The Interrogation

by Robin Roseau

  I licked at it, and she tasted very good.

  My shoulders were getting stiff, and I knew if she didn't relent, I'd be giving her a key to get her to free me. But I also had confidence she could tie me in some other, equally maddening position, and I had to hold out as long as I could. I really didn't want her loaning me to anyone else.

  She lounged in the chair, watching me.

  "Do you like my game?" she asked.

  "Yes," I panted.

  "Am I going to win?"

  "At least one," I said. "It's the third I don't want you to win, and I'm not excited about the second."

  "I'm playing for all three," she said. She smiled. "Ready to give me a key? I'll do anything to you that you ask for one key."

  I thought about it.

  "Untie me and let me pleasure you?" I asked.

  "That's two keys," she said with a smile. "And it doesn't prevent me from tying you in some new position afterwards."

  "Oh god," I said.

  She smiled.

  She climbed from the chair. "Don't go away."

  I couldn't even turn my head to watch her when she walked out of the room.

  I renewed my struggles with my bonds, but she knew what she was doing. I wasn't going to untie anything. Nothing was growing looser. I wondered if I could fray her ropes. She hadn't told me I couldn't, so I tried, digging my fingernails into the rope where I could reach, but I had no mobility, and I didn't think I was accomplishing anything.

  I was still struggling by the time Katrina returned. She stood in the door, watching me, and chuckling quietly, then finally crossed the room and took her seat in front of me.

  "You won't last," she said.

  "I know."

  She had a glass of water and a bowl. I couldn't see what was in the bowl, not even when she set it on the floor. She took a drink from the water, sipping through a straw. "Would you like some?"

  "Not for a key," I said.

  "Water is free. Would you like some?"

  "Yes," I said. So she leaned forward and slipped the straw between my lips. I drank slowly, not realizing how dry my mouth had gotten. It was awkward to swallow.

  "Enough?"

  "Yes."

  She took another few sips then set the glass down on the floor and leaned back in her chair, watching me. "Shoulders stiff?"

  "Yes."

  "Feet cramping?"

  "No."

  "They will."

  I thought about it. "I know." I struggled for a moment, whimpering, then grew still. Katrina watched me, smiling.

  "Delicious, isn't it?" she said. "You are here because you want to be. You are in this predicament because you want to be. And yet at the same time your body is beginning to scream in discomfort. But there is nowhere else you would rather be, is there?"

  "No," I whispered.

  "I can't begin to tell you how glad I am we met last night, Bethany," she said. "Oh, there are women with far more experience I could have here right now. Some of them are young with hot bodies, far hotter than either of us has, and they would love to be in your position. Some of them wouldn't give in, no matter what I do to them. I could abuse them horribly, and they would accept it. If I treated you like that, you would use your safe word, wouldn't you?"

  "I don't know. I don't know what you would do."

  "I don't want you to ever use your safe word. If you do, it meant I went too far. I can be very cruel, Bethany. I am going to be a little cruel tonight. I'm being cruel right now."

  "No," I said.

  "Yes. I know you hurt. I know you want me to touch you. Would you prefer a gentler game?"

  "I-" I thought about it. "I want to know I am yours."

  She smiled. "You are. Do you like my games?"

  "Yes," I whispered. "Yes."

  "Bittersweet, aren't they?"

  "Yes."

  "You're going to surrender, you know. You're going to give me the passkey."

  "I know."

  "But you're holding out as long as you can. It's not the first one that bothers you. But Bethany, while I would untie you right now for one passkey, if you wait until you have a Charlie horse, I already told you it would take two."

  I struggled and whimpered. Katrina watched, smiling.

  "I imagine your neck is getting stiff," she said. "I imagine your shoulders hurt. From the way you're breathing, it is probably a little difficult for you." She was right. "Give me a key, and I'll untie you."

  "No!" I said. "It's too soon!"

  "Have it your own way," she replied. "You're coming up on the absolute limit I would normally leave someone tied like this. One key, Bethany. No one else will touch you at the party."

