She was completely naked. Her breasts were flat against the bed covers and her bare bottom was raised to prominence. As a result the crease between her buttocks was forced to open exposing the vulnerable dark puckered hole for penetration.
It also provided a tantalising glimpse of her ripe vulva. She wore a blindfold over her eyes and quietly she whimpered. The bed was the only object in the small room. A solitary tall man in an immaculate dark grey designer suit stood in the shadows of the dimly lit space stood over her. In his hand he held a curled leather bullwhip ready to extract the information he needed from the imprisoned woman in the cell.
It was time to begin her interrogation. He peered in to her small anal hole trying to judge its size for the object he was to insert. That was when she turned and bit his wrist. Grimacing with blood staining his white cuff he decided to show her he meant business. Pulling her up off the floor with one hand holding her wrists together behind her back and the other tugging her long dark ponytail, he had raised her from the kitchen floor and slammed her front ways against the wall.
The shirt was ruined. The girl was wearing a short dress and as he thought of his ruined shirt and the throbbing pain coming from his wrist he ached to spank her backside.
The quick flash of her white thong as he slammed her against the wall again exposing her partially bare bottom was too inviting not to smack. To calm her he let go of her hair and lifted the cotton strappy white summer dress to her waist and bunched it there. She squealed and fought but his lean athletic frame was far too strong for her to fight. With lightening speed he moved his fingers down inside the top of her thong, just above the covered crease between her buttocks and in one motion pulled it down over her bottom.
Two juicy plump pale globes bounced free from the restraining hold the thong had placed around it. Admiring their pertness, the spy pulled the thong down over her thighs snapping the delicate straps at the side until the flimsy material came away in his hands.
He tossed it to the floor and cupped the side of her rump. When she refused he bent his head to examine her pouting vagina. Slipping his deft fingers between her thighs he found the small bud protruding her labia and squeezed it.
She gasped and a tell tale trickle of moisture sluiced his fingers making him grin. So the suspect liked to be firmly handled. He raised his hand and softly curved it before spanking her pussy hard to encourage her to move, careful to catch the tip of the clit. The girl yelped and he repeated the action and his order.
With his help she managed to move away from the wall but she refused to bend over and he was forced to slap her pussy one more time. She obeyed quickly and when he removed his hand he could see it was damp with arousal. Holding her hands behind her back, Dylan decided she was ready for the first part of her interrogation, a spanking. Nor do I like getting blood on my shirt. He struck the left just a touch harder making her howl before picking up the pace.
He stood over her curved form strongly spanking her bare bottom, each blow reddening her buttocks until they burned and stung with an artful swing of his hand. Each strike lifted her blushed bottom in to the air with increasing force when she refused to answer him. If you tell me now I can save his life. Do you want him to die, Gemma? I thought you loved him. Dylan had noticed she had been biting her lip to steel herself but now she opened her mouth and let out a loud sob.
The tears she had been defiantly holding back spilled from her eyes to run in a torrent down her cheeks. Dylan whipped his hand neatly across the back of one thigh making her howl like a baby.
People will listen then. The spy gave his prisoner one more slap across her bottom and ended her spanking. For his own curiosity, he moved his hand across her sex and to his satisfaction found her soaking wet. Despite her cries of pain the woman was deeply aroused by her punishment.
He could use this to his advantage. Laying his palm on her flesh he rubbed one mound to soothe the burning. It is just a matter of time. Quickly he dipped his tall frame and lifted her neatly over his shoulder preventing her from her fist making contact with his face. The spy had carried his prisoner to the car half naked.
The act designed to weaken her will. Neighbors looked out of their windows and up from their gardening shocked to see her fiery red bottom on public display. He was satisfied when she began to whimper with her embarrassment. Depositing her in the back of the car he leaned over her and took hold of the dress at the front to brutally tear and rip it from her body.
To his surprise the girl barely protested and as he stripped her naked she let out a pleasured gasp. She took a breath and arched her body forward to meet the third quick strike to her left breast apparently eager for more chastisement. Dylan smiled to himself. He had her just were he wanted. He would manipulate this to his advantage in the interrogation. As if to prolong the punishment she kept her legs closed prompting another slap.
Dylan watched her breast flush with the strike and wobble deliciously from side to side. He did it once more making her moan as the pink fleshy wet mounds rubbed against each other. Involuntarily she opened her legs taken with the pleasure, unable to help herself.
The moment she spread her legs Dylan raised his hand and whipped her sex with his palm four times hard. The girl never closed her legs again. His hand was wet with her creamy juice when he moved it away to place her hands behind her back and the seatbelt between her blushed breasts. Her labial lips were heavy and swollen and her nipples were taut with their erectness. Convinced of the correct size of plug he would need to use to fit in her exposed anus, he put down the whip and covered his hands in a pair of latex gloves before coating his middle finger in lubricant.
Time to get her stretched. Dylan plied open her buttocks a little more so that the girl felt uncomfortable and then holding the cheeks painfully spread, he circled his wet finger around her hole. The hole appeared tight and virginal. Has a man ever taken you here? He circled the dark puckered entrance thickly sluicing it with lubricant. Then he began to ease his middle finger in to the tight hole.
The girl gasped but said nothing. He felt her frame tighten and rubbed his latex hand over one globe as though to soothe and eased his finger in deeper forcing the cavern walls of her anus to stretch and accommodate his invasion. Again she whimpered but said nothing allowing him to go further. The cry she gave was of surprise but was also tinged with a renewed arousal. Dylan simply held his finger there for a moment allowing her to get used to his dominance guiding her in to surrender but the girl was stubborn and remained silent.
With a tinge of cruelty he began to thrust his finger in and out of her body forcing the channel to stretch and widen to accommodate the enema tubing and the plug he would insert to force her to hold the warm water he pumped in to her stomach. She was a natural submissive and was obviously used to a firm hand from Jonas. He needed to push her boundaries.
Anal penetration was the best way to start and he was doubtful she had experienced the dual pleasure pain of an enema. It could be her undoing. He turned to the large mirror in the room knowing his colleagues were behind it viewing the whole interrogation.
Once more he squeezed it and caressed the small bud, kneading it between his fingers, tugging it back and forth until her cries turned in to moans. The warm water flows along the tube in to your anus and through to your stomach. Your abdomen will swell with water until you feel as though you are carrying a child full term.
Then the pain will start. Some women are deeply aroused by the pain when they are made to hold the water inside their body for a while. Others beg for release. I like to plug the anus to force the person to retain the fluid. I wonder how long I can force you to endure the discomfort. He only heard small cries of fear in between the moans as he continued to caress her pussy teasing her by circling the entrance of her channel but never penetrating it with his finger.
He is a murderer. Do you want to spend the rest of your life in jail for helping him? The girl sobbed as he prepared it. Taking the tube from the assistant he stretched open the small anal hole and began feeding the tube in to her bottom.
She moaned and tried to rear bucking her bottom backwards in an attempt to expel the tube making Dylan increase the speed with which he used to push it inside her.