Her breasts are purple and throbbing..

I walk into the room and slam the door behind me. She is suddenly awakened from her sleep. More of exhaustion from her capture but she knows from the look on my face she is in trouble. She sees me in my full military uniform and knows her interrogation is about to begin. She tries to stand, flail her arms and get away from me all at the same time but unknown to her i tied her arms together at the wrist and elbow then to the back of the chair making her chest burst forward. In her restraint she struggles and squirms and mumbles into the tight ball gag. After the initial panic and realisation of her helplessness she realises in the low light a table is to her right. She cant quit see the many items in the low light but she can guess what they are for.

I walk over to the table and take the 2 ankle restraints, she begins to kick and the sound of the heel of her knee high leather boots echo around the stone walls of the cell. I grab her right ankle force down against the chair leg. Quickly i buckle her ankle tight to the leg of the chair, the next leg is a lot easier...she gives and small kick but its futile, she looks up at me through tear streaked mascara eyes, we both know there is no escape. I take my knife and begin to cut her dress open eventually tearing it with my hands exposing her chest. Then with the knife i slowly cut the straps of her bra and eventually turn my attentions to her lower half. I run the cold steel of the blade against the soft skin of her inner thigh, not to cut her but to heighten the terror this prisoner. I then cut open her panties leaving completely naked except for the ball gag and her boots.

Her chest is now pounding with half sobs as i take the leather hood from the table and walk behind her. She seems to panic even more by this as she cant see me. With one quick movement i force the leather hood over her head and she is plunged into further darkness.

I take a chair from the corner and sit in front of her that i know who she is and what she has done and that her cover is blown and i want to know everything that she knows. She tries to say something but the ball gag makes her words come out as murmurs and whimpers. I unzip the the mouth piece of the hood and a long trail of saliva runs out of her mouth.

I take the bull whip from the wall and explain she has to take a beating. just as a taster of what is to come unless she talks. All the time swishing the whip back and forth in front of her naked chest letting her know how close she is to a ordeal of pain across her breasts.

I stand up, take a step back and bring the whip down hard across her left breast, back up and across her right. Each stroke making a loud 'crack' sound, made to sound worse in the cold stone room that is her cell. After about 2 mins of this its becomes to much for her to bare. She thrashes around body bucking and and squirming trying in vain to escape the pain that the bull whip brings forth. After 5 mins i stop. She is panting, dribbling and exhausted. I tell her if she doesn't want it to happen again she will talk and tell me everything. Her breasts are purple and throbbing. I say to her that i will let her think it over and will come back later to see if she would like to talk. I walk out leaving her in the cold dark cell to think about her predicament. if only she knew i have no intention of letting her go without suffering a lot more in the coming days...