  My shoulders were beginning to scream. I was completely helpless to her, and I loved it, but I knew the pain would begin to replace the pleasure, and I knew it would be soon.

  She reached down to the bowl on the floor, and I realized it was full of ice. I stared as she slipped a cube into her mouth. "Did you want one?" she asked after slurping on it for a moment.

  "No, thank you, Katrina," I replied. I was pretty sure it wasn't my mouth that would be holding it.

  "You know what the ice is for, don't you?"

  "Yes," I said in a quiet voice.

  She smiled. "You seem to believe that the longer you hold out like this, the less time you'll need to survive whatever I do next. But honey, did we set a time limit?"

  "You said-" I thought back. "You said until you let me sleep."

  "I'm wide awake," she declared. "We have hours and hours to play, and I love taking my time."

  "Oh god," I said. "Oh god." I repeated it over and over.

  She was going to win, and I knew it. I couldn't let her give me to someone else, but she was going to win.

  She picked up another ice cube. "Well, my lovely prisoner, shall we discuss the terms?" She began caressing me with the ice, and of course, it was cold. I tried to shrink away from it, but of course I couldn't. She chuckled with my efforts. After a few moments, I surrendered to her, lying still while she stroked me with the ice.

  "Yes," she said slowly. "Surrender feels good, doesn't it?"

  "Yes," I agreed. "Oh god."

  She caressed my sides, one, then the other, and I felt the muscles ripple from the coldness of the ice. Then she began teasing it over the small of my back, underneath my hands and all the ropes.

  "Give me a key, Bethany," she whispered into my ear. "Give me a key right now!"

  "No!" I moaned.

  She began teasing the ice cube over my tail bone. "In ten seconds, I am inserting this into you," she said. "Give me a key. Right now!" And then a few seconds later, the cube was pressing against my opening, and I knew it was too much.

  "All right!" I screamed. "I'll tell!"

  She froze then slowly withdrew the cube.

  "I'm listening," she whispered.

  "Will you-" I started to say, stammering it. "Will you play nice for a while?"

  "All right," she said. "I will let you pleasure me with your mouth. Your arms will remain tied until you do. And then I will finish untying you, and we will cuddle for a while."

  "The first key is this: Katrina is the most amazing woman I have ever met."

  "Oh honey," she said. She caressed my cheek.

  "Your name is spelled backwards," I added, and she began laughing.

  She stepped away, and I heard her walk to the dresser, then she was typing.

  "Say it again," she said slowly. I repeated it.

  Then suddenly she was back in front of me and without any fanfare, she slid the cube into me.

  "Katrina!" I screamed. "Why?"

  She knelt down in front of me. "You lied to me." She picked up another cube and was about to lean over me. I knew the second cube was going to follow the first.

  "I didn't! I didn't! Did you include the period?"

  She stopped. "Oh hell, Bethany. I'm sorry." She paused, looking at me. "I don't think I can get it out."

  The cube was meltin
g, but it was well past what I liked. I squirmed and hissed and tried squeezing it out, but I had no luck.

  It melted slowly. Katrina knelt in front of me and apologized several more times, caressing my face. And finally I knew it was done melting. I slowly calmed down.

  "It's going to make a mess. I'll get a towel after I check the password."

  She stepped away. There was typing, and then she apologized again. There was a pause, and I thought she was reading the note I had written. She returned to me, kissed my cheek, and said, "Thank you."

  She untied my head first, then my feet. She left my arms. She disappeared for a moment, then she was back, pressing a towel between my cheeks. "I'm going to roll you onto your side."

  "That is so gross," I said. I curled into a ball, and she helped me onto my side. She cleaned my backside and disappeared with the towel so I couldn't see it, then she was back.

  She caressed me gently for a while, letting me curl against her. The contact felt nice.

  "We're going to the party," she said quietly.

  "Are you disappointed with me?"

  "Oh honey, no. You were past my deadline to be hog-tied. I was going to step it up until you gave in. You wouldn't have lasted much longer. No one could once I get serious."

