Erotica Anthology #2

Interrogation

#6

Interrogation

A prison interrogation gone really dark for a girl

The outside door slides open, indicating that an interrogator is coming in. She can hear the sound of footsteps --- leather thumping steel --- closing in.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Kallen. I wasn’t so sure if it was you when they first brought you in. They were deciding on who should interrogate you first, when I volunteered. They thought our connection will make the session easier,” he snorts very un-nobly, then adds a sneer. “We’ll just have to see about that.”

“What do you want, Aaron?” Kallen looks up from her lying down position, which was forced into her when they left her bound and thrown into the holding cell. She has tried to sit, or at least changed into a more comfortable position, but there was little she could do in this state.

She was on a stakeout mission, when the battle suddenly took a bad turn and she ended up getting caught by the Britannia army. She was then brought to this prison.

There are too many hallways and corridors to remember precisely which way they took her, so if she is to escape, she will have to rely on her skills and luck to get out of this place. That is, if she can find the chance to escape at all. The mechanism of this holding cell is not about a simple grab-the-key-and-get-out.

“Is that how you greet your brother? Albeit, half-brother, but still. And to think that those etiquette classes would have taught you a few things.” She never liked her half-brother, or anyone that belongs to her Britannia family. They are cold and nasty. Very prideful beings. It was because of them that her birth mother became how she is today. And she can never forgive them.

“Shut up. You talk too much.”

Aaron reaches out to the door, producing clicking sounds. He is entering the password, she realizes. The door soon slides open, but it closes up just when he steps in.

“You’re not exactly in a position to make demands.”

She knows that she should be scared. She is completely bound and on the floor, while his shadowing figure is standing over her, free for movement and physically much stronger.

“I’m not going to tell you anything.” She crosses her arms --- or at least tries to. The bounds are preventing her from moving much.

“I’m here to persuade you to change your mind.”

“Don’t waste your breath.”

He kneels down and hits her hard across the face with the back of his hand, sending her reeling across the cell.

She picks herself up without a flinch. “You don’t scare me.”

“You don’t want me to, half-breed scum.”

He circles her.

“You can’t escape your wrong doings anymore, Kallen. Remember your place. You are now a prisoner of Britannia. There are penalty crimes charged against you --- and your people. Either you come clean now or I will be forced to make you. And you can thrust me when I say this: they won’t care what method I use to make you speak, as long as you do.”

She stays in silence.

“You have two choices. One, you tell me where the headquarter for the rebels is and I let you die painlessly. Or two, you keep up this ridiculous facade of bravery and you will die painfully, after I’ve retrieved the information I need through ---” and here he pauses, as if to choose his next words carefully, “alternative means.”

She steels herself. “Go to hell.”

“Don’t make this difficult, Kallen.”

She spats in his face.

He withdraw a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his cheek. When she looks at him again, his face is livid.

“If that’s how you want it.” He throws off his black coat, loosens his collar and begins to roll up his sleeves. “I’m going to squeeze every little secret out of you.”

“I’m not scared of you,” she says, raising her head defiantly.

“Oh, you’re not, are you?” he replies, closing in on her. “We’ll have to do something about that, won’t we, Kallen?”

There is something in his eyes --- something so terrifying she cannot identify that makes her frightened. She backs away from him, and he closes in on her like a predator ready for the kill. Before she knows it, he has her pinned against the wall, his hands on the cold metal wall on either side of her head, trapping her.

He leans in toward her pale face which is donned with an expression of determination and feigned courage, his lips against her ear, and he whispers, “Scared now, Kallen?”

She does not answer, but her bated breath tells him all he needs to know.

“Or how about now?” he taunts, this time louder, as he reaches under the gown and slid a hand up her inner thigh to where her legs meet.

She fights back immediately, pushing him with her legs in an effort to escape his touch. But her arms are completely restrained, and he is physically stronger than her, so her efforts are largely in vain. “Don’t touch me!”

He responds by tearing her knickers, and upon hearing the fabric rip and come away, she pushes against him with new resolves.

“Is this how you are now? Stooping so low as to rape your own half-sister?” Despite her deviant words, her tone shows just how scared she is.

Her efforts are futile; he hikes the top of her prisoner suit up to her navel, exposing her white flesh.

