Ang at Sweltering Celt has given us the theme for our Microfantasy Monday posts this week — Espionage.
Consciousness came back to me like an unwanted visitor. I ached all over and I remembered, with an internal shudder, my tormentors laughing madly as they came at me with yet another round of electro-shock. My screams of pain accompanied me into the welcoming blackness that I was just now waking up from, on my stomach, ankles and wrists bound tightly over some sort of bench, exposed in a most disturbing way.
I tried to remain still, not let on that I was now aware. I could hear one of them approach me, the stride told me it was the really sadistic blond one, though there wasn’t much distinction between them when it came to cruelty. She grabbed my hair and jerked my head up. The searing pain from my scalp made me gasp and she laughed darkly when I opened my eyes and glared at her. She slapped me hard across the face and I tasted blood.
“So, Agent Jones, I see you’ve come back to us” She glanced behind me and spoke to her cohort. “My dear, would you bring me the device you’re holding.. I’d like to give Mr. Jones one more chance to cooperate with us before we resort to that.”
The brunette walked around and stared at me with cruel fascination and a smirk that I would have found very enticing under other circumstances. They were both very attractive, definitely my type, but again, this was not the situation I would have hoped to find myself in with them. Then I saw the ‘device’, cold metal fashioned into a phallic shape, with concentric rings along its shaft. Ok, really? I thought, I’m sure I can handle that.
“Beautiful dildo, isn’t it, Mr. Jones? You seem like a worldly man, I’m sure you’ve had your share of lovers who’ve explored your ass over the years. You will not, however, enjoy being invaded by our little ‘toy'” She nodded to her fellow interrogator who shifted her grip carefully to the base of the dildo and pushed a button on a small remote control. The device began to buzz and several of the concentric circles sprouted spikes of various sizes, and then they began to turn.
The blond laughed again as horror broadcast itself across my face. When I tried to speak through the gag stuffed in my mouth, she shook her head and wagged her finger at me. “I’ve changed my mind. I think it’s too late to save your ass, Agent Jones. We’ll have our fun and you’ll tell us what we want to hear and if we’re feeling particularly generous, we may seek medical care for you when we’re done. For now, be a good boy and don’t use such foul language.”
She gestured to a mirror in front of me, positioned so I could see the brunette, standing behind me , holding the now quiet and smooth device, and baring her teeth in what passed for her smile. She placed the cold metal against my asshole, and no amount of gagging could stifle the howl that came roaring out of me.
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