Interrogation Fun

Dr. J is going to show me his favorite interrogation techniques.
And I'm going to show him a few of mine...



Babe, how's she going to talk with her mouth taped?

Commercial Break

Just what the Doctor ordered!

Sorry for the interruption in the Search for Lakota, but fuck me, I needed that.

Mmmm. There ain't nothing like a real good ... explosion.

The Search for Lakota - Part 2

It had been months since he'd walked out on me. What, did he think he was so fucking good that I'd just fall at his feet? Ha! I was about to show him exactly what I thought of a man that walked out on me.

Okay, so being this close to him, feeling the heat of his body against mine, really fucking excited me.

Still wasn't going to change my plan.

I reached around, patted his ass then aimed the needle.

Next thing I know we're rolling around the floor, my hand empty, the syringe nowhere to be found.

Then he pinned me to my back, his entire body weight pressing down no me, the hard length of his erection jammed into my groin, his lips, just a breath away from mine.

"Nice try babes." His smirk grew as he curved his hips, shoving his cock harder against me.

My body went up in flames, my brain shut down, and I grabbed his head with both hands. Mindless I attacked his mouth, not at all surprised when he met my fervor with his own.

When he broke the kiss, he smiled down at me with his usual grin. "Since you asked so nicely, I'll agree to help you find Lakota."

Well fuck...

To be continued...

The Search for Lakota - Part 1

I investigated all of the homes I knew that Lakota was accustomed to staying. I saved her personal residence for last. I was shocked to see that the house had been bombed and military personnel left to watch over it.

This didn't bode well for Lakota's well being, but I knew the bitch, hung with her, and we hadn't been up to anything lately that would warrant this kind of attention.

Next I checked all of her favorite local hangouts. Then the places she'd been to only a time or two.

I was striking zero here, and I wasn't very happy about that fact.

No one had seen her or heard from her. No one knew anything about armed movement in the area. No one, it seemed, knew any fucking thing.

Then I canvassed her friends and lovers. Once again I got nothing. I didn't keep a list of those that I thought weren't being totally open with me.

Those I would visit again with the proper equipment to insure their full cooperation.

Frustrated, and more than a little confused, I packed it in for the day and returned to the batcave.

Only to find Dr. J waiting for me in my living room...

To be continued...

The Meeting - Part 10 - The Present

Not much impresses me, and I'll be the first to admit that I love to fuck. All the fucking time. And I'm usually not too discriminating about who I'm fucking, so long as they know something about how to do it.

But I woke up in the middle of the day, found Dr. J in bed beside me, and all the things he'd done to me the previous day came crashing into my head. I had to admit that I'd never had sex like that before. And I suspected I'd never again. Unless it was with Dr. J.

It pissed me off.

So I did what any true bitch would do I decided to turn the tables on the arrogant prick. Show him a few of the finer techniques I'd picked up along the way.

God damn it took a while to get it through his head that I was the one in charge. I'd tied him up, of course while he slept, then I started out nicely, lightly running my fingers all over his body, up the insides of his thighs, over his pelvis.

Then I featherd my fingertips down his cock, over his balls, then back up again.

Since he twitched, I did it again, then bent down and ran my tongue along the same path. Then I really got down to business.

I am pleased to tell you, that by bringing him close, but denying him the orgasm for over three hours, he was more than willing to listen to reason.

That's when things got really interesting.

The next afternoon when we crawled into bed I was already planning the games we could play when we awoke.

Except for one thing.

When I woke up that evening, the evil Dr. J, and all his things were gone.

I'd never heard another word from the man.

Until today...

God damn, motherfucking, son of a bitch!

Of all the fucking times for that cunt to show up it was now when I had no fucking use for him. I had better things to do than play his silly games, even if they did fucking blow my mind away.

I paced the length of the cavern I was in, turned and started back the other way.

Fuckity, fucking, fuckers! Lakota was missing. I had no idea why she'd taken off. I didn't even have a starting point to search for her.

And now I had to deal with Dr. J?

He was so going to regret coming face to face with me again.

To be continued

The Meeting - Part 9

Dr. J started on his evil plan. He dug in his bag and came out holding a flogger and a large double dildo. My heart picked up speed in my chest as he moved closer to my side.

"Any last words?" He smirked at me, waggling the dildo.

"Mommy?" I felt a rush of moisture leak out of my vagina.

"Try...Master."

I snorted, and he was quick to flick the flogger and land a stinging blow to my pussy. "I didn't hear you."

He bent over me, spread my labia apart with one hand while he worked the dildo into my cunt and my ass at the same time. He pumped the toy slowly, his tongue tracing a path over his lower lip as he stared at my crotch. "Master."

I didn't move, didn't breath.

Then the flogging started. Light rapid brushes of leather, followed by quick sharp slaps. My pussy lit on fire, my clit throbbed, my arousal shot through the roof. He continued the torture for minutes, hours, I couldn't tell. But I started to come, and once I started, I couldn't stop.

Then he decided I'd had enough.

My limbs fell limply to the bed when he released my bonds, a sigh of pure pleasure escaping me.

