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The following is a work of pure fiction and is obviously quite silly. I'll give a warning for reluctance and questionable consent but this is much more mystery than horror.
It's not all ballbusting, but I think there's enough sprinkled through to make this forum a reasonable place for it.
Interrogation: Part 1
The black hood was ripped away to reveal blinding white lights. Fresh to consciousness and groggy with the after effects of what he assumed were powerful drugs in his system, Thomas recoiled in his chair. As he tried to thrash he felt his arms and legs hold fast to the chair. Panic gripped his heart as he felt the cold metal of the chair all over his skin and realised he was completely naked.
A figure emerged in silhouette between himself and the light, sparing him its intensity and allowing him to settle uncomfortably into his bondage. He couldn’t make out any detail but it was a womanly shape; wide hips, styled hair. He added the sound of heel clacks on the floor to his assessment.
“Mr Sanders, very glad you could join us today.” she said. A professional, non regional American accent. City folk, he thought.
Thomas said nothing. Still coming to terms with the shock of this new reality. He remembered the black hood flashing into view and shrouding him in darkness. He remembered a sharp pain in his neck. He didn’t remember much else. Not a lot to go on.
“Can I call you Tom? Mr Sanders? I don’t think there’s any need to be formal about this.”
“What do you want? What’s this about?” As he spoke she stepped out of view and he was blinded with light again.
Click clack.
“This is about you Tom.” her voice coming from nearby to his left.
Click clack.
“As for what I want.” Behind him.
Click.
“Well that depends a very great deal on who and what you are.” she spoke inches from his right ear. Thomas flinched as her warm fingers and palm firmly grasped his upper trapezius.
She had modulated her voice into an unconvincing, but restrained, southern drawl.
“So who are you Tom?” Her fingers trailed across the top of his back from left to right as she moved around to his side.
Click clack.
She crouched down so that her head was level with his. Turning from the bright light he could see her face, to an extent. Half over lit and half cast in shadow. Red hair tastefully framing a pale face. He couldn’t be too sure but his impression was sharp lines and soft features. Not young, not old.
“My name is Thomas Sanders, I work for Redshift Code Solutions. I’m a tech consultant. I write project maps and review integration specifications. What the hell is going on?!” Thomas blabbed at an almost incoherent speed.
“Tom!” She snapped loudly at close proximity. “I can call you Tom right? We’ve all got a job to do right? This is my job Tom. You write reports, I interrogate terrorists. You produce code reviews, I flush out dissidents.” back to professional neutrality.
Thomas said nothing as she stepped up and away from the chair.
Click. The blinding light was replaced by a video screen. There were multiple screens within the display. Each a candid camera shot of somewhere he’d eaten lunch or dinner over the last 6 months. There were 6 screens on the display and each time a video ended a new slice of footage appeared in its place. His entire life was on screen.
“We know a lot about you Tom.”
Clack. The video display switched to showing fast scrolls of emails and documents. He could read his email address in every artefact. It looked like they had every email from 6 different accounts. Some of those accounts hadn’t been used in years. He recognised work project names in file attachments.
“We know all about the people you associate with.”
Click. The display changed to showing a sequence of still images, many from the same footage as the videos, but all of the same person. He recognised her instantly. Natasha Demitriu. His ex.
“What can you tell me about your little friend here?”
Clack.
“Nat!? Uhh, I can tell you she’s a heart breaking bitch!” his voice both raised and sputtering.
Click.
“Not my area of interest Tom.” her voice bristling with impatience.
“Well what do you want to know!”
She stepped in front of him again, the display behind her fading and the room’s lighting coming to resemble normality. He could see her clearly now. Pretty. Soft features but stern eyes. Mid 30’s at a guess. Her business attire unflattering but her curves obvious.
“Everything Tom. You’re going to tell us everything you know about this woman.” more menace in her voice than before. A declaration, not a question.
“Uhh, uhm, Okay, okay. We met six months ago. She was my liaison at a client. We worked together for 4 weeks. 3 months ago we hooked up privately and started dating. 1 month ago she went mega psycho bitch mode and left my ass high and dry.” Thomas relaxed into the telling. It was a well worn story at this point. Not that he was bitter or anything.
Click.
“Tom, I don’t think you’re being completely honest with me.” She took a step forward.
Clack.
A moment too late, Thomas realised that his chair was very unusual. Having had no cause to really investigate it and with a somewhat distracting environment, he’d never noticed that his legs were bound at a highly splayed angle; the middle of the chair was essentially hollow. It only became obvious to him in the elastic time created by the knowledge of imminent danger. The leg traversing space where there shouldn’t have been space. The heeled shoe on an inevitable trajectory to his nuts, hanging in the void.
