The Interrogation Continues

Once Captain Renault had left, the two policemen native to Morocco took over. Thanks to the wide-cut trouser legs popular at the time, they did not have to remove their shoes, but could just slip the pants over their footwear.

The first one up grabbed Nadia's head the same way the Prefect of Police had done: a handful of hair at the top of her head; his other hand under her chin, holding it and her jawline tightly. He said simply, "Open".

She hesitated, glaring up at him. Her large, brown eyes were red from her earlier tears and flaming in anger. But when he said, "Open," a second time, a little more forcefully, she slowly lowered her jaw. Immediately, he shoved his cock inside her mouth and then said, "Suck."

Just like she had done with the Frenchman earlier, the bent over Nadia, her wrists cuffed to the rungs at the bottom of the stool, closed her lips around the policeman's dick to form a seal and began to draw on it. Creating a vacuum on it. The policeman slowly rotated his hips as the prisoner sucked him into a full blown erection. Once that was accomplished, he started to face-fuck her. She gaged and coughed, naturally, and at one point he shoved his cock all the way down her throat, keeping it buried there. Her eyes watered, filling, and then the tears spilled out to flow down her cheeks. All the while her air was being depleted. As she had done with the Police Prefect, she stamped her feet in protest. But the policeman stood firm, keeping his dick crammed down her throat as her face got redder and redder.

And then he was gone. Stepping back and letting her head snap up to gasp for air. But it is a short-lived reprieve. For after just three gulps of the much needed oxygen, the other policeman was gripping her head and repeating the one syllable command, "Open".

It was the same dance as before. Once he was hard, he face-fucked for a bit and then packed his length down her gullet.

When he finally stepped away, she rapidly panted. Trying to fill and empty her lungs as many times as she could before the first policeman returned. Which was only two or three seconds. This time he was not content with merely holding her head. This time he stood still and jerked her head back and forth, sometimes accidentally causing her to gag when he pulled her too far forward. And then, he did the intentional, prolonged dick-down-her throat.

As soon as he stepped away, the other policeman stepped up.

Nadia had no idea how many times they changed up on her. No idea of how many times she was fearful of suffocation. By the time one of the policeman started ejaculating inside her mouth, she was actually thankful for the sperm. Thankful that at least one of them had gotten off and he should be out of the game.

While she was spitting out her mouthful of cum and simultaneously trying to catch her breath, the second policeman's cock was shoved into her mouth. This time she actually resumed her earlier sucking action. Trying to speed his orgasm along. Her tactic worked; the policeman was soon spilling his seed into her mouth. She had not even had her air supply cut off.

Lying there on top of the stool, her head hung down, and her shoulders rose and fell repeatedly as she finally... finally... was able to breathe again. The sound of the door opening caused her to lift her head to see two different men, dressed in uniforms of gray rather then khaki, enter. "Wh-what is this?" she said fearfully, speaking to the policemen for the first time since she was brought in.

One of the policemen paused in pulling on pants to explain. "The guards will be taking over from now on."

"N-n-now?" her tear-stained face looked back and forth fearfully.

One of the guards pulled a jack knife out of his pocket and began cutting away her clothing. "Not right this minute," the man answered, pulling the strips of cloth out from under her to drop on the floor. Like the two policemen in the room, he was Moroccan by birth and spoke her language. "You will be allowed to rest for abit before we resume interrogating you. We will do this at random intervals until you..." He looked over at the police officers, "Are we trying to get a confession or evidence?"

"Evidence," the now fully dressed policeman answered. "We need to know the name of the person who hired her." He started to leave but the guard called after him, pointing town to her cuffed wrists. "Oh, yeah," the police officer said sheepishly and squatted down to unlock the cuffs. He returned one set the pouch on his belt and passed the other set to his partner.

The now fully naked young woman stiffly straighten up. She tried to cover herself with her arms and hands, but the guards pulled them away. Standing on both sides of her, each guard clutching her upper arm, she was led away to a cell. As they walked down the concrete hallway, she was glad they were holding her arms, her nudity not withstanding. After what she had been through, her legs were shaky and wobbly.