“There is no stooping low to the likes of you. Aren’t you the one who is siding with the Elevens, Kallen? Why not join them to see just how Elevens are supposed to be treated in here?”

She fights against him, trying to push him away with her arms, but her previous beating had taken a toll and all she has manage is to land a kick on his leg. He grabs both of her thighs with two strong hands and lifts her up, and hikes a knee between her legs.

“Last chance, Kallen. Spill, or I will.” She does not think the reference he makes means the same to the order he demands from her. Still, he keeps on fighting him and refuses to talk. Like hell is she going to betray her cause!

“Fine then,” he grunts with a thin line forming on his lips, clearly unsatisfied with her keeping quiet. He lets go of one hand from her thigh only to start fumbling with his trousers.

Suddenly, she feels something hard rub against her stomach, and her whole body tenses with fear as the severity of the situation finally strikes her. He uses this moment of surprise to pry her legs open and hoist her higher against the wall so that her feet can no longer touch the floor for support.

She wants to sink into the wall, to escape his touch, to escape his rough hands that touches her in the most private areas of her body. His lips moves to her neck as he suckles his way down to her collarbone, and she fights hard not to cry. The hardness that has so frightened her earlier only became more and more apparent as she feels it against her inner thigh.

“Stop it, Aaron, don’t do this,” she begs, fear evident in her voice. “I---I’m still your sister. If you do this…. There is no going back.”

“You’ll never know. Maybe this is what I’ve wanted to do for so long,” he whispers into her ear, creating goosebumps and cold sweat. She feels sick.

In one swift move, he lifts her thighs up with his arms and guides himself to her, letting gravity pull her onto him as he thrust up. At once, he feels something tear, but the next moment, he is enveloped inside her, so war and so tight it is nearly painful for him. She cries out at the sudden intrusion, her whole body goes rigid at the brutality of the assault, and her vision fades to black.

The sharp, burning pain at the onslaught as something ripes is followed by the excruciating pain of stretching something inside her that has never been stretched to accommodate him. It is pain so hard that her legs go numb, and her eyes overflowed with tears, hurting in places she never know can hurt.

“Stop it,” she cries frantically, as she pushes her her body against his chest. “Stop it, please.”

He pulls out of her slowly, as her unpracticed muscles gripped him so hard that it is painful when he withdraws, so that only the tip of the head remains inside of her. For a moment, she thinks that perhaps it is all over, that he will let her go. The next moment he is buried inside of her again, and she is hit with a fresh wave of pain.

She can hear him groans as he is once again fully inside of her. He pulls out of her and thrust back, bruising her against the hard metal wall.

He is penetrating her, raping her. His own half-sister. She cannot believe what is happen to her. Her head hurts, and not just because of the physical stress, but also the emotional stress. She knows that they have never gotten along well, but to force himself upon her like this is just…. too painful.

When she tries to look away, feeling too sick by the sudden realization, his hand grabs her jaw, strangely gentle, and makes her looks at him right in the eyes. His blue eyes --- the same color as hers --- reflect herself back. It is all too familiar, too much. She tries to push him away, and he forces her back down, meeting him in the middle with another wave of pain.

She collapse against him, her whole body wracked with pain, sobbing uncontrollably as he moves within her. The friction feels like sandpaper in her core, stuck there without her being able to remove it.

“Stop it! Oh, God…. Argh!” she wallows in pain. She tries to pull herself away from him --- away from the source that causes her pain --- but the pain is so agonizing that she does not have any strength left to fight him off.

Eventually she learns that if she stops fighting against him, it will hurt less. Wrapping her legs around him, she can reduce the force of gravity that impaled her onto him, making each thrust more bearable.

Whenever she tries to look away, he will grab her and force her to look at back him. There is no escaping him, and he makes sure of that.

As the minutes ebbed away, his thrusts become quicker and more erratic, until he plunged in one last time and tenses. “No! Not in me…. Please. I don’t want to get pregnant,” she pleads weakly, but he ignores her. As he finishes, hot jets of his release burns her from the inside out, and she bites her lip to stop from crying out.