SPLAT!
The sound of leather on skin reverberated gently in the tinny acoustics of the overly square room before Thomas made his own squealing gasp of reaction to the collision of objects in space. He wrenched against his bondage, trying to recoil to some concept of protection. But none existed. No give in his position. Admitting defeat he hung his head in shame and fear; arms and legs shaking in their bonds.
“I want you to understand..” She coiled her fingers in his short dark hair. “..what happens when I think you’re lying to me.” She pulled up sharply to bring her eyes to his. “Am I making myself clear?”
“Yes! Yes! Very clear. So clear! Please let me go!” Thomas pleaded more with his eyes than his voice but was met with callous cruelty in her eyes. Not the stern indifference of professional acumen, her eyes were alive with bad intentions.
“So let’s try this again and this time no bullshit.”
“I don’t know what to say! I’m telling the truth! Please! What do you want to know?!” Pain and fear pervaded every syllable.
“What were you working on at Valkyrie?”
Thomas took a beat. Overtly processing the memory.
“Valkyrie, yes. That was the client. Uhh, it was a clean gig. It was straight up and down. They had some new drone technology, but their software was for shit. Natasha was acting Chief Technology officer after the main guy took a sabbatical or something. It was easy work. Systems integration, user interface, feature control schemes, back end data collection. Basic stuff, it was all basic stuff!” the longer Thomas talked the more his voice carried the strain of anger as the details failed to offer any explanation for his predicament.
“Tom, I really hope you’re not lying to me.” Her face broadened into a grin that implied she would be quite alright with him lying to her. “The Chief technology officer for a major Military contractor takes a career break and is replaced by a foreign national?”
Click clack.
She turned away and Thomas felt the muscles in his thighs relax as the imminent danger to his nuts receded ever so slightly.
“Does that sound convincing to you Tom? You didn’t think that it was odd?”
Thomas’s eyes flickered as he tried to scan internally for information. Yes it had been odd that the guy who should have been in charge of the project was gone by the time the work got started. But he hadn’t given it much thought after the strange departure left him working in close contact with a gorgeous blonde.
“I uhh, I never gave it much thought. I just, I was just doing my job. Made no difference to me who the liaison was. The project specifications hadn’t changed.”
“Tom, you’re lying to me.” She pushed a clicker in her pocket and the display went full screen of CCTV footage of a restaurant. Thomas couldn’t instantly place it but the time code told the story. This was a dinner date with Natasha taken 2 weeks into the project. Even in the grainy footage she looked stunning and the eyes of his past self were clearly agog at her cleavage.
“No, no, no. I’m not lying” Thomas pumped out the words before she could turn around and kick him again. “Please, you’ve got to believe me I’m not lying!”
“You’re telling me that you’d have been taking Clive Spenser, 64 year old Chief Technology Officer out for Dinner and losing yourself in his tits, Tom?” her voice almost bored of its own sardonic charm.
“No, no, I, I just, I mean that the work was the same. Nothing about the work was different. The gig was exactly what I expected it to be.”
“Let’s cut the bullshit Tom. You got honey potted. There’s no shame in that. You were just a regular guy doing a job and suddenly you’re knee deep in pussy so far out of your league you needed an oxygen mask.”
Click clack. She prowled the room.
“Maybe you don’t even know that she’s had you install a back door to the data collection. I’ll be generous and assume that you were an unwitting patsy. And maybe if it had ended there, if all you did was a sloppy job on the government’s dime, we’d never have needed to meet. But it didn’t end there, did it Tom?”
Click clack. This way and that.
“I already told you we dated later! I’m not lying about anything!”
SLAM!
As Thomas’s balls were crushed between the hard leather of her heels and the squishy underbelly of his pelvis he felt his stomach contract and the urge to spew mount within him. Bursting with a guttural groan of pain.
“You’re going to tell me everything that happened that night.”
Dinner
Thomas couldn’t quite believe she’d asked him out to dinner. It wasn’t unheard of for the clients to show him a little largesse from time to time, although that was more typical in corporate gigs. But it was always a group affair. Show a little administrative muscle, flash the expenses account stuff. Not dinner for 2 at a fancy restaurant.
“Thomas, why so uptight?” she smiled as she spoke. Her Romanian accent lilted as she went.
“Oh no, not uptight at all. Well, I guess it’s a bit unusual. You’re kind of my boss right now and I don’t usually go on dinner dates with my boss.”
“Oh Thomas, silly billy. I’m not a bossu you.” She giggled as she spoke and Thomas could not tear his eyes from the subtle jiggle of her magnificent bosom.
