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Katrina’s Interrogation
By
Cheetah Onyx
In the Devil’s soup bowl
The Heat In Arizona is a brutal merciless entity that bathes you constantly in it’s drenching jaws of heat.
The room was designed for the occupant’s suffering in mind it was a trifle over six foot in height and just and a tad under four foot wide. The Prisoner’s arms are clamped at the wrists with heavy metal bands attached to oily black chain links that are connected to the concrete roof of the box, which has 3 feet of its height embedded into the earth leaving two small barred openings meant to let in the unrelenting morning star upon its guest.
The isolated black woman was never to feel any semblance of relief or mercy. A Large Ball gag pulsed deep within her mouth as she fought for a clean breath as it only serve to amplify the steady stream of saliva flowing from her bottom lip. That she learned had to be a constant or she risked choking to death on her own saliva. An unbearable humiliating death that she wasn’t keen on suffering . Shackles emanated from the Floor and were locked around each one of her ankles. Katrina’s legs were spread wide apart to ensure the prisoner had no chance of resisting the Twin Invaders buried deep within her vagina and anal cavities. Two Grayish Black studded dildo’s pitch forked from the floor and were cruelly drilled deep within the orifices of the proud prisoner..
Katrina Mitchell settled into her day the same as she had
the previous one before it. It was
Katrina was not a weak woman. She had fought against her captors tooth and nail but it only seemed to get her into more situations like this one.
Time seem to move at a snails pace as the sun stripped precious energy from the nubian woman. She was fortunate enough to fade into a semi sleep state until she heard something familiar……
“Klik Klik”
The sound of the lock opening on the door of her cell was always unsettling. It meant that Gretchen the bitch guard had returned and the coming hours would not be pleasant.
“Hello my love, did you miss me?” The Tall Statuesque top heavy guard spoke mockingly as she slithered through the small door. Her short blonde hair cut and slicked back eagerly displaying her brunette rooted crown.
“It certainly was a hot one today wasn’t it? The Veteran Prison guard’s body was a testament to a history of piercing 4 loops in her each ear a new bull ring in her nose and only trumped by the evil looking tongue piercing. She displayed with pride her tongue was used as a weapon at times. Katrina was not sure if today would be one of those times.
“Are we still being stubborn dear Katrina? All you have to do is tell us about your crew and we can let you out of here.”
The taunting guard walked around Katrina in order to look at her captive straight on. She observed the stream of drool flowing down the valley of her ample naked mocha breasts.
Gretchen licked her lips with her long tongue and examined the thick nipples on the black woman’s high set perfect c cups.
Katrina eyes locked in on the eyes of her tormentor and burned with hatred. Gretchen looked back into the eyes of the prisoner and registered the anger and that was enough to ignite a small pleasure wave through her body.
“Let me get this out of your mouth baby, you can’t talk to mama with that big ol’ nasty ball gag in there.”
Gretchen carefully unstrapped the ball gag from Katrina’s mouth and Katrina felt relieved instantly but couldn’t pass up an open opportunity to strike out at her captor with a quick bite that missed the blonde guard’s fingers by mere millimeters.
“Why you sneaky little cunt, I would have thought a few days in this oven would have tempered that sour attitude of yours but I guess I was mistaken.”
Gretchen gave Katrina a quick stinging slap across her jaw.
“WHAP”
Katrina’s face snap to the left and hung in place for a few intense seconds before the woman in bondage was capable of gathering herself and pulling back to meet the guard’s gaze once more.
“Marvelous you are such a toughie, I’m going to really enjoy breaking you down. I want you to fight me to I don’t want it to be easy. It makes the breaking that much more fulfilling when it’s done.”
Gretchen smiled but it had little traces of humor to it. Gretchen was a sadist. Inflicting Pain and Misery was what she lived for and currently she had found her dream job.
“Well Katrina you want to tell me anything about your little gang.”
Gretchen pulled out a folded piece of paper form her pocket and quickly examined it.
“Let’s see and a very busy bunch you were, Knocking over 4 federal banks in 3 weeks. Oh and this is the most Interesting part. You and your gang were involved in a bit of a shoot out at the last bank and three officers were shot one bank guard was taken hostage the two of the three officers were fatally wounded and one is in the hospital in critical condition.”
Gretchen folded the paper nonchalantly and placed it back into her pocket.
We have you on video tape you were apprehended with part of the merchandise. Gretchen slaps Katrina across the cheek again this time with a little more knuckle.
“WHAP”
I can do this all night Katrina, what’s it gonna be?
Katrina feels the sting of the slap this time it burns a little deeper. This time It wasn’t a love tap. Gretchen meant business. Katrina’s head slowly rolled back and Gretchen met her face with yet another stinging slap. Harder still then the one before it.
WHAP!!!!
Gretchen grabbed Katrina’s chin and pulled her face forward to face her own and was surprised when the woman summoned enough strength and will to spit in her face.
A low hoarse voice spoke finally.
“fuck you”
Gretchen wiped the thick saliva from her eye and cheek. She looked at her subject’s body completely from head to toe. She stared at the two phallic devices that splayed Katrina open. She allowed her self a mischievous half smile.
“Katrina I want you to really understand where you are before we continue.”
Gretchen waited a moment before continuing looking around the small cube.
“This is a private facility Katrina funded by one of the Lillian Bastion. Justin case you don’t know she’s the wife of Oscar Bastion the Software Billionaire.” This is essentially her little playpen.
“It’s 536 women residing in this prison and trust me when I say your current predicament is nothing.”
Katrina looked at Gretchen, her eyes glowing with defiance.
“If that’s a threat it’s not a good one. If you have to kill me bitch then by all means do what you need to. I’m not afraid to die!!!”
Gretchen allowed herself another smile.
“Bravo well said, but you have to understand. It’s not your death that I’m interested in. It’s information that will help us track down the rest of your little trifling team.”
Katrina looked at Gretchen and said nothing.
“Ok I can see right now that you don’t want to be cooperative in that effort. Let’s see what will happen after I leave you for another 14 hours with these little monsters turned on.”
With that statement Gretchen reached for a small dial on the bottom of the dildo base. Katrina chest heaved involuntarily with the new sensation. Here eyes grew big and a quick gasping moan escaped her lips before she could stop it and regain control of herself. Gretchen reached out with her hands and expertly cupped Katrina’s firm breasts. And begin to massage them vigorously.
“Have you ever been pleasured beyond comprehension?”
Katrina eyes slightly flickered and Gretchen’s experience eyes could see Katrina struggling to keep her composure.
“No. I didn’t think you had.”
Gretchen watched as Katrina eyes were already beginning to flicker with pleasure.
“It’s going to be a very long time in this position sweetie. By the time I return you will be a quivering mass of cum pudding.”
Katrina mouth opened at let loose a low guttural growl.
“GrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrOOOrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr”
Gretchen smiled and eased through the small opening for the box leaving Katrina alone to deal with the cruel devices.
TO BE CONTINUED….
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