Busted, Part IV
By The Timid Freshman
Captain Tricia interrogates Daniel to see what he knows


Daniel awoke with a start. He was cold and wet. Very cold and wet, in
fact--frigid water was splashing onto his face from above. He shook his head,
sputtering noisily, and realized with a shock that the water was not just
running down his face, but running down his entire naked body. He gave a
short, high-pitched yelp, his eyes popping wide open. Directly in front of him
were blue-white tiles, dimly reflecting a cold, fluorescent light. He looked
up. The water was spraying directly into his face from a metallic showerhead
that was aimed right at his head. It was around this showerhead that he now
realized his hands were securely cuffed, and stretched up above him. He
suddenly became aware of a pulling sensation in his arms, and realized that he
was in fact hanging by his wrists from the showerhead. He struggled to get
some sort of footing, and felt his bare feet sliding on top of more wet tile.
Sure enough, once he managed to get his feet firmly beneath him and look down,
he saw tiles on the floor underneath his feet that matched those on the wall.
He blinked his eyes several times, violently shivering under the frigid water,
trying to gain his bearings.

He had no idea how he had gotten here, or why was he was handcuffed inside a
shower. He looked to his right, and saw a row of identical showerheads, though
his was the only one that was turned on. So it wasn't just a shower he was
imprisoned in, but a group shower, like one might find in a gym or a public
pool. He looked to his left, and was startled to see a tall, beautiful blonde
woman reclining against the wall, watching him with amusement in her eyes.

"Wakey, wakey," she said playfully.

Daniel gasped again, and all the night's events came flooding back to him in a
storm of images and sensations. He remembered his infiltration onto the
grounds of Delta house and his subsequent discovery by head sorority sister
Tina Cox; his escape and subsequent capture by the ESU campus police; his
strip-search, cavity search, molestation, and eventual rape at the hands of
beautiful female ESU campus cops--all of this happening in less than an hour.
And the mastermind behind it all was standing right beside him: Captain
Tricia, head of the ESU campus police department.

She had not changed out of the skimpy policewoman's uniform she had worn while
chastising him in the interrogation room, but she had removed her top, so that
above her waist she was wearing nothing but a strapless black push-up bra,
which accentuated the loveliness of her creamy, supple breasts.

As Daniel's eyes took in the sight of his tormentor, her eyes took him in as
well, looking his shivering body up and down, and lingering on the sight of
his genitals. The cold water had caused his penis to shrink and shrivel up, so
that it looked rather like an acorn sitting atop his his balls. They had also
shriveled under the stimulation of the icy-cold water, retracting and
hardening into two wrinkly, leathery pouches. "Look how small it got!" Tricia
laughed, reaching over and pressing her fingertip into his dickhead, as if it
were a button. Daniel's cheeks burned red with embarassment. "Let's see what I
can do about that," she added flirtatiously, her voice taking on a seductive
timber.

Reaching up to the shower knob, she turned the heat up, so that the water went
from cold to lukewarm, then to warm, and finally to hot, but not too hot for
Daniel to bear. Steam began to waft up from the shower floor. Ducking under
his arms, Captain Tricia slipped in front of Daniel, standing in-between him
and the shower wall, his arms draped over her bare shoulders. She was very
close to him. Winking at him slyly, she took his genitals once again into her
hands, and began to give them a gentle rubdown, softly massaging and tugging
on his penis, and lightly stroking and pulling at his scrotum, coaxing his
genitals back to their normal size, drawing them out slowly.

Daniel sighed in relief at the comforting sensations, but he still regarded
the Captain with fear and suspicion. When he had last seen her, she had been
standing idly by as one of her Lieutenants brutally raped him, laughing and
taking pictures as he was savagely violated. It was this memory, the last
thing he remembered before he blacked out, that filled his mind now, even as
she treated him with alarming tenderness.

"I-I've been r-raped..." he whispered, his voice shaking, still struggling to
process what had happened to him.

"I know, right?" said Tricia flippantly, and then she gave a little chuckle.
"Lieutenant Gianna loves interrogating prisoners, but sometimes she gets a
little carried away." She shook her head, and laughed again. "I still can't
believe that crazy bitch used her taser on you." She looked into his terrified
eyes. "Not that it wasn't hilarious! I mean, watching you spazzing out all
over the floor like that..." To Daniel's horror, she then reached up without
warning and gave his ribs a violent tickle, causing him to jerk spasmatically,
just as he had done when Lieutenant Gianna had used her taser on him. Tricia
laughed at his reaction, and tickled him for a few more seconds before she
finally showed him some mercy and stopped. "The funny thing is," she added,
"your prick was rock-hard for the longest time after that. It wasn't until I
hit it with the cold water that it calmed down. So I guess the question you
have to ask yourself, Danny Boy, is how many more of my officers decided to
take a ride while you were out?"

