Interrogation Inter Alia

INTERROGATION INTER ALIA - Chapter Three

Speak as if you’re speaking directly to Steve...

Mistress Emma’s words resounded in my head. I couldn’t for a second imagine what I’d say to Steve but any talk of preference to suck his cock over Alfredo’s certainly wouldn’t be the first thing. The thought that Alfredo had just had his cock in my mouth was still too fresh to think of anything else. I closed my eyes for a moment to conjure an image of Steve’s face in my mind. I imagined what his facial expression would be if he was right there in front of me at that moment. He’d see me naked and shackled to the chair; knees apart and fully exposed. What would he say? I imagined his hearty laugh at my predicament; his resolute, hands-on-hips stance to suggest he’d do nothing to intervene on my behalf. The thought caused my skin to break out in a rash of goose bumps.

The squeaky sound behind grew suddenly loud. I blinked open my eyes to see Mike; the metal trolley with the noisy wheel he pushed soon appeared in front of me. A laptop computer on the trolley revealed what appeared to be a crossword puzzle application. In the 1 down column were letters that spelled out STEVE. The row 1 across was incomplete:

SA_ _ _ _ A _ _ _ _ _ _ _ @YAHOO.COM

“A little cryptic?” Mistress Emma grinned. “There is another big screen on the wall behind you so everybody can follow the game.”

The inside of my mouth went suddenly dry; a sensation of cold numbness spread from my fingers and toes up my limbs in what felt like a rush of mild paralysis. I wanted to protest that Mistress Emma had cheated in the arrangement of letters that now gave away the first letter of Steve’s email address, but was speechless.

“Is it beginning to look familiar?” Mistress Emma asked.

I stared unblinkingly; my mouth agape at the screen.

Mike handed Mistress Emma something. It appeared to be an aerosol can with a long, thin plastic rod that protruded from its nozzle. “Are you going to tell us the other letters?” she asked as she held the can in the air and gave it a few test squirts.

I had no idea what came out of the nozzle; an almost invisible cloud of something that vanished as quickly as it had appeared. “No,” I replied in an uncertain tone of voice.

Mistress Emma leaned close and aimed the long nozzle directly at my left nipple and asked, “Are you sure?”

“No,” I replied again, held my breath, and braced for the unknown.

A blast of something icy cold stung my nipple. I shrieked loudly, unsure of just how much it would hurt and stared at my nipple for any sign of damage. There didn’t appear to be anything on my nipple but it ached briefly as if it had been temporarily frozen.

“I’ll ask you again; are you sure?”

“No,” I replied and then watched helplessly as Mistress Emma blasted my nipple a second time. She held her finger pressed tightly on the button and I screamed as the intensity of the coldness increased to the point where I feared my entire breast would freeze and then shatter. “No! No! Stop! I can’t take any more!”

Mistress Emma let the spray linger a second longer and then stopped. “It’s just compressed air,” she laughed. “It’s not going to kill you!”

My nipple had shriveled and stiffened so tightly it throbbed in agony. I desperately wanted to free my hands so I could soothe it but was powerless to move, or to defend against any further assault. “I’ll tell you another letter!”

“That’ll do for now,” Mistress Emma said. “What is it?”

My thoughts were so focussed on my stinging nipple that I couldn’t think straight. “T,” I mumbled. “The next letter is T.”

Mistress Emma smiled as she added another letter to the puzzle:

SAT_ _ _ A _ _ _ _ _ _ _ @YAHOO.COM

She then reached into her pocket and retrieved a set of clover clamps. The sight of them reminded me of a hard limit I’d removed from the list I sent to Mistress Emma and I cursed my foolishness under my breath. I briefly considered the surrender of another letter to avoid the pain I knew was imminent but also realized barely half an hour had transpired. It was by now also the case that I had serious reservations divulging Steve’s address; especially so publicly to people I didn’t know at all. It would be the release of a genie I was sure I’d never be able to return to the bottle.

As Mistress Emma pinched and warmed my chilled, tingling nipple I whispered to her, “Please Mistress, isn’t there something else other than this?”

“You could tell us the rest of the letters,” she replied in a way that was direct and uncompromising.

I stared deep into her eyes and gave her a pleading look for mercy. “Please?”

“I’ll tell you what,” Mistress Emma released my nipple and stood up straight. “If you wear the clamps for fifteen minutes...”

I nodded, enthusiastic and agreeable.

“I’m not finished yet,” Mistress Emma said sternly. “If you wear the clamps for fifteen minutes and moan very loudly while Freddie licks your cunt, I’ll remove them and move on to something else.”

The prospect of Alfredo touching me in any way made me feel queasy but I nodded just the same and listened as Mistress Emma added a catch.

“There are ten letters to go,” she said, waving her finger toward the computer screen. “Your *performance* will be scored out of ten at the end, if you last that long, and if it’s not a perfect score, the difference will be made up in letters. If you can’t go the distance, I’ll consider it your safe-word and reveal Steve’s complete address. Are we clear?”

My heart sank and I began to tremble.

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