WARNING: This story contains rape elements, if you are upset by them, don't read it!
This story is dedicated to all the yummy, great big Interrogators out there, may I someday find myself in Your interrogation room!
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Nervously, she looks around the small, locked room .... cinderblock walls painted a horrible green and furnished with only a scarred wooden table and two heavy wooden chairs. Behind her, the heavy metal door opens with a mighty creak and in strides a man, huge by anyone's standards, her Interrogator. She keeps her dark eyes lowered, knowing he'll see the fear in them if she looks at him. He asks her, in a soft but cold voice, 'You know why you're in here, now don't you want to tell me all about it and go the easy route?' Slowly, without looking up nor opening her mouth, she shakes her head, her long silky golden hair dancing side to side and curtains her face from view. Her heart leaps suddenly into overdrive as he grabs her by her thin silk slip dress, tossing her easily across the room and into the cement block wall. She hits heavily, her mind whirling in terror and confusion, but he gives her no time to react as he lands against her, his chest knocking the air from her lungs in a gusty groan. Painfully, he mashes her lush tits with his broad chest, holding her in place with his size, and leans down to whisper coldly into her face: 'Tell me, bitch .. or I'll hurt you..... bad.'