Story 01/12: The Interrogation

Chapter 1

Artie, a once proud warrior now weakened by years of service, sat within the confines of his prison cell. As he looked around him, he could not help but feel the weight of his predicament pressing heavily upon his shoulders. His gaze trailed to the bars of his window, casting shadows across the cold stone walls. The sight evoked feelings of despair and hopelessness, yet his thoughts drifted elsewhere. They found solace in the memories of battles fought and wars won. In his heart, he knew there was still something left to fight for.

It wasn't merely the hope of survival or the promise of reuniting with loved ones. It was the sheer determination to outsmart and resist those who sought to undermine all he had stood for. This time, however, his adversary was not just a faceless enemy on the battlefield.

A sudden knock sounded from outside the door, startling Artie from his daydream.

He struggled to his feet, his knees wobbling beneath him. With trembling hands, he grabbed onto the bars of his cell, steadying himself against the wall. After a moment, the lock clicked open, and a figure entered the room.

Mikaela was everything Artie had feared and desired all at once. Her presence filled the small space with an air of intensity, an intoxicating blend of seduction and danger. Her eyes bore into him, penetrating the depths of his soul, as she approached him with a graceful gait.

"My name is Mikaela," she purred softly, her lips curving into a seductive smile.

"I have been assigned to ensure your cooperation during our time together."

Artie swallowed hard, his gaze flickering between her mesmerizing eyes and the alluring curve of her lips. He realized his fate lay in the hands of this enchanting siren, and his body began to respond instinctively to her presence.

As they spoke, his eyes wandered over her well-proportioned frame, admiring the curve of her hips and the smooth, supple skin stretched tightly across her back. Her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders like a river of midnight, catching the dim light of the room and reflecting it back into the shadows. Each word uttered by Mikaela seemed to be laced with a subtle undercurrent of sensuality, leaving Artie feeling both unnerved and incredibly alive.

Chapter 2

The next day, Artie was tied to the bed, hands and feet, by the guards. Mikaela turned up wearing a spandex tight fitting black bodysuit that accentuated her curves. Artie tried to remain composed despite the situation, attempting to suppress his desires and the mounting fear of betraying vital information.

She slowly approached him, her steps deliberate and hypnotic. Sensually, she caressed his chest, letting her fingers linger just long enough to heighten his awareness of her touch. Artie felt a surge of conflicting emotions; desire, fear, and resilience all clashing within him.

Mikaela leaned forward, her lips barely grazing his earlobe as she whispered.

"If you choose to cooperate, I can make sure this experience is far more pleasurable than anything you could ever imagine."

Despite his resolve, Artie couldn't help but be drawn in by the allure of her words and the subtle touch of her hand running along his arm.

His body began to respond to her charms, the heat within him growing with each passing moment.

The sight of her enticing body sent shivers down Artie's spine, and he found himself unable to look away. Her hands started getting closer to his penis.

She then bent down and gently kissed him on the neck, sending shivers down his spine. Feeling his heart pounding in his chest, Artie could no longer deny the effect Mikaela had on him. Meanwhile her hand reached his penis and started massaging it through his pants.

Artie's breath caught in his throat, his entire body feeling electrified by her touch. He couldn't believe how easily she managed to control him with such deft manipulation.

Her other hand gently cupping his cheek. As she drew closer, her lips brushed against his own, teasing him with her soft kisses.

"Give me the information I want Artie," she whispered in his ear while undoing his zipper, taking hold of his penis, "and I'll give you the pleasure you crave."

The sensation of her hands wrapped around him caused a wave of desire to sweep over Artie. The thought of giving up crucial information for such intense pleasure consumed him.

Feeling weakened by both his physical exhaustion and the erotic manipulation, Artie knew he had to resist

"I... I won't tell you anything," he groaned.

Mikaela slowly opened the front zipper of her catsuit a few inches, until her generous cleavage was on display.

Her breasts were full and firm, her nipples visible through the thin fabric, standing erect. Artie's gaze followed the contours of her body, mesmerized by the beauty and strength before him.

As Mikaela lowered herself onto the bed beside him, she began to stroke his chest gently, allowing her delicate fingers to glide over his muscles.

"Just let go, Artie," she murmured, her voice a soft whisper.

