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al-911 · 19 hours
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The interrogator slid open the left hatch, and began his questioning. These budget cuts had him literally working three times harder, having to run three interrogations at once for "efficiency savings". Sigh.
Predictably, the first prisoner claimed not to know anything about any codes. He closed her hatch, and administered another dose of sensitivity gas into the box her head was in, hearing the muffled laughter change in pitch as it kicked in, the tickle bot continuing its tireless work.
He opened the middle hatch, and began his questioning. Another tough girl, she claimed she didn't know anything about the location of the guerilla hideout. He closed the hatch, administered her a dose of the sensitivity gas. The prisoner's bare feet really strained in the stocks, she was a screamer. Ugh, this was going to be a long day.
Hatch number three opened. The prisoner within must have been insanely sensitive, she immediately started babbling a stream of numbers, which was a strange response as the paperwork said she was supposed to be in for a confession of tax evasion...
He closed the hatch, and gave her a dose of the gas for good measure. Shuffling paperwork, he debated going to admin for clarity... but the bosses would dock his pay for wasted time. No, he had to sort this. But there was the possibility they were in cahoots, trying to throw him off with inaccurate information...
He opened all three hatches, and was greeted by a cacophony of tormented laughter and muddled coordinates, codes, and confessions as the three women begged for the machines to stop tickling the soles of their artificially sensitised feet.
"Ladies, there seems to have been some kind of mixup. It is possible I am asking the wrong questions to each of you. However, I have to exercise due diligence and determine which of you is meant to give up what information. So, bear with me. We'll get this sorted out, then we can all go home- well, to your cells. It's Friday, so let's get this done..."
He closed the middle and right hatches, and dosed them up again.
"So, number one, let's get started. What is the code, where is the base, and/or, confess!"
Number one cackled hysterically, but managed to squeeze out between the laughs "I'll... I'll nehehever talk!".
Oh for God's sake... I'm going to be here forever. He closed the hatch, dosed her up, and reached for his phone to tell his wife he'd be late for dinner.
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hypnogogyc · 6 months
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Every song has a final note.
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zanephillips · 18 days
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KYLE GALLNER Interrogation 1.08 "P.I. Charlie Shannon vs Eric Fisher 1996"
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whumpy-bi · 6 months
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But just…I feel very strongly about a Whumpee being tortured for information they just don’t have. Whumper is certain they know, they are totally convinced Whumpee is lying through their teeth.
Whumpee wants to scream if they hear that goddamn question one more time—but they have no choice, Whumper will keep asking until Whumpee cracks.
But they’ve cracked a long time ago, they just don’t know.
Whumper tells them over and over—“If you’re honest, we can stop. You can lay down, I’ll even get you a drink. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
But Whumpee just wails and begs them to stop, even as Whumper asks again. They just don’t know.
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one-time-i-dreamt · 1 year
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I was a police officer and I was interrogating someone and I needed to figure out if his left arm was Italian.
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http-prettycupid · 1 year
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Sweetness
Alejandro Vargas x fem/reader(18+)
COD/MW2
[Slight breeding kink,]
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Your back is straight, your legs are crossed, your smile so sweet under your circumstances it looks sick. Encased in a metal confine, surrounded by men who can kill you in a few seconds, you’d have to play in their game. So you continue your streams of enigmatic answers to their interrogation.
“Valeria’s right.”
Your objective in this whole missile mishap, mission, or whatever the hell people would call it is simple. Everyone just seems to think other wise. Money talks and you keep the conversation going. It just so happens that your morals revolves around dollar bills, in pesos, pounds, or any forms so long as you can cash it in the bank.
“ That’s it. Hmph! You’re working for her? Over her? With her? Cual es?”
Alejandro who’s growing tired of your answers, breaks in a huff of frustration. He grew sick of Valeria’s taunt and now he has to deal with a new face that’s somehow less mouthy but much more vexing. Although his growing curiosity about who this vixen is maybe the real cause of his pent up anger.
“Guapo, if you want me to keep talking you’d have to pay me.”
You literally have to bite back a laugh at how the brunette you heard the men call, Alejandro turn slightly pink at the nickname. He honestly could not begin to comprehend why the way you called him handsome made him so flustered.
Flirting to safety wasn’t the first plan but if that’s what it takes, you know now how to begin. You couldn’t fully speak Spanish but even if you don’t speak at all you’d still have his eyes on you.
“How about this. Since this is most important to you…I’ll tell you first.”
