Interrogation Inter Alia

INTERROGATION INTER ALIA - Chapter Eight

Mistress Emma switched back to the puzzle window and asked again, “Give me another letter, Ingrid, or I’ll go back to Steve.

It was an agonizing decision to make. “Will you stop pretending to be me if I give it to you?”

“Yes.” Mistress Emma said in a firm, definitive tone of voice.

Alfredo continued to fuck my ass with repeated hard thrusts of his deformed cock. My anus burned from the friction and made it difficult to concentrate.

“Very well then,” I stammered. “You can have an I.”

SATURDAYDRI _ _ R@YAHOO.COM

Mistress Emma quickly updated the puzzle and then switched back to chat with Steve. His window was by now flooded with questions and statements; his curiosity clearly piqued.

Sorry about the interruption, Steve…

That’s OK Ingrid…tell me about this kinky game you played!

“Please stop!” I called out loudly to Mistress Emma.

Alfredo replied, “No!” and continued to fuck my ass with even more vigor.

“I’m just going to tell him about the game, Ingrid,” Mistress Emma said nonchalantly. She resumed typing:

Well… it’s like strip poker but instead of playing with cards it’s played with letters like in a crossword puzzle or Scrabble…

I’ve heard of strip-Scrabble!

It’s like that but different, Steve - the object is to create just one word; an email address, actually, of a friend who the player thinks might enjoy playing the game…

Steve went uncharacteristically silent for a long moment.

“He’s probably masturbating now!” Mistress Emma laughed and the crowd laughed with her.

Steve – can I ask you something; something personal?

Sure

Do you ever, you know, have fantasies about me?

“Please stop, Mistress! You promised you’d stop! I’ll tell you all the letters if you stop!” I pleaded with Mistress Emma. I felt a rush of relief when I saw her type:

BRB

“Do you really want the game to stop right now, Ingrid?” Mistress Emma asked.

“Yes!” I said emphatically.

“But; wouldn’t you like to know about Steve’s fantasies? It appears he’s willing to share his with you,” Mistress Emma smiled. “Besides, if we end the game right now, everybody here in the dungeon will know Steve’s email address and they’ll be able to ask him themselves. Is that what you want? Who knows what else they might tell him about you?”

I closed my eyes tightly as I felt Alfredo’s cock push deep inside my ass. A moment later, accompanied by his wild grunts of ecstasy, I felt my bowel flood with his warm jism.

“The clock is running, Ingrid. What’s it to be?”

Alfredo unceremoniously withdrew his cock from my ass and I gasped as its fat head pulled painfully from by burning sphincter muscles. I thought of the time and asked how much longer I had to endure the humiliation.

“It’s nearly eleven-thirty. Do you think you can last the distance?” Mistress Emma grinned.

I resigned myself to fate and replied in a defeated tone of voice, “Yes, continue the game.”

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