The Interrogation

Thomas continued his trek back to the cabin, his feet freezing under the crunch of ice and snow. Temperatures were well below freezing, and it was dangerously cold to be out in especially on foot. The supplies he toted were far too important to him, thus here he was cursing under his breathe as his extremities became stiff and numb.

In the distance, about a click away, Thomas could see the dim lights and even smoke from the chimney in the moonlight. His pace sped up as he could almost feel the warmth of the fire.

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Katrina was quite warm, but she was far from comfortable. For the longest time she stood bent over. Her wrists bound behind her with rope and secured to a ceiling beam some four meters above her. This meant her upper torso was essentially horizontal to the floor below.She was stark naked with a Hitachi vibrator duct taped to her thigh, the bulbous end pressed harshly against her clit and was buzzing wildly. Her ankles were attached to an obscenely wide spreader bar keeping her open and off-balance. Clover clamps bit at her nipples with the chain weighted down by 8 mm nuts.

She screamed often at the pain and the unrelenting orgasms, but the 52 mm harness gag she wore kept her relatively quiet.

The heat from the fireplace in front of her kept a constant sheen of sweat on her body as she swayed side to side. According to the mantel clock, she had been bound like this for the last three hours. Any longer and she would certainly slip into madness.

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Thomas could see inside now, his captive exactly as he left her. Perhaps she was ready to cooperate. Secretly he hoped she would not. He pulled off his gloves and fished around under his parka for the keys. As he finally pushed the door opened he felt the heat of the fire immediately. He dropped the large tote bag and stripped off all the winter garb.

Surely no man had been this cold before and survived? For the first time since he first left he felt certain that he would. Thomas grabbed the bag and went into the living room. He smiled broadly as Katrina was in the throes of another mind bending climax. "Well hello Katrina, miss me?" She groaned defeated. Thomas then slipped two frigid fingers inside her which made her thrash with a renewed vigor.

"So tell me, did I miss anything while I was gone?" He laughed at the absurdity, withdrew his fingers and slapped her presented ass cheeks until they both bore his handprint. He leaned in close and whispered how all this could end if she would simply give up what she knew. She shook her head no which caused a new gob of her saliva to fall to the floor. "So stubborn Katrina, and for what? We both know how this ends, you tell me what you know and I, well I don't exactly let you go, but I do at least make your misery a little more palatable."

Her face grimaced under the straps and large ball that pulled her full lips apart. She grunted and pulled at the ropes which only made the chain connected to her tits bounce up and down. Thomas laughed again at her predicament and and pulled down his thick winter trousers. His cock popped out hard and ready. Thomas stepped onto the carefully measured platform and presented his cock to her dripping wet pussy. The height and angle was perfect. He sliced off the tape holding the vibrator and tossed it aside.

She could feel him teasing her exhausted folds before he wrapped his arms around her waist and slammed into her, his cock disappearing completely. She screamed and bucked like a wild horse with every pistoning thrust. His loose ball sack slapped loudly. Thomas loved the muffled sounds of her plight, along with her strict bondage position. She truly was a beautiful woman and it WAS a shame that she felt the need to suffer rather than acquiesce. That was neither here nor there of course.

Thomas kept his firm grip around her waist, his body temperature increasing with every passing minute. He reached forward with his head and bit into the back of her neck as he exploded deep inside her. Her slippery cunt leaked out their shared juices when he pulled out. Katrina sunk into her ropes thoroughly spent. How much more could she take?

Thomas stepped off the platform and retrieved the bag. He stepped to her side so she could see what was next for her. She mumbled incoherently into the gag, her mind might actually be broken. However, when she saw the contents of the bag, she immediately pleaded for him to ungag her. Thomas smiled at how clearly she could suddenly speak. He slowly undid the several buckles and straps before pulling out the massive ballgag. More frothy drool spilled out. A thin line of spittle gathered at the corner of her mouth and chin. Her face wore deep strap marks that would take hours to subside.

"Now, one last opportunity to tell me what I want to know. Or else." Katrina stretched her jaws and swallowed hard. Her hoarse voice spoke. "You were right Thomas, you did win." She paused and finally confessed.

"The pS5 controller is under the sink." She sank back into her ropes and smiled. "See that wasn't so difficult was it?" They both broke out in laughter as he carefully released her from the ropes. They embraced and kissed deeply. The interrogation was a rousing success for both of them. He didn't even have to make her listen to the complete works of Johnny Cash CDs he found at the general store. Perhaps next time he thought.