The Interrogator and the Spy

The Interrogator rubbed the Spy's bare ass, caressing her athletic curves. He smacked it, watching her pale skin turn red. She seethed, bent over his lap, not struggling or whining. He began to finger her roughly, interspersing the fingering with more slow rubbing and sharp smacks.

This went on, and eventually the Interrogator reminded the Spy that he would free her if she chose to be helpful. She refused to be, so he set a large vibrator against her clitoris and clicked it on. It whirred like an electric toothbrush, only louder. She writhed subtly under his hand. She began to lose her composure as heat invaded her face and flesh. He held it steady, easing it on and off, applying waves of pressure to her cunt, observing calmly as she inched towards the brink of orgasm.

But the Spy didn't reach orgasm. The Interrogator almost gave it to her, but he withdrew his hand in time for her to scream with rage and struggle in her chains.

She lay on him, panting. He began to rub her ass again. "We'll start the routine over. It will repeat until you choose to be helpful."

She smirked at the stone floor of the room. "Don't underestimate me. I can orgasm without your permission."

He started to finger her clit. "You sound ridiculous," he said, half-chuckling. "You threaten me with humiliation for you and satisfaction for me!"

She realized what he meant--what she'd said. And he brought back the vibrator. It was more intense this time, and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning.

"Getting closer, I see." He sounded distantly curious.

"Go to hell!" She spat through ragged breath. She was almost there. But then he took his hand away again and laughed like a crow as she squirmed, any shreds of composure now gone for good.

"Be reasonable," he intoned, "we're very good at this. You will suffer an ocean of misery, and it will not end. Just give us information. Be a good girl. Save yourself."

She choked back tears and grit her teeth. She swallowed. "Fine."

The Interrogator undid the Spy's chains and helped her to her feet. "Go on then."

She took deep breaths, savoring the air. "We have a refueling station outside Bartok City."

The Interrogator thought for a moment. "Very well. This earns you something."

She stepped back, shaken. "Something?! My freedom!"

"No, no, freedom is the grand prize. But there are lesser prizes on the ladder to freedom. Like this." He pressed a hidden button on the chair and a wall panel slid open, revealing a room containing a comfortable-looking bed, a sturdy dining table, and a large shower. "Sleep. Bathe. We will meet again tomorrow."

She closed her eyes, breathed in deeply, and said, "you owe me an orgasm."

He stopped in his tracks. He paused. And then he burst out laughing, gasping and struggling for air, a huge smile on his cruel face. "Oh my God! You're so funny! I don't owe you anything, but I'll consider you debasing yourself for a single climax from your captor to be payment enough!"

He moved surprisingly quickly, grabbing her by the neck and shoving her, stumbling, in front of him, leading her into the adjoining room. He pushed her face down onto the table, pinning her arms behind her back. She heard a click, then a whirring--the vibrator.

She yelped as it plunged into her pussy. This time she wasn't playing it cool, and the Interrogator was excited. She was at his mercy and she knew it. He fucked her aggressively with the toy, using it all over her cunt, her ass and taint, her thighs, and her lower back. He added his other hand into the mix, blending sharp smacks with little pinches and intense, irregular vibrations.

She was overcome with sensation. Before, she had fought to save face, now, she fought to survive. Maybe she was close, maybe not. The roar of pleasure in her mind was so loud that close and far lost all meaning. She was on fire, each neuron a point of acute pain and total sexual abandon.

And then it stopped. "Thank you," she said, moving to stand up. His hand pressed her back down. "How did you say it, shitface? I think you said, 'you owe me an orgasm.'" Her pulse quickened, her fuck-drunk senses struggling to come to high alert as she felt his cock plunge into her from behind. It was thick and long, and she screamed from the sensory overload as it skewered her. He began to thrust into her with no regard for her comfort, nearly bouncing off her ass with his energetic fucking. She felt the dick rubbing against her walls, the lubrication he'd created making the pleasure even more unbearable than the pain. When he finally finished, she felt his load punch into her and she started crying quietly from exhaustion, and from all she'd been through.

He finished draining himself and smacked her ass again. He grinned. "See you tomorrow, slut."

As she stepped, defeated, into the shower, he cleared his throat. "One more thing you should know. There are cameras everywhere." He cackled to himself as he closed the wall panel, leaving her until the following day.