Naked interrogation

It was time for the first scene, the one where Yuki would be stripped in an attempt to humiliate her for information. Yuki had thought she would at least start in a prison uniform, but the robe she wore was all that was provided. Worse yet, her tormentors on-stage had every intention of making this as humiliating as possible.

Her arms hooked by Antoinette and Wanda at each side, Yuki looked on in horror as Trisha stepped onto the stage to start the scene.

“Never in my ten years of service have I met someone who refused to break.” She started, her voice loud and strong. Behind the curtain, Wanda and Antoinette pulled Yuki to the center of the stage. With lightning fast fingers. They pulled the loose knot at the front of the robe, opening it to the cool air backstage. Yuki gasped, already mortified as the two girls shimmied her out of her robe. It dropped to the floor, leaving Yuki stark naked and pinned between her two rivals.

“But I have ways of making people talk. Ways that crawl deep into the mind and make a home there. If this prisoner wants to keep secrets, it will be the only secret kept from us!”

Just then, the curtain was raised abruptly. It went up so quickly that Yuki felt blinded by the spotlight that hit her dead in the face. When her eyes adjusted, she felt her whole body go numb. It was a packed audience. Standing room only. And there she was, wearing absolutely nothing. Not even a smile.

Gasps and murmurs rippled throughout the crowd. While Trisha could have easily continued the scene, she seemed to take pleasure in the fact that everyone was drinking in Yuki’s humiliation.

Looking down, Yuki blushed at the sight of her petite breasts in full view of the audience, her light brown nipples sticking out obscenely. Further below that, her clean shaven pussy seemed to be attracting a lot of attention. Despite the no camera policy in the auditorium, Yuki could see people covertly filming her shame.

“We have the prisoner, m’am. What shall we do now?” Wanda asked, her stage voice not as confident as Trisha. Trisha pointed to a prop chair in the center of the stage.

“Strap her into the chair. We have much to discuss”

The chair was a normal desk chair with arms, hastily outfitted with leather cuffs at the wrists and ankles. It dawned on Yuki that she would be made to sit on it, stapled in with her legs parted for all to see! She struggled as Wanda and Antoinette pulled her to the chair and **** her down.

With red cheeks, Yuki watched in horror as they guided her limbs into place. She felt her lower lips part, and knew by the rippling laughter from the crowd that they could all see her most intimate place. Yuki hoped this interrogation would be short….