Once again her hand started working on his member. Artie moaned, he was getting close to climax.

Mikaela noticed this and used it to her advantage.

"Artie, all I need is information. Once you provide that, I promise I'll give you whatever you desire."

She picked up the speed of her hand a little. Artie moaned louder, he was about to come hard any second.

"Tell me, Artie," she encouraged.

He shook his head and closed his eyes, trying to control his desire. But he couldn't.

Then she stopped her stimulations. Artie's penis stood hard as a rock, moving with each heartbeat.

"That's a pity," she purred and walked away.

Artie was proud of his willpower, but at the same time he felt a huge frustration and desire. He couldn't stop thinking about the temptress that drove him wild.

Chapter 3

The next day. Mikaela was wearing the same black catsuit.

She had decided to play a different role today, wanting to see if Artie would react differently to another approach. Artie stared at her with burning intensity, struggling to maintain his composure. He knew that every glance and gesture carried hidden meaning, but he refused to be swayed by her beguiling charm.

Mikaela moved towards him, walking in sync with the rhythm of her hips. Her legs swayed gracefully, drawing his attention to her feminine form. As she got closer, Artie felt the familiar stirring in his loins, the desire to be touched by her.

However, he held his ground, refusing to let her know the impact she had on him. Her scent filled the room, a mixture of femininity and mystery that only served to heighten his senses. Yet, Artie maintained his resolve, knowing that surrendering to her advances would mean betraying his comrades and everything he believed in.

Mikaela stepped closer, her footfalls echoing through the quiet room. Each step seemed calculated, her movements graceful and purposeful.

Mikaela paced around Artie, circling him with a predatory air. Her gaze locked with his, conveying an unspoken challenge that made Artie's heart race. Despite his resistance, the allure of her presence was almost palpable, stirring an unexpected reaction deep within him.

In an attempt to break through Artie's steely resolve, Mikaela began to share details about her past, the experiences that had led her to become a skilled operative. All meanwhile unzipping her catsuit until her breasts were in full display.

His resolve faltered slightly, his defenses wavering as he tried to focus on what truly mattered to him. He needed to remember why he was here and protect his principles, no matter how difficult the struggle. His penis was already getting hard.

Mikaela saw the shift in Artie's disposition and seized the opportunity to take things further. Her body moved closer to his, her lips parting, and her breath quickening. With every inch she drew nearer, the sexual tension intensified, leaving Artie's heart racing and his mind spiraling out of control.

She started stroking his penis. Then she leaned over and started taking Artie's manhood into her mouth.

Artie's head fell back, and he groaned with the sudden explosion of sensation. His body arched involuntarily, instinctively seeking to thrust deeper into her mouth.

Mikaela's tongue flicked along the length of his shaft, circling the tip before suckling on it, eliciting sharp gasps from Artie.

She skillfully navigated his penis with her mouth, expertly applying pressure and technique to drive him towards the edge of ecstasy. Artie felt a swirl of exhilarating pleasure ripple through his body, his muscles tensing with anticipation. His hands clutched at the sheets, knuckles white with the effort to resist the urge to orgasm.

Meanwhile, her other hand snaked its way beneath his cotton undershirt, teasing the hairs on his chest with her gentle touch.

The dual sensations of her mouth on his penis and her soft touch on his chest sent a wave of desire coursing through Artie's veins. He bit his lip, fighting the growing urge to surrender to her enticing embrace.

"Please, Artie," Mikaela whispered against his skin, her breath hot upon his flesh.

"You have to give up your secrets to me, and I will give you the best orgasm of your life."

Her words, soaked in sincerity, sent a surge of desire through Artie. He gritted his teeth, wrestling with the agony of being so close yet so far from the release he longed for. As Mikaela's lips moved to trace a path across his chest, his body twitched involuntarily, aching for her touch.

She continued her torment, relentlessly teasing him with her skilled mouth and nimble fingers. Artie clenched his fists tightly, the pressure building inside him becoming too much to bear.

His breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the effort to remain composed. However, despite his determination, his willpower began to crack under the relentless assault of Mikaela's seductive advances.

Mikaela sensed the breaking point. Her lips softly working on his rock hard member, sending shivers down his spine. Her hands roamed gently over his body, seeking the key points that would bring him to submission.

