"Who's up next?"
"Prisoner 10642. Her name is Alyx Dexton. She was caught trying to steal a payload of eighty thousand credits from one of our banks.Higher ups believe she's connected to the rebellion."
A hidden smirk came across the Interrogator's face.
"Send her in then."
The interrogator slipped on a pair of black latex gloves as two guards dragged in the culprit of the crime. Alyx Dexyon, a woman of short stature with messy green hair, was snarling at the guards.
"You fascist fuckers! You ain't getting shit from me!"
"Attach her to the device" the interrogator instructed, calmly.
The guards brought her to it as she tried to protest. Her wriggling limbs were soon locked up tightly by metal clamps. The shape of the device forced her to spread out her body into an "X" shape position.
"You can go now. I'll take care of her from here."
"Good luck, Dr. Wexler" said one of them as they left.
The doors automatically shut behind them leaving just the interrogator and her prey.
Alyx glared at her interrogator, Dr. Wexler. She was an eerily slender and pasty woman, seeming cooped up in this room most of the time. She wore a lot of black latex, most notably her revealing one-piece outfit. Thigh-high boots rode up her legs. Most distinctly, she wore a gas mask that covered half her face. The mask helped highlighting her piercing emerald eyes and her black, bob style haircut.
Likewise, Wexler was studying her new subject. She had all the trademarks of a punk rebel. Her hair was medium length and a mess, with bangs across her forehead. She had small piercings on her nose and belly button. Her attire were a pair of tight, black trousers, a white crop top and a black leather vest.
Wexler got up close to Alyx.
"So, Alyx, wasn't it? You're supposedly part of the rebellion, I hear."
Alyx scowled.
"I never said anything. You have no proof."
"Well, that's what I'm here for. To find out."
Wexler moved towards a control panel.
Alyx took a good look at her surroundings. It had all the making of an interrogation room. It was dimly lit and not very large. There were no windows but she was almost certain there were hidden cameras everywhere, capturing every inch of the room. And whilst she couldn't see them, she knew there was a plethora of torture devices Wexler had ready for her.
"I think, Alyx, we'll just cut to the chase. I know that no matter how nicely I ask, no matter how much I threaten, you will not give anything up. So let's get straight into it."
She pressed the button on the control panel.
A laser ray came down from the ceiling and aimed directly at Alyx. She braced herself for whatever pain it was going to inflict upon her. However, as the laser shot, she felt nothing but a light warmth and a sudden coldness. Looking down she was shocked to discover that all the laser had done was destroy her clothes. It burned away all layers, leaving her completely nude.
Wexler inputted another command. Alyx gasped in surprise as the restraining device started tipping backwards. It tipped back steadily until it had her lying on her back.
Once she was in position, Wexler moved away from the console and started moving around towards the back of Alyx. As she walked by, she took further interest in Alyx's body. Alyx tried to main stoic and angry but felt a sudden surprise as Wexler's latex covered fingers started gliding across her body.
She glided her fingers across her body, feeling her soft yet tense skin, the muscles she had built up from staying in shape. The interrogator moved her fingers up from her thighs, to across her stomach, before arriving at her perky breast. She groped it with one hand, gently rubbing her pierced nippled with her thumb. Alyx's demeanor started to shake, a small sigh escaped her as she began to turn red with embarrassment.
