Young agent Hal Johnson followed his older partner, Tom Rapp, into the interrogation room at Headquarters. The room was secure and soundproofed and pretty much featureless, except for the surveillance cameras, the observation mirror, and a single table with two chairs. Sitting in one of the chairs was a beautiful Asian girl dressed in a school uniform: white cotton blouse; navy blue blazer; short, pleated plaid skirt; white ankle socks and shiny, black patent-leather loafers.
She looked for all the world like Suki Ozawa, innocent 16-year-old Japanese schoolgirl, but in reality was dangerous Sooh Kee Kim, 22-year-old North Korean spy. She was unpredictable and well-versed in hand-to-hand combat. For this reason, her hands were cuffed tightly behind her back. This would be Johnson's first interrogation of such a formidable subject, so Agent Rapp, far more experienced, would be taking the lead.
"So, Sooh Kee, we are very interested in knowing all about your intelligence-gathering exploits at the Nuclear Physics School for Girls," Rapp said, after making sure the door was securely shut. He motioned for Johnson to take the chair opposite Sooh Kee, who said not a word, just looked at Rapp with a guarded expression. Rapp wandered around behind her chair and rested his hands on her shoulders. She flicked her eyes to the side, then back at Johnson.
Agent Rapp slid his hands from her shoulders down the front of her blouse, squeezing the full breasts that betrayed her true age as older than the sixteen years she appeared to be. Her eyelids fluttered slightly as he pinched her nipples through the fabric.
"We have ways of extracting information from even the shy types," Rapp continued conversationally, as he unfastened the buttons of Sooh Kee's shirt and lifted out her mouthwatering breasts with their stiff, brownish nipples, for Johnson to see. "I think we're going to get along very well, Suki Lee," Rapp said, rolling and tugging the nipples with increasing pressure, "as long as you tell us what we want to know. Otherwise..." he punctuated this with a very hard pinch. Sooh Kee's brow creased at the sudden pain, but she stayed silent.
"Um, if we want her to talk, don't you think we should—" began Johnson.
"Agent Johnson," snapped the older man, cutting him off, "I'll run my interrogations the way I see fit. Watch and learn." Rapp continued to twist and tug on the girl's nipples, which were beginning to redden from the abuse. Her beautiful face twitched occasionally, but she never cried out. Johnson liked the way this interrogation was going, actually, and decided not to offer any more suggestions.
After a few more minutes of torturing Sooh Kee's nipples, Rapp pulled a pair of wicked-looking clamps from his pocket. "Since we're not getting anywhere with you yet, dear, I guess we have to move on to the next phase of your interview." He pulled each of Sooh Kee's swollen nipples into a clamp and tightened it mercilessly. "That will keep you thinking about Phase One," he chuckled. Sooh Kee grimaced a little from the pain, and her breathing quickened, but mostly she just glared at the two men and did not speak.
Rapp lifted the girl out of her chair and sat in it himself, putting her belly-down across his lap. Johnson had seen the swelling of a large erection in the older man's pants. He had to admit, he was growing an impressive boner himself. He watched intently as Rapp hiked up Sooh Kee's plaid skirt, exposing the pale, creamy globes of her perfect young ass, encased in pristine white cotton panties. Rapp grabbed the panties and yanked the fabric up tightly between her butt cheeks until it was firmly wedged in the crack of her ass.
"This is going to hurt you a lot more than it will hurt me, Suki Lee," Rapp chuckled as the girl squirmed on his lap. He then proceeded to whale on her ass with his wide, hard palm. Her silky ponytails swished and flapped in her face and her cruelly clipped tits bounced vigorously as he mercilessly pounded her sweet bottom. Johnson could hear her uttering little grunts of pain as she took a hundred hearty smacks to her pretty backside, but she still offered no information.
When her ass was bright red and Rapp was exhausted, he stopped beating her and demanded in a rasp, "Have anything to say yet, Miss Kim?" She was clearly breathing heavily, and her face was almost as red as her behind, but she kept her counsel. With a disgusted but extremely horny look (which is impossible to describe here), Rapp slid the recalcitrant spy off his lap and turned to Johnson. "Well, kid, you're up now."
Johnson shot Rapp a questioning look. What to do? It wasn't his interrogation. "Sit on the edge of the table, sonny, and get your pants down." As Johnson, more excited than he had ever been in his life, did as he was told, Rapp explained, "I chose you to second-chair this 'interview' for a reason, kid. Word is you've got the biggest dick in the whole department. I can feel this bitch's pussy drippin' right through her skivvies, and I think she needs to get drilled by a big, thick cock."
