The Agent's Surrender (closed)

[zydrate]

With a small sigh, Shannon Travis sat in the interrogation room as she waited.

Usually, she was on the other end of the table, the one doing the questioning. But tonight she wasn't. No. With the two guards behind her, it was obvious Shannon was not the one in charge. She was under arrest after giving herself up no less than two hours ago. Her stomach was hurting from the beating she took as they had restrained her before cuffing her. Which was funny because she didn't even put up a fight...hell, she didn't even have a weapon on her.

With the back of her hand, she wiped the last of the blood from her mouth just as the door to the room opened and in walked Agent Mark Daniels.

"So, Travis. The list of charges against you are pretty long. How about doing us a favor and just confessing because the paperwork and all..."

"No." It was a risk but it was one worth taking. After all, they were the corrupt agents, not her. Her evidence was still in hiding and if she could just get to it, then they would get their due.

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That's how it all went down. So, after a few more hours of trying to get Shannon to confess, she was thrown in the back of an SUV, cuffed and in pain. She heard the instructions. Kill her.

Shit.


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[Noon_Shadow]

Daniels strolled out of interrogation, frustrated at having gotten nowhere. He'd hoped that Travis would take the easy way out, get herself thrown into a federal facility for the next 50 years where nobody would listen to her. Apparently they were going to have to find other ways to shut her up. He spoke to the two agents standing outside the door.

"Get her cleaned up so she's not bleeding everywhere, and then put her in a car."

He went to get himself a coffee before calling his superiors. They'd been fortunate to intercept Travis. His bosses wanted to know what she knew, but she wasn't saying anything, and didn't seem willing to easily take the fall.

He walked out to the SUV just as Travis was being dumped into the back, hopping into the passenger seat as Gregory got in to drive. He heard the question from the back seat.

"So what are we going to do with this one? Kill her and make it look like she was escaping?"

Daniels heard Travis sound like she was stirring in the back at that option, but honestly, she wasn't getting away easily at this point. No reason to avoid having this conversation right now.

"No, I think she's worth saving." Daniels pulled out his phone, debating who to call first After a moment spent pondering, he nodded to himself before dialing a contact in his phone listed with out a name, just the letter D. "Hey. I've got something here I think you might be interested in...for a price."

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George Driscoll heard his phone vibrating on the table as he looked out the window, studying the scenery for the moment. He liked this little estate he'd managed to procure without the interference of the IRS, near a dense patch of forest in the American Northwest.

He tiredly picked up the phone.. "Speak."

"Hey. I've got something here I think might be interested in...for a price."

"You caught the little birdie who was nesting too close to the factory?" He smiled, nodding to himself as he considered the possibilities. "That's a good catch. She's worth 350 to me. Don't bother calling anyone else."

 

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The cuffs were digging into Shannon's wrists and she knew she couldn't get out of them so she didn't fight them. The bag over her face didn't help matters...it only caused her to get motion sickness, making her stomach churn from both the beating and having swallowed some blood during the beatings. Instead of fighting the restraints, Shannon sat there in a slump, groaning if she dared moved...

She heard the Daniels' talking with someone...on the phone of course...at least he had to be. She heard him say 'for a price.'

Damnit.

For Shannon, there was going to be no white to rescue her. She had gotten into this mess on her own because she thought she could be the hero...it looked easier in the movies. Boy, was she mistaken.

Then, she felt a hand on her knee and she gasped beneath the duct tape that was over her mouth. And then she heard Daniels, "So, Agent, even though you're not talking...at least yet, you're worth something to me for the moment.." his hand slide a bit higher but before he could do anything more, she inhaled deeply and then lashed out with her leg, and she felt it contact with flesh and then followed by a expletive coming from Daniels.

It was all for nothing because the next thing she felt a hard pain in her side and then someone grabbing her head and knocking it back against the inside of the SUV...they kept doing it until Shannon slumped into unconsciousness.

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Not knowing how much time had passed, Shannon groaned as she started to wake. She could tell that she wasn't in the SUV anymore...no, she was laying flat on a cold, hard surface...the black cloth was still covering her face, but only this time, her hands were cuffed in front of her.

Someone else was near.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Agent Driscoll sighed as he drove back to his estate. According to the clock on his radio, it was closing in on 8 PM. He'd just had to deal with the local kingpin. His knuckles were sore since some stupid flunkie thought he was talking to his boss with "disrespect," not even aware that the money he was siphoning into local area was paying for his cut. And he could take them all down so easily, with the information on his hard-drive. Fortunately, Kim was smart enough to know that if he tried to turn on Driscoll, he'd find himself buried in a shallow grave in the Canadian wilderness.

The only snag in that plan was Agent Travis. He didn't know how much she knew. He'd caught on too late that she'd been snooping around, and didn't have any clue where she went after leaving Portland. Fortunately, he'd managed to get a flag sent up on her before she got far.

He was in the garage just as his doorman announced that an state-service SUV was pulling up to his house. He parked, flexing his sore knuckles, and then went to meet them.