That sickly smile now completely focus on Alejandro as the rest of the men seem to uncomfortably shift in their stance while waiting for you to continue.
“I’ll even discount my answers, if everybody else scrams.”
A chuckle slips through your lips as they somehow actually begin to consider your terms with quick glances at each other. Then letting out a huff, Graves orders everyone out of the metal container leaving only you and Alejandro.
Oh how easy it is for you to bust out of here.
They actually left. Although they may be outside, they left you alone with no restrains, unarmed but gifting a delicious man fully equipped.
You don’t know how to put your finger on it but every since meeting him on the roof of the cartel lieutenant’s mansion, Alejandro made you want to tease him. Getting captured with Valeria wasn’t part of the plan but staying that long in the Mediterranean home wasn’t either. Who could predict in the midst of your side hustle a whole ass swat team would ransack the place.
They’ve probably also figured out that you don’t have much loyalty towards Valeria and work for someone else completely, seeing how much authority you had in a house full of cartels. Even the mafia don’t treat their guests like royalty but they most definitely wanted your blessing. Now it was their job to decipher why and why not also ask about the missiles since you seem to know plenty.
And that’s what led you here, under interrogation in a metal container. Although with your skills you could walk away free, you’d be a little disappointed having to end your fun here.
“Well-”
“Ah! My price first.”
Pressing your index finger on Alejandro’s lips seemed to startled him just a tad. But that might be him not realizing how close you were to him.
“I’d have to see about transferring you pesos-,”once again the man is hushed by your finger. He’d be so entertaining to break, you’d just have to get closer. With his rifle out of the way…
“Aww, sweetling. I never said you’d have to pay me money,” taking a chance you stepped closer. Your front now pressed against the gun, you look up to study his face. His eyes are heavy, pupils blown, kissable lips slightly parted as he took a sharp intake of air. Oh and the way his Adam’s Apple bobbed as he gulped down his nerves. You knew he’s guard is on the edge of a drop.
Ugh! Who knew a man could look so appetizing that your the one feeling like there’s a 70ft drop before you. Come on! This is no time to be a pussy.
“Uhm…no?” Gosh the way his accent soaks into the smallest words that he lets out soaks your panties. Your starting to question if you’d break first.
“No. Do you want to know what my price is, Alejandro?” You keep your voice as light as your right hand when it reached his gun and sweeps it seamlessly out of the way. Fuck! Why are you getting so nerved.
Finally standing on your tippy toes you move to his left ear, leaving light breathes that caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up. As smoothly as it went your right hand delicately traces its way from his chest, shoulders and then to gingerly rub the stubble along his jaw and upper neck.
Let’s just hope he doesn’t hear the heart beat bashing on your chest.
Come Y/N! Swallow those timid valor! You never had them before today.
With your mouth tracing his earlobe you continue the teasing. “Alejandro…fuck-please touch me.”
Aight, it’s up.
You knew the butterflies in your stomach at the start should’ve been a sign to take caution. Flirting your way to safety would’ve been easy if you weren’t getting wet feeling the hardness pressing on your stomach.
Your statement should’ve been confident and alluring but it escaped you sounding way too desperate with the airy whimper.
On top of that the soft grunt he made when you pressed your front harder on his cock had you rolling your eyes. Fucking hell! There’s no way a man can have this much affect on you!
“Ah-fuck. Alejandro, I want you to touch me. Mmhp…wanna feel you inside me, fuck your cum into me. Oh god, please. I’ll tell you anything. Just please, please fuck me-
You couldn’t even finish before he lost his senses, dropping the gun and dug his big hands into your waist. Sliding his gloved palms downwards, the brunette then lifted you into that solid body of his and rushed to press your back on the metal wall.
Your hands weaving into his hair as his mouth went to work on your neck. His chest pressed so tightly against yours that your breathe heaved even more and oh did those heavy pants and small whimpers egged him on.
The self-assured and flirtatious vixen now starting to melt in his palms and she looked so enticing all the while. Her cropped black tank top strap had fell off her shoulder, leaving more room for him to kiss and gnaw at. Her also black spandex they had left her in after ridding her cargo pants full of weapons and ammo was not doing a good job covering her neediness. Taking a quick glance he could already see her leaving wet patches on the front of his jacket. The sight alone made a moan slip out of him. If that wasn’t enough his hardness was aching in his pants, begging to be relieved.
