The interrogation part 2 by hero141 hero141@hotmail.com Two sadistic muscular beauties send men through worlds of pain and torture... As O’Hara enters the house, there is an almost sacred silence about it. The monumental oak-wood stairway catches his eye. The walls are covered with masterpieces of contemporary art by Picasso, Dalí, Gilbert & George etc. Billions of dollars are attached to the walls and a successful businessman like O’Hara is not blind to this obvious and rather extravagant display of wealth. A servant, a lumping man in his fifties, nervously attends O’Hara to the foyer where he takes his place in an antique leather armchair. The view into the brightly lit English garden and landed property is fabulous. While indulging himself in the magnificent view, he hears a sensual female voice from behind… – So, O’Hara, we finally meet… He gets up and faces Devon, a dazzling brunette of about twenty-five years old. She is dressed in a darkblue dress which fits her like a glove. Her cleavage reveals her beautiful breasts, of which the nipples are hardly covered by the tight outfit. She has the face of a supermodel and the body of a well-trained fitnessbabe: the fantasy of every man ! And this she knows all too well… – I do not have the honor to know you, lady… Who are you ? – I am Devon, the president of A.N.G.E.L., a crime organisation specialized in blackmailing moneybags like you, O’Hara. With a surprised expression on his face he looks around and he realizes that he has been taken in. He knows her all too well. Devon: notorious for her bloody assaults and her horrible tortures; always gets what she wants. Wanted all over the world for murder, blackmail, illegal arms trade, drug traffic, etc. Has never been arrested. Status: extremely dangerous. Wealth: unknown. O’Hara sees that none of the doors is guarded and speeds to one of them. – You don’t have to run, O’Hara. I only want to ask you a few questions. If you’re not very chatty today, I always have my two assistants, Bethany and Denise. Have you ever seen them in action, O’Hara ? Have a seat and watch this videotape. Maybe it’ll loosen your tongue a bit… >>From behind the door the two broad-shouldered fighting machines appear. Their shiny white bikinis fit tightly around their voluptuous bodies. They tower high above the frightened man and violently push him in the fauteuil. On the screen, a torture session is being projected… – Take a good look, O’Hara. This has been recorded yesterday in the basement of my villa. The guy you see, is some servant who had dared to go out without my permission. You see here how he is put to the carpet by Bethany and Denise and interrogated about his motives. We thought he was a spy. The video lasts for about four hours. You can wind on: after four hours all that’s left is a pitiful stinking little bunch of misery who would have confessed whatever you charge him of… Bethany en Denise are very convincing, aren’t they… – He confessed he was a spy for the king of Pluto, hahaha ! He had to screw us ! Denise and I died laughing and of course then he died… Bethany roars with laughter, while O’Hara looks at the screen with growing uneasiness: a man is lying spread-eagled on a bench with his feet tied up. You can see he has been drugged with dope, so that in his agony he would not give in too easily because of the immense pain. O’Hara watches in a random excerpt how Bethany forces the man to jerk himself off. After a sixth time he fails to get his dick into position himself, but Bethany immediately makes his cock stand erect again. She has the perfect body and training for that… Not to make him cum again, but to beat him up: with one of her long nails she pierces into his swollen glans, while she violently pushes his balls into his abdomen. The sight is horrible ! The bleeding mass is being crushed in her hands. The wretch screams like a pig, but can’t do anything against the overwhelming female power. O’Hara can hear Bethany’s voice on the screen: – I would love to give you a blow-job. To show how a real woman can make you cum and not your cunt of a wife. She doesn’t even know what suck means. Certainly now that she has met Denise… Denise has brutally played with her for six hours… O’Hara has to watch how Denise opens a door and on a meat hook dangle the remains of a female body, completely unrecognizable except for the face. Every bone of the bleeding body has been meticulously broken and crushed… The pain she must have experienced, must have been incredible. The force and power to inflict such damage on a human body must have been accordingly. The muscle-packed bodies of the two beauties stir the imagination: their muscles are completely pumped up and their dress – a shiny pvc-suit – not only reveal their power but also their sadism and contempt for men. They certainly don’t lack sadistic streaks ! – I have been able to restrain myself: I left her face intact… I won’t be that gentle when I kill you ! A few moments later you can see how Denise draws out his teeth – one by one. She mutilates his upper and lower jaw and his screams are heart-rending. The two curvacious sex bombs then pour out a bucket of salt water over his gruesomely mutilated body with apparent pleasure and let him bleed to death… O’Hara’s face becomes