As he arrived, they were hauling an unconscious body out of the back. He could see, thanks to the well-lit entry, bruises on her arms and legs.

"Jesus, Daniels. I thought you said she was intact." He walked up to the body that was being carried between two muscular agents and yanked the bag off of her head. She had a nasty bruise on the back of her head, presumably from being beaten unconscious. "Fucking sloppy work, man. Didn't the three of you have a better way of incapacitating a single, slender female? If she's got brain damage I'll never extract any information from her."

He grabbed her, taking her from the two men and tossing her up easily over his own shoulder, not sweating her weight. "Well, regardless, it's good work that you intercepted her. I'll transfer the money to your account. Now get the fuck out of here before anyone wonders where you've been."

He carried her unconscious body through his lush parlor and then downstairs, into his basement. He had a few little holding cells down there, useful for both his official and his un-official work. At the moment, all four were empty. He set her down onto the concrete floor before unlocking the cuffs from her limp hands. He quickly pulled a knife from his pocket and cut open her clothes, careful about marking her skin. Travis had spent enough time undercover that she probably knew a few tricks for escaping tight spots, and he couldn't risk that she had something hidden in her pockets.

He smiled as he glanced down at her naked body, admiring her firm breasts. She'd easily make back the money he spent on her if he sold her as a sex slave...after breaking her properly, of course.

He pulled her hands out in front of her, then reattached the cuffs before walking out of the cell and slamming it shut. He carried her tattered clothes away to be tossed into an incinerator. He couldn't afford leaving trace evidence that she had been brought to him.

He went back moments later to check on his captive, opening her cell. It was featureless aside from a bucket in the corner: purpose, obvious. As he opened her cell, he heard her groan and stir.

Smiling, he leaned over her, grabbing her by the wrist and yanking her to her feet before slamming her back against the wall. Then he yanked the bag off of her head, looking her in the face.

"Hello there! I doubt you're surprised to see me, given what you've been doing lately. The question is, whether you've done your homework well enough to know exactly where we are. Frankly, I doubt you've learned about this place....but that's what we'll find out."

He gave her a shit-eating grin. "Fortunately, we'll have plenty of time to get to know what you've learned. And to get to know each other...." he stepped closer to her, pressing his body up against hers and pinning her to the wall, before sliding a hand down to cup her ass and squeeze it in his palm "...very intimately."

 

[zydrate]

With a hard grunt as her back slammed against a wall...the bag was yanked off her head, which caused her to squint at the sudden bright light. She should have been surprised to see George standing before her...but she wasn't. She had been on to him from the beginning.

Sure, it might have cost her dignity, at least sexually, but she had gotten close to him...closer to him than anyone had said she would get.

Yeah, they said that about her when she started the academy too. But she proved them wrong then; as she was still trying to prove them wrong now.

With a devious smile of her own, she looked him, "Agent Driscoll, nice to see you." She told him before spitting in his face and struggling against his hold...but his grip was like steel and she knew she couldn't fight him..at least not in the position she was in.

"Tell me George, how much are you getting out of all this? I haven't quite figured that out yet." She tried to knee him but of course, he held her firmly.

Shannon couldn't help but let the memories of the times they had fucked like rabbits...all just because she needed to get the information from him...stealing what information she could.

It was a risk but it was one she had to take.

"I told you before...before that night I was able to get away that I would get what I needed and lo and behold, I did. Not like you didn't expect it..right George?" Her voice was steady, her gaze never wavered from his. Perhaps taunting him wasn't the wisest idea but at this moment, Shannon didn't have much to lose.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He felt the splash of her spittle land on his cheek ignoring it as she tried to taunt him. As she struggled back against him, he slammed his body against hers, making sure to pin her against the wall, lifting her wrists and pinning her hands back against the wall.

"Tell me George, how much are you getting out of all this? I haven't quite figured that out yet."

"Oh, I know you know very little about my accounts. I mean, I'm not dumb enough to keep detailed ledgers. Plus, it varies-sometimes I need to use my expense account to do some ACTUAL investigation. Because, you know, the Russians, or the terrorists, or whatever we're scared about this year."

He kept her wrists pinned above her head against the wall with one hand, and then cupped her chin with the other, digging his fingers into her cheeks as he smiled at her, feeling her flexing and gritting her jaw as he held her face.

"But to be honest, I doubt you even know anything. Even if you do, we'll eventually find out. And that's when the fun is going to begin."

He released her cheek and then slide his hand down her neck, slowly, almost caressing her skin even he felt her wriggling to get away from him. He shoved his knee between her legs and lifted her up onto her tiptoes, stretching her up a little as his knee nestled up next to her pussy.

"I told you before...before that night I was able to get away that I would get what I needed and lo and behold, I did. Not like you didn't expect it..right George?"

That drew his eyes back to her face, even as his fingers softly caressed her shoulder, possessively, stroking her soft skin. It made him think back to that night. They'd been assigned together. He suspected that she'd been secretly investigating him. That last night had been full of spy clichés, each of them teasing with double enténdres about what each suspected about the other. What he hadn't suspected was that she'd get the upper hand on him. The night had ended with him throwing her down onto the bed and pinning her beneath him while pounding away. He remembered the sound of her cries.

