Michelle felt the all too familiar feeling of being manhandled by a bunch of goons. To Michelle, it was just another Tuesday. Being a spy meant spending a surprising amount of time being captured and tortured in bondage. No doubt this would one such time. Michelle had only just woken up and left her home when she was grabbed from behind and quickly injected with a knockout serum. She had only just now awoken to the familiar sensation of being moved in darkness. As she came to her senses, she felt the blindfold that was covering her eyes and blocking her vision, the long dildo gag forced down her throat keeping her from screaming, and the biting firmness of the leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles keeping her still, not that she struggled at all.

She had been through this all before. There was no sense struggling. She wouldn’t escape and she knew that. She would have to wait for rescue from her agency, and, in the meantime, put up with another torture session. No doubt dildos would be shoved up her pussy, paddles would be brought against her bare bottom, and shocks from a cattle prod would cause her to convulse with pain. She would have to put up with the torture for only a little while. If she spilled her secrets right away, her captors wouldn't believe her. She knew from experience that the optimal strategy was to wait until she got a taste of all the toys before telling them everything. Then they would actually believe her, and she could be left alone until her rescue. Another secret revealed, but she would be back out in the field to be captured again without a second thought.

Michelle felt a sudden thud as she was dropped to the ground. She muffled a complaint through her dildo gag and proceeded to mouth off to the goons in a language only she could understand as she felt herself being manhandled. Her wrists and ankles went from being bound together to being attached to a metal frame, making her body spread out in a loose x shape. Additionally, she felt a slight breeze meaning all her clothes were gone. Her holes left totally vulnerable. It was just another day.

It was a few moments, likely enough time for the goons to all leave the room, before Michelle’s captor was revealed. She almost sighed at the predictable dramatic reveal as her blindfold was unceremoniously removed from her eyes, finally allowing her to see, and what she saw surprised her.

“Sergeant Clara?” Michelle asked, though it came out as gagged muffles.

“Surprised Agent M?” the sergeant said through gritted teeth. “You’re definitely not surprised to be captured that’s for sure.” Michelle muffled a response, but she could not be understood. “Here’s some fun statistics for you Agent M: out of all our field agents, you are the one that has been captured by the enemy the most. Consequently, you have also been the largest source of confidential data leaks as well. So, I’ve decided you need some special remedial training. Hope you’re comfy, you’re gonna be there a while.” Michelle wiggled in her restraints and grunted.

“So, here’s how this is going to work,” Sergeant Clara backed away and turned her back to Michelle. “I’m going to give you a secret code word. You are going to be tortured for three days in an attempt to get you to say that word. If you ever say this word, the consequences will be dire. Probably the most dire you’ve ever faced. There is no rescue coming for you, and there will be no slap on the wrist if you fail and reveal the information. Am I making myself clear?” Michelle looked at Clara and wiggled her head in an attempt to gesture to the gag. “Talk over the gag slut!”

“Mmmf mmf!” Michell did her best “Yes Sir!”

“Good girl,” Clara said seductively as she cupped Michelle’s hand in her chin. Michelle blushed slightly. “Thankfully for you, I am an expert in advanced interrogation. Both giving and receiving,” Clara stepped away and began to slowly slip out of her formal military uniform revealing that underneath she was wearing a very revealing skintight outfit. The only thing covering her privates were thin strips of black leather, or it would be if she weren’t also wearing chastity gear. A shiny metal chastity belt and chastity bra were locked onto her, and she even had a matching collar on as well.

“Surprised?” Clara said seductively. “Your commander has a freaky side, and you’re soon going to understand why.” Clara spoke non chilantly as she kneeled down with her face in Michelle’s exposed pussy. “You see the secret to interrogation, both giving and receiving, is to lose yourself.” Clara took a shaky breath as she licked Michelle’s pussy. Michelle gave muffled moans behind her dildo gag as Clara ran her tongue up the length of Michelle’s lips. “That’s why I gotta wear these,” Clara playfully tapped on her chastity belt. Michelle felt like Clara’s pussy was just eager to burst out from its prison and that Clara was loving every second of it. “If I didn’t wear all this chastity I’d be cumming every five minutes, and that’s just not professional. With it on though, I can cut it down to once an hour.” Clara smirked.

