Katrina\'s Interrogation

CHAPTER 3

 

 

In the home of Gretchen Klein…

 

The power hungry Sadist knew how to cook. She especially enjoyed a nice hot breakfast.

 

It was how she started most days, although contrary to popular belief Gretchen also believed nothing washed a good breakfast down like one of those delicious long Camel light cigarettes she so enjoyed.

 

Gretchen’s loft was her sanctuary. It displayed her personality openly. CD’s of various underground Rock and Goth bands were all about the living room floor. Vampiric Posters decorated the walls. Lipstick and Make-up kits littered the coffee table in various stages of  “I don’t give a fuck.”

 

There was a gleaming black stone table where Gretchen sat and ate or more like savagely devoured her feast.

 

She habitually poured strawberry syrup on her waffles in long exaggerated circles making sure to drown her eggs and bacon in the extra thick sticky substance, something she had started as a child and never let go. It was a deliberate tease. Gretchen gazed upward. Her blazing eyes absorbed her prisoner and future slave. She couldn’t help but to savor her trophy and could hardly control her giddiness

 

Katrina’s body language was very different. She was slumped in her bondage. Completely nude. Her arms over a suspension bar. A custom made leather collar around her neck. Her thick hips were spread far apart via an extra long spreader bar cuffed to her ankles and the omnipresent purple ball gag deep and snug in the back of her mouth. Katrina hadn’t been with out a ball gag since her arrival. She recognized it as a part of her uniform.

 

The bound Nubian goddess didn’t quite remember how she had been transported from that horror that was called a women’s correctional facility to what truly appeared to be  the devil’s den.

 

It was a cruel fate. Katrina steeled herself with the belief that her sacrifice would not be in vain. She knew her baby sister was safe. That was her sole comfort.

 

The sudden albeit vicious hunger pang reminded Katrina that she hadn’t eaten in maybe two days. With the exception of those awful force fed gruel sessions administered by that wicked bitch Gretchen and her disciples which turned into heaving vomiting events just afterwards. This was truly Hell.

 

Katrina’s anger swelled in an instant only to meet frustration. She remembered signing a document that literally gave her services over to the warden and unfortunately the sadistic bitch that now had control over her.

 

Gretchen licked her fingers excessively drawing Katrina’s attention to the demented guard’s perfectly manicured blood red finger nails.

 

“uuuuuhm this is soooo good, so sweet.”

 

Gretchen shot a knowing teasing glance right at Katrina.

 

“Not as sweet as you baby but still yummy”

 

Licking her fingers and continued her meal, making sure to emphasize her enjoyment.

 

Gretchen eyes locked in on Katrina’s body, first her toes then inched her way up. Envying the curvaceous black woman. It was a site to behold even in bondage she seemed quite powerful. Gretchen felt a tinge of jealousy slip through her daydream.

 

“Oh my I’ve where did I leave my manners?”

 

Gretchen stared over at Katrina.

 

“My dear would you like some breakfast?”

 

Katrina knew she would need to eat in order to survive. She nodded yes very slowly.

 

Gretchen smiled, deciding that now would be as good a time as any. Gretchen walked over to her bound soon to be slave with a plate of breakfast food.. Katrina looked in Gretchen’s eyes searching for some semblance of mercy. Her search found the eyes of a predator coming to finish off her prey.

 

“ I  prepared this the way I like it. I hope you find as delicious as I do.”

 

Gretchen placed the plate on the floor right next to the bound woman.

 

“You can’t eat with that thing in your mouth can you?”

 

Gretchen reached behind Katrina’s head for the ball gag strap. She knowingly unbuckled the mouth tormenting device and dropped it to the floor with out even a second glance.

 

“ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah” “Oh god”

 

Gretchen watched as Katrina worked her jaw muscles back into use.

 

“Katrina what do you say to your Mistress when she does something for you?”

