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Archive name: intear.txt (FFF/M, reluc, military)
Authors name: Gaius (pec@richmond.infi.net)
Story title : Interrogation, The
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The Interrogation (FFF/M, reluc, military)
By Gaius (pec@richmond.infi.net)
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With the advent of women's liberation, it was inevitable
that the army would change. Slowly over the years the
supposed gentler sex had made inroads into every branch
of the armed service. Women were now driving jeeps in the
army, sailors in the navy and even artillery officers in
the marine corp. One branch however had not been
integrated, the XRG project.
This secret branch of the army was in charge of counter-
espionage, interrogations and black operations. Col.
Brian Stuart took a dim view of this female intrusion
into his old boys club and it took everything he had to
contain his sarcastic tongue as he congratulated the new
female recruits on the completion of their training.
Although he did not want them in his outfit, on all other
fronts these new 'soldiers' pleased him very much.
Surprisingly enough, these were not the typical rug
munchers who are normally the female trailblazers into
the army. They were three, very attractive and
intelligent women, who under normal circumstances he
would be hitting on like there was no tomorrow.
The Coronal was a very attractive man. Standing 6'4" tall
his rugged good looks and well-sculpted body constantly
had every female on base checking out his rear guard
action. He was extremely proud to have reached the rank
of Coronal by the age of 34 and even more proud that his
first assignment in his new rank was this extremely
important company.
Sandra Stevenson came from a long military tradition and
was immensely pleased to have been accepted into the
prestigious group. Statuesque at 5' 1" tall, Sandra was
extremely well built. Although strictly professional, she
knew how to use her golden locks, lovely tight ass and
extremely well endowed chest to her advantage when the
occasion arose.
Dominique Bardone was the mystery girl. Raised in the
Haiti, her sensual Latin good looks and incredible ass
belied a devilish sense of fun that lay just beneath the
surface. Known to play hard and work hard, every man on
the base dreamed of worshipping at her lovely posterior.
Monica Diminetti rounded out the troika. With long red
hair and a perfect face, her fiery hair and equally
flammable personality perfectly rounded out the trio of
female archetypes. Wild to the core, Monica had the
reputation that a night with her would kill a lesser man.
Only the stoutest of heart need apply to her bedchamber.
Col. Stuart addressed the new troops.
"All right ladies, you have now passed the basic training
course required for admittance into this company, but
while running the risk of a lawsuit, it would be
unconscionable for me not to express my extreme doubts on
your capability to perform this job."
"Permission to speak freely?" Sandra asked in her monotone
military quip. Col. Stuart nodded his agreement.
"I know what you are eluding to Col., and I think you are
mistaken," she continued.
The Col. slowly raised his eyebrows.
"You think women are too weak to make good interrogators.
You see us as interlopers and are only allowing us in
because you are forced to, am I right?"
Without saying a word the slight smile on the colonels
face spoke volumes.
"The other female cadets have talked about this and we
don't want to join a club where we will obviously not be
allowed to succeed. Either you will respect us as you do
the male soldiers or we will go elsewhere. So all of us
have agreed that we will either earn your respect or
quit, no questions asked."
With this both Dominique and Monica nodded their
agreement. Col. Stuart could not believe his ears.
Although impressed by their courage he did desperately
want them out of his company. The thought of some
estrogen laden, bleeding hearts crying over the poor
prisoner's feelings they are interrogating filled him
with dread and disgust.
"What did you have in mind?" he asked quizzically.
Sandra continued "What we have planned is that you give
us 48 hours to show that our interrogation skills are not
only adequate, but superior to those you have taught us.
If we prove that to you, not only will you allow us the
respect we deserve, but we should also all be promoted to
Lieutenant immediately."
"Listen ladies, I know what you are trying to do, but due
to the Geneva convention and the rules of engagement for
the US Army, torture is not allowed. We deal in indirect
intimidation without physical harm. I am sure that if..."
"Pardon me for interrupting sir, but we promise we will
not cause the prisoner we have in mind any physical harm,
and we will gather any and all information we are
required from him using our methods." Monica blurted.
Although a bit annoyed at being interrupted, Col. Stuart
asked who they had in mind for the prisoner.
"Why you sir!" Dominique exclaimed.
With this Col. Stuart could not refrain from busting out
in hysterics. Were they mad? Did they not know that
interrogation was his specialty? After regaining his
composure, he agreed; certain that ultimately victory
would be his.
The agreed upon format was that the girls had 48 hours to
get Col. Stuart to reveal the combination to his locker.
This way they could independently verify, by opening the
lock, whether they were successful. No violence could be
used and in no way could they permanently harm the
cornel, but they could do anything else they wanted. If
they were unsuccessful they would resign.