“Of course, of course. I just get a little nervous is all. Military work isn’t my usual gig. And well, you, you’re; I’ll just say it, you’re very beautiful and I’m a little nervous around you.” Honesty was the best policy after all.
“Oh don’t flatter me Thomas, is not necessary. You been working very hard and I want to thank you. That all.” The suggestiveness of her grin made the available space in Thomas’s pants decrease.
They had been working hard. It would have been an 8 week project but the start was delayed and the deadline hadn’t moved. His employers had gotten double their rate and he’d get a big bonus if he could get it over the line, but for now his life was more intense than he’d intended.
“That’s very sweet of you Natasha. It’s been a pleasure working with you.” Thomas decided that the veneer of professionalism was a useful safety blanket for as long as it was possible.
They ate their dinner and drank their wine. The place was fancier than he’d have preferred but he wasn’t complaining. He knew he’d spent the entire evening staring at her tits, she clearly didn’t mind. The chatter had been easy, like it had been for the last 2 weeks. Two people under pressure finding an easy release of tension in flirting. And her accent, good god it was sexy.
“This my treat Thomas.” She pulled out a company credit card.
“Why than..” he didn’t get to finish.
“And room up stairs, booked, if you like?”
Thomas did like. He liked so much that he had to slap the slack off his own jaw to avoid gawping.
The journey up stairs was a joyous time for Thomas. All groping, nuzzling and probing. She was an obscene delight of flesh and features. She gasped and moaned at his attentions and only pushed him away to invite further hunger in her direction.
In the room her energy changed. From a willing target to a demanding harlot. Thomas was pushed roughly onto the bed, her strength and balance shocking as she easily manoeuvred him. She ripped his belt from his pants before ripping his pants off entirely.
She had told him this was his treat, he decided to lie back and accept it. She mounted his hips without taking him inside her. Instead she used his hard dick like a pole to rub herself against. Her glistening clit sliding up and down his shaft as she moaned and groaned. She was a feast for his eyes.
She produced a condom from nowhere and suddenly Thomas was inside. It felt so heavenly, her pussy ate him all up. Only after she began her ride did she peel up her black dress, up and over her head and cast away. Next she freed the epic swell of her breasts and Thomas felt that heaven had gotten an upgrade.
She slammed the palm of her hand down into his chest and started to grind the heel of her palm into his sternum as she ground her pussy into his cock. The pain was substantial, but all was fair in love and war, he thought.
He felt sure he’d cum too soon like this. It was too good. Staring at her tits bouncing around was too good. The sensation of her pulsing up and down on his cock was too good. The look of lascivious hunger on her face between the spasms of ecstasy were too good. Only the ever increasing pain in his sternum was keeping him grounded. Like she’d clamped his wheels, preventing take off with her own weight on his chest.
With very little fanfare or build up, she suddenly scrunched up into a tight ball of wrenching orgasm. Her thighs collapsing in on him with tremendous force, constricting his waist and the palm on his chest drilling into him with new levels of vigor. She stayed frozen like this for what felt like an eternity to Thomas. The pain in his chest still rising, his dick twitching on the edge inside her.
When she burst back to life she moved off his dick and made her way up to his face with impossible speed. In two seconds he’d gone from staring at her frozen figure to being engulfed in her thighs. Her pussy was upon him and her flesh was all around him. He knew what he had to do and got to work with his tongue.
He was rewarded with an entirely new register of sexual moaning above him. He resented the muffling quality of her thighs as he licked with more force in search of louder groans. His dick twitched helplessly in the air as the scent of her ravenous sex drove him wild with desire.
He had no idea how long this went on for. He knew that his jaw was aching and his tongue was sore. He knew that his dick felt strained. He knew that she was now wet enough that he was at risk of drowning. As the heat of the moment started to become overridden by his rising discomforts she shifted her position forwards. His tongue could no longer reach her clit. His mouth was buried in pussy hole and her clit was perched over his nose.
He couldn’t breathe. She started to coil her fingers in his fringe poking between the tight encasing of her thighs. Then she started to grind. She was using his nose like she’d used his cock earlier, but with infinitely more weight behind the action. As she mashed her way backwards and forwards, scouring the topography of his face with her sex, Thomas found little pockets in which he could take tiny breaths. Not enough to ever sate the burning hunger for oxygen in his chest, but just enough to keep him from passing out.
As even these small mercies became increasingly laden with the moisture of her arousal he reached up his hand to her hips and grabbed the delicious flesh of her ass. He tried to topple her off him but found he had no strength; not just that, but she was solid as a rock, strong as an oak, perfectly grounded in her position. Desperately, Thomas started to tap her buttocks like this was JuJitsu, but as he did so she lost herself in another orgasm and didn’t notice. Or she just didn’t care.
