The Finer Points of Interrogation
The Finer Points of Interrogation
I should have known she would be trouble as soon as she walked in. Trouble wearing a red dress, clinging tight to buxom curves that could make anyone turn to stare. And the Siberian Husky knew what assets she had to use for her negotiation, leaning over my desk to let me get a very good look at them while she gave me her story. Her name was Katyusha, and she was on the run, a show girl whose manager didn't want her to leave her current job. She needed my protection, and how could I have said no to those baby blue eyes of hers when she pleaded her case for help. I should have known right then and there that visits like these only happen in stories and I'd be walking right into a trap. It would be very good looking trap at least as I watched that shapely rear sway along with the hypnotizing swing of her black and white tail when she left.
The city is Las Vegas, and my name's Joe Buck. American born Border Collie, I was a private investigator for hire. My current case had me racing to meet Katyusha at her penthouse suite. She was worried about a threat she had received, but there was something strange with the request. I had been tracking a few other cases, and time and time again they connected to her in some little way. I figured I could use the time to try to get the clues in order as I walked up to the door. Giving the penthouse suite door a knock as I walked right into that trouble.
Now I consider myself a fairly athletic fellow, but the tables were pretty quickly turned once I entered. One moment I was looking around the dimly lit room. The next I was inspecting the carpet, face down as my wrists were being bound behind me. I struggled where I could, but by then my unseen assailant had quite the upper hand. My shirt abruptly tugged up and back over my head to help bind my arms. Something silky and musky scented was pulled around my head, blindfolding me. And unceremoniously I was pushed into a chair, my bound wrists strapped firmly to the back of the cushioned chair. I strained to determine who the captor was as I jerked my ankles, but finding them soon bound to the legs of the sturdy chair despite my resistance.
I should have known who it was though ss everything began to fall into place. The silky smooth voice of Katyusha greeting me, as I felt those slim fingers brush along my soft chest fur. I gritted my teeth as she rubbed, tantalizing slow along my belly, teasing my belt buckle with soft strokes. It seemed she had me right where she wanted, because she was the deadly Queen of Vice herself. I should have realized where I had seen those blue eyes before, peering from the shadows while on my other investigations. And now I had caught up to the ringleader herself, well, caught in her grasp that is. "I should have realized, you came to me to try to get me out of the picture," I asked, trying to remain brave as those long fingers teased upon the lap of my slacks. The heat within my pants was quickly growing uncomfortable, tenting with the effects of those delicate brushes.
"Oh of course, but what I need to do now is to find out what you really know," She replied, a seductive smoothness to her voice as she cupped that firmness in my pants, "and males are so easy to get information from." I grunted, squirming under the sensual touches of those fingertips, circling the throbbing tip of my canid arousal even as I strained to hold back, panting, "hff, and, and how are you going to get me to talk?"
"I'll show you the some of the finer points of interrogation. First, we need to get you more, comfy, then you are now." Her voice sweet, lowering down towards my lap as fingers began to unclasp my belt. My heart was pounding, the scent of her flowery perfume didn't mask the strong musks of arousal, and I began to realize that musky silkiness around my eyes was likely her panties. Strongly scented with her lust as I groaned to the erotic tickles of fingers with the unzipping of my pants. With a sure, steady tug my slacks slid down the chair and my legs. Leaving only a hapless pair of underwear between my arousal and her fingers. Her breath warm puffs against the slickness of pre my arousal left on my underwear. I whimpered with fearful lust, soon becoming quite exposed to the buxom husky, as her fingers traced that most delicate flesh. Her voice smooth and calm, controlling "good boy, now, tell me what you know, and I'll soon give you a reward. Otherwise, things might have to get harder..."
I didn't know how I could get any harder then this as my tail nervously wagged against the back of the chair. Blind and helpless to all her touches as she dragged those fingers across the slippery pre soaked into the fabric. A soft mmm and slick kissing sound suggested she was exploring how well I tasted, making a shudder run through me. "nnnn... no, I can't, I won't." I panted out, trying to not whine as her fingers wrapped around the bulge of my ballsac, giving a firm squeeze to the delicate orbs. The sensitive orbs played with as I arched, stuck to the chair as my bindings creak and pinch my wrists and ankles. With agonizing slowness she begins to lift my underwear up and back, stripping me naked before her.
I'm now naked as a jaybird before her, well, a jaybird bound to a chair at least. My arousal pulsing and throbbing, full of lust from that incessant, erotic touch of her fingertips. My sheath was tugged back with a sensual teasing, a finger soon rubbing the base of my maleness. I groaned, nearly whimpering as that especially sensitive flesh is rubbed. Tail smacking against the back of the chair as I squirt a splash of hot preseed upon my belly, nearly thrusting at the air while she rubs that sensitive flesh. Stars of pleasure glitter in my blinded vision, leaving me soon huffing for breath as she relents. "Now my little toy," she murrs from my lap, a little nibble and kiss on my pointed tip eliciting a whimper from me, "will I have to continue?"
I grit my teeth, her hand wrapped around that pulsing cock. My knot begins to throb, firmly squeezed between her fingers. I struggle to regain enough composure to reply "nnnn... yes, I, won't... nnn.. talk..."
