Chapter 10
Nathan's rank in the military came with several perks. One of them was his private office in a small house in a secluded corner of the site, sorrounded by trees and bushes that made coming down and thinking easier. The discussion between him and Jessica was brief, indeed. Jessica agreed with him that they had driven Ashley to the verge of breaking and that she would have likely given away the names of the other two robbers soon, if the simulation had not been interrupted. She also insisted that the termination of the session had been the right choice, since they were bound to follow the protocol. Being her secret lover was the only reason for Nathan to let her get away with that opinion.
Another perk Nathan enjoyed was the 1000 square feet apartment, fully furnished, that was located in the same house as is office. He stood behind his bedroom window and looked outside. The sun was already setting, making the trees around the house throw long shadows. Not a single person could be seen outside. Good, Nathan thought as he closed the curtains, like he had done previously in all other rooms of the apartment. A little privacy would not hurt now. He undressed completely and threw his clothes down the laundry shoot. A menial servant would pick them up during the night and return them cleaned in the morning.
When he returned to the living room, he found Jessica, just as he had left her. It had taken him a lot of convincing to make her stay the evening for a little playtime. His overacted lamentation of how much he needed to clean his thoughts had eventually won the battle.
Jessica lay on the large table in the center of the room, spreadeagled and stark naked, her hands and feet tied to the posts of the table. When she noticed him entering, her breathing quickened in anticipation, making her voluptios breasts, that stood up from her chest, quiver. Her wide spread legs offered an excellent view of her crotch. Her pubic hair, trimmed down to a narrow stripe, had the same copper color as the long curls that fell over her face, proving that she was a real redhead.
"Are you ready to do this?", Nathan asked.
Jessica nodded and swallowed, bracing herself for what her lover would do to her now, determined to submit herself to him, in an endeavour to please him. Nathan was still uncertain if Jessica was a true submissive or if she only played the part for his sake. He picked up her slip from the floor and stuffed it into her mouth. She willingly accepted it, returning a lustful glance with her dark brown doe eyes. Nathan made sure that every last bit of the fabric diesappeared behind her lips. The gag had to be effective. At this hour, they were probably the only ones left in the building, since apart from Nathan's chambers, only a few administration offices and a part of the archives were located in the house. But he did not want to take any chances.
Another flare of excitement sparked in Jessica's eyes when Nathan opened a drawer and took out the dark red candle that he lit with a match. He watched the flame burn for a moment until a small amount of hot liquid wax had gathered in the crater around the wick. Little throbs went through his manhood. The blood rushing in slowly made his member swell into an erection. Stepping closer to the table, his look met Jessica's again. It was now or never.
Without hesitation, Nathan tilted the candle and watched the gush of hot wax hitting her chest, right between her breasts. Jessica reared around on the table, as much as the bondage allowed. Her eyes teared up while she groaned into her gag. Nathan's erection grew even harder when he noticed her nose starting this cute twitching again that set in every time she was was excited.
He moved the candle up and down, making little drops of wax rain over Jessica's body, from shoulders to tighs. His assistant writhed in her restraints, every muscle on her perfect body straining under her skin. She threw her head from side to side crying and screaming. But that did not help her hiding her own arousal. Nathan happily oserved her nipples getting hard and her pussy glistening readily. His own extasy overcame him at the sight that offered itself to him.
"Nathan, please stop!", Jessica squealed after spitting out her gag.
But that did not reach Nathan's ears. In his mind, he pictured himself as the torturer in an interrogation chamber deep inside a medival castle. Jessica was his prisoner and the wax was molten lead that he sprinkled all over his helpless victim's body.
"Papaya!"
That brought him back to the real world. It was the safeword he and Jessica had agreed on if things got out of hand. Although it compromised his joy, he turned the candle back upwards.
"Will you be a good girl?"
"Yes! Yes!", she quickly nodded, swallowing down her tears.
"Good", Nathan concluded.
He blew the candle out and put it back down, resisting the urge to splash Jessica one last time before the remaining hot wax would cool down and harden again. Instead, he positioned himself on the top end of the table. When he rubbed the tip of his shaft over her face, Jessica did not need further instructions. She twisted her head and wrapped her lips around his cock, using her tongue to play with it.
She was skilled in giving blowjobs, Nathan had to acknowledge that. And he new that she was putting in extra effort to distract him from coming up with another way to punish her. But he was not done yet. Jessica's sweet howls aroused him even more when he used his fingernails to scratch off the dried wax from her. New tears formed in her eyes when he made a short stop at her breasts to pinch and twist her nipples.
There was only one way for Jessica to get out of this. Both of them knew. And so she did her best to make him come as fast as possible. He on the other side did his best to postpone his own orgasm by withdrawing his erection from her before shoving it back down her throat again and again. The procedure left her face smeared with her own drool. Nathan finally decided that he had held off for long enough. With one last jerk, he pulled out of her mouth and let his semen cover her face and her chest. He admired his work for a moment before he left the living room, leaving the protesting Jessica behind, still tied to the table. His throat was dry. Nathan needed a drink. After that, he would take a piss and then a shower. Jessica would have to wait that out before being released.
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At the sime time, about 300 yards away on the other side of the base, Ashley was pacing up and down, locked in her room. She hadn't touched her dinner which had been placed on the desk. Despite not having eaten since breakfast, she did not feel hungry. Her anger made her ignore her growling stomach.
