Honey_B
Weaver of Dreams
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- May 21, 2001
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The Austrian has disappointed me. I would have thought he could have shaken off the effects of the stun gun by now. The man seems incoherant, mumbling, with a trickle of drool oozing out of the corner of his mouth. I shake my head in disgust. 500,000 measly volts!
My pager went off and I glanced with impatience at the tiny screen - Gerrod.
This prisoner had already wasted too much of my time. I wanted him fully conscious before I began the next phase of the interrogation. Considering my options, I chose the most humiliating for the Austrian. He would remain chained to the wall until I returned. As I opened the door to leave, I glanced back at the helpless man and had a wicked brainstorm.
Sliding a 9" forged-steel blade from its sheath on my belt, I walked back to the big prisoner. I couldn't help but smile with delight.
"I must leave you now, liebling. You vill remain chained as you are, vith one exception."
A moan
I slid the knife under the man's shirt, letting the blunt side of the blade scrape against his chest with menace. I pierced the shirt's fabric and cut the garment from his body. The rest of his clothes were removed in the same way.
Spread eagle, chained, naked, and only semi-conscious - His vulnerability aroused me. I fought against the impulse to live out my darkest fantasies. There would be time enough for that later when my prisoner was fully aware of what I did to him.
I turned to leave the cell. Opening the door, I glanced over my shoulder at Arnold. I just had to say, "I'll be back."
The staccato of my heels clicked down the long hallway as I walked to my office. I opened the door to find Gerrod.
"I am hier. Vhat do you vant?" I said without preamble.
My pager went off and I glanced with impatience at the tiny screen - Gerrod.
This prisoner had already wasted too much of my time. I wanted him fully conscious before I began the next phase of the interrogation. Considering my options, I chose the most humiliating for the Austrian. He would remain chained to the wall until I returned. As I opened the door to leave, I glanced back at the helpless man and had a wicked brainstorm.
Sliding a 9" forged-steel blade from its sheath on my belt, I walked back to the big prisoner. I couldn't help but smile with delight.
"I must leave you now, liebling. You vill remain chained as you are, vith one exception."
A moan
I slid the knife under the man's shirt, letting the blunt side of the blade scrape against his chest with menace. I pierced the shirt's fabric and cut the garment from his body. The rest of his clothes were removed in the same way.
Spread eagle, chained, naked, and only semi-conscious - His vulnerability aroused me. I fought against the impulse to live out my darkest fantasies. There would be time enough for that later when my prisoner was fully aware of what I did to him.
I turned to leave the cell. Opening the door, I glanced over my shoulder at Arnold. I just had to say, "I'll be back."
The staccato of my heels clicked down the long hallway as I walked to my office. I opened the door to find Gerrod.
"I am hier. Vhat do you vant?" I said without preamble.