Your first clear thought is that you are looking at your feet with your hair hanging around your face. As you ponder that for a moment that threatens to stretch for hours you realise that you have no clear memory of, well anything since going to bed. When? Last night? Days ago?
A growing panic begins to swell within you as you realise that your hands are restrained at the wrists. The room sways as you try to think clearly. Somewhere part you of screams “You’ve been drugged, Moron!” but another part you wants to relent and drift back into the bleak safety of unconsciousness.
You can see that you are in a small room, the walls are a dull metallic colour. The floor is obscured by a swirling fog like layer that never seems to rise further then a few inches above the hard floor, despite the movement of your feet as you try unsuccessfully to stand up.
A low electronic hum stirs you to awareness and you see an object detach itself from the wall and float towards you. A beam of green lazer light emerges from the object and strikes the fog like substance which swirls at your feet. A sudden, chilling drop in temperature clears your head and you struggle to get to your feet as the beam begins to precisely trace the outlines of your body.
You try to scream but a sudden pressure forces you back against the thick metallic walls. The fog grows more active swirling higher beneath you and begins to follow the laser, engulfing your ankle and slowly creeping up your leg chilling and dampening the stockings you are wearing. As the beam reaches the hem of the pleated tartan mini skirt it traces the flair of the skirt to your waist. The fog flows around your leg passing the knee until it reaches the bare skin at the lace trim of the stocking. The cold and damp brings an instant wave of goosebumps across your thigh…..
A concealed door opens in the wall and a figure enters, in the dim light you see the figure is wearing military style body armour, a large and serious looking hand weapon secured to a holster attached at the leg and waist. A helmet and some kind of protective fabric mask covers the lower half of the soldiers face as he leans in. His fingers brush the hair stuck to your face aside then he grabs a handful at the back and roughly drags your head back.
His eyes wander over your face with callous indifference as he pulls your hair harder and presses against you. He pulls down the protective mask, his breath smells of tobacco, chewing gum and recently alcohol.
“So you are the big fucking terrorist that has half of this city shooting at shadows and each other”
You try to speak, to explain, that something terribly wrong has happened, that this is all a mistake and if they will just let you phone your boyfriend everything can be cleared up….. but somehow sentences won’t form up properly. The sound that escapes your lips is somewhere between a whimper and a few random incoherent words.
“Those were two of my guys you iced last night, sweetie. We’ve got the security cam footage”
He pulls harder on your hair and attaches some kind of metal collar around your neck. Its coldness re-awakens the goose bumps that spread across your shoulders down your back and across your chest. You try to focus but his face swims in and out focus. His hand grabs your breast roughly his thumb pressing painfully through both your blouse and bra pushing your nipple upwards and stretching it.
“Now you could be smart, Bitch but somehow I think you just dumb enough to try playing the hero in this mess you’ve made or you may even believe that you have some card left to play here, well there are no “Get out of jail free” cards in your immediate and probably short future sweetie, The way I see it….”
He pauses, looks coldly into your eyes as he unbuttons the top three buttons of your blouse, exposing your bra.
“….there are only two ways you can choose to take from here. The easy way……or the real easy way”
He leans down, his tongue probing deep between your breasts as he slowly licks his way up to your neck and whispers in your ear.
“If you play the hero sweetie, they will give you to me. To interrogate you as I see fit. Believe me sweetie I know plenty of ways to make you open up.”
He stands back and holds an object like a small remote before your wavering gaze. He presses a button and the collar around your neck tightens uncomfortably. You struggle against the restraints fearing that the collar will choke you, but the soldier grabs your jaw tightly”
“ That’s just the activation squeeze, darling, just a warning shot, a big tough terrorist like you should understand that. I don’t have time for any bullshit. I’m going to release the restraints and re-secure your hands behind you. If you try anything at all, move suddenly….I push a button and you die”
The collar spasms again briefly, he shakes your eyes into focus.
“Nod your head if you understand what I just said, you dumb bitch. The Lieutenant wants to interview you personally so I’ve got to bring you to his office”
You nod your head hesitantly as he unlocks the restraints and secures your wrists firmly behind your back. He looks you up and down and re-buttons your blouse.
“The collar has a “Solitary” mode which shields light and sound from the area immediately around your head. I’m going to turn it on now. It’s like a blindfold and sound proof earphones in one. Got to love technology. You won’t be able to hear or see for a while, can’t risk a big super spy like you seeing the layout of this base can we."
Instant blindness and total silence descend around you, you scream but nothing audible passes your lips. A hand grabs you by the arm as you stumble in vertigo. A hiss of static and then his voice sounds in your ears.
“Oh I can talk to you, through the comms system but you can’t speak or hear anything else, We going to take a walk to the Lieutenant’s office, just the two of us. Ok……Oh yeah one last thing…..”
His hands grab you by the shoulders and pushes you face first against the cold wall of the room.
“I almost forgot, security first. I don‘t trust those laser scanners, you could have a bomb concealed somewhere. I better carry out a body search, just to be sure. I got the collar remote right here, if you move a muscle without me telling you to, its game over sweetie. Shot while trying to escape, if you get my meaning”
You feel his two hands touching your ankles, fingers slowly ascending, gliding over your stockings, pausing briefly where lace and red ribbon give way to flesh. He lifts the hem of your skirt up, his fingers slide up across your bottom, the silk and lace of your panties giving way beneath his expanding fingers, his thumb pressing and probing its way up the cleft to the heart shaped red trimmed opening that exposes your bottom just beneath the waistband. He stands up and presses his body against you as he slips 2 fingers through the heart and into the cleft of your buttocks, exploring pressing them open, sliding downwards pulling your panties with them.
His fingers pause briefly when they reach the tight rosebud of your anus. His voice whispers in your ear.
“I hear part of the training they give spies like you, is how to get fucked in the ass and pretty much anywhere else you can think of while not breaking or revealing anything. Is that true sweetie?”
He bends his forefinger at the first knuckle and presses the tip more firmly against your asshole slowly rotating it in a circular motion. You clench every muscle you have to resist the pressure.
“Kind of tight for a professional aren’t you. You can’t just get the people these days. Are your overlords sending rookies into combat. Hey maybe I’ll be your first.”
He withdraws his fingers and spits on them. The probing fingers returns and you feel the warm wetness of his saliva moistening your anus as he slips a finger inside. His finger twists slowly inside you opening, widening, stretching. His other hand slides up the front of your leg, over the knee, his thumb traces lazy circle across your inner thigh gradually widening until its brushing against the lips of your pussy.
Despite the horror of your situation your body responds and you know he can feel the wetness as it starts to soak into the gusset of your panties. His finger slips under the elastic of the leg, the tip glides over the wet and swelling lips of your pussy sliding over the folds to expose your clitoris. Rotating in a slow circle, barely touching and then with increased speed and pressure responding with the small shudder that passes through you. He moves his finger downwards pressing aside the lips and slowly slipping deep inside you. Your breathing becomes increasingly ragged as his fingers in your ass and pussy begin to slide inwards and outwards together pushing towards each other on the inward thrust, your legs are shaking and you feel another wave build, when he abruptly withdraws and grabs you by the hair again.
“Oh, sweetie, you and I are going to have some real up close and personal private time but the Lieutenant mustn’t be kept waiting too long”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/2q8gsw/scifi_futuristic_arrest_interrogation_storymfmild
Oh my… very breath taking…