1 - Operation

All of her best friends had joined her for her latest assignment; the dark of night, the overcast sky, and the black-within-black shadows, all of which assisted her as she walked on soundless feet across the compound.

Hugging the walls of what her pre-mission briefing had labelled some sort of administrative structure, the deadly end of her handgun with a built-in suppressor leading the way, the black clad operative stalked towards her target, her controlled, practised breathing mitigating the frequency and size of vapour trailing her exhalations.

It was funny to her why she was even here. An agent of her talents infiltrating such a poorly guarded installation seemed nearly beneath her, but whether or not she herself doubted the strategic value of whatever Intel she had been dispatched to acquire mattered little: she would never pass up any opportunity to practice her arts on an unwilling mark.

Not that it was her place to question orders anyway. Her organization only deployed “Eagles” to the field when absolutely necessary. This sorority of highly-trained special operators were specially selected internationally, but what they could perform physically – the expectations of which were well above what was expected from Olympic athletes with a shot at the gold – was only half of the requirements on the long road to earning their code-name. The latter half comprised of, according to the founders of the organization, skills that were not acquired, but something a woman was born with.

This latter half was something Eagle One excelled in, far above most any other woman who had ever achieved the Eagle-name, and only professionalism kept her from smirking with a swollen ego as she rounded a corner, eyeing a pair of soldiers walking away from her across the parking lot, their rifles slung across their backs.

Eagle One watched them move away from the area of the parking lot covered by the bright light of a lamppost between the lot and the administrative building. Keeping her pistol level at the soldiers, their shapes soon disappearing in the darkness on the opposite side of the lot, One rushed across the pavement illuminated by the lamp only after ensuring nobody was around to witness her passing. There were no other ways into the admin-building, and that meant she was forced to expose herself to the bright glare of the lamppost. Her black, skin-tight suit was only bathed in illumination for three seconds before she vanished inside the building, her special boots muffling her steps nearly to complete silence.

Inside the structure Eagle One allowed her shoulders to drop a bit; she had successfully made it inside where odds of exposure were greater, but the risks of base-wide alarm was close to nullified. Within these confined spaces she was in control, her reflexes and marksmanship up to the task of eliminating any threat before they could call out for help, assuming they notice her passage at all.

Naturally it was best to leave everything and everyone alone. If there were no dead or unconscious bodies to discover or shot-out lights to notice, there was nothing out of the ordinary to notice.

Eagle One was immersed in her element, thrilled by her mastery of the stealthy arts and feeling her prey being close by. She often marvelled, such as now, what a terrific profession she had. She had come a long way from being plain Lucilla, noticed by the organization’s scouts, recruited and passed the rigorous regimen every candidate to the Eagle Flock were subjected to, where the only alternative to success was death.

Wearing these clothes, holding this gun, mentally reviewing the questions she was here to find answers to, it seemed comical to One how different she was now to what she had been back then. Back then, before the Flock, she was only Lucilla – Luci to those closest to her – but when on a job she was only ever Eagle One.

She opened the door to the security office, found her mark napping, and closed the door behind her, turning the lock with a wicked grin spreading on her young face.

***

It really was too bad for her mark that, for security reasons, the security office was soundproofed, and that the door through which she had entered had been unlocked, easing her passage. It wouldn’t have mattered if it was, as Eagle One possessed the necessary electronic device required to break through such a standard security encryption on the door. The door was locked now, however, and seeing as this room was what it was, nobody on the outside who might think to come in would bat an eye if they found themselves locked out.

Having studied the routines of the garrison for a week as well, using everything from infrared sensors to plain eyesight, One was not worried that anybody would be along anyway. The security office was manned only by a single officer from ten o’clock at night until six in the morning – manning the security cameras for the most part – and at night activity in the admin building was close to naught. The biggest challenge for the operator had been making it past the chain-link fences enclosing the compound, but having found that vital hole in the irregular patrols following it, Eagle One had little trouble making it from her staging area to her objective without being discovered.

Her mark was sweating and panting, and it made Eagle One – real name Lucille – hot to her core to watch the helpless young officer’s pleading expression.

It was a little past midnight. Any aid that might come for the recently graduated officer in his mid-twenties was just under six hours away, when the changing of the guard occurred. One licked her lips. The boy had already learned that a mere half hour could be a very, very long time.

That was the biggest advantage of targeting night shift workers: less chance of them being missed or being late for something.

This was without question the best part of her job. Studying locations, security routines, finding the best route, getting from point Alpha to point Bravo without being seen, all of that was interesting and exciting in their own way, but nothing could beat the exhilaration she felt when she had subdued her target and was employing her martial skills to coerce information from him.

The first requirement of becoming an Eagle was being able to marry the shadows and slip unseen from anywhere to any place. The second was what the minds behind the Flock considered not to be an acquired skill but rather something the Eagle had to have been born with; a naturally dominant nature and the sexual interests and techniques that followed.

Some agencies and instances might scoff at the idea of using sexual techniques as interrogation as a pointless endeavor, favoring the more traditional tortures as a means of coercion, but these individuals failed to appreciate the effectiveness inherent in the Flock’s methods simply because they failed to comprehend just how perfect the Eagles’ skills were.

The Flock’s clients understood this well. If one required information for somebody without creating any mess and without questions being raised, you hired an Eagle. And preferably, you hired Eagle One.

Nights like this were what made life worth living, One sighed contently as her lubed up, fingerless gloves caressed the officer’s straining cock, barely touching it, the brief contact more than enough to make him shudder.

She had him zip-tied to his officer chair, the hands behind the back and the legs slug over the armrests and then zip-tied to said armrests, his butt sitting so far forward on the seat so that he was nice and exposed before his captor.

She had forced him to strip at gunpoint, enjoying his timid hands removing the clothes on his fit body, then commanded him into his chair, and proceeded to restrain him to it before she got to work.

Despite feeling vulnerable – not only was he naked but he was helpless and exposed with his legs spread wide – he was not giving the answers she required, as Eagle One knew. Nobody talked at first. How long it took someone to start feeling chatty varied from person to person, but One always hoped they’d hold out for as long as possible, so that she could play for as long as possible.

She had just smiled when he refused to talk, then shoved a gag in his mouth.

“If you don’t feel inclined to talk to me, you won’t get the chance for another hour,” she said, inwardly burning with desire.

Half an hour later the mark seemed very willing to speak, but One wasn’t interested in listening. Yet. She knew he was just aching for that orgasm she denied him, his lust, not his reasoning, dictating the language of his body.

Being edged, kept on the brink of orgasm but never allowed to erupt, was an intense and all-encompassing experience. Before long, cumming was all you could think about. It was all you wanted. At some point, at the hands of someone as cunningly wicked as an Eagle, you would literally do anything if only that Eagle would grant you release.

