The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda & Monkeygirl)
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				Title: <strong>The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 20:22:45</strong>
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				Our scene is simple: a plain and unfriendly room with no windows, dark but for the single light bulb hanging from the ceiling by a wire, and furnished only with a simple table and two chairs.&nbsp; The floor is cement, the walls cinder block, all painted a shade of institutional green.<br><br>At present, one chair is occupied by a sternly pretty woman with close cropped blonde hair.&nbsp; She wears a simple uniform that looks vaguely Russian, with sky-blue collar tabs and shoulder boards.&nbsp; She makes notes in a file on the desk, frowning every so often.<br><br>There is a brief knock and the heavy metal door swings open.&nbsp; The woman suppresses a smile.&nbsp; Her five-fifteen appointment is here...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 22:01:17</strong>
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				Lucy Orton, 26 years of age.&nbsp; An airforce pilot assigned with the simple task of taking pictures of 'unconfirmed' targets.&nbsp; It was an exciting job, something she enjoyed and was good at.&nbsp; Too good, perhaps, for there were times when she'd craved a little excitement. Be careful what you wish for, the saying goes...<br><br>Flying low over an installation, her engine had gone out.&nbsp; Just like that.&nbsp; She suspected, of course, that whoever had done it had used some sort of secret weapon.&nbsp; No other explanaton was possible.&nbsp; She'd had to bail, ejecting herself out of the falling plane just in time.&nbsp; They'd captured her shortly afterwards and brought her to this buidling.&nbsp; Knowing what was to come, she steeled herself, promising herself not to break.<br><br>5'4" inches and lean the way an althelete is lean,&nbsp; her blond hair pulled behind her in ashort pony tail, she entered the room accompanied by two guards.&nbsp; She wore the flight uniform of a US pilot proudly.&nbsp; They would do what they would do.&nbsp; She would not betray her country.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 22:03:54</strong>
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				The guards deposit her roughly on the remaining chair and retreat, slamming the door behind them.&nbsp; The woman behind the desk does not even glance up for a long moment.&nbsp; Finally...<br><br>"Name, rank, and serial number," she requests dryly, pen poised to record the answer.
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				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 22:16:17</strong>
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				"Orton, Lucille.&nbsp; Captain, Untied States Air Force.&nbsp; J-343-2385"&nbsp; She snapped out automaticaly, vowing that it would be the last bit of information she'd give them.
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 22:21:10</strong>
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				These facts are noted, then the blonde looks up, gives Lucy a strained half-smile, and folds her hands.<br><br>"Let us be perfectly clear about something.&nbsp; Your countrymen have recently made certain decisions that rather alter the usual rules about prisoners of interest in state affairs.&nbsp; You are in a difficult position.&nbsp; <em>If</em> you cooperate fully, I will see to it that your position does not become any more difficult.&nbsp; If you choose, as I suspect you will, then you run the risk of less...civilized treatment.&nbsp; Do you understand the situation as I have just outlined it for you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 22:34:04</strong>
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				Lucy simply nodded, wondering at the woman's words.&nbsp; She was lying, there was no doubt in her mind.&nbsp; Under the Geneva convention there were rules and protocols for this kind of thing.&nbsp; She simply looked the woman in the eyes and restated the pertinant information. <br><br>"Orton, Lucille.&nbsp; Captain, Untied States Air Force.&nbsp; J-343-2385" <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 23:24:23</strong>
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				The woman rolls her eyes.&nbsp; Her Slavic accent becomes a wee bit more pronounced (and vaguely amused).<br><br>"I had hoped to keep this pleasant and civilized for as long as possible.&nbsp; Perhaps you do not understand the magnitude of your predicament?&nbsp; Or perhaps you hold out some fond hope of rescue."<br><br>She starts writing again.<br><br>"No matter.&nbsp; Resist or cooperate, the outcome does not change."
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				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 23:37:38</strong>
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				Lucy looks amused as well.&nbsp; She knows that she's in trouble, but is fairly secure in her belief that the woman is trying to scare her.&nbsp; Basic interogation practices.&nbsp; They'd all been schooled in them, had their responses drilled into their head.&nbsp; You gave them nothing; the second you let anything go, they'd really put the screws to you, knowing you could be cracked.&nbsp; And what was the worst that could happen?&nbsp; Oh, she had no doubts they'd try beating her, but they woudn't dare to anything to hurt her permanately.&nbsp; After all, there were rules.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-04-2006, 02:00:34</strong>
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				"You are no doubt expecting that there are rules, yes?&nbsp; There are.&nbsp; However, my superiors have noticed that our government has apparently decided that these rules do not apply to people they do not like.&nbsp; Need I tell you how this has been interpreted?"<br><br>She pauses, making another note.<br><br>"And unlike your so-called open society, ours is nicely closed.&nbsp; If I may borrow a line from one of your advertisement campaigns?&nbsp; What happens here, stays here."<br><br>She puts the pen down, closes the file, and folds her hands on top of it.<br><br>"I would prefer to be civilized.&nbsp; I would very much prefer your cooperation.&nbsp; I do not wish to use any of the many means at my disposal to render your stay in our custody unpleasant.&nbsp; We are, after all, both professionals.&nbsp; If our situations were reversed, I believe you would extend me the same courtesy.&nbsp; Now, I know it is your duty to resist.&nbsp; And I am sure that you know that I know this.&nbsp; Do we have at least that much mutual understanding?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>13-04-2006, 20:01:55</strong>
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				Lucy licked her lips, a nervous habit that she'd never quite broken.&nbsp; She still didn't believe that woman was telling the truth, but a seed of doubt had been planted.&nbsp; She kept her features stoic, as she searched the woman's face for any hint of veracity.&nbsp; Finally, she nodded.<br><br>"I don't know anything and what little I do know, I'm not telling.&nbsp; So, if you plan on trying to make me, go ahead.&nbsp; I'm not talking."&nbsp; she'd called her bluff.&nbsp; At least she hoped she was bluffing.&nbsp; Still - she was Air Force.&nbsp; She wouldn't break her silence.
