Battlestar Erotica: Bruised and Battered

“Sometimes, we neglect the old ways,” the Sx’Non interrogator told her prisoner. She held up a vial. “I could use this drug to extract the information I wanted from you, but where would be the fun in that? I could subject you to a mind probe, and in the end, I would break you, but again, what would be the point.

“Sometimes, we neglect the old ways,” the interrogator repeated again. “Modern technology can give us so much but in the end, it’s so … antiseptic. Nothing beats the old ways, where you could beat the truth out of a prisoner, where you could break him down, rob him of his self respect, and then make him want to give you the truth. A broken man will tell you everything and more, and in those scraps of information, he will give you so much more. Don’t you agree?”

The captured and stripped Viper pilot, call sign Avalanche, stared at the woman. “You’ll never get anything out of me,” he told her.

The woman smiled at him sweetly. “I was hoping you’d say that. It’s no fun at all when you humans break at the mere sound of the name Sx’Non. Sure, you can go on with the interrogation, but what’s the point? Don’t you agree?”

“Go to hell,” spat the man.

“That’s the spirit,” said the woman. “Stiff upper lip and all that stuff, right? Now, how about we get you down from there, and we can start to work on you.”

Getting him down was certainly the first order of business as Avalanche’s feet were dangling a full two feet above the floor, but a simple press of a button on a remote that she carried with her lowered the man down at least far enough so that he could stand on the floor but with his arms still held above his head. He was at her mercy and as she had already said, mercy was going to be in very short supply.

The woman opened the interrogations by whipping the man’s back. She didn’t bother asking him any questions. She just flailed away. Finally, when she thought he had had enough, she went to work on his butt.

She didn’t just swat his butt. She didn’t just spank him. She used a big, leather strap on him and she swung it hard. He had taken the whippings in silence, but after just the second strike on his ass, the man let out a low groan. The womangrinned to herself as she continued to punish the man’s bottom.

The man was groaning with almost every strike and the woman loved it. She just continued to swing away at his bottom and he continued to groan.

Like any good interrogator, the woman was not the type who missed any detail, no matter how mind numbingly insignificant it might be, and this detail was far from insignificant. The woman seized the man’s burgeoning cock and gave it a squeeze. “So, you like it when I beat your ass, don’t you?”

“No,” the man groaned, but the swelling of his cock told a different story.

The woman just grinned as she squeezed his cock again. “You lied to me,” she told the man. “It’s not nice to lie to me,” and then she struck his ass with the leather strap again.

“Now, you like this, don’t you?”

“No,” the man groaned.

The woman shook her head. “When will you ever learn that it’s not nice to lie to me.” She gave the man’s cock a few hard pulls and then savaged his ass again with three more hard strokes, eliciting a groan from the man with every stroke.

Again, her hand came back to the man’s cock and she smiled at him. “Now, I say you like it. What do you say?”

“No,” the man groaned. “I say no.”

The woman grinned again as she squeezed his cock and then gave it a few hard pulls. “Are you sure? It sure seems like you like it.”

“No,” the man groaned in a sullen voice. “I … I … I don’t like it.”

“Well then, I’ll bet you don’t like it when I do this,” and she squeezed his cock and jerked it hard. “Huh? Do you like it when I do that?”

The man didn’t even bother answering and the woman didn’t seem to care. She just went to work on his cock, stroking and pulling on it even harder.

There was no pretense any more that the man didn’t enjoy what she was doing to him. In fact, there was little of anything said at all. The woman just pulled on his cock and he just moaned as she got him closer and closer to cumming.

He was very close and they both knew it. The woman led him right up to edge but stopped precious strokes before pushing him over the edge. The man knew and the woman knew it, too.

She didn’t bother to stop and ask him any more questions about whether he liked it or not. Instead, she just picked up the big leather strap and went to work on the man’s ass.

