The Interrogation Pt. 01

She didn't need the alarm, waking precisely at 6am as she did every morning. She proceeded to do eighty sit-ups, eighty press-ups and eighty bunny-hops. Then she walked across the floor on her buttocks for twenty minutes to tone the muscled bottom. Although relatively attractive, with blonde hair which she preferred to keep in a ponytail and piercing blue eyes, she chose to live alone, considering all Russian men were either drunkards, stupid or useless. Sometimes she had regrets for not having a husband but not often. She was quite happy with her own company.

After breakfast Major Olga Vavaski arrived at number 2 Dzerzhinsky Sq, KGB headquarters at precisely eight am and headed down into the depths of the vast basement. She entered the Colonel's office for the usual morning debriefing of the previous day's interviewing. Colonel Waneski was ten years her senior, and at late forties was considered to be a handsome woman.

"Once again, Major, you have come up with the goods," the senior officer said. "The information has led to the network in Germany being broken up. Tnaks to you it has been destroyed."

"So there is no need for the 'client' any longer?" Major Vavaski asked.

The colonel gave a rare smile. "No, the job is now over. You can move to the next assignment when total completion is finalised."

Major Vavaski went straight to the changing room and squeezed into her favourite interviewing attire. The black latex bodysuit fitted like a glove and she had to use talcum powder to assist her to fit into it. She stood for a few moments admiring her voluptuous figure with her large, protruding bottom in the lockers mirror. Then she entered the interrogation room by the adjoining door.

He was where she'd left him the previous day, secured by chains on one leg and wrist on the concrete floor completely naked.

"No more," he cried as she uncoupled the chains, dragging him to the low squatting table.

"I've given you everything you wanted," he screamed while she secured him onto his back, fastening his arms, legs and head so he could barely move.

"That is true," she said to the German, who was now reduced to a whimpering wreck. "But now we are moving to the final part of the process."

Five days of continual face sitting suffocation had broken him. Her department within the KGB was the most efficient in the whole secret police. There was no breaking of bones, no rubber hoses, no electric shock treatment, nor beatings. The only method the five women torture officers in her department used was smother. There was six altogether; - the colonel, herself, a captain, two lieutenants and a sergeant. Only commissioned officers could perform the actual interrogations but the sergeant was sitting her exams soon. She had to make do with providing the administration for the time being.

They executed the procedure by either face sitting or by hand smother, but the results were the same. And it was quicker than the more conventional methods. The head of department, the colonel, reckoned it was because it was a unique combination of humiliation and breathing deprivation. Whatever, it was the most effective interrogation in the entire service.

She carefully placed a booted foot in each of the stirrups which dangled beside either side of his upturned head, straddling him.

"Please, no more," he pleaded, terrified at the sight of her bulbous rubber-clad backside hovering millimetres above his helpless face. "I'll do anything, anything..."

Anything else he had to say became muffled as she smilingly sank her bottom right onto his face, submerging it.

"There is one thing about this interrogation you do not know," she grinningly informed him. "Anyone who enters this interview room..."

She wriggled her posterior around on his face. He struggled like crazy but it was useless. He was completely at her mercy.

"No matter how much they are co-operative..."

The large clock on the wall with it's loud ticking wiled away the seconds.

"And no matter how much information they give us..."

She was relishing this part of the interrogation. Every job must have its bonuses and to her this was the best part.

"no one leaves this room alive." She gave out a laugh. "Except for me of course."

"Which is very unfortunate for you," she continued, savouring the moments as the seconds, then minutes passed so slowly for him,

Beneath her his body writhed and struggled for all it was worth but it was hopeless. He had been head of section in Hamburg. He'd told her everything she wanted to know, even betraying his top British agent.

The clock told her she'd been sitting there for four minutes. "Not long now," she smilingly taunted him. There was no way he could catch the slightest breath with latex covering his nose and mouth. That's why she preferred it. It was the best material for suffocating and torturing her victims, yet still retaining a not too intimate contact. That would not be very professional and she was a true professional. She liked her job. She liked it very much.

At five minutes his struggles grew weaker and weaker until they finally stopped. She remained sitting on his face for another minute before giving out a satisfied sigh. Then she clambered from the reddened face. Tomorrow she would move on to the next interrogation, the one with the British spy. They would pick him up soon. Then she would get on with the job in hand. She had never interrogated an Englishman before. She was looking forward to it very much indeed.