"Well, we did have fun that night, didn't we?" He laughed softly and then ground his knee up against her sex, rocking slightly. "Even then, I was thinking about having you in this position, defiant...ready to be broken."

She'd gotten something on him, then. Maybe his complete list of contacts, or perhaps she had as little as one little deal he'd made with the Russian mob. He could not afford to let her reveal if she had his list of contacts in the State Department, the FBI, other agency members.

"You've always been a gambler, though. But your last gamble didn't pay off-turning yourself in and hoping that the men who found you didn't secretly work for me. Or perhaps you didn't even know?"

He smiled as his hand continued to tease against the skin of her shoulder, lightly stroking her even as he kept his knee pressed between her thighs.

 

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Shannon held in a grunt as he slammed her against the wall again. When he raised her arms up above her head, she truly felt vulnerable but did a good job at hiding her displeasure...at least she thought she did.

"I've learned that the only terrorists we need to worry about are people like you and your friend Daniels. You were sworn to uphold the law but instead you abuse it to your favor..."
He kept her wrists pinned above her head against the wall with one hand, and then cupped her chin with the other, digging his fingers into her cheeks as he smiled at her, feeling her flexing and gritting her jaw as he held her face.

Only as he held her face and squeezed, Shannon showed any emotion by grimacing in pain and trying to turn her head away from him, but that didn't do any good.

"But to be honest, I doubt you even know anything. Even if you do, we'll eventually find out. And that's when the fun is going to begin."

Her eyes closed momentarily as his hand slid down her neck. She felt both repulsed and a bit chilled at how he was touching her. 'Damnit Travis, keep it together...' She thought to herself when she finally opened her eyes and looked into her captor's. Her mouth opened when he raised his knee in between her legs, pressing against her pussy, causing her to outwardly groan.

"Broken?" She laughed bitterly as she shook her head, "No George, you're not going to break me...quite the opposite is going to happen, that, I can guarantee you." She told him with as much confidence she could muster in her voice and demeanor. It took a lot to keep her voice steady and not react to what he was doing to her...the only was she was able to survive that night with was that she knew he like to play rough...just as she did...

"You've always been a gambler, though. But your last gamble didn't pay off-turning yourself in and hoping that the men who found you didn't secretly work for me. Or perhaps you didn't even know?"

She did her best to shrug, "I knew I couldn't run anymore. Now I have a feeling I'm right back where I started and that's fine...perhaps that's part of my plan...perhaps not..."

He was so close to her she could feel the warmth of his body and smell his cologne... Was she digging herself deeper into trouble? Perhaps.

"I'm sure you're dying to find out what I know so.... Let's cut to the chase Agent Driscoll. Why play these games?"

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Driscoll kept petting her shoulder, even reaching behind to stroke her neck and her hair, as though doting on his favorite pet, even while he kept her pinned in place. All the meantime, he was grinding his knee up between her thighs, keeping it pressed right up against her sex. He enjoyed the sound of her groaning, as if she was slowly realizing the position she had found herself in.

Her eyes closed for a moment and he could see the uneasiness, perhaps even fear, as she looked back at his face. He was tempted to kiss her there, just to further assert his dominance. But no, there was plenty of time for him to do that later. Instead he contented himself by letting his free hand graze back down her neck, stroking her shoulder gently before his fingers pressed against the top curve of her chest, stroking.

"No George, you're not going to break me...quite the opposite is going to happen, that, I can guarantee you."

He couldn't help himself. The sheer absurdity of her comment made him laugh right in her face. "Really? What an interesting possibility. Fortunate that your superiors can't hear you say that, since it could be taken as clear proof of your delusion. How do you propose to turn the tables on me, I wonder? You're being confined in a secret location, only 5 living human beings know that you're even here."

His hand slid lower, then, cupping up underneath her breast and then giving it a little squeeze before his fingers teased at her nipple. No, let's face it, I have you exactly where I want you."

"I knew I couldn't run anymore. Now I have a feeling I'm right back where I started and that's fine...perhaps that's part of my plan...perhaps not..."

He shook his head at her as he leaned down next to her face. He nestled his head next to hers intimately, almost like a lover, as he caressed her breast in his palm and squirmed his knee tight up against her vulnerable sex. His groin was pressed up against her hip, and he knew she could feel it. "The problem with that is that I'm just paranoid enough to consider that it might be part of your plan to get caught. But...you had no idea you'd be brought here. I'm sure you don't even know where you are. And I've eliminated any possibility of this turning for your benefit. There's no way out of this cell, nothing hidden on you to help you escape. If this was your plan, then the plan really sucks."

He felt her squirming just slightly against him as he laid out the situation for her. Finally she broke things off with the pressing question.

"I'm sure you're dying to find out what I know so.... Let's cut to the chase Agent Driscoll. Why play these games?"

