Interrogation

INTERROGATION

I woke up to find my wrists shackled in cuffs, so that I couldn’t lower my arms. They were hanging from a chain that was coming from the damp ceiling of the small cave I’d never been in. I tried to yank the chain, but it only made my fingers throb uncomfortably. No escape, then. Helpless, I started to look about the room surrounding me.

The walls were rocky, glinting in the light of seven or eight torches. There was a table, can you believe it, in the middle of the small cave, leaving just enough room to walk around, but no more. And then there were these shades underneath the torches, which I sensed to be some kind of furniture or some other stuff, but I couldn’t make them out, as the glint of the torches couldn’t reach them.

A shiver went down my spine, and only then did I notice, that my clothes had reduced in number quite considerably. What the hell had happened to me? Just then I was walking on this paradise island, when quite suddenly all went dark. Someone had probably drugged me, because I still felt a bit hazy. I couldn’t think of anyone, though. Just how long was I supposed to hang around here for, anyway?

Just then, a voice called out.

“Well, well, Dollface. You finally woke up.”

It came from the only entrance to the cave. I thought I recognised the voice, but I was still a bit confused, so I couldn’t be sure. It was hoarse, both humorous and dangerous at the same time. It used to make weird jokes and give out nicknames, and the only one that had ever called me Dollface is…

“Sawyer?” I called out. “Is that you?”

“Very good, very good. I thought that you’d still be so stoned that you wouldn’t know the time of day. Then again…” He stepped to the light, and my stomach lurched. I always thought he was hot, but this was ridiculous. Sawyer looked at me with those devilish eyes that said both “I want you” and “Go away”, and grinned his sexiest smile under his long hair. “I guess you can’t tell it anyway. I’ve you locked up pretty good, Dollface.”

“Where am I?” I asked. “Where is this?”

“You don’t seem to get it, Dollface. The only one asking questions here is… me.” He started to advance towards me, and I became painfully aware of the fact that his shirt had decided to stay home that day. Most definitely not fair. His body was glorious, almost godlike in the shimmer of the torches. “You see”, he continued silkily, “a little bird told me that someone on this island might just be working for The Others. That tells me that this someone knows how to get off this fucking island. Now you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”

He was standing in front of me and grabbed my jaw so I couldn’t help but look at his stoic smile. Was he always this tall? My heart was racing. “I don’t”, I answered with a voice that was already shaking a little.

“Of course not”, he said with a twisted smile. “But guess what? I don’t believe you. Trust me, by the end of this day you’re going to sing my favourite song. Do you know what that is?”

I tried to shake my head, but he wouldn’t let me. Instead, he pulled my face closer to his and hissed: “I’m getting outta here in the morning, from the musical My Fair Dollface. Now, start singing.”

“I…” His grip was too tight, I couldn’t utter a word. I tried to stay calm, but his body smelled salty and masculine, and was getting my thoughts tangled up. I was really in a pinch. He stared at me for a while, then smiled again, that heart-breaking sexy smile.

“All right, Dollface. Let’s see what you got.”

With one rip of my hardly intact shirt, he ripped it off me. I screamed with surprise. His smile had deepened, and he stepped back to marvel at my nudity. My nipples were getting hard as diamonds, they were aching already to be touched, sucked at. I was sure he could see it, and was enjoying the view. He walked a bit away from me to go look at the hidden artefacts beneath the torches.

“You’d be amazed at the things I found at the wreck”, he talked softly. “The chains and the cuffs are from the sheriff that arrested Freckles, of course. The table here was to be sent to the States, but like us, it never made it, so I took it. You wanna know what else I found?” He got up and looked positively devilish now. In his hands there was a riding crop. “It seems that some poor bastard was a jockey, too.”

I clenched my hands instinctively and tried to yank the chain as well, but it was as steady as ever. He wouldn’t, was my initial thought, but his evil stare proved otherwise. Somehow, against all reason, my libido started to purr like a pussy in heat, pardon the pun. I couldn’t tell whether the heat was radiating from the torches or my yearning body. I was stunned; I’d never been into pain and bondage. Was it Sawyer’s ultra-sexy, semi-naked body that made me so horny? Must be.

“Well, sister?” he asked as he stepped forward and walked behind me with ease. Apparently the back wall was somewhere far behind me, and I was hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the cave. “You gonna tell me what I want to know?”

“I don’t know anything.”

“You sure on that?”

“Yes.”

The pain stroke the back of my thinly-covered thighs like a rattle snake. I let out a scream, which made him laugh. “You know what these babies are used for? You hit horses with them to keep them under control. Now, you’re a fine mare, aren’t you? A full-fledged little hot blood, aren’t you?” Another whiplash, a bit higher now. I gasped for air and felt my juices starting to run. Quite suddenly Sawyer stepped against my body behind me and started to finger my hard nipples. “Aren’t you, Dollface?” he said hoarsely to my left ear. “Answer me.”