"Come on." He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me off the bed.

He made me put a dress and boots on for the next session. I couldn't tell you why, but there was something about the outfit, with my arms over my head that wildly turned me on.

He hiked my skirt in back and started flogging my ass. Sharper, steadier strokes than what he'd used on my cunt. Then he'd stop, and sooth the heated flesh with his hand. Stroke over the curves of my buttocks, down the crack of my ass, to my pussy.

He slid a finger inside of me and I exploded. I cried out as he contined to pump his finger in and out, continued to rub his thumb over my clit.

He continued doing these things, the flogging, then the soothing. Making me come, until I was hanging, exhausted, by my arms.

"Master." He circled me, slapping the flogger into the palm of his hand.

I stared blankly at him, not even certain I understood what he was saying.

"Fine." He clenched his jaw, and released me from the bonds. Then he dressed me in my batsuit and tied my hands around a stalgmite, before baring my ass.

He changed over to his whip, the whip he'd used on me before. A slow series of strikes, alternating from one side of my ass to the other, than rapid slashes of heat that burned straight through to my crotch.

My cunt was on fire, my clit so hard it hurt. Then he dropped the whip, positioned himself behind me, and drove his cock balls deep into my ass.

I shattered, screaming, hot waves of pleasure blasting through me with every thrust of his cock. He increased his pace and drove into me with strong, hard thrusts that had me coming again, and again, and again.

By the time he finally pumped his semen into my depths, my entire body was twitching, my mind was a blur, and my vision was dimming.

I heard someone say "Master," and belated realized the voice was mine.

"Good girl."

Then strong arms were around me, picking me up, carrying me away.

The Meeting - Part 8

I was contemplating all the wicked and vile things I would do to Dr. J the next time I ran into him when I realized I wasn't wearing my boots. I wasn't wearing my boots. Oh my God! The cunt took my boots!

This was a declaration of war. I would not hold back the next time I met Dr. J. He would feel the bite of my whip this time.

I was so involved in my fantasy that I failed to notice the enemy had arrived, and was closing fast.

I fought like the devil, but unarmed and unclothed it was soon over and I was their prisoner. I was also incredibly turned on.

They took me to an empty structure, several miles away, and left me to ponder the error of my ways.

I had no idea if my guards were male or female, but I offered everything in an effort to be untied.

Then I heard the muted sounds of fighting. I wondered vaugely about it, but was certain it had nothing to do with me.

(Meanwhile, in the outer room, Dr. J is beating the shit out of the enemy with a flaming torch.)

I recognized the bullwhip that wound around the trolls. The evil Dr. J was here to rescue me. I was never going to be able to live that down.

After we got back to the batcave, however, I found myself rethinking my gratitude for the man.

"Well my little batbitchlet, you didn't think I was done with you did you?"

"I am soooooo going to kill you when I get out of these bonds!"

"Ha! I'm going to take you in ways you've never been taken before. By the time I'm done with you, no other man will ever be able to satisfy you. Not even close."

"Never!"

He slid that wicked grin at me and I could see it in his eyes...he could, and would do exactly as he promised.

I was doomed.

To be continued...

The Meeting - Part 7

Dr. J drove quickly through part of the complex, then turned on a grass road, and floored the Jeep. Thankfully, there were no signs of our persuers. Yet.

"So where are we going?" I yelled over the sound of the wind.

He flicked a glance at me, but didn't answer my question.

We continued on for several miles, into an area that I was not familiar with. Then he pulled the Jeep to a stop.

"Okay bitch, this is as far as I'm taking you."

I turned and stared at the evil Dr. "You're kidding, right?"

He returned the stare, the lines of his face harsh, his eyes blank. "No."

"But..."

"Out of the Jeep, or I'll come over there, and take you out myself."

What an ass! What a total fucking asshole. With a huff, I levered myself out of the vehicle, and glared back at him. "I will--"

He shifted into gear, and pressed down on the accelerator. I plunked my ass down on a patch of dirt, and flipped him the bird. "Someday Dr. J, I will make you pay for this."

The Meeting - Part 6

I jumped off Dr. J and scanned for my stuff, then remembered that he'd cut my clothing off of me, and I'd abandoned it at that location. All I had were my boots. Dr. J was dressed and had his gun out, by the time I'd gotten them on.

"You got an extra weapon I can use?"

He flicked a glance up towards the sky, "Just run."

I would have argued the point, but the specialists were moving in on us, so I took off. Indy followed, watching our backs as we dodged around the rocks.

"That way," Dr. J motioned with his whip the direction he wanted me to go.

Bullets zinged past me, dirt and rocks erupted as grenades exploded, and on we ran.

We were nearing the end of the buildings, and I was seriously hoping Dr. J had a plan because I'd left my transportation on the other side.

Just then Dr. J grabbed my arm, and hauled me to the side. He pulled me to a stop in front of well concealed Jeep.

"Now let's lose these guys." He shoved me towards the vehicle, jumped in behind me, fired it up, and we were on our way.

To be continued...