The truth was, he was enjoying the banter with her. She was an exciting woman. Dangerous like a viper, but exciting to be around, as exhilarating as hunting a dangerous predator-one that could just as well get the best of you. But she seemed intent on bringing and early end to the repartee.

"Well, the truth is that we both know that breaking a trained operative takes time. I mean, you're not likely to give up the only leverage you might in this situation. But fair enough.

"Tell me everything you know about my operation." He smiled as he looked her in the eye, waiting for a second. Then he shook his head at her silence. "I thought so."

With that, he suddenly dropped her to the floor and began to back out of her cell. "I'll leave you here to yourself overnight. We'll get started properly tomorrow."

 

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With a hard thud, Shannon fell hard on her ass and looked up at George as he backed out of the cell. She didn't bother to make a move as he told her that things would start tomorrow... a smart person, had they known Agent Driscoll the way Shannon did, would be scared...but for some reason, she was reasonably calm. They didn't break eye contact until George was out of sight...Shannon continued to sit there and figure out what she was going to do.

She was naked and hurting. Her head was pounding from the beating she took earlier in the day and then into the night.

He had said that only 5 people had known she was there. Who were the five?

Daniels, was one...the two, she was sure there were two in the front of the SUV she was probably brought here in. How else would she have gotten here? Daniels was on the phone with someone, she presumed now it was with Driscoll.

So, OK, that made four. Perhaps someone else here in this place? Someone else associated on the outside with either Daniels or Driscoll...maybe with both?

"Fuck..." she whispered as she continued to ignore her pounding head. Looking around the cell, there wasn't much. Hell, there was nothing except for a bucket..to which Shannon made a face at. He didn't really expect her to go in that...right?

"Of course he does, idiot." She said under her breath. Shannon had to assume there were cameras around so he had to be watching her. It was better to be paranoid than be lax during a situation like this. With a careful, deep breath, Shannon slumped against the wall. There was nothing to do but wait. Wait and see what tomorrow would bring.

She chuckled to herself and leaned her head back against the wall. Yeah, she was screwed. She had to hold off for as long as she could. George was familiar with the torturing techniques, as was Shannon...they were, after all, from the same agency. Seventy-two hours. She had to hang on for seventy-two hours.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He backed away as the cell door closed, watching, keeping his eyes locked with hers until he left his little dungeon, the solid steel door slamming shut behind him. He grinned confidently to himself, climbing up the stairs afterward and then taking a sharp right, walking down the short hall toward the security office. He pulled the door open and walked directly in.

Ramirez was sitting there in his office chair, admiring his captive on the security camera in the cell. Agent John Ramirez had agreed to serve as a necessary fall guy two years earlier to help cover up the trail. They'd successfully faked his death at the hands of a Iranian butcher by bleeding him, scattering his DNA into a pile of assorted corpses. He'd agreed on the sole condition of a comfortable existence and a hefty pay-out. He was the person that Driscoll trusted above all others: if anyone even found evidence that Ramirez was alive, he'd face charges of treason.

"Don't enjoy looking too much. She's mine to play with, John."

"Don't call me John. My name is Rico, now." Ramirez scowled at him, then showed his teeth in a flashy grin. "And I was just admiring the acquisition. She should be fun."

"Trust me, she is." George laughed. "Well, hit the switch. You know what we need to do. Sleep deprivation is the first step." He nodded as "Rico" reached out to flip a switch, meant to make the prison experience even more uncomfortable than it already was (since it contained no where to lie down except the floor). The lights began alternating on and off every two seconds, alternating between glaring brightly and complete darkness. And 80 decibels of warbling electronic sounds, like heavy metal music full of horriflying dissonant notes, begin blaring from the speakers.

"All right, that should keep her for the next 12 hours." George spun around and walked out the door, throwing a last comment over the shoulder. "I'll start interrogating her properly tomorrow. That part, you won't get to watch." He walked back down the hallway to the stairway once again, heading up to his second floor bedroom. He plopped down and turned on his laptop to finish a last piece of work before bedtime.


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George took his time the next morning. After a shower, he took time drying his hair out before dressing comfortably, wearing a cheap air of slacks and a loose shirt. It was going to be a work day. He then walked down the stairs to the basement, pulling open the steel door to his dungeon, immediatley hearing the loud noise blaring in his ears. He walked up toward Shannon's cell. "Good morning," he started to say, before realizing he couldn't even hear himself. He turned up toward the camera and gave a "cut" gesture, which immediately caused the noise to cut off.

"Good morning, we've got a long day ahead of us." He pressed his thumbprint into the wall to open her cell door before walking in with her.

 

[zydrate]

For the first few hours, Shannon could tolerate the noise and the lights. When the lights started to dim and shine bright, she simply drew her knees up toward her chest and rested her forehead on them as she closed her eyes. But then, the sound… the annoying sound that was going on. It wasn’t an exact rhythm of noise, just various noise…it was like standing next to a blender for a very long time. At first, it was tolerable but then, as the hours wore on, it was maddening.

It took a lot for her not to get up and cry out for it all to quiet down. But, she was proud of herself, she held on.

