Interrogation Inter Alia

INTERROGATION INTER ALIA - Chapter Ten

For the next several minutes Mistress Emma’s guests groped my breasts and pussy. I heard voices around me quietly converse about how good the party had been and how they couldn’t wait to find out what might happen next. Steve’s name was frequently mentioned and each time I heard his name I thought of him; and how much things had now changed between us. I also felt a peculiar sense of arousal that he now would be in no doubt of my kinky desires; aroused by the thought it would be impossible now for me to convince him otherwise. My senses swirled and reeled in the darkness of the blindfold.

“That’s enough, everybody,” Mistress Emma’s voice came from a distance in front of me. “It’s time to get off the stage; the party is almost over.”

I turned my head this way and that in an attempt to hear what I couldn’t see. The sounds of footsteps receded across the wooden floor and down the steps of the stage. Then I heard the squeaky wheel of the computer trolley approach from directly in front of me. In a flash of panic I contemplated the possibility that Mistress Emma had sent the photos and then invited Steve to watch via video chat as her guests groped me. The trolley stopped a short distance in front of me.

“Did you have a fun evening, Ingrid?” Mistress Emma spoke in a manner that suggested she was thrilled with the way everything had turned out. “Tell the truth now,” she added.

“Yes,” I mumbled.

“What was your favorite part?”

“I’m not sure,” I replied honestly. For the most part, it had been a terrifying and painfully humiliating experience.

“What?” Mistress Emma sounded incredulous. “Don’t you remember that Freddie licked your cunt so well that you had a shameless orgasm as a result?”

“Yes, I remember,” I replied. The memory embarrassed me so much I felt my neck, face and ears burn with a blush.

“Or, what about how you sucked Mike’s cock? Did you like the taste of his cum?”

Mistress Emma’s questions made me recall the flood of his slimy, lumpy jism in my mouth; its salty taste and the residue of it I thought I could still taste on the roof of my mouth. I didn’t reply.

“Or, what about when your nipples were tortured? That was a new experience for you; did you enjoy it?”

I winced at the memory of the pain caused by the clamps.

“Did you like the cold air on your nipple?”

I shivered. “That was scary. It was so cold it was painful.”

“Would you like some more of that?”

“No!” I shook my head emphatically. Then, with no warning at all, I heard the puff of air released from the aerosol can and felt my right nipple touched by coldness. Another quick sound of air released chilled my other nipple.

“I can see you like that, Ingrid. Your nipples are now as hard as marbles!”

A very strong, sickly sweet scent suddenly filled my nostrils; a perfume that smelled like candy. I felt the smoothness of a woman’s face against the side of mine and her breath on the side of my neck. Her arms reached around from behind me and I felt her fingers, soft and warm, sensuously squeeze my chilled nipples. I hunched my shoulders and turned my face away when I felt her warm, wet tongue tickle my ear. I giggled briefly and then steeled myself to endure the tickle.

“Are you hot down here?” Mistress Emma asked.

My vulnerable clit was unexpectedly touched by a freezing breath of cold air.

“Which would you rather be, Ingrid; hot or cold down there?”

Mistress Emma gave my defenseless clit another longer blast of frigid air.

“Hot! I want to be hot!” I shrieked; the freezing pressurized air stopped.

“You want me to warm you up?”

I gasped breathlessly at the warm touch of Mistress Emma’s fingers already on my clit. “Yes,” I moaned softly. I gently nibbled my lower lip and reveled in the sensations of Mistress Emma’s fingers on my clit and the sensuous touch of the other woman.

“And what about when Freddie fucked your ass, Ingrid? Did you enjoy that?”

“No…” I mumbled and tried to block the humiliating memory from my mind.

“Sure you did. Tell the truth,” Mistress Emma said.

After a long pause during which she expertly teased my clit to a high state of arousal she asked another question that made me tingle with pleasure.

“Ingrid, what did it feel like to be fucked in the ass by Freddie while I chatted with Steve?”

“It was thoroughly humiliating,” I replied honestly.

“Do you think Steve would like to fuck your ass?”

The question caught me slightly off guard. “I don’t know,” I mumbled the lie.

“Would it be more humiliating than being fucked in the ass by Freddie?”

“No,” I confessed honestly.

“Then, you’d like to have Steve fuck you in the ass; right?”

I became increasingly difficult to think when pleasurable sensations escalated through my entire body.

“How does he fuck your ass in your fantasies? Does he have you tied up?”

“Yes!” I gasped; reminded of one of my most frequent, perversely thrilling fantasies that involved Steve.

The manipulations of my nipples and clit became more frenzied.

“How does he have you tied?”

Every question Mistress Emma asked pushed me closer and closer to an orgasm. “He…he has me tied face down and spread-eagle on an old bed in the storage shed behind his office at work,” I said. The blindfold combined with the efforts of Mistress Emma and the other woman made it easy to clearly visualize the scene. I started to moan loudly.

“Tied down on a dirty old bed; is that how you dream it? Steve…and his maintenance crew; they strip you naked, force you face down onto the bed, and then take turns to fuck your ass…”

It was as if Mistress Emma was giving a voice to the wild fantasy that played in my mind. “Yes!” I gasped and moaned. “Oh, yes!”

“The thought is enough to make you orgasm; isn’t it, Ingrid?”

“Yes!” I almost screamed to release the overload of pleasurable sensations.

“Orgasm for me, Ingrid,” Mistress Emma said.

The blindfold was suddenly removed; I blinked to adjust to the light of the computer screen in front of me.

“Now, Ingrid; show Steve your orgasm face! Show him now!”

The sight of Steve’s bearded face on the screen; the instantaneous awareness that he’d seen everything; the overwhelming sense of confusion and mixed feelings; all these things combined to ignite the most intense, sustained orgasm I’d ever experienced. It shook me violently. Tears welled in my eyes and I closed them to leave the image of Steve’s twisted grin etched in my mind’s eye.

By the time the orgasm subsided I was utterly exhausted and completely unconcerned by Steve or anything.

“Say goodnight to Steve,” Mistress Emma chuckled.

I stared blankly for a long while at his face on the screen. “Goodnight…” With my senses slightly recovered, I couldn’t bring myself to say his name out loud.

“See you tomorrow, Ingrid,” Steve said.

The last thing I saw was a wink from Steve and then Mistress Emma closed the chat program. The puzzle window re-appeared:

SATURDAYDRIVER@YAHOO.COM

It dawned on me that tomorrow was Saturday…

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