Pumping the Suspect for Information

The tortured screams of the terrorist that so recently filled the halls, only to be abruptly stifled, made Lydia justifiably nervous as Bonnies hands roam across her naked body. The shackles jingled as she tried to wriggle away but having her wrists magne-clamped to the ceiling by such a short chain prevented her escape. In spite of her **** situation, she was enjoying herself at least a little; many of the taunting officer's had noted her wetness.

The naked secretary gasped tenderly as Bonnie’s fingers penetrated her pussy. “Shhhh, little treat,” Bonnie ordered removing her wet fingers and placing them on Lydia's lips. “Save your pretty voice for telling the captain what he wants to know. Otherwise, we'll have you screaming yourself hoarse pretty soon.”

“Ha,” Manne chuckled, giving Lydia ass a hard smack as he walked by. Making the startled girl swing closer into Bonnie. “Nothing wrong with warming up the vocal cords.”

“We all know your a good clam licker or else Roth wouldn't have made you her assistant, but you'd better do a good job even with him up your ass." Watching Manne leave, Lydia gave a meek nod that was little more shudder. "Or her," Bonnie added while thumbing towards a strap-on clad Mako.

Tennings ignored the screams filtering in from the hallway as he read through Miss Roth’s files. The trophy secretary had replaced Blondie as the crews main outlet for their frustrations at their job, the state of their world, and their lost ideals. As much as Tennings would like join them in hate-fucking the corporate sellout, he had work to do. And Miss Roth was giving him a lot of work. Reviewing the deleted files gave him more questions than answers. Lydia had tried to wipe a folder full of information on potential clients. These were all apparent businesses that no one seemed to own, nor did they actually do or sell anything. It was a hairball of shell corporations, subsidiaries and silent partnerships and all Tennings could tell was that there was something fishy about the whole business.

"Get her in here.” Tennings neither raised his voice nor did he look up from the terminal. Nevertheless, the screams switch from inarticulate wails to heavy panting as the officers cease their ****. Bonnie and Manne, both topless, half dragged, half carried the petite prisoner into her former boss’s office.

She was a real mess. Splattered along her chin and flushed cheeks was the cum from all of Tenning’s officers. Her hair, so perfect when Mako first found her, was tangled and messy from the officers using it as a hand hold. Pale flesh glowed red along her breasts, pussy and ass where she had been spanked by the relentlessly strict men and women. Tennings’ nostrils flared as he smelled the result of his officers work, the tangy scent of lust. It’s weird how he had come to associate that smell with his job.

“Lydia,” he turns the monitor towards her to provide a better view from her prone position. “As far as I can tell, you haven’t really done any business with anyone. I just wasted an hour of my life searching for anything I can find on the companies in this list and all I have to show for it is a boner I got from listening to what my officers did to you. Now I’m about to put it to use, and how I do that is up to you. If you tell me something that will ease my frustration, I’m going to feel less angry. Understand?”

Lydia nods, exhausted and ****. “These companies are exactly what they look like. Ah!” She squeals as Bonnie prods her. “Sir! They just satellite affiliates that Miss Roth set up to protect Remar’s clients.”

“Congrats convict. You just told me that what I already know.” Tennings stands up. He is the only one of his officers who is still completely clothed. In spite of that, the shape of his dong is still clearly visible through his pants.

“No, wait! Please, I can’t help you!” She squirms against Manne’s saucer pan sized hands. A pale bosom smashes against expensive and rare hardwood. “I told you, Miss Roth set those up herself.”

She wails in discomfort as Bonnie shoves two of her fingers up Lydia’s ass. “Don't you fucking lie to me!” Bonnie screams. “I swear I’ll shove my entire fist up your ass if you don’t give us some names!” It’s amazing how good all of his officers had become at playing bad cop since the “revolution.” Unfortunately, the revolution also got rid of all the good cops.

“Amex Securities!” Bonnie wails desperately. “They’re the security firm we use. A bunch of those are dummy corporations for them.” Tennings frowned at that. As a cop, he thought he knew all the major players in security game. Since the coup, they had become much more prevalent, especially around big mega corps like Remar. Some of them held down entire districts, which was fine by Tennings, since he didn’t have to worry about those patrols. But he had never heard of Amex before.

Tennings nods to Bonnie and she begrudgingly removes her fingers. “Command, Tennings on station bravo,” he says putting his finger to his ear. “I need a records search on Amex Securities.” Tennings nods. “Confirmed. Will check-in at 0137. Tennings clear.”

The oversized officer drops his pants and moves behind the covnict, his subordinates stepping back as he takes position behind the raven haired sex pistol. “Well suspect” A tip red as an apple pushes against her soaked lips. “In thirty minutes I’m going to get a report on this Amex Securities from central intelligence. You have until then to tell me everything you know about them. Anything you share with me will be noted at your trial.” Without further ado, Tennings gets his dick wet.