Eagle One straightened, took her hands away from his cock and balls, leaving it throbbing and him groaning. With an evil smile, she produced another, slim zip-tie and tightened it around his meat and testicles, making him a little harder, making it a little more difficult to orgasm.

“My it is warm in this office,” she stated dramatically. It actually was; all the computers and monitors did their part in heating the air, and to aid in her efforts, Eagle One had turned off the air-conditioning.

Giving the boy a show, unbuckling the strap across her upper abdomen that helped keep her tight outfit even tighter, One slowly, seductively, unzipped her suit, letting her significantly huge breasts breathe a little, making sure to stop the zipper just beneath the mounds, giving him a prime view of her cleavage – the tight suit doing its best to squeeze her massive mounds together – without letting him see too much. This, too, was part of the tease, designed to make him more and more desperate.

She had all the time in the world, despite being on the clock. Taking her time was essential to the job. There was enough time to make him talk by far. Judging his reactions so far, she estimated he’d last around two hours. This was part disappointing because she simply loved teasing cocks above all else, but on the other hand it meant she’d have more than enough time to slip unseen out from the base.

She kneeled before him, placing her hands on his naked thighs, sliding them slowly towards his crotch, making him whimper. Barely pressing her warm breasts against his straining cock made him groan a little louder, but the fat gag in his mouth muffled his frustration.

The gag wasn’t there to keep him from alerting anybody. It was there to enforce his helplessness.

She grabbed the bottle of lube and poured a generous amount on her cleavage, oh so slowly, then proceeded to rub the viscous liquid into it and over her mounds. Slowly, slowly, relishing the entreating looks he gave her.

After ten minutes of just barely touching the outer curves of her breasts to his aching, throbbing manhood, she let him slip inside her cleavage, squeezing her breasts together with her upper arms, her hands caressing his stomach.

“Oooh that feels good,” she cooed, narrowing her eyes sultrily at him. His moans confirmed her statement.

Moving her breasts up and down a few times, excruciatingly slow was nearly enough to make him explode between them, so she stopped, giggling at the way his body tried to thrash and the way his begging screams filled the room.

After twenty minutes of this, licking her lips at how his body trembled more and more as tears of frustration streamed from his eyes, drool escaped his gagged mouth, and pre-cum leaked from his red tip, Eagle One stood, then undid the gag.

“Please,” he wheezed. “Please let me cum.”

It was so very satisfying to her to see men reduced to such pity slaves to their cocks when they were denied orgasm. “Are you ready to tell me what I want to know?”

The question rocked the poor captive, and One could not suppress a smile from seeing the conflicting emotions play over his face.

“If you don’t tell me now,” she held up the gag demonstratively, “this goes back in, and it won’t come out for another hour.”

“No, please. Please! I can’t tell you! Please!”

Licking the gag, she easily secured it into his mouth despite his best efforts to hinder her, taking extreme pleasure in his sobs and moans.

“Now then,” she sank to her knees, bringing her bosom perilously close to him, again. “Where were we?”

The next time the gag came out, the boy was only all too willing to talk. One always felt a little pang of disappointment whenever she achieved her objective, but on the other hand, her talents had seen another job through. His answers were recorded, and a picture taken of the victim in his current position for good measure, all five of his limbs zip-tied.

She zipped up her suit, then walked behind him as she drew her gun, making sure he saw that she did. She leaned over close to his ear and whispered “No orgasms for bad boys,” referencing the fact that he’d given up all his secrets to her.

Smiling, Eagle One cut the zip-ties restraining him to the chair as he wheezed and groaned, gathering the cut ties up and putting them into her satchel, which she secured in its place at the small of her back. Walking over to stand in front of him, her gun trained at his head to deter him from trying anything stupid, she blew him a kiss and a wink, and then left, disappearing from the building into the shadows with her answers and his photo, unconcerned that her mark would tell anybody that she had been there.

Like all the Flock’s victims, this one would not tell anyone what had just happened. He would not inform his peers or superiors that a black-clad woman had infiltrated the base, tied him up and played with his cock until he told her everything she wanted to know.

After all, who would believe him?


2 - Training Operation Javelin Zero

Moving boxes from the truck – parked inside the mostly empty loading bay, engine off and driver nowhere to be found – and into the elevator at the back of the bay was hardly labour he looked forward to, but as the company’s jack-of-all-trades it fell under his responsibility to get the cargo from the delivery van and into storage.

The boxes were, as usual, nondescript and spartan. No markings, no addressee or sender. Just plain cardboard crates sealed with tape that had to be cut open in order to be removed, hence removing the chance of accidental openings before curious eyes.

He didn’t know what the boxes of varying weight contained nor did he care. The clandestine company for which he worked was one shrouded in mystery. Sure he had guesses as to what they did, many of his guesses intelligent after working here for a year, but he knew the answer to the questions he was not allowed to ask.

You do not need to know.

All the non-disclosure agreements and other such paperwork they had made him sign upon being hired for this glorified janitor’s position was staggering in amount and complexity. He’d even had to agree that his apartment be kept under surveillance and more or less swear on his life never to speak to anyone about anything he heard, saw or experienced whilst at work, no matter how trivial anything might seem.

When people asked him how he paid the bills through his studies, he simply said he did custodial work for a warehouse.
Not a lie, but not true, either.

Filling up the elevator with all eighteen boxes, barely being able to squeeze himself inside with the cargo, he keyed his personal six-digit code into the panel which unlocked it, then pressed the button for sub-level eight. Once expelled by the elevator, he began stacking the boxes ten meters in front of the elevator on the floor; someone else would be along to open them and bring the contents to the correct shelves further down the immense storage area, all of which was covered in darkness. He did not have the key required to turn on the lights, so he had to rely on the elevator’s interior light to show him where to put the boxes down.

Back on ground level, he went to shut the doors on the back of the van, signaling to whoever were manning the security cameras that the task was complete and he was on his way out, so that the driver could return and scurry on off to wherever they had come. Once the second door closed and he threw the lock, he felt something hard lightly press against the back of his head.

“Not a sound,” he heard the feminine voice whisper, threateningly close to his ear.

He complied by raising his arms next to his head, looking straight ahead into the rear doors of the van.

“What is the elevator passcode?” the voice demanded.

“I don’t have a passcode for the elevator,” he lied, stalling for time, not sure what for. Nobody was going to come rescue him.

He swore he could hear the mouth behind him spread into a sinister grin. “Don’t try me, boy, I saw you go down it and come back up.” From where, he wondered. He hadn’t seen anything, and there was hardly anything in the loading bay for anyone to hide behind. “The passcode. Now.”

He knew why the woman was here, what she was, but even though he was at gunpoint, he could not relinquish his code that would allow the woman access to the lower levels. “Can’t tell you.”

