Tanya Cavric Is Interviewed

Tanya Cavric was waiting nervously in one of the interrogation rooms on the second floor of police headquarters. Her appointment was for one, but she had arrived at noon, eager not to be late. There was only a rectangular table, two wooden arm chairs facing each other on either side of the table, and a wooden straight back chair against a wall. The green painted room with the bare, dark wood floor had no windows, either exterior or interior. The only other object in the room was a clock mounted high on the wall.

The young, twenty-something woman repeatedly crossed, then re-crossed, her long, shapely legs, the action making a slithering hiss of nylon against nylon. At five feet six inches, she was a tall girl, relatively speaking. Every time she glanced at the clock, it was only fifteen seconds later than the last time she looked. She considered removing the dark blue wide brim hat with the rounded crown from her head. However, she thought that it added a certain flair to the matching dark blue business suit and dark blue high heels. For the hundredth time she smoothed down the collar tabs of her open-neck white blouse and brushed the blonde strands of her shoulder length hair off to the side.

The sound of the door opening behind her startled the woman, causing her to turn her head around. She was relieved to see it was Captain Renault entering with a few items in his hand.

"I hope I have not kept you waiting too long," he said as he closed and locked the door behind him before walking over to the table.

"Oh, no, Captain," Tanya replied, looking back at the large, round white face clock. "You are precisely on time."

Captain Renault also glanced at the clock, seeing that his watch and the clock were synchronized. The second hand of the wall clock was just sweeping past the six. The Prefect of Police had been standing outside the room for five minutes, wanting to impress the woman with police efficiency and promptness.

He set the items down on the table. Miss Cavric could see the unsigned exit visa that she was so **** to obtain. On top of it was an ink pad inside a closed tin case, a wooden handled rubber stamp, and a few rubber bands. Then her brows knit. On the end of the table was a coil of white cotton rope.

"Now, before we begin our interview," he stood in front of her, his hands behind him on the desk as he leaned against it. "I want to review the terms of our... understanding."

Tanya nodded her head and Renault continued. "There is a processing fee for an exit visa. You do not have the money to pay the fee." Again she nodded. "I am willing to pay the fee out of my own pocket."

That statement was not totally false. There was a fee, but it was only two francs. Renault kept the rest of the exorbitant amount that he required for his signature. So by not lining his own pocket on this transaction, the money was, in a sense, coming from him. In the form of loss revenue.

"In return, you agree to provide certain... considerations... to me," he told her. Her nod was a little less confident than the previous ones. She had debated for over a week on whether to accept his terms or not, and now she was beginning to have second thoughts.

"If, at any time, you wish to terminate our interview, all you have to say is," Renault paused for effect. "Heil Hitler."

"Hiel Hitler?" Tanya's wide brown eyes blinked. Was this worldly, sophisticated man making a joke that she did not understand?

"Hiel Hitler," Renault verified. "Say that phrase and the interview is terminated immediately."

He looked down at her for a few moments, giving her a chance to respond. Her eyes were focused downward, her full lips parted, as she considered. When she lifted her eyes, her gaze briefly passed over the unsigned form and all it stood for. "I understand," she looked him square in the eyes, trying to demonstrate her resolve.

Pushing away from the table, the Prefect of Police began unbuckling his black Sam Browne belt to place in the seat of the straight back chair against the wall. "Anything else you say, I shall disregard. You can yell... curse.... plead," he opened a button on his navy blue coat with each example. "You can even scream or cry," he slipped out of the coat to drape across the back of the chair.

Returning once more to the table, he stood in front of her and leaned far forward so that his eyes were level with hers. "Do you understand?"

She nodded numbly, the brim of her hat flopping up and down from the action.

"Good," Renault straighten up. "Please remove your panties and hand them to me."

She blinked her eyes rapidly, becoming increasingly more confused and apprehensive. She knew that she had agreed to have sex with him. Possibly in ways that she had never done or even heard of before. But she had assumed it would be in a hotel room or at worse on the couch in his office. Not in such an intimidating environment.

Renault remained silent, letting any inner thoughts, fears, and desires resolve themselves. With Zombie-like movements, she stood up. She thought of turning away from him, but what would be the point? She would probably be naked in a matter of only minutes. Idly she wished the clock on the wall had moved slower.

The Prefect of Police watched as the young woman slowly hoisted the hem of her dark blue pencil skirt, revealing more and more of her shapely legs. Past the knees. The darker color of her stocking tops began to come into view. Then the straps of her garter belt. Until finally he could see the whiteness of her panties. From the sheen of them, he assumed they were silk.

