Officer Wu, MRC intelligence service

"... Officer Wu, of the intelligence service."

Finally, the lights become bright enough for you to take a good look. She is objectively beautiful. Long, jet black hair trails in a braid from her head, a pair of smart glasses framing an aristocratic face with blood red lips. Her eyes are like granite, hard and cold. Her elegant neck leads to an athletic body, fit for a model. The dark grey, tight-fitting bodysuit accentuates every curve, while the black-with-silver-trim qipao gives her a classical touch.

As she steps closer, she continues speaking.

"I know what you are thinking, me, the brave resistance leader John will never tattle on my fellow rebels."

She kneels next to you, coming closer and closer until her breath tickles your ear.

"You forget that we have methods of making you speak."

She places a hand on your inner thigh, slowly moving it higher until it almost touches your crotch. Unwillingly, you feel something rise deep within you.

"Some of these methods might be painful" she says, giving your earlobe a playful nip. "Others, are much more pleasurable" she whispers, her hand moving up and down over your crotch before sliding in your pants and roughly grabbing your hardening cock.

"And eventually, I will pump" she emphasises the word with her hand "All the information from your mind. And all the seed from your balls. And it seems like your body is quite willing. I can feel the pre-cum leaking and your cock throbbing. We will soon see how freely the mind gives."

Standing back upright, her crotch levels with your head.

"But before you start to speak, we will first need to test your tongue."

And with those words, she slips the front part of her dress up, revealing a pair of puffy pussy lips.