He felt cold steel snap around his left wrist, but before he could react to it, the woman yanked both his arms down behind his back and, with practised expertise and grace, connected the handcuffs to his other wrist. A rough hand showed him into the back of the van, holding him by the hair in the back of his head, pressing it against the metal.

“One way or another I am getting that code from you, boy,” the woman leaned closer. He could feel her breath on his neck. She spoke low, calm, full of menace. “Make it easy for yourself and tell me sooner rather than later.”

He tried shaking his head before he remembered he couldn’t in his current position. “I think my employer would do worse than you could to me should I give up that information.”

He was abruptly spun around, his back now shoved against the rear of the van. A very large muzzle pressed into his forehead. He had seen such a pistol before. It had a built-in suppressor that was moderately more effective than any other suppressor on the market even inside cramped structures. Even if there were people in the next room, they would not hear it if the woman shot him.

“Don’t get me wrong,” the woman began. “I would love nothing more than to have to work for that code, but I am a very busy woman, and believe me when I say that you will tell me anything I need to know. Whether you tell me in an hour or two or now makes no difference to you; you will tell me regardless.”

He swallowed, realizing he was in bigger trouble than he initially thought. It wasn’t just any of those diabolical women he had in front of him. It was One. While all five of them were relentless, merciless and pitiless, absolute masters of their art, One still had some quality that made her slightly worse than any one of her sisters.

“I can’t help you.”

The woman smiled, a beautiful smile on a beautiful face, a smile with so much hidden menace he could feel his legs weaken under him. The stare of her mysterious green eyes that pierced his gaze did not help matters.

That patented, skin-tight black suit these women wore hugged her body to perfection, accenting every curve and, naturally, the large swells of her breasts and clinging to that impossibly tight ass. A mane of thick black hair set in a ponytail was darker still than her suit. A throat microphone masquerading as a choker around her neck connected to an earpiece, and with it he knew she both sent and received information whilst recording everything they said.

“Very well,” she grinned, sliding her pistol into the holster strapped to her right thigh. “Let’s find somewhere more secluded and drag that code from your whimpering mouth.”

***

Walking down a well-lit corridor with Eagle One behind him, one restraining hand on his neck, steering him towards somewhere she had selected before making contact with him, he tried listening for anybody close by which he could call out to for help, but he knew there wouldn’t be anybody; One wouldn’t be taking him this way if there was a chance she’d get exposed. The Eagle callsigns were far too meticulous for that sort of mistake.

For reasons he did not know, the Eagle callsigns would interrupt his workdays at irregular intervals – it seemed at least three times per month – capture him and practice their particular brand of interrogation on him. He knew very well the game was rigged against him from the start, but his orders were clear: resist for as long as possible. His employers knew he would crack and give the Eagle whatever she wanted, but that was the point of the exercise. The Eagle was supposed to achieve her objective.

He was, however, not allowed to break until he truly broke. Now that he was being led like the proverbial lamb to the slaughter, he knew he had a very draining time ahead of him.

“In here,” One said calmly, indicating a door coming up on the left. The door was partway open, so he could just use his foot to nudge it all the way, allowing them to enter some sort of small storage area that had a small table in the middle of the room with a few shelves around the room, upon which were only a few nondescript, small boxes that didn’t look like they had been touched for ages.

An infrequently used area was the perfect spot for an Eagle to get down to business.

Feeling more and more vulnerable by the second, there was nothing he could do to oppose the deft operative as she got to work. She undid the moorings holding her pouch on her lower back and set it aside, opened it, and got out the necessary equipment. Before long, he found himself on his back on the table, his hands secured to the table’s legs above his head with a pair of handcuffs. His ankles were zip-tied on the underside of the table to the other pair of legs, and some rope around his thighs that met underneath the table ensured his legs were spread wide. Finally, more rope wound around him and the table around his chest kept him from being able to wiggle around much.

One pulled her knife out of the sheath at her right leg down by her boot, and held her hand above his chest, the tip of the black blade perilously close to his throat.

“Last chance to cooperate before I get serious, boy.” Her voice was full of menace, but there was no denying that glint of sexual excitement in her eyes.

Knowing what he was in for and preferring it be over quickly, he had to stick to his standing orders. “No.”

With a tight-lipped smile and the rise of one eyebrow, Eagle One lowered the blade, and in the course of a single minute had made incisions all over his clothing, pulling them away from where he lay restrained on the table and tossing the shreds aside, leaving him naked and helpless.

Sliding the knife back into its sheath, Eagle One – whose real name he would likely never know – went back to her bag and withdrew a black ball-gag. He understood he was in real trouble now.

“Guess I’ll shut you up until you feel like talking to me. You don’t need to be able to speak until then, right?” The sensual mockery in her voice made his exposed manhood twitch. Despite himself, he knew there was nothing to do but try to enjoy what was going to happen.

It would be enjoyable up until the first denial.

Trying to fight her as best he could, One had zero difficulties shoving the gag into his mouth, wedging it behind his teeth, before securing it tightly around his head with the straps.
Standing behind his head, she appeared to be upside down when he looked up at her.

“Shall we begin?” she said, looking down at him with that clever grin, her hands undoing the hair tie. Presently her locks of black tresses came undone, cascading down her head to pool and drape from her shoulders.

Admittedly, it was hard to focus too hard on her hair with his current view, as her massive breasts took up most of his vision, the Eagle’s super tight suit straining to keep them contained.
She walked around to his side, letting a low giggle slip at seeing his cock having started to climb onto his stomach. “No matter how many times we do this, little boy, it seems you always think there’s a chance you won’t wind up a crying mess by the time I am finished with you,” she said, stepping out of bounds of the roleplay simply to give him a playful verbal jab. It seemed all the Eagles couldn’t resist at one point during these training exercises to break the scene just for one comment.

It usually stopped at that one comment before they were once again wholly committed to the task of treating him as nothing but a “mark” that had information they needed to extract.

She applied her hair tie to his cock, winding it twice around all of his manhood, and then once around just the ballsack. The fabric dug tightly into him, forcing him to get harder sooner and making it nigh impossible to lose his erection unless it was removed.

“Now,” she began, moving slowly around the table, trailing one hand wrapped in a fingerless glove along the exposed skin of his thigh. “I really need the code for the elevator. You’ve opted not to tell me, even though we both know that the code exists inside that pretty head of yours.”

When she stopped at the foot of the table, she placed her hands on the wood between his spread legs and leaned over demonstratively, raising her head as she looked at him.

“Now I am going to convince you to tell me. I told you I am a busy woman, but don’t let that fool you. I am also a very patient woman. I promise you I can hold out longer than you can.”

She straightened, sliding her fingers down his legs. “And while you were busy moving boxes, I scouted this entire floor. You’ll just have to trust me when I tell you that there’s no chance of anybody coming to your rescue. It’s just you and me in this little room, and sooner or later, you’ll only be too happy to divulge that code to me.”

