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More 'fan fiction'...so don't blame the OP for this...
Chapter 19: The Interrogation
Once we were alone the following Thursday, the girls seemed just as excited and impatient as the last time. Seeing as how they dragged me upstairs last time before we put the chain on the door (the discovery of which challenged my bowel control when I came back downstairs after that 'wrestling match'), I first explained the new protocol to them: all three of us had our own checklist to go through at the start of each night. The one and only item on each was: Chain The Door!
With a stuffed rabbit plush toy standing sentinel at the bottom of the stairs (the 'unchain' reminder for later), I let them lead me upstairs. The girls took turns explaining that we were going to 'play pretend', and once in their bedroom, Sara produced a plastic toy gun and announced, "Hands above your head!"
Even in her tiny hands, the gun was ridiculously small, but I felt it best to comply. The order was countermanded by Ellie, who wanted my hands held out in front of me. She had come prepared with a decorative belt with interlocking silver links, which she looped around my wrists, then drew the remainder between my wrists and looped that around the bonds. She had a little paper clip which she threaded through two strategic links, and then I was led away in chains. She was wearing a denim skirt, which I suspected actually belonged to Sara, since it was so ridiculously short for her.
So I watched as Ellie led the way, towing me along with her 'leash', and Sara followed behind and tended to her guard duties. The secret Dungeon Room was artfully disguised as an ordinary bathroom; after closing the door behind us, I was made to stand with my back to the door. Ellie dragged the little one-foot-high stool in front of me, and stood on it so that she could loop that belt over the clothes hook jutting out from the back of the door. There was, it seemed, no way to leave the dreaded dungeon without their consent.
Ellie turned to Sara and asked, "Where's the pillow case?" and was met by a little 'oops' from her sister. Sara started for the hall linen closet, then stopped when she realized that their captive was blocking the exit. "Never mind," giggled Ellie, who turned and started rooting around in the dirty clothes hamper. "I think these will be perfect," she said triumphantly, withdrawing a used pair of knickers that I immediately recognized as hers.
Standing on the stool again, she hooked the waistband under my chin and drew it up over the top of my head, covering my face. With a little adjustment, she arranged for one leg opening to allow my mouth and chin to peek out, and the other leg hole was pulled back onto my forehead. This, of course, put her gusset right across my eyes, and she managed to get the elastic leg band hooked right under my nostrils. "He looks at our undies all the time, but now he can watch from the inside," she said to her sister.
"Mine too, mine too!" clamored Sara, having fished her own out of the hamper. Ellie pulled these down over the crown of my head, until Sara's waistband was past the bridge of my nose. Two layers of fabric from the elder girl and a third from Sara made an impenetrable blindfold.
I heard the stool scrape back, and then two sets of hands went to work on my belt and zip. In short order, my shoes and trousers were gone. Next, I was urged to step forward a bit, and the hamper was inserted between my butt and the door, forcing me into a rather permanent pelvic thrust, since my hands were still 'chained' high up on the door. Then the stool was back, between my legs this time, forcing me into a wide stance.
"There's some knickers that have gone missing," Ellie intoned. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, now would you?"
"It wasn't me, officer," I protested earnestly.
"Mmm hmm," Ellie replied. "We'll see about that." She cupped my balls, stroking them gently. "It will go badly for you if you withhold information, you know."
"You've got the wrong bloke," I maintained with as much stoicism as I could muster.
"Here I am, merely asking you about panties, and you go all hard on me. Pretty incriminating, if you ask me. Don't deny it!"
Well, her hand was doing more than asking questions, but it would be impolitic to bring that up. "Yeah, I like them a lot. That's just natural. Nothing wrong with that."
"It is if you steal them," she said sharply.
"You've got the wrong bloke," I repeated.
"We don't think so. You see, when we were 'helping' you get more comfortable, a pair of undies fell out of your pocket."
"Obviously, those are mine," I deadpanned.
"Oh, they fit you then?" Ellie asked sharply.
"Just as good as the two pair you've got me wearing now," I replied with a sudden flash of inspiration. Touche!
"Then surely you can identify them," she rejoined reasonably.
"Fine," I replied, in as sullen a tone as I could manage. "Just take off the blindfold."
"We have a better method of identification," Ellie said confidently. She stripped off my briefs, and I helped, as any good prisoner should, by lifting a foot. After a small pause, fabric encased my jutting cock, and her small hand held it tightly around me and began wanking. "Surely you would know your own possessions," Ellie said sarcastically, "so it should be easy to tell if these are yours."
"Oh yes, they're definitely mine."
"Then you should be able to describe them in detail," Ellie replied immediately, springing her trap. "We might be trying to fool you with our own panties," she warned, trying to sow the seeds of doubt.
"Definitely mine," I asserted. "Toy Story panties, with a big picture of Jessie on the front."