  Then she helped me sit up on the bed and pulled me into her arms, giving me a deep, lovely kiss. I moaned into it and sagged against her. When she released me, I laid my head on her shoulder, and she held me for a long time.

  "I'm going to loosen your arms but leave your wrists tied," she said. "Then I want to feel your tongue."

  I smiled, hungry for her taste. She turned me around on the bed and began untying some of her knots, taking the pressure off my shoulders. I would have liked to have worked the tightness out of them, but my wrist were still tied by the time she was done.

  Then she slipped past me and lay on her back. "Pleasure me, My Sweet Pet," she said. "Let me feel your wonderful tongue."

  * * *

  She untied my hands, gave me a moment to work the stiffness out, then retied them in front of me. We cuddled together comfortably. Katrina stroked me slowly, soothingly.

  "Thank you," I told her.

  "For what?"

  "Letting me do that."

  She laughed. "Thank you. It was wonderful. But your vibrator slipped out."

  "Am I in trouble for that?"

  "No."

  Her touch was soothing and lovely, and I knew I was going to grow addicted to it. I admitted that, and she simply said, "Good. I want you addicted to me."

  We lay together for a long time, but finally she said, "Come with me, Bethany."

  She tugged me off the bed, pulling on my bound wrists, and led me underneath one of the chains. "Stand here," she said.

  She stepped away and came back with the chair, then climbed onto it. "Give me your wrists." I lifted my arms, and she pulled them upwards towards the chain. "Stand on your tip-toes." I did, and she looped the chain between my wrists, looped around the ropes, and then began tugging hard towards the ceiling, finally managing to hook the free end of the chain to the hook in the ceiling. I was stretched as tall as I could.

  "Flat feet," she said. I lowered myself and found myself hanging partly from my wrists. "Tip toes again." I stood back up, and she was able to tighten the chain two links. By setting weight on it, I had pulled the ropes tighter. She made me do that twice more, and when she was done, I couldn't lower myself off my toes without dangling from my wrists.

  She climbed down, moved the chair out of the way, and looked into my eyes, smiling.

  "Give me the second key," she ordered.

  "No, Katrina. I can't stand the idea of you touching anyone else, not while I have to watch."

  She smiled. "I thought that might be your response." She turned her back on me and walked to the closet, and when she returned, she had some sort of black metal pipe and some ankle cuffs. She knelt down in front of me, wrapping a cuff around my left ankle. Then she nudged my legs apart, further and further, forcing me to settle more weight onto my arms, and cuffed the second ankle.

  She stood up in front of me, her face inches away from mine.

  "Are you mine?"

  "Yes," I whispered.

  "Are you sure you want to be mine?"

  "Yes."

  She smiled then she kissed me deeply. If I hadn't been hanging by my arms, I would have swooned. When she finally released me, my heart was pounding, and I wanted more.

  I so wanted to be hers. I so wanted her to want me.

  She grinned, looking me up and down, then began stroking my body. I moaned with the attention. Her touch felt so good.

  "Oh Katrina," I said. "Oh, that's so nice."

  She teased my nipples, which I loved, and I thrust my chest at her.

  Then she pulled away.

  "Do you know what I am doing to you?" she asked.

  "You're winning the game," I said.

  She laughed. "Yes, true. What else?"

  "You're going to do things I like a great deal."

  "For a little while."

  "Then you're going to start. um.."

  "Torturing you. Delicious torture, of course. It's all in fun, but maybe not entirely fun."

  "I know." I said.

  "What else?"

  "I don't understand."

  "Step back from the mechanics of what I am doing."

  She let me work it out. "You're learning my limits."

  "Yes. We'll come back to that. What else?"

  "You're teaching me you can do anything you want to me, and I am helpless to stop you." I closed my eyes at the thought. Katrina stepped closer and caressed my cheek.

  "Yes," she said. "I am. How does that make you feel?"