He knew she was right, of course. Were this a real situation and he had no idea what manner of interrogation this woman was capable of he would be fearing for his life. Despite knowing it was an exercise and that there was no danger of being hurt or maimed, he was still starting to sweat when she spoke to him and cast him those conspiratorial glances.

Real situation or not, One was real, and that was what had his heart beating harder in his chest.

The first contact on his cock, fingertips barely grazing it up and down with agonizingly slow motions, made him yelp and tug on his restraints. She bit her lip, laughed, at his response. If there was any question whether or not an Eagle truly loved and adored what she did for a living one needn’t look past that first reaction. He felt truly sorry for people with the misfortune of being confronted with an Eagle – and particularly Eagle One – out in the world if they wanted information from you.

Letting the fingertips graze over his balls next – both testicles being pushed out and together due to the hairband around them – made him jump anew.

She did this for only a few minutes, but he truly felt every second of those few minutes the way she moved her fingers so slowly, so meticulously. Usually, he would assume, an Eagle would have to spend some time getting to know their mark, finding their sweet and weak spots in order to push his buttons all the more effectively. Unfortunately for him, all the Eagles were experts on his body, and could use said spots against him from the very beginning.

“Mmm, it sure is a turn-on watching that hard cock of yours pulse and twitch when I tease it. Maybe I’m appreciative that you didn’t want to talk.”

He didn’t respond. Instead he kept his eyes closed and tried not to groan or give her anything else to comment on.

When the second hand joined the first he nearly shouted, however, much to Eagle One’s delight. Using the fingertips of one hand to tickle his balls and the other to caress his shaft from base to tip, still moving oh so slowly, she was immediately successful in making him squirm and pant into his gag.

“Relax, little boy,” she smiled. “We’re barely warming up. If you expend all your strength fighting your restraints now, imagine how tiring it will be in an hour. Or two.”

He hoped she was kidding. The longest he’d ever been able to resist an Eagle – and it was not One – was just under two hours, a fact he’d been told later on as, apparently, all these training interrogations were recorded and logged. His very first session, when he’d had no idea that he had been hired mostly to be a training mark for the Eagles and thus had no idea what was going on, he’d been ready to give up his own mother after fifty minutes. Clearly he’d been trained to last longer since then, but lasting for any amount of time whilst being “attended” to by an Eagle was an exercise in excruciating willpower.

And the promise that breaking “too soon” would result in severe cuts in his paycheck. What “too soon” was defined as nobody but his bosses knew.
 
***

One’s mouth was watering. Though this interrogation was not for real, the sexual edging was, and that made the interrogation real. After all, this was how she pried sensitive information from her marks, by teasing them beyond their capacity to endure. That was why the choice of location for the interrogation was one of the most important aspects of a snatch; as long as she could operate on her mark without being bothered, thus solidifying the mark’s helplessness, chances of breaking the mark in time increased substantially.

Not that she was ever worried about extracting what she needed in time; she was far, far too good for such a worry. She had a timetable for this exercise, of course, a time in which she had to have completed her objectives and exfiltrated without being seen, but she was not worried at all.

She retrieved a bottle of lube from her bag, having decided that spending twenty minutes warming up his sensitivity with brief, light touches was adequate. She walked over to the side of the table as she opened the bottle.

Playing with one of her stiff nipples with her free hand, pouring the slick lubrication onto his crotch with the other, she “ooh’ed” sensually at the sounds he made. He was sensitive enough now that just having the viscous liquid make contact with his cock and balls made him moan.

She put the lube down next to his head, and failed to stifle a laugh at his loud groan when she closed her hand around his shaft and gave it a few quick, hard pumps, the lube helping to make the sensation even more intense for him.

She stroked him hard and fast as he moaned and shuddered, moving as best he could the way he was bound with an assortment of equipment. As abruptly as she had begun she stopped, relishing the reaction of intense disappointment when she took her hand away.

“Oh you liked that, did you?” she giggled wickedly. “Yeah, me too. In fact this whole situation is making me a little hot.”

As he huffed, feeling his cock bounce, yearning to be touched more, Eagle One undid the clasp underneath her bosom and slid the suspenders off her shoulders. With a slow but deliberate move, she undid the zipper in front of her constricting garb – making a wide motion over the significant swell of her breasts – all the way down to her belt. Removing the garb from her torso with a grace that belied how tight the suit was and how tough it actually was to peel off, she soon stood naked from the waist up beside her captive, save the microphone-choker around her neck.

She let him take a moment to take in her admittedly stellar body. She had all the curves a woman should have, including breasts that were far larger than the worldwide average, but years and years of training for and working as an Eagle gave her a strong, athletic body as well, toned and muscular without losing any of her natural feminine grace. Her abdominal muscles glistened with a faint sheen of perspiration as it got warm inside the suit – particularly when she was interrogating someone – and her heavy, large breasts called out to her prey like lewd beacons of promised pleasure.

“There we go,” she cooed, taking a light hold of his manhood. “Give you something nice to look at while I torment you.”

Her toothy grin added to the sexy, dominant aura about her. How many times he had dreamt to cover her face and tits with his seed and never gotten to.

She stroked him slowly, her hand actually barely touching him as the hand moved and twisted up and down on the lubrication, biting her lip at hearing his pleading, lusty groans.

Despite the slow and light touches, fifteen minutes of it saw the boy approach the cusp of orgasm for the first time, his breathing heavy and his pulse hard. Adding another lubed hand to play with his trussed up balls did not make things easier for him, and now, as every time he approached the edge, the boy’s rigid body welcomed the sweet relief of a powerful orgasm.

The orgasm never came, of course, predictably making him moan and jump as best he could on the table. One laughed, watching his flushed, sweaty face, feeling his desperate cock throb in her hand.

She didn’t let him relax, though. Circling his cockhead with her index finger and thumb, sliding on the lube, she screwed on the sensitive tip back and forth, barely using any pressure, regulating the speed, keeping him on the edge of orgasm, keeping him moaning and shaking.

This was a critical point of the art of edging. Do too much and the mark would achieve orgasm, do too little and the mark would lose enough sensation that she’d have to build him back up towards the edge.

Eagle One had no fear of doing it incorrectly, nor would any of her sisters. They had done this so much they could do it blindfolded and wearing earphones blasting loud music. All they needed was to feel the pulsing of the cock to know when to slack off or when to tighten their touch. Like this, she could keep him right at the doorstep of orgasm for as long as she pleased, and right now it pleased One to keep him in that place for a full minute.