The otherwise quiet night is filled with the sounds of his heavy breathing and her sobs, and they stay for a moment like this, her legs still wrapped around him, his head in the nook of her shoulder as her body trembles against his. When he finally releases her, she collapsed onto the cell floor.

The pain has now ebbed into a terrible soreness that throbbed deep inside her. She feels a wetness between her thighs, which she knows is her own blood mingled with his contributions, and a wave of nausea assaults her. With her body shaking and convulsing, she clutches her stomach and retches on to the blood and grime-coated dungeon ground, wracked with sobs as the white acide of her stomach mingled with red.

Somewhere above her, she hears the sound of a zipper being pulled up. And then ---

“Are you reading to talk, Kallen?”

His words are met with quiet sobs.

When she does not answer again and refuse to meet his eyes, he kneels down beside her, grabs her chin roughly between his hand and turns her eyes to him. Her eyes are red, and speak of humiliation and defeat, and her face is smeared with grime and tears.

“We have all the time in the world, Kallen,” he whispers, his face edging towards hers. “Are you going to talk, or shall we try again?”

She tried to speak, but no words can come to her. He takes her silence as impudence and pulls her roughly towards him, splaying her carelessly onto her back with her burgundy strands in wild disarray. He pries her legs open once again, and nestles himself in between.

“Stop it, stop it!” She cries hoarsely as her voice finally returns to her. “Don’t, please don’t.”

She hears the sound of a zipper again, and kicks her legs at him, trying to escape from his touch. As his hands are busy trying to free himself from the constraints of his trousers, she manages for a brief moment to turn herself onto her stomach and attempted to slither herself away from underneath him. But the next moment, he grasps her legs, flips her onto her back again, and drags her to him, hitting her so hard that she lost consciousness for a few seconds.

Her vision went black. When she came to again, moments later, his visage loomed over her.

“Kallen, sweet heart, why do you do this to yourself?” He makes the term of endearment sound so filthy.

“Please --- please don’t.”

He grabs her hips and in one swift move, he is buried inside her again, somewhat easier then the last time because of his previous contributions that has provided the needed lubrication. She gasps in pain and tries to push him away.

“It hurts.”

Those simple two words catches him by surprise --- she can somewhat sees it in his eyes in between the throbbing pain of her body --- and he turns his gaze on her eyes, which are filled with fear and desperation. For a fleeting moment, his expression softens as he loses his composure --- making her almost believe that he might still have some mercy in his heart --- but it passes quickly and he responds by pulling out and thrusting roughly back into her.

“You know, Kallen, I’m beginning to think you like this.”

He feels her writhe beneath him and quickens his pace. She pushes her legs against him, but her efforts are futile, and all she can do is cry.

“Stop it, no, stop it, please…. stop it…. please….”

“Then talk. Don’t waste my breath by repeating myself. You know what you’re supposed to do. Or would you rather I f**k you ‘till you’re dry? You know just how much that hurts, don’t you?”

“W-why? Why are you doing this?”

“To be honest with you, Kallen, I’m sick of seeing young flaunting yourself around the house like you belong in it. You’re just an Eleven scum-breed. You don’t deserve your place in the nobelity. You don’t even appreciate the generosity my parents gave to you. Look at where you are now. Instead of devoting your life to the gifts we’ve given to you, you’re throwing it away by associating yourself with the rebels. Is this how you want to be, Kallen? Tell me, is this where you want to stay? By the mercy of a Britannia’s c**k?” He pulls out and rams himself right back into her, much rougher this time, knocking the breath right out of her. An involuntary tears roll off of her eyes.

“What enrage me the most is the fact that I couldn’t touch you.” He lifts his hand, and Kallen prepares for another struck to her face, only to receive a gentle touch to the side of her face. “I’ve watched you from the sideline. How you’re grown more beautiful, smarter each day. I envy you when you best me. You tempt me when you think you’ve done nothing. But most of all, it only gets worse when I know I can never have you. My parents won’t allow it --- I just know. You still hold some value to them.

“But no, you just have to gamble your fate now, do you? You know exactly what the consequences are for defying the Britannia order. And now look where you got yourself into? Bound and helpless at the mercy of myself. What can you do to stop me now that I have you? You think this is all over? You won’t get away until I get the location of the rebels, and every single name of those people you call friends! Every. Single. One. Of. Them!” He thrusts deep into her as he emphasizes each word, each push himself deeper into her. She can feel the tip of his c**k hitting her womb, and she thrashes in pain, body still sore and arms still helpless from being bound for too long.

