The Interrogation Pt. 04

Final day (nearly).

At the end of her shift Major Olga Vavaski had gleefully given strict instructions to her sergeant which would not only bring further suffering and consternation to their victim but would cause him considerable frustration as well. Vavaski was trying out a new methodology in her interrogation techniques. These were a few important factors which could, if it worked, have the possibility of accelerating the 'breaking down' process.

Sergeant Antonova had grinned at her superior's instructions. She would gladly carry them out, she'd told the Major. Would it be possible that she herself could practise the frustration technique? She was delighted when Vavaski agreed, but was told to be extremely careful to not allow him to release his ejaculation. She was also instructed that after she'd finished with him the prisoner should then be immobilised sufficiently for him to be unable to relieve himself. Later that evening after the sergeant had used him for her face sitting and cock teasing torment she chained him to the floor as usual but restrained his arms behind his back. Major Watson had lain in torment most of the night, his erection never diminishing.

'Wake up, Major!' Vavaski called. She'd wanted an early start, arriving even before the early-bird sergeant. Her sleep had been restless and she had been up thinking most of the night.

He woke with a start. Her blue eyes had been gazing at his good-looking face and had smiled to herself at the sight of his swollen erection.

'It looks like you are pleased to see me,' she enthused, turning to show him her bulbous backside near to his face.

'N...o... p...p...please!' he whined. He had held out from being broken far longer than most. Now, satisfyingly, she knew he was now at breaking point.

'Well?' she grinned, squatting to lightly finger his throbbing penis-head. 'Tell me what I need to know'.

He blurted out the name of the agent and where they could be found.

'Very good,' Vavaski said, rising and opening the cell door. Now she had the information there was only one outcome left. Her and her fellow officers considered this to be the best part of any interrogation. Or rather there was always only one outcome up until now.

She wriggled her bottom at his frightened face. 'Don't go away and I'll be back to have some more fun with you soon.'

When Olga Vavaski entered the office Colonel Waneski was filling in the finalisation execution papers for the other prisoner who had been face sat to death by her captain. He had been broken and eliminated two days previously but it was only now she'd found the time to do the paperwork. It had been so busy over the last few weeks due to spy networks being uncovered the colonel had unusually even participated in the face sitting interrogations herself. It had been a long time since she'd been involved in the everyday side of the department to this extent. She wasn't sorry though. She'd actually missed that side of things.

'He has given me the information,' Vavaski proudly informed her. Then she debriefed her superior officer, telling her the alteration of smothering interrogation techniques.

'This is fascinating, Major!' the colonel exclaimed. 'And well done. If we'd used the old-fashioned methods of brutality he may have held out for another week'.

'Or died before he'd told us anything,' Vavaski added.

'Indeed,' the colonel agreed. She looked thoughtful for a moment, her hands smoothing across her skirted bottom spreading across her chair. 'And now we have the information we must carry out the execution.' She rose. 'I think I will do the necessary in this instance.'

Immediately a worried expression crossed Olga Vavaski's attractive face.

'But I thought I was to carry out the execution, Sir,' Vavaski exclaimed anxiously.

''It has been quite a long time since I have executed a detainee,' the colonel admitted. 'And as you know I would not ask my officers to do anything that I would not undertake myself.' She smiled broadly at the thought of it. It had been so long, too long.

'But, sir,' Vavaski thought quickly. 'I had hoped to finalise this particular prisoner myself.'

'I need to do this,' Colonel Waneski insisted. 'Just to keep my hand in, as it were.'

Major Vavaski stood up to her full height. 'I really must request that I be permitted to carry out the execution, Comrade Colonel.'

'What is so special about this one?' There was a slightly quizzical look on the colonel's face.

Vavaski looked her senior straight in the eye. 'I enjoyed this interrogation because he was such a hard nut to crack. It would mean so much to me if I could execute him, sir.'

'Very well, Major, as it seems to be so special to you.' The colonel looked disappointed. 'You are a good officer and one day you will be in charge of this section.'

Vavaski saluted graciously. 'Thank you, Colonel.' She turned on her heels.

'And, Major,' the colonel called after her. 'Make him suffer'.

Both women smiled knowingly. But Vavaski was smiling about something else. Something that no one had done before, and if she was ever found out she could end up in prison herself. But then what would life be if you didn't take risks. And he did have the nicest face she'd ever sat on.