Interrogation Inter Alia

INTERROGATION INTER ALIA - Chapter Twelve

The sight of the camera that Steve had set up to video his session with me caused me to shiver and tingle pleasurably. Steve stood at the foot of the bed and stared unblinking at me. I drew up one knee and bent it over the other; a mock display of modesty I hoped arouse him. He smiled, leaned over the bed, took hold of the toe of my shoe, and pulled it to hold my offending leg high and spread.

I squirmed on the dirty mattress and gently twisted my foot; the pretense of a mild struggle. Steve held the shoe tightly with one hand and deftly undid its lace with his other hand. It slipped off my foot and he threw it over his shoulder without looking to see where it landed. He then dropped my foot to the mattress, grabbed hold of my other foot and removed its shoe in the same manner.

Now, completely naked and helpless, I watched silently as Steve coiled another thick hemp rope around my left ankle. He wrapped it twice and then secured it with multiple, very basic knots; the kind I recognized as difficult to release quickly.

“What if somebody suddenly comes into the shed?” I asked; a slight waver in the tone of my voice.

“What do you mean?” Steve asked. He continued to bind and secure my other ankle so my legs were spread widely.

I wriggled my fingers and toes and raised my head from the mattress. The view over my lewdly spread legs, through the open door and down the corridor to the entrance door alarmed me. “I mean, the knots you’ve tied don’t look like they could be easily untied in a hurry if anybody came into the shed.”

“They’re not meant to be easy to undo,” Steve grinned. “They’re supposed to prevent your escape. Go on; try and escape!”

My head dropped back on the mattress and I struggled in the ropes. The burning itch of the ropes prevented me from too much of a struggle and I admitted to Steve that I was completely at his mercy.

“Yes, you are,” He glanced back over his shoulder through the open door and then back at me. He then grinned at me as if to suggest he actually expected company.

“Is there something you’re not telling me?” I asked nervously.

Steve’s lack of response disturbed me. He moved around to the side of the bed on the other side of the camera. He kneeled and placed his hand over my pubic mound; a finger lightly pressed into the furrow of my slit and he began to lightly rub. I closed my eyes and briefly tensed in anticipation of the pleasure I felt would quickly ensue. Within a minute I felt his finger dip into my pussy; the juices flowed immediately. He then turned his attention to my clit.

I moaned softly at his touch. The tight grip of the ropes that held me spread caused me to think of the way he not only had me physically at his mercy. I was also emotionally vulnerable; dependant on him to give me the orgasm I began to crave. All the while he said nothing and I dared not open my eyes for fear he might stop if I did.

The orgasm was close. I whimpered praise to Steve for the way I said he turned me on.

“You turn me on too, Ingrid,” Steve whispered. “Are you ready to take my cock in your butt?”

I smiled a little smile and whispered, “Yes.”

Steve started to untie my left ankle. I glanced down at him a couple of times as he struggled with his knots and laughed softly. “I told you so!”

“Don’t laugh!” he replied with a wry laugh.

I looked down again and saw he’d abandoned his attempt to untie the rope from my ankle and instead; he turned his attention to the other end of it which was tied off to the leg of the bed. It took several minutes for Steve to finally release my itchy ankle and it still trailed a long length of rope.

“I’m not going to have time to until the other one,” Steve said. He held my left foot aloft at the end of the rope and then dropped it to the mattress. He then unhitched his shorts and pushed them to his ankles.

I smiled at the sight of his erect cock. It was a handsome cock of a size that I found appealing. It even reminded me of a dildo I had at home; not one of the obscenely large ones that only a porn star could possess. It wasn’t small either. Rather; it was a healthy, slightly larger than average size that reminded me of a dildo I owned and really enjoyed.

Steve stepped out of his shorts and climbed onto the bed. The mattress sagged under his weight and the wire springs under the mattress groaned loudly. He scooped up my left leg and draped it over his shoulder; an action that slightly rotated my hips and spread my legs widely in a way that allowed him to get his cock close to my ass. He paused in that position for a moment to retrieve a tube of lubricant from his shirt pocket.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations of the cold gel he pressed with his finger into my anus and the sounds of him then masturbating more of it onto his cock.

I felt the head of his slippery cock prod blindly around my ass before it finally found its target. His body weight suddenly shifted and I gasped as his cock penetrated me with unexpected speed.

“Slowly!” I whispered.

Steve shifted position again and my ass was rammed with the remainder of Steve’s cock. I moaned loudly and grimaced while he warmed up his hard cock with a series of quick thrusts of irregular rhythm. After a minute or so of this I heard Steve begin to groan. The tempo of his thrusts increased; the strokes of his cock shaft became long and steady.

“Oh fuck, Ingrid!” Steve grunted.

I could tell from his labored gasps for breath that he was close to his climax. His steady rhythm escalated into a frenzied assault on my ass.

“Cum, Steve!” I panted shamelessly. “Cum in my ass!”

I massaged his cock shaft with my anal sphincter muscles as he fucked me hard and begged him to cum in my ass.

“Fuck!” Steve gasped. “You slut! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Steve thrust his cock all the way into my ass and he hugged my left leg tightly. I could feel his whole body tremble against my leg and then; the sensations of warm jism in my bowel. I tensed and relaxed my anal sphincter muscles to help fully drain his spent cock.

“Fuck, that was good!” Steve said breathlessly.

“Mmm!” I replied; I felt lost in a dream. The embarrassing sounds of Steve’s cock as it withdrew unceremoniously from ass made me blush.

“What are you doing, Steve?” I asked.

“We’ve still got half an hour, Ingrid. I’m not finished with you yet,” he said with a wink before he squatted down to again secure my left leg in its spread position. I closed my eyes again and relaxed as comfortably as I could.

“I’m going to get cleaned up, Ingrid. I’ll be back in five minutes,” Steve said.

I blinked open my eyes. “What? You can’t leave me like this!”

“I have to,” Steve said. He quickly wiped his cock with an old rag and then stepped back into his shorts. “I’ll be back in a few minutes!”

“You can’t leave me like this! What if somebody comes in?”

“Nobody will, Ingrid. Besides, I need to get a knife to cut off the ropes; that will be much quicker than me trying to untie them,” Steve rushed from the room toward the exit.

His reasoning made sense but I remained in a heightened state of anxiety; anxiety that quickly turned to panic when I realized Steve had left the door of the room open. I looked up to see him just as he reached the exit door. The lights in the cavernous storeroom went out with a clunk, the door opened to bright sunshine, and Steve’s silhouetted shape disappeared out into it.

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