Captured for Interrogation

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Alexis smiled and continued to eat, cleaning her plate. She would've cleaned it anyways, she was so hungry.
 
Yeltsin walked over and petted her head roughly, like one would an obedient hound. "You're such a good girl," she praised, pushing a button and five soldiers filed in holding a dog bowl. When it was placed on the ground, it was filled with cum. "They really hope you enjoy dessert, they worked so hard on it," she said. "No hands. Show these good young men how an American uses her tongue."
 
The soldiers began poking fun at her, making crude gestures and catcalls as she ate. "You can quit any time you want," said Yeltsin. "Just remember, waste any of that and you'll regret it."
 
Alexis made no reply, but made sure that the dogbowl was sparkling. The aftertaste of cum was hitting her hard, but she had managed to block out the catcalls and gestures, not retaliating. No, they were looking for her to retaliate.

When she was done, she simply looked up at Yeltsin, waiting.
 
The soldiers cleared away the meal and left the two women alone together.Alexis' captor led her through a door and over to an indoor track. "This is a quarter mile track," she said. "If you can't run two miles in twenty minutes, you will be punished."
 
Alexis raised her eyebrows and shrugged. "Alright then," she said. She began to run, pacing herself. After the first three quarters of the first mile, her thigh began to act up, but she pushed on, determined.
 
"Get back here, I never told you to start," she ordered. "I have a few additions to make." she pulled out a chastity belt with a vibrator for both her ass and pussy, a set of mean'-looking nipple clamps, and handcuffs.
 
Alexis sighed and ran back to her and waited for the additions to be put on. She realized how much harder this was going to be, and also realized that it probably wouldn't count. Her thigh was screaming in pain. "Am I free to run now?" she asked.
 
Yeltsin walked her to the starting line and turned the vibrators on full blast before setting her stop watch. "Go," she finally said after taking a few minutes to enjoy watching her squirm.
 
Alexis realized she had lost a few minutes and took off at a dead run, ignoring her screaming thigh. She didn't count how many times she circled the track, she just kept going until Yeltsin told her to stop, where she collapsed, her thigh screaming at her in pain, her body speaking of pleasure.
 
"Off by a minute," she said. "Whatever am I going to do with you?" She led her back to the torture room, setting the vibrators to their lowest setting while tightening the clamps.
 
A minute. . . Alexis couldn't even believe it, and she gave a gasp of pain as the clamps were tightened. "Would've beaten it, had your man not put a bullet in my thigh," she grumbled.
 
Yeltsin led her over to the table and laid her down on her back before tying her down spread eagle. She reapplied the blindfold and said, "If you don't want to talk, I see no reason to allow you use of your mouth." she locked a ball gag in place and went about setting up the devices. Alexis felt the clamps come off, but something else attached to her nipples, and she could feel something hard resting on her pussy.
 
Alexis closed her eyes and forced her body to relax, ignoring the pain of her thigh. Mind over matter, mind over matter, she said silently.
 
The thing on her pussy lifted off and came back down with a resounding smack. It struck her at a slow, constant rate, which she could almost anticipate. However, she felt shocks running through her nipples, and they seemed to be of varying strength and never occurred at a set interval.
 
Alexis jolted with each shock to her nipples, and bucked her hips with each smack of her pussy, sometimes doing both simultaneously. But she would not give up. She couldn't give up.
 
Alexis soon just let her body be limp, doing what it wants and whatever stimuli attacks it. She longed to gnaw on her lower lip but the ball gag prevented at it.
 
The spanking stopped and was soon replaced by the same, constant pace, only this time, it was a whip that would strike her right on the clit.
 
Alexis gave soft gasps as the whip hit her clit, and she could feel it reddening and swelling, and to her horror, found herself aroused. She immediately began trying think of anything that would get her less aroused, but to no avail.
 
Alexis could feel the gag being removed from her mouth, but still the electrical and physical onslaught continued. "The information," Yeltsin asked again, "You're turning very red down there."
 
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