murmured, pivoting her suspended body around. Her aching bent up legspulling on harshly on her cunt splitting crotch rope and her chafed wrists andbound hands beginning to grow numb as she hung there.Her confused eyes looked at the barrel and then recognitionhit. Her screams and begging as boisterous as the thrashing about her boundbody was doing. “Gag the screaming bitch and then let’s lower her in. A fewthousand cock roaches crawling all over her body and biting her god knows where,should finally make her speak the truth.”The team did just that, rapidly and brutally gagging the futilelyprotesting young woman. Her gaged choked screams at an all new horrific decibellevel, as they lowered her into the pit. When she was balancing on her knees on the dark bottom of thenarrow deep pit, her bulging panicked eyes staring back up at the men, Damienbent down and opened the valve in the pipe to the full barrel of livechittering insects. “Here they come Anne…or Bethany. Enjoy your time in the pit witha few thousand wriggling, crawling andbiting friends.”A black seething flow of live cock roaches streamed into thepit. In no time filling up to Bethany’s heaving and still fish hooked chest.Her hysterical howling screams were definitely the best ones Damien had heardyet in his career. A fact that made him proud, and his cock began to hardenback up. He gave her overhead wrist ropes a bit of slack and then he slammed backclosed the trap door over the pit. “We’ll leave the belligerent cunt in therefor a few hours. That should break her completely.”His men all nodded and he motioned his team out. He stoppedliterally on top of the steel trap door to check his buzzing phone. It was atext about a new arrival that needed his immediate attention in interrogationcell #2.He looked at the screen and then frowned as the details ofthis latest capture, fresh off the streets, scrolled up on his phone.The picture was live and of a woman strung up by her wristsin cell#2. It showed her with long dark hair, a curvy figure and a face eerily similarto the one still screaming below his feet. Then a hand appeared in the livestream and a driver’s license appeared in and then out of focus for an instant.And Damien was sure it had said.. Anne Robinson. “Oh well”he muttered, stomping his feet on the steel plate under his boots. “Back in afew hours, whoever the hell you really are. I have the real Anne Robinson to gofuck up now.” Of course his muttering words never made it thru the steeltrap door or down to Bethany’s bug covered body. The thousands of hungrycockroaches just beginning to sample little bits of Bethany’s trapped body inevery sordid place you could imagine.Bethany….Almost three hours later Bethany gasped and coughed as the long dick like gagretracted from her sore saliva filled mouth. Her interrogator’s smirking faceloomed over hers as she swayed there in her ropes. Her arms feeling like at anysecond they would be ripped out of her shoulder sockets.She felt a rustling in her hair she let out a mournfulshrieking groan as another large black cockroach tumbled out of her hair anddown over her red pitted bound left tit. She began to sob as she looked down atthe hundreds and hundreds of cock roach bites she had all over her naked boundbody.The interrogator leaned in his face close to hers andgrabbed her hair, shaking her tired head around, he asked her, “So who are you,what is your name?”And with a deep sob, Bethany gave in, telling him what shethought he wanted to hear, if it meant getting out of this hell. “My name isAnne…My name is Anne..so please, pleasssse let me go …I will tell you anything.I will do anything..pleassse don’t put me back in there…pleassse I am beggingyou!”There was a smile now on his face and mirth in his eyes. Shesobbed out one more blubbering “Pleassse” as she watched him push back her hairto get a full look at her tear streaked, distraught and utterly broken face.“How nice, we’ve broken you completely, for nothing. Youaren’t worth shit to us, information wise…Bethany. And yes, we know your realname now. Funny thing huh, that you were telling the truth all this time, as wetortured the fuck out you. Well it’s my job and I am good at it.”Bethany’s sanity was hanging on by a thread now as his handsmoved down her body and over the pussy splitting crotch rope. He tapped at someof the cock roach bites that had made her pussy lips swell up even more. Thenhe continued speaking.“Yep Bethany, there was a bit of a fuck up with our stealthsnatch and grab team. Seems you did look a lot like the target named Anne. Acurvy saucy bitch that my team was supposed to grab at that same location. Justa case of mistaken identity. You can imagine my team is quite embarrassed bytheir error.”She watched him reach out and cup her now quivering chin.The news that they believed she wasn’t this Anne person, only mildly making herfeel better, as she could see something terrible and foreboding in his grin andeyes.“But innocent or not, a screw up has happened, and you can’tbe released, can you? You know that, don’t you Bethany?” he asked her softly.Her anguished, shocked, and defeated face nodded almostimperceptibly. The horror of what he said next, sinking in and making her beginto sob deep and irregular. Horrific panic gripping her trapped body as sherealized what this all meant for her.“So we’ll keep you here..in chains and in rope, depending onthe mood of the warden. You should count yourself lucky, as I could have youdisposed of. But there’s a lot of guards and government officials who will wantto come down here and play with you..To make use of this nice curvy body ofyours.”Adding with a deep laugh, “Well once the roach bites heal…Soaccept it, Bethany..Or should I lower you back down into the pit again, neverto come back up, as you spend your last few hours with an additional fewhundred hungry ….rats?”End of part 1… -- source link