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Nude Outing | kwondo | 13

 

"Stand up", the Captain orders. I struggle upright, and find that my ass has fallen asleep while perched on the table's edge. My legs buckle as I stand up, and I'm forced to reach out to the Captain to support myself. Instead of steadying me, he steps aside and I fall forward landing on my hands and knees. "Freeze", the Captain says. He reaches to the floor, and picks up one of the team member's belts. I realize that I'm in a very compromising position. My ass is facing the captain who is now holding a belt, and my knees are spread exposing my pussy entirely. My large breasts are hanging down between my arms, and my hands hurt from where I caught my fall. I start to pull my knees together. As I lift one knee, I hear a loud "SLAP" and my ass cheeks suddenly feel like they've caught fire. "Freeze!", the Captain says. I'm so shocked by the pain, that it takes a moment for me to realize what's happening. In that moment, my knee keeps moving. "SLAP!" The belt has landed right between my legs and hits me on my pussy lips, the belt tip whips under me and strikes my clit. This time the pain freezes me in place. I start to cry, my tits shaking uncontrollably as sobs rack my body. "Our interrogation will go much more smoothly for you, if you follow my simple instructions", the Captain says.

The Captain turns to Sgt. Perez, "Secure the table". I hear a shuffling sound and several metallic clanks behind me. "Suspect, stand up", the Captain says. I struggle to my feet. "Turn around", he says. I turn and see that the table that had been up against the wall is now in the center of the room. They've somehow lowered its height, so that it is now around knee high. "Lie on the table, facing the ceiling", the Captain says. I hesitate for a moment, and the Captain starts to move his hand that is holding the belt. I jump forward and dive onto the table. I then turn around so that my back is on the table. The table is almost the exact width as my shoulder blades. My arms hang over the side and my legs are hanging over the end, bent at the knees with my toes touching the floor. "Excellent job, Sgt.", the Captain says. "You correctly assessed the optimal table height."

"Secure the suspect", the Captain says. Lt. Shafer and Sgt. Williams move with clock like precision. Before I can even blink, Lt. Shafer has bent down and grabbed both of my ankles. A split second later, Sgt. Williams has grabbed my shoulders. I lift my head and can see Shafer's face looking over my pussy mound. He inhales deeply through his nose and exhales so forcefully that I can feel his breath on my still burning pussy lips. "Very clean, sir", he says to the Captain. "At least Officer Johnson is good for something", the Captain replies. I drop my head, just as Sgt. Williams leans forward, her breasts falling on each side of my face. She's putting just enough weight on my face that her tits are holding my head in place. I smell a mixture of sweat and a perfume that I can't quite identify.

I hear Sgt. Perez say "On your left...", and feel another set of hands grab my right ankle. I hear a metallic sound and realize that each ankle is being handcuffed to the table legs. "Oh my God!" I cry, although with the tits pressed against my mouth it comes out as "ohhmwagaa". I begin thrashing about, but both of my ankles are securely fastened. I suddenly feel a sharp pinching pain on each of my nipples. I freeze as I hear Sgt. Williams say, "Suspect restrained". I hear Sgt. Perez again, "On your right...", and can do nothing but sob as I feel each wrist fastened to the other two table legs. "Suspect secure", and all three of the cops release their hold on me and step back from the table. I hear the Captain, "Not bad, 55 seconds. You've beaten the 1 minute mark on your first try."

There is a sudden silence, broken only by the whirl of the video camera in the corner. Officer Johnson is still standing behind the camera, and is looking at a monitor to his right. The entire monitor is filled with a close up of my manacled body. My legs are spread wide and my secured ankles have placed my legs in a similar position as a gynecologist's stirrups. My arms are pulled above my head and behind me, so that my tits are pulled slightly apart. Johnson's cock is completely erect and is twitching on its own. The head has turned slightly purple and a long thread of pre-cum is hanging from it's tip. The camera is mounted on a wheeled tripod, and the Officer wheels it to the side. He's now focused directly between my legs and zooms in on my spread pussy. I can still see the red welt from where the Captain's belt made contact with my pussy. My vagina is still slightly dilated from it's previous reaming, and as the camera zooms in its light illuminates an inch or two of my vaginal cavity.

"I think we're ready", the Captain says. "Commence the interrogation, Technique 1."

 

What is Technique 1?


          Sgt. Williams demonstrates.

 
 
 

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