Katrina\'s Interrogation

CHAPTER 2

 

 

Katrina’s eyes were wide open, yet there was not an iris to be found instead there were only the milky whites of her passions. Tears forced themselves out and into a steady flow.

 

Essentially Katrina was suffering from an overdose of pleasure.

 

She had never suffered in this way. Abused both physically as well as mentally

 

Gretchen turned on the vibrators last night and wouldn’t cut them off until this morning. For Katrina this was a very trying on her will. It was an endurance test that her body did not win. Gretchen watched via the monitors in the control room as Katrina’s body rocked with violent orgasmic quakes all night.

 

It was a glorious night for the sadist Gretchen, the more violent Katrina bucked in her Iron bondage the more Gretchen sizzled with her own furious self manipulations. She was ferocious with her womanhood bringing herself to a shrieking climax at least six times. After the sixth she simply lost count.

 

As the sun began its rise over the horizon. Gretchen decided that her fresh new prisoner and play toy had had enough.

 

Gretchen gathered herself and realized it would be a good thing to freshen up before seeing her “guest”. She was giddy all over with devilish ideas for the day. Slipping into the shower she looked over and grabbed her favorite lathering lotion. The thoughts had already taken root in her dark mind and it was a pleasure gift she would satisfy right in the midst of the hot shower.

 

 

Katrina eyes were seemingly frozen in the back of her head where they had retreated some 2 hours ago. The disturbing open whites of her eyes were visible and open quite wide. The still trembling black woman was oblivious as she stood in a syrupy puddle of her own sweat and cum juices. Perspiration flowing down her body through her natural curves reflecting the rising sun as it now stood over the horizon. Scorching it’s way once again into the small oven box that housed the would be defendant.

 

“uuuuuuuuuuuuruuuuruuuuuuuururruurrurururururururururruh”

 

The sound gurgled from Katrina’s throat. She was trapped in a pleasure device that was created especially for this. The warden considered it the softening process but then again the warden had a well earned reputation for using all forms of persuasion to get what she wanted out of a prisoner.

 

Gretchen slipped into the small door and stood frozen. She stared at the black woman’s glistening shuddering body. Gretchen wondered silently if the woman even knew she was making those animalistic guttural sounds. The Blonde prison guard absorbed every Inch of the captive as she began to get closer. She mercifully flipped the switch to it’s off setting.

 

The tension and weight of the room dropped.

 

Gretchen slid behind Katrina her arms wrapped around the imprisoned woman’s torso. It was truly a deliciously wicked thrill to feel the shuddering remnants of ghost orgasms flowing just underneath the skin of Katrina.

 

“How you feel honey?”

 

Gretchen whispered In Katrina’s ear. Her long tongue uncurled to lick the black woman’s lobes, the effect was that of a small lightning storm igniting in Katrina’s belly and emanating outward. She dissolved into a series of convulsions. It was a G-spot attacked with pleasure centers still so raw every nerve ending ripped open with the slightest of stimulant.

 

“AAAAAAAAAAAaahahahahahahAHAHAHhahhaAHAHAHA!!!”

 

Katrina tugged at her bondage weakly, It was simply her instincts reaching out craving freedom. Her body glowed in the hot sun light peering at her through the bars. The bulbous sky blue ball gag was still lodged deep in her mouth. The Vibrators although turned off were still inside of her. A violation that humiliated her every second. Never had she known this sort of degradation.

 

As Gretchen continued the unending molestation. With the Dildo’s on their off settings Katrina could finally form a solid thought. Her mind began to rewind back to the events that led to this unfortunate imprisonment.

 

The plan was perfect. Naja was a seasoned bank officer who had worked her way up the chain only to have her color become her enemy. Trapped in an endless political circle where her carmel skin became the reason her white subordinates were treated much better then there superior. It was frustrating situation that Naja couldn’t stand anymore. As the token black employee in upper management. That fact began to amplify itself in Naja’s mind.

 

Katrina remembered how heated and passionate Naja was on the night she layed out the plan. She spoke with the fire of a Baptist Minister who had been touched with the Holy spirit.  It  was a very well thought out plan. There was only a matter of feeling in the last two postions.

 

Katrina’s baby sister Jessica was there when Naja delivered her passionate speech and plan and was damn determined to be a part of the operation. Despite Katrina’s initial objection Jessica argued her way in. Both Naja and Katrina concluded that the closer the group the better. Trust would have to be an absolute.

 

Elizabeth was the last addition. Known as “Lizzie”.

 

With a few last minute adjustments. The four women were ready  to go.

 

They would hold up the city bank and take be half way to Canada before the anyone caught wind.

 

The next series of events became a blur.

 

Katrina remembered a security guard appearing out of nowhere. Naja was in the safe and Jessica back was turned. Katrina felt time slow as she opened fire on the big guard. She watched him crumble to his knees and take his last breath. Seeing that turned her legs to lead. She had never even dreamt of taking another human beings life and now she  just did. Naja was now coming and running at full speed observing the wounded guard and at her now mentally paralyzed friend.

 

Katrina distinctly remembered her friend calling her name urging her to come with her to RUN. Katrina wanted so badly to obey her friend’s command. She couldn’t move. She stood motionless.

 

Naja ran on to the door Jessica met her there. Katrina only looked up and could only see the horror in her best friend and sister’s face as there vision were trained on what ever  was happening behind her .

 

“Freeze!!!!”