She was a bit stunned when I perfectly described them, but recovered well. Ellie whipped them off of my cock and seemingly walked away. "And what about these?" she queried as another wank began. The interesting thing was that it clearly was Sara's hand doing the stroking this time.
"Same ones," I said, almost immediately, and added, "Jessie's face down with her head pointed to the window," surprising her once again. Thinking she smelled a rat, she wrapped a thick towel around my head to ensure I could not see, and repeated the experiment.
"Well now, Jessie is underneath me now, and pointed the other way." They really shouldn't have been so surprised; each time the distinctive silkscreened main figure on the front had a very plastic-like texture and was easily discernible.
There was a prolonged silence while Ellie removed the towel and seemingly thought about how to proceed. Sara silently continued her new experience. "We have security video of you stripping them off a very cute but defenseless little girl, and then pocketing them," Ellie finally replied, dropping the hammer. I shuddered to think what that would be like if it were true in reality!
"Well, then," I hemmed and hawed. "You should have said that right off. That's entrapment, that is!"
"Busted!" Ellie crowed. "You better come clean, or you might get busted much more vigorously." As she said this, she cupped my nuts and stroked a bit more forcefully than before. After a few seconds, she added, "You see, these are not the ones in the security video. Now where are they?"
"Uh, I don't have them any more."
"Suit yourself," she said dismissively. My cock and balls were released, and Sara seemed to wander away, though she clearly had to still be in the room. I heard a zip and some fabric fall to the floor; it turned out to be Ellie's skirt. She stood on the low little stool and by going up on tiptoes, she got my cock between her legs and closed her thighs tightly. I had a little play in the 'dungeon chains', so I bent my knees enough for her to stand flat-footed on the stool.
"You'll confess eventually," she stated. "We have ways..." I silently resolved to experience every one of those ways. The first of those ways involved her moving her hips so that the top of my cock got a thorough panty polishing.
I was disappointed when she dismounted a few minutes later, but soon enough it was Sara's turn. There was no way I could sink low enough for her little legs, so Ellie helped boost her up and she held me tightly around my neck. This knicker polishing didn't last as long, since Sara's arms tired quickly.
In the next changing of the guard, there were two variations. It was Ellie's butt that pressed against me, and it was clear that her panties had joined her skirt on the floor. Now there was smooth but slippery bare quim gliding along the top of my cock. Each time she thrust her butt back against me, her fingers caressed the head as it poked out between her legs.
Then she stopped dead (except for repeatedly squeezing her thighs together, which perhaps she was not even aware of). "You get only one more chance, so think carefully before you answer. Confess to your crimes, or I'm going to STOP this interrogation!"
I did not think carefully at all. I readily confessed to being a panty thief, to stripping little girls of their panties (robbery, not just burglary!), being a loli-lover, and every other thing of which I was accused. What's more, I confessed to mass murdering all the TeleTubbies, just for good measure.
"Write all this down, Sargent," she intoned, apparently to her sister, as she resumed her back and forth stroking of the cock encased between her legs. Augmenting the pussy and thigh friction, her hand slipped underneath to rub the underside, though pushing up to get even more friction against her pussy seemed to be her main goal. I was inspired to add to my list of crimes, until finally a record-distance stream of cum shot most of the way across the bathroom.
That ended my interrogation, and I was summarily 'freed'. Ellie ran off with the camera, but Sara helped me clean up and straighten up, and was ready for her bath right away, even though it was relatively early. In fact, she wanted me to bathe with her, which is probably why both girls were adamant that I not get dressed until I had cleaned up the 'Interrogation Room'.
I indulged her, sitting in the tub with her and cleaning her much as before, but when we were close to finished, she wanted to sit in my lap with her legs wrapped around my waist. Perhaps her motivation was to not let her adventurous older sister get too far ahead of her; with her arms around my neck, she pressed her spread pussy against me and had a nice little hunching ride against my appreciative cock, and then she was ready to be dried off.
I helped her into pajamas, and she followed me downstairs, where Ellie had (apparently) finished up her work in front of the camera, and was engrossed in reviewing the results from her usual place on the couch. Even sitting primly, her super-short skirt would be revealing, but as usual, she was posed quite provocatively, with her knees up and apart.
Sara seemed especially eager to watch the video, and it wasn't long before I discovered why. But first, Ellie wanted me to transfer the three videos to my laptop, so we weren't confined to watching on a tiny phone screen.
They each took up residence on a thigh, and we started the playback. It seems that Sara had switched from gunman to videographer once my pants were stripped away, just as soon as she could get my phone turned on. Technically, you couldn't tell it was me in the video, not with my head encased in panties, but if the bathroom is recognizable, who else could it be? I patiently explained that I can't be in videos with them because the consequences were way too dangerous. Ellie seemed to be instantly ready with her refutation. "And all the other videos we took, they would get you in deep trouble if they were found?"