Daniel blanched, horrified at the idea of being violated numerous times while
he lay helpless and passed-out on the floor. Captain Tricia laughed cruelly at
his reaction, and then continued. "But as much as I enjoyed the show," she
said, "how the hell am I supposed to go about my investigation if my suspect
is unconscious?" She looked around the shower, and smiled again. "It's okay,
though," she said. "This room is better for interrogation anyway." She grinned
at Daniel. "We can wash any blood you spill right down the drain."

Daniel gasped in fright and instinctively began yanking on the showerhead,
frantically trying to free himself and back away from her. Sighing with
exasperation, Captain Tricia reached down and took hold of his dick, which was
now back at normal size and hanging flaccidly over his dangling balls.
Wrapping her fingers around his penis, she squeezed it in a vise-like grip,
and Daniel gasped at the sudden constricting sensation. It felt like she would
cut his circulation off if she squeezed him any harder. He looked down at her
fist enclosing his member, and then up into her eyes. He was too shocked to
continue trying to escape, and stood completely still in her grasp.

"Relax, kiddo," she said. "If I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead already. I
just want to find out how much you know."

Daniel shook his head frantically. "I don't know anything, I swear!"

Captain Tricia shook her head, tightened her grip, and began to rotate her
wrist, twisting his penis painfully. Daniel groaned in anguish. "Now, I know
that's not true, Sweetie," she said, twisting his dick back and forth. She
grinned. "Want to know how I know?" When Daniel didn't answer her right away,
she yanked on his penis hard, causing him to cry out in agony. It felt like
she was about to rip it off! "I said, do you want to know how I know that you
know something?"

Daniel nodded his head frantically, desperate for her to let go of him. "Yes,
ma'am!" he hurriedly said. Captain Tricia released some of the pressure on his
dick, though she kept a firm grip on it. Once again, Daniel sighed in relief
as he felt the prickly sensations of feeling returning to his bruised cock.

"Ever since my girls brought you in," she began, absentmindedly kneading his
penis in her hand, "you haven't asked a single question. You haven't even
asked for a lawyer. And beyond a few meager complaints, you haven't protested
the way you've been treated. Now, any rational human being who found himself
in a situation such as yours, without knowing how he had gotten into that
situation, would behave very differently than you have, Danny. He might demand
an attorney, or refuse to follow orders. He would want to know what was going
on. He would want badge numbers. He would want to speak to my superior. You,
Danny, have asked for none of these things."

Daniel swallowed hard. Captain Tricia paused, smiled knowingly at him, and
continued to absent-mindedly massage his penis, which was beginning to stiffen
under her expert ministrations. "I can only assume, Danny," she continued,
"that you already know that any such requests would be denied, and that any
attempts to gain any sort of control over your situation would be futile. This
tells me that to some degree, you have already guessed what is going on. I
want to know what exactly that degree is." Daniel stared back at her, his
heart pounding. "How am I doing so far, Tiger?" she teased. She watched his
panicked expression for a few moments, and then continued. "Now, I know that
as a young boy who fancies himself a reporter, you have some semblance of what
you call, 'journalistic ethics.' You must know that I don't care about that in
the slightest. It doesn't take a super-sleuth to figure out that sooner or
later, Danny, you are going to tell me what I want to know. And I promise you,
you're going to tell me tonight. I guarantee it."

"Wh-What are you going to d-do to me?" he stammered, his voice filled with
terror.

"Me?" Captain Tricia answered, shrugging. "Not me, Danny. I don't like getting
my hands dirty." she smiled, looking down at Daniel's penis, which she was
still fondling. It was now fully erect, and she trailed her fingertips up one
side and down the other, causing him to tremble and gasp at the unexpected
pleasure. "Well, dirtier, at any rate." She laughed. "I'm not going to do
anything to you. But my interrogator is."

Letting go of his penis, she reached up and gently took his chin in her hand.
Then, she turned his head away from her, so that he was facing to the right.
With a start, Danny suddenly realized that they had been joined by another
female cop. She had snuck in while the Captain had been addressing and
fondling him.