My answer earned me a derisive little mmhmm, as she wrapped those sleek lips around my tip. Full, firm breasts squeezing my sheath and bulging knot as I gasped. Moaning as I felt that bare fur around my arousal. My tail was thumping and wagging against the chair painfully now as she moved with an erotic pace, breasts gliding along the slippery heat of my maleness with lush warmth. I shuddered and strained, jerking the chair, so desperately desiring to thrust as she rubbed up and down, agonizingly slow. I arched my hips, panting, shaking my head as I listened to the lewd little slurping noises she made with each lick on the tip of my cock. Each touch of her tongue to my slit made me see spots in that blindfold, eyes clenched shut. "D... Do you expect me to talk?" I bravely replied, trying to stall that talented tongue.
There was a giggle of amusement from the seductress between my legs. One of her hands cups my ballsac to rub and tease the eager orbs within, as the other pinches beneath my rapidly flaring knot. Helping guide that squeezing, rubbing, and now very slippery cleavage. "Noo Mr Buck, I expect you to cum..." She gave another perhaps uncharacteristic giggle as she began to nibble on my ticklish belly button. Her full, perfect breasts beginning to grind against my knot, back and forth as she fucked me with that cleavage. I grunted again, a hot aching in my loins rapidly building up under the playful kisses and nips on my belly. Her fingers rubbing with expert grace, helping that pleasure bubble up faster and faster between my legs. My heart was racing, breathing heavily now as I felt that heat rapidly grow in my loins, desperate to release.
I couldn't help myself under the soft humming and kisses she placed along my chest, the softness of those heavy breasts steadily racing me to climax. Her plump nipples grinding into my belly as she moaned softly, feeling the hot pulse of my knot between them, trapped against her chest. It was when she wrapped her lips around one my nipples and nipped that I finally caved in. I jerked and thrashed against my bindings, weak little jerks as I began to gush my seed onto the plush white fur of our chests and belly. Again and again I splattered my sticky seed onto her breasts, as she just moaned and squeezed them tighter around my arousal. Messy globs of cum helping glide my cock along the snugly trapping fur and flesh as I moaned again and again within that penthouse suite. My tail lifted high, proudly flagging with each spasm of climaxing pleasure. Lost for a moment in that hot pleasure as she dragged out that lustful moment with tender brushes of fingers all over my sensitive lap and balls.
And soon I sprawled in the chair as much as I could, panting and whining in pleasure. She hummed quietly, kissed trailing down the sticky mess on my belly as she smeared more of my seed onto my hips with those painted breasts. A demure little purr as she hummed, "Now, let me show you the finer points of interrogation..." Her lips wrapped around that delicate tip. And then she licked across that spent slit. I jerked, arching my body as a flood of sensation rushed through me. A whimper escaping me as her tongue danced upon the incredible sensitiveness of my cocktip. The touch electric to my body as I clenched my teeth, tail jerking as the lazy lick finished, dragging out a glob of thinning post-seed onto her tongue.
I gasped and panted as she stopped for a second, before she gave a ginger brush of teeth that made me yelp. Scraping with tender delicateness before lips wrapped around and squeezed my cockhead, a firm suckle making me see stars again as I shivered. I trembled and shuddered, overloaded with the firm tease on overly sensitive flesh, gushing more thin post-seed onto that attentive tongue. Panting heavily as I whimpered to her little humming touches. That hot tongue dancing, flicking and teasing, each little touch making my hips jerk in helpless shudders. The erotic brushes too much as I couldn't help myself. "aaa... please.. I'll..."
She gave a little satisfied hum as she wrapped long fingers around my knot. The tense flesh racing with my pulse as she asked "You'll talk?"
"Yes, yes! I will, aaa. Please..." Her fingers squeezed, making me squirt another little thin glob of postcum down my arousal and onto her fingers.
"Well then, what do you know about the crimes?" She gave another rub beneath my knot, causing my cock to jerk against her grasp. She had me quite where she wanted me now.
"I... I did it! I lost the remote! I'm sorry I blamed it on you!" There was a moment of silence after my confession. Then a loud giggle of laughter as lips suddenly pressed to mine. Kissing me as she finally let go of my aching arousal. Mumbling between kisses as she hugged me tight "Oh, you devilish thing! A private investigator and you can't even find the remote."
There was another little kiss on my nose as she mrrred, "now, close your eyes, I'm going to take the blindfold off." I duly followed, the blindfold slipping off so I could blink my eyes back to seeing in the dim room. The playful blue eyes of my love grinning back to me as I got used to the room's thankfully subdued lighting. She gave me another kiss, "Now, how did I do as the seductive, how did you put it, Queen of Vice?"
My heart fluttered with enjoyment as I tried to lean in and kiss my new wife, still tied down to the plush chair of our honeymoon penthouse suite. "Oh, if you ever turn to a life of crime I'll be doomed! You know all my weaknesses." I grinned and winked, giving a little squirm. "I'd never stand a chance."
She beamed, still very messy from my impromptu body painting. Sultry hips swaying in front of me as she leaned down to untie me. My fingers were tingling as I stretched out my arms again, then finally relaxing my legs as I was released from the chair. "Now of course, you've been a bad bad girl, maybe I'll have to figure out some punishment." I gave her rump a playful swat and squeeze, fondling the plump curves as we kiss. "Now, what to do with my naughty little lover..." We'll just say, I had plenty of ideas and a long night ahead of me...