"Of course," I said, exasperated.
"And you're desperately worried about those others, then?" she said immediately.
"Well, I encrypt them," I responded, but I could see where this was going.
"And this is different how?" she asked, leadingly. Someday, I may win an argument with her. I guess this was not one I really wanted to win, anyway. Without waiting for an answer, she resumed playing the video, which was actually pretty good. The only technical issues were when they were changing roles, as the camera tended to wander during the handoffs. Ellie managed to prop it up so that it showed her helping her sister saddle up, and then she took some excellent shots from down low as Sara thrust her little butt back and forth. Sara went back to handling the video once Ellie set about bringing me off, and she followed her sister's lead and maintained a vantage point from below.
In the middle, Ellie paused the video and asked in awe, "How did you know which panties those were?"
A magician should never reveal his tricks, so I said diffidently, "Clearly, I am a panty expert. A panty ninja, in fact." With a giggle, she dropped it.
After that 'show', Sara announced she was ready for bed, even though she had almost 20 minutes before it was mandatory. I tucked her in, she kissed my cheek and I kissed her forehead, and she turned on her side contentedly.
Downstairs, Ellie was ready to share her other opus; no pictures this time, just two more (related) videos. Before we did that, I hastily encrypted the one we had watched, verified it, and wiped that one off the phone.
The next video was less alarming, but only just. Like the end tables, the coffee table had inlaid glass surfaces, including some decorative strips that were perhaps two feet long and three inches wide, unbeveled but smoothed and polished on all the edges. She had extracted one, put it on an end table and let it jut out about 8 inches. The camera was facing up, capturing the scene from about 8 inches below, shooting through the transparent makeshift 'diving board'.
Ellie, in panties adorned with thin black and white stripes, straddled the strip and was pressing her pussy down on it, causing the fabric to shift this way and that as it clung to the glass. I pointed out that that was extremely dangerous; if the glass snapped, she could be cut badly on the shards, perhaps fatally. She pointed out that the book she had used as a cantilever was relatively light, so if she even pressed down moderately, the glass would dip rather than break.
I opined that she didn't know that for sure, and she countered that she had tested it with her hand first, and sure enough, the book slipped easily. I retreated to the admonition that she had to check with me before she did similar dangerous things, even if it spoiled part of her surprise. She grudgingly agreed. In truth, I don't think I could have engineered the test she thought up all by herself, much less concocted her inventive arrangement. But it seemed like I should be asserting authority, and she played along.
With that out of the way, now it was video time. She had apparently used two ground-level light sources, and had left her skirt off for the best effects. The video was clearly intended as a simulation of a pussy lowering down from above and grinding. From the camera angle, a face was clearly the intended target. The striped panties vividly showed how her flesh and the fabric moved about as she wriggled. She rose up and sank down repeatedly, and then turned around and repeated the show from the opposite direction.
Ellie had taken her usual place in my lap for the unveiling of her work of art, with her thin legs spread around mine, leaning back against my chest. Accepting the invitation, I ran my hand up her inner thigh, to the apex. My fingers applied pressure in sync with what we were watching on the screen, retreating back to her thigh whenever she rose up off the glass. I know, for the sake of verisimilitude, contact should have been withdrawn entirely. And yet my fingers were somehow not persuaded by this line of reasoning. Linking the video scene with the tactile sensations were much more stimulating than either alone would have been for me, and it appeared that Ellie was getting a similar boost.
The last video was much the same, though she started off facing toward the end table rather than away from it. The primary difference, though, was that her panties were gone; it was nothing but delectable little-girl flesh squirming against the transparent surface. It ended with a similar face-dance, with her butt toward the end table. Once again she raised up and settled back down multiple times, rubbing on the surface for prolonged periods in between.
Naturally, my fingers wormed their way inside the leg band during this video, and I did break contact by pushing outward against her panties when she rose up. This was initially because getting in there in the first place was a bit tricky, but the effect of feeling her pussy only when she was grinding on the glass definitely heightened the illusion. When we were just a few seconds from the end, she jabbed the replay button; it seems she wasn't quite ready for the illusion to end. About midway through the second showing, she climaxed on my hand.
Ellie dissolved into a boneless puddle in my lap, and I took the opportunity to encrypt, verify, and then wipe the phone clean. By then, she had turned sideways and clasped her hands behind my neck. "Umm," she began, managing to bite her lip and talk at the same time, "I kinda wanted to try all the stuff in the videos. You'll let me, right?"
I allowed that I probably would, not being totally certain what she had in mind. What she wanted was for me to lie atop the couch back while she did her 'stuff'. I chose the smaller white one, a modern affair with right angles everywhere, which meant the top was flat rather than rounded. Since it was only about eight inches wide, I moved it further away from the wall so that there was room to better balance when lying along the narrow surface.
