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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Interrogation (FFF/M, reluc, military) By Gaius (pec@richmond.infi.net) *** With the advent of women's liberation, it was inevitable that the army would change. Slowly over the years the supposed gentler sex had made inroads into every branch of the armed service. Women were now driving jeeps in the army, sailors in the navy and even artillery officers in the marine corp. One branch however had not been integrated, the XRG project. This secret branch of the army was in charge of counter- espionage, interrogations and black operations. Col. Brian Stuart took a dim view of this female intrusion into his old boys club and it took everything he had to contain his sarcastic tongue as he congratulated the new female recruits on the completion of their training. Although he did not want them in his outfit, on all other fronts these new 'soldiers' pleased him very much. Surprisingly enough, these were not the typical rug munchers who are normally the female trailblazers into the army. They were three, very attractive and intelligent women, who under normal circumstances he would be hitting on like there was no tomorrow. The Coronal was a very attractive man. Standing 6'4" tall his rugged good looks and well-sculpted body constantly had every female on base checking out his rear guard action. He was extremely proud to have reached the rank of Coronal by the age of 34 and even more proud that his first assignment in his new rank was this extremely important company. Sandra Stevenson came from a long military tradition and was immensely pleased to have been accepted into the prestigious group. Statuesque at 5' 1" tall, Sandra was extremely well built. Although strictly professional, she knew how to use her golden locks, lovely tight ass and extremely well endowed chest to her advantage when the occasion arose. Dominique Bardone was the mystery girl. Raised in the Haiti, her sensual Latin good looks and incredible ass belied a devilish sense of fun that lay just beneath the surface. Known to play hard and work hard, every man on the base dreamed of worshipping at her lovely posterior. Monica Diminetti rounded out the troika. With long red hair and a perfect face, her fiery hair and equally flammable personality perfectly rounded out the trio of female archetypes. Wild to the core, Monica had the reputation that a night with her would kill a lesser man. Only the stoutest of heart need apply to her bedchamber. Col. Stuart addressed the new troops. "All right ladies, you have now passed the basic training course required for admittance into this company, but while running the risk of a lawsuit, it would be unconscionable for me not to express my extreme doubts on your capability to perform this job." "Permission to speak freely?" Sandra asked in her monotone military quip. Col. Stuart nodded his agreement. "I know what you are eluding to Col., and I think you are mistaken," she continued. The Col. slowly raised his eyebrows. "You think women are too weak to make good interrogators. You see us as interlopers and are only allowing us in because you are forced to, am I right?" Without saying a word the slight smile on the colonels face spoke volumes. "The other female cadets have talked about this and we don't want to join a club where we will obviously not be allowed to succeed. Either you will respect us as you do the male soldiers or we will go elsewhere. So all of us have agreed that we will either earn your respect or quit, no questions asked." With this both Dominique and Monica nodded their agreement. Col. Stuart could not believe his ears. Although impressed by their courage he did desperately want them out of his company. The thought of some estrogen laden, bleeding hearts crying over the poor prisoner's feelings they are interrogating filled him with dread and disgust. "What did you have in mind?" he asked quizzically. Sandra continued "What we have planned is that you give us 48 hours to show that our interrogation skills are not only adequate, but superior to those you have taught us. If we prove that to you, not only will you allow us the respect we deserve, but we should also all be promoted to Lieutenant immediately." "Listen ladies, I know what you are trying to do, but due to the Geneva convention and the rules of engagement for the US Army, torture is not allowed. We deal in indirect intimidation without physical harm. I am sure that if..." "Pardon me for interrupting sir, but we promise we will not cause the prisoner we have in mind any physical harm, and we will gather any and all information we are required from him using our methods." Monica blurted. Although a bit annoyed at being interrupted, Col. Stuart asked who they had in mind for the prisoner. "Why you sir!" Dominique exclaimed. With this Col. Stuart could not refrain from busting out in hysterics. Were they mad? Did they not know that interrogation was his specialty? After regaining his composure, he agreed; certain that ultimately victory would be his. The agreed upon format was that the girls had 48 hours to get Col. Stuart to reveal the combination to his locker. This way they could independently verify, by opening the lock, whether they were successful. No violence could be used and