At 6:00 AM the next day Col. Stuart awoke from his sleep
aware that his arms were immobilized and he was blind
folded. "Very good girls" he thought to himself as he
recognized some of the methods he taught them. When he
tried to move his feet he found that they too were
shackled to the bed. He was now completely helpless and
spread-eagle.
Finally after what seemed like hours in the silence and
the darkness he felt three pair of feminine hands run
their nails down his chest. Col. Stuart jumped. This was
quite ingenious he thought, sensory deprivation, very
good.
After another hour he felt the tell tale coldness of
steel scissors as they began to cut away his boxers.
Although he was intent on hiding his feelings, the idea
of being spread eagled and completely naked in front of
three attractive tormenters both excited and humiliated
him, but he did not show any outward change in his
composure.
Hours marched on and the lack of sight or sound, or even
feeling began to weigh on his mind. How long had he been
here, an hour? A day? Quickly he tried to focus his
thoughts on the issue at hand.
After another hour he jerked as he felt three pairs of
hands lathering him up from neck to toes with soap. What
were they doing he wondered. When he felt the razor run
down his chest he knew. He was getting pissed off now.
Even though he was assured of victory, he could not
imagine the ribbing he would get from the guys at the
gym.
He visibly flinched as the razor scraped away the hair on
his balls. Now free from fur, he was amazed at how
sensitive his skin was. Perhaps it was a combination of
the sensory deprivation and the erotic situation but he
felt his cock slowly harden. After a few minutes he was
harder than he had ever been in his life.
The sounds of zipping and clothing hitting the floor
tormented him more than anything had so far. Oh how he
wished he knew what was going on. When he felt one of the
ladies climb up on his chest, he could sense her smooth
bare legs hugging his freshly shaven chest. He began to
salivate as he began to twist in frustration. Still, none
of the girls had said a word to him.
The feel of one of the girl's long hair being swished
over his aching cock and balls caused him to whimper. Oh
how he wanted release. Please if only they would touch
his dick! He struggled to cause his blindfold to move as
the scent of a very moist pussy indicated its presence
just out of his reach. Without thinking, he slowly
extended his tongue in exploration.
Finally it hit the mark, as he tasted the mystery woman.
Which one was it he wondered? He stopped with a jerk as
he felt two other girls climb onto the cot, their naked
cunts moistening his legs as they straddled him. This was
torture! He strained as he heard the cap of a tube being
removed.
The feeling of the warm oil being slowly poured over his
throbbing cock and balls was unbelievable. He had not
been this horny since high school. Slowly, deliberately,
he felt one pair of hands begin stroking his shaft.
Another slowly rolled his balls in their sacs while
someone began licking his left nipple. While he moaned in
pleasure he face was smothered by the wet wide-open sex
of one of the girls.
Ohhh she tasted sweet as he ran his tongue over her clit.
He thought he heard a muffled squeal and this made him
think he just might win. Maybe the mystery hand job was
being given by the owner of this fine pussy he was
eating. Maybe she would want release as much as him, get
carried away and finish the job.
After a few minutes of this he felt his balls begin to
tighten. This was it, he thought, the moment of truth.
Just as he was reaching the point of no return all
movement stopped, except for the constant grinding of the
pussy into his face.
"Noooo!" he gurgled nearly drowning in love juice.
As he bucked wildly, his cock bobbing helplessly in the
air, causing all three girls began to laugh. To further
add to the torment, he could feel their hot breath
blowing just inches away from the source of his
frustration. No one touched his dick until it began to
grow soft again, then, diabolically the whole process
repeated itself.
Over the next 24 hours Col. Stuart was under constant
assault. Brought right to the brink and denied release he
also systematically ate each girl to orgasm six times.
Finally in a burst of exhaustion and sexual frustration
he screamed, "RIGHT 32 LEFT 6 RIGHT 19!!!"
After his confession he felt one of the girls jump off of
him. After what seemed like an eternity he distinctly
heard a voice say, "That was it!"
Now whimpering with horniness Col. Stuart begged for
release, removing his blindfold he squinted to adjust to
the light.
Sandra spoke first "You know Col. you have disappointed
us. You only lasted 24 hours, we had you booked for 48!
I think we need to use the time you allowed us, don't
you?"
Col. Stuart almost burst into tears as Sandra sat down
hard on his face again. As she wiggled her ass over his
nose her skilled hands began their tortuous ministrations
again.
"I wonder what else we can get him to spill?" she cackled
as he moaned in despair, trying desperately to breath
through her ample charms.
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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