CODE WORD . . .

 

 

 

Grabbing the hair on the top of my slumped down head, she pulls my head upright so I can see her bent over and about a foot from my face. She eyes me up . . . then says, in her best Russian Accent, "Tell me the Code Word or this will never end." . . . I hesitate . . . take a deep slow painful breath and say, "5986247".

 

I should be set free now . . . dropped off with a bag over my head in some alley as a car speeds away . . . But revealing the Secret Six Digit code again, does nothing of the sort. It only gets me punished again, as a tired look of disgust appears on her face and she slaps me hard and walks out of the room.

 

Unable to watch her leave, being too tired to even hold my head up . . . but I can hear the familiar click of her heels on the hard floor as she goes. The large metal door closes with the now too familiar pattern of three long slow squeaks before the hard metal door and frame connect causing an loud {CLACK!} followed by an echoing sound.

 

I've lost track of how long the Interrogation has gone on today . . . much less how many days I've been here so far . . . as the pain of my most recent face slap subsides I doze off to sleep from exhaustion . . .

 

As my eyes open back up . . . still groggy . . . I try to lift my hand to rub my eyes to find my arms are once again strapped at sides as I lay on my back again. Trying as so many times before, I attempt to sit up but the strap around my neck holds me down.

 

No idea why I even try any more . . . just not ready to give up. I go to bend my knees with no luck as they are strapped down also with one little difference . . . my strapper is still at the end of my bed tightening up the last strap. Normally when I wake, the person or people binding me to my bed are long gone.

 

As mean as fuck as she is . . . she's also a thing of beauty . . . leaning over me as the last buckle is being tightened on my ankle before she continues to the two straps that go just above my knees. She catches that my eyes are opened and stares me down again through her small glasses with her ever-serious eyes and slightly open lips . . . her bight red hair with the large curl only at the ends as they reach the base of her neck.

 

When she realizes my eyes aren't just half open from exhaustion . . . that my pupils are focusing on her, she says, "You do realize I'm only doing my job, right? . . . That I'm not allowed to stop your Interrogation until you give us the Code Word? As long as you insist on only giving us that number . . . your punishments will only get worse?"

 

Too tired to respond, I just do my best to listen to her while trying to enjoy the view of her fine cleavage on display for me . . . framed nicely by her tight latex top and her forearms pushing her breasts together as her hands rest of the front of her thighs. "You daily flogging will happen in the morning as normal . . . which I have to say, my arms are getting real sore from doing so many times.

 

The list of tortures in line for you includes piercings, branding, hanging, drowning and more. They even mentioned falling back on fire ants if nothing else works . . . I mean you can't really want those and more things to happen? Haven't you had enough yet?"

 

She tightly buckles the straps above my knees and moves to do my waist strap and lightly brushes against my cock that somehow still had enough energy to get semi-hard from her being bent over me for so long. My instincts kick in as I push my hips up slightly due to her touch.

 

After buckling the waist strap, without warning she roughly and very tightly grabs onto my cock, which has now become fully erect and ready! I've been here for weeks and this is the first time she's given me any attention in that area . . . good or bad. I {GASP!} loudly from the pleasure pain combination.

 

"Fuck that Special Rule! Can't touch or torture his cock or balls! That's just Bullshit!" As her squeeze slowly changes from a comforting embrace to an ever tightening painful vice. "After three weeks of everything else . . ." Ok, so OMG! I've been here 21 days now? ". . . they have to allow me to implement my CBT skills to get you to talk!

 

Why else would I have been trained so extensively?!?" As she gets more and more over the top with asking questions out loud and now talking with her hands as she starts to yank on my cock! The little bit of pleasure this all started with has become nothing but ongoing pain as I grunt and groan with every word.

 

Finally she stops as I try to catch my breath . . . letting go of my now rock hard, frustrated and in pain cock . . . she {SMACKS} it hard with her open hand!