Even with her mouth covered by the dildo gag Michelle couldn’t hide her expression. Seeing her commanding officer be so lewd was shocking. She couldn’t believe the situation she found herself in. Clara lovingly removed the gag from Michelle’s mouth. Michelle wiggled uncomfortably.

“Your word, by the way, is grapefruit,” Clara smiled. “You understand the rules, Dumb Bitch?”

“I uhh,” Michelle stammered. “Sergeant I … ahhhhh,” Michelle was cut off as Clara delivered a loud smack to her bottom with a paddle.

“I don’t wanna hear hesitation, Dumb Bitch,” Clara smacked Michelle again and Michelle screamed from the pain. Clara was already three times the threat of her usual interrogators at least, and Michelle was concerned what the consequences would be if she ever said grapefruit. “Do! You! Under! Stand!?” Clara smacked Michelle’s bottom punctuation each syllable.

“Yes Sergeant!” Michelle was surprisingly smacked again.

“I’m not your sergeant now Dumb Bitch. I’m your Mommy. So, try again.”

“Sergeant why are you ahhhh!” This time Clara slapped Michelle hard across the face. Clara’s face contorted suddenly and then, with a smile she rubbed her hand over her chastity belt. She forced the resultant cum covered fingers into Michelle’s mouth. Clara wasn't lying. Even while wearing a chastity belt and even with not direct stimulation at all, she came. She had cum a lot too. Michelle coughed at the salty taste of the cum in her mouth.

“The first lesson in surviving interrogation is to listen to your captors in every way except the way that's important. Never divulge sensitive information. Aside from that, if they call you a bitch you are their bitch, if they say suck dick you suck dick, and if they smack your ass you say, ‘yes Mommy may I have another!’” Clara punctuated her speech with another paddle swat to Michelle’s bottom.

“Fuck!” Michelle screamed out.

“That’s not what I said,” Clara smacked Michelle three more times.

“Yes, mommy may I have another!” Clara screamed.

“Well, if you insist,” Clara delivered another smack and started to circle Michelle. “From now on I’m Mommy, and from now on you are Dumb Bitch and you will speak in third person. Do you understand?”

“Dumb Bitch understands Mommy!” Michelle was very eager not to get smacked again so she picked up on the new rule quickly.

“There we go,” Clara said suddenly sweetly. “Good girl. You’ve got to lean into your role. Loose yourself in the degradation. You’ve got to learn to love it. Be an even bigger slut than they think you are because that leads to the second tip.” Clara abruptly inserted a large dildo into Michelle’s pussy and started inserting it in and out. “Cum and cum often. You need to be into it; you need to enjoy it. Learn to love being a slut, because when you love it, it stops being torture and then they’ll never get anything out of you.” Clara stopped working with the dildo right when Michelle was about to cum, leaving her whining with a whimper. “And that’s the other reason you want to cum and cum often. Never be left begging for an orgasm because you’ll do almost anything to get off.” Michelle looked at Clara. “This is where you debase yourself. Scream to your captor. ‘Dumb Bitch wants to cum. Please Mommy please let Dumb Bitch cum’ ahhh!” Clara once again came herself and Michelle could see her chastity belt glisten with the fresh cum.

“Dumb bitch,” Michelle had to swallow her pride. “Dumb Bitch wants to taste Mommy’s cum.”

“There ya go, that’s what I’m talking about!” Clara said proudly as she once again got a glob of cum on her fingers and thrust them into Clara’s mouth. This time when she removed her fingers, she quickly replaced them with the dildo gag. “There’s a good girl. You’re gonna learn. By the end of this little remedial class, you’re going to be just like me. Wearing chastity just so you aren’t getting off all the time and even then,” Clara rubbed her glistening chastity belt for emphasis. “It won’t help that much.”

