Well, you did get in...

"Your name is {if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif} Abbott, alias Alpha," stated the woman. Her breasts bulged against her tight-fitting suit, bouncing ever so slightly as she paced before you. "You emit pheromones that are intensely attractive to any woman, and seem to be able to hypnotically alter your victims. And the XX League was your next target. Any objections?"

Her dark brown eyes gave you a piercing stare, raising her thin black eyebrows in question. If you had to guess her age you'd say mid-forties, but her skin was unlined and unblemished, giving her a mature but ageless beauty. You can't make out much more of her face, however, as she wears a modernised gas mask over her nose and mouth.

"Well, I believe victims are left worse off after the event than before. Every one of my friends is happier and healthier than they ever were before meeting me." You smile {if Futa==true}innocently. Despite being tied to a chair in a glass cell, you relax against your bonds. As clever as this woman may think she is, it's only a matter of time before she worships you like a goddess.{else}as charmingly as possible whilst being tied to a chair in a glass cell.{endif}

"M-hm," sniffs your interrogator. Her stiletto heels click against the floor as she steps towards you before bending at the waist to bring her face close to yours. This, of course, had the happy side effect of a clear sight-line under her shirt and into her prodigious cleavage. "How did you find us?"

"An international organisation manipulating global affairs? Hard to miss," you smirk.

The woman's voice was hard as steel, each word slow and stern. "Tell me how you found us."

You lean back in your chair and smile easily at her.

"Have it your way," said the woman, straightening up. "Eventually, you'll break."

{if Futa==true}Mei stared at the captive woman inside the prison. She was... extraordinary, nothing like any of the women she had previously guarded in the League's cells. Physically, of course, Mikaela looked straight out of a hentai, with those huge breasts that strained against her tight shirt, a strong but slim abdomen, wide hips and a bum that Mei could only dream of. But this woman, Alpha, also differed in her attitude. Most prisoners struggled pathetically, or shouted impotently, or slumped in submission. This one, though, sat up straight, looking almost relaxed as she studied his guards through the cell's glass walls. Mei's eyes wandered up her impressive body, until suddenly they locked eyes. It felt like a lightning bolt had shot up her spine. Shaking herself out of it, Mei strapped on her mask, stepped through the airlock, and approached the prisoner.

"Water," she said, offering her the cup. Seeing her raised eyebrows, she added, "we're all human here."

"Thank you..."

"Mei," she replied instinctually, before lowering the cup to her lips. For a moment, though, she hesitated. She hadn't expected her voice to be so... sexy. Well, she had expected it to be sexy, but not that sexy. And wow - if she thought Mikaela was beautiful from afar, she had grossly underestimated her. Mei had always been straight, but every part of this woman was like a **** to her.

The glass was soon emptied. Mei's eyes lingered on Mikaela's deep, inviting cleavage for a moment, before she turned to leave. However, a delicious voice gave her pause:

"I hope you don't mind me saying, but of the many femme fatales I have seen here, you are by far the most lovely."

Immediately, a hundred alarm bells began ringing in Mei's mind, but they sounded a dozen miles away. Hearing that from her... she needed more.

"Really?" she said, shyly, clutching her hands behind her back so as to present her chest better. "Do you mean it?"

"Of course," replied Alpha. "See for yourself."

Mei blinked, then looked down between her legs, where she found a prominent bulge. Well, prominent was an understatement: it would take a tentpole larger than her wildest fantasies to make such an impression. At the thought that something as big as that, on a woman as gorgeous as this, was for her, Mei's pussy began to moisten under her catsuit. "W-what part do you like best?" she breathed, stepping closer to her.

"Your tits are so perky, so rounded, so beautiful, almost as much as your butt," Mikaela said smoothly, making the words sound like a poem. "Your chin is so cute, your eyes, deep and beautiful. Your waist is slim, your hips wide, your legs slim but strong. How am I meant to choose which part I like best?"
{else}Mei stared at the captive man inside the prison. He wasn't like any of the many other men she had guarded in the League's cells. Most of them struggled pathetically, or shouted impotently, or slumped in submission. This one, though, sat up straight, looking almost relaxed as he studied his guards through the cell's glass walls. Mei's eyes wandered up his impressive body, until suddenly they locked eyes. It felt like a lightning bolt had shot up her spine. Shaking herself out of it, Mei strapped on her mask, stepped through the airlock, and approached the prisoner.

"Water," she said, offering him the cup. Seeing his surprise, she added, "we're all human here."

"Thank you..."

"Mei," she replied instinctually, before lowering the cup to his lips. For a moment, though, she hesitated. She hadn't expected his voice to be so... sexy. Well, she had expected it to be sexy, but not that sexy. And wow - if she thought he was handsome from afar, she had grossly underestimated him.

The glass was soon emptied. Mei's eyes lingered on Michael's flexed biceps for a moment, before she turned to leave. However, a delicious voice gave her pause:

"I hope you don't mind me saying, but of the many femme fatales I have seen here, you are by far the most lovely."

Immediately, a hundred alarm bells began ringing in Mei's mind, but they sounded a dozen miles away. Hearing that from him... she needed more.

"Really?" she said, shyly, clutching her hands behind her back so as to present her chest better. "Do you mean it?"

"Of course," replied Alpha. "See for yourself."

Mei blinked, then looked down at his crotch, where she found a prominent bulge. Well, prominent was an understatement: it would take a tentpole larger than her wildest fantasies to make such an impression. At the thought that something as big as that, was for her, her pussy began to moisten under her catsuit. "W-what part do you like best?" she breathed, stepping closer to him.

"Your tits are so perky, so rounded, so beautiful, almost as much as your butt," he said smoothly, making the words sound like a poem. "Your chin is so cute, your eyes, deep and beautiful. Your waist is slim, your hips wide, your legs slim but strong. How am I meant to choose which part I like best?"
{endif}{if@ Images!=false}

{endif}

The glass smashed against the floor, as the cute Asian girl mounted you and began to grind against your hard-on{if Futa==true}, her breasts rubbing against yours through your clothes{endif}. "Tell me more," she whispered.

"I want to treat you better than you've ever been before," you say, watching the second guard frantically making her way through the airlock. "I want you to wake up the next morning and be ruined for every {if Futa==true}man alive{else}other man{endif}. I want to -"

"Mei, get off {if Futa==true}her{else}him{endif}!" The blonde guard yells at her colleague, stepping towards you. She's taller than Mei, and the catsuit looks even better on her. She tries to pull Mei off you, but the girl wraps her legs around yours and the chair's.

"No! Let go!" protests Mei, scrabbling at the blonde's face, knocking the gas mask slightly loose.

Her blue eyes instantly widen, as she stops harassing Mei, and instead takes a long, deep breath. When she exhales, her lidded eyes find yours, and you know what's coming.