Captured for Interrogation

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Nikolai took her by the throat and applied enough pressure to be noticed but not enough to restrict breathing. "Remember, Pineapple,"
 
Alexis nodded, the hand by her throat bringing back memories. . . . she shoved them aside and just looked at the hand on her throat, then back up to his face. She didn't dare speak, even to say the safeword.
 
Nikolai gave her a reassuring look, then let her up. "I want you to go pick an outfit off of that wall," He said, pointing to a wall of leather outfits that covered next to nothing. "Then stand legs spread, hands on the back of your head."
 
Alexis nodded, still not daring to speak, and selected a red leather outfit that consisted of a bra and a gstring. Slipping them on, she then assumed the position Nikolai told her to be in, legs spread, hands behind her head.
 
Nikolai paraded around her, touching her in places, squeezing and pinching in others, mixing up the sensations as much as he could. "Look around and tell me what you want to use first. Anything other than the bed."
 
Alexis cast her eyes around. So many new things. . . some of the stuff she didn't even recognize. . . .

Her eyes finally fell upon the St. Andrew's cross. She looked it over, and happy memories of her being tied to the cell door while Nikolai interrogated her then fucked her came to mind and she gave a soft, shy smile.

"The St. Andrews Cross," she told him quietly.
 
Nikolai locked her in, ass out. He looked around to see what spanking implements there were and selected a padded paddle from the wall. Then he began spanking Alexis' ass.
 
Alexis gasped and moaned as she was spanked, wiggling against the cross. She clenched her fists tightly, enjoying.
 
Nikolai watched Alexis writhe and decided to pick up the pace, turning the paddle around to its wooden side and progressing to the next level of warming up her ass. He struck a little harder, alternating between her cheeks.
 
Alexis moaned and writhed against the cross, the strokes harder both in strength and in material. It was feeling so painful and yet. . . so good.
 
Nikolai let the paddle slide over Alexis' labia and began tapping it with the fabric side. "I'll make you purr like a kitten, then scream like a banshee. I can tell you want it, i've just started and the paddle is soaked."
 
Alexis just whimpered in longing. She wanted to look at him, but she couldn't, whether from fear or what she didn't know.

"Yes, sir," she moaned.
 
Nikolai continued on for about a minute or two, then let Alexis rest as he looked for a new implement.He selected a bamboo rod from the wall and began t run it over her reddened butt.
 
Alexis caught her breath as she felt a new implement pass over her already sore ass. She bit her lip, knowing that this was going to hurt even more. She could feel her juices dripping down her thighs.
 
Nikolai started slow, softly tapping until finally leaving a stripe on the tenth hit. He continued, randomly changing the hard strike so Alexis would be kept off balance mentally.
 
Alexis cried out every time there was a hard hit with the new implement, clenching her hands into fist to try to ignore the pain and focus on the pleasure.
 
Nikolai slid the rod through her labia, teasing the clit, and then began his process of striking on her inner and outer thighs.
 
The hits to Alexis's thighs hurt a tad more than the ones on her ass, and she could feel the welts forming as she squirmed and cried out.
 
Nikolai could tell she was fading fast and stopped flogging her. He took some soothing cream out of the cabinet and began rubbing int on the afflicted areas, while leaving her on the cross. "Is that better, pet?" he asked.
 
Alexis whimpered as the cream was applied, wincing when it covered a particularly bad one. "Yes, sir," she whispered softly.

How does he know me better than me? she wondered as he soothed her.
 
Nikolai uncuffed Alexis and assisted her down from the cross, leading her over to the bed. "As usual, you surprised me with how well you did. Very good.He remembered feeling the heat steaming off of her privates and softly ran a hand over them to see if she was still receptive after the pussy whipping.
 
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