"I just want to ask you some questions"

"All I want is to ask you some questions," you say with a smile.

The Ranthian narrows her eyes at you. "You'll never get anything out of me. **** me all you want, but I won't talk."

You smile. You've definitely got **** on your mind, but not the kind that she's thinking. One of the many things that Eldren taught you was the art of interrogation, particularly when it came to females. He taught you that inflicting pain would usually strengthen the prisoner's resolve, and what you had to do was make the prisoner want to tell you what you needed to know.

You reach down and palm her hairless slit. "What's your name?" you ask, tracing a finger along the outer lips of her cunt. She looks confused. "What are you doing?"

You raise your eyebrows in a look of innocence. "I'm just asking you your name. You can tell me that, can't you? Or is that such a closely guarded secret?" She tries to back away, but the restraints have her held in place. Placing your other hand on her ass, you hold her steady and she can't escape your touch. You feel her moistening, and you know that your ministrations are having the intended effect.

"All I'm asking is your name."

Sighing in defeat, she answers you. "My name is Tula." You stick your finger in deeper. She closes her eyes, obviously enjoying it and trying desperately not to. "But that's not all you want to know, is it? You want to know more. I won't tell you more."

"That's okay," you say. "All in due time." You suddenly drop down to your knees, finger still in her pussy, and begin teasing her clit with your tongue. An involuntary moan escapes her lips before she can stifle it. She is now incredibly wet, and you eagerly lap up her juices. It has a sweet, honey taste to it, nothing like anything you've tasted from a natural human, and much better than even specially engineered pleasure clones. After a few minutes, Tula begins to gyrate her hips ever so slightly. You've almost got her now.

Kalis looks on dispassionately, her arms folded across her chest.

All this has made you quite hard, and your erection presses uncomfortably against your pants. You quickly pull away, taking her finger out. Tula thrust her hips at you and opens her eyes with a questioning look on her face. You stand up. "Tula, I want to know about the ship you're stationed on. "Never." She looks quite resolute. Just as well, that's the answer you were expecting. Moving behind her, you reach your arms around to cup her heavy breasts in your hands. You play with her nipples, pulling and pinching and rubbing them. "You bastard. I'll see you spaced out an airlock for this." Despite her venemous tone, Tula has once again closed her eyes, leaning her head back and beathing heavily.

You look at Kalis. "Kalis, please attend to her pussy." Kalis drops down to her knees, her faces inches from Tula's wet slip, and she looks up at you. The sight is incredibly sexy. "At once, John." Kalis then dives straight in, attacking the Ranthian's clit with her tongue and rapidly thrusting two fingers in and out of her sopping wet snatch. You feel Tula tense up in your hands as her senses are assaulted by such intense pleasure. What discipline she had is quickly breaking down, and she lets out a few soft moans. You notice her skin begin turning a darker, deeper shade of blue, which means that she is now in a highly aroused state. At this rate, her orgasm will not be far off. She'll never reach it, though, unless she submits to you.