“La hostia! Muñeca-my cremalle-mi zipper princesa”, even with his rushed sentence you understood. Hands leaving his hair, you reached his belt buckle. Then with some shuffling it came loose with sufficient room for you to unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, pulling it down just enough to also bring his boxers with it.
His tip immediately bumped your lower ass before you started to take him in your palms. With steady strokes, feeling the veins along his length, his girth that your fingers and thumb barley touched, you knew he was just a size too big. His pre-cum ran down to your palms making you instinctively lick your lips and pant. This might sting but you can already feel your girl pulse and drool for him.
“Alejandro,” with a whine you unhook your legs form his waist. Your feet meeting the ground again before you began stripping for a man you met just a few hours ago. And he absolutely ate up the sight before him.
Left in only your panties, damp skin kissed by the hot sun of Las Almas. The man wanted to ask what did he do for The Lord to bless him with you? Or perhaps it was the Devil that sent you to him. You just looked so heavenly and sinful. Hair now loose from the braid it was in, the stray strands framed your beguiling face. He had a thought you might’ve just been playing his heart strings to get your way but your doe eyes and pouty lips that are begging him to continue throw those thoughts away. He wanted to know about your stories, what made you came to Las Almas. Beyond the stories of missiles and the cartel, why you’d put yourself in such danger. But that would have wait for another time.
Alejandro rushed to hike you back up, this time roughly pressing his hot lips to your pillowy ones. Heavy breathing bounced off the container’s walls as the two bodies take in as much air as they could while devouring in each other’s rousing scents, electrifying touch and the thrilling environment they were currently in.
This was supposed to be an interrogation…
You flirted often, yes. But you definitely weren’t the most experienced with intimacy and with the pace Alejandro’s tongue moved into your mouth, you knew the footing on your plan had completely crumbled away.
He pressed his body harder on yours, gripping his right hand on your hip, taking in as much of you he could. Your small mewls that left your lips. Along with the strings of sounds, the smell of vanilla blended with coconut and some florals. It’s like the man couldn’t pick up on the musky scent of sex as his left hand made its way to your panties.
“Mierda. You’ve runined your panties Muñeca,”
You moaned in his mouth as he reconnected your lips. Pushing your panties to the side before he rather impatiently inserted his middle and index fingers, as if to test your readiness for his cock. With a gravely grunt Alejandro began working in your pussy that was now making a mess all over his digits. He reluctantly paused his ravaging in your mouth once more to look at his work below.
“ Fuck Muñeca! Your pussy’s already in love with my fingers. Imagine how much she’ll love my cock stuffing her full, hm.”
All you could do was mewl and curse into his shoulders as he stuffed your throbbing womanhood. This smug man then begin to laugh at your current state.
“Que pasa, Muñeca? What happened to that assertive vixen telling my men to scram so she can bargain for her safety?”
It was now your turn to blush. You couldn’t for your life begin to think anymore. His scent was intoxicating you, hints of cleanly soap, gun powder and musk was enough to make you lose your mind. What else? His voice and accent. God have mercy you could cum with just his talks alone. AND don’t even get started on his long fingers working in and out, now pairing with his thumb on your clit.
You can feel a certain knot tying itself in your stomach, the twisting feeling caused your body to tremble and your eyes to brim with tears. The increase in volume and movement was a dead giveaway that you were close. Even so, Alejandro removed his hand from you core, cutting off the high that had been peaking thus far.
“N-no, please. Please, Alejandro.” Fuck. Your watery eyes with those lips that he made red and swollen caused his cock to drip. Such a pathetic plea and face along with a moan of his name.
“Aw, I know guapa. I just wanted to give that needy pussy of yours something bigger.”
With a taunting pout, Alejandro then gripped your sides before a hand left to guide his cock to your messy hole. He then let your body slowly slid down his length.
“Mierda! Your so tight. And what a fucking mess your making of my pants, princesa,” he couldn’t help his strangled moans as you took him in so willingly with the most welcoming clench on his manhood.
“Alejan-fuck! Too much.” You whine with hazy eyes as tears fell from the sting as well as the delight of him bullying his way inside.
Alejandro the tease only chuckled at your words, “your doing so well princesa, taking in my cock. Come on, you can take all of it.” He sang praises as he continue to slowly sink into you, kissing away the tears that had fallen on your flushed cheeks.
When he finally bottomed out he pulled back up to the tip before refilling your sloppy pussy and setting steady pace. Your volume now becoming alarmingly loud so as to prevent his team from hearing, his lips were back on yours.
