The Interrogation Pt. 03

That night Major Olga Vavaski slept restlessly. She dreamed of her new prisoner, something that had never happened before, ever. It was a sexual dream and made her very excited which was also something unique. His face kept coming up at her from the mist at her feet and she kept sitting down on it and every time she sat on his face an overwhelming feeling of exhilaration filled her very being. The overall theme of the dream came across to her that all she really wanted was to sit on his face all the time, forever.

Suddenly the alarm went off and it took her a few moments to pull herself together. Then she went to work on her exercises.

At precisely 8am she arrived at KGB headquarters, eagerly fitted herself into her working latex bodysuit and hurried into her interrogation cell. Sergeant Antonova had already dutifully prepared the Englishman, who lay prostrate as before. Vavaski knew the sergeant had been face sitting him intensively because of his laboured inhalations and red countenance. She'd probably spent a large part of last night torturing him as well as an hour or so this morning. The major grinned. Antonova reminded her of herself.

She surveyed him intently, trying to look as cold as possible. 'Your head of station told us there were three agents -- you, the Pole and another. But he didn't know the third agent, only that he or she was a Ukrainian. We have you and the Pole in custody, who is being interrogated now, but your head of section told us you are the only one who knows their identity.'

She turned her back on him. He was trying hard to not look at her but her stunning figure and attire seemed to mesmerise him. She purposely positioned her magnificent backside near to his head. It was large, protruding, perfectly proportioned in its magnificence and appeared intimidating and menacing. A look of intense fear flashed across his eyes and he tried to disguise it. But she noticed it and something stirred deep inside her. It was the same feeling she'd experienced with her dream and it fleetingly took her by surprise.

'Who is it?' she asked sharply, brushing the side of his face with a buttock.

He swallowed hard from the fear, but recovered quickly. 'I've no idea what you're talking about,' he replied as confidently as he could.

She pushed against his face with her bottom and he gasped in unsuppressed terror.

'Who...is...it?' she hissed. 'Tell me or I will face sit you like there is no tomorrow.'

He recovered rapidly. 'I'm telling you I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about.'

She was more than pleased at his answer. This was going to be one of the longest interrogations she'd had and very probably the most enjoyable she'd ever experienced.

She slowly mounted the stirrups, staring down at his fearful eyes. Her own eyes shone with glee and a feeling of expectation gripped her in her lower body. Skilfully, and not without a teasing perversity, her bottom caressed his nose inside the crease. The black latex was so tight it seemed as though it was sprayed on her body.

He began to tremble, couldn't help himself. What he'd gone through yesterday was enough to put the fear of the devil into any man. Now she was going to increase the torment. And what made it worse was the fact she was enjoying it. In fact she was getting so turned on he wondered if he would survive for very much longer.

Then she slowly, oh so very slowly, lowered her bottom with his nose in her crack and her vast buttocks merging into his face and then as she sank right down on him her weight was so much it made his face ache. And then she shifted herself more comfortably, happily laughing that he couldn't breathe anymore...

Day five.

Tuesday morning Vavaski arrived even earlier than normal. She'd been impressed he'd held out for so long. It wasn't often someone withstood this amount of face sitting torture for so long. There was just one thing which troubled her and it was causing her not a little consternation. She couldn't get his handsome face out of her mind.

'Good morning,' she said cheerfully, mounting the stirrups, poising her bottom just millimetres from his face. 'Today you'll be getting to know my bottom even more than usual.'

She sank slowly down on his subjugated face, dominating him with her superior position. She remained seated for a long time, revelling in his torment. Just when the familiar rushing, humming noise pounded in his ears she momentarily eased her bottom to permit his nose to go 'Pssst'.

'What is the third agent's name?' she snapped.

She stayed reposing on his face until the humming returned, then raised her bottom enough for him to gasp in air.

'Aahhhhhhh...' the rush of air intake went. 'I... don't... know...'

She immediately sat back down on his vulnerable, pain-racked face before he'd even had a chance to inhale. 'Ha ha,' she chortled. 'I'm glad you said that.'

Bitch! he thought. His lungs hurt like mad. In fact the oxygen deprivation was so great his entire body ached from her smother torture.

'I will let you have some air in thirty seconds,' she grinned down at him over her shoulder. 'And if you don't tell me what I want to know I will suffocate you even more than I did yesterday.'

She wriggled her protruding backside across his smothering face to highlight his defencelessness, as she revelled in his suffering.

The wall clock ticked away the seconds in the quietness of the cell. The only other sounds were her shallow breathing and his groanings beneath her. Each second seemed like forever to him. He had already been straining when she sat back down. Now the situation for him was desperate. He pulled futilely at his restraints which merely increased her amusement.

Then something strange was starting to happen to him over which he had no control. Not only was he being tortured and humiliated by her, but now he began to feel oddly disgusted with himself. It must have happened because of the suffocation but he now found himself with the hardest erection he'd had for ages.

'My, you must like what I'm doing to you,' she enthused. 'I think you must be enjoying yourself with me sitting on your face.' She smeared his smothering face with her voluptuous orbs to emphasise her dominance.

Fuck off cow, he thought. Although his eyes bulged from the vacuum in his lungs he could see her grinning piercing blue eyes peeking down at him from over her shoulder. Her blonde ponytail swished proudly back and forth across the top of her back.

Although she was teasing him she knew this phenomena well, had witnessed it scores of time. It was known as an involuntary erection caused by Auto Erotic Asphyxiation and was the same effect as experienced by a hanged man. In olden times when criminals were hanged in public they often had an erection just before death. That's what drew the women to the crowds to witness the execution.

Usually Vavaski ignored her victim's involuntary arousals, considering it too unprofessional to intervene. All she wanted was information derived from face sitting and suffocation. But now, faced with her latest victim's swollen penis it was too tempting to just ignore. Something strange, an unexplainable urge was compelling her to depart from her ordinary procedures. She knew of one officer, Lieutenant Browonska who as a matter of course used her victim's erection for her own satisfaction after he'd divulged all the required information. She literally fucked him to death by hand smothering him when his usefulness had become obsolete.

Tentatively Vavaski delicately touched his rigid member, softly caressing it's swollen head. Beneath her smothering bottom the sound of his moans altered their pitch.

'So, this is pleasing to you?' she mocked, knowing full well his spontaneous arousal was causing him an extreme amount of conflict and discomfort.

Slowly and tormentingly she gently rubbed his sensitive nerve at the base of its head.

'Pssst,' his nose went. Then she re-settled her bottom, her buttocks once again swallowing his face. She continued rubbing his prick until his back arched and a small bead of semen escaped from its eyelet. It was then that she immediately withdrew her probing fingers in an unmitigated act of teasing sadism. His tormented stifled tones caused her to grin broadly.

'You want me to continue?' she innocently enquired, rubbing his nose against her anal passage. She painstakingly raised her backside.

'Ahhhhhhh...p...l...e...a...s...e.... s...t...o...p...' he went, and just as quickly she sat back down to quell any further protestations.

'Give me a name,' she hissed. 'Give me the name and I'll make sure your death will be quick,' she lied.

Two and a half hours later she was still playing with his erection against his will. Every time he was close to coming and a bead of semen showed she withdrew her hand and left him frustrated and smothered. She was loving this new twist on her regular torture methods.

'I have some good news and some bad news,' she smirked down at his pain-racked eyes. 'The good news is I'm going to do some overtime tonight.' She couldn't hold back her laughter at the horrified look in his eyes. 'And the bad news is I'm going to make the suffocation even harder for you.'

With that she shifted her posterior into a more comfortable position and began to toy with his aching penis...