“Over my years of work I have found many ways to get a confession, however pain is very close to pleasure and I have seen many women convulse in ecstasy while I work on them.”
There was a scoff of indignity from Zoë and muffled grunt of protest from her husband.
He looked at her passport as he spoke.” I have already asked you miss… Zoë, are you a bitch? If you are you’ll come many times from my handy work like a bitch on heat before your plane leaves.”
Zoë shook her head, ” No, no, no! No way you fucking filthy pig. I’ve changed my mind. I want to see who’s in charge.” She couldn’t believe what he was saying so casually.
“Miss Zoë, ” the interrogator said, laughing with and slapping the watching officer fondly on the back, “I am in charge, as far as you should be concerned.”
His manner then changed.
“Undress now you fucking white cow or I’ll personally castrate your husband long before he reaches the prison.”
Zoë looked at Jon he was shaking his head but was completely helpless, outside there were gun shots and screams. The airport was starting to disintegrate into a riot. The two men moved menacingly closer.
She had no choice it was beginning to dawn on her. She had maybe an hour before the plane left, probably less before their prison truck arrived. There was so much confusion and anarchy outside who would notice them gone. She bit her bottom lip thinking through her options. It took her seconds to realise she had none.
She slowly slipped her straps from her dress allowing it to fall to the floor. The men admired her long thin naked body, small pert breast and the slightest of thong panties. Her legs curved up from heels to an hourglass waist hips looking fuller than reality against her 20 inch waist. Her skin began to sweat instantly with nerves and heat. She saw the expressions of lust on the men’s faces.
“Please what are…uhhhhhh?”
The two men had not waited for her to finish they were on her strong hands gripping her wrists, other hands on her ass and inside the strap of her panties.
“Get down on the table, ” they ordered both working hurriedly, Jon writhing in his seat.
She gave grunts of embarrassment as they laid her on to her back along the wooden table. The men held a knee each opening her legs hooking the insides of her knees onto the corners of the flat surface so her calves hung down and with her feet stretching her toes hung less than a foot from the floor.
She gave a embarrassed, hesitant grunt. She was on her back thighs provocatively wide her thong barley hiding her wax pussy. She felt like she was on a hospital bed about deliver. But these were no doctors. Her head was dizzy, the heat, the situation moving too fast. She was on her back and now they had rope in their hands!
The interrogator now showed his expertise in restraint by tying a small but firm cord around each of the cute woman’s big toes. He then pulled the rope taut fastening the other end around the base of each table legs. Now she was bound in this open exposed position.
Zoë put her hands over her groin and thong panties in embarrassment but the men gently took a hand each then purposefully moved them away, then the officer pulled her wrists over her head and together.
“It is easier if you’re fully bound, ” he said looping a rope around her wrists then using the back legs of the table to securely bind her hands.
Zoë was panting and sweating heavily her small perfect domes bobbing up and down her head tilting trying to look down over her chest, over her flat tummy to between her thighs. She could see her husband sat gagged, facing her looking straight between her open legs
“Oh god please.”
The officer stood back and folded his arms. “Now my small friend show me what you claim you can do.”
The interrogator smiled and nodded as he admired the prostrate woman.
The struggle had made Zoë s body become a torrent of perspiration she was glowing a rich bronze her soft skin looking like she had applied all over tanning lotion. As her chest rose and fell in pants the men resisted the temptation to grip and squeeze her ripe hard domes.
Snap! She heard her husband gruff moans as her thong came away.
Zoë’s pussy was almost bare just the slightest trimmed line of hair from her slit tip towards her belly button. The sweaty skin glistened like she had already been aroused the beads forming around her bare entrance.
“Oh god stop please ugh ohh no oohhhhhhhhhh!”
The mans hands pushed her thighs wider though she was stretched adequately his thumbs pressing either labia opening her slit the pink flesh inside brilliant against her darkening hot skin.
“Ohh, no stop stop touching meee uggggg!” She nipped her lip as his thumbs continued to open her pressing up towards her clit.
“Ah there it is.” He said almost to himself.
One hand pressed either side of her entrance pushing down opening her private place his other hand at work fingers nipping and circling attacking her bud with soft tender touches and hard biting pinches
Zoë’s arched her back trying to lift and bring her legs in but the cords pulled on her big toes keeping her long legs wide open. Her neck muscles showed as she tried to pull her arms back over her head but once again it was useless
“Unnnnnnnn!” She gritted her teeth eyes close trying to ignore his pressure.
The man was indeed an expert.
