Assignment completed, time to relax - Anon

He walked quietly into a bar, his work completed, purchased a beer and settled unnoticed into a chair behind a table in a shadowy corner of the establishment. It has been a difficult assignment this time, and he has only just been able to complete his part of the task by bringing all of his skills and experience to bear. He is glad that it is now over. All that remains is for him to return home, but that will wait until tomorrow. Tonight he just wanted to sip a beer and take his time to relax for the first time in several months.

He saw her just a few seconds before he caught her scent, as she walked in to the bar and walked smoothly over to take a seat on a barstool, ordering a drink which the barman placed before her. She seemed to be deep in thought, since she didn’t move for a while after sitting, and then reached into her bag for a cigarette which she lit as she stood and, without looking at him, walked over towards him and took a seat at a table nearby.

Over the next half an hour several guys came over to try their hand at a chat up line, but each was rebuffed with a polite, yet cutting remark. After one particularly persistent suitor had been finally despatched, she glanced over to him and asked, quite politely, if she could sit at his table, and perhaps that way she would be able to sit and sip her drink in peace. He was pleasant in his response, and agreed quite readily, and they both slipped into silence once again.

After a little while longer, she thanked him for allowing her to sit there, and for the opportunity to avoid the attentions of any more gallant gentlemen. They started chatting, and soon were quite absorbed in each other’s company. They were getting along quite famously, perhaps because he didn’t try to chat her up, so it came as no surprise when she invited him for a coffee as the evening was drawing to a close.

As he settled into the soft divan in her lounge with a coffee in one hand and a small piece of cake in the other, they chatted as if they had known each other for ever! He felt so relaxed … yet now, he realised that he felt … too relaxed. She had fed him some muscle relaxant and although he could hear everything he couldn’t move a muscle below his neck. He had been trapped with the oldest trick in the book! He was helpless to prevent the her from removing every piece of clothing from his now drugged body, one by one.

After she had moved his body so that he lay across the sofa, he felt her sit down beside him, and start to place her lips on his naked flesh, and she started kissing him all over. As much as he tried to resist, he couldn’t prevent his cock from responding and starting to become erect, and when she started to whisper some sexy words in his ear he heard a moan, which was evidently coming from his own throat, and when she started gently stroking his cock he could not prevent his moans from increasing in pitch and intensity

During the next few hours she brought him to the edge of cumming countless times, and it was starting to get light before she started her interrogation. Each time she brought him close to the edge, she asked him questions about his mission, and when he refused to answer, squeezed his balls quite roughly. After a little while he realised that if he just shared some unimportant titbits then she would resume stroking him, but allow him to slip away from the edge just a little. Each time, he was getting more and more aroused, more and more frustrated, and letting more and more confidential information be disclosed.

Every hour or so she would get up and slip away to take a break, only to return dressed in something even more sexy than before, and he started to dread her return since he knew that he would be subjected to even more arousal, but also even more frustration. Every time he determined that he would tell her nothing more, yet every time he capitulated and told her even more.

This time, he flinched as she drew near, which caused her to smirk. "P-please..." he gasps. "I've t-told you everything I know now..." She regarded him thoughtfully. "I suppose you have," she said. "Then please, for the love of god," he croaked, "Please, let me cum. Please, god, let me cum!"

She smiled, and reached out to tap the tip of his penis. She watched it bounce, and a drop of precum dripped slowly from the tip. He let out a pained moan as he thrashed in his bonds. His cock is swollen to full capacity, the veins bulging; his testicles are swollen hugely, the skin is taught and shiny, and dark as a bruise.

However, these conditions are not the result of physical abuse. Actually, she has barely touched him at all; his cock is not even bound in a harness. What torments him so is pure, agonizing need. A need which she fans with a combination of her natural sexuality and sensual beauty, as well as her … psychic, powers. This soldier, like so many others, came equipped with psychic shields of course. But she knows the secret to breaking them down. During the entire interrogation, she hammered at his mental defences, but that she could do in her sleep. As she did so, however, she reached into the more primitive part of his mind, taking hold of his libido. She cooed and caressed this region of his psyche until he was so worked up, all she had to do was take her top off, and his willpower shattered like a thin sheet of glass.

Tears streaming from his eyes, he revealed everything to her in mere minutes. Now, all he can do is plead for the one salvation left to him: whatever shred of mercy she might have. She tapped the tip of his cock once more, sending a jolt through his loins which nearly made him cum right then. She leaned close, filling his gaze with her breasts, and tickling his ear with her warm breath. "Now that you have betrayed your people, given us another step with which to crush your little rebellion, you ask for mercy? Now that you are irrevocably a turncoat, you plead for your enemies to grant you their tender support?"

He let out a broken sob, and whispered, "Yes... please... please..."

She pulled her face away from him and gives him a cold, pitiless look. "Enemies of the State are shown no mercy. And a traitor is an enemy to all." He let out a scream as he felt her bore into his mind. He felt something shift in his psyche and he knew with an instinctive horror, that she had done something to him. His current level of arousal would never wane. And he would never orgasm again in his life. "Take him down to the pleasure pits. He is young and strong, and should fetch a good price."

His eyes opened wider in horror. "No! NOOOO!" His screams fell on deaf ears as she slid her shirt back on and left the room. She cannot help but grin slightly as she leaves. Serving one's country could be gruelling work sometimes, but every once in a while, you got to have a little fun along the way.

The end