How could she have been so naive to think she would be invited to an experiment that was described as a walk in the park without taking into consideration that the others were having second thoughts? The trap had been set for her and he had run into it with open eyes. In the end, the purpose of this experiment was to make her give up up on her friends, to make her betray them. But this was on a new level. This was not one of the dreaded interrogations by the police or this asshole of an attorney, Johnson. They would have never dared to lay a hand on her, and there had always been a lawyer present to give her backup in case a question was off limits. But here? She was the captive of a madman who tortured her in his computer hell without mercy!
Her stomach complained again. Ashley recognized that it was pointless to add to her torture by starving herself. She sat down and ate her dinner, chicken with potatoes and some vegetables. Of course, it was cold already, but it still tasted good. With her stomach pleased, thinking was easier.
There was no way Ashley would become a traitor by giving away Chloe's and Eli's identity. It was not their fault that she was in this situation. It was her own. If she hadn't missed out on the security guard in the jewlery store, there would have been not need for Eli to attack the guy, effectively killing him. Ashley was certain that Eli felt remorse for the way he had handled the situation.
But what was the alternative to going through hell again and again until her resistance would eventually break and she would tell her captors anything just to make the pain stop? Escaping could be an option, Ashley thought. She stood up and looked out of the window. From her room, she could see the perimeter wall. A simple brick wall, no floodlights, not barbed wire, no turrets. This wall had been build to keep people out, not in.
If she could just jump out... And that was the first flaw in her plan. The window was locked. Smash the window with the chair? Maybe that would work. Given the age of the building, the window had probably no reincorfed security glass. But then? Jumping out? Idiot, Ashley scolded herself. Her room was on the fourth floor. Jumping out would probably result in countless broken bones, if not worse.
Ashley sank down on her bed and sighed in frustration. She was running out of time. In the morning, they would come and take her downstairs again. She felt sick, thinking of the horrors that would await her on her next visit to the simulated torture chamber.
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Meanwhile, Nathan watched Jessica step out of the shower, toweling herself dry and putting her clothes back on. Nathan was sad that she would not stay overnight. Thinking about how he had treated her, he desired to make up for it right away. He had thought only about himself, completely disregarding Jessica's needs, giving her pain and denying her satisfaction.
Jessica stood in the hallway, redressed and ready to leave. As a military member of lower rank, she lived in a barrack room together with five other women. Failing to appear there after curfew would raise questions, increasing her and Nathan's risk to get busted for their secret affair. She had not put her panties back on however, since they were still soaked with her saliva. She suggested that Nathan could return them to her on Sunday.
Sunday. That was the price Nathan would have to pay for this beautiful evening. He had promised to take Sunday off so he could take Jessica on a trip. They would declare this as an official matter of course, coming up with something to explain both of them leavin together would be easy. But Nathan was worried that Jessica's weekend plans would conflict with the schedule of their experiment. Her disappointment was practically inevitable. Too bad, that he would not get another chance to make this eventing count.
"I have been thinking, Nathan."
"About what?"
"Are we doing the right thing? With the interrogation of Ashley, I mean."
"Are you being serious? Of course we are! Have you forgotten why we are doing this? Have you forgotten about Laura?"
Jessica bit down on her lip. Of course she had not forgotten what had happened to Laura Sykes, a former top agent, less than a year ago. Her team had been ambushed by east African extremists and she, as the sole survivor of the attack, had been taken by the terrorists. Unlike Jessica, Nathan belonged to the handful of people who had seen the original video message the group had made with Laura in the main role before it had been classified on the highest level and locked away. That had not stopped the occasional resurfacing of a copy on the darknet, though.
In the shaky video, recorded with a mobile phone, the captive Laura could be seen being dragged through the streets of an unknown town, naked and with her hands tied behind her back, getting kicked and punched form all sides in the process. The battering stopped randomly several times when the terrorists bent her over a fence, a table or anything else so that two or three of them could rape her before the parade continued. The video ended with the severely injured Laura getting hanged from a tree in the town center. Her twitching body, fighting hopelessly against the strangulation, had been a spectacular sight indeed.
Although the management level had done their best to keep the video from spreading within the military and (thank god!) being forwarded to the media, the message of the brutal demise of their MIA fellow (now KIA) spread through rumors among the troops. And the horror stories people were telling each other were not that far from reality, as Nathan knew.
"Once our concept has proofed itself, intelligence agents will not be required to endager themselves by travelling into crisis regions anymore", Nathan reminded Jessica. "They can literally do their jobs from home, interrogating enemies and terrorists from their office!"
"But what if Ashley is left with a trauma or something when this is over?", Jessica objected.
"I could not give a shit about that little punk! There are thousands petty criminals like her out there. And she brought herself into this by fucking up and getting her ass arrested."
"I looked into her file and think that she just listened to the wrong friends. I do not think that there is too much criminial energy in her."
"That is not your concern. And neither is it mine. Ashley knows more than she is willing to tell and it is our job to make her talk. You should be more focussed on the mission and not let yourself be distracted by your feelings!"
"Alright, I will do just that. Good night, Nathan!", she said, turning around and leaving the apartment. "I need to rest so I can focus on the mission and not let my feelings distract me."
When she was gone, Nathan slumped down on his couch an looked at the table. Its surface was still wet from Jessica's sweat and there were crumbs of dried wax everywhere. What had begun as a nice evening together had ended in an argument. He knew that it was partly due to him and Jessica working so hard on perfectioning the simulation while maintaining their relationship and keeping it secret at the same time. It could not continue like this forever. Sooner or later, he would have to decide what was more important for him.
"This is so fucked up!"
To be continued.
