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Dr. Irina Motova buried her nose into the next dossier. It was Stacey’s accomplice under the guise of her boyfriend. He was a year older than her, putting him at 23. The photo paper clipped to the dossier detailed more of his physical appearance. He was average height, around 5 feett 11 inches, sandy brown hair cut short, and brown eyes. His name was Matthew Stevens.
This time, Irina did not bother to talk to the guard outside the holding room. She had requested Matthew be bound simply, and if the security staff could not manage that, she would see them all ‘personally’.
Matthew was waiting for her, as he should be, his hands tied behind the pole he was pressed against, his body stripped of clothes. More rope was around his ankles and knees, further immobilizing him to the pillar. Over the years, Irina found that most males responded best when brought to an initial stage of humiliation. And what man enjoyed being forcibly stripped naked in a cool interrogation room?
Like his apparent girlfriend, Matthew had been gagged appropriately with a bright red rubber ball gag. His was slightly larger, since men’s mouths tended to be larger, and the strain of holding the large ball behind his teeth showed on his face.
Once again, Irina placed her case on the table left for her, then turned to face him. He let out a muffled grunt of question as she examined him through her glasses. Unlike women, men did not possess that natural strength where force was required. Instead, they could almost be tricked into submission.
“Mr. Stevens, my name is Dr. Irina Motova,” she began politely enough. “I would like to ask you several simple questions. I’m afraid I will have to leave the gag in, so you must nod or shake your head accordingly. Do you understand?”
Matthew paused, then nodded his head, still looking very nervous and confused. Good. So far, she had already had him under an obedient control.
“You are American, correct?” she asked. Matthew nodded. Smiling slyly, she slowly began to undo the upper button of her blouse. His eyes widened in disbelief. “Is it true that American men prefer large breasts?” She undid another button. “Mr. Stevens?” He nodded, almost anxiously. Irina undid the next button, then parted her blouse, revealing her creamy bosom as her breasts spilled out bare. Bras were an uncomfortable and unnecessary garment, and Irina preferred her breasts to sit loose in the cool folds of her silk blouse.
“There are many things you would like to do with my breasts, no?” she asked alluringly, then slowly pinched the nipple of her right breast, toying with it until it sat stiff and hard. Another thing about breaking men; it was far easier to enjoy oneself.
Matthew stood, transfixed at was happening. No doubt he was wondering what exactly was going on, that surely she wasn’t here to interrogate him. Irina smiled broadly as she looked down. His cock was almost fully erect.
Leaving her breasts bare from within her open blouse, she opened her case and took from it a small plastic bag. It was filled with orthodontic rubber bands, tiny loops of rubber used on braces for straightening children’s teeth. Having worn them herself when she was a young girl, Irina had found a much better use for them since.
She squatted down, her skirt pooling high around her thighs, and took Matthew’s cock in on hand. Immediately, it flexed and grew another millimeter to its full length, becoming almost rock solid. Mathew moaned, foolishly thinking perhaps she was going to pleasure him. Such a thought made her smirk. Were all men that stupid?
Instead, she lifted his cock, revealing his loose hanging balls. With a single rubber band widened with her thumb, forefinger and middle finger, she wormed it over one of his balls, then let it snap back. The tiny circle contracted back to its original state, separating his ball into a tight, hard nub.
Matthew let his discomfort known to her as he let out a muffled roar of agony. Irina only smiled, then worked a second band over his testicle, letting it settle over the first, completely cutting it off from the other in his sac. He tried to pull away, but she held him firmly by the cock. Unless he wanted to injure himself further, all he could do was writhe.
His other testicle was soon subjected to the same treatment. Both of them now sat like tiny balloons, the surface tissue stretched tightly across them, lightly discolored. Irina was far from finished, though. A man’s genitals were best treated as a whole. She began to take more rubber bands, stretching them over and around his cock and settling them at the base of it. Matthew moaned every time one of them snapped securely, and he screamed as one broke, lashing across the sensitive skin. In total, she placed half a dozen around his cock, then straightened, fixing her skirt.
“The rubber bands will prevent the blood from leaving, Mr. Stevens,” she informed him as she replaced the bag in her case. The fangs of her sexual teasing remained in place, her blouse still parted for his ‘pleasure’. “No matter how hard you try, you will not be able to lose that erection. Unless I, of course, remove the rubber bands, but before I do that, you must answer my questions.”
Matthew nodded furiously. Research had shown that the bands alone were painful. The skin around a man’s cock and balls was very sensitive. Subjecting them to restraint, by coarse rubber no less, was very painful in itself. In addition, during arousal, the penis and testicles became even more sensitive. The lightest torments would be even worse.
“You entered this country with a woman, Stacey Duvall, under the guise of simple tourists. But I know for a fact that you are spies. You will tell me what your objective is. Before I remove your gag, Mr. Stevens, let me remind you that anything other than a straight answer will result in consequences.”
With her warning in place, she moved to his side and began to undo the buckle that held the ball gag in place. It came free coated in saliva. Matthew took a deep breath, composing himself with some difficulty at the discomfort on his cock.
“Alright,” he began with a shudder. “I entered the country with Stacey. We’re doing some traveling. I don’t know where you got this idea of us being spies, so you can –hurgh”
Irina simply popped the ball back into his mouth as she’d done with Stacey. It appeared that Matthew was going to try the same tactic as his accomplice. “There’s no use in lying,” she said as she peered into her case. First, she considered the forceps-like clamp, but then decided on the violet wand. The electric shock would be just the thing on his increasingly sensitive balls.
She switched the device on to a low setting. The glass tube at the end crackled with a dull, red light. Irina turned to Matthew, whose eyes had widened at what she held. Perhaps he didn’t know exactly what it was, but he knew it couldn’t be anything pleasant.
Dr. Motova squatted down, her skirt once again riding high up to her thighs, then firmly gripped the bulging red head of his cock between her thumb and forefinger, pulling the erect shaft up. The wand came up, hovering just away from the tight, purpling nub of his left ball. Irina’s trained hand moved it gently closer until-
ZAP
“HRRMMFFF!” Matthew roared as the tiny jolt of electricity arced onto his skin. Irina’s wand was powerful; even the lowest setting was strong.
“Silence your cries, Mr. Stevens,” Irina drolled as she withdrew the wand, only to bring it close once again. Electricity crackled and buzzed as the end of the wand gently kissed his testicle. Matthew screamed again, Irina speaking loudly to make herself heard. “Surely an experienced operative such as yourself is familiar with electricity.”
The wand buzzed again and again, focusing all of its power on Matthew’s ball. He bucked and squirmed under the rope, but the post he was bound to made his attempts to avoid the sizzling wand impossible. Deftly, Dr. Motova continued the treatment, running the glass tip up and down again and again. Eventually, the skin turned red from irritation, shading his testicle a darker shade of purple.
“Shall I continue with the other?” she asked mildly during a pause, over Matthew’s shuddering whimper. “Or are you ready to tell me what I want to know?”
He didn’t even wait for her to remove the gag. His pleas and cries came through the rubber ball without end. The gag talk told Irina that he was merely pleading for her to stop, and with a slight roll of her eyes, she brought the wand to his other testicle, turning his pleas into screams.
She turned the setting on the wand higher, thoroughly running it up and down the curvature of his bound ball. All the while, the man whose cock she held twisted wildly in vain attempts to somehow relieve the pain.
When Irina believed to have administered enough torment, she ceased the electricity. “I’ll ask you once more, Mr. Stevens, before I move to your penis.”
She undid the gag, and Matthew let out a shuddering breath, then licked his lips. A string of drool dribbled down his chin, left from the gag. “I don’ know anything. We’re just tourists. But…Stacey said she had something she had to do tonight, but she wouldn’t tell me what. I just assumed- ugh.”
Irina had heard enough, and once again pulled the ball back into his mouth by the straps. “Thank you Mr. Stevens,” she said, adopting a pleasantly sweet voice, as if they were in another setting altogether. “Of course, I’ll have to look into what you say.” She raised an eyebrow. “You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you?”
He quickly shook his head, and Irina looked amused. Perhaps Matthew wasn’t a spy after all. Perhaps he was just a tool for Stacey Duvall to make her look more inconspicuous. Or perhaps he was coldly trying to shift the blame on his unsuspecting girlfriend, biding himself time.
At any rate, it looked like Irina had to examine Stacey again. She checked her watch. The clamps and weights that were applied should have had more than enough time to settle in and loosen her tongue. Before she left though, there was one more thing she had to take care of.
When Matthew shook his head, Irina chuckled, then gently patted his cheek. “Of course you would not lie. I think you know that being truthful has its benefits. Continue to be of help, Mr. Stevens, and perhaps I’ll even reward you…” To emphasize the point, she reached down and closed her palm around his bulging shaft, giving it one smooth, slow stroke. He cooed in surprise and pleasure at her gentle touch.
Irina took one last item from her case, a small, smooth ended cylinder. “Do you know what this is?” she asked her subject. Matthew shook his head. “It is a urethral probe. You are an educated man to understand exactly what this is for.” In the slim case he didn’t, she pressed the probe to his head, gently swirling it around the slit. Matthew’s eyes went wide as he realized it, then grunted. Irina laughed again. “Relax my dear. I would never dream of using this on you…unless of course you are lying. So why don’t I just leave this hear for you to remember that?”
She took one final orthodontic band and looped it just past the crown of his head, then stuck the probe between it and rubber, a little token of what was to come if he decided to be difficult.
Irina closed her case and redid her blouse, making sure everything was back to its original state before taking her things and moving back to Stacey’s cell.
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