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 Author: anonymouse
Title: Interrogation Inter Alia
Part: 4
Keywords: Fdom/F, M/F, BDSM, Humil, Oral

   INTERROGATION INTER ALIA - Chapter Four
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   Mistress Emma summoned Alfredo and together they squeezed and tweaked
each of my nipples so they could be gripped securely in the nasty jaws of
the clover clamps.  The pain when they bit down was excruciating; a pain
that was surely evident to everybody in the way my face screwed up when I
gritted my teeth.

   "Your time starts now," Mistress Emma said.  "Go on, beg Freddie to lick
your cunt!"

   It felt extremely degrading to vocalize the words but I consoled myself
with thoughts that it was all part of an act.  "Please Alfredo..." I
whimpered.

   "Alfredo?" Mistress Emma laughed out loud.  "Call him Freddie!"

   I glanced at Mistress Emma and then at Alfredo; his ugly face beamed
with a lecherous grin.  "Please Freddie; please lick my pussy..."

   Alfredo just stood and stared; unmoved by my mumbled plea.

   "You'll have to do a lot better than that, Ingrid.  Beg him like you
mean it!  Tell him how desperate you are to have his tongue in your cunt,"
Mistress Emma said.

   I arched my back, thrust my hips forward and spread my knees to more
obscenely expose my pussy.  "Please Freddie!" I said loudly and with as
much desperation as I could muster.  "Please fuck my cunt with your
tongue!"

   "That's better!" Mistress Emma said.

   Alfredo dropped to his knees between my legs, wrapped his arms around my
hips and pulled them forward so my pussy could meet his mouth.  His breath
was hot and moist; his tongue wet and slippery as it immediately lashed the
furrow of my pussy.  I gasped, closed my eyes and momentarily held my
breath.  "Yes Freddie!" I panted loudly and moaned delight.  "That feels so
good!  Mmm!"

   "Louder," Mistress Emma said.  "Tell him how you like it!"

   "Mmm!  Freddie, your tongue feels so nice!  Fuck me with your tongue!" I
inwardly cringed at the sound of my own voice and the vulgar, humiliating
invitation I was forced to make.

   Alfredo's tongue poked and prodded for several minutes until at last it
fucked me like a small slippery cock might.  I whimpered and moaned
ecstatically and slowly surrendered to the pleasurable sensations of his
moustache rubbing against my clit.  "Yes!  Oh yes!  Fuck me with your
tongue!"

   All the while Alfredo lavished attention on my pussy my nipples felt
painfully trapped in the clamps.  Whenever I opened my eyes my vision was
blurred through tears; tears of pain, humiliation and increasingly,
sensations of pleasure.  Alfredo soon turned his attention solely to my
clit.  He sucked it into his mouth, swirled it around with his tongue, and
then briefly released it.

   "Oh yes, Freddie!" I called out in a voice that felt disembodied from
me. "Oh god!  Yes!"

   The perverse delight was intense; breathtaking.  I no longer cared it
was Alfredo pleasuring me.  He sucked and toyed with my clit in ways I'd
never experienced.  He was like a ravenous man; eating my clit with the
ferocity of a wild animal.  Every now and then his teeth would take hold
and I'd shriek.  I shamelessly called out his name between grunts and
groans of debauched pleasure.  "Oh god!  Freddie!  You're going to make
me..."

   My body suddenly began to shudder uncontrollably; my hips gyrated in an
effort to press his mouth even more firmly against my tantalized clit. 
"God!"

   Freddie continued to suck and lick as my senses were jammed by wave
after wave of orgasms.  I flicked my head from side to side and made noises
so filled with the expression of my perverse arousal, they would have
terrified me had I not been in the state I was in.

   "Do you want me to stop?" Alfredo said; his face peered up from between
my thighs.

   "No!  No!  No!" I wailed.  My senses were all completely overwhelmed and
confused; I sobbed as tears flooded my eyes.  "Please don't stop!  Just a
little bit more!  Please!"

   "I think she's had enough, Freddie," Mistress Emma laughed.  She glanced
at her watch and then at me.  "Your fifteen minutes are up, Ingrid."

   Alfredo slipped his arms from around me, crawled a short distance and
then rose to his feet.  An anxiety filled moment ensued during which the
tears stopped streaming from my eyes.  I looked up expectantly at Mistress
Emma; unsure of whether or not she was pleased with my performance.

   "Not too bad, Ingrid," Mistress Emma said.  "I'd say..." She paused for
dramatic effect.

   I held my breath and waited for the decision which I desperately hoped
would be a perfect score.

   "Five out of ten," Mistress Emma finally said.

   "Five!" I said the word soundlessly and my mouth remained open.  I
cleared my throat and then asked; my voice hushed with disappointment, "Why
only five?"

   "Do you really think you deserve more?" Mistress Emma asked seriously.

   I grimaced as she picked up the chain that connected the two clover
clamps and pulled until my throbbing nipples were sorely distended.  "Yes,
I really do!"

   "Really?" Mistress Emma raised an eyebrow and then released the chain.

   "Really!" My voice was suddenly loud and shrill as I watched Mistress
Emma turn to the computer and tap in another letter.

   SATU _ _ A _ _ _ _ _ _ _ @GMAIL.COM

   "Please stop!" My protest was urgent; my panic level shot off the scale.
"What do I have to do to get a better score?  Please tell me!"

   When Mistress Emma turned back to face me her lips were peeled back in a
broad grin; her eyes sparkled in a way I sensed reflected something truly
wicked she had in mind for me.

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