“Y… yes.”

“Good girl. Now, how about that information I need?”

“I… I don’t know. Honestly, I don’t.”

He tweaked at my nipple so that it hurt. “Now, now, Dollface, don’t fuck me around. I know that you’re hiding something.” He stepped back again and gave me three whiplashes. I was panting now, I wanted something to enter my wet pussy, anything to grind my heat and fuck me senseless. That’s why I let out an accidental moan, when Sawyer’s large and skilful hands found my shorts’ buttons and slipped them off me. I felt my ass tremble with both desire and shyness.

“You little bitch. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Sawyer said, surprised. He let his hand drop down to my ass and started to rub it very gently, then let out another whiplash. The pain throbbed to the same rhythm as my heart, and I was gasping for air, hornier as I’d ever been. Damn that sexy voice of him, that alone would have made me cum. My pussy was moving on its own, trying to reach out and welcome any cock that wanted to enter it. He saw that very well, and was entertained.

“You’re a nasty piece of work. A really, really bad girl. I have to punish you.”

It was official now. I just had to have him. I looked turned my head towards him as far as it went and said, breathless: “Please, master. Be kind.”

“Kind? I’ll show you kind.” And without warning he crammed his fingers to my wet, longing pussy. I moaned with pleasure as he fingered me almost artistically. Then there was his tongue on the throbbing pain in my ass. It was pleasure maximised, the pain making the pleasure more exact, deeper. I felt him ramming my hungry pussy eagerly and moving his fingers inside me at the same time. I was at my peak, gasping. Just as I was about to cum, both his fingers and tongue were gone, and a few whiplashes seared my thighs and my ass.

“You Devil Doll”, he said behind me. “You can’t cum yet, I’m not done.”

“Please…” I was panting, sweating in my heat. “Please fuck me. I’ll do anything.”

“You want me to fuck you? Sure thing, sis, as long as you tell me what I want to know.”

“I’m telling you, I have no idea!”

“Don’t fuck me.” He took my hip in his arms and after licking his finger he started to toy with my virginal asshole. “Tell me, and I’ll give you a ride like you’ve never had.” I screamed as his finger sunk into my ass.

“I don’t know anything!” I yelled, my voice echoing in the steaming cave. It seemed that he finally believed me, because he removed his finger from my ass and got up slowly.

“All right, then. No-one’s lasted this far, so I guess you’re telling me the truth. Then again, you’re the only one actually enjoying this in stead of begging for me to stop. So I can’t really be sure.”

I yanked my chain again, frustrated. If Sawyer wasn’t going to help me with my heat, I wanted my hands to finish myself off.

“So… I guess I must continue punishing you, so I can be sure, Dollface.”

At that moment I knew. I was in for a special treatment. And if I played my cards right, I’d get this interrogation another time, as well. My back suddenly arched, as Sawyer’s tongue gave a slow lick to my neck and then started to suck at my earlobe. His finger reached down to my clit and started to rub slowly, making my body heave like a vibrant wave of lava. My cries echoed in the small cave.

“Damn, girl, you make me hot”, Sawyer rumbled to my ear. “How about I fuck you senseless right here?”

“Please… Fuck my pussy, please…”

“As you wish, ma’am.” I head Sawyer reach down his tight jeans and open them with one hand, the other fingering my clit systematically. Soon I felt his bulging cock against my thigh and almost lost my footing with desire. Then his free hand rose to my shackles, and soon I was able to let my hands down, although they were still in the cuffs. Finally.

I wanted to turn and give him a run for his money, to feel his huge cock on the tip of my tongue, but instead he pushed me to the table in the middle of the cave. I fell on the table face down, and before I got the time to get up, he spread my legs and rammed his cock inside my pussy with a huge thrust.

“Now we’ll see”, Sawyer smiled and started to pound me, slowly, teasing. I was already panting aloud, and when he licked his fingers and started to play with my nipples, I was going crazy.

“Harder!” I shouted. “Please! Let me have it! Fuck me!”

“You’re insatiable, aren’t you, little bitch?” Sawyer laughed. He gave my ass a good, open-handed smack, which made me more heated up. Then he took his cock out, flicked me over with ease, entered me again and squeezed my legs so that my pussy seemed to eat his dick altogether. I was blushing and sweaty, feeling the pulsing cock inside me.

He pounded me fast now, grunting like an animal while working my hungry pussy. I saw in his face that he would cum soon, and felt the surge of pleasure tremble my whole body and escape from my lips as a full-hearted scream. After a few extra pumps, Sawyer let out a moan and let his cum cream my pussy. Panting, he looked at me and flashed his glorious grin.

“Well, well, well”, he said, his evil eyes glinting with his orgasm, and he swept back his sweaty hair. “I guess we have to continue this interrogation at some other time, eh, Dollface?”

“Yes”, I panted back. “You haven’t punished me enough, master.”