Artie arched his back and moaned loudly. He was on the brink!.

Then, she stopped touching him.

"Noooo, please Mikaela, please!"

Artie cried out, his voice hoarse with desperation. His body ached with the need for release, his mind clouded with confusion and conflict.

Mikaela smiled, her lips curved into a victorious grin. She knew she had him where she wanted him - at the precipice of giving up his most valuable secret. With a single nod of her head, she disappeared from the room, leaving Artie alone once more.

The soldier sat there, with his penis sticking out sorely demanding attention, struggling to regain his composure and clear his thoughts.

Chapter 4

That night, Mikaela's scent filled the room as she moved toward Artie, her long dark hair falling elegantly over her shoulders. Her lithe frame was wrapped in the tight-fitting black catsuit, which highlighted her curves and accentuated her alluring features. Artie could barely contain himself as she approached, his eyes transfixed on her mesmerizing movements.

Artie was already getting hard, she noticed it and smiled. Mikaela began to speak, her tone measured and precise as she started stroking his penis with gentle movements.

"Artie, you have an incredible capacity for endurance. It amazes me how you can resist my charms for so long. You truly are a remarkable man."

She paused, allowing her words to sink in.

"Let me give you the pleasure you crave. Tell me what I need to know."

Artie's jaw clenched, his determination undeterred.

"I will not betray my country, nor my friends."

Mikaela shook her head, feigning disappointment. With her other hand she started massaging his balls. Her strokes becoming quicker and tighter. He started moaning.

"Perhaps I should make you climax anyway. The truth is, Artie, I would love to do it. I would love to make your semen spurt and squirt while you scream in pleasure. I am the best at it, after all."

She kept pumping and massaging. He started humping her hand involuntarily.

"Do you want to come, Artie?."

His answer came only in gasps and moans. She leaned over an put her lips right above his penis.

"Go ahead Artie, come. I want to swallow all your cum."

Her words sent him over the edge, he was climaxing.

But she stopped again grabbed his balls and twisted them viciously. He screamed in agony. The pain shut down his orgasm.

"Aaaaaarrrggghhh! Nooooo!."

Mikaela smirked, stepping back to observe Artie's frustration. She could see the mixture of exhaustion and longing in his eyes, the desire for relief still evident even though he refused to submit. She knew she had pushed him to his limits, forcing him to confront the true nature of his commitments.

So, she decided to up the ante.

She climbed on top of him. Straddling with her back to him, facing his feet. She bent down and took his penis in her hands. Her butt was inches from his face, her catsuit stretched across her round perfect butt, her hips swaying subtly with each movement. His eyes fixed on the seductive rhythm of her hips. Mikaela's sensual display exploded his arousal, driving him closer to the edge of climax.

"Artie, tell me what I want to know."

Mikaela whispered, her voice low and seductive.

Artie was breathing heavily, the sight of her perfect butt encased in that thight, thin fabric was driving him crazy. He never admitted it to himself, but leggings were his fetish.

"Please, tell me Artie."

She whispered, her mouth so close to his member he felt her hot breath on it.

The pressure of the situation was becoming too much for Artie, Mikaela had managed to take his lust to a level he never felt before. She seemed to know how to push his buttons and expertly tease him into insanity. He desperately wanted her to make him climax. She had put his brain in short circuit, he couldn't think clearly.

She started sucking his penis with a soft, wet blowjob.

"Oh Mikaela! oh please!."

"Please what Artie?," she teased as she kept sucking him

"Oh please!."

Once again he was about to explode, she slowed down a little.

"Tell me what I want to know Artie, and I'll make you come im my mouth. In the state you are, you will come so hard!. And I will keep milking you with my mouth all the way, until your balls are totally depleted. Wouldn't you like that Artie?."

He started feeling a sharp pain in his chest.

Mikaela licked his glans. Precum was flowing.

"Come on, Artie, tell me."

The pain became sharper. He was finding it hard to breathe. He started gasping in despair. Like a fish in the sand.

"St... stop... please... stop," he managed to say.

"Come on, Artie," she encouraged, moving backwards a little, putting her butt so close to his face his nose grazed the fabric. His penis twitched in need. He gave a muffled scream.