The Viper pilot let out a low yelp and then he moaned again. The woman hit his ass again and again and all the man could do was moan.

She hit him again with her strap and suddenly, he was cumming. She hit him again and even more cum shot from his cock. “Look at that,” the woman said as she hit him again, eliciting even more cum from the man’s cock. “I’m beating the cum out of you.” She hit him again even as the man’s cock spurted again.

“I’m beating the cum out of you,” the woman said almost gleefully as she hit him again and again and again. “Now, you can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that.”

“No,” the man groaned.

“No what? No, you didn’t enjoy it or no, you can’t tell me that?”

The man just moaned. “No, I didn’t enjoy it.”

“You liar,” the woman sneered. “You rotten, dirty liar. But I don’t mind. We’ve got lots more time for us to spend together.

“But, we have something more pressing for you to do. Look at my office. You’ve got your cum all over the place. Now, we can’t have that, can we?”

The man didn’t say anything.

“No, we can’t,” the woman went on as if he had just agreed with her, so here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to get down there and clean up every last bit of your cum with your tongue. You got that?”

The man just stared at the woman but if she seemed nonplussed by his reaction, she didn’t show it.

“I’m going to let you down now,” she told him and with a press of a button on the remote, there was suddenly slack in the line that held him.

The man snarled but he had barely moved in the woman’s direction when with the press of another button, electric current coursed through his body.

The woman came and stood over him. “Now, that wasn’t nice,” she told him. “Now, are you going to do what I say, or do I turn the voltage up.”

The man huddled in a fetal position as the voltage wracked his body. He looked up at the woman with malevolent eyes and then finally, he nodded.

But the woman seemed to be in no hurry to turn the current off. “So what we’ve agreed to,” she said, “is I’ll turn the current off and you’ll be nice and obedient and you’ll lick up your cum. Isn’t that right?”

The man nodded again.

With another press of the button on the remote, the current was gone. The man looked up at the woman, but he could tell her finger was poised, ready to shock him again if he didn’t do exactly as she said, and he knew the voltage would be higher the next time around, so instead of resisting, the man simply crawled over to the closest splotch of cum on the floor and started licking.

The interrogator followed him around and if he missed a spot of if he hadn’t done a good enough job of cleaning it up, she would kick him and tell him to do it right, and then he would.

The interrogator grinned to herself. She’d even made him clean up a few places where there hadn’t been any cum and he hadn’t resisted. It had taken some time but she was close to breaking this one down.

She made the man stand and with another press of the button, the slack was taken out of the line, and again, the Viper pilot was held there immobile in front of her.

She picked up her leather strap and went to work on the man’s bottom. She was determined to get him hard again
.

The man yelped and moaned and groaned, but in spite of himself, the interrogator was getting him hard again.

The spankings ceased as the interrogator grabbed a hold of th
e man’s cock. “I think you like it when I beat your ass. What do you say?”

The man looked at her. “Yes, you’re right,” he replied sullenly.

“And you lied to me before when I asked you about it, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I lied.”

“And you shouldn’t lie to me, should you? You should always tell the truth, right?”

The man bit his lip and the interrogator knew this was the telling point. “Yes,” he said, “I should tell the truth.”

The interrogator knew that she had one. Now, one last thing remained to be done. “You lied to me before and that wasn’t nice. Now, you must be punished for your insolence.”

The man didn’t say anything. He just nodded glumly. He would accept what ever punishment she chose to give.

The interrogator grinned. She didn’t like being mean, but it was part of her job, and then again, she did like her job.

She taped the man’s erect organ up against his body and then she produced a tiny leather lash. She smiled at the man as she swung it against his exposed organ.

The man howled even louder than he had before and then he howled again and again and again as the woman used that lash on his cock. It hurt. It really hurt, and yet there was no stopping her.

The interrogator wanted to make the man cum and that was exactly what she did. She loved seeing the white goo ooze from his battered cock and she was going to love seeing him lick that up again.