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-04-2006, 20:10:43</strong>
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				"I'm sure you know a great many things.&nbsp; Whether or not they are things I might seek to elicit from you is another matter."&nbsp; There's that funny little half-smile again.&nbsp; "Or are they no longer training officers the way they used to?"<br><br>There is a knock on the door, which swings open.&nbsp; A slight, dark-haired, vaguely Asian woman in a similar uniform enters, carrying a duffle bag with her.&nbsp; She stands to one side and behind Lucy.&nbsp; The door swings shut again.<br><br>"Now, I am afraid we have reached one of those unfortunate moments.&nbsp; Strip, please.&nbsp; We must make certain that you are not carrying anything unpleasant or inconvenient.&nbsp; And your clothes will be returned to you."<br><br>Her eyes dart to the newcomer for a moment.<br><br>"Or, if you would prefer not to cooperate, I can have the male guards come in here and force you to comply.&nbsp; They will be less kind about it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>13-04-2006, 20:21:03</strong>
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				Lucy stood, a mocking smile on her face.&nbsp; Who did they think they were dealing with here?&nbsp; Some green horn, still wet behind the ears?&nbsp; If they thought a simple strip search would throw her, they had another think coming.&nbsp; She removed her shoes&nbsp; and socks, setting them side by side neatly, not in any hurry, but not lagging either.&nbsp; <br><br>Unzipping her flight suit, she pulled it off, taking a moment to fold it in quarters and lay in on her chair.&nbsp; Then came her fatigues and her underwear.&nbsp; Fully naked, she stood at parade rest, eyes straight ahead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-04-2006, 20:47:10</strong>
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				The dark-haired woman says something in an amused tone, which earns her a stern glance from the blonde.<br><br>"You are cooperative.&nbsp; This is good.&nbsp; Sit down, again, if you would."<br><br>The blonde officer opens another file, paying absolutely no attention to Lucy's current state of undress.&nbsp; It is rather chilly in here, though...and the chair is metal.<br><br>"Now, then, Orton comma Lucille, Captain, United States Air Force J-343-2385...as I am the person ultimately responsible for convincing my own superiors that you are merely a victim of unfortunate circumstance and not, as they wish to believe, a one-woman covert strike against our nation, you will kindly confirm one or two little details."<br><br>She leans back and fixes Lucy with a cooly appraising look.<br><br>"When you were provided with your flight plan, were you informed that your simple asset transfer mission was going to take you through airspace through which your government had not received passage?"<br><br>Uh...oh.&nbsp; How'd she know that was a ferry mission?&nbsp; And no, nobody said anything about keeping an eye on the borders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>13-04-2006, 22:44:12</strong>
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				Lucy sat, feeling the chill, but pushing it away, her training forcing her ingnore the chill that she was already feeling so keenly, but on keeping focused.&nbsp; She would make no mistakes, she vowed, despite whatever tactics they applied.<br><br>She wondered at the tidbits the woman seemed to know... or were they merely guesses?&nbsp; Either way, she showed no reactions to her question.&nbsp; "I merely made and error in judgement and that lapse brought me into your airspace.&nbsp; Should you wish to confirm that, you can check my black box records.&nbsp; They'll back me up one hundred precent."&nbsp; She had no doubts of that.&nbsp; Her black box had recorded what it had been programmed to record, fake flight plan, fake change or course, fake navigational error.&nbsp; It was all there.
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-04-2006, 22:52:23</strong>
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				The blonde lifts one eyebrow.<br><br>"Really.&nbsp; A slip.&nbsp; How interesting."<br><br>She notes something in the file before her.<br><br>"I suppose your own people must not have educated you sufficiently on the nervous trigger fingers in this part of the world.&nbsp; Your 'slip' might have been fatal, Captain.&nbsp; And then your fiance...pardon me, your <em>ex-</em>fiance, would have waited another, what?&nbsp; Six months out of respect for the dead before leaping into bed with your best friend."<br><br>What?&nbsp; How the...yes, the engagement was off from the moment she found Dan in bed with Sheila, but...how...<br><br>"Pardon me again.&nbsp; I mean your ex-best friend."
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				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>13-04-2006, 22:59:24</strong>
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				"How did you know about..." Lucy started, suprised into speaking without first thinking.&nbsp; Clamping her mouth shut, she refused to say more, keeping her expression neutral, but inside she was in turmoil.&nbsp; She'd told no one why she'd called the wedding off.&nbsp; Only Dan, that bitch Shiela and she knew the real reason.&nbsp; The guess about her mission might be just that, but this?&nbsp; This came from someone inside.&nbsp; Still, that didn't change how she conducted herself.<br><br>"I'm a fighter pilot, Ma'am.&nbsp; That's the price we sometimes pay.&nbsp; I know that everytime I climb into a cockpit, I might not climb out again.&nbsp; So far, I've been lucky."&nbsp; And good, although she didn't want to add that.&nbsp; Right now she was still hoping they might put some credence into her 'navigational error'.
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-04-2006, 23:49:47</strong>
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				"It is not the policy of your government to send women on combat missions, now, is it?&nbsp; Certainly not women who may have recently experienced an emotionally upsetting life event.&nbsp; Why, you might deliberately crash one of those expensive aircraft just to get back at someone.&nbsp; Or start a war if it is that time of the month."<br><br>Another curious half-smile.<br><br>"You, of course, would also know one Captain Dean Warrington, United States Air Force?"<br><br>Know him?&nbsp; Of <em>course</em> Lucy knows him!&nbsp; He's Sheila's older brother, which has made relations back at the squadron...oh.&nbsp; Uh.&nbsp; Hmm.
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				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>13-04-2006, 23:56:14</strong>
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				Combat missions, no, but spy missions?&nbsp; That was another matter.&nbsp; She shook her head.&nbsp; <br><br>"No.&nbsp; There are no female combat pilots.&nbsp; We are strictly reconaisance and escort."&nbsp; That much, she cold tell them.&nbsp; After all, it as common knowlege.&nbsp; <br><br>The mention of Captain Warrington, however, made her feel uneasy.&nbsp; If there was somebody who might know of that night, it might be Dean.&nbsp; She'd been avoiding him ever since.&nbsp; Well, as much as was possible, at least.&nbsp; She wondered if he was the leak... No, that wasn't possible, was it?&nbsp; They were playing mind games with her, trying to get her to make mistakes.&nbsp; She wouldn't allow that to happen.<br><br>"I don't know all the pilots.&nbsp; There's a lot of us, you know.&nbsp; I might have met Captain Warrington, but I don't recall."
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 00:01:03</strong>
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				"I think you do know him...but I will not push the matter.&nbsp; Except for one tiny fact which I know and you do not, or will not admit to knowing, he is almost irrelevant to your unfortunate case."<br><br>She makes another note.&nbsp; The dark-haired woman asks her something--she's not speaking Russian, that's for sure--which earns her another glare from the blonde.&nbsp; Then she turns back to Lucy.<br><br>"Why are you protecting them?"
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				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 00:08:13</strong>
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				The hook was in.&nbsp; The thing was, she knew it was a hook, but she couldn't help herself.&nbsp; She shivered as the cold continued to take it's toll on her naked flesh.&nbsp; Suddenly, she began feeling exposed.&nbsp; She knew it was part of the interagation, but knowledge didn't help how she felt. <br><br>"I don't know what you mean.&nbsp; Protecting whom?"&nbsp; She wondered at the dark woman's dialect.&nbsp; She knew russian, of course, but this was an umfamilar language.&nbsp; What was she doing in here anyway? 
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 00:10:44</strong>
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				"I think you <em>do</em> know, in much the same way that you did not just 'make a mistake' and end up here.&nbsp; Just as I am sure that you could not possibly know where, in fact, you are."<br><br>The smile goes predatory.<br><br>"And you are, of course, going to resist any further instructions you are given.&nbsp; Am I not correct?"
