Frost Questions Samia about Varga

Varga had breakfast prepared, and they sat together and ate. They didn’t say much, as Samia knew that her next day of hard labour was to come.

“I could get you out,” Varga had offered.

But Samia declined, knowing that he would be found out, and risk demotion, or worse.

Before she had finished eating, there was a knock on the door. She quickly gulped down her coffee, knowing she’d not be given anything else until that evening.

Varga answered the door, and Frost waited outside, barely sharing a word or a glance at Varga.

Samia walked over, her eyes down on the floor. She untied the knot in her robe, hanging the robe on the coat hook beside the door. She felt ashamed of herself now, here in Varga’s presence. Her punishment was warranted.

She tried her best to walk normally, not wanting it to be too obvious to Varga that she’d endured her first ass-fucking yesterday, but she was still finding it a little hard.

Frost grabbed her harshly, bending her forwards and shackling her wrists tight together behind her back. He grabbed her by the arm, dragging her along the street as they made their way up the mountain.

“He’s sweet on you, the captain,” Frost said. “Likes to have your lips wrapped around his cock, I bet.”

Samia didn’t respond, and was spanked by him as they walked.

“You are a good fuck, I suppose,” he said.

“Wow,” Samia said sarcastically. “I can die happy, knowing that scum like you considers me ‘a good fuck’.”

Frost stopped in his tracks, staring Samia down with a dirty smirk on his face. He gave her a slap across the cheek, enough to make her flinch and turn her head.

“Less of that whore attitude, huh.”

Samia gulped. “Yes, sir.”

They continued their walk, out of the town of Jocia now, and up the mountain path.

“So, what do know about the captain?” he asked. “Why is he so sweet on such a filthy whore.”

“I… don’t know.”

“Liar.” He licked his lips, but just kept on walking for now. Samia kept up her pace, breasts bouncing, legs struggling after her epic fuck-fest yesterday, and of course, the anal to finish it all off. “I’ll find out, one way or another.”

“Why are you so interested in him?”

That question earned a pause, and her arms were lifted high up from her shackled position above her back. He lifted them so high, it **** Samia down to her knees, and she cried out in pain.

“What makes you think you can ask questions, whore?”

“I, I’m sorry, sir.” She breathed harshly.

He held her there for what felt like a while, until eventually letting go. Samia gathered herself, rising her feet and continuing the walk.

“I need more information about him, and you’re going to give it to me. One way or another.”

They continued, arriving at the labour camp.

“So what’s it going to be, whore? The easy way, or the hard way?”