Thomas was still conscious as she toppled off him. Rolling into a beautiful heap of sleep beside him. He reached to take himself in hand but the accumulation of deprivation sent him spiraling into sleep before he could blow his load.
Interrogation: Part 2
“So you’re telling me that you’re like some kind of little bitch?” the redhead was withering in tone.
Thomas was too distracted by the new people entering the room. Pushing a cart of boxes and wires; covered head to toe in Cleanroom suits. They came to a stop beside him and started to unfurl various wires and pads.
“What’s going on!? What are they doing!?” Thomas parped with alarm.
“Well Tom, while I’d love to keep kicking you in the nuts all day, statistically speaking torture is more effective when you convince the subject that the spectrum of pain is beyond their imagination.” There was a hint of disappointment in her voice; the boredom that comes from complying with undesirable best practice.
“Actually, guys.” She gestured to the anonymous crowd of masked men who came to a halt and stood to one side. “One more couldn’t hurt right.”
SPLAT!
“UURRGHAAAGH” Thomas exploded with pain, his already battered balls discovering new levels of sensitivity. He thought this kick might have been harder as well.
“Okay, as you were, back to work.” with a wave of her hand, they got back to work.
Their work consisted of attaching the pads at the ends of the wires to Thomas’s testicles. They were a cold, sticky texture and they were putting them all around his nuts. He counted 4 or 5 pads per testicle. Once in place his nutsack and the pads got wrapped in several loops of electrical tape, holding the pads tight to every inch of his balls.
Thomas had been grunting and groaning with pain throughout this. Breathing heavily and trying to recover some composure.
“Why are you doing this to me? What do you want from me?” his voice close to tears, the questions coming out as pathetic pleas.
“Now Tom, self pity is an awful look. You need to take some responsibility for yourself. You can’t go through life getting pushed into dangerous international espionage by every hot lady who buys you dinner.” the same fake southern drawl being pushed into her whimsy.
“I don’t know anything. Natasha didn’t tell me anything about anything. I promise! I promise I don’t know anything!”
“Tom, stop. Stop yourself right there.” She took a small box from one of the cleansuit men and they started to file out of the room. “Remember Tom, if I think you’re lying to me I’m going to start pushing the buttons on this box.” She came close and put the box close to his face. “Are you absolutely sure you’re going with ‘She didn’t tell you anything’?”
Thomas kept his mouth shut for a moment. His eyes panic stricken. He felt the dryness of his mouth and the biting pain where his binds cut into his flesh.
“Learning some self preservation Tom? Good!” She clapped the box in her hand sarcastically and Thomas flinched with fear that she might hit some of those buttons. “What if I told you that Natasha installed a data miner on your phone that night?”
“I, I don’t know anything about th..” Thomas stopped himself mid word, silence hanging pregnant in the room.
“Do you want to finish that thought Tom?” The Redhead spoke while tilting the box this way and that in her hand.
“Look.. I didn’t know anything about that but..” he was trying to find the words. “I did notice some weird stuff with my phone after that.”
“Keep talking.”
“It made all sorts of weird device connections. I got logged in and out of all of my accounts. A bunch of my work documents stored on company cloud servers showed access by me but I never touched them.”
“Now we’re getting somewhere Tom. And I think you’re starting to understand the role you’ve played in this, am I right?”
Click clack.
As she spoke she stepped to the side and the display came to life again. This time it was filled with fast scrolls of page after page of code. The scroll through each script would stop at some arbitrary point and highlight a line of code before moving on to the next script.
“Do you recognise these Tom?”
Thomas did recognise them. These were all his scripts. They were the framework of the integration software he’d built for Valkyrie. The early environment he’d setup to house all of the features and modules he’d build later. But the highlighted passages weren’t his. Code he couldn’t intuit as an author.
“I didn’t write those lines. I’d never write like that. Look at the code you can see, the rest of it isn’t like that.” he babbled.
“Oh Tom.” she sounded dour but her eyes looked elated.
The pain hit Thomas from inside. Intellectually, he knew the electro pads were on the outside of his body attached directly to his skin. But 100% of the experience was happening inside his testicles. Not hot or burning, more like an ongoing explosion. A chain reaction converting energy into pain with his testicle meat the medium of exchange. There was no ramp, no build; the pain arrived at full intensity and remained there effortlessly.
As suddenly as it had started the pain was gone. It had felt as if mortal damage was being inflicted but now it felt as if nothing had happened at all. He collapsed as best he could against his bondage.