She was a vision of loveliness, with long, chestnut-coloured hair, fair skin,
full, pink lips, and hazel eyes. She was shorter than Captain Tricia, and
appeared younger, perhaps in her mid-twenties. She wore nothing but a pair of
tight black panties, and a matching lacy bra, which barely contained her big,
voluptuous breasts. On her head she wore a black policewoman's cap, and in her
hand she carried a long, black leather crop, which had three long cords
hanging off of it, each made of tightly braided leather, and about twice the
length of the crop. At the end of each cord was a tight knot, from which
streamed several smaller leather tassells. She had been leaning against the
wall and stretching, but as Daniel caught sight of her, she stood up straight
and placed one hand on her hip, which she cocked playfully. Winking
flirtatiously at Daniel, she took the whip in her other hand and cracked it,
causing the sound to reverberate throughout the shower room.

Daniel felt a cold sense of dread creeping through his veins like ice water.
He eyed the whip nervously as the interrogator began to circle him. Captain
Tricia ducked out from under his arms, retreating a few feet away to a safe
distance. The other cop slowly prowled through the shower, and Daniel lost
sight of her as she came to a stop directly behind him, only a few feet away.
He craned his neck, trying to look over one shoulder and then the other, but
it was no use. She had left his field of vision, although he could hear the
sound of the leather crop tapping playfully against her naked thigh. Giving up
trying to look at the interrogator, Daniel appealed instead to the Captain,
who had resumed her former position, leaning against the shower wall on his
left side.

"Please," he begged her. "Please don't."

Captain Tricia only laughed and held out her hand in front of her,
absent-mindedly looking at her nails.

Daniel was acutely aware of every sound in the room. His own heavy and nervous
breathing, the white noise of the hot water as it continued to rain down on
him, the rhythmic tapping of the leather crop against the interrogator's
leg....which, Daniel suddenly realized in horror, had abrubtly stopped.

Daniel's world suddenly exploded in pain. An intense, violent stinging
sensation burned through his buttocks, so shocking that he couldn't even tell
which cheek had been struck. He heard the sharp sound of the whip striking his
tender flesh, and his entire body convulsed. This was a new pain, different
from the ones he had experienced earlier in the evening. It was acute,
stinging, and razor-sharp. Daniel felt as if he had been stung by a wasp, and
his ass was on fire. He barely had enough time to process these new feelings
of pain when they surged to life again, this time across his inner thighs,
just below his tightly clenched buttocks. It was like some kind of
fire-tongued demon had just licked his legs. Daniel suddenly became aware of a
new sound, and after a fraction of as second, he realized that it was the
sound of his own screams, just as another lash sliced across the base of his
spine.

All of this happened in a manner of seconds, and his body jerked with violent
spasms as the pain shot through him like a bolt of lightning. His feet slipped
out from under him, and he dropped as far as his handcuffed wrists would
allow, swinging forward slightly as another lash hit him again in the small of
his back. He screamed out in agony again, struggling to regain his footing.
The next lash hit his butt again, and while it stung like fire, he realized
that the fat of his buttocks protected him slightly better than his thighs,
and certainly more than his back. As he struggled to comprehend this fact, yet
another lash sliced across both ass cheeks.

"Make sure you give him some variety," said Tricia to her interrogator She
smiled at Daniel. "We wouldn't want one part of his body going numb on us."

"NOOOO!" Daniel screamed as the next lash hit his inner thighs again, hurting
much worse than the previous one. "Please!" he cried, tears streaming down his
face. "Please, no more!"

Captain Tricia held up her hand, signalling her interrogator to stop. "Why
were you at Delta house taking pictures tonight?" she asked.

Daniel's mind raced. He had to tell the most convincing lie he could think of,
but the intense pain was making it difficult to think. He gasped for air, his
entire body shaking. "I...I wanted to see naked chicks," he blurted out,
unable to come up with anything better. He thought wildly, then added, "I was
hoping to see some lesbian shit!"

Tricia shook her head, frowning. "No, you weren't."

Daniel screamed in agony as another lash hit him on his inner thigh,
dangerously close to his testicles. Tears streamed down his face as he
blubbered, "It's true! I wanted to get some pictures!"

"But not of 'lesbian shit,' as you so eloquently put it," retorted Captain
Tricia. "Don't forget boy, I've looked through your pictures. I know what you
were looking for. You wanted a photographic record of the pledges' initiation
rites. I want to know how you found out about them in the first place."

Daniel stared dumbly at her, and then screamed again as another lash stung him
right between his ass cheeks.

Tricia sighed. "We're not getting anywhere with this," she said. "We'd better
step it up a notch."

"I thought you'd never ask," purred the interrogator, her voice rippling with
sadistic anticipation.

Tricia beckoned her over to where Daniel was cowering and trembling. "Here,
help me with his hands."

"No...." Daniel sobbed, tears streaming down his face, mixing with the water
from the shower. "Please....no...."

