The Interrogator - Page 19

“Your erect penis. In front of me you would do that, Bobby? Before a woman you would wantonly play with yourself like a naughty boy?”

Her tone was straightforward, tinged with mocked surprise... naïveté... seeming to motivate a response She was accomplished in encouraging the words to flow, delving into the depths of my thinking.

“Yes, ma’am, it’s been a long time.”

“It’s been a long time because I have so decided. I can give the command anytime, Bobby, and your hand will be free to rub the very flesh off that useless stick.”

“So let’s review. If you’re bad, I can have you sent to the discipline room again perhaps a visit to the nurse, or both. If you’re good, I can have that strap released and you can show me how naughty boys perform for themselves.”

With a click, the slide changed. The beautiful naked woman disappeared from the ceiling. I was disheartened but had come to learn that indeed women controlled all. Still there were the prospects of having one hand released, such a simple gesture but so pleasant to contemplate.

Would Miss Denise actually let me masturbate for her?

My wandering mind returned my focus to a new slide on the ceiling. A girl, fully clothed. In her teens, she was Asian and as with most Asian girls it was impossible to correctly judge her age.

Her pose was almost a duplicate of that in the prior slides.

“Want me to push again, Bobby? Do you think with another click the same sequence will begin?”

I paused in thought. Having been denied all such enjoyment for many weeks, having become accustomed to baring all to my jailers, what did it matter if I looked at sordid pictures? Lying restrained and naked in a subterranean cell, I felt like a pubescent boy sneaking a peek at his father’s dirty magazine collection.

“Yes, ma’am.”

A click and the image changed to show the girl wearing a skimpy bathing suit quite similar to that worn by the initial girl. Whomever arranged the collage was exacting, same pose, same attire though a different and younger girl.

“Another?”

“Yes. ma’am.”

Yes, I was eager to disrobe her. The girl’s image changed to one of all skin. Smooth blemishless skin, nicely shaped, firm, modest breasts as expected with girls of Asian descent.

I strained to watch Miss Denise walk to the case where all the wires connected. She looked down and smiled.

“Very good, Bobby. You seem to be most entertained.”

“We’re going all the way through, Mila. Mr. Dawson seems most acquiescent. Job well done.”

Miss Denise’s congratulatory proclamation seemed to embrace a subtle message, for Mila came into my peripheral vision and then moved on to the door. The sounds of opening and closing indicated she departed.

“The memories become a little strong for her, Bobby. It’s best she not be near you with the prod.

“Now let’s see...where were we?.. Oh yes, the pictures. More?”

Under my direction, at my behest, Miss Denise clicked onward. Another girl, first clothed, then garbed in bathing attire, then naked. Was the girl younger?

Alone with Miss Denise, completely restrained, I felt a degree of comfort despite my nakedness and displaying myself erect. I seemed to control something for the first time in many weeks. She would politely ask if I desired to see the next slide and I would have to vocalize an affirmative answer. The thick neck collar obviated nodding, and she seemed to insist on a audible reply.

Still the slides continued only when I expressed desire to see another and only after I fully answered her questions ‘did I like it?’, ‘how did it make me feel?’, follow-up questions to my responses, then the prompting for more. A prompt to which I affirmatively responded, of course.

But the models were getting younger and Miss Denise’s questions became more and more explicit!

Then came onto the screen a very young form, fully clothed. Obviously prepubescent. I answered the initial questions then gulped when the ultimate question came. I paused. The girl was very young, but why stop? Who would know? Just me and Miss Denise, who seemed to be quite open minded. And after all, the pictures were hers not mine!

So just as with the others, I called for the next slide... the bathing suit pose.

“Very young, very pretty wouldn’t you say Bobby?”

I did not answer. I just stared.

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