It wasn’t being teased for prolonged periods of time that made someone desperate enough to do anything to get an orgasm. It was being brought to the edge of orgasm and kept there indefinitely, so close to orgasm that you swore a feather’s touch was all that was required to cum. Being kept in such a state for long enough worked miracles, thus eliminating the need for messier, more uncivilized forms of interrogation.

All you needed were people as dedicated and, more importantly, talented as the Eagles.

A minute wasn’t long on paper, but being on the edge for a minute sure could feel like eternity, and it made Eagle One hot and bothered to see every muscle in the boy’s body hard as steel, hearing him pant and plead, knowing that in this moment she had more power over him than anyone could hope to have.

She took her hand off him, letting him back away from the edge, but he was definitely not interested in that, he tried to communicate through the gag. He was definitely very interested in getting an orgasm.

“That is so fucking hot,” One murmured as her mark writhed and begged. “Let’s keep you on the edge twice as long now.”

He whimpered when her fingers snaked around his rock-hard shaft again.
 
***

He had passed the breaking point and then some. He knew it. She knew it. It didn’t stop Eagle One from, quite callously, continuing her pitiless interrogation for fifteen minutes after she knew he was ready to talk. With the fat gag in his mouth, however, all his attempted words came out gargled, though it was easy enough to deduce what he wanted to say.
On the final edge, she kept him hovering just over the ever-elusive orgasm for five maddeningly consecutive minutes, just for fun, just to tease her own growing sexual frustration at working him over so expertly, so dominantly.

When she let go of him, her fingers taken off his lube-slicked tip and balls, he howled as best he could, driven nigh insane by the relentless torment. He had no idea of the passage of time, he only knew it felt like he had been held captive in this room for days. Eagle One had complete control. She had been teasing him steadily – with hands, tongue and breasts – for close to two and a half hours, even though he was ready to talk much sooner.

“Seems like you want to talk, hmm?” she asked playfully, innocently. “Are you ready to give me the code?”

He nodded frantically, still enslaved to the yearning of his pulsing, red cock. He had never needed to cum this badly in his life. He always thought that when the Eagle callsigns got their hands on him, and never was it as true as the present time.

Instead of removing the gag, she moved once more to the foot of the table. Squatting slightly and bending a little forward, she let her heavy breasts brush against his lubed-up member, smiling at the noises such shallow touched coaxed from him

With practised ease, using the lube on his cock and that still between her breasts, she slid him into her cleavage without using her hands. When he was fully inside, she wrapped one arm around both mammaries, squeezed them together on his oh so hard, oh so pulsing manhood.

“Doesn’t it feel great in my tight cleavage, hmm?” she teased, grinning. “Can’t you imagine blowing your load between my huge tits while they massage you?”

The boy could only whimper, his sweaty body trembling. With the other hand she undid the straps to his gag, letting the slobber-coated ball drop to his chest.

“Well then,” she used her breasts on him, barely moving them, content to let his hypersensitive cock drown in that soft warmness without too much motion. “Talk. If I don’t like what I hear the gag goes back in for a long, good, while,” she emphasized the latter three words to frightening effect on the boy.

Immediately he told her the code. Thrice she had him repeat the numbers to ensure they were the same each time.

“Very good, little boy, very good. You are absolutely right.”

That comment gave him pause, but not for long, as she at long last – for the very first time – gave him that touch-too-much that actually, genuinely, let him cum.

He screamed at the top of his lungs as the most potently powerful climax he had ever experienced shook him with such force he was sure his rigid body would break every restraint holding him. His hairband-tied cock spasmed and heaved, gulping thick jets of spooge inside her cleavage. Such was the force of his ejaculation, that despite Eagle One squeezing her breasts tightly against him as she moved them quickly up and down, half a dozen spurts of semen blasted out from between them to splash against her face and on the outer slopes of her bouncing breasts.

 “That's it, little boy,” she laughed softly as his tremendous orgasm died down, watching his body slump and go limp.

Normally it wasn’t advisable to let the mark orgasm. For one there was too high a risk of genetic material getting somewhere that might give credence to a mark’s claims should they ever try to report being interrogated in such a way – although at no point ever had a mark actually done that – but unverified information definitely did not merit rewards.

One, however, knew what she was doing, and despite herself, having trained her skills on this guy so many times, wanted to feel him erupt between her tits.

She sensually licked up his seed, giving him a sultry show of cleaning herself off, swallowing the thick cream with delight.

“Well, my job with you is done,” she then stated matter-of-factly, getting dressed and gathering up her equipment. Since this was a training exercise she didn’t have to bother with retrieving her restraints, and, frankly, she wanted to leave him there for the girls of the post-op crew to find.

In the doorway, hearing him huff and puff behind her, One turned towards him and flashed him a smile. “When you finished loading boxes into the elevator and rode it down, you failed to position yourself the way you were taught. I could see you input the code from the loading dock.”

With that, she left, closing the door, leaving him flustered, hot, flushed, and in the most potent afterglow of his life.

And despite all of that, what weighed heaviest on his mind was the fact that she had spent so long interrogating him for a code she already knew.

Just for fun.