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				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 00:22:05</strong>
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				She just ingnored the first question, trying not to let it plant more doubt within her head.&nbsp; After all, she knew where she was... well, she had a rough idea, at least.&nbsp; She couldn't be too far from the crash site.<br><br>Unable to help but smile at the question, she nodded.&nbsp; They both knew the game, letting on to that was no admission. "I could give you my name, rank and serial number again if you want.&nbsp; Other then that..." she shrugged, shivering in the cold air.&nbsp; Damnit.&nbsp; The least they could do was turn on a heater.&nbsp; Damn Russian climate, anyway.
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 00:31:20</strong>
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				"Then I won't feel too guilty about this."<br><br>The next thing Lucy experiences is a taser hitting her on the back of the neck...<br><br>When she recovers, she's been gagged and woman-handled over one side of the table.&nbsp; Her wrists have been tied behind her and it feels like her ankles have been secured to different legs.<br><br>"Are you awake?&nbsp; Good."
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				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 00:51:31</strong>
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				Lucy shook her head, clearing it.&nbsp; A dull ache permeated her body, making the ache of the cold even worse then it had been before.&nbsp; She wondered how long she'd been out, then dismissed it.&nbsp; She had no way of telling.&nbsp; Besides.&nbsp; It hardly mattered.&nbsp; <br><br>The table top pressed into her breast and belly and felt cold beneath her cheek.&nbsp; A wave of anger swept through her, but was quickly quelled.&nbsp; She needed to keep her head, now that the real questioning was, apparently, about to begin.
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 01:35:26</strong>
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				An icy cold finger traces up one inner thigh, teases across her exposed mound, and down the other.<br><br>"Why are you protecting the ones who sent you to die?"<br><br>The question is followed almost immediately by a stinging slap as a leather paddle falls across her ass.
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				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 02:05:14</strong>
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				Lucy gritted her teeth, angry at the invasion.&nbsp; What the hell?&nbsp; She tries her bond, trying to pull her wrists apart, to yank her feet from their bonds, but with no luck.&nbsp; Twisting her head, she tries to see what's going on just as the paddle falls.<br><br>"Fuck you.&nbsp; What the hell do you think your'e doing!"&nbsp; she lets he anger get the best of her at their treatment.&nbsp; It's almost enough to quell the feeling of panic she feels at her helplessness.&nbsp; <br><br>She tries to retreat into the calm place that she'd been trying to maintain, but it's difficult.&nbsp; "Orton, Lucielle.&nbsp; Captain, Untited States Air force." 
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 02:09:11</strong>
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				Two more stinging blows, one to each inner thigh, follow immediately.<br><br>"You forgot your enlistment number."<br><br>The icy finger traces the length of her slit gently.<br><br>"Why are you protecting them?"<br><br>Another stroke on her ass.
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				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 02:16:39</strong>
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				She kpet her fight up, but it was apparent that she'd been bound expertly.&nbsp; The pain, she could handle.&nbsp; It was the humilition of being bound naked while some russian whore fingered her.&nbsp; She ground her teeth, hissing out the words.&nbsp; <br><br>"I don't know what you're talking about.&nbsp; I'm not protecting anyone."
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 02:22:24</strong>
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				"Of course you aren't."<br><br>The next stroke, and the next, and the next three after <em>that</em> fall in rapid succession, no questions asked or quarter given.<br><br>"They sent you to die, and here you are, shielding them with your body.&nbsp; Why?"<br><br>This time, the paddle falls slat on the table, making a horribly loud noise...<br><br>"Talk to me, Lucy.&nbsp; Explain it to me."<br><br>This time the finger lingers a while longer, brushing her clit gently.
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				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 02:29:31</strong>
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				The strikes sent waves of pain through her body.&nbsp; Don't say a word, she told herself.&nbsp; Don't say a word.&nbsp; But the seeds of doubt had been planted.&nbsp; Who had sent her here to die.&nbsp; She shook her head.&nbsp; There just fucking with me.&nbsp; Not one word.<br><br>Then the finger again... this time lingering.&nbsp; This was truly much worse.&nbsp; Not only because it was so humiliating but because it sent a spasm of pleasure though her.&nbsp; She tried writing it off as the cold making her shiver, but in the back of her mind, she knew better.&nbsp; <br><br>"I. Don't. Know. What. Your're talking about." she said, spitting out the words.
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 02:32:48</strong>
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				The teasing continues, this time nudging her clit directly.<br><br>"Or do you embrace your intended martyrdom so easily?&nbsp; Did he mean that much to you, that you preferred to die rather than see him marry another woman?"<br><br>The finger withdraws...and a moment later the paddle strikes her ass, her thighs, her ass again...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 07:27:55</strong>
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				Lucy actually prefered the paddle to the invasion of her body, despsite the fact that it stung on her cold and naked flesh something fierce.&nbsp; She shivered at that remember feeling, the woman's touch, and she felt herself blush.&nbsp; She'd been trained to deal with a lot of things, even rape, but this... she wasn't even sure what to call this.&nbsp; Seduction?&nbsp; Things had spiraled out of control to quickly for her to deal with it.&nbsp; <br><br>"Who?" she grunted, wondering at her questions.&nbsp; They were personal, not at all what she would have expected.&nbsp; "Who are you talking about?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 18:25:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There is a pause, and then she feels a cane slapping across the back of her thighs.<br><br>"Single woman."&nbsp; WHAP!! "Difficult personal life." WHAP!! "An unfortunate accident waiting to happen." WHAP!! "Or be engineered." WHAP!! "Whose flight plan were you following?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 18:40:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She cried out, the feel of the cane cutting her, pain stinging through her flesh without mercy.&nbsp; <br><br>"Classified." she managed, renewing her struggles to free her hand, trying in vane to cover her thighs, protect her tender flesh.&nbsp; "I'm not at liberty to say."&nbsp; the last word came out as a cry of anguish.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 18:42:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The cane strikes her sore ass rapidly, more times than she can count, each stroke harder than the last.<br><br>"Was it you?&nbsp; Or was it written for you?&nbsp; It's a simple question, my dear."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 18:47:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her toes curled and she bit her lip, trying not to cry out again.&nbsp; "Orton, Lucy." she managed between clenched teeth, but the flurry of blows continued.&nbsp; She couldn't take it anymore, god help her.<br><br>"For me..." she gasped, her chest heaving, the cold of the room and the table against her skin long forgotten.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 18:51:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"There, that wasn't so hard, was it?"<br><br>The cane stops.&nbsp; A moment later the probing finger is back, teasing her from clit to anus and back again.<br><br>"They gave you a flight plan.&nbsp; You followed it exactly, didn't you?&nbsp; Trusting that all was well.&nbsp; Secure that your own people would not send you into harm's way unknowing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 19:03:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shuddered with the sudden switch from pain to pleasure.&nbsp; Training had never covered this.&nbsp; Already she was being thrown a loop.&nbsp; <br><br>"Y-yes.