Zee planned a game of tease and denial with the intel, though he started with the blunt instruments of pain. The room smelled of mildew and stale sweat, the humidity clinging to the peeling walls like a damp shroud. Basque strained against the ropes, her blonde hair plastered to her forehead by perspiration. Zee draped a rough rag over her face and poured a gallon of water over her nose and mouth.
"What are the codes, Basque?" he barked.
She sputtered, gasping for air as the water boarding simulated the terror of drowning.
"Go... to... hell," she wheezed.
A heavy hand collided with her cheek, the slapping sound echoing like a gunshot in the small space. Zee didn't stop, delivering a sharp punch to her ribs that left her coughing blood onto her thin white shirt. This torture was meant to break her, but as Zee grabbed a handful of hair, yanking her head back harshly and leaning in to sneer, he caught a scent—musk and honey. He looked down. Her thin thighs were trembling, and a dark stain spread across the crotch of her trousers.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Zee whispered, his voice a low growl.
"I hate... you," she gasped.
"Your body says something else. You're a fucking deviant."
Basque spit on him.
Zee wiped the spit off calmly and shifted his strategy to a more precise form of tease and denial. He used his knife and cut her trousers open, exposing her wet cunt to the stagnant air. He didn't use his fingers at first; he just hovered his knife over her clitoris, letting the cold steel radiate without touching.
"Tell me the codes, and I'll pleasure you," he teased.
"Fuck you," she moaned, her voice breaking, though her hips arched instinctively toward him pricking her clit on his knife.
He pulled the knife back and suddenly plunged two fingers deep inside her. He hammered into her with a rhythmic, brutal pace, mimicking the violence of his punches.
"Look at you, leaking for the man who just beat you," Zee chuckled.
The tension built until Basque's eyes rolled back, her breath coming in jagged hitches. Just as the first wave of orgasm crested, Zee yanked his fingers out with a wet pop. He gripped her thighs tight leaving bruises and locking her in place for another round of tease and denial.
"Please," she sobbed, her body shaking with the sudden vacuum of pleasure.
"The codes, spy. Give them to me, or I'll leave you like this for a week."
He brushed a single fingertip against her swollen nub, a tiny spark of electricity that made her scream. He laughed, leaning into her ear to whisper the final terms of her tease and denial.
"Beg for it. Beg for your cock-hungry hole to be filled."