“Now unfortunately I am very busy so I can't stay to play with you the whole time,” Clara said with a sigh as she started wiping off her cum covered chastity belt. “But it does give you the chance to learn another lesson. Endurance.” Clara went to her bag nearby and casually removed a large diaper from it and started fluffing it up. “You may be captured for weeks, or even months,” As Clara talked, she sat down in the diaper and started taping it shut around her chastity belt. “You’re gonna have to pee and you’re gonna have to shit.” Once Clara taped the diaper on herself, she got another out of the bag. “Don’t hesitate to. When you have to go, go. Having to clean up after you can make your captors frustrated and ruin their morale, not to mention it helps with your degradation.”

“What is Mommy doing?” Michelle stammered as Clara started to fasten the diaper around Michelle. Of course, Michelle was still strapped to the rack and could nothing to stop it.

“Well, I expect you to go to the bathroom, but we can’t have you making puddles in our training room,” Clara said with a smirk. “Not to mention I think diapers suit a Dumb Bitch. You should think of it as another way to prove how much of a slut you are. Fill this diaper up like a good girl and I might give you bonus points.”

“Why is mommy wearing one?”

“Gotta contain all the cum somehow,” Clara shrugged. “Plus, I don’t know if you can tell, but I enjoy me some degradation as well.” Clara’s wry smile was the last thing Michelle saw as the blindfold was put back over her eyes. “Now, you are in the public training room of my elite officers, and they need their own practice in enchaned interrogation.” Michelle felt her mouth forced open as a large ring gag was fastened around her head that forced her mouth in a very vulnerable open position. “Not that you have a choice, but I expect you to meet all their needs." Clara playfully patted Michelle on the head. “Be a good dumb bitch while Mommy is gone, ok.”

Michelle spent the next three days being the best Dumb Bitch she could be. She took all manner of things in her mouth and had all manner of things shoved down her diaper in addition to her own piss and shit. She never even had the opportunity to say her word since her mouth was either gagged or stuffed full of body parts the whole time. At some point a shock collar was placed around her neck, and it continually shocked her every hour, or whenever her tormentors thought it would be funny, keeping her from getting any memorable sleep. She had honestly lost track of time by the third day and had just resigned herself to this miserable form of existence. She was shocked when she found her ring gag removed.

“Dumb Bitch is ready for more cock,” she said immediately. Opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out, an invitation to whatever patron she couldn’t see. She jerked from the hourly jolt of her shock collar but quickly got back into position.

“Such a good girl. I’m impressed,” Clara’s voice rang through.

“Dumb Bitch thanks Mommy!” Clara responded quickly.

“You might be happy to know that this is day three. You’re almost done, almost free. Then again you might be disappointed. I know I would be after only three days of torture. There’s just one final test. A test to see how much you’ve learned.” Michelle couldn’t see Clara work, but she could feel the full diaper around her be untaped and fall to the floor, only to be replaced by something else. The first feeling Michelle noticed was one of a phallus being shoved up her pussy. A feeling she almost forgot as she had spent the last three days in a diaper that kept anything from entering her. After that feeling though, was the feeling of tight, cold, metal around her privates, and the sound of intricate locking.

“I know you can’t tell right now, but you’re in a chastity belt just like me. It’s time for your final lesson. I hope you’ve really learned to love torture and degradation, because if you don’t cum in that chastity belt fast and often, this is gonna be tough for you.” As Clara finished talking Michelle felt a vibration coming from the object inserted inside of her. Her touch starved pussy reacted immediately and she moaned loudly. Just as she was about to climax though, the vibrating stopped and she was met with a violent shock from her shock collar. She could hear Clara nearby moan distinctly.

“Mommy?” Michell asked confused.

