Sargeant Major Sofia Pia Martinez examined the newly captured prisoner hanging naked and blindfolded in the middle of the room, his hands tied above his head to the main beam of the small building. He was a large man. She circled him again. A very large man, his flaccid cock reaching mid-thigh. Muscles bunched as he tried to turn himself to follow her movements. The tattoos that ran across his shoulders, back, and chest told of his time in the military. Her soldiers had done well in seizing such elusive, hard to catch prey.
He was believed to be a CIA operative sent to the small coastal country of San Pablo in South America to spy on the movements of the San Pablo Army near the country’s main harbor. No ID was found on him so she didn’t know his name. He hadn’t spoken at all during his capture and subsequent binding. How much does he know? How many operatives did the US send and where are they hidden?
It would be her job to get those answers from him by any means necessary.
On her next pass she put her hand on him, running her fingers along the chiseled flesh. His muscles rippled under the wake of her touch. He liked it. By the slow rising of his dick he liked it a lot. She brushed across his cock, making it twitch. His Adam’s apple bobbed and his breath grew short. But still he said nothing, asked for nothing. She explored his body with both hands now, indulging her curiosity. The firmness of his ass, the power of his thighs, the indents of his hips that arrowed straight to his groin, the strength of his arms, and the softness of his lips. Heat rose within her and she ached to relieve herself with this fine male specimen.
His cock rose to full staff, jutting out proudly from his body. He didn’t seem embarrassed or particularly surprised by his reaction to what she did to him. He owned it. Thrusting his hips forward, he all but commanded her to jerk him off. So she did. Slowly at first and then catching his rhythm, she stroked him faster with both hands. His chest rose and fell with each rapid breath. He was a marvelous creature. Beautiful. He would make a great pet as she extracted the information she needed from him.
He was close to coming, the pre-come weeping down his shaft, lubricating her pistoning hands. His nostrils flared as he grew closer and closer to orgasm. So close now. She could see it in the taut lines of his body and the firmness of his jaw. He pressed into her hands, chasing the pleasure she gave him. His lips parted.
She let go, leaving him on the edge of release. He gasped, his breathing harsh in the quiet room. She stood back and observed as he dealt with what she’d done to him. He was angry and if possible, more turned on. He liked having her in charge. He liked that she’d left him in this torturous state. This boded well for the time they’d spend together. As did his stamina. She slid a hand into her pants, sliding it across her clit, stroking herself, gauging his reaction as her scent filled the small space.
He took a deep breath in and she knew the moment he smelled her. His jaw clenched. Fondling her breast through her shirt, she tipped her head back and moaned. It was her turn to be right on the edge, her pussy dripping. She thumbed her clit, rubbing it hard and fast. She came on a broken cry that ripped an answering groan from him.
She circled him again, trailing her wet, sticky fingers over his body. On the last round she stopped and slipped her fingers into his mouth so he could savor her, want her. He sucked them in deep, making a noise as though he liked the taste of her. Her pussy throbbed in time with his suction. She wanted his mouth on her, wanted him to drive deep into her, forcing her legs wider as he pounded harder and harder.
All in due time.
First she had some information to gather on him so she could be fully informed before formally beginning his interrogation. She slid her fingers out of his mouth and slapped his ass. He twisted his body, following her movements as she left him alone with a dick hard enough to cut diamonds and the taste of her on his tongue.