Mikaela looked at him over her shoulder and knew something was wrong. She immediately got off him and called medics to assist him.

As he was being taken away on a stretcher. He heard her say.

"Get well, Artie, we'll talk again soon."

Chapter 5

In the dimly lit medical room, Artie lay, tied up helplessly in the confines of the narrow white sheets, weakened by the days of mental and physical torment. Mikaela's body drove him to obsession. He couldn't stop thinking about her. He had lost all control of his own body, that immediately reacted to her presence, against his will.

He knew she would be back on the clock as soon as he recovered. He needed to regain his strength and focus on protecting his people. He needed to get rid of this poison Mikaela injected him in the form of lust. He would probably would have just a day or two before she would start playing with him again.

As he was submerged in these thoughts, he heard the bedroom door. He opened his eyes and, to his terror, there she was.

"Hello, Artie!," she purred.

"No!," He thought. "This is too soon! I'm not ready to face her yet!."

To make things worse, she wasn't wearing the black catsuit that proved so effective in the past. This time, she was wearing a short plaid skirt, with black thigh high stockings. And a white crop-top that was struggling to contain her breasts. She wouldn't give him any respite.

Mikaela approached him slowly, her hips swaying as she walked. Artie watched her closely, unable to tear his eyes away from her devastating body. His penis was getting hard already.

His mind was consumed with thoughts of her, of the intense desire he experienced whenever she came near. Mikaela noticed his fixated gaze and playfully cocked an eyebrow.

She put her left hand in the headboard and bent over him, putting her breasts inches from his face. His eyes drank heavily on the view. His penis got fully hard forming a tent in the sheets. The heart monitor started beeping faster.

"Feeling better already, aye?," she teased.

She walked around the bed slowly, displaying herself to Artie. Her skirt was so short he could almost see her panties.

"Poor Artie, look at you. You are a mess, honey."

She got to the bedside table and, with her back to him, bent over a little. That was enough for her skirt to rise up, showing a good part of her butt and her small panties.

Artie's breath caught in his throat. He had never seen such a combination of beauty and power in one woman. It was mesmerizing. Mikaela leaned further, deliberately arching her back to accentuate her curves. Artie found himself transfixed by vision unfolding before him. His penis pulsated.

She turned around and spoke in his ear.

"I could make you feel so good, Artie," Mikaela purred, running her fingers through his hair. "It's important for your recovery."

Artie struggled to speak.

With her other hand, Mikaela started caressing his erection. He gasped.

"Please, Artie, let me give you the release you need so bad. I would like so much to give you the pleasure you crave."

She started stroking him a bit harder.

"With all the build up, I would make you cum so hard!."

With her right hand, she teasingly lifted her skirt, his eyes fixated feverishly on her panties. She slowly slid them down until he could see her shaved pussy. He started breathing hard.

His entire body was covered in sweat, his penis pulsated in her hand.

"I will use my pussy on you. You cock would be so tight inside me. I know you will come fast, but I guarantee you it will be unforgettable."

Artie's mouth went dry. Sweat dripped down his forehead, making its way across his cheeks. With her free hand, Mikaela reached out and tenderly wiped the sweat from his brow. He started feeling tightness in his chest.

"Stop, Mikaela. I'm not feeling well."

"Oh, you want me to stop now?," she asked feigning ingenuity.

"I thought you wanted me to make you come."

She bent over and started licking the tip of his penis, by doing this her skirt lifted, inches from his face. The view pushed him closer to orgasm. The pain in his chest got sharper.

"Ahh, stop, my chest is in pain! Stop!."

The heart monitor was beeping very fast. A man with a white gown opened the door responding to its alarm, Mikaela quickly dismissed him with a nod. He left.

Mikaela turned her head, looking at him, with a dead serious tone she said, "I won't stop until you tell me what I want to know."

Keeping eye contact, she kept stroking him. Despite the pain, he was very close to orgasm.

"Mikaela, please stop! You will kill me!."

Without answering, she started sucking his penis. That was too much for him, he was going to come any second. The pain became unbearable.

"Ok! I will tell everything! I will! Please stop!."

Mikaela released him, giving him a brief look. His penis pulsated with each heartbeat, drenched in her saliva.