Soon, after what seemed like forever, even though she was tired and couldn’t sleep due to all the noise, Shannon lay down on the floor and tried to place her mind elsewhere.

There was no way she was able to drown out the sound…she crossed an arm across her chest and placed the other arm across her eyes over her head. As it was, her head was pounding from the earlier beating received from Daniels and his men…she could only imagine what was going to happen in a few hours.

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The drone of sounds and then the lights suddenly stopped, but that was the only thing that did as the ringing in Shannon’s ears didn’t. With a groan, she sat up when she heard the cell door open. She raised her hand...or hands, since they were still cuffed, to brush her long hair out of her face. She didn’t bother to get up when George approached due to the fact that she was still trying to gather herself after a restless night…thanks to him.

“So…I see you’re going text book on me…like that’s a surprise. What’s it going to be today? Waterboarding? More beatings?” Her voice was low and tired. Even though she was well versed on what he was going to do, it didn’t mean she was ready for any of it.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He smiled as he glanced down at her, leaning against the open cell door for the moment. He allowed her to get her hair straightened out as he watched her, waiting for the correct moment to pounce.

“So…I see you’re going text book on me…like that’s a surprise. What’s it going to be today? Waterboarding? More beatings?”

The HUMINT (Human Intelligence) handbook specified two main things necessary to extracting RELIABLE information from an interrogation. The first part was to weaken their defenses. Outright torture was a no-no, of course; there was a long history, dating back to the Inquisition (and perhaps earlier) demonstrating that information gained while under physical duress was unreliable.

The second part was to establish a connection with the "interviewee." In this case, he already had established a connection. He'd been inside of her, listened to her panting as she approached orgasm, and had decorated her stomach with his cum as he'd released.

"You know, it pains me to see you like this, Shannon. I really did enjoy your company. It's too bad that we've been dragged into opposite sides of this mess."

He then stepped forward and grabbed her by her long hair, yanking her up to her feet and then shoving her chest first against the cell wall. Then his hands were at her head, and he wrapped a blindfold over her eyes and strapping it down behind her head. Then he was sliding a thick sack over her head to completely obscure her vision. He was grabbing at her hands, then, pulling them up over her head and dragging her away.

"Well, best to get this over with, Shannon. We both know it's only a matter of time before you break, so the sooner we start, the sooner we can finish."

Driscoll turned around, then, scooping her up over his shoulder so her head hung down against his chest, grabbing at her wrists to keep them from getting free. He turned and began carrying her back up to his bedroom, making extra certain that she couldn't see where she was going. He wasn't about to let her learn the layout just yet.

 

[zydrate]

"You know, it pains me to see you like this, Shannon. I really did enjoy your company. It's too bad that we've been dragged into opposite sides of this mess."

"I be it does. I can see how much you're hurting." She said, knowning she wasn't helping matters any. Shannon didn't fight him as he grabbed her by the hair, although the action did make her grunt in pain. She was too weak at the moment to fight him, that and with her hands cuffed, she wouldn't be able to do much damage.

She needed to bide her time.

"Well, best to get this over with, Shannon. We both know it's only a matter of time before you break, so the sooner we start, the sooner we can finish."

"Fuck you Driscoll." She said, her voice low and full of hate. When he picked her up, Shannon had no choice but to go along with him. He was taking her else where...but where? With a few unsuccessful struggles against his hold, Shannon gave up when he stopped and seem to open another...room? She heard a beep and then the release of locks before he walked forward.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

"Fuck you Driscoll."

"Oh, I promise you, you will. Soon. But maybe I'll make sure you beg for it first."

Driscoll carried Shannon over his shoulder, making sure not to take the most direct route as he heard security doors closing loudly behind him. In truth, he didn't exactly live in a mansion as much as a large house, but placed at the center of a large private plot of undeveloped land. It helped ensure privacy. In order to create the illusion that the manor was larger than it was, after carrying her out of the basement, he went to the side hallway, taking the back stairs up to the second floor, then doubling back until he reached his spacious private quarters.

Just like the security door in the basement, these required a thumb scan to enter, which he pressed against the wall before the door clicked with the sound of unlocking. He pressed another button to get the door to swing open automatically, dragging his burden in over his shoulder, before it swung closed behind him. Once the door locked behind him, he dropped her onto the floor and yanked the bag off of her head, but leaving the blindfold on.

He smiled as he looked down at her, halfway perched on her knees in front of him, before he suddenly slapped her face, violently, letting the sound ring in the room.

"That's just a starter. It's what you get for being a thorn in my side, you arrogant bitch." Driscoll then scooped her off the ground, pulling her to her feet before he walked over toward the wall, where he had St. Andrew's cross conveniently stored for situations just like this. He did enjoy tying up beautiful, noncompliant bitches. Pulling out the key to her handcuffs, he force her hands over her head so he could remove her handcuffs and chain her properly to the cross. His feet slid between her legs, kicking her feet apart and forcing her legs to spread out wider than her shoulders as he wrestled with her hands, attempting to fasten them in place.

