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The whole room goes dark.

“Am I dead?” You think to yourself. “Is it possible to think if you are dead?”

Several beams of bright light fill the room as you hear a German accented female voice boom, “down, down, down… get the fuck down on the ground.”

“YOU, WITH THE GUN! UNCOCK THE GUN AND DROP IT.”

“You can hear the metallic rustle as the gun falls to the floor and slides across the concrete.”

“Now get down, right the fuck now!”

Sophia drops to her knees with her head over behind her back, Nancy is already on the ground quietly whimpering.

“All the way! Get all the way down… ALL THE WAY DOWN OR I SWEAR!”

Sophia quickly lies face down pressing her large breast against the cold cement floor.

“YOU IN THE CHAIR! DOWN!!”

“I… I can’t move… my hands and feet are secured to the chair. I… please… I can’t.” You persist.

“Keep your hands on the chair. Don’t move them or I’ll blow your fucking head off.” The German woman warns you as she circles around your chair her gun steadily aiming at your chest.

When she finally realizes your predicament her cheeks slightly flush.

“Natasha, Second floor is clear. I repeat, the second floor is clear. Copy?” A male voice comes over a two-way radio hooked to the blonde’s slender hip.

“Copy that Ivan. Ape boy, what is your status?” The German answers; her gun never deviating from its original position.

“Third Floor. We are searching the last room now.” A new male answers back.

"We secured the external circumference boss. Does that copy?" A third male informs the blonde.

“Loud and clear.” The blonde smiles, “Ape boy, what is your condition?”

“Condition green. Third floor is clear.” A voice that sounds a lot like the second males voice answers.

“Good job ape boy. Everyone stay in their positions.”

“Bailey, Sasha, Derrick… Take these two girls up to the ground level... handcuff them. I will take with this one alone.”

“Yes Ma'am!”

Three burly men rush in grabbing Sophia and Nancy and are out just as quickly.

“Where are you taking them…” You ask concerned for their safety.

“No need to worry young man, your friends will be safe. I have some question that need answered and well… depending on how you answer… these could be a very enjoyable experience or this could be… how should I put it? The wrong answers could be… very detrimental to your health.”

“I don’t know anything.”

“…but, I have not asked my questions yet.”

You nod your head in agreement.

“Good, my first question I must ask is… what is your name.”

“I’m John Doe. What is your name?”

“Excellent! I suppose it is only fair. My name is Natasha Veicht.
Tell me John Doe, why are you strapped to a chair in the basement of the Kamp’s mansion?”

“I’m a journalist the River Heights Newspaper. I was writing an article on the teen detective Nancy Drew. She took an assignment to locate and return Summer Kamp to the family estate.”

“I would say you were doing more then an article John Doe.” The blonde smirks as her eyes wonder over your erection. “Moving on. What do you know of the Eros Cult?”

“Eros Cult…?”

“Yes John… are you telling me you have never heard of them?”

“The name doesn’t sound familiar.”

“Okay John, have it your way.” Natasha raises her gun in the air and fires off two rounds in secession, quickly pressing the nuzzle of the gun against the head of your cock.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

“Natasha, I heard gun shots. Are you okay?”

“Everything is fine down here Sasha. Over and out.”

“I’m sorry John. It’s a shame to tarnish such a perfect specimen as yours but I need you to tell me the truth!”