 

Gretchen’s eyes were fiery orbs, Katrina knew her answer had better be the right one or she could be in very serious trouble.

 

“I- er Th-Thank you!!

 

Gretchen eyes stayed locked On Katrina’s

 

“Thank you what?”

 

Gretchen took her index fingers and thumb and applied a vice like pressure to each of Katrina’s thick brown nipples.

 

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!”

 

Katrina yelled out in excruciating pain.

 

Gretchen twisted easily and expertly knowing that the slightest snaps of her wrists would cause the most pain.

 

“It’s Thank You Mistress”

 

“Do you understand me Slave?”

 

 

“Oohhhhhhhhhh y-yesss Mistress yesssssss Th-Thank You!!!”

 

Katrina nodded her head vigorously yes.

 

 

Gretchen displayed a thin smile then slowly released the imprisoned woman’s nipples.

 

“Very well, let’s get on with your breakfast then”

 

In one quick flip. The Correction officer had scooped the eggs and bacon in the hollow of one of the waffles taking the strawberry syrup bottle and virtually drenching the waffles and it’s contents with it. Effectively making sloppy greasy strawberry syrup dripping sandwich.

 

Katrina stared at the crazed woman and the bizarre sandwich.

 

Gretchen took her right hand and entwined the captive’s hair, pulling it back and her face skyward.

 

“uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

 

“Please Mistress, Please huhhhhh”

 

Katrina seemed to know what Gretchen had in mind and was not really happy with the idea of choking to death.

 

“Oh now you can say it properly.” “Slave, you said you were hungry, this is the only way you will eat. Do you still want nourishment?”

 

Katrina knew she couldn’t fight this. That helpless feeling rattled her to the bone. Never in her life had she ever been in a situation that rivaled this one. She was the big sister and now she was in such a helpless situation it tugged at her pride. Her soul.

 

“yes mistress please yess”

 

Gretchen faced twitched with that familiar glee of pre pain pleasure. The tall pale woman commanded Katrina to open her mouth.

 

Katrina complied with out hesitation.

 

Gretchen slid the large craggy waffle sandwich into Katrina’s mouth. She forced it to the point where she could feel Katrina’s gag reflex reacting to the massive Intrusion. Katrina’s arms and leg muscles contracted with the assault. That only served to turn the tormentor on that much more. She quickly slipped behind her prisoner and added a little more weight behind her push. With Katrina’s throat properly frozen due to the massive onslaught inside her throat and mouth.

 

“Ulpgahghulpagggggulpulp”

 

The eyes in Katrina’s head were ready to explode from there sockets. Gretchen tore the Leash off of Katrina’s throat and massaged  the huge chunk of food down. The sweet sticky force fed meal slowly dragged it’s way down into Katrina’s belly.

 

“AHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHGH FfFfFfFfFFTTTTT!!!

 

Gretchen snaked her left leg around Katrina’s left leg and continued her force feeding session. It was a lustful joy. This was what the crazed guard truly fed on, the pain of others.

 

 

“NnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnNNNNnNNNNNNNNNNNNN”

 

Katrina’s Throat bulged with the size of the food. Her throat felt as if it was being scraped away and every millimeter that went down felt like a long agonizing mile.

 

That didn’t stop Gretchen.

 

“Good isn’t it?”

 

Katrina coughed manically her chest and chin flecked with bits of waffle and egg. Her thoughts and emotions spread all about her being as the blonde demon used her tongue to wickedly tease her pleasure zones behind her ear.

 

“I know this is the spot isn’t it baby?”

 

Katrina continued to choke down the last bits of breakfast.  She felt the burning in her shoulders from being hooked around the suspension bar for the many long hours.

 

Escape was the word that pounded in Katrina’s inner thoughts; it wasn’t about that fucking document anymore. This wasn’t about going to prison or having an option out of it. This was very deranged individuals using there powers to arrange this sort of trap.