"Now...let's start debriefing you properly."

 

[zydrate]

Because she was blindfolded, the hard slap was a complete surprise but to Shannon's credit, she stay up, partially on her knees as her head was thrown to one side. To her own pride, she didn't cry out. Hell, with the beatings she had the day (or night, she wasn't sure anymore) before, the slap was surprising because she wasn't expecting it.

"That's just a starter. It's what you get for being a thorn in my side, you arrogant bitch."

Shannon wanted to say something but was quickly yanked back up by her hair. She reached for the blindfold but George quickly stopped her. Fuck, she couldn't do much blinded..she had to bide her time, but Shannon feared it was too late as her arms were raised above her head and for a small moment, the cuffs were gone but George's hold was painfully hard as he roughly switched from the cuffs to something else, fastening her arms apart. Next her legs...she felt so vunerable and she didn't like it.

"Now...let's start debriefing you properly."

She yanked against the restraints, "Debriefing? You're wasting your time George. You know that right?" Her voice didn't exude the confidence she thought she had. The thing about it was that during their time working together, Shannon had seen his interrogation tactics with those that they arrested. There were no rules to follow or any reports to write so anything went. And right now, he didn't have anything to lose. No one was looking for Shannon either. She had started this entire investigation on her own with warnings from those she trusted.

Damnit, she had just enough evidence to take down this entire operation but it would a fruitless effort if she was broken...

 

[Noon_Shadow]

She resisted him as hard as she could while he was securing her to the St. Andrew's cross, her arms spread in a V up above her head. He had to wrestle with her wrists, his own muscles flexing and straining. Despite being worn out, sleepless, and having already taken a beating, she was fighting. It was enough to make him almost proud of the younger agent-she was absolutely no pushover. He felt something else, as well, as having her lithe body wriggling in his grasp, her ass pressed back against his groin, made him grind up against her from behind. He knew she could feel his erection pressing right up against her ass.

But she was going to take some effort to break. Fortunately, he had a few creative ideas he could use on her.

As he bent down to fasten her ankles, strapping them into the leather restraints, his face was almost eye-level with her sex. He leered at it for a moment, leaning forward, letting her feel his hot breath teasing against her vulnerable sex before he pulled away from her.

"Wasting? No, not wasting my time. I'm just spending it on a prolonged venture. But I have an excess of time. It's the benefits of a deep cover assignment."

Driscoll stood up and licked his lips as he eyed his little prize. His $350,000 prize. True, most of that value was the intel that he could extract from her, but the joy of teasing and taunting her and eventually forcing her to climax with his name on her lips...that was also exquisite. And made all the more alluring because she hated him. Hatred was alluring, and fun to break. He laughed, then pulled his hand back and spanked her ass as hard as he could, enough to make his hand sting a little. He enjoyed watching her flesh shake.

"Now, you need to take a moment to think about exactly what you want to tell me, and what you're planning to keep secret. I mean, you have to know your only hope is to try to feed me some truth sprinkled full of lies...." He had to make sure he seemed to always be a step ahead of her.

He stepped away to the corner of his room. He kept an ice chest there, with some beverages. But more importantly, ice. It was an odd opener, but he couldn't result to the most expected moves. He scooped out a bit of ice, dropping it into a tumbler, and then strolled up behind her. He pulled an ice cube out, holding it between his fingers, and then pressed it against the base of her neck, hearing her inhale at the sudden cold on her flesh.

"So....first question. What led you to start investigating me, my dear?" He dragged the ice cube against her neck and then down between her shoulderblades, enjoying painting her skin with the melting residue.

 

[zydrate]

The ice felt so damn good...especially when he moved it up to the side of her face to the spot where he had slapped her. Shannon hadn't realized she moaned out loud and squeezed her blind folded eyes harder.

With the coolness of the ice, her memories of feeling his hot breath near her sex was something she couldn't shake from her mind. God, she remembered feeling his tongue and mouth there...the way he aggressively ate her out. And then, afterward, how he had forced his cock into her mouth and then down her throat. She had wanted to fight it but knew if she didn't go through with them fucking, then she wouldn't have gotten the information she managed to get later when he had finally fell asleep...

"So....first question. What led you to start investigating me, my dear?"

Shannon didn't answer. He was right. She was trying to find a way to tell him the truth but mix it with lies...

No. She couldn't break. Not right away at least. The truth was, Shannon was afraid of what he was going to do next. Hell, the cross she was on was something she had only heard about in rumor. But to her credit, she didn't show she was scared...at least not visibly.

"Please, like you didn't know. You had your suspicions before I came on board, but like all men, you were thinking with your dick rather than your head, right George?"

 

[Noon_Shadow]

She moaned softly as he traced the ice against her skin. She was already losing track of her responses-probably partially due to sleep deprivation. She should have known it was too early for her to start giving feedback on his treatment of her. Especially when he was working to keep her on her toes.

He pulled another ice cube out of the glass as the first melted away, and dragged it down between her shoulder blades. The run-off from the melted dripped down her back and against her ass. Then he suddenly reached up between her thighs, his bare hand slapping up roughly against her sex, clapping into it.

