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.'
She groans almost as much from fear as from pain and whimpers, 'I ... I don't know anything .. please.. don't hurt me.' She whimpers as she sees the cold, evil smile quirk the corner of his mouth, tangled in her own thoughts she thinks how she would have wanted to kiss that mouth in another time and place ... then a blazing realization... he's enjoying this .. she won't be spared! He sees the realization in her eyes and laughs, a frightening sound, and backhands her, speaking softly in a cold voice .. 'no safe words in prison, slut. Tell me or I'll hurt you bad and I won't stop till I'm good and ready.'
As if to emphasize his words, his big hand reaches into the bodice of her chemise tearing it from her as if it were a gossamer thin cobweb. Frightened dark forest green eyes widen and leap up to meet his, gasping as she tries to cover her nudity from the hulking Interrogator. He leans down, keeping her body pressed harshly against the cold cement brick of the walls, his lips come nearer and nearer, her body reacts as if in a dream, her lush red lips parting, begging a kiss. He laughs as he sees her reaction and veers off, sinking his teeth into the curve of her neck. Biting the tender flesh viscously, his own body reacts to her scent, the fear flowing from her in waves, the salty taste as he draws blood, and he pushes closer. But her only reaction is self preservation and she bites him back, sinking her own pearly teeth into his shoulder, unsuccessfully trying to hurt him thru the heavy material of his uniform.