The second time he cums, his sperms shoot out just as heavily --- if not more --- from the first time. He does not pull out this time, instead she can feel his eyes lingering on her cleavage. He gives them a good squeeze through her prison suit, before suddenly releasing them ever none gently, causing her breasts to bob up and down from the treatment. Soon enough, he grows hard again.

He rapes her again, thrusting rogue and hard into her delicate channel. When she refuses to crack up still, he turns his attention to her ass. He already has her vaginal virginity, and now he is going to have her other virginity too. She pleads for him to stop, but there is no stopping him unless she spills her secrets.

Cannot do that, though. She cannot betray her cause. So she holds on, crying as he rams his c**k into her asshole, again and again, painfully long and hard until she bleeds again, this time from the brute force of the friction he causes. She lets out a scream of pain, one that echoes thoroughly in the cell. That is how hurtful it feels. The muscles there are not used to the excessive stretching too, and he makes use to it as lubrication to keep f*****g her until he cums for the fourth time.

His cums leak out from both of her channels once he is done. He takes a quick glance at his work, waits for her to speak up, before continuing with his method. Kallen is left shading from head to toe, and by the time he is spent, she is covered with his c*m, she fears she might become pregnant from the continues rape.

“There is not getting out of this, Kallen. No one is going to rescue you. And even if someone manage to, it will be long after I have taken everything from you. Do you want that? Do you want me to f**k you more? Because I can keep on going until you finally decide to speak.”

His stamina frightens her. She is sweating, breathless and bleeding from both regions. She is too much pain to talk or think properly. How is he able to continue doing this to her. Does he have no moral at all? No conscience? When the pain starts to become unbearable, she starts to think of her choices. Perhaps she should just give up, after all. She does not think she can take any more of this. Perhaps it is time….

When he positions himself to start again, she finally cracks up. “Stop! Please…. I-I’ll talk. Please, just stop….”

“Alright. Let’s start with the location. Give me the specifics. Then proceed to the people. Who is Zero? ….who is your commander? ….your colleges?”

She can’t hear him much because she tunes him out. This is all just too much.

“Tell me!” He smacked his c**k so deep into her, but she is so tired from the continues rape that she only manages a whimper from his action.

“I-I don’t know who Zero is…. No one does. B-but…. I’ll tell you the location of our headquarter.” She cries as she tells him the location. He keeps on pumping into her roughly when he thinks that she is holding back, or not talking clear enough by mumbling her answer. Eventually they start to go through the Black Rebellion members.

Everytime he has to ask a question, he has to pump it out of her. She is way too stubborn for her own good, even when helpless in his mercy. He taunts her, saying that perhaps she really do enjoy their fornication, that is why she is making this hard for him to get straight answers from her. She cries, tears blurred her vision as he holds her still, forcing her to watch as he goes in and out of her abused canal.

She has no idea how much time has passed. For her, it takes a while before she finally spills out every names and secrets she knows of the rebels. She finds herself reaching her breaking point once she finishes talking, knowing full well that she has finally betrayed her cause.

How is she supposed to look at her friends in the eyes now? How can she shows herself to Zero? She is nothing but a traitor now. What good is her holding back all this time, only to break under her half-brother’s pressure?

At least Aaron finally pulls out from her --- though not before finishing his last spent inside her core --- and leaves her holding cell, sparing no last look at the assaulted girl. She just feels to tired and used and dirty, it does not take for before sleep catches up to her. She loses consciousness with her half-brother’s c*m still dripping from her openings, too drained to do anything else.

She wishes she is dead --- it would have been better than being forced to face the true. At last, she finds her consciousness resurfacing. She tries to stretch her arms, though it is still restrained as before, bound by the prisoner suit. Her bottom half is still exposed, the harsh cold air biting into her skin. Kallen struggles to raise into a sitting position, lying her back side against the metal wall. She cries herself to sleep after that.