“You should know Tom, this is a soundproof room. The only thing your screams can do here is turn me on.” She smiled in a way which told Thomas that she wasn’t joking.
“Please, please, no more. I’ll tell you everything I know, I swear.” tears and spit flicking from his lips as he begged.
“Oh I know you will Tom. Now what happened after dinner?”
Work Life Balance
Thomas woke in the hotel room with an incredible headache. He was late for work by the time he came online. The project was so close to falling off the deadline pace and he was the crux of the entire thing. Nothing was going to happen if he didn’t do it. Natasha was nowhere to be seen.
Thomas had passed out in half of his clothes and he reeked of expensive perfume and sex sweat. He didn’t have a change of clothes or any deodorant. He raided the hotel bathrooms and gave himself a fast soapy rub down before redressing and sprinting for a cab.
He made it to the Valkyrie office to myriad gawping eyes at his lateness and condition. He was a highly paid external consultant pulling down multiples of these peoples monthly salaries in day rates. Expectations were unforgiving. As he reached the main project room he could see Natasha delivering a meeting to the team. She looked pristine. That she was stunning was unsurprising to him, but that she looked like the angels had graced her hair was a shock.
“What time is this Thomas!?” she castigated him as he walked in the door.
“So so sorry everyone, totally my bad.” Thomas tried to address the room but it was Natasha staring him down.
“As I tell people before your rudeness, this project is on knife edge, yes? This is make or break time. ‘We all go home or no one goes home’ as you say, yes?” Natasha’s combination of distracting beauty, slightly broken English and literal authority made her an extremely challenging person to challenge in a meeting and so nobody did.
As the team filtered out of the room and back to their desks Natasha signalled Thomas to stay.
“Look Nat, about last night and..” he was interrupted by her laughter.
“And this morning? Thomas, you should be ashame. I go to much trouble to reward and this how you, how you say, return the favour?” her dead pan expression and obvious amusement were hard to interpret. Thomas didn’t know if she was pissed, playing or both.
“Yeah I’m sorry, I ju..”
“Bup bah bap nothing. No say, go do. We don’t leave till it done! Yes?” her habit of ending declarative statements with a question was cute when she was inviting him for sex, less so now that he desperately needed to change his clothes.
“Of course Natasha. I’ll get the project back on track. You can count on me.”
“Good good.” She closed the office blinds before sitting down. “Now, something else you do for me, yes?” She flicked one of her incredible legs up and away; elegantly sweeping it to the side to reveal the dark cave of sex under her skirt.
Over the next 2 weeks it felt to Thomas that he was never without Natasha. Technically he made it home alone once or twice but it all felt like a fever dream. Most evenings he was working late trying to get back on track and Natasha was always there with him, making getting back on track nigh impossible.
After the embarrassment of the hotel he’d asked for a locker at Valkyrie and made sure he had access to the showers. But he tried to take them as infrequently as possible because Natasha would always show up just after he’d gotten in. She’d start off by shoving her incredible tits in his face and stroking his dick until he was mewling to cum. Then she’d inevitably push his head down between her thighs and hold his head to the task of eating her gorgeous pussy.
Thomas was glad of the sexual attention, Natasha was the hottest woman he’d ever had any action with and he was trying his best to enjoy the experience. But it turns out eating a woman while under a shower head was a lot like water torture. Every time he’d turn his head away from the water to cough and clear his throat she’d grab his hair and pull him back into her grinding sex.
What’s more Thomas couldn’t remember the last time he’d cum. There were so many late night coding sessions under her supervision and so many shower assaults that he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had the necessary privacy and consciousness to jerk one out. And Natasha never let him finish. He tried to bring that up a number of times but she was so forceful when she wanted to be and her pussy was a great way to shut him up.
The haze of sexual frustration, constant work stress, lack of sleep and being perpetually teased was making him crazy. He couldn’t tell if he was on track with the project or not. One day he’d feel like he’d broken the back of it and an hour later Natasha would be hounding him about implementation hell setting them back.
All the while she was telling him that if he delivered the project on time there’d be a big reward for him. She’d lick her full lips as she said it. She’d grip his constantly erect penis through his pants as she said it. Thomas became convinced that if he could make his way through this that there’d be some epic sexual reward on the other side for him.
But tomorrow, and Thomas, never comes. The 4 week deadline arrived, Thomas had finished the last bug overhaul just hours before it got presented to the board. Natasha delivered the project overview with aplomb and was gone.
He’d dragged his exhausted carcass back to his place when this killer contract was finally over and found that a modest gift basket was left outside his apartment door.