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….
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
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.
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
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.
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
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
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