&nbsp; No!&nbsp; I told you.&nbsp; It was a navigational error.&nbsp; Veered from set course."&nbsp; she closed her eyes, knowing that she'd blown it.&nbsp; She tried twisting her hips to escape the woman's touch, dreading what was to come next.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 19:06:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The finger continues its uninvited probing and teasing, but doesn't penetrate...just keeps lightly teasing.<br><br>"So of course you would not know that you were violating the airspace of a sovreign state without permission.&nbsp; And as a mere pilot, none of your lofty superiors would have bothered to tell you such a crucial detail.&nbsp; How interesting."<br><br>The finger withdraws.<br><br>"Are you a lesbian?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 19:18:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What kind of question is that?&nbsp; No."&nbsp; now that the finger had withdrawn, she wished it hadn't.&nbsp; God, they were messing with her head.&nbsp; She swallowed, trying to think straight.&nbsp; She was a Captain in the United States Air Force.&nbsp; She was better then this.&nbsp; <br><br>"I don't have to tell you people anything."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 19:20:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"This is true.&nbsp; You don't.&nbsp; But cooperation..."<br><br>The cane strikes her again, repeatedly.<br><br>"...means less of that..."<br><br>Then the finger teases her clit again.<br><br>"...and perhaps more of this.&nbsp; Or not.&nbsp; Now, are you a slutty little rug-munching dyke or not?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 19:24:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She glared, humiliated at the warm dampness that was spreading between her thighs&nbsp; "Up yours!&nbsp; You can't do this.&nbsp; I have rights under the Geneva Convention.&nbsp; I demand to talk to your superior officer.&nbsp; Pronto."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 19:29:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah, back to that.&nbsp; You know what is happening in, what do they call it?&nbsp; Gitmo.&nbsp; Your own people do not follow the rules they insist others adopt.&nbsp; And my superiors have a simple solution to that particular bit of hypocrisy."<br><br>She rummages about with something, and then something like a small set of tweezer clamps locks on her clit.<br><br>"You are possibly unfamiliar with the idea that prolonged arousal is painful."<br><br>Something smooth, egg-shaped, and slightly larger than thumb-sized pushes its way into Lucy's damp pussy.<br><br>"Let us test this, shall we?"<br><br>The blonde woman reappears, walking around the table and setting down a chair.&nbsp; She has a small remote in one hand.&nbsp; Taking her seat and crossing her legs primly, she holds the control where Lucy can see it clearly.<br><br>"Do you know what this is?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 19:40:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucy listened with growing horror to the woman's words.&nbsp; They were serious.&nbsp; This was no head game, they were really throwing the rule books out and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.&nbsp; Worst of all, she wasn't sure if she had any of the answers that they were looking for.&nbsp; The clip on her clit was uncomortable, but not painful... yet, she amended, dreading what was to come.&nbsp; She squirmed, but what ever it was inside of her was firmly in place.<br><br>Staring at the device in the blonde's hand, she licked her lips nervously.&nbsp; <br><br>"Not really, no."<br><br>She was afraid, however, that she would soon find out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 19:44:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It is a remote control for the small yet powerful vibrator now sitting just under your G-spot.&nbsp; You understand Pavlov and his dogs, yes?&nbsp; Same idea.&nbsp; For every answer that pleases me, you get this."<br><br>She thumbs the control, and now Lucy knows what the clamp is for--it channels some of the incredibly intense vibrations from the egg directly to her clit.&nbsp; Then the intense stimulation stops.<br><br>"For answers that displease me, or when I simply feel like hearing you cry for mercy, you get this."<br><br>There's someone else in the room!&nbsp; A paddle strikes her left thigh, left cheek, right cheek, and right thigh in swift succession.<br><br>"Do we have an understanding, my little butch?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 19:50:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				it took her a moment to regain her voice.&nbsp; Just the few moments that the device had been on had been enough to make her quiver with pleasure.&nbsp; She could feel her heart beating in her chest and her breathing had quickened.&nbsp; Her nipples, now stiff and sensitve, rubbed against the rough surface of the table making matters worse.<br><br>The paddling almost felt good.&nbsp; At least it was something she could deal with better emotionally.<br><br>"I told you all I know."&nbsp; she said, frustration and pain clear in her voice.&nbsp; "I got a little off course.&nbsp; It was a mistake." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 19:54:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now the paddle strikes her harder and harder, across both cheeks, until the blonde holds up a hand...some ten strokes later.<br><br>"Please do not resort to that particular lie again.&nbsp; You know and I know that it simply isn't true.&nbsp; You've already admitted that you didn't draw up the flight plan, as well as your own ignorance of the situation on the ground."<br><br>She frowns, tilting her head to one side.<br><br>"Why did you break off your engagement?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 20:02:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She fought back tears, both of rage and pain.&nbsp; Pressing her lids closed, she held on, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry.&nbsp; Why did they care about her engagement?<br><br>"I caught him cheating on me."&nbsp; she finally admitted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 20:06:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The vibrator turns on for an eternity of fifteen seconds.<br><br>"With your former best friend."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 20:09:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her body shook on it's own accord, waves of pleasure rolling through her.&nbsp; &nbsp;She thought it would never stop, prayed that it would, then wished it hadn't.<br><br>"Yes." she gasped.&nbsp; "With Sheila."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 20:12:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So.&nbsp; And her older brother just happens to be a fellow pilot."<br><br>The blonde appears to think this over.<br><br>"And your ex-fiance just happens to fuck your best friend.&nbsp; Or perhaps she seduced him.&nbsp; Not that it would matter.&nbsp; Tell me, how did that feel, catching them?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 20:22:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucy eyed the blonde, her thoughts a ragged mess.&nbsp; Did they have to pull her through this again?&nbsp; Depending on her answer, she'd either get beaten or the device would be turned on again... she didn't want either, but given the choice...<br><br>"How do you think it felt?&nbsp; I felt betrayed."&nbsp; She closed her eyes, remembering that moment.&nbsp; She had felt as if she'd nosedived into the earth, the shock and pain of the moment... it had been the worst moment of her life.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 20:26:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Seeing the woman you wanted most in the entire world in the arms of your intended?&nbsp; Yes, I imagine it would have hurt.&nbsp; So here's a cheerful little thought to tide you over.&nbsp; What are the odds that she might have done it <em>just so</em> you would find your way here?"<br><br>The vibrator turns on again, for twenty seconds.<br><br>"Her brother is a fellow pilot, after all.&nbsp; She would know that unit efficiency and cohesion would suffer."<br><br>And again, for another twenty seconds.<br><br>"Ah, but could it be she was hoping to pry you from him to have you to herself?&nbsp; Curious idea."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 20:45:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tried to think, but it was impossible to do with the vibrator on.&nbsp; God help her, when it shut off she found herself actually humping the table, trying for relief.&nbsp; To have that kind of pleasure build so fast and then to have it shut off like that was worse then she cold have imagined.<br><br>"What are you talking about, she..." <br><br>and then it started again, leaving struggling at her bonds once more, losing track of time, wishing it would stop, praying that it wouldn't.