As her husband watched on in horror the interrogators fingers tickled and pulled, the man talking to himself as Zoë cussed and sobbed. “Yes, yes good girl, ah, ahhhhhh there good uh good.”
“Lift her head.” He said looking at the mesmerised officer.” Let her have a look at what I’m doing.”
The big black man pushed a hand under her neck making her look down at the kneeling man.
“Uggggggg nnnnnnnnnnnn!” She gritted her teeth then looked to the ceiling in embarrassment as she saw his bald head down between her thighs.
He had his hard tongue inside her hole, rimming her muscled entrance lapping at her clit.
“Your wife taste very nice, ” he said wiping his chin of spittle. He burrowed in again flicking his tongue inside her. filling her slit with saliva.
“Hmm yes so hot so wet. Tight as well.” He turned his head to look at the captive man. “What do you fuck her with, a pencil size cock?”
The two men smirked; Jonathan’s eyes unable to look away from the awful scene.
“You filthy fucking bastagggggg uggggggg!” Zoë couldn’t finish her sentence as his teeth nipped her clit twisting and tugging, finger still close by parting and widening.
He pulled back and stood, bending over to press his hand on her tummy the other hand held high to swipe.
Tap…tap…tap…tap
His hand was slapping direct onto her swelling slit mound
“Ohhhhhhh ohhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!” Zoë couldn’t help it. With sweat in her eyes her neck like a river she gave an embarrassed groan and aroused gasp.
Tap, tap, tap, tap!
He was getting firmer and quicker her mound bouncing at the blows her skin red and wet.
“Is she aroused?” the officer asked.
The man looked at her. Examine her, see for yourself.
Zoë gave a pitiful grunt as the big man pushed a fat finger inside her. He smiled twisting it around like a demented worm is a moist hot tunnel.
“Yes I think she is.” He said impressed with the man.
No, no, no! She moaned bucking making the table almost jump. I fucking hate it you bastards.
Her eyes were fiery her words full of venom. But she blushed with growing embarrassment the man knew what he was doing.
The man gave a dismissive wave like a frustrated school teacher. “What does it matter if you hate it?”
He continued to tap then rub then tap,
The officer held her nipples between his fingers and thumbs testing the hardness then gave each globe a full palmed grope.
“Such wonderful hard tits, excellent, ” he laughed looking back at her husband
“OohhHHHHHHHH!You fucking bastards! She screamed, both men a little concerned that the passengers outside might hear.
The interrogator continued his finger tip slaps of her pussy, hammering away at her mound Zoë gritting her teeth in shame at her body’s arousal.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhh!”
The interrogator moved towards a black bag sat on a desk.
He opened it as Zoë and Jonathan both watched from their captive positions, both panting in fear.
“Oh God!” Zoë cried. The man had removed a brilliant silver speculum. Like a cock split down the middle it could be manipulated to open like a miniature jack, pushing apart whatever it was pushed into.
The man placed it on the desk and returned to his spread-eagle bitch. He pressed his finger onto her bud rubbing vigorously his other hand bent underneath slipping two long fingers up into her pussy bending them so they pressed on the roof of her pussy wall
“I’ll make you come now and then we can have a look inside your dirty wet hole.”
“No you uggggg fucking ahhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhh ugggggggggggg!”
The finger on her clit was making her see spots in front of her eyes, but now his two internal fingers were pushing up searching for her G-spot
“Oh shit ahhhhhh ohhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” He found it.
“Yes, yes, yes!” He cheered her on his hand pressing in all the right places.
Zoë’s body was rigid her eyes out on storks. Her neck muscled looked like they would rip as she strained teeth gnashing her finger nails biting into the rope and palms. She caught the eye of her husband looking at his wife legs spread wide groining bucking and as their eyes met she came in a horrid, fantastic, screaming climax.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaah, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh, ukkkkkkkk oh, oh, ohhhh, OOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
The table rattled as her legs tried to kick free her back arching, hard nipple tits thrusting upwards.
“Jeeeeeezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!”
She threw her head back in exhaustion and red faced embarrassment.” No, no, nooooooooo!”
The rebel officer wiped his brow his pants holding his rampant hard cock. Any thoughts of releasing her just yet after that performance were well and truly dismissed.
Zoë rolled her head eyes closed moaning to her in self pity.
“Why me? Why oh why?”
Then she had more immediate concerns, “uh uhhhhh ooooooh”
The cold sliver phallus was inserted up her pussy. She felt the split cock push deep inside until the cold wings at its base pressed either side of her labia.
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