3 - Training Operation Charlie Sierra
 
The night was quiet save for an unsteady stream of passers-by and traffic outside. Not that he noticed any of it, heavy a sleeper that he was. It had been a long day at his unconventional job, a place where he was spending an increasing amount of time than at the university, so after getting home just past nine in the evening he had barely bothered to eat and shower before crashing on his bed.
He would have been out until his alarm was set to go off in the morning, before having to get back to work, but in the calm city night, he stirred to awakening at the sound of a voice. Slowly waking, becoming aware of the warm, soft covers cradling him in his bed, he blinked into his bedroom, seeing only darkness. As his eyes adjusted, he started making out the familiar dark shapes of his belongings within the room.
As soon as he noticed the person-shaped shadow next to his bed the light switch was thrown, momentarily blinding him as the bedroom was flooded with illumination. Just before his eyes had shut on their own from the terrible brightness, he had just made out the face of Eagle One leering above him.
“Don’t make a sound, boy,” she said, that far too familiar and sultry voice commanded. She held her gun in her hand but was not pointing at him. “We wouldn’t want to cause a ruckus here, do we?”
He lived on the fifth floor of a residential building close to the center of town, with four other tenants in four other apartments on the same floor. The floors above and beneath him were identical, all the way up to the eighth floor.
He was at a loss for words in every respect. What first struck him was that never before had the same Eagle – these clandestine women dreadfully apt in the art of sexual interrogation – confronted him twice in a row, but more interestingly and far more worryingly, she was standing in his apartment.
Up until now he had never seen any of the Eagle callsigns outside of that location he worked at and were never to speak about to anyone, and while they used him at work whenever they wanted to practice their arts on, he had never expected them to come to his home.
As his eyes adjusted to the light, they went back to looking up at the grinning woman next to his bed. What information had she come to “extract” from him? How ruthless was she going to be? He tried sitting up in the bed, but a demonstrative lift of One’s gun-wielding arm – she still did not point it at him, of which he was thankful, even if this was just another exercise – caused him to lie back down.
Despite himself he could not help but notice how unbelievably sexy that woman was. Dressed neck to toe in a black suit so tight it classified as a second skin, the fabric accentuated her athletic body, her huge breasts, her sculpted ass in the most erotically enticing way possible.
In the back of his head he recalled having locked the door to his apartment, and the door to the building on the ground floor was locked at all times as well. Clearly these things were not hindering One at all in breaking in to his home.
She had told him not to talk, and he knew her humors well enough by now that he knew to stay silent until instructed otherwise. The fact that he was filled with questions of how’s and why’s would just have to wait and, likely, they’d never be answered anyway.
Having One so close to him, her intent clear as day in the glint of her green eyes, made his heart beat faster, made nervous sweat break out all over him.
“Reach up and grab the headboard,” she said calmly. He did as ordered, grabbing two of the four bars making up the headboard of the steel bedframe. Leaning close, putting her breasts very close to his face on purpose, One attached a pair of handcuffs on him, ensuring the small chain between the cuffs were behind one of the headboard’s bars. She did this effortlessly with one hand, the other still holding the gun. When his arms were secured, she slid her suppressed gun into its holster.
Reaching back into the side-opening of the little bag she carried at the small of her back, One retrieved a leather rod from which a black strap dangled from each side. With it, she gagged him, locking the straps tightly behind his head. While his trepidation grew, he was not surprised; the Eagles never wanted him to talk at first.
Just then, barely audible, muffled footsteps heralded the arrival of another person in his bedroom, entering from the dark living room. He unconsciously tugged on his restraints in alarm when he recognized a second Eagle in front of him.
He’d never been “interrogated” by the same Eagle twice in a row, and he’d never ever been held captive by more than one at a time.
He could only imagine what all of this meant, and he swallowed nervously.
“Checked around?” One asked, not looking at her compatriot, instead taking off the bag on her back and setting it down on his nightstand.
“Nobody in the two apartments flanking this one, nor in the other two on this floor,” Eagle Four proclaimed. “It is as though they don’t care this guy is in here all alone. And vulnerable.”
Like One, Four wore the same skin-tight dark suit, and like One, the suit did a wonderful job at presenting the fit body underneath in the best possible way. Four’s huge breasts were compressed and squeezed together inside, her perfect, tight ass a wonder to behold as she walked. Beneath the thin yet durable fabric of the suit, bumps hinting at barbells piercing her nipples poked through. Her flaming, gorgeous red hair was, as usual, braided tightly, the braid itself so long it hovered over the upper slopes of her backside. A faint speckle of freckles across Four’s cheeks and nose gave her an already sweet face an undeservedly innocent quality.
Four was a few inches shorter than One, and probably a few years younger. It was hard to say their exact age, but to him, Eagle One appeared to late-twenties or early thirties, whereas Four seemed like she was in her mid-twenties.
“Does not seem like there’s any chance of any neighbours hearing anything… naughty in here and raising questions on us,” the redhead commented with a wicked smile, referencing what he already knew, that the soundproofing of his apartment building was better between floors than it was between apartments on the same floor.
Eyes that were blue like the midday sky eyed him where he lay with his arms chained above his head. Looking at his puzzled, gagged expression made her smile wider, revealing her predatory grin. “Needless to say, boy, you don’t have to worry about anybody spoiling the fun the three of us are going to have tonight.”
Like One, Four set aside her small bag, as One threw the covers off him.
“Oh my,” One said, licking her lips dramatically. “Sleep in the nude, do we? You are a darling for expediting this for us.”
“Saves us from having to cut his clothes off him,” Four chimed in. “It’s a shame he has to wear clothes at all at work; he’s got such a pretty, young body.”
They set to work restraining him further. There was no use resisting them, so he let them go about their business, which didn’t take long. In addition to having his wrists cuffed around the bar of the headboard above his head, his legs were now sliding down the outer sides of his mattress, where the ankles were attached to the bedframe with rope. More rope under both of his knees also connected to the bedframe, making it impossible to close his legs in any way.
Despite it all, despite himself, seeing the two of them, remembering what they had done to him before, thinking about what they might do now, made his cock grow harder and harder as they finished tying him up on his own bed. Both Eagles seemed to appreciate his eager manhood but said nothing about it.
“I brought a little ornament for him,” Four giggled. One knew what her colleague meant and said nothing when she set about putting it on. It was a leather cock-ring with additional straps to split the balls with a strip of leather. Once attached, his hard member hardened just a little bit more, made it a few shades darker, made it look very inviting to the two tormentors who were about to make his cock their whole world.
“Now he’s really wondering what we’re here for,” One smiled, zipping her suit down just past her breasts, letting them breathe a little, presenting her captive with her amazing, tight cleavage.
“Good thing we don’t have a timetable for this little exercise.” Four did the same with her suit. Her breasts were the largest of all the Eagle callsigns, and that was saying something, as all five of them were huge indeed. “We even have permission to make you late for work if we deem it necessary.”
Casting a glance at the clock on his nightstand, he realized with horror he was not due to begin his shift for another eight hours.
Giggling evilly, the two women crawled into bed on either side of him.
 