  I opened my eyes. "Really good," I said. "Oh, Katrina..."

  She smiled and kissed me quickly, then asked, "One more thing. What else?"

  "You're-" I wasn't sure. "You're making me believe I really belong to you?"

  "Yes. That process takes a long time. Weeks. Months."

  "We don't have weeks or months."

  "Perhaps not," she said. "But we shall see how you feel by the end of the night."

  She stepped away, studying me. "Do you want me to stop? I can let you down. We can go watch a movie."

  "No!"

  "I'll stop right now, if you ask me to. We'll go to the party. But no more playtime tonight."

  "No. Please, please don't stop."

  She caressed my cheek again. "I want you to hold out for absolutely as long as you can. Will it be horrible to give me the second key, knowing what it means?"

  "I don't want to see you touch anyone else."

  "I know you don't. Will it be horrible?"

  "A little," I said.

  "I need you to stop me before you feel forced to use the safe word. Will you give me the key before the safe word?"

  I nodded. "Yes, Katrina. I want to be yours though. I want to feel like yours."

  "You are mine," she said firmly. "There is no doubt of that. And what a lovely gift you offer me."

  Then she began caressing me, touching me, driving me insane with desire for her. I couldn't do a thing, except kiss her when she let me kiss her, or lean my cheek against her hand. I squirmed and laughed when she tickled me, and I screeched when she spanked my bottom, but it was a playful spank, and she chuckled.

  She walked around me, touching, teasing, waking every nerve ending, and soon had me panting for her, unable to hold my eyes open, experiencing her touch.

  And then she stepped away, and I felt loss.

  "No," I moaned. "More."

  "The key."

  "No!"

  She laughed. "Good. I was hoping I could use these."

  She reached around from behind me, clipping nipple clamps to my nipples. It stung. This pair was attached by a short chain but was otherwise unweighted. I gasped with the sensation, and she let me get used to it before she began teasing the ends of my nipples with her fingers, the sensation far mo
re intense with the clamps in place.

  "Ohhhhh," I said, thrashing a little.

  "Mine," she whispered. "Mine, Bethany, my southern belle, my pet."

  "Yours," I whispered back. "Yes."

  "You'll do anything for me, won't you?" she asked.

  "Yes," I said. "What do you want me to do?"

  "Submit to me," she said. "Surrender. Do you feel yourself surrendering?"

  "Yes," I whispered, dragging it out.

  And then she was stroking me again, and it felt so good. I laid my head backwards, resting against her cheek for a moment. She was giving me long, slow, delicious strokes, some of them tickling, all of them feeling wonderful. It felt so good, and I zoned out the stress in my arms and the quivering muscles of my legs as I continued to lightly sway under her touch.

  She felt so good.

  "Katrina," I whispered.

  "My belle," she whispered back.

  "No one has ever done this to me before."

  "I know, honey."

  "Please don't stop. Oh please don't stop."

  "I'm not going to, but it's going to change soon."

  "Just a little longer. Just a little longer."

  "A little longer," she agreed. "Now, tell me you belong to me."

  "I do," I said. "I'm yours, oh, Katrina," and I whispered over and over I was hers as she stroked and caressed my willing body. But slowly the strokes grew slower, more fleeting, and I knew things were about to change.

  "Give me the second key," she said, "and I'll keep this up until your arms can't take it anymore, then we'll do something else."

  "No," I whimpered. "I'm sorry."

  "I know you are." She patted my cheek and pulled away.

  I heard her move to her dresser, and I heard her return to stand in front of me. She waited, and slowly I opened my eyes.

  She was holding something in front of me. It looked like a large weight used in fishing, but it dangled from a short hook. "Do you know what this is for?"

  "No."

  She grinned and hang the little weight from the chain attached to my nipple clamps. The clamps tugged at me lightly. Then she added another and another, ten in all.

  Then she reached out and ran her fingernails down my side, which tickled horribly, and I jumped. That made the weights bounce, pulling painfully on my engorged nipples. I yelped, and Katrina smiled.