My Fighter Jet crash landed just miles away from where I landed. I passed out from the impact.
And when i woke... I Saw white.
A white hood was placed over my head with my hands tied above me.
Suddenly I was gasping for air as my captor poured water over my hooded face.
I was freed from the cubicle and told to wait at the door for my Interrogation.
I told them i wont Talk, but they dint need me to.
A smelly worn sock was placed at the end of the gas mask tube.
It dint take long for them to find my weak spots.
I was retied onto a hard platform. More ropes were added, making me totally helpless.
And my weak spot still refuse to hide. I was in so much trouble.
I felt wires connected. It cant be electro... can it..."MMPppHH!!!"
A nice sweaty undies was placed on my face.
The stench of the sweaty undies, along with a pair of nipple clamps did its job by keeping me rock hard.
After a few hours, i was retied on the chair.
This made it easier for my captor to torture me.
Somehow my cock was hard. It mus have been due to a week of not jerking off.
Gagged, helpless and hard. Not much i could do to save myself now.
After hours of torture... they finally took my gag out. Hey. whois gonna free me!!!.
And why does my flight suit have nipples access.
And why does my flight suit have nipples access.