pale with fear. Such sadism ! He thought this impossible. – You see, O’Hara, what they are capable of. But then again, they are real sex kittens in bed: they can make you reach orgastic pleasures you haven’t ever experienced… The choice is up to you… If it is a choice of course… Devon has come a little closer and he smells her delicate perfume. O’Hara can’t keep his excited gaze from Devon’s busty chest, her naked belly and her well-defined legs. What a beauty she is ! His throbbing erection is obvious – something the ladies immediately notice… Devon takes the initiative, sends away her two muscular assistants and remains alone in the parlor with the intimidated businessman. O’Hara can’t believe his own eyes when she clambers onto his lap. She takes his head between her massive breasts and rubs her fit ass over his crotch. – Let’s have a nice little chat, O’Hara. I only want to do you a proposal, a business proposal. I think it would be smart to do business with me… And very pleasurable. I would like you to become my business partner. O’Hara is struck dumb and looks into her dark brown eyes. – Business partner ? What do I have to offer you ? And what do you have to offer me for God’s sake ? – What I have to offer you, is unbridled physical protection and pleasure… And your penis seems to have decided already… What you have to offer me, is clear I think: capital ! I need immediate access to your property and money. While she utters these words, she slips off his lap like a snake and grabs his dick out of his trousers and starts to jerk him off between her toes. In the mean time Devon uncovers her oiled breasts and makes him move his hands over the perfect curves. Her luscious body drives him wild with lust. Just before he reaches an intense orgasm, she grinds her foor into his exposed balls. O’Hara doubles up and away erection… – Hahahaha ! First your account numbers and then we continue playing. – Bitch ! I’m not used to that kind of shit ! Your proposal doesn’t interest me by the way… My driver protects me against physical attacks. He’s an ex-navy officer and I won’t give you my money. I’m not mad, you know. If you will excuse me, I’m going home… Devon snaps her fingers and there they are again, standing straddle-legged and defiant: Bethany en Denise ! When she pushes a button next to the leather fauteuil, the curtains draw, the closets and armchairs disappear and in the middle of the room a steel stake emerges. The halfnaked fitnessbabe beckons her two bodyguards, who advance towards O’Hara grinning from ear to ear. Their well-developed muscles dance on their body with every movement they make. The impact of their oiled and beautifully tanned bodies on O’Hara is unmistakable: the man doesn’t even dare to look these goddesses in the eye and his brief glances go from their hardly covered breasts over their immensely trained abs to their heavenly but lethal legs… – You will talk, O’Hara. Don’t worry… You won’t be going home for a long time ! One minute later O’Hara is naked and chained to the stake in the middle of the room. His cock is throbbing with enthusiasm when he looks at Bethany and Denise’s magnificent bodies… Even in this situation ! They jeer at him… – You’re poorly endowed, O’Hara. I almost can’t see your fucking dick… Or do you have to get an erection yet ? Hahaha ! When I fuck with a man with a cock like yours, he may consider himself lucky if I give him the chance to satisfy my body. I usually tear his penis off his body and then I break his body very, very slowly to little pieces. I don’t have a B-cup, do I… Hahaha ! Denise stands before him and pushes her busty chest into his face. He is dying to cum… If she stoops and moves his dick between her fantastic boobs, he immediately reaches an intense orgasm. – You like that, don’t you O’Hara. I can promise you more ecstatic pleasure if you give me the account numbers. We know you have several of them. Hand them over ! Denise’s hand is manipulating his dick again and fondling his sensitive balls. Erection guaranteed… Her biceps swell to enormous proportions. The stunning beauty enjoys overpowering the poor man on the stake and dominating him with her alluring body. O’Hara hesitates… – What are you going to do with me when I give you the account numbers ? I have no guarantee you will let me live. Bethany immediately shuts him up by forcing her wet tongue into his mouth and giving him an aggressive French kiss. O’Hara cums again. Denise: – You have our word. If you talk, we will be very nice to you… We’ll fulfil any of your sexual desires or whims… Suddenly both ladies are being hurled away by a powerful explosion ! The stake to which O’Hara is attached, breaks into three pieces and he is able to set himself free – although he’s a bit stunned. Two heavily-armed men drag O’Hara along and free him out of his captivation. Denise is burried under tons of rubble and is not able to free herself. Bethany is only partially covered with ruins and can grab the foot of one of the commandos. He wants to wrench himself away, but the amazon keeps her grip tight. She smashes up his ankle and pierces her long nails through the weak flesh. Still, he is able to free himself and flee with his comrade and O’Hara, leaving both ladies for dead… (to be continued…)