in no way could they permanently harm the cornel, but they could do anything else they wanted. If they were unsuccessful they would resign. At 6:00 AM the next day Col. Stuart awoke from his sleep aware that his arms were immobilized and he was blind folded. "Very good girls" he thought to himself as he recognized some of the methods he taught them. When he tried to move his feet he found that they too were shackled to the bed. He was now completely helpless and spread-eagle. Finally after what seemed like hours in the silence and the darkness he felt three pair of feminine hands run their nails down his chest. Col. Stuart jumped. This was quite ingenious he thought, sensory deprivation, very good. After another hour he felt the tell tale coldness of steel scissors as they began to cut away his boxers. Although he was intent on hiding his feelings, the idea of being spread eagled and completely naked in front of three attractive tormenters both excited and humiliated him, but he did not show any outward change in his composure. Hours marched on and the lack of sight or sound, or even feeling began to weigh on his mind. How long had he been here, an hour? A day? Quickly he tried to focus his thoughts on the issue at hand. After another hour he jerked as he felt three pairs of hands lathering him up from neck to toes with soap. What were they doing he wondered. When he felt the razor run down his chest he knew. He was getting pissed off now. Even though he was assured of victory, he could not imagine the ribbing he would get from the guys at the gym. He visibly flinched as the razor scraped away the hair on his balls. Now free from fur, he was amazed at how sensitive his skin was. Perhaps it was a combination of the sensory deprivation and the erotic situation but he felt his cock slowly harden. After a few minutes he was harder than he had ever been in his life. The sounds of zipping and clothing hitting the floor tormented him more than anything had so far. Oh how he wished he knew what was going on. When he felt one of the ladies climb up on his chest, he could sense her smooth bare legs hugging his freshly shaven chest. He began to salivate as he began to twist in frustration. Still, none of the girls had said a word to him. The feel of one of the girl's long hair being swished over his aching cock and balls caused him to whimper. Oh how he wanted release. Please if only they would touch his dick! He struggled to cause his blindfold to move as the scent of a very moist pussy indicated its presence just out of his reach. Without thinking, he slowly extended his tongue in exploration. Finally it hit the mark, as he tasted the mystery woman. Which one was it he wondered? He stopped with a jerk as he felt two other girls climb onto the cot, their naked cunts moistening his legs as they straddled him. This was torture! He strained as he heard the cap of a tube being removed. The feeling of the warm oil being slowly poured over his throbbing cock and balls was unbelievable. He had not been this horny since high school. Slowly, deliberately, he felt one pair of hands begin stroking his shaft. Another slowly rolled his balls in their sacs while someone began licking his left nipple. While he moaned in pleasure he face was smothered by the wet wide-open sex of one of the girls. Ohhh she tasted sweet as he ran his tongue over her clit. He thought he heard a muffled squeal and this made him think he just might win. Maybe the mystery hand job was being given by the owner of this fine pussy he was eating. Maybe she would want release as much as him, get carried away and finish the job. After a few minutes of this he felt his balls begin to tighten. This was it, he thought, the moment of truth. Just as he was reaching the point of no return all movement stopped, except for the constant grinding of the pussy into his face. "Noooo!" he gurgled nearly drowning in love juice. As he bucked wildly, his cock bobbing helplessly in the air, causing all three girls began to laugh. To further add to the torment, he could feel their hot breath blowing just inches away from the source of his frustration. No one touched his dick until it began to grow soft again, then, diabolically the whole process repeated itself. Over the next 24 hours Col. Stuart was under constant assault. Brought right to the brink and denied release he also systematically ate each girl to orgasm six times. Finally in a burst of exhaustion and sexual frustration he screamed, "RIGHT 32 LEFT 6 RIGHT 19!!!" After his confession he felt one of the girls jump off of him. After what seemed like an eternity he distinctly heard a voice say, "That was it!" Now whimpering with horniness Col. Stuart begged for release, removing his blindfold he squinted to adjust to the light. Sandra spoke first "You know Col. you have disappointed us. You only lasted 24 hours, we had you booked for 48! I think we need to use the time you allowed us, don't you?" Col. Stuart almost burst into tears as Sandra sat down hard on his face again. As she wiggled her ass over his nose her skilled hands began their tortuous ministrations again. "I wonder what else we can get him to spill?" she cackled as he moaned in despair, trying desperately to breath through her ample charms. The End ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 22