The next time she wakes up, she finds herself in an unfamiliar room. She is no longer in her prisoner suit, but rather a very transparent nightgown that does nothing to cover her private parts. Her arms are still bound, though this time are chained to the bedpost by each side. The same thing happens to her legs as well. She tries to yank the chains off even though it is futile --- her physique is not that strong, especially after the ordeal she was forced to go through.

Minutes later, the door slides open, revealing one Aaron Stadtfeld. He walks in and approaches her bed.

“What do you want?” There is still that deviant tone in her voice when she talks, but it is now accompanied by a hint of fear.

“Still boorish as usual, I see. Good to know that you still have some fight left in you even after what I’ve put you through. Makes all that trouble for retrieving you from prison worth a while. I wonder how many more it will take for me to completely break you.”

“Is that what you came here for? To taunt me?” She gritted her teeth, this time she can feel her anger boiling inside her. Retrieving her? Don’t tell her that he is talking about what she thinks he means.

“Oh yes. My superiors were really satisfied with my work when I handed them the list of locations and names. Thanks to you, they were able to infiltrate the Black Rebellion’s headquater and capture quite a number of its members. Albeit not all of them --- Zero is still hiding somewhere out there --- but we pretty much have imprisoned all of the troops. My superiors thanked me and rewarded me, then asked me what I wanted in return as a favor of mine. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have been able to achieve what I did, so I asked for you to do as I please and as you can see, they granted it.”

“And what do you want now? I gave all the names that I know off to you. What more can you want from me?”

Aaron sits at the edge of the bed, extending a hand to cares one of her plump breasts, earning a sharp intake of breath from his half-sister. The n****e in his hand grows hard almost instantly, though more to the cold, uninvited touch more than anything. Still, he appreciates the bodily reaction, and keep circling it with his fingers.

“Well, I don’t know. Company? Someone to warm my bed day and night, who will do as I say whenever I want and whenever I please?”

“If you think that I’ll just bow down to you, just because you’ve taken everything from me, then you are more delusional that I thought you are.”

“Oh please, Kalen, I’m not the one who has betrayed her entire cause. Don’t forget that I still have your mother.”

“You bastard!” She kicks her legs up and swings her arms like a crazy person, but she does not care. She is angry like hell and she wants to hit him. She knows that it is useless, but that does not stop her from trying. Aaron retrieves himself before she can give him a solid hit.

His tone turns solem, the kind that reminds her of why she is now afraid of him in the first place. “I’m not the one who is the bastard in this room, Kallen. Face it. Whether you like it or not, your fate is entirely within my disposal. I could have left you be sentenced to death, just like the rest of your so called friends, but I didn’t. Instead I asked for you to be my personal slave. A fair trade now, don’t you think?”

“This can’t possibly be legal! I’m still your sister. You won’t get away with this.” Not for what he has done to her.

“Oh poor little Kallen. I already do. You’ve doomed yourself when you aligned yourself with the rebels. Do you think they’ll bother trying to defend a convicted criminal such as yourself?”

“Aaarrghh!” she screams in frustration and pain as he takes her n****e into his mouth, biting roguely and leaving more marks on her skin wherever he touches. “Leave me alone! Leave me alone!”

“I can’t, Kallen. That’s the problem, isn’t it? I think I’ve grown addicted to you.” He leaves no room to be subtle, lifting her nightgown up and touching her. His hands message any skin he can reach, causing her nausea. Images of what he has done to her in the cold prison cell clouds her mind in a harsh flashback, and she fights to free herself from him. Aaron only grips her stronger. His hand travels lower, cupping where her legs meet. He grazes his fingers against the lips of her core. “Bare. Just how I like it.”

He lifts her legs and positions himself between them, one hand undoing the front of his pants just like before. “No…. No! Get away from me. Please, no more. I’m begging you, Aaron. You don’t have to do this. I-I can’t ---” Her pleads is cut short when he pushes himself in with the same swift move, forcing himself inside her again, and she screams by the intrusion.

“That’s right. Scream for me.” He gives me a few quick strokes, causing her to trash in desperation. “Unfortunately, this is essential. Do you feel this?” He grabs her hand and place it on her stomach, where his hand-on cling against her inside walls tightly. Her eyes widen when she can feel him. “This is all for you.”