Secret Lies
By
Master Coe
Copyright © 2008 - 2009 by MC Publications
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Chapter One
Sarah Walker laid helpless in her dark, three by four, cell drifting in and out on consciousness. There is only a stainless steel toilet in the corner. Someone removed her bed during one of her pervious interrogations. The constant dripping of the water from the leaky pipes over her head echoes through the still silence of the night, or is it day. She has lost all track of time.
She curls herself up in a corner trying to find a dry spot on the cold floor. She can hear foot steps in the distance coming towards her cell. A small slot at the bottom of steel door to her concrete cell opens. The small amount of light that spills in is as blinding to her as if she was staring into the sun itself. A hand tosses in a small tin dish filled with what loosely passes a food. The slot slams shut as fast as it had opened.
As her eyes readjusted to the darkness that enveloped her, her mind drifted back to the day she first met her recruiter. It was her first week at work for one of the leading think tanks in the country. Her head was still filled with the ideologies of any grad student. She was going to change the world. He was going to give her the perfect opportunity to fulfill her delusions. Only now does she realize that her dreams really were delusions. But back then they were so much more.
He was very nondescript. She could barely remember what he looked like, or what he was wearing. She was sitting alone in the crowded café in the building she worked in. He appeared out of no where.
“Do you mind?” The sound of his voice startled her.
“Excuse me.” She covered her mouth which was filled with the last bit of her spinach salad. She had felt it odd that she could remember that day so clearly and everyday after that with such clarity, but remember very little about him. Even his name escapes her. But maybe that is for the best, considering her current situation.
“You seem to have the only available seat in the place.” He was holding his tray with both hands. She remembered that he had a tuna salad with a side of Dijon mustard. He motioned to the empty seat at her table with his head. “May I share your table with you?”
“Sure, I was just leaving.”
“I hope you aren’t leaving on my part.”
“Oh no,” she found herself apologizing to this stranger. “I just started at the Verne Group. I’m taking a short lunch so I can get a head start on my research.”
“Impressive.” He set his tray on her table and sat in the chair, pulling it across from her. “It’s not everyday I get to eat with a certified genius.”
His words made her blush. “I’m no genius.” Her words lacked conviction. She had thought of herself as nothing less then a genius. Her position at the Verne Group certified it. It had been ten years since the Verne Group hired a researcher straight out of grad school. No one applies to work for the Verne Group; if they are interested in you then they will contact you.
“Modesty doesn’t suit you.”
She was suddenly pulled out of her dream state, by a sound of a set of keys turning the heavy mechanisms from the lock in the door that secured her in her cell. The light rushing into her cell as the door swung opened sent her scampering to the corner. She hid her eyes with her hand as she struggled to make out the figure that emerged through the doorway into her personal hell.
Without saying a word the figure grabbed her by her hair and dragged her out of her cell and down the very well lit hallway. The artificial light hurt her eye. She was only able to make out blurred images. If this was Hell, then she was surely going to meet Satan.
The door to the all too familiar interrogation room was pushed opened and she was thrown in the room and onto the floor. He closed the door as he left her alone in the room.
The room was cold and sterilized. The room was completely white, with the obvious two way mirror. There was a single rectangle table in the center of the room. Only today there was only one chair at the table. It was the chair reserved for her interrogator, her chair was missing.
She wondered how long they would keep her this time, with their endless questions. She wasn’t sure but she believes that the last time she was kept here for several days. It was hard for her to really know. She was given very little sleep and she hasn’t seen the outside in such a long time.
Soon the door opened and two men entered carrying a steal chair. Sarah had never seen a chair quite like this one before. It had leather straps to hold her arms and legs in place. There was also a thick leather strap on the head rest to hold her head securely in place.
The seat is what worried her the most. The thing is there was no seat. Her entire weight would be resting on her legs. The very sight of this contraption sent a shock wave of fear through every inch of her body.
They set the chair at the table directly across from the other chair. They quickly started to bolt the chair to the floor. As they were working, two additional men entered the room. They tore the grey rags which passed sadly for a dress from her body. She was completely nude. She had only been allowed to wear the rags for sometime now.
Despite her ordeal Sarah was still a very attractive young lady. Her body was firm and tight. Her firm breast had no need of a bra. Her pubic hair attested to the fact that she was a true blonde.
They yanked her to her feet and bent her over the desk. One of the men whom had undressed her held her firmly in place as the other one put on a pair of latex gloves.
The two workers got an eye full as her tight ass which was exposed almost directly in their faces. They had just completed bolting down the chair and were reluctantly about to leave.
“Where are you going?” The man wearing the latex gloves asked. “We need you to hold her legs apart.”
The two wasted no time in complying. Each of them knelt behind her and took one of her legs and spread them as far apart as they could go. Sarah cried out in pain as they held her tightly in position.
The man wearing the gloves wasted no time in starting his examination. He started by spreading Sarah’s pussy apart. She never saw him lubricate his gloves, but she was thankful that he had, when his large fingers started to probe her most secret places. He spread the inner walls of her pussy so wide apart; she swore she was going to split.
He wasted no time in forcing back her hood and exposing her citreous. This was the first time in her captivity that she had been subjected to this form of humiliation. The worse was yet to come. His huge fingers soon found their way into her ass hole. Sarah cried in protest as he probed and stretched her ass hole.
When he finally removed his fingers from her ass she thought her ordeal was over. She expected the men to release their grips of her, but they didn’t. They held her securely in place as the man in the gloves left the room.
He returned a few minutes later pushing a cart into the room. He pushed the cart so Sarah would have a clear view of its content. She saw two full enema bags with long stainless steal nozzles attached to them. Under the cart she saw a large metal bucket with several towels in it. There was also a butt plug and a tube of lubrication on the cart. Tears streamed from her eyes. She didn’t even want to imagine what would happen next.