Suddenly, the man reacted. A hard kick winded the interrogator and a second one kicked her aside. The man’s foot came down on the remote which the interrogator had left on the desk and suddenly, he had slack in the line.

The interrogator came at the man but another kick sent her to her knees and then the man was freeing himself from the restraints that had held him for all so long.

The interrogator was up again and trying to get at the man but he hit her as hard as he could, sending her sprawling backwards. Days and weeks of abuse at the hands of this woman had given him superhuman power.

He dragged the woman over to the chair behind her desk and then he grabbed a couple of the leather thongs that she had used to bind him from time to time. Her wrists were quickly pinned and she was powerless to move.

She tried to call for help, but a quick crack across her face silenced her momentarily, and then a gag that she had used on him sufficed to make the situation more permanent.

Now, to give back just a little of what he had been taking. He grabbed a pair of scissors and slit his way down the front of the woman’s dress. Moments later, those same scissors were slicing their way through her bra.

The man looked at the woman’s tits. Nice, he thought. Too bad there wasn’t time to enjoy those now, but that’s just the way it was.

The woman stared at him with open-eyed terror as he picked up the same nipple clamps that she had used on him. She struggled in vain to free herself from her restraints but then those clamps were attached to her nipples and the woman seemed to sag in defeat. Man, thought the Viper pilot, she must have had some supersensitive nippies for her to act like that.

The man went to work with the scissors again, this time cutting his way through her panties. He pulled the remnants of her panties away and then went back to her little toy chest. Aw yes, there it was, the dildo she had so often stuck up his ass. Well, now it was her turn to take it in the ass.

The pilot couldn’t help noticing the various other dildos that the woman kept around. Probably for use on women prisoners, the man thought. Well, she might as well have one of those, too, so he picked out the biggest and harshest looking of those and rammed it in the woman’s pussy.

All the fight seemed to have gone out of the woman as she submitted to everything he did to her. She almost seemed to be enjoying it.

Now, thought the fighter pilot, one last addition. He extracted the wire from the bonds that had held him, the same wire that his interrogator had used so many times to run electric current through his body.

His interrogator was watching him open-eyed as he attached one lead to one of the nipple clamps and the other lead to the other. She tried to struggle to get free but every time she did, she seemed to drive the dildos even deeper into her pussy and ass, and every time she did that the fight would just seem to go out of her. This created an almost comical act on her part. Struggle and submit. Struggle and submit.

The Viper pilot picked up the remote that she had used on him. “Let’s see, now, what setting should we use on you. How about max power? What do you think? Would that be a good setting?

The interrogator just shook her head as the man slid the power slide to max.

The Viper pilot wanted to see it when he did it so he looked his former interrogator right in the eye even as he pressed the power button.

The woman’s eyes flew open as the current flowed and then she just seemed to crumple in front of his eyes.

The man just smiled as he put the remote right there in front of her on her desk, right there where she could see it, right there where it was so close and yet so far. He watched the woman’s eyes look at the remote and then look at him, pleadingly.

The man turned and left. That was the image he wanted to take with him as he left that office, the image of that woman pleading with him as he left.

Technicians in the Battlestar Erotica’s control center picked up the incoming ship. “We have an inbound,” said one of the techs.

“How many?” asked the officer on duty.

“Checking. Just the one sir.”

“Identification?”

“It looks like Sx’Non, sir.”

“Alert the Vipers. Intercept that ship.”

“Radio traffic,” said another tech, “coming from the inbound.”

“On speaker.”

“Erotica, this is Avalanche, escaped from Sx’Non base. Interrogated but did not tell them anything. Am bringing you Sx’Non shuttle pod. Over.”

“That’s good news,” the Officer of the Day said. “We’re sending a Viper escort.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“How are you doing, son?”

“Just a little bruised and battered,” the pilot replied. “Just a little bruised and battered. Out.”

to be continued …