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Littleboots -> RE: Interrogation Scene (2/21/2008 9:10:19 PM)
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I hope it's not too long, but here's a write up from an interrogation scene that my play partner and I did:
She stood in silence, facing the wall. Stripped naked she felt the vulnerability of her position. The e-mail hadn't given any clues as to what was about to happen to her, just the list of instructions that had led to her current position.
She could hear Him moving in the room on the other side of the curtain that divided the two of them. Then the fabric was drawn aside and she could feel His presence behind her. She knew better than to look round but even this self-control was removed from her as He immediately put a blindfold over her eyes. He worked silently, ensuring that the blindfold blocked her vision, then putting a thick collar on her that forced her to hold her head up and finally slipping a ball gag into her mouth.
She was led into the room, slowly, trusting Him yet fearful of what He might do next. Made to sit on a chair, the seat and back cold - yes, leather; her arms placed on the arms of the chair and then secured, not just at the wrist but bound along the forearm to the elbow, rendering her upper body immobile; a spreader bar forced between her ankles, and finally, the collar somehow fastened behind, pulling her backwards and upright, allowing no chance for her to bend in an attempt to hide her shame.
Fingers deftly pinched her nipples, teasing them until their traitorous response was rewarded by the application of nipple clamps. A sudden sharp sensation revealed that these clamps had electric properties! She jumped at the shock and bit into the gag as the sound of his evil chuckle carried to her ears. The chuckle became a laugh as the electricity pulsed and stung it's way through her causing her to jump and spasm on the seat.
Then there was nothing. The electricity stopped although the clamps still cruelly held her nipples. She couldn't hear Him moving and she wondered what would come next. Her whole body seemed to shimmer in anticipation as if every hair, every nerve ending, was straining to be the first to register the slightest movement through the air. Where would He touch next?
After what seemed like an age in her heightened state He finally grabbed her hair, roughly pulling it backwards, exposing her face and neck, pushing her breasts out, opening her vulnerability. The knife blade was cold and sharp against her neck as He ran it over her throat both above and below the collar. The point was pressed into the soft flesh above her breast plate.
Her treatment so far had hardly led her to expect any relaxation of her tortures, so she was somewhat surprised that the ball gag was undone and removed. She could feel him standing close to her. His fingers touched her face. The blindfold was pulled quickly off her.
The removal of her blindfold did little to assist her as she was immediately blinded by a bright light burning about two feet in front of her face which obscured all other views. The rest of the room appeared to be in darkness.
Crack! The slap across the face caught her unawares - she'd forgotten how much He likes hitting people. "Fucking scum!" He snarled and spat fully in her face, before retreating behind the light and out of sight.
"Do you have any idea what you look like, naked, tied to the chair with clamps on your fucking nipples?" Said a voice from the darkness.
"No, and I don't want to know."
"Oh but I think you should see for yourself!"
There was a bleep that told her something electronic was being switched on. On the wall to her right a large; previously unnoticed plasma screen flickered into life. It was with horror that she realised the image on the screen was a live video feed from a camera positioned somewhere behind the light source. Her face and upper body filled the screen as His manic laughter at her embarrassment filled the room.
There was silence for a while. Finally He spoke:
"So, tell me why you failed to keep to your diet this week..."
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