Part 1 here: https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMstory/comments/15xgvwp/sophies_interrogation_part_1/
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Sophie gives an anguished nod, trying to suppress her nauseous anxiety, feeling like an animal trapped in a cage or an insect pinned to a board. Miss Jenkins reaches out her hand again, casually stroking the lips of Sophie’s slickened vulva with a finger as she inspects the girls’ hair covered triangle.
Sophie strains in her restraints, grunting, trying not to protest, struggling to maintain a calm demeanor. “I’m glad to see your pubic hair is intact Sophie.” She smiles, letting the girl squirm under her insistent attention, watching Sophie’s humiliation at her inability to control her body’s reaction to the inquisitor’s touch. “Has anybody else seen you naked in your womanhood Sophie?”
“N-no Miss Jenkins - I mean - my-my mother? My sister I think - but no one else Miss Jenkins. Oh - my-my doctor as well.” Sophie squeals impotently as the woman’s touch returns to her tender pussy, naked now, even the gauzy protection of the thin cotton gone. Sobbing, she struggles to avoid the woman’s curious fingers, angry and afraid at the intimate intrusion, ashamed that the promise of pleasure in the inquisitor’s expert touch.
“I see.” She says, a noncommittal tone in her voice. “And - again - this sensation is completely new to you? You have never touched yourself in this way? Never pleasured yourself beyond a brief accidental brushing? No one else has ever used their fingers to pleasure you?”
Miss Jenkins slides her index finger between Sophie’s engorged lips, letting it slip easily inside the girl, cutting off her response by forcing another squeal of shocked protest. Pressing gently, she moves the digit almost imperceptibly, separating Sophie’s labia, exploring the terrified girl, probing insistently with her fingers while the girl whimpers under the attention, unable to stop herself from sobbing at the violation.
“I will only ask one more time Sophie. Has anyone pleasured your pussy Sophie. With their fingers? With their mouth? With any part of their body? With a toy Sophie?” Using both hands now, the inquisitor increases her persuasion, two fingers inside the girl, the others gently teasing and petting her labia, using the girl’s own lubrication as her hands glide in precise, controlled motions.
Sophie bucks in her restraints, grunting as she pants, trying to suppress her arousal as she fights to think. Her body is pinned, her pussy laid bare and helpless under the inquisitors shameful touch. She can feel her excitement, smell the wetness of her body’s receptivity to the irresistible assault. Miss Jenkins moves again, applying a firm pressure to the upper wall of Sophie’s vagina in a way that makes the girl mewl in helpless protest, her body uselessly trying to twist away from the intrusive fingers.
“N-n-no Miss - I - I’m sorry Miss - please please - I - oh no please!” Her mind is racing, desperate to end the unwanted attention, but also trying to suppress her instinct to protest her treatment. “I-I - I’m sorry Miss! I’m sorry! Oh! Oh no! Please!” Sophie blurts out, spasming like a fish out of water under the determined touch, her face flushed red and her breasts shaking back and forth as she fights. “I-I can’t - please Miss please stop please! I - oh!”
“Sophie - if you have something to confess, now is the time.” The inquisitor says, not unkindly, but with a firm tone in her voice.
Sophie struggles to keep her mind focused on the question, her body jerking under the intense stimulation, but her movements subtly different now. Still fighting to retain control, she is aware of a rising impulse to press her pussy against the woman’s devilish touch, to seek an answer her body’s growing craving for the explosive joy of orgasm.
“Oh!” Sophie cries out, unable now to stop her hips from thrusting in their bonds, grunting again in humiliated frustration as the woman’s skillful fingers elude her aching and swollen clitoris. She grunts again, sobbing with disappointment, ashamed as her pelvis bucks eagerly, her body unable to resist her need for stronger touch on her aching pussy. “Yes! - Oh Miss! I’m sorry Miss - I’m sorry! Thomas - I didn’t mean to but I was weak Miss - I let him touch me - I let him finger my pussy Miss I’m so sorry I was weak and I needed to put out my fire it was so much Miss I couldn’t help myself I’m sorry!”
“There we are Sophie.” Miss Jenkins says, shaking her head slightly as she withdraws her hands, watching Sophie spasm in the chair, her pelvis thrusting against the bonds, still seeking the pleasure of the woman’s touch. “Do you know what happens to girls who are convicted of being sluts Sophie?” Miss Jenkins asks.
“No no no - please!” Sophie stammers, her naked sweaty body helpless, no longer concerned at her undignified bucking. "Please please don't stop Miss please I need it please!"
“Calm yourself Sophie - sluts certainly wouldn’t have any prospects for marriage, would they? And since they have already shown themselves to be rebellious slaves to their animal instincts there is no place for them in civilized society. The cooperative ones get sent to the pleasure palace as concubines for the enjoyment of the party faithful. Once they are gifted with child they are sent to the breeding farm.”
“No-no-no please! It was only once I promise! I promise I will be good Miss I will get married I promise please no please!” Wide eyed with terror Sophie stammers her desperate appeal as the inquisitor looks on skeptically. Naked, sweating, her hair fraying from its tight pony tail to hang disheveled on her shoulders, the girl writhes pathetically in her bonds. Her legs are splayed wide, giving an obscene display of her moistened and swollen pussy.
“Sophie that’s not for me to decide.” The inquisitor says with a soft tone of resignation. “Your case will be referred to a prosecutor, and a judge will hear it. I will give you an opportunity to demonstrate your commitment however. I’m going to apply a vibrator to your pussy for thirty minutes. A girl who is able to honor her commitment to chastity and refrain from dishonoring yourself by slaking her need will sometimes be granted mercy. If you cannot it will be seen as further evidence of your unredeemable depravity.”