***

Usually, in the roleplay of these interrogation exercises, it was abundantly clear what information it was the Eagle was after before she started putting her wicked talents to use on him. Not only were there two of them here at the same time, but they hadn’t even hinted at what they wanted from him, despite having frustrated him for half an hour.
Light touches was commonly the name of the game in the beginning phases of an interrogation, although they were relevant throughout, and this time was no exception. What was the exception was that fingertips had been more or less completely exchanged for tongue tips.
His nipples, ears, neck, dick, balls and inner thighs – ever single one of his weak points – had been under constant teasing assault by the two Eagles, brief flicks of their warm, soft tongues causing him to writhe and groan. They were far from having brought him to the first edge, but every single of these deliberate and playful tongue-touches was making him crave it more and more.
Right now, the both of them were working directly on his cock. Kneeling on either side of his hips, leaning over so that their partially freed boobs touched and rubbed against his thighs, they ran their tongues up and down the length of his cock, from the balls all the way up to the tip of the head, moving their tongues so slowly, as though scooping up a dripping ice-cream cone.
Naturally this made him whimper and shudder, the deft tips of their wet tongues causing him to bite the gag and pull on his bonds. Some times they alternated, one of them beginning at the balls and licking up, the other starting at his head and lapping down. Other times they synched their licks, moving their mouths up and down in unison.
Maddening pleasure of which there was not nearly enough.
Having one Eagle work him was torture enough, but two of them? The level of sexual frustration, thrill and excitement all vied for dominance over him. It was scary, hot and exhilarating all in one twisted package. Just seeing the two of them with their suits zipped down to bare their cleavages could be enough to make any man burst his boxers, but actually having them touch him together was sensory overload.
While he could only guess at what the Eagle callsigns actually, truly did for a living, he felt like he could draw fairly close assumptions, judging by what he had seen. If you became an Eagle’s mark, you likely had sensitive information somebody wanted extracted delicately. If two Eagles came after you, whatever you knew had to be paramount, and the timetable would have to be stricter than usual.
While most people would scoff at the idea of sexual edging as an interrogation form, having suffered the techniques of all the Eagles, he would testify to anyone the dreadful effectiveness. If he was allowed to tell anyone, of course. He truly believed no person, man or woman, would be able to endure an Eagle’s caresses and not trade any piece of information for relief.
But as he knew, it was not just the prolonged edging, teasing and denying that was so effective. It was when these techniques were employed by the Eagles, arguably the ultimate masters of the arts.
Abruptly, both of his balls, spread apart by the leather cock-ring, vanished into their mouths, causing him to buck as best he could on the bed, a surprised yelp of pleasure escaping him. Suckling his testicles, each of them used a finger on the glans of his head, the tips sliding on their spit. The light touches coupled with the loving sucking of his balls elevated him to the next level of frustration, genuine tears escaping him at this torture.
If his cock had a voice it would be making very loud demands very brashly right now.
Many a time when he was targeted by an Eagle for her training, he felt like their knowledge of his body, of how to press his buttons, was overwhelming. Two of them working on him simultaneously slowly but surely turned his brain to mush. He was unable to think straight. He’d often fantasized about threesomes and group-sex but this was so much more intense than he had ever expected. Naturally picturing oneself with several women was far removed from being at the mercy of several Eagles.
“Think he’s enticed yet?” Four asked jokingly, flicking her tongue rapidly against “her” ball.
“Oh I don’t know,” One murmured, ball still in her mouth. “I think we need to keep this up for a little while more.”
“Yeah I think so too,” Four giggled, her hands kneading her own breasts for a few sweet seconds before she placed them back on him, one caressing his thigh, the other teasing his cockhead.
And so they did, for another while. Being able to see his clock from where he was lying helplessly, he watched with growing frustration, his body coated more and more in sweat, as for the next half hour they pitilessly tormented him with their mouths, swapping their tongues for their wet lips, dragging them up and down his throbbing member, simulating a jerking hand with their lips spread over his shaft, their lips touching around the other side.
What do you want to know, was the most pressing thing in his mind. He didn’t bother praying for an orgasm because he knew that even if they’d give him one, it was far, far away still. The only thing he could latch on to was if they’d just reveal what they were interrogating him for, and he’d gladly give it up. He knew he was supposed to hold out for as long as he could, and while he might still be far away from breaking were there but one Eagle working him, with both One and Four it was all too much. He would give them anything if only they’d let him cum.
“God that pulsing dick looks so good with that cock-ring on,” Four moaned, straightening on her knees beside him. The light inside the bedroom revealed a thin, sexy sheen of sweat over her breasts and cleavage.
“Most – attractive – men look good all trussed up and vulnerable,” One said, positioning herself like Four on her knees, one finger drawing small circles on the most sensitive spot on the underside of his cockhead, making him tremble. “But I agree, his cock in particular is so much fun to apply bonds to.”
Kneeling with their backs straight as they kept torturing him through his cock, his eyes went lustfully from one pair of barely-contained breasts to the other, thinking about past times when they had put him inside their cleavages to tease him. During his previous encounter with Eagle One, after a gruelingly long tease, she’d actually let him cum between them.
The orgasm he’d had whilst being massaged by those soft boobs was the stuff of legends, and had been the primary drive between his jerkoff fantasies since.
“Eyes up here, boy,” Four snapped her fingers, getting his attention, tearing his eyes off her monster cleavage. He knew she was just fucking with him. He knew they wanted him to look at their breasts, wanted his frustration to grow more at being teased by them.
He recalled the first time he’d been interrogated by Four, some weeks into starting his job. Back then when he was woefully inexperienced at being tied up and denied over and over he had, in that fit of anger that usually came and went at some point during prolonged edging sessions, snapped at Four when she had removed his gag to see if he was willing to talk. He remembered word for word what he’d said to her; “Let me fucking cum you big titty bitch!” He remembered the smirk she gave him, clearly amused by his candor, but she had punished him for it. Re-gagging him immediately, she’d proceeded to keep him on edge for minutes at a time for a full hour, using her breasts more and more, leaving him denied and alone after extracting the information she’d been sent to get.
While he could still get to that place when his anger started to boil from being teased and denied for very long stretches, he’d learned to keep his tongue between his teeth; provoking an Eagle did not improve his situation.
“I know, he gets so off on tits”, One said, leaning close to him, letting her breasts hover so close to his face without touching it. “Who can blame him, though.”
Four snickered, flicked her piercings through her suit. “Maybe we should tease him with them.”
“Good idea,” One murmured sensually.
They re-positioned once again on either side of his crotch, leaning forward just enough to let their protruding bosoms touch his cock on either side of it, trapping it between the two pairs. Moaning at feeling that soft flesh against his straining dick, seeing their partially covered mammaries press against each other around his cock got all three of them very hot and heavy. He didn’t know if their heavy breathing was only for show, but he suspected they were enjoying themselves. It seemed to be a job requirement for the Eagles to take pleasure in one’s own labour.
Their faces were inches apart from each other as they moved their upper bodies to rub their breasts on him, their hands on his thighs and hips, letting out soft, sensual murmurs.
How he wished he knew what they were interrogating him for! It had been an hour and fifteen minutes since they tied him up and they hadn’t actually brought him to the first edge yet. He dreaded what this meant for his night, recalling what they’d said about having permission to make him late for work if they wanted to.
Every single touch was torturously good and yet they were deliberately not getting him close to orgasm yet.
After ten minutes of that torment they poured a quarter bottle of lube into their cleavages, the slick liquid running down onto his cockhead, the motions of their breasts coating both his member and their breasts. As they increased their pressure they immediately got him to the edge, but they stopped well before he was in danger of exploding. For obvious reasons they didn’t have the same edging control when hand-free using their breasts on him as opposed to only using their hands or their mouths, but they were talented enough to get him close enough that he actually thought he was going to cum, only to be let down.
He always thought he would get to cum when they brought him to the edge. It seemed no amount of experience with the Eagles would rewire his brain to realize that no, there was no way they’d let him.
His body tensed and flexed as he reached the edge, he held his breath and squeezed his eyes shut. When it dawned on him that they’d stopped and released the pressure on him, his first instinct was to hump upwards, desperation evident on his muffled voice. He wasn’t able to move much, and he felt himself helplessly drop away from the edge as his tormentors giggled sexily, holding his dick upward with their cleavages.
 