<br><br>She lay there when it was done, breathing heavily, feeling her juices leaking out of her, mingling in her pubic hair, pooling beneath her hips.&nbsp; She couldn't even recall the question now... something about Sheila wanting her?&nbsp; What were they trying to make her believe?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 21:00:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm merely tossing around an idle speculation, of course.&nbsp; But <em>someone</em> wanted you to make that one fatal mistake...and they engineered a situation that would make sure of it.&nbsp; Not very comforting, is it?&nbsp; But let us consider the facts."<br><br>The paddle falls across her ass...<br><br>"You were flying a stealth-enabled aircraft with an EW mission load."<br><br>Another swat.<br><br>"You were on a simple line of flight that should have put you at another airbase...a simple ferrying mission."<br><br>And another...<br><br>"Yet that flight plan included no warning about local borders or air defense, even though the planners must have known that you would invite a response if you followed orders."<br><br>And another...<br><br>"A distraught pilot, recently broken up, flies her expensive aircraft straight into the teeth of a small neutral nation's paranoid air defense network.&nbsp; I wonder what your right-wing commentators will make of that?"<br><br>Then the vibrator again, for a full minute...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 21:11:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				By the time the minute was up, she was unable to think straight.&nbsp; She only vaguely recalled herself pleading with the blonde woman, asking her to stop, then begging her to let her cum.&nbsp; Her cheeks burned with shame at the memory, but she could do nothing about it, even now....<br><br>"Please... don't stop... d-don't..."<br><br>She tried to think, but couldn't.&nbsp; What was it they were implying?&nbsp; Her thoughts were muddled, shaky.&nbsp; <br><br>"It wasn't my fault... followed the flight plan.&nbsp; Just doing my job."&nbsp; her words were clipped, as she gasped for breath, trying to slow her heartbeat as she lay heaving for breath, belly pressed against the cold table top, thighs quivering.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 21:25:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The vibrations cut off at once.<br><br>"Of course, dear.&nbsp; Not your fault at all.&nbsp; They set you up, didn't they?&nbsp; To punish you.&nbsp; To hurt you."<br><br>For the first time, the blonde sounds genuinely sympathetic.<br><br>"And you were a good soldier.&nbsp; Such a pity."<br><br>Then she hits the switch again.&nbsp; This time, she doesn't seem inclined to turn it off again...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>15-04-2006, 01:02:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucys fists tighten, trying to ride out the waves of pleasure that build quickly inside of her.&nbsp; Soon it becomes too much and she feels the beginning of an orgasm.&nbsp; She shuts her eyes, trying to will herself to endure it, but her body betrays her and soon she is writhing on the table, gasping for breath and moaning.&nbsp; She cums, crying out loudly, and still it continues, not giving up.&nbsp; <br><br>The sweet relief she had wished for never comes, and she spasms again, crying out this time, she entire body shaking with the force of her orgasm, and still it continues....<br><br>She loses count of how many times she has come... two? three?&nbsp; More?&nbsp; It become unendurable, more pain then pleasure.<br><br>"P-p-please, make it stop."&nbsp; she begs, her sensitive flesh feeling every imperrection of the table, her clit throbbing painfully as another wave washed through her.&nbsp; "God dammnit make it stop!" she cries out, sobbing with the effort.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-04-2006, 05:29:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You understand, now.&nbsp; This can also be suffering."<br><br>Suddenly, the vibrations stop.&nbsp; Her hands are unbound.&nbsp; The ropes around her ankles are loosened.&nbsp; A dirty-blue jumpsuit is laid on the table where she can reach it, her uniform (now folded neatly) set beside it a moment later.<br><br>"I suggest you wear the jumpsuit.&nbsp; No need to soil and damage your uniform."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 00:35:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				All she could do was lay there for a moment, unable to comprehend what had just happened.&nbsp; When finally she did move, it was slowly, with much deliberation.&nbsp; She stretched her arms out, her muscles sore from her treatment, and stood up as best she could, still slightly dazed.<br><br>Finally, she reaches out and picks up the jump suit and dressed slowly, still somewhat shakey.<br><br>"Now what?" she asks the blonde, unable to meet her eyes.&nbsp; Instead she looks around the room for her unseen assailant, sure that this is far from over.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 02:20:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The dark-haired Tatar girl is still there, a whip in her hands.&nbsp; She watches Lucy dress, licking her lips idly and blowing the distraught pilot a kiss.<br><br>"What happens next will depend on how cooperative you are feeling.&nbsp; Remember that there is always something worse that can happen to you, yes?"<br><br>The blonde officer knocks on the door, which opens.<br><br>"Take her back to her cell.&nbsp; Gently.&nbsp; No need for a repetition of what happened last time, is there?"<br><br>The guards, both of whom seem a bit bovine (big, strong, and dumb), salute and gesture for Lucy to come with them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 02:31:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucy looks away from the dark haired girl, unsettled by her presence.&nbsp; She seems to be enjoying this too much, are her thoughts.&nbsp; At least it wasn't Sheila.&nbsp; At some point in time, she become suspicious of her presence, a suscipition obviously planted on purpose.&nbsp; Psychological games and they were winning.&nbsp; She hoped she'd have time to try and recover before the next round.<br><br>She doesn't resist as the guards lead her from the room.&nbsp; It's obvious that they could out power her, even if she had some sort of plan.&nbsp; For now, she had no choice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 06:22:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The guards don't manhandle her on the way to what proves to be a fairly nice holding cell.&nbsp; That is to say, it looks like any American brig rather than the sort of rat-hole Lucy might have expected.&nbsp; It still isn't terribly comfortable.&nbsp; There is a bare bench along one wall and a toilet in the opposite corner.&nbsp; That's it.&nbsp; The bench is neither wide nor long enough to lie down on comfortably, and the humming fluorescent lights flicker in just the wrong way...<br><br>It's likely to be a long night.&nbsp; Day.&nbsp; Whatever.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 17:58:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucy sat on the bench, wincing at the sound of the door shutting on her.&nbsp; She was in for a long, uncomfortable stay.&nbsp; She thought about trying to get some sleep, but one look at her accomadations didn't look all that accomadating.&nbsp; Besides, despirte being worn out physically, her mind was still abuzz. <br><br>&nbsp;She knew they were just trying to plant seeds of doubt in her mind, but still she wondered if there was some truth there.&nbsp; Had she been set up?&nbsp; Did Sheila have something to do with it?&nbsp; And, more importantly, why?&nbsp; <br><br>She sighed unhappily.&nbsp; It promised to be a very long stay.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 18:11:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				An indeterminate amount of time later, the door swings open.<br><br>"Prisoner, report to interrogation," a guard bellows...understandable even with his vaguely Slavic accent.&nbsp; A moment later two guards enter and seize her by the arms.&nbsp; She is hauled along corridors and stairways...not the same way she got here...before finally being rudely deposited in a chair before the same Tatar girl from yesterday.<br><br>The vaguely Asian woman does not even look up from her file.&nbsp; She continues writing for several minutes before lifting her head and calling out: "Take the prisoner back to her cell!"<br><br>The door swings open.&nbsp; The guards seize Lucy again and drag her back to her cell, setting her down on the bunk.&nbsp; They leave.&nbsp; The door slams shut.<br><br>A few minutes later, the door swings open.<br><br>"Prisoner, report to interrogation!"<br><br>Lather.&nbsp; Rinse.&nbsp; Repeat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 18:22:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After a while, Lucy lost count of how many times she'd been taken out and brought back to her cell.