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 Author: anonymouse
Title: Interrogation Inter Alia
Part: 7
Keywords: Fdom/F, M/F, BDSM, Humil, anal

   INTERROGATION INTER ALIA - Chapter Seven
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   Mistress Emma left Steve's chat window open for a moment while she
walked to a rack of canes and whips; Steve's parting message *I'm here -
just buzz me* loomed large on the screen.  She then turned her attention to
me.

   "We're nearly there and it's only ten-thirty!" Mistress Emma said
happily.  She swished a cane through the air and struck the side of her
thigh-length leather boots.  She then said to Mike, "Get the spreader bar."

   I felt filled with dread.  Mike quickly returned and squatted in front
of me.  Alfredo joined him and together; they widely spread my legs and
locked my manacled ankles to each end of the bar.  As they did this
Mistress Emma switched windows on the computer again to bring up the puzzle
window:

   SATURDA _ DR _ _ _ R@ YAHOO.COM

   "Will you divulge another letter now or will I have to cane it out of
you?" Mistress Emma walked behind me, raised her arm holding the cane high
and waited for me to respond.

   Canes had always terrified me and I had never consented to being caned
in the past.  However; it was another of the hard limits I'd thought I
could drop from my list and so I knew I only had myself to blame for what
was about to happen.  "You'll have to cane it out of me," I mumbled.

   "What's that?" Mistress Emma asked, even though I was sure she heard me.

   "You'll have to cane it out of me," I said more loudly and firmly in an
attempt to be brave.

   "Alright then; have it your way," Mistress Emma laughed.

   I heard the cane whistle through the air behind me and a second later; I
felt a blindly sharp sting on my defenseless ass.  It instantly brought a
hysterical scream from my mouth, carried on a complete lungful of air, and
left me gasping for breath.  A second blow quickly followed and then a
third.  I danced on my toes in a futile effort to avoid the stings of the
cane.

   "Another letter?" Mistress Emma paused to ask.

   I could barely focus my attention and sobbed, "No!"

   For the next several minutes Mistress Emma rained fire down on my
burning but until I completely broke down in tears.  "I'll give you another
letter..." I sobbed and gasped a mouthful of breath between every syllable
of every word.  Tears continued to drop from my cheeks onto my breasts;
saturating me.

   "Aww!" Mistress Emma mocked me and then said, "But I was just getting
warmed up!"

   "If I give you another letter will you stop caning me?" I asked; the
breath returning to my lungs.  My butt cheeks felt inflamed with welts.

   "Yes; just give me a letter."

   I blinked more tears from my eyes so I could see the big screen and
thought for a moment about the most obvious choice; the letter that
everybody had probably already guessed.  "I'll give you a Y," I said.

   "That's very slippery of you, Ingrid, but I'll accept it," Mistress Emma
grinned.  She then updated the puzzle:

   SATURDAYDR _ _ _ R@ YAHOO.COM

   "Only three letters to go and all the time in the world to get them from
her!" Mistress Emma announced loudly to the crowd.  It broke the silence
that had descended on them and people cheered, hooted and clapped.

   I felt exhausted; my arms ached and I could feel the calf muscles in my
legs twitch in anticipation of cramps.  "Please Mistress; I can't stay in
this position much longer," I whimpered.

   Mistress Emma walked up to me, reached up and gave my fingers a quick,
hard squeeze.  "OK boys, you'd better get her down."

   Mike caught me in his arms when Alfredo unhitched my manacled wrists
from the chain above.  He half-carried, half-dragged me back to the wooden
chair and made me stand facing its seat.  Alfredo took hold of my manacled
wrists, pulled me forward to lean over the chair, and shackled them to the
hooks on the top of the chair back.  The spreader bar was blocked by the
front legs of the chair and it forced me into an uncomfortable position
leaning forward over the chair with my ass thrust provocatively back at the
crowd.

   "Should I buzz Steve and invite him to video chat with you, Ingrid?"

   "No!" I shot back my reply without a thought.

   "I'll buzz him anyway and see what he's doing." Mistress Emma switched
windows on the computer and brought up Steve's message window.  It vibrated
and rang loudly with the buzz sound.  Steve's status changed to *available*
almost immediately.

   Mistress Emma then turned and asked Alfredo, "Freddie, how would you
like to fuck her ass?"

   My stomach suddenly churned and flipped somersaults.

   "You bet!" was his instantaneous reply.

   I watched helplessly as Alfredo rushed off to get lubricant that he then
proceeded to masturbate onto his cock as he returned.  Mistress turned back
to the computer; Alfredo stood behind my back and dribbled lubricant into
the crack between my butt cheeks.  Its coldness made me shiver; Alfredo's
finger penetrating my ass made me gasp.

   Steve's greeting was followed by a second impatient question: *Ingrid -
are you there?*

   *Yes, I'm here, Steve.  Wow!  What a night!*

   I watched in horror as Mistress Emma, pretending to be me, typed to
Steve and Steve, thinking it was me, eagerly responded.

   *Really?  What's happening?*

   The words no sooner appeared on the screen than Alfredo pressed the
obscene and disproportionately sized head of his cock against my tight
sphincter muscles.  He immediately began to apply pressure and I hung my
head in shame as I felt him slowly penetrate my ass.  I glanced up at the
screen and Mistress Emma was again typing:

   *You'll never believe this party I'm at!  We're playing the most amazing
game!*

   I watched helplessly and felt Alfredo's cock begin to slowly fuck my
ass.

   *Tell me about it, Ingrid!*

   I sensed Steve's excitement from the way he made so many typo errors.  I
also dreaded what Mistress Emma might tell him next.

   *Well...*

   *I am at a friend's place playing a kinky game...*

   I wanted to call out for Mistress Emma to stop but the words froze in my
throat.  "Don't tell him!" I gasped each word under my breath as Alfredo
pumped my ass with his cock.

   *Tell me more, Ingrid!*

   *Well, have you ever played strip poker?*

   I watched as Steve's message window remained silent before he finally
replied:

   *HAHAHA!  YES!*

   *Oh, you have, have you, Steve?*

   *YES!*

   *BRB*

   Mistress Emma left him hanging and turned to me.  "Have you got another
letter for me, Ingrid?"

   -=0=

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