 

It was the perfect scam. Gretchen continued her manipulations. She caressed the dark woman’s nipples to the point of pain but would always’s know how far to take before soothing them once again. Effectively creating a highly arousing kinetic energy. Couple that with Gretchen’s furious suckling of Katrina’s neck and the captive could feel her body giving into the carnal feelings.

 

“Uhhhhhhh uuuuhhhhhhhh s-s-stop this ohhhhhhhhhh”

 

This is not what Katrina wanted. She wanted to be angry. She found that hard when her skin sizzled with each tongue stroke across the side of her neck and behind her ear. She radiated with frustration. The muscles in her back contracted tightly her shoulders  ready to pop from there sockets from the beginning of a slow soft orgasm pulled from her will with out even so much as a look at her completely shaved pussy.

 

“Oooohhhhhhh Godddddddddddddddddddddd Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhwwww!!!”

 

Gretchen smiled and wiped a stream of drool form Katrina’s chin. The black woman head dropped in embarrassment. She spasmed and shook as the aftershocks of a soft orgasm reverberated through her body.

 

“That’s it baby, just like that, now wasn’t that much more enjoyable then fighting with me?”

 

Gretchen’s question was a rhetorical one but Katrina was slowly softening, the pleasure that the demented guard could seemingly pull out of her at will was something that she had never encountered before..

 

Katrina had been in many fights and could take pain with the best of them but this was something completely opposite. This was a well planned concoction of pleasure with spices of pain.

 

Gretchen massaged Katrina’s body once more, feeling and listening for any moan from Katrina that would signal a sensitive spot to exploit later. Gretchen focused and found many promising areas. This talent was useful in gathering nuggets of information about the victim’s pleasure zones. Gretchen knew the primary zones that could garner a reaction from nearly every woman but sometimes there was a little hidden spot that was unique to that particular woman that could be used and exploited.

 

Once she took in the mental inventory of the newly uncovered secrets that were exposed via a body tremor or a whispery moan, She slithered around to her knees looking up into her prisoner’s femininity. Katrina looked down at her tormentor. Helpless to stop what ever she wanted to do to her and equally ashamed because of her feelings about it. She had never felt such ecstasy.  Pure pleasure given to her by the mad woman who now kneeled before her poised to bring about even more sinful torture.

 

“I want you to tell me you want this Katrina, I wan the words Mistress please eat my pussy to cross your lips.”

 

Gretchen looked into Katrina’s eyes and could see the struggle that was being hatched in her mind. Katrina knew what she wanted but to say those words was another yard of ground given.

 

Katrina slowly shook her head no and mumbled the actual word no itself. It was with out conviction or substance.

 

Gretchen simply nodded with a half smile then went to work. The spreader bar did most of the work for the blonde sadist. Katrina sex was wide open, Gretchen simply placed her hands on each of  Katrina’s inner thighs. Gretchen nibbled knowingly and with pure precision. It was no secret that the inner thighs of most women was very sensitive but with Gretchen’s long serpent like tongue and the two studded piercings cemented in her favorite weapon of choice. Gretchen rested her head between Katrina’s legs and her tongue went to work on the muscular inner thigh of the black woman.

 

The effect was immediate as Gretchen used her augmented tongue to challenge Katrina’s limits. Each long thorough stroke from Gretchen’s wicked tongue set off a little explosions in the abdomen of the imprisoned woman.

 

“Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhh you bitch stop It Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

 

Katrina’s words escaped from her but deep down she didn’t want her to stop at all it  felt to good.

 

Gretchen looked up into Katrina’s dark eyes, with a meaningful and cold stare. She slapped the black woman’s ass with a skill that cause a sharp sting to resonate and burn.

 

Gretchen’s tongue continued with out breaking a stride, she alternated her tongue from inner thigh to the other inner thigh and back again substituting her techniques and not allowing Katrina to become familiar with any one  rhythm thus not giving her any way to fight the stimulation.