&nbsp; The first time, she'd felt a sliver of fear in her belly, wondering what the dark haired woman had planned for her.&nbsp; Then bewilderment at being taken back.&nbsp; And now...?&nbsp; <br><br>Now she just wanted to get whatever it was that they had in store for her over.&nbsp; Everytime they sat her down, she hoped that they'd finally stop this game and get on with it.&nbsp; And then, when they put her back in her cell, she began dreading the sound of the door opening, the same phrase uttered over and over, wondering if this would be the last time this time.&nbsp; <br><br>She was growing exhausted as well and had been trying to snatch bits and pieces of sleep between the visits, but it seemed that everytime she would finally fade off, she was awoken and taken out to the room again, only to be brought back...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 18:25:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucy is set down on the chair again, for the umpteenth time in who knows how long.&nbsp; The blonde officer, however, is not seated behind the table--she's seated on it, legs crossed primly.<br><br>The door swings closed.<br><br>"Strip."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 18:38:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucy looks confused for a moment at the change in routine.&nbsp; The realization that something different was happening was such a relief that she didn't even worry at what the order might mean.&nbsp; Unzipping her blue jumpsuit, she stripped it off quickly, stepping out of it.&nbsp; Picking it off of the floor, she folded it automatically before sitting down again, legs pressed together, her arms crossed across her breasts as the cold quickly takes hold of her flesh again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 18:41:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Knees apart."<br><br>The blonde takes a moment to critically appreciate the view.<br><br>"You need a shower.&nbsp; Come."<br><br>She hops off the desk and knocks on the door.<br><br>"Prisoner going to the showers.&nbsp; I will escort."<br><br>She turns back and taps Lucy's shoulder.<br><br>"Move it, pilot.&nbsp; Unless you'd rather smell like an overheated horse all month."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 18:51:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucy jumped at the touch, not expecting it.&nbsp; A shower.&nbsp; A little bit of normalcy and a welcome relief to the routine they had been putting her through.&nbsp; She almost said thank you, but then remembered where she was, who the blond woman was, and said nothing, merely nodding and standing, waiting for the guards to&nbsp; came in and&nbsp; escort her once more, this time somewhere other then her hated cell.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 18:54:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The guards do not approach.&nbsp; Instead, the blonde lifts one eyebrow.<br><br>"Come along, then.&nbsp; Unless you think you can find your own way to the showers."<br><br>Ah, of course--<em>she</em> is going to escort Lucy.&nbsp; And what evil thoughts that must give rise to must make the pilot tremble.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 19:02:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucy blinked, nervously, and looked at the guards, then at the blonde.&nbsp; She licked her lips, her breath quickening slightly.&nbsp; The guards had been safe.&nbsp; The blonde... scared her.&nbsp; Not as much as the asian girl, she had to admit, but still...<br><br>She swallowed, nodding her assent, not trusting her voice.&nbsp; She stood, trying not to shiver and waited for her captor to lead her out of the room.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 19:04:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The showers are not too far away...eight shower-heads, four on each side of a small tiled room with a drain in the center.<br><br>"Get in there and scrub up."<br><br>The blonde leans against the door-frame, blocking the only exit.&nbsp; It seems Lucy won't be getting much privacy around here.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 19:09:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucy begans to scrub up, enjoying the feel of hot water against her flesh.&nbsp; For the first time she is warm.&nbsp; She turns her back towards the blonde, self conscious suddeny.&nbsp; Used to showering in the gym or the private lockers, she never the less feels uncomortable with the blond watching her.&nbsp; <br><br>She thinks back to her 'questioning'... this morning?&nbsp; last night?&nbsp; yesterday?&nbsp; and the intimate hand between her legs and is suddenly nervous.&nbsp; She glances over at the blonde, wondering what's going to happen next and suddenly the shower loses some of it's appeal.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>As quickly as she can, she washes, anxious to get this over with.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 19:12:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Something wrong?"<br><br>The woman smirks.<br><br>"Take your time.&nbsp; You may not get another shower for a long time."&nbsp; After a short pause, she smirks again and adds "Don't mind me.&nbsp; I'm just here to make sure that you don't do anything unfortunate."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 19:14:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucy igored her comments, scrubbing herself throughly and then rinsing, taking enough time to do a good job, but not wanting to linger longer then she had to.&nbsp; When she was done, she shut the water off and looked about for a towel.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 19:16:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Done so soon?"<br><br>The blonde lifts an eyebrow.<br><br>"The towel, you will have to earn.&nbsp; Turn the water back on."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 19:20:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				lucy eyes her, not liking what she hears.&nbsp; "Listen.&nbsp; I don't know what you want from me.&nbsp; I don't understand why you're asking me all these things.&nbsp; I keep telling you, I don't know anything.&nbsp; &nbsp;Why won't you believe me?" She hears the note of desperation in her own voice.&nbsp; It shocks her and she says no more.&nbsp; So soon?&nbsp; She always thought she was tougher then this, but the last months had been so... hard.&nbsp; <br><br>She stood there, trying to look defiantly at the blonde, refusing to turn the water back on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 19:23:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Are you being uncooperative?&nbsp; Turn that water back on or I shall have to get...unpleasant.&nbsp; This is your last chance."<br><br>She holds a taser aloft and grins nastily.<br><br>"Resistance is futile."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 19:35:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucy eyed the taser, her hand moving slowly to the faucet, then stopping.&nbsp; All she wanted her to do was to turn on the water.&nbsp; There was nothing wrong with that, was there?&nbsp; And then what?&nbsp; Wasn't this the first step to complience?&nbsp; She needed to take a stand somewhere.&nbsp; It was just a shower, for god's sake, she thought, arguing with herself.&nbsp; Yeah, and then what?&nbsp; Where does it stop.<br><br>She stared at the taser, and her hand slowly fell back to her side.&nbsp; "No." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 19:40:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Suit yourself."<br><br>And, alas, she uses the taser--at range.&nbsp; When Lucy regains coherence, she's on the floor, wrists bound to ankles.&nbsp; The blonde is in here with her, straddling her waist, fingers pinching and tugging one nipple.<br><br>"What was the point of that little exercise, dear?&nbsp; Testing my boundaries?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 19:53:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tried to roll over and escape, but her muscles were too stiff and sore to put up any sort of a resistance.&nbsp; Still, she fought against the rough handling as long as she could.&nbsp; "Get off of me, bitch!"&nbsp; she spat