Staring straight ahead, she hooked her thumbs into the elastic waistband and tugged the undergarment down over her hips, lifted one foot and then the other, to step out of them. Standing up straight once more, Miss Cavric looked at Captain Renault for the first time since he had given her the order. She dropped the panties into his outstretched hand. He had been correct, they were silk. Shoving the undergarment into his back pocket as if a handkerchief, he said, "Lift your skirt up around your waist again and hold it there."

Only by glancing over at the exit visa was Tanya able to muster the resolve to do as she was told. "Ahhh," Captain Renault commented as the tall girl stood there, her skirt bunched up around her waist, the straps of her garter belt framing her pussy. "I was right."

Her pubic hair was dark and thick. Walking over to her, he reached down to run his finger tips over the coarse curls. "Open your eyes," he told her. "Throughout this interview I want you to always keep your eyes open."

When she obeyed, Captain Renault could see the tears of humiliation in her eyes. "Spread your legs." There was the sound of a shoe sliding across the floor and he resumed stroking her, seeking out the cleft between her lower lips. Finding it, he pushed the folds apart and slowly slid his middle finger into her. Feeling the warm softness of her vagina. After a few moments, he begin to slide his finger back and forth. She tried turning her head away, but with his other hand he grabbed her chin. The Prefect's grip was firmer than it needed to be. Almost cruel. Definitely painful. She gasped and he snatched her face around in his direction. "Always keep your eyes open and always look at me!" he hissed, his face just inches from hers. As he corrected her, he continued to finger-fuck her. "Do you understand."

Tanya nodded silently, trying desperately not to start crying. The nodding caused the wide brim of her hat to undulate like a flag in a gentle breeze. Withdrawing his finger, he carefully removed her hat. "And we won't be needing this for the interview." After he had placed the hat carefully down on the table, he walked past her to pull her chair farther back from the table. He made a mental note of approval that she was still standing there, holding up her skirt to keep her pussy on display. "Sit down, please, Miss Cavric."

She hurried to the chair, fearful to ask if she had to keep her skirt up. Taking a chance, she shoved it back down in place. If he disapproved, she could always hoist it again. Taking a pocket knife from his, of all places, pocket, Captain Renault cut off two sections of the braided white cotton rope. Circling the chair, he instructed her to lean forward and reach back to grab the top of the chair. In the center. It resulted in an awkward position, but she did as he said and sat there with her arms angled back and up, her upper body bent uncomfortably low.

He pushed her hands closer together, so that they were touching. Draping the first piece of rope across her wrists, he wrapped the rope around them several times, wrapping the ends in opposite directions. The tied the ends together in a square knot. The lengths of rope left over, he wrapped around the loops that were holding her hands together.

When those ends were tied off, he used the second length of rope to wrap around the rope binding her wrists to the frame of the back of her chair.

"You have such lovely hair," Captain Renault said, stroking the side of her head as she sat there bent nearly in two. "So soft and golden. I admit it was the first thing I noticed about you." He walked over to the table. "That, and your long legs." Captain Renault was only two inches over five foot six himself. "However, for this interview, your hair will get in the way."

Like a loving father, the policeman gathered her long tresses together, and with one of the rubber bands, made a ponytail.

One of the advantages of the wide legs of the 1940's was, a man could remove his pants without taking off his shoes. So it was a simple matter for Captain Renault to peel off the trousers of his uniform and drape them over his jacket on the back of the straight chair. His boxers he deposit on top of the Sam Browne belt.

Remembering his orders, Tanya Cavric's eyes followed his every movement. When he came back over to again stand in front of her, she was not sure whether she should roll her eyes up to look at his face, or to lower her gaze to stare at the penis just slightly below her chin.

She stared at the penis.

Having a beautiful bound blonde staring at his cock caused Captain Renault to slowly start to develop an erection. Spreading the fingers of his left hand, he clasped her forehead, his thumb pointing downward. He pulled her head forward and lower. With his right hand, he lifted his growing dick and held the head of it next to her closed mouth. Using his left thumb and forefinger, he pinched her nostrils together. Eventually her air ran out and Tonya had to gasp for more. Her open mouth provided him the chance to slip the head of his cock in between her parted lips.

Still short of breath, Tonya realized that resisting him would obtain nothing. It certainly would not obtain an exit visa. So, opening her jaws farther, she strained to move in even nearer, her lips closing around his cock.