"Shut up," Tricia snapped, giving him a painful pinch on his left ass cheek.
Daniel yelped in pain, but said nothing more as the two policewomen reached up
to where his wrists were cuffed around the showerhead. As they busied
themselves with the handcuffs, their bodies pressed against his on either
side. Even as he trembled with pain and fear, he could not help to notice the
pleasant sensation of their soft breasts pressing against him. But the small
comfort was fleeting and over with quickly. They uncuffed his right hand,
re-fastening the unoccupied cuff to the showerhead instead, so that only his
left hand was secured to it. They then repositioned his body, turning him
around so that he was backed up against the shower tiles, his left arm
stretched above him, tightly secured. Next, they took his free right hand, and
stretched it out towards the showerhead to his right. They then proceded to
cuff this hand to the other showerhead, so that his arms were stretched out in
both directions, and his back was against the shower wall. He was now
completely helpless and vulnerable. The interrogator turned the other shower
on, so that hot water now poured down on him from both sides.

Captain Tricia backed away from him, and the interrogator threw her whip
aside. For a moment Daniel was relieved, until she reached behind her back and
retrieved something that had been tucked inside the wasteband of her panties.
As she brought it back around, Daniel realized that it was another whip,
identical to the one she had been using on his buns and thighs, but only about
a third of the size. She twirled it in her hand, stepping closer to him.

"Wh-what are you going to do with th-that?" he stammered.

"This," she answered, and quickly flicked her wrist. A moment later Daniel
felt a new stinging pain, more acute and focused then the last, and all the
worse because of where it had been inflicted. The interrogator had cracked her
whip, striking him precisely on the tip of his penis.

It felt as if she had poked a red-hot needle into the eye of his dickhead.
Daniel screamed again, louder than he had when she had whipped his backside.
He continued screaming when the whip hit him a second time, this time striking
his penis right where the shaft met the head. He had never felt anything like
this before. His dick burned like fire where she had whipped it, as if
imaginary needles continued to sear his flesh. A third time the whip cracked,
this time biting savagely at the base of his penis, where his pubic hair did
nothing to cushion the blow.

Daniel continued to scream in pain as his penis burned. But he barely had time
to process the hurt before the interrogator varied her methods, and a new wave
of anguish washed over him. The deadly, beautiful woman swung the whip around,
bringing it up underneath him in an underhand motion, as if she were pitching
a softball, so that the tiny, hard knots at the ends the cords struck him
squarely in the balls. They were still sore from when Captain Tricia had
mercilessly squeezed them earlier, and this new pain was more than he could
bear. And yet the beautiful interrogator kept striking his balls again and
again.

Daniel moaned in agony as the knots continued to pummel his testicles. Each
strike made him feel like he was going to throw up, the punishment was so
intense. He felt his vision blurring and his knees going weak. His butt was
tingling intensely, as if it had been asleep for hours and the circulation was
jsut now returning to it. His penis felt like it was on fire, and his balls
were throbbing in a dull, steadily increasing pain. He could barely stand, and
the handcuffs cut into his wrists as he dangled from the two showerheads.
Please let me pass out, he thought. Please let me pass out from the pain.

But he would have no such luck. The interrogator once again cracked her whip,
and with an expert twirl of her wrist, she wrapped the cords around his
dangling cock, catching it securely with the whip. She pulled her arm back
violently, yanking hard on his dick. The intensely painful tugging sensation,
combined with the leather straps digging into his raw, stinging skin, brought
his world back into stark contrast, and the new type of pain mingled with the
others currently afflicting him below his waist.

"Tell us what you know!" she yelled, yanking again on his bruised cock, making
it feel as if she were going to pull it right off. "NOW!"

"OKAY!" Daniel wailed, his body shaking as he sobbed uncontrolably, his
gentials pulsing with the most intense pain he had ever felt. "Please, I give
up! I'll tell you whatever you want to know, just please stop!" His pleas
dissovled into incomprehensible weeping as he hung there, the leather straps
cutting into his dick.

Captain Tricia nodded at her interrogator, who, with a disappointed expression
on her face, flicked her wrist again, causing the leather straps to unwrap
themselves from Daniel's savaged penis. It was a small releif, but he was
still in too much pain to realize it. He hung there, tears streaming down his
face, his breath coming in haggard gasps. He had been broken.

"That's a good boy," smiled Tricia, sidling back up to him. She drew her body
up against his, so that her breasts once again pressed against his wet,
heaving chest. She leaned in close, her face inches from his own. He could
feel her warm, sweet breath on his cheek. "You can start by naming your
sources."

And for the next half hour, Daniel, having been completely broken by the two
policewomen in a matter of minutes, told the Captain everything she wanted to
know, right down to the last minute detail. Never before had he felt so
ashamed.