Of course if the team hadn’t heard your voice already they probably hear the wet squelches as Alejandro’s cock picked up the pace. Feeling you flutter around him and hearing your increase in volume he began slamming so hard you couldn’t help but drip down his balls and to the floor.
Legs wrapped tightly around his waist, armed draped over his shoulders while he worked you up and down his manhood. You dissolved into putty in his arms, only able to babble incoherent words into his mouth. Saliva was slipping from the edges as he continued his assault in your hot cavern. Every audible cry you began to muster with your lips parted and connecting to his with a string of wetness would dissipate as he ate them up.
Ya, as if the team could hear…
The team catching on to Alejandro’s ‘special interrogation’ was the last thing he cared to pounder about anyways.
“Mmm, princesa. Your pussy’s a real fucking treat.”
And his cock is making you drunk.
“After this I’m never letting you leave.”
And you didn’t want to.
“You gonna let my breed your pussy, hm? Cum deep inside your filthy hole?”
“Fuck Yes! Please, please! Give your cum please.”
Alejandro’s pretty done keeping your voice down. Besides, he may as well give his men a treat hearing your pretty cries for his cum and cock that they would never indulge in themselves.
“Cum on me then, Muñeca.”
Just like a magic command, the build up in your core since Alejandro’s fingers fucked your pussy snapped.
Your high came crashing down in tremors and sniffling sobs. So out of breathe you barely finish chanting his name, whiteness covering your vision you’d think you were going to heaven. And what’s an even better feeling then this high heaven? His cum pumping into you as he groaned and thrusts it in deeper. More moans pass through you as Alejandro couldn’t help but grind his seeds into your hot mess, now leaking with his cum.
“Ugh, mierda. Your going to get me in trouble guapa.” With a soft laugh Alejandro peeked at the mess you two made below before his gaze carried back to your fucked-out face. God, just your face alone was making his length stir again.
BANG BANG!!
“Fucking hell! There better good intel after you guys clean up whatever mess y’all made in there!”
Ghost’s voice could be heard from behind the container door as strings of snickers followed. Keeping his gaze on your heavy lids that were now blown wide from the sudden startle, Alejandro knew he’d have to continue this later.
“Ya, ya.”
Yup. You weren’t leaving even if you spill your whole life story to the Spanish man.
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whumpshaped · 3 months
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Coul we get drabble where a captive whumpee confides in a carewhumper who is seemingly more kind and empathetic than the rest of their guards/ captors only to discover that carewhumper is the leader of the group and is behind all of their torture. Big fan of your blog, love your toxic caretaker stuffs <3
tw betrayal, captivity, implied torture, interrogation, manipulation
“They’re going to kill me,” Whumpee whispered, clinging to Caretaker’s pants like a lifeline. “Please. Please, you have to help me. Please.”
“Whumpee…”
“Please! You’re– you care, right? You care much more than they do! You brought me water, you– you tried to help! You’re the only one I have in this place!” Their voice shook terribly, but they tried their best to hold onto the hope that had been sustaining them for the past weeks. Caretaker’s sympathetic looks. Caretaker’s gentle touches. They cared, Whumpee knew they did. “Please. Please, don’t let me die.”
“I can’t do anything for you unless you give up the info, Whumpee. I’m sorry. I’m trying to keep them at bay, but… they’ll only keep you around for so long without… a use,” they said, wincing a little at the wording. “I’m so sorry. I know this is a horrible situation. I know you would never give up–”
“I will,” they choked out. “I… I will. I, I d-don’t want to die… Will you protect me if– if I tell you?”
Caretaker nodded. “That’s– well, that’s the only way I can reasonably protect you. But… Are you sure? I mean– fuck, I’d hate to see you dead, Whumpee. But are you really sure?”
Whumpee bit their lip, trying to think of their team, trying to think of the torture they’d withstood already, the secret they’d been protecting… But their team hadn’t come for them. The only person who had been there for them was Caretaker. The only person with a realistic chance to save their life was Caretaker.
“I am. I am, if, if you’re sure you can protect me. Please. Promise me.”
Caretaker pried off their fingers from their pants so they could hold their hands instead, and they crouched down to be at eye level with them. “I swear it. I’ll make sure you’re safe and protected.”
Whumpee weakly nodded, then crawled even closer so they could tell Caretaker everything in hushed tones and broken whispers. They didn’t know why. After they told Caretaker, Caretaker would tell everyone else. Who were they hiding it from, really? But they couldn’t bring themself to speak the words any louder.
“Thank you,” Caretaker said gently when Whumpee finished. “Thank you.”