"Please, like you didn't know. You had your suspicions before I came on board, but like all men, you were thinking with your dick rather than your head, right George?"

He laughed softly in response to her comment, cupping up against her sex. It didn't escape his notice that she was using his name-connecting with her interrogator rather than distancing herself. She was forgetting her field training. TGeorge dragged up to her hair, yanking it, tilting her head back, as he dragged the ice cube down her chest. He began teasing the ice around her right nipple, moving around it an teasing it as it grows hard against the cold. He tightened his grip in her hair and kept her head pulled back.

"Come on, Shannon. You didn't seem to complain too much when you were grinding against my face, darlin," he responded in his affected southern drawl. He gave a soft chuckle.

"But we both know you were looking into me before we were assigned together. Tell me what your first clue was, you stuffy bitch." He released the ice cube and then his fingers grabbed her numb nipple, pinching it and giving it a little twist. "Unless you'd like me to pierce these sweet little buds."

 

[zydrate]

Shannon tried to struggle against the restraints but she felt him pull at her hair harder, causing her to scream. “Stuffy bitch?” Shannon tried to laugh but it sounded more like a croak from a frog. “Such language George..” she gasped as she tried to ignore the pain he was causing by twisting her nipple.

A smart woman would have known to cooperate but luckily Shannon wasn't just any other woman. She was doing her best to hold out. To stall everything. To give what was going to happen just a little more time.

Even though she tried her best to resist, Shannon balled her fists and pulled against the cuffs. She remembered what brought her to investigate him. “It was what happened with Agent Martinez...John Martinez... his death was too convenient...the time and place. Besides, his wife asked me to look into things. And you know what George? I found out a lot more than I should have...that much I know. And then his wife died less than 2 months ago. Another convenience because she was going to go states evidence on a few of his cases where he made some wrongful arrests.”

It was no use fighting against her binds. It was just starting to make her more tired and exhausted. Causing her to sweat from both anger and excursion. “I hope you have time Agent Driscoll because I have a small feeling we're going to be here for a very long time. You can do what you want but you know you'll never get me to submit.”

 

[Noon_Shadow]

George was enjoying himself. He enjoyed a good interrogation, the opportunity to pry information out of someone uncooperative. Bending an adversary to your will, through tricks or force or coercion, was exiting to him. And being pressed up against a sex woman wasn't unpleasant either-he felt her ass shaking against his crotch as he twisted at her nipples. He took the opportunity to kiss at the side of her neck playfully, as if they were lovers sharing an intimate moment, rather than confronting an adversary

He took the time to consider her story. It sounded reasonable enough. No lies so far. And it told him that she hadn't figured out that they'd covered up for Ramirez-as far as she knew, he was dead. Ramirez's wife HAD been troublesome. Setting her up drowning to look accidental had required some real effort. George had been surprised at how callously John had reacted to the news. But then, things had been rocky in his marriage anyway-John had really gotten comfortable extorting favors from prostitutes.

George smiled and then stroked Agent Travis' hair playfully. "It's nice to find you so cooperative, Shannon." His other hand slipped down her back and cupped her ass lightly before sliding around to tease against her thigh, stroking her leg, petting her skin.

“I hope you have time Agent Driscoll because I have a small feeling we're going to be here for a very long time. You can do what you want but you know you'll never get me to submit.”

"Well, Shannon, nobody knows where you are. So I'd say there's plenty of time to waste. It's not like you've managed to hide GPS device. All your clothes have been incinerated, so nobody will come along to rescue you."

He reached down and gave her ass a light, playful slap, before sliding his hand down between her legs. He let two fingers gently brush along the folds of her sex. He brushed against it tenderly, teasingly, for a couple of minutes, letting the quiet stretch out as he listened to her breathing.

"Now, time for round two. Tell me how you found out about the counterfeit operation." This was a test, of course-there WAS no counterfeit operation. He was tied up in organized crime-drugs, smuggling, and human trafficking-so it was test to see if she could come up with a creative lie, or she'd continue to cooperate.

 

[zydrate]

God, all she wanted to do was sleep. It was like she was in a cloud and she could hear George's words echo in her brain. Her body betrayed her when she felt his fingers on the lips of her pussy to which she gasped. Hell, she tried to push down on this touch but of course, couldn't really move because of the binds.

"Now, time for round two. Tell me how you found out about the counterfeit operation."

“Counterfeit?!” That caught Shannon by surprise. She quickly searched her memories of details to the case. It didn't surprise her that Driscoll could also be involved in something like counterfeit. Maybe he was giving himself away...

She shook her head and let it hang, as if the effort took a lot, “...nothing about counterfeit...” her eyes closed as she let herself fall toward the darkness that her body needed so desperately at the moment.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

George let his fingers tease up against her sex as she gasped. He felt her hips shaking, trying to press down against his fingers as he teased her, enjoying the feeling of her pussy slowly moistening for him. He liked how responsive her body was, and it made him lean down and nip at the corner of her neck and shoulder, biting down softly on the tender flesh there, before kissing back up to her ear. His fingers began stroking up and down her sex in a slow rhythm-he had rubbed off enough slaves to get a feel for what usually worked. She responded with another little gasp, and he allowed his fingers to tease against her hard clit.