 

The chocolate hued body of the bound woman was now covered in sweat, she had never been as aroused as felt right now. It was an absolute fever pitch. The muscles in her legs were now walls of Iron under the extreme contraction. She wanted so bad to say those words those sweet little words just this one time. Just once to receive the ultimate release. Katrina’s hips angrily swayed and pumped to get just the barest touch of Gretchen’s skilled tongue on her pussy lips just a little lick would probably do the job. Gretchen smirked as she pulled the tortured woman close to the brink of orgasmic fury only to take her down a notch and away from the edge and then repeat the cycle all over again.

 

Gretchen looked up into Katrina’s eyes her line of sight cutting into Katrina’s spirit. Katrina sweat soaked brow and humiliation was evident.

 

“All you have to do is say the words baby and I will take you a place so amazing you wouldn’t dream of coming back.”

 

With mischievous grin Gretchen promptly went back to work, aiming to drive Katrina out of her mind with frustration. Katrina’s hips bulged with all the strength she had until finally, she cracked.

 

The words seemingly took a life of there own as Katrina heard them fall from her lips, she desperately wanted to suck them back down but she couldn’t her composure and self pride had already eroded and worst of all she knew that a large part of her wanted to say those words in fact a large part of her needed to say those words.

 

“Mistress pl-pl-pleeeeze eat my pussyeeee”

 

Gretchen Immediately took each hand and wrapped them around an ass cheek gripping with a brute physicality that Katrina had not yet witnessed in her captor. Gretchen focused her pointy nose on Katrina’s swollen clit. Her lips formed an “O” and wrapped themselves around Katrina’s hot dripping pussy. She performed a form of suction that was as intense and pleasurable slurping all the thick liquids that would serve as her reward. Katrina’s body exploded into a frenzy of quakes and spasming. Her body’s betrayal was epic. Gretchen used her tongue to probe the most inner recesses of the mocha skinned woman. She knew exactly what she was doing. It was a form of programming completely based on desire. Gretchen offered something to Katrina’s body that went beyond desire. It was something that Katrina would never know beyond these walls.

 

“UUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK”

 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR”

 

Gretchen slurped up all of the delicious cum milk that squirted in copious amounts into her mouth. Katrina’s body had waited for that moment and now it was here finally.

 

Katrina gasped and her big tits heaved into the air courtesy of her near demonic orgasm. Gretchen continued until Katrina’s body slumped in exhaustion.

 

After the first episode Gretchen slowly stood up and faced her captive. Gretchen didn’t bother to wipe off the residual cum juice from her nose, lips and chin. It glowed in the now radiant sun light of the room. The blonde woman grabbed Katrina by a fistful of hair. Pulling her head back in one motion so that the bound woman was face to face with her Mistress. Katrina’s eyes were bloodshot and the stains of tears past were on her cheeks. If she wasn’t fully broken she was well on her way. Gretchen took in these details before she spoke.

 

“Now my little slave you’re coming around, I offer you a life of pleasure where surely you would have faced many years if not decades in that horrible prison. You’ve made the right choice and I trust the warden will be most pleased with how far you seem to be coming along.”

 

Gretchen took her free hand and casually dipped them in Katrina’s lava flowing sex, Katrina tensed but still let out a soft moan of delight.

 

“Mmmmmmm so sweet so so sweet” “Here have a taste of your very own honey”

 

Gretchen placed her fingers In Katrina’s mouth and instinctively Katrina suckled. Gretchen was an excellent breaker and already Katrina felt her self giving in.

 

Katrina mind couldn’t help but ponder on the idea of this warden. The one who had made this offer of slavery in exchange for her not going after her friends and her sister.

 

Gretchen offered her another helping of her very own cum syrup, she sucked her fingers clean and did not feel at all embarrassed. A long hot tear streamed down Katrina’s face.

 

She would be alone and endure this for the rest of her days……..

 

TO BE CONTINUED