“I just want t-to live,” they sobbed miserably. “Please. Please help me live.”
The doors were suddenly thrown open, and Whumpee flinched away from Caretaker, terrified that their secret allegiance would get them both in horrible trouble.
“Boss, there’s been an issue,” the guard said, and Caretaker gave them an annoyed look. “Fuck, I– I’m sorry–”
“Doesn’t matter. They’ve just told me everything.”
Boss?
Whumpee stared at Caretaker, too confused to speak. Caretaker looked back at them with a mock-apologetic smile. “Whoops. I guess my cover is blown, then. But hey, at least you now know I definitely have the power to ensure your safety.”
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grickle14 · 6 months
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The Pug wasn't giving the cats anything.
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pratchettquotes · 6 months
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Angua felt that she was beginning to understand the way Carrot asked questions. He asked them by not asking them. He simply told people what he thought or suspected, and they found themselves filling in the details in an attempt to keep up. And he never, actually, told lies.
Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms
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Truth Serum
Whumper has dosed Whumpee with truth serum and it hasn't worn off yet when they're rescued. 
When Caretaker instinctively asks, "What happened?" They don't expect Whumpee to mechanically recite every detail of the torture they endured.
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tsubaki94 · 5 months
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9 Scar reveal/ Interrogation/ Presumed Dead
Ai-less Whumptober
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al-911 · 3 months
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Are you ready to talk?
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hypnogogyc · 8 months
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i have developed feelings for your Oliver design
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zee-rambles · 8 months
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Day 3 of @sariphantom ‘s Rise August Art Challenge
I’m so NOT good at drawing yokai, but I couldn’t resist.
Based off this dumb thing lol!
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whumpy-bi · 6 months
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Whumpee watches through blurred, rapidly darkening vision as a new person pushes Whumper out of the way.
Even from their position on the floor, Whumpee can identify the newcomer is wearing the same uniform colors as their torturer. Different clothes, but…the same colors, Whumpee was sure of it. They moaned quietly—were they changing shifts?
The voices were distant. They bounced around Whumpee’s head like an echo along cave walls.
“Whumper. What have you done?”
“I…was questioning the detainee, Commander.”
“Questioning?” The newcomer’s voice rose a little. Whumpee half registered them looking down at them. “They’re half dead!”
“Well, they wouldn’t answer my question—“
“They can’t answer any questions, not like that.” They dropped to one knee, ignoring Whumpee’s mumbles of protest as they shined a flashlight across both of their eyes.
“You’re lucky you didn’t kill them, Whumper.”
“What does it matter? They’ll probably be executed, anyway—“
“This prisoner is under my authority, do you understand? It will cost all of us if they die, but especially me. Which means you will be the one paying for it. You won’t be questioning them again.”
A long, uncomfortable silence enveloped the cell as the commander pulled Whumpee up to sit against the wall. Whumpee was silent and pliant, their entire body still aching from earlier.
“What did you do to them?”
“Standard procedures…blunt force, electric shocks—“
“Back to back, clearly. And why is there blood on the wall?”
“I…may have thrown them against it.”
“Whumper, you’re dismissed.”
Whumper left without another word, feeling a burning sensation from their commander’s harsh tone.
Whumpee closed their eyes, finally losing themselves to exhaustion as Commander sighed and spoke into their radio.
“Prisoner was injured during questioning. May be a concussion—“ They tapped Whumpee’s jaw. “Hey, stay awake. Stay awake.”
“May be a concussion, prep a medical bed. I’m taking them in myself, Whumper is no longer authorized to deal with this one.”
The words were starting to blur and mush together, Whumpee couldn’t make sense of them anymore. They weakly attempted to squirm, shifting away from the high ranking official looming over them.
“Stop moving.” Their voice wasn’t exactly gentle, but it wasn’t quite harsh either. Whumpee found themselves obeying, despite their fear and the increasing haze in their mind.
“I’m not hurting you. Do you understand me?”
Whumpee managed a weak nod.
“Good. You will be questioned again, but not now. Now, you’re receiving medical attention. I’m telling you not to fight us, it will not help you whatsoever. Do you understand?”
Another smaller nod.
“Good. Let’s go, before you actually pass out on me.”
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Wednesday, sharpening a knife: We've have methods for making people talk. *Hands Enid the knife*
Enid: *Cuts a piece of cake*
Interrogatee: Can I have some?
Wednesday, slamming a hand on the table: Cake is for talkers!
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