Seeing that she was submitting, Captain Renault released both his cock and her nostrils to grab the back of her head with both hands. She made muffled moaning sounds as she tried to breathe in more air as the policeman pulled her head closer to himself. Her sounds increased as her mouth became filled with the now fully erect prick. He held her in that position, leaning over as far as she could, a hard cock between her lips, for several seconds. Trying to make it register to her that this was the way things would be for the rest of the interview.

Satisfied that she had accepted her fate, he moved his hands to began to run a loosely closed fist along the length of her ponytail. With his other hand, he caressed the side of her head. Tonya submissively stayed in that position until Renault started hunching his hips back and forth. She began to rock her torso, trying to match and compliment his movements to his. Occasionally their tango resulted in his cock penetrating her mouth too deeply and the blonde would ****.

Re-arranging his hands, one gripping the base of her ponytail, the other holding her under the chin, Renault brought her mouth further down on his cock. She found it difficult to breathe, but she fought her gag reflex, allowing him to remain buried in her oral cavity for as long as he desired.

Eventually Captain Renault lifted Tanya's head and she gasped for air. He only allowed her a second or two before pulling her mouth back down on him. Standing still with his legs spread wide apart, he jerked her head back and forth. She made a loud gurgling noise each time the wide head of his cock struck the back of her throat.

After face fucking her in that fashion for several moments, Renault cupped his let hand under Tonya's chin and allowed her to come up for air. While she panted desperately for breath, he collected the saliva that had flowed from her mouth when the hard dick was pistoning in an out of her. Renault rubbed his hand all over Tonya's face and she whimpered at the humiliation of having being smeared with her own spit. Of course, there was nothing she could do about it.

Except use the 'safe words'. Which would cost her the exit visa.

When he brought her mouth back onto his cock, she resolved to try to give him everything he wanted, so that she could get what she wanted. As his hips thrust back and forth, she renewed her rocking motion as best she could. The spit flowed out from the corners of her mouth. It dribbled down onto the front of her skirt as the two worked together to **** her mouth.

This became their routine. Fuck her mouth. Let her catch her breath wile he smudged her features with her spit. Then back to face fucking.

Tonya had no idea of how long she endured the ****; Captain Renault's body blocked her view of the clock. It seemed like an eternity. Just when she wondered how much longer she could last, she heard her tormentor starting to pant. Starting to breathe more rapid. Starting to thrust his hips more forcefully.

Her spirits lifted, this was all about to end. But then the thought struck her about what the ending would entail. Rolling her eyes upwards, she looked at Louis Renault's contorted face. His gaping mouth, his flushed complexion, his bulging neck veins, his head thrown back, his clenched eyes.

She tried to mentally brace herself for the torrent of cum she knew she was about to receive.

Simultaneously the pair made loud noises; Renault groaning when he started cumming, Tonya squealing as her mouth was flooded. Thick jets splattered repeatedly inside her oral aperture. She could feel the slimy goo coating the insides of her cheeks and her palate. She frantically swallowed over and over, urgently trying to keep up with the volume. Despite her bulging cheeks and spasming neck muscles, some of his sperm oozed from the sides of her mouth.

When at last his orgasm had subsided, Renault staggered away from the young woman. He went over to the chair next to the wall and used his handkerchief to wipe the saliva and sperm from his spent dick.

Tonya was left bent over, her head hanging down. Her shoulders repeatedly rose and fell as she inhaled deep lungfuls of air. Her face glistened with spit, her cheeks were streaked with mascara, and cum dangled from her bottom lip. With her hands bound behind her, she was unable to do anything about any of that.

Fully dressed once more, the Prefect of Police swaggered over to the other side of the table and sat down in the arm chair. As he placed the visa in front of himself, he extracted a fountain pen from his inside jacket pocket. Signing his name with a flourish, he announced, "Miss Cavric, it is my pleasure to inform you that your application has been approved." He slammed the rubber stamp down on the sheet of paper.

Rising from his chair, he circled the table and desk to stand once more before the messy young woman. Even the front of her skirt was soiled. He bent down to kiss the top of her head.

Captain Renault went around the chair and out his pocket knife once more. Deftly he cut through the ropes, freeing her wrists. "Present the visa along with your passport to customs and you may leave the country." He paused at the door to give the standard departure phrase. "I hope your visit to Morocco has been a pleasant one."