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I Will Make You Talk

I Will Make You Talk

by art47
7 min read
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adultfiction

"Some people promise to hold secrets until they are buried.

They claim they can be trusted, that it's safe with them.

But I will make you talk, whether you sing or scream, I will get what I want from you."

France, 1942

With the German occupation of France spawned a woman by the name of Brielle, a selfish and undignified lady who voluntarily became romantically involved with a German officer.

It was the mission of June to isolate the betrayer and extract any information from her regarding her very important new lover. June is tough and cool, capable of succeeding through any means necessary. For this mission she, she is going to break down Brielle to a crying mess.

Brielle laid disturbed, her time of rest and sleep had been disturbed by a knocking at the door. Her eyes wanted to stay closed by the repeated tapping prevented any rest. She combed her hands through her ginger hair and down her face, ejected a sigh and hoped once more than she may continue her rest. But as expected, continued knocking.

Brielle grew frustrated and gave in, she unlatched the chain and pulled the door open. The opening revealed the woman who disturbed her peace.

June stood much taller than the dainty, French woman. Her long and slender shape was wrapped in a lengthy, elegant wool coat with a collar hiding her neck. Dark shaded glasses covered her eyes and gave an intimidating appearance.

It become a futile task for words to leave Brielle's lips. Curiosity but mostly fear had disabled her functions. Standing small and watching were her only capabilities in this moment.

The intensely silent woman took a step forward and into the carpeted corridor. Brielle managed a step back in response.

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Another step forward.

Another step back.

Brielle saw no friendly details in the towering figure - no smile, only a scar connecting her temple to upper lips.

Finally words found a way out "Who are you?"

No verbal response.

June took physical control over the meekly girl by reaching out and sheathing her throat. Her long and slender fingers almost wrapped all the way around. Brielle found her back up against the wall and her chin being raised as her neck was forced to tilt back, the only way to achieve eye to eye contact.

"Will you feel safe, if I told you why I was here?"

"Yes please"

June beheld the petrified beauty within her grasp. She smirked and whispered "I'll have my fun and you can feel safe when I'm finished."

Her grip tightened and lips stretched into a grin.

Brielle whimpered when she was forced to kiss her bully. Any attempt to keep her lips sealed seemed hopeless. The aggressor applied a coat of saliva onto her victim's trembling lips. The tip of June's tongue slowly covered her lips and upon completing the trail they locked into a sweet kiss.

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The scared Brielle was finally able to breathe again as her hand around her throat relaxed and released. With their eyes continuing to be sealed in a beam of tension, June stepped back and slowly pealed her coat open. Her tits were perfect. Plump and round with juicy red nipples at the summit. Brielle was hypnotised by the beautiful bust. Her doe eyes slowly moved from June's chest back to her hidden eyes. June grabbed onto Brielle's hair, roughly. Soft red hair intertwined around her fingers. June's pulled towards her breasts. The petite woman was being forced to worship her. She was scared and frightened and could not conjure up any courage to put up meaningful resistance. She was too weak and small to pull away.

"Kiss them"

Breast. Brielle. Breast.

The angelic woman hesitantly puckered her lips and made contact with the breasts and nipples that smothered her.

Hidden behind her strong exterior, June felt thrilled. The dominance in combination with her nipples being inside Brielle's mouth sent tingles and signals through her mind and body. Her pussy became just as wet as the tears that rolled down Brielle's cheeks.

Brielle was dragged and thrown onto the table, bent over with her backside facing out. June pressed her hips against Brielle's shapely ass. She used one strong arm to pin the girl to the table and the other to unclad her bottom half. Dropping her silk pants to her shaking ankles.

June's middle finger circled the top of the tiny, pink vagina. It was incredibly soft and the contact was gentle. Her finger moved slowly up the flesh towards the narrow opening. Brielle was crying and frozen but before she could scream or offer any resistance her mouth was covered by June's hand. June's nails dug into her spongey cheeks and her palm blocked any noise from coming out of her mouth. Her screams were muffled and had no affect. Tears wetted her hair as they pooled onto the surface below her face. Her eyes widened sharply as June's uninvited fingers penetrated the lips of her pussy. Pink walls of flesh squeezed June's fingers up the knuckles. June toyed and rubbed the inside of the pussy she had her fingers embedded in. Brielle attempted to expel a scream but once more, no affect.

Brielle did not want this but when sensitive nerves get satisfied, human nature choses its on path. The sense of impending cum spawned inside her pussy. June immediately felt a change in the small woman's small body, causing her to break a smile. Her fingers bent at the knuckles and then extended again. Bend and extend, bend and extend. Faster and deeper as the orgasm approached. Her fingertips pressed against the luscious flesh of the breaking woman. Tears and a scream ejected from poor Brielle as her pussy exploded with insane pleasure. It was confusing and intense but an orgasm this powerful is never detested.

June released her fingers and inspected the slimy cum casing and woven between her fingers. She was proud of the results, they sent signals around her brain, making her very very aroused.

The shaking young woman was thrown to the floor where she curled up. June stood over her, further portraying her dominance. Her long, sexy legs stood either side of Brielle who looked up and saw the coat drop from the lengthy woman and to the floor. June stood naked and proud. Her body was magnificent - slender and skinny. Below the tuft of curly pubic hair was a moist quim. The supremacy over Brielle caused her clitoris to swell and pussy to moisten. After dropping to her knees, her pussy was pressed against Brielle's lips. The lady emitted heat from her damp vagina and onto the victim's face.

Layers of meat and skin rubbed and wetted Brielle's face. Her tastebuds were overloaded with the flavour of pussy and shame. June rode Brielle's face, rubbing herself to satisfy her body's wish. She loved bossing the girl, scaring and dominating her, making her orgasm and making her cry. An orgasm of her own was approaching and when it arrives, it will bury down Brielle's throat. June closed her eyes and her head tilted back, she bit down onto her slips and tensed her naked body. Her speed increased and she came hard, thick juices rushed down Brielle's tongue and throat. A moment of blackout came as a result of the extreme climax.

At this moment, June was sexually fulfilled and Brielle was broken. She cried on the floor in shame and fear. June grabbed a fistful of hair and brought her mouth to Brielle's ear "Now my little kitten, tell me everything about that bastard who promised to protect you."

**Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed it!

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