Just A Litle Scene: Interrogation
Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 2:32 pm
He flinches as she draws near, which causes her to smirk.
"P-please..." he gasps. "I've t-told you everything I know..."
She regards him thoughtfully. "I suppose you have," she says.
"Then for the love of god," he rasps. "Please, let me cum. Please, god, let me cum!"
She makes a bemused "hmph" and reaches out to tap the tip of his penis. She watches it bounce, and a fat drop of precum drips from the tip. He lets out a pained moan as he thrashes in his bonds. His cock is swollen to full capacity, the veins bulging sickenly, the shaft a hideous shade of red, the head dark as a plum and steadily leaking pre-cum. His testicles are huge the skin taught and dark as a bruise.
However, these conditions are not the result of physical abuse. In truth, she has barely touched him at all; his cock is not even bound in a harness. What torments him so is pure, agonizing need. A need which she fans with a combination of her natural sexuality and sensual beauty, as well as her psychic powers. This soldier, like so many others, came equipped with psychic shields of course. But she knows the secret to breaking them down. During the entire interrogation, she hammered at his mental defenses, but that she could do in her sleep. As she did so, however, she reached into the more primitive part of his mind, taking hold of his libido. She cooed and caressed this region of his psyche until he was so worked up, all she had to do was take her top off, and his willpower shattered like a thin sheet of glass.
Tears streaming from his eyes, he revealed everything to her in mere minutes. Now, all he can do is plead for the one salvation left to him: whatever shred of mercy she might have. She taps the tip of him once more, sending a jolt through his loins which nearly makes him cum right then. She leans close, filling his gaze with her breasts, and tickling his ear with her warm breath. "Now that you have betrayed your people, given us another step with which to crush your little rebellion, you ask for mercy? Now that you are irrevocably a turncoat, you plead for your enemies to grant you their tender support?"
He lets out a broken sob, and whispers, "Yes... please... please..."
She pulls her face away from him and gives him a cold, pitiless look. "Enemies of the State are shown no mercy. And a traitor is an enemy to all." He let out a scream as he felt her bore into his mind. He felt something shift in his psyche and he knew with an instinctive horror, that she had done something to him. His current level of arousal would never wane. And he would never orgasm again in his life. "Take him down to the pleasure pits. He is young and strong, and should fetch a good price."
His eyes widen in horror. "No! NOOOO!" His screams fell on deaf ears as she slides her shirt back on and leaves the room. She cannot help but grin slightly as she leaves. Serving one's country could be grueling work sometimes, but every once in a while, you got to have a little fun along the way.
"P-please..." he gasps. "I've t-told you everything I know..."
She regards him thoughtfully. "I suppose you have," she says.
"Then for the love of god," he rasps. "Please, let me cum. Please, god, let me cum!"
She makes a bemused "hmph" and reaches out to tap the tip of his penis. She watches it bounce, and a fat drop of precum drips from the tip. He lets out a pained moan as he thrashes in his bonds. His cock is swollen to full capacity, the veins bulging sickenly, the shaft a hideous shade of red, the head dark as a plum and steadily leaking pre-cum. His testicles are huge the skin taught and dark as a bruise.
However, these conditions are not the result of physical abuse. In truth, she has barely touched him at all; his cock is not even bound in a harness. What torments him so is pure, agonizing need. A need which she fans with a combination of her natural sexuality and sensual beauty, as well as her psychic powers. This soldier, like so many others, came equipped with psychic shields of course. But she knows the secret to breaking them down. During the entire interrogation, she hammered at his mental defenses, but that she could do in her sleep. As she did so, however, she reached into the more primitive part of his mind, taking hold of his libido. She cooed and caressed this region of his psyche until he was so worked up, all she had to do was take her top off, and his willpower shattered like a thin sheet of glass.
Tears streaming from his eyes, he revealed everything to her in mere minutes. Now, all he can do is plead for the one salvation left to him: whatever shred of mercy she might have. She taps the tip of him once more, sending a jolt through his loins which nearly makes him cum right then. She leans close, filling his gaze with her breasts, and tickling his ear with her warm breath. "Now that you have betrayed your people, given us another step with which to crush your little rebellion, you ask for mercy? Now that you are irrevocably a turncoat, you plead for your enemies to grant you their tender support?"
He lets out a broken sob, and whispers, "Yes... please... please..."
She pulls her face away from him and gives him a cold, pitiless look. "Enemies of the State are shown no mercy. And a traitor is an enemy to all." He let out a scream as he felt her bore into his mind. He felt something shift in his psyche and he knew with an instinctive horror, that she had done something to him. His current level of arousal would never wane. And he would never orgasm again in his life. "Take him down to the pleasure pits. He is young and strong, and should fetch a good price."
His eyes widen in horror. "No! NOOOO!" His screams fell on deaf ears as she slides her shirt back on and leaves the room. She cannot help but grin slightly as she leaves. Serving one's country could be grueling work sometimes, but every once in a while, you got to have a little fun along the way.