“...nothing about counterfeit...” she murmured sleepily, as he saw her head drooping down toward sleep. Well, that could not be allowed.

Driscoll reached up with his spare hand, slapping against her cheek. "No nodding off, now, Shannon. You wouldn't want me to break out the cattleprod, would you? He then gave a few light smacks between her legs, against her exposed and vulnerable sex. "Come now, Shannon. Just a few more answers and we can take a break. I could let you sleep."

He continued to rub against her sex and then kissed against the flesh of her neck, smiling. He felt her lips growing dewy and then he penetrated her with a single, nimble finger, wriggling it inside of her sex. "Or maybe you'd prefer to feel my cock pounding you as a reward." He chuckled softly and then leaned up to kiss her cheek.

George reached back to grab another ice cube, feeling confident that the cold sensation would keep her awake. He continued to finger-fuck her with his right hand as he reached around to her chest with his left, dragging the ice cube on her sensitive breasts. his cock was growing hard in his pants with the anticipation of breaking her in properly, and he was sure she could feel it pressing into her lower back.

"Do you realize that you're already behaving like my obedient slut?" He teased her for a moment before moving forward with the questioning.

"Now, it's time to tell me what information you learned that night. Well, aside from the fact that you can cum delightfully against my tongue. What did you discover?" His hand continued to lightly tease her body. Inwardly he wondered how long she'd cooperate. He hadn't had to break out the whip yet...or anything more insidious.

 

[zydrate]

Her eyes opened in shock when he slapped her between her legs, along with her cheek. She shook her head and tried to stay awake and be aware of what was going on... it was a bit difficult as he mixed both pleasure with pain. She wasn't sure if he was serious about the cattle prod or not, but it made her pay attention to him a little more.

Then, he mentioned his cock. And that night's memories came rushing back.

They had been nothing but talk. Then, things turned serious and although she knew that if she resisted him that night, her cover would be over sooner than later. She had no choice but to submit to him. At first, yeah, she didn't like it but God, he was good. Her morals that night flew right out the proverbial window and she hated herself for it every time she thought about it.

Damn him... though Shannon as she felt his finger enter her and she groaned inwardly but in reality, she moaned out loud. That sensation mixed with the cool ice cube against her skin... her body kept betraying her and she cursed herself.

She shook her head at his saying of how she came against his tongue.

"What did you discover?"

She licked her dry mouth and, as a lover would do, she leaned her head against his, whispering softly to him, "Fuck you Driscoll."

 

[Noon_Shadow]

George glanced over at the whip in the corner, sitting on a shelf next to the closet. Where he kept the cattle prod. Well, that would certainly work for keeping her awake. And she wouldn't expect the shock in her buttock before it stuck. Well, there was a time for the rod, but for now, the carrot seemed to be doing wonders for her.

He felt Agent Travis' hips rock lightly against the finger penetrating her, and he wiggled it inside of her pussy. He felt her growing moist at the teasing sensation, and he pressed his body against hers once again, re-emphasizing that intimate contact he was simulating. He toyed with her, as he had toyed with several other women in a similar position, and felt her responding to it. It helped that he had fucked her before. He could sense her thighs tensing, remembering the strength in her legs as those thighs had pressed against his cheeks while he tasted her cunt.

"Fuck you Driscoll." She said, whispering it intimately against him.

He nodded and then dragged the ice cube down between her breasts, littering her skin with little drops of ice cold water, trailing them down toward her navel as he felt her slightly shuddering in response. his mouth pressed against her flesh again, nipping at her neck, before he whispered back.

"Oh, you wish, don't you darlin? The feeling of your body pinned up against the wall, pounding against it, slammed into it as your pussy stretches around the length of my cock shoving up inside of you. You'd feel so much better after a good hard fuck, wouldn't you?" He licked at her earlobe, and then adjusted his hand against her pussy until he found her clit, strumming quickly against it with his thumb. His finger curved and bent inside of her as he teased her.

"Last chance, Shannon. What did you learn that night?"

 

[zydrate]

Again, she moaned. The feelings he was stirring up in her made Shannon curse herself for feeling as though she failed. But she had to fight damnit...

"Oh fuck..." she whispered as he continued to fuck her with his finger. If he kept it up, she knew she was going to cum just from his finger fucking her. She couldn't pull away nor push him away.

It continued like that for a few more long minutes and she tried to keep her wits about her. The lack of sleep...the way he had her bound and in his control...

NO! She wasn't being controlled!

"Stop! Please..." she shook her head, her voice was low and she tried to keep the desperation out of her voice, "I don't know anything more..." it was a lie...no, he couldn't know what she had found. It wasn't something she could keep on a thumb drive. It was something she had to keep in her mind. Writing it down would just ensure her death by his own hands.

"I swear I don't know anything else."