Ellie's task was to turn Sara's plush toy on the stairs upside down, which she did, seemingly suspecting I was misdirecting her for some nefarious purpose, but she played along. But this was my reminder that in addition to unchaining the door, there was furniture placement to be restored as well. Overly cautious perhaps, but even one oddity noticed by Amy could snowball to needless and potentially disastrous complications.
Ellie made minor adjustments to my position as I laid out along the top of the couch back, and then straddled it herself, sitting just above my head. She leaned forward to brace her hands on my chest and looked down at me. "I had to be gentle with that piece of glass," she observed conversationally, "but I don't think there's much chance of breaking you, even if I put all my weight on you." I had the fleeting thought that the integrity of my nose might be at risk if she became as animated as she sometimes did, but out loud I merely agreed that it 'seemed unlikely.'
"Good!" she grinned, levering herself up on her arms, and with a little push from her foot on the couch cushion, she hopped forward and blindfolded me with her crotch. A slight readjustment claimed my nose, and she soon surged onto my mouth, her ultimate goal for the moment.
Experimenting with her 'full weight' scenario, she let both legs dangle down, using only her fingertips on my chest to maintain her balance. I brought my hands to her hips, and started rocking her gently back and forth on my mouth, gradually picking up speed. As she warmed to the task, Ellie took to twisting her hips and hunching. As I felt her pussy grind on my face, my hands gravitated more and more to her butt cheeks, contributing to the sensory overload. I replayed her last video in my head while she shimmied wildly on my mouth and nose. I was on the verge of shooting a load in my pants when she pitched forward onto my chest, utterly spent.
I admired the black and white gusset of her panties, displayed just inches from my face, for close to five minutes as she recovered. In retrospect, perhaps I should have snapped a few photos of the erotic oval of moisture that darkened the pattern. Then, going from totally relaxed to highly energetic in what seemed like an instant, Ellie bounced up and onto the floor, prying up the couch seat cushion and tossing it aside. "That's one video down, but we've go two more to go!" she explained, standing beside me where the cushion had been. I watched as she raised her skirt and slowly dropped her panties, leaving little doubt as to which video I was about to experience next. I found out later that previously, only the leg behind the couch was dangling free; the cushion had impeded her other leg, but this would no longer be a factor.
She swung a leg over me and pressed her crotch against my throat, facing away from my feet this time around, balancing there with both legs dangling. Ellie interlaced her fingers with mine, and placed my hands near my head. "Now Mr. Man," she said in an affected tone, "there's nothing you can do to stop me from moving forward."
"Why would I want to?" I grinned.
"You're supposed to try," she replied in her normal voice. "No one wants to be sat on bare. That's rude!" Apparently, she had not explored the internet as thoroughly as I had assumed.
"Oh no," I exclaimed, displaying the prescribed shock and horror. "I won't let you do anything like that."
"Is that so?" she retorted in her affected tone, getting back into character. She pushed on my hands and I pushed upward (as best I could at the awkward angle), effectively imitating a circus act. She supported herself on just her arms, dangling in the air, and I only had to move my hands a few inches in order to set her down on my mouth, just as she had intended.
"You couldn't stop me," she taunted in a sing-song voice repeatedly, accompanying each word with a side to side shifting of her hips. Feeling her hot flesh rub against my face definitely brought her last video to mind!
She kept our fingers interlaced, but only used my hands for balance, letting her pussy transmit almost all her weight to my face. As my arms tired, she leaned forward and pinned my hands just behind my head. With more leverage to work with, her hips moved faster and faster, culminating in another orgasm on my face.
Ellie didn't rest for very long this time, which was just as well, as she remained on my face, making it a bit hard to breathe. Then she announced, "Your turn!" and stood on the couch to work my pants and shorts down past my hips. She saddled up once more, facing my feet again, but this time centered herself over my hips, and let her hot cuntlet glide forward and back along the underside of my cock. Her tiny skirt had crawled up almost to her waist, affording a marvelous view of her delightfully bare cheeks as they clenched and thrust. Needless to say, I did not hold up for long under this new 'interrogation', and 'spilled the beans' (quite messily) in record time. Undeterred, the horny little girl kept pursuing her goal until she was totally exhausted.
With her still on top of me, I managed to sit up and carry her to the other couch, where she curled up while I reassembled and readjusted the sofa, and unchained the door. With her soggy panties in my pocket, I carried her upstairs and got her into her proper bed clothes (with very little help from her; she seemed totally drained).
"Are you going to watch my videos again?" she asked as I tucked her in.
"Over and over," I assured her with a smile. She probably didn't mean 'right now', but I in fact did momentarily decrypt her last one and watched it a few times while waiting for her mother to return.
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