You turn up the pressure

Inches from her face, you knead her sticky spit into your shaft, so close you can feel her cool breath on your skin. You palm her forehead and turn her gaze upwards, looking her in the eye while you jack off in front of her.

You turn around and park your asshole on her lips, grabbing the back of her head to smear her face in between your buttcheeks. Grimacing in disgust, Karina protests through your sphincter.

“PBBFFTT, what is this?! You make mockery of international law!” she sputters, the sour, acrid smell of your asscrack singeing her nostrils. You practically ran a half marathon earlier, and your private parts are rank.

“Here’s what I think of your ‘international law,’” you say mockingly. “SQUURBBBBBFFFTTT!” Karina recoils as the smell of hot gas wafts over her face.

“Urrrguh!” she gags, dry heaving into your butthole. Her tongue protrudes from her mouth just enough for you to kiss it with your sphincter. The wet sticky feeling makes your cock jump.

“Ennguhh… Do your worst, pig,” she pants, sucking wind between your buttcheeks. Straining, you clench your stomach and let out another burst of air, this one silent but deadly.

“Sniff… Sniff sniff… URRRAAAGGHHH!!!” she retches, incensed by the smell of what hot coffee and cigarettes will do to a man’s rectum. You push her even deeper between your asscheeks, scrunching up her big, slavic beak with your tailbone. Unable to breathe, she starts to struggle, shaking her head back and forth until you finally let her go.

She sputters at the ground while you turn to face her. “Ready to talk?” You growl.

“Cough, cough, you know, in Motherland, we would be ripping off your fingernails, one by one, until you screamed for mercy like little girl. In America? You pukat in ladies face like she is dog…” You crack her across the jaw in response.

“It seems you’ve forgotten which one of us is tied up, dog,” you say, mimicking her comically thick accent. “Now tell me who you work for.”

“If I tell you, you would not believe me,” she slurs. “My orders come straight from the mouse himself.” You grab her shoulders and lean in close.

“The mouse? Who is the mouse?!” You interrogate.

“Oh but you know him, American. He goes by Michael,” she giggles. “Michael Mouse.” Karina doubles over in laughter at her poorly translated joke. You glare at her, obviously your interrogation technique isn’t working.

You stroll back over to your trench coat to retrieve some of your more unconventional interrogation tools, the kind that you won’t find in the CIA handbook. First is a Jennings mouth gag, a tool used by orthodontists to forcibly prop someone’s mouth open. You had unfortunately become familiar with it after a particularly unpleasant root canal.

Next up, a leather belt. You rarely ever got the chance to wear it, seeing as you normally go commando under your trench coat, but it had come in handy more than once as a makeshift **** device, not to mention its utility as a bludgeon or whip.

Finally, a set of nose hooks, fixed to a black collar with a leash. The hooks stretched over one’s head and plugged into their nostrils, scrunching their nose up like a pig’s. Maybe not the classiest tactic in the book, but you had found that humiliation worked wonders when it came to breaking a suspect.

With all these instruments gathered, you walk back over to Karina, carefully placing them on the table one at a time. You turn to face her. “Now, I don’t normally do this, but I also don’t normally **** a lady as pretty as you are. Last chance to talk, otherwise, pick an instrument,” you say sternly.

“I have never been hit with belt before,” Karina remarks. Breathing out a frustrated sigh, you grab her by her sports bra and lift her to her feet, grabbing a hold of the cups and ripping her brassiere down the middle. Her perky C cups bounce as they spill out of her top, wobbling back and forth before they come to a halt. You grab the back of her athletic shorts by the waistline and spin her around, wrenching her shorts and panties to her ankles.

You grab the belt off the table and trace the curves of her athletic buttcheeks with it. “Last chance, Karina,” You warn. “I’d hate to ruin such a pretty set of legs.”

Karina hesitates, making a big gulp and exhaling. “Idi va zhobu, sooka,” she growls. You’re not fluent in Russian, but you know how to tell somebody to go fuck yourself.

The belt whistles as it flies at her ass.

WHACK!

Karina lets out a soft, whimpering moan, standing up on her toes from the pain. Her curves jiggle like a bag of water as she thrashes up and down.

“How about now?” You say sternly.

“Sooka,” she grunts.

WHACK!

“Sooka!”

WHACK!

“Unhh… SOOKA!”

WHACK WHACK WHACK!

“NNNHHHHAAAAAAHHHH!!!” she squeals, bouncing her knees in frustration. Her cheeks are bright red, mottled with small abrasions from the stitching on the belt. You wind up and spank her over and over again, not stopping until she collapses to the floor.

You bend down and get close to her, feigning concern. “Oh my god, are you ok? That looked like it really hurt—” You grab her ass and knead aggressively, squeezing at her tender skin like an Indian rug burn.

“AUUUGGGUHHGUUHGUUHH!!!” She screeches, kicking her bound feet so hard she rotates on the floor.

“Still don’t wanna talk eh?” You say menacingly.

“FUCK YOU!!!” She spits. You grab her by her hair and drag her up to her knees, snatching the collar off the table and clasping it around her neck. You stretch the hooks over the top of her head, threading it into her nostrils and tightening the strings. The hooks dig into her nose, scrunching it up against her face like a little piggy.

“Wait wait wait wait!!! I’ll talk, I’ll talk,” she screeches. “Huff, huff, Carlos Banderas, he is man that hired me. He use agent from hostile country as red herring.”

You slap her in the face, hard, but not as hard as before. “Who is he?!” You bark.

“He is billionaire from Mexico City. Why he have me kill you I do not know, all I know is he want you dead and he give me five million dollars if I kill you. I swear on my Mama and my Papa this is all I know,” she says tearfully.

You grab the mouth gag off the table. “Well, I’ll be sure to tell headquarters how eagerly you gave me this information, after I facefucked it out of you…” You cackle. Karina shakes her head no, but you grab her by the chin and slide the gag in between her teeth, pressing its switch and cranking her mouth wide.