“I’m living in solidarity with you Dumb Bitch,” Clara explained. “Our vibrators and our shock collars are linked. Every vibration and shock you feel I feel too. It’s just to let you know.” Michelle felt fingers enter her mouth and tasted Clara’s cum once again. “That you can cum, even in that chastity belt, and even with that pesky shock collar. That relief is there if you just try hard enough.”

Michelle did try hard. She moaned a loud and frustrated moan as she gyrated trying to get the final stimulation she needed from the phallus inserted into her. Just as she got into a groove, she felt a shock ring out from her collar that stopped her in her tracks.

“Mommy pleeeeease!” Michell begged, the shock having taken off some of her libido.

“Learn to love the pain,” was the only advice Clara offered as she shocked Michelle again. Just as the shock ended the vibration started, once again going to just the point where Michelle was going to stop before being replaced with another shock.

“Dumb Bitch just wants to cum!” Michelle begged.

“Well, you’re going to have to figure that out Dumb Bitch.” Michelle was shocked again and cried in agony, but she heard Clara cry out in ecstasy at the same pain. Michelle struggled to think how she could enjoy this, much less get off to it like Clara had.

The torture with the vibrator and shock collar went on for hours, with Michelle never being able to reach the climax she ever more desperately craved. The chastity belt was too much for her.

“I don’t think you have it in you Dumb Bitch,” Clara said with disappointment.

“Please Mommy, Dumb Bitch just needs to cum,” Michelle begged again.

“There’s only one way I’m going to let you cum, and that’s if you say your word, but you’re going to have to live with the consequences.”

“Fuck!” Michelle shouted out in frustration, still griding in vain to get final release. She was stopped with another shock.

“Come on. We both know you can’t do it. You don’t have it in you, that’s why you always cave, why you always leak information. You’re doomed. Save us both the time Agent M.”

Michelle screamed in agony, driven mad by a desire that she couldn’t fulfill. She screamed more and more and moved as much as could in the rack she was tied to. She tried to lose herself in her circumstance. Focusing on her chafed wrists and ankles, her sore joints, the disgusting curst of cum and excrement that clung to her. She tried to find the delectable joy of truly being an object, the joy the let Clara get her release. She tried, but she couldn’t. Screams turned to sobs as Michelle gave up.

“Grapefruit,” Michelle said sadly, and immediately the vibrator sprung to life. Michelle came, and the vibrator didn’t stop. She came again and again and again, and the vibrator kept going.

“I’m disappointed, but not surprised,” Clara said calmly despite her feeling the same vibrations that were wracking Michelle to her core and caused her to cum several times. “To have failed so close the end.” The vibration stopped and Michelle fell to the ground suddenly as she was released from the rack that had been her home for three days. Michelle took her blindfold off, and her eyes adjusted to light after being blinded for so long.

“I’m sorry sergeant,” Michelle said sadly.

“Oh no, you’re not sorry yet,” Clara calmly walked off. “You clearly need more training, and you will get plenty of it. I think spending a month as my interrogation classes’ test dummy will help, and you’ll be ready to pass the same test next year.”

“Ma’am?” Michelle questioned, but Clara seemingly ignored her.

“Report tomorrow at 0700. Keep that chastity belt on too.” Clara said gruffly. "You'll want to borrow some of my diapers too."

“I …”

“You’re dismissed Agent M.” With tears in her eyes and confusion in her brain Michelle struggled to her feet and walked out of the room, not even bothering to put on or ask for clothes.

AUTHORS NOTE: Here's the next one off. This one was inspired by a hentai game I downloaded that actually wasn't a computer virus if you can believe that. In the game you basically tortured a bunch of generic space ranger types but there was a noticeable lack of diapers in it. Glad I'm here to rectify that. If you want to read these one offs as they are released check me out on ream https://reamstories.com/bigred0603 or subscribe star https://subscribestar.adult/bigred0603 Hope you all like it.