 

“Put the gun down and turn around NOW”

 

The Police had arrived, The perfect plan had been rendered insignificant. Katrina’s eyes found the door where her friend and sister had been. Lizzie had come around right on time and picked the two of them up.

 

Katrina placed her hands on her head. Obeying the officers as they approached.

 

The light was like a sledgehammer to her senses.

 

Katrina strained but couldn’t open her eyes. The sheer weight of the light on her senses was incredible.

 

“Hello Katrina Mitchell, I would like to welcome you to your new home.”

 

The voice was echoing across empty walls. Katrina felt herself completely out of the fog of her mind. Realizing she had just had another haunting dream of the events that would eventually land her in this predicament. This mad house. As the captive  eyes caught up to the situation she was in.

 

The room was a small dingy cream colored shoe box. Even the furnishings were dingy and gray. Katrina was bound to a chair with chains. She had been fitted with the slinkiest of undergarments. Before her was an orange table with a variety of different items.

 

In a tin bowl was what seemed to be oatmeal or some other grayish gruel like substance.

 

There was a document as well. In front of her viewing was a mirror. Katrina was pretty sure she was being watched. The hunger pangs struck her all of a sudden and that gruel became enticing.

 

The chair was made of a wood and steel. More out of wood with steel poles drilled into it for the simple matter of holding someone there against there will with rope or in Katrina’s case chains. Katrina pulled at her bonds again. It was truly a hopeless feeling to have the bonds not move at all. Her head sinked into her chest as she wondered when would this nightmare end.

 

“Katrina!!!”

 

Came the voice from the speaker in the corner of the room.

 

Katrina slowly raised her head. The ballgag working her jaw muscles and tongue into a torturous submission.

 

“I know what you’re thinking right now. You’re wondering how did you end up in this little hell hole. Well Katrina I can alleviate your curiosity.  I am Warden Susan Bless. I am the  supreme power here. This is my little hell hole. They send evil murderers like yourself to me. My job is to Vacuum the information from you in an effort to capture your friends in your failed bank caper.”

 

Katrina felt her stomach sink. This was clearly not what she expected.

 

“There is how ever an alternative”

 

Katrina’s head leaned to one side eager to hear anything that would take her out of this position. The Chains were heavy against her skin. Movement was an effort and the red bruises from them were already evident and chaffing.

 

“In front of you is a contract. A very special contract. It’s a contract for your services. You will in effect become my property. A servant of sorts to what ever my wish may be. You will become my slave Katrina.”

 

“mmpppppppppppppphhhhhphhh !!”

 

Katrina vigorously opposed that idea by shaking her head no.

 

“mmmmnnnonnnnoonnmmmmmph!!!”

 

There was a detection of laughter in the warden’s voice.

 

“Katrina really explore your options here, we have the video footage of you shooting a bank guard. A man who will never see his family again. You took him from his wife and daughter. You and you alone are responsible for that. You will go to jail for the rest of your life. Arizona summers are unforgiving. Imagine being in the minature oven from which you were just extracted. You will spend your quality years rotting in a tiny bake oven. Years slowly ticking by as your flesh prepares for the morning broil session.”

 

Katrina’s wall collapsed and tears flowed heavily. The guilt was like a python slowly squeezing her spirit out of her.

 

“oooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaay”

 

“ooooooaaaaa”

 

That was the best Katrina could do to speak but she slowly nodded her head yes.

 

“Very good Katrina, you’ve made the best choice. I will have Gretchen pay you a visit, so you can sign the documents.”

 

A few minutes passed by as Katrina heard the door clicking with excited key movements.

 

It was that devil Gretchen. She was wearing a mock security guard outfit which consisted of very short latex shorts knee high black laced boots and a matching black latex bikini top. Her officer badge dangled on her neck by a steel chain. She walked in clearly happy with the agreement struck between the warden and the prisoner.

 

“I’m so glad you’ve decided to stay with us Katrina, It would have been a shame to send you into population. I wouldn’t have really enjoyed stomping through that stinky place just to find you.”

 

Gretchen worked the ball gag out of  Katrina’s mouth, as well as unlock the chains in such away that allowed Katrina’s right arm and hand a bit of freedom.

 

Katrina Punched Gretchen just as soon as her arm became liberated. It wasn’t a great punch she lacked the leverage but it most certainly hurt and stunned the blonde guard.

 

“AAHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAH!!!”

 

Gretchen grabbed her side just under her ribs. It was a dull sting resonating.

 

“Ah dammit you stubborn little slut.” I’m trying to be nice to you here.”

 

“What by enslaving me, how is that nice you freaky bitch?”

 

Gretchen smiled and gathered her composure. She made an effort  to slowly slink over to Katrina’s chair and settle herself on the black woman’s lap. Her lips a mere breath from Katrina’s very own.

 

“First if you ever do that again I’ll make sure that stint in the box seem like a holiday feast compared to what will happen to you next.”

 

Gretchen kissed Katrina on the cheek as the prisoner fought the urge to punch her tormentor again but decided better against it. The torture chamber was something that she could not easily forget. The helplessness slid back into Katrina’s conscious mind and no matter how hard she fought. Tears begin to stream down her face.

 

“I-i—I”

 

Gretchen placed a pen in Katrina’s hand and gave her the document to sign making sure to stay a safe distance just in case Katrina decided to be insubordinate once more.

 

Katrina signed the document and knew her life had just been given away.

 

Gretchen glowed and knew that this play toy would be one that she would enjoy for years to come.

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED