Interdiction

I checked my daily schedule it was full, the curse of this job is so many reports to write. Too much paper work gets in the way of the action, I would have to delay my next escapade till tomorrow. I buzzed down to holding and ordered them to bring a suitable subject up. She had been arrested earlier this morning so wasn’t ready for interrogation yet, she had adopted the standard plan of non-cooperation most of our guests of her kind adopt. She was an anarchist being asked to grass her mates to the security services, conspiracy and the state two things that were against everything she believed. I’ve watched these tough little girls come in here and break by the dozen over the years, it’s just a matter of patience, by their whole nature of being into direct action, lack of activity is what they can’t stand, it frustrates them. They come here expecting the third degree but they don’t get it instead nothing happens, pretty soon they’re begging to be beaten up in the cells. Not only to break the monotony, but to feel something familiar is happening, something they were lead to expect would happen if they got taken, they feel reassured and subsequently don’t break. My job then is simple, it’s to make sure nothing they expect to happen does actually happen, to keep them confused and feeling disorientated, it’s called interdiction.

       

The girl was lead into my office by the duty officer, she was 20 years old, about 5 foot 2 inches and had medium length straight dark brown hair. I was surprised to see how pretty her face was and slender her figure, leftwing women can be such dogs. She wore her office worker disguise, a white blouse and below the grey knee skirt and matching jacket, it was a shame to hide such a figure. Her name was Patricia White, she was a member of an anarchist group that had laid it’s hands on some embarrassing information about some illegal arms sales by our country to a regime we are not to supposed to be trading with under international law. She had done it by getting a job as a clerk in the sales office of the company that manufactured the arms and had copied the information from a computer. Then she had tried to leak the information to the press, that’s how we got alerted when the editor of the newspaper she approached this morning contacted us. We picked her up immediately but she didn’t have the disk on her, that’s where I come in. I must retrieve all copies of the information before the rest of the group get wise and  contact French or German publications which print what they like unlike the British ones.

       

She stood at the door of my office beside the duty officer, her hands were handcuffed behind her back, she had said nothing, not even her name since we picked her up. My office is quite large about 6 metres in width and 9 in length. At one of the narrow ends is a window with my desk in front, I sit with my back to it. The only door is on the long left side wall as I sit at my desk, towards the far end. In front of my desk is a chair and all the usual office features are there, filing cabinets, shelves, paintings on the wall and even a water dispenser. But they are all in the two thirds of the room towards the window, the far end is empty, apart from the door. Even the carpet only covers the front two thirds of my office, the empty area simply has polished floorboards.

I didn’t look up as she entered but continued with my paperwork. The duty officer led her across the floorboards to the back wall where a thick ring was inserted in the wall at neck height. From this ring hung a two foot chain with a collar attached. Before she realised what was happening the duty officer had fastened the collar around her neck. Pinning her to the back wall, hands behind the back, with two feet of movement only, this was not enough for her to sit down, or even kneel down, she would be forced to stand until I decided to let her go.

I set about ignoring her letting her plight get on her nerves. Initially she tried to pull free and pace a little but found if she misjudged when to stop she could jolt her neck, so she settled on leaning against the wall. I could sense the frustration in her, she had expected to be being interrogated not this. In the cell her mind had gone over what she would say to me as she refused to talk, the accusations of fascist and collaborator she would make, but I wasn’t giving her the opportunity, she began to realise it would be a battle of nerves, but was unaware it was a battle I would win.

After and hour my secretary buzzed through and told me my first and only appointment for that day had arrived. It was Tony Brown from records, he was bringing over some files I needed to complete the report I was writing on my last interrogation, he didn’t need to do it personally, we were old mates and it gave us both an opportunity to skive. He entered the room cast a sly glance at the girl in the corner and smiled at me, I could see what he was thinking, lucky bastard I’ve got a pretty one. He then ignored her for the rest of the time he was there, he knew the game I was paying all too well. We chatted about past drinking sessions we’d been on and gossiped about others in the office and after about forty–five minutes he left. As he left the girl glanced in his direction as if hoping to attract his attention an make something happen, but to her annoyance but he ignored her.

That afternoon I took a two hour lunch break by the time I arrived back it was three in the afternoon. For the rest of the afternoon I got on with my report and the girl spent her time stretching and pacing to relieve the stiffness and leaning against the wall to relieve the tiredness of her legs, but constantly twisting and turning from the discomfort of leaning on the wall and it stopping her circulation. At five o’clock I gathered my briefcase, put on my coat, closed the blinds and made my way to the door. The girl realised what was happening and stood up straight thinking she’d be leaving too, but I walked over to the door ignoring her. For the first time she lost her composure panic set in a she realised I might be leaving her for the night. The thought was in her mind was this a trick, would the duty officer be back to put her in her cell. She half stammered out some words, but she didn’t know what to say. I turned to her put my finger to my lips and made a ‘shoosh’ noise and said to her ‘Don’t say anything.’ I locked the office door behind me and went home.

Several times that night I thought about the Patricia, what she must be thinking, and going through. With the building lights off the room would be pitch black and her legs must be really tired by now. She must have realised by now nobody would be back till the morning, she was tired, cold, uncomfortable and alone in the dark. Time would pass slowly for her each of the sixteen hours would seem like several, she would cry out from frustration. She would be left with nothing to do but think, dream and fantasize, in the dark her imagination would run away with her every creek she heard from the building would spark ghostly fear in her. The last few hours in the morning would be the worst as she would hear the other office staff arriving pinning her hopes on every noise she heard from outside the office door was me come back. I would be late for work tomorrow.

I unlocked the door and entered the office. A different site to the one I had left greeted me. The girl stood hunched against the wall, a wet stain was visible on the front of her skirt, she stood in a pool of urine. The very reason there was no carpet in this part of the room. She hadn’t the courage, or had too much shame to look me in the eyes. I let her see me notice the wet patch on her skirt and tried to imagine what it felt like to be wearing soaking wet knickers. The girls demeanor had changed, her pride and arrogance had gone. But experience taught me it would soon come back if I did the expected. I sat at my desk and continued my paperwork from yesterday ignoring the girl. Finally the girl spoke hesitantly

‘I want to make a phone call, you’ve got to let me make one, it’s my right’. Defiance so she got some fight in her. These first words usually go one of two way defiance or pleading depending upon how strong the subject is, she was obviously a tough one. I didn’t answer. She repeated the words with more confidence a second time. She was trying to move the game onto familiar territory, if I allowed it to happen she would be more difficult to break.

I left her to stew for about thirty minutes more, it was gone ten thirty in the morning she’d been there for over twenty three hours now. I like round numbers so I was determined she’s going to stay there the full twenty four. I got up from the desk and walked over to her, she trembled as I stood next to her. I thrust my hands forward and grabbed the two halves of her blouse and tore it open. The girl reeled back quietly screaming in shock. She backed onto the wall aware she could not run. I then pulled off her bra, exposing her quite large breasts, and began to kneed them seeing if she’d lose it. Instead she was gaining composure all the time, she stood there calmly indifferent to what was happening, it spoilt the fun of it. I tore off all her clothes until she was naked and stood back to get a good look at her. Her skin was milk white and her body good enough to be a model, her pussy hair had been clipped down to a minimum revealing turned out lips. She didn’t try to hide in anyway instead stared me in the eye as if to challenge me.

So round two to her. I returned to my desk and left her for the last phase of the 24 hours standing there nude in a pool of piss. After a while I looked up from my paperwork and saw that the girl was finally showing signs of feeling vulnerable, she had turned to face the wall hiding her body from me, only her bum was visible and this covered by her locked hands. The 24 hours elapsed and I took the collar key from out of my desk and made my way over to her. As I did I could sense the trepidation the girl was feeling, on the outside she was trying to look in control but sudden shakes and shudders told me inside she was feeling nervous. It was still a matter of doing the unfamiliar, keeping her hanging in confusion, if I led her to the chair and  interrogated her now she would quickly start to feel on familiar ground and put her defences up again. I released the collar from around her neck. She felt the urge to fall to her knees, but either not wanting to show signs of weakness to me or the pool of piss stopped her. I grabbed her roughly by the arm and lead her across the room towards the chair in front of my desk. She put up no resistance, it was like leading an invalid, she was even willing as she imagined slumping into the chair. She must have been feeling relief, the worst of her torment was over, now just a grilling.

A few feet short of the chair I stopped abruptly, put my foot behind the back of her legs and gave her a shove. She crashed to the floor on her back letting out a muffled scream as she fell, more from surprise than pain or fear. I leaped on top of her and held her down. She began to panic and started swaying from side to side, but the weight of my body and her handcuffed hands under her made the effect nominal. I unzipped my trousers and rammed my dick roughly into her pussy. She grimaced from the pain and then began to cry ‘no, no, please’. Tears rolled down her cheeks but she had little fight left in her. I screwed her hard thrusting in as deep as I could causing her to yelp each time I did, there would be no closing you eyes and pretending it’s not happening the way rape councillors tell you. The girl’s whole belief system that sex is an identical act for male and female alike she lived everyday with her anarchist friends was crashing around her ears. I bit her nipple and she cried out.

She lay on the floor curled up in a ball sobbing as I stood over her straightening my trousers. I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her along the floor until she found her feet, back to the collar and refastened it around her neck. As I did she finally broke down and started crying and pleading with me not to leave her like that again. The thought of twenty four more hours standing like that was worse than rape. I walked out the room and went to lunch.

As I came back in the girl had recovered her composure a bit. Long dry streaks covered her cheeks where her eyeliner had run. As I entered she spoke in sulky voice ‘You’re not going to leave me like this all night again, are you? I don’t think I could take it.’ As she did she kept her eyes down and appeared demure. This was a great improvement in little over a day her conversation towards me had changed from haughtily demanding her rights, to pleading with me to stop and now asking me what I was going to do accepting she had no control.

Of course it was a ploy, she hadn’t broken yet but I’d dented her dignity enough and this coupled with the threat of another night standing alone in the dark meant she would try anything no matter how demeaning to get out of predicament. I now had two things to work with, her fear of how should would spend the night increasing as the clock ticked towards five as I gave no clues and a get out offered, not one of grassing her friends but doing something undignified to herself.

It was three in the afternoon, I unlocked the girl collar again and sat her in the chair in front of my desk. It was a small hard uncomfortable wooden kitchen table chair with arms. I draped her handcuffed arms over the back and secured them with a rope to a rung so she could not get up if she wanted to. The chair was far enough back from the desk so as I could see the whole chair as I sat behind it. Conscious of this she closed her knees tightly together to deny me view of her cunt, I eyed her boobs instead and she went red. I had to be very careful now she was on the brink of familiarity, the expected interrogation was finally happening the whole situation was beginning to make sense again, but also there was the doubt nothing else that has happened to her has turn out to be what it appeared to be so would this. I had to make sure the doubt always proved right and ingrain it in her mind. When she finally gave up all faith in her judgement, I would have won.

I asked her the first question ‘Do you like oral sex?’ The girl looked stunned.

‘Do you like oral sex’ I repeated louder.

If she hadn’t spent the night on the chain, I hadn’t raped her and she wasn’t feeling so vulnerable, she would have told me where to get off. But the thought of what would happen to her that night if she gave the wrong answer or refused to answer and her loss of sense of dignity averted this, she would play along with whatever I said and play up the submissive tack she had read as working on me. ‘No’ she whispered coyly.

‘You’ve done it haven’t you?’ I insisted.

She thought about lying to save embarrassment but decided an affirmative answer would keep the conversation going in her favour. ‘Yes’ she said demurely. Unable to look me in the eye.

‘Given it or taken it?’

‘Both’ she said with growing defiance.

‘Do you like women?’. That stopped her cockiness.

‘No’, she replied in a demure voice again.

‘What don’t you like about women?’

This one got her she looked bemused and eventually stammered out ‘I don’t know.’

‘Maybe it’s something men have they lack.’ I suggested.

‘They haven’t got cocks.’ She took my cue.

‘You like cocks then?’

‘Yes.’ She was now bright red.

‘Do you like big cocks?’

‘Yes.’

The bigger the better?’

‘Yes.’

‘What do you do with them?’

‘What?’ She looked shocked. I’d got her again.

‘I don’t know.’ Tears filled her eyes and he began to cry again.

‘You don’t know what to do with cocks.’ I sounded angry and surprised.

‘Do you have a boyfriend?’

‘Yes.’ She replied through the tears.

‘What does he do to you?’

She thought for a minute. ‘He makes love to me.’

Her defiance was returning again, I had to stop it. ‘What would you like him to do with you?’

She stayed silent.

‘What would you like to do to him?’ I repeated louder.

‘Be more forceful.’ She shouted nearly breaking down.

That was it she had opened herself up to me and reveal something that laid deep within her below the facade, she shows to her friends, her boyfriend, something she even hides from herself. Now I had use it to torture her, it was simple.

‘Have you ever taken it up the arse?’

‘Never?’

‘Would you like to?’

‘No.’ she said now feeling fear at what I had said.

‘Even from me?’

I could see the dilemma in her face as she tried to decide how to answer this, she was frightened to give the affirmative but fearful of spending the night in the collar again if she didn’t.

Eventually unable to look me in the eye she re-awoke her feminine wiles and discretely said ‘Yes.’

I had done as much as I could for today, I had broken her spirit and then jumped up and down on it’s carcass. She had given in to me done everything required of her, so I had to reward her. ‘If you answer yes to these ten questions I’ll let you spend the night in your cell.’

At these words she looked up, relief filling her eyes.

‘I want you to answer in full sentences, not ‘yes’ or ‘no’, rephrasing the question as a statement. Do you understand.’

She nodded.

I got up and walked around my desk toward her, as I did she trembled. I placed a piece of paper in her lap. She looked down I saw the disgust in her face.

On the paper was written ten questions.

I returned to my seat and sat down, in a stern voice I commanded, ‘begin.’ The first question read, ‘Will you let me fuck you again tomorrow?’

At first there was silence as she struggled to come to terms with what she must say.

‘Of course you don’t have to do this, there’s always the collar again tonight.’ I reminded her.

A look of panic came over her and she cried, ‘nooo, I’ll do it,’

Slowly she began.

‘I will let you fuck me………..’

‘Louder,’ I shouted.

‘I will let you fuck me again tomorrow.’ She raised her voice.

‘I will enjoy it.’

‘I will give you oral sex.’ She said choking a bit.

‘I will let you me give you oral sex.’

Then She hesitated for so long I thought she come to a halt, but quickly she spat out, ‘I will masturbate myself in front of you.’

‘I will masturbate myself in front of the whole office.’ She spoke even quicker and held her head to one side looking down, I could see how much it hurt her to say these words..

‘I will fuck anyone in the office you order me to?’

‘Even a woman.’

The next two questions gave her much less problem than any of the others I noted and the she came to a halt. She looked sick as she said the next one.

‘I will swallow everyone in the office’s cum.’

The final question she whispered so quietly she was barely audible. ‘I want you to fuck me up the arse this minute.’

‘What was that?. I asked sternly.

‘I want you to fuck me up the arse this minute.’ She repeated no louder.

’I can’t hear you, you’ll have to speak louder.’

‘I want you to fuck me up the arse this minute.’ She but still too quiet.

‘Louder.’ I Snapped.

‘I want you to fuck me up the arse this minute.’ She raised her voice.

‘Shout it loud.’

‘I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME UP THE ARSE THIS MINUTE.’ She shouted and as she did the tears began to flow again.

‘One more time.’

‘I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME UP THE ARSE THIS MINUTE.’ She screamed.

I got up off my chair and walked over to the sobbing girl, I untied her arms from the back of the chair and dragged her to her feet. I manhandled her to the non-carpeted half of the cell and threw her to the floor face down and climbed on top of her. The girl realised what was happening and began to scream. I screamed back, ‘but you just asked me for it.’ She started crying louder.

There something about fucking a girl up the arse for the first time, it’s like she’s got two virginities not one. A whole new experience of being penetrated for the first time, not knowing what each moment will feel like, each sensation a new revelation, each movement a door to a whole world of new experience. I parted her pert behind and went where no man had been before. She cried and moaned as I thrust back and fourth and as I did I whispered in her ear, ‘think of your anarchist friends now, what they’ll think of you after I tell them what you did. What your boyfriend will really think in the back of his mind, even if he says he does not care. Maybe he’ll even ask you to do this, ‘you did it with him, why not me.’ he’ll say.’

I pulled the girl to her feet and told her I she had been a good girl and I would take her to her cell. She seemed relieved. I walked with her over to the door and opened it, she froze as the sounds of the busy office filtered in, it was now she realised her nakedness.

‘My clothes.’ She said.

‘That wasn’t in our agreement. Do you want to come with me or stay here the night?’

‘Nooo.’ She cried.

‘Well come on then.’ I gestured her through the door.

Slowly she walked out into the busy office, I know what she was thinking, she wanted to cover herself up, but her hands were still cuffed.’

I led her through the main office, it’s not that big only about twelve people to stare at her and then out the door into the corridor. The little traffic there was used to this sight but they didn’t let on each making a big thing about it stopping and pointing. Patricia was going red from embarrassment but I led her on to the lifts. When the lift arrived there were already half a dozen people inside, I shoved her in. She stood there motionless, eyes cast down. Finally the lift stopped in the basement, there were several guards and locked doors to negotiate until eventually we arrived at a row of cell doors. I stopped at the one with WHITE P on a card outside and waited for the guard to unlock the door. The cell was basic two metres by two and empty but for a foot wide wooden bench. On the bench was a cold lunch in a cardboard box, I don’t know what but it couldn’t be worse than the stuff we get in the canteen and a large plastic bottle of mineral water. How she fed herself handcuffed was her problem. She walked in almost eagerly, the fatigue of the two days really showing now. I said ‘See you tomorrow about the nine other requests you made. Nine o’ clock sharp, bye for now dearest.’ And slammed the door.