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 19:57:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This earns her a hard slap across her breasts, and another harder pinch.<br><br>"Manners!"<br><br>The blonde reaches back for something out of Lucy's line of sight...<br><br>"I was hoping you'd be nice and compliant by now, but I suppose I understand that now is when you'd try to defy me.&nbsp; I should have been stricter with you, it seems.&nbsp; A pity."<br><br>The object is a police baton.<br><br>"Now where shall I put this?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 20:04:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucy froze at the sight of the baton, testing her bonds and realizing that she's not going anywhere anytime soon.&nbsp; She closed her eyes waiting for the first blow to fall before registraring the blondes words... where...?&nbsp; Thinking of her earlier treatment, her imagination soon came up with some uncomfortable answers...<br><br>"You wouldn't dare!"&nbsp; She had meant it as a threat, but it came out a worried whisper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 20:07:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Really?&nbsp; You just called me a bitch.&nbsp; That calls for some sort of punishment, don't you agree?&nbsp; Now, I was just going to order you to finger yourself while I watched, but since you've decided to be unpleasant..."<br><br>She takes a bottle of oil from up off the floor behind Lucy and dribbles some of it over the club, spreading it everywhere.<br><br>"Did you ever let your man shove his cock up your ass before?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 20:18:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She resumed her struggle, vainly attempting to wiggle free, but bound as she was, it was futile.&nbsp; <br><br>"None of your business."&nbsp; She managed, her eyes going fearfully to the oiled baton.&nbsp; She shivered at the thought of the blonde using it on here, knowing that it would hurt as much as any beating she might administer.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 20:23:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Did you <em>enjoy</em> having his cock rammed up your ass?&nbsp; Or were you thinking too hard of your little girlfriend?"<br><br>The blonde slaps Lucy's breasts again, leaving a thin coating of oil behind.<br><br>"Did you see them together?&nbsp; What was he doing?&nbsp; Did you stop and watch him shoot his load in her mouth, on her face, in her pussy..."<br><br>Roughly pulling Lucy's legs open, she positions the club just so and pushes it against (but not yet inside) Lucy's pussy.<br><br>"Did you touch yourself later, remembering the sight of his cock down her throat?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 20:33:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She struggled vainly.&nbsp; "Shut up! Shut up!" she growled, grinding her teeth.&nbsp; The blonde's questions though brought back the memory of that night.&nbsp; She'd walked in on in his private quarters... Sheila had been down on her hands and knees moaning like a banshee, while Dan held her hips and was fucking her hard.&nbsp; She'd just stood there staring in shock, unable to do anything but watch as he started to cum, calling her all sorts of dirty names... <br><br>She gasped, brought back to the present by the feeling of the baton against her cunt, a terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach.&nbsp; She was going to rape her with it.&nbsp; Suddenly, she wondered if she had make the right choice... <br><br>"Please don't... I'm sorry... please?" she knew she should be strong, but this was more then she could handle right now...&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 20:37:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Too late!"<br><br>The baton nudges her a little harder, forcing her lips apart.<br><br>"Did you watch him fuck her in the ass?&nbsp; Did she scream for it?"<br><br>This time, the blonde pinches Lucy's clit firmly.<br><br>"What did she say to him as he pushed into her?&nbsp; Details, bitch-toy!&nbsp; Give me details and I might let you come before I shove this up your ass."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 23:38:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				God, she was really going to do this.&nbsp; Lucy fought her bounds, but it was obvious that there was nothing she could do to stop her.&nbsp; &nbsp; Gasping as the woman pinched her, she finally gave in.<br><br>"Yes.&nbsp; I watched him fuck her and yes she screamed.&nbsp; I just stood there and watched without saying a word as my he fucked her.&nbsp; She called her his 'slutty little bitch'&nbsp; as he rode her and she kept begging him to fuck her harder."<br><br>Tears filled her eyes as she remembered the scene with humilitation.&nbsp; "When they were all done, I just walked out of there and slammed the door shut.&nbsp; The last thing I saw was that bitch smiling.&nbsp; She didn't even have the decency to look ashamed!" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 23:53:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How long did you watch?"<br><br>The club pushes harder...still not sliding inside her, though.<br><br>"Remember it fondly, do you?&nbsp; Touch yourself while thinking of watching his cock sliding in and out?"<br><br>The woman lets go of Lucy's clit, reaching around to dribble a bit more oil on the point of contact.<br><br>"Or were you such a lousy fuck that he went elsewhere?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 00:35:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It had been dark and she'd been quiet.&nbsp; She stood there for at least 3 or 4 mnutes in the shadows of the doorway.&nbsp; <br><br>"A few minutes.... long enough to know what was going on, and no! I try not to even think about it."<br><br>She twisted in her bonds, thankful that the woman had let go of her.&nbsp; The intamacy of that contact was hard to take, worse then the acutual physcial discomfort.<br><br>"No!&nbsp; Things were fine between us.&nbsp; Sex was good..." she blurted it out without thinking.&nbsp; After all, the same thought had been in her head ever since.&nbsp; Had she been so lousy in bed?&nbsp; She knew that she wasn't the most imaginative lover, but she was always energetic and tried to please him.&nbsp; He'd never complained... had he?&nbsp; Not to her at least.&nbsp; Maybe he was doing all his complaining to Sheila.&nbsp; The blonde was getting to her again. She wouldn't let her.&nbsp; She was through answering questions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 02:06:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A pity.&nbsp; But then, he would have lied to you anyway."<br><br>The woman's fingers clamp down on her clit again, and the club presses even more firmly.&nbsp; A little more pressure is all it will take before it slips inside her pussy...<br><br>"They do such things.&nbsp; Just as they are willing to kill someone to cover up their indiscretions.&nbsp; Or perhaps she is the guilty party--best friend steals your man, then frames you?&nbsp; It's possible."<br><br>A little more pressure...so close to penetrating...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 07:37:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucy did everything in her power to clamp her thighs together, but it didn't seem to make a difference.&nbsp; The pressure on her clit sent mixed messages of pain and pleasure through her, something she didn't know how to combat.<br><br>"I don't believe you.&nbsp; She might be a bitch, but she'd never do anything like that.&nbsp; She was my best friend, for god's sake."<br><br>Suddenly, she laughed, realizing how surreal this all was, discussing her affairs with this... woman, like girl friends out for a drink or something.<br><br>"Listen.&nbsp; I don't care what you say.&nbsp; I have rights.&nbsp; When your superiors learn about this, there's going to be trouble."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 14:59:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My superiors will ask why I didn't just ram this up your ass the first time."<br><br>The club suddenly slips inside Lucy!<br><br>"Then they will ask why I didn't turn you over to the guards for a little light entertainment.&nbsp; And after that, they will ask why you aren't kept naked and penetrated all the time.&nbsp; So no, you have no 'rights' that they'll care to discuss."<br><br>Another inch inside...then another...and her fingers keep pinching Lucy's clit...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 17:42:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucy gasped.&nbsp; She was really going through this.&nbsp; She had a hard time believing the blonde... she had to be acting without orders... didn't she?&nbsp; What if no one else knew she was here?&nbsp; &nbsp;What if she'd been abandoned here?&nbsp; She felt the baton pushing slowly inside her, stretching her cunt painfully.&nbsp; The fight suddenly went out of her.&nbsp; She just wanted it to stop, to go home, somewhere far away from base where she didn't have to see that bastard Dan and his whore every day and smile and pretend that nothing had happened.<br><br>"Stop.. please?"&nbsp; this time it wasn't said in defiance... her words were quiet, pleading. She flet a flush of shame tint her cheeks.&nbsp; She should be stronger then this, but right now, she just wanted it to stop.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 17:51:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The baton pushes deeper.&nbsp; The woman rubs her clit, teasing lightly with her fingertips.