***

For twenty minutes they used their lube-slick cleavages to torture him. They brought him to the edge, let him hover briefly, and then calmed down for long enough for his bound, pre-cum weeping dick to be out of the “danger zone” of climaxing. They absolutely loved what they did to him; their wicked smiles and the glints in their hungry eyes were proof enough.
As they worked their breasts on him to another edge, Eagle One suddenly made sounds that was something besides sensual moans. “Think he’s ready to tell us what we want to know?”
“Yes!” he tried to scream, the word and the volume garbled by the bit-gag.
“Hmm I don’t know,” Four murmured teasingly, letting a string of thick saliva pour from her full lips to drip down on the red cockhead between their cleavages. “I guess we could check.”
Thanking all the lords above and beneath when the two of them worked together to remove his gag, fully prepared to tell them whatever information – access codes, locations of gear he’d seen at the facility, descriptions of faces of people he’d seen there, whatever they wanted – just to make their caresses stop. He hoped they’d let him cum if he cooperated but in the back of his mind he had to prepare for the very real possibility that they’d just leave him denied.
The both of them left his cock alone, turned on their knees so that they faced him. They hunched over, their arms close to their sides, helping their tights suits to press their tits together, displaying their cleavages to him in all their sexual glory.
“There’s something we really want to know,” One said.
“Oh you’ve no idea how much we’ve wondered about this,” Four continued, tossing her tight red braid over her shoulder. “Wondered every time we’ve seen footage of you here in your bed, the blanked rising repeatedly and quickly above your crotch.”
He blinked at her, realization setting in immediately. He had consented to his apartment being put under video surveillance when he accepted the position working at the place the Eagles frequented, but he’d only been informed there was one camera in his living room and two somewhere on the street monitoring his windows and the streets around his apartment building. But now they were saying there was a camera in his bedroom too?
“So our question is, little boy,” One leaned even closer, her hot breath scalding against his perspired face. “Which Eagle do think about the most when you toss off?”
It was not a question he had expected. He had no idea what to say.
“Well?” Eagle Four said, feigning impatience.
“And don’t think you’ll get off easy by saying both of us,” Eagle One warned. “We want to know which single Eagle you fantasize about the most while you jerk that poor dick of yours.”
His lips moved as he tried to form words, but he hadn’t the foggiest idea how to answer that question. He’d fantasized about all of them for as long as he’d “known” them, but which one he’d jerked off to the most was hard to say.
Before he could speak, Four chimed in again. “Not that this should affect your answer but if the answer isn’t me, I just might have to get mean.”
One grinned. “Likewise.”
His eyes frantically darting from woman to woman, his mind racing in order to figure out what he should answer, how he should answer, it was apparently part of the game that he wasn’t to be given a long time to consider his answer. When he saw Four reach for the gag he begged her not to, but the gag was wedged back into his mouth and secured before he had time to plead properly.
“I guess he needs more time to consider his answer,” Eagle Four said, acting out a disappointed, pouty face at him.
“I guess so,” Eagle One concurred. “What a shame. Guess we’ll have to motivate him some more.”
“Did you bring the suspension gear?”
“You know I did,” One bit her lip.
 
***

With frightening expediency, he found himself dangling from his own living-room ceiling. Wide, tough leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles were connected on his back to a wide metal hoop, which in turn was connected to a steel hook the Eagles had mounted in his ceiling – something the landlord was sure to take issue with. Working together with strength one did not expect to find in your average woman, they hoisted him up, and secured the chain to a mooring when he was hanging at the appropriate height. The position was slightly uncomfortable, with a lot of weight on his shoulders and hips, but it was far from unbearable.

The way he was hanging forced his thighs apart, giving the Eagles sufficient access to his still cock-ringed manhood, still erect and pulsing.

They wasted no time continuing the interrogation. Eagle One kneeled under his suspended body, taking his cock into her mouth and suckling it lovingly. Coming to stand behind him, Four slapped her hands on his ass and took hold, lowering her head so she could lick and suck the balls.

It didn’t take their expert mouths and tongues to get him to the next edge, and, exercising greater control of the parts of them touching his dick, kept him on the edge for a long good while.
 
This they kept up for far too long. He didn’t have a clock to watch this time but he sure felt every agonizingly deft and slow oral caress that caused time to crawl to a standstill.

Between them deep-throating him, slurping his balls, licking his glans and sucking his nuts, they drove him to madness. At times they switched positions for a while, at times the both of them worked his cock, then both mouths on his balls. The edging was relentless, and he could do nothing but hang there, helplessly enslaved to both them and their touches.

Having made a respectable puddle of saliva on the floor underneath him after sucking and licking him past crying, they stood up, smiling those evil smiles, delighting in his tear-stricken, begging face, they applied what felt like a half bottle of lube to his genitals and set about using their hands on him, playing with head, shaft and balls.

As they worked him to the first edge and kept him there, Eagle One removed his gag, letting it drop to the floor under him. Waiting for him to finish the inevitable first entreaties for relief, she asked “Do you have an answer for us yet? The night is still young and we don’t have anything else we need to do.”

He swore he did not know which Eagle he had jerked off the most to, and he told them, pleading for them to believe him. They still kept him on edge, their lube-coated fingers playing mayhem on his ultra-sensitive cock and balls.

“That you don’t know is not an answer,” Four sighed dramatically. “Answer us now or we gag you again.”

“And you know what that means,” One said mirthlessly when he begged them not to do it. “That means we won’t be interested in hearing what you have to say for another long while. So do yourself a favour and tell us.”

It was so hard to concentrate on both their words and what to answer them when he was relentlessly kept on edge, so close to orgasm that he could practically touch it. His suspended, sweaty body trembled, shaking the chain that held him aloft, a mix of tears and drool dripping from his chin.

“One!” he eventually screamed, and then screamed again when all hands were removed from him, causing him to convulse and shake as the stimulation abruptly ceased.

“Aww that’s sweet,” Eagle One cooed.

“The hell it is,” Four scoffed. He was too busy to wallow in pre-orgasmic misery to notice that they were just acting. In truth they likely did not care too much which Eagle he singled out as his top jerkoff fantasy.

“I think we should let him cum,” One murmured sweetly, playing the part of the appreciative woman.

“I think we should let him hang here all night until he fails to show up for work, so they’ll send us back to retrieve and punish him,” Four commented, secretly smiling at how her words made him even more desperate.

Eagle One pursed her lips, and at lenght said, "It would be fun to work some more on him before we ship out again. All right, let's do it your way, Four."

So they left him hanging there, huffing, puffing, sweating, his cock pulsing and his desperation lingering, with nothing to do but wait until the Eagles came back to torment him more.

And probably torment him far, far worse.