<br><br>"Why should I stop?&nbsp; You did not cooperate.&nbsp; You must be punished.&nbsp; That is the only way to convince you that cooperation is the wiser choice in all cases."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 23:59:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt so hopeless.&nbsp; She couldn't even fight back if she wanted to and right now she was losing the will to even want to try to stop the woman.&nbsp; She shivered, her muscles feeling the strain of being tied like this.&nbsp; <br><br>"I promise to... " what was she saying.&nbsp; She had to hold out.&nbsp; For god sakes, she was a trained Air Force pilot.&nbsp; She didn't get to be Captain for nothing.&nbsp; Closing her eyes, she vowed to say nothing more.&nbsp; They could punish her all they wanted, but she would remain silent.&nbsp; She hoped.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 00:08:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The club, which is definitely thicker than her ex-, pushes deeper still.<br><br>"You remember your little lesson from the other day, yes?&nbsp; Denied orgasm.&nbsp; Imagine what that will be like when you are nicely filled and still helpless.&nbsp; I can keep you on the edge for hours, until you confess every single sordid detail of whatever I ask."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 00:13:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could feel it inside of her, filling her tight pussy.&nbsp; Even Dan's cock had taken getting used to at first and this... this was hard and unyeilding.&nbsp; She wondered if she was going to push it all the way up inside of her.&nbsp; She didn't think she could take that for very long.<br><br>"You've gotten all your going to get out of me." she said, with a grimace, hoping that was true.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 00:21:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Really."<br><br>And then the blonde grips the handle firmly and waggles the club back and forth, pinching Lucy's clit <em>hard</em>.<br><br>"You seem to respond well to a little pain.&nbsp; Let's see how much you can really take, shall we?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 00:24:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned, shaking her head, trying hard not to cry.&nbsp; This wasn't fair!&nbsp; She hadn't done anything to deserve this.&nbsp; Stiffling her tears, she turned her head away from the blonde, gasping in pain as her clit was pinched, a pain like nothing she'd ever imagined before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 00:29:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still waggling the club, now moving it slowly in and out of her prisoner, the blonde pressed her finger against Lucy's anus.<br><br>"Now here is something a naughty slut like you must have done at least once..."<br><br>And presses in, slowly sinking in until her finger is up Lucy's ass to the hilt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 00:39:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even worse then the club was the finger in her ass.&nbsp; Dan had always wanted to do that... not with his finger, but his cock, but it wasn't something she felt comfortable with, and had always steered him away.&nbsp; She had wondered, more then once, if that was why he'd gone to Sheila.&nbsp; She obvioulsy didn't have a problem with it.<br><br>She grunted, trying to resist, her anus muscles pusing against her finger, but to no avail.&nbsp; The worst of it was, she was beginning to feel wet and she could feel her nipples stiffen with anticipation, something she couldn't hide from her tormentor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 00:44:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahh, so you do enjoy this!&nbsp; Is it perhaps you would never let him do this to you?&nbsp; Such a strange thing, is it not?"<br><br>The blonde's finger wiggles, even as she pushes the club a little deeper...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 00:52:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Unable to do a thing to stop her, Finally she gives up fighting... somehow, it hurts less when she relaxes, almost to the point of... well, not pleasure, at least not yet.&nbsp; Tell my body that, she thinks, fighting the feeling in between her legs.&nbsp; She shivers, a mixture of fear, cold, and... delight.&nbsp; It had been so long since she'd had sex.&nbsp; And now, this.&nbsp; She fought the urge, but it slowly began taking over her senses.<br><br>"Oh god..."&nbsp; she moaned.&nbsp; "Please..."&nbsp; but whether she meant please stop or please don't stop, even she didn't know anymore.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 00:54:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Please...what?&nbsp; Please put a second finger up my virgin ass?&nbsp; Please push that thing deeper into my pussy?&nbsp; Please whip me, fist me, hurt me, fuck me anyway you please?&nbsp; Do be specific."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 01:00:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shook her head.&nbsp; God, no... none of those... <br><br>"Please... I... Please..." she moaned again, softly, unable to think straight.&nbsp; Please stop please stop!&nbsp; Tell her to stop!&nbsp; "I don't know!&nbsp; Why are you doing this?&nbsp; It's not supposed to be like this!&nbsp; Stop it!"&nbsp; The last two words came out in a whimper.&nbsp; "God help me, I can't take this any more."&nbsp; She whispered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 01:04:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The club is suddenly pulled all the way out of her pussy, even as a second finger is added up her ass.<br><br>"Going to make me guess what you want, then?&nbsp; You should have just cooperated."<br><br>The blonde gives a sharp, unfriendly, barking laugh.&nbsp; Then she pushes the club back against Lucy's pussy, teasing her with the threat of penetration.<br><br>"We are going to make you bark like a little bitch doggy before we let you come."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 01:12:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She'd just grown.. well, not used, but able to deal with one finger up her ass, and now...?&nbsp; She cried out, struggling weakly.&nbsp; She suddenly imagined the club up inside of her instead of the fingers and stilled.&nbsp; The blonde bitch had total control of her.&nbsp; She'd never felt this helpless before.&nbsp; Co-opereation suddenly seemed like the better option.<br><br>"I'm sorry.&nbsp; Please, stop.&nbsp; I'll co-operate.&nbsp; I promise.&nbsp; I promise not to fight it anymore." she pleaded, not caring anymore.&nbsp; She just wanted to be back in her little cell by herself.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 01:47:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The fingers in her ass speed up.<br><br>"Oh, you say that now...what will you say when I am nice again?&nbsp; You will not cooperate, I think.&nbsp; Such a naughty little slut you are!&nbsp; We must teach you to behave."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 01:52:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, I will, I promsie.&nbsp; Anything, just don't..."&nbsp; she'd never imagined this, and now... it hurt, enough to make her groan in pain, but she couln't deny the feeling that was spreading between her legs, making her twitch in her bonds, desire blossomed and she found herself slowly moving her hips back and forth as she was fingered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 02:02:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Teasing the club back inside Lucy, the blonde pushes both fingers inside her victim to the hilt and holds them there...<br><br>"The next time I tell you to finger yourself in the shower, what do you do?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 02:14:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucy sucked in her breath, holding very still.<br><br>"Finger myself." she says in a small voice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 06:23:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Very good.&nbsp; And are you going to show the slightest hesitation before doing so?"<br><br>The fingers in her ass wiggle slightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 23:55:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No!" she cried out immediatly, not wanting this to go on any longer then it had already. "I won't, just don't... do that anymore?&nbsp; Please?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Purpose of Interrogation...(MadPanda &amp; Monkeygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-04-2006, 02:27:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't do what, exactly?&nbsp; You know, I could probably get another finger up inside you.&nbsp; I think you might come if I did that..."
			</dd>
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