The Interrogation Room (Bad End)

(This is a smut chapter. Though it should go without saying, please remember that no scenes in this story should be reproduced in real life, and this one is no exception.)

You slowly open your eyes as you adjust to the dim, uneven light filling the concrete room. It’s uncomfortably sparse, containing nothing you can see but a nearby table and some hanging light fixtures. Even more uncomfortable is the way you’re currently arranged. You’re naked, tied to a wooden chair, and unable to move an inch despite the incessant struggling you put up as soon as you awaken. What happened? You opened the steel door in the back of the gym, felt something sharp in your neck, and now… this. To make matters worse, there are strange circular pads attached to you with wires running to an unseen location. One on each of your boobs, one of each of your asscheeks, one on your tummy, and one right above your clit. Whatever this is, it isn’t good, and it isn’t made any better by the feeling that the seat of your chair might have a hole missing in the center…

“So you’re finally awake, prisoner. Good. I was getting tired of waiting for your body to recover.” Out from behind your field of vision steps Lt. Surge, dressed to the nines in a highly decorated military uniform. It clings to her form more tightly than her casual clothing did, telling of a curvier figure, and a far nicer ass, than you expected. For being so short and flat, she’s actually kinda hot… the whole ensemble is brought together by the military officer’s cap she wears atop her blonde hair, now brushed flawlessly to leave not a single hair out of place. Her authoritative appearance is enough to make you nervous, but the deranged smile cursing her lips has you paralyzed with fear.

“As I was hauling your **** body in here, it occurred to me that I knew very little about you, aside from your tendency to mouth off and then fail to back it up. For all I know, you could be a spy sent here to compromise my forces ahead of an invasion. So I’m going to give you a brief interrogation to learn more about your background. You have a problem with that, prisoner?” You shake your head obediently, still stricken by the woman’s presence.

“Good. Let’s start simple. What’s your name, you dumb broad?”

“E-Emilia,” you answer shakily.

“WRONG! What’s your name, prisoner?”

“P-Prisoner?” you ask more than answer.

In response, Surge retrieves some sort of remote and turns a dial, which “rewards” you with a rubber phallus slowly pushing its way through the hole in your chair and into your lower lips. You gasp as it gradually pushes its way to the very back of your tunnel, slowly backs out, then repeats over and over as it settles into a slow rhythm. The remote-wielding woman carefully examines your face as you try not to react. You were likely unsuccessful.

“Next question. Who do you work for?”

“Nobody! I’m not a spy!” you blurt out. No sooner than the words have left your mouth, an electric tingling sensation crawls across your whole body. You look at the blonde in alarm, but the sensations stay relatively mild. Still, it tells of a much scarier fate if you make your interrogator unhappy. The dull static has your nipples and clit standing up as if your body likes it or something. Y-You don’t enjoy being electrocuted, right?

You’re shaken from your thoughts by the scowl on Lt. Surge’s face. “I’m going easy on you this time because, frankly, I don’t think you know the answer. You seem like the type of brainless lackey who wouldn’t even bother to learn her employer’s identity. Next question! What are your intentions in Vermilion City? What are you up to?”

“Becoming a Pokemon Master!” It’s the truth, yet it turns out to be a poor choice of words as a powerful shock runs from the pads on your body, up to your brain, then all the way down to the tips of your toes. Every muscle in your body is **** to tighten in the process. You grip the chair for dear life, clenching your teeth for a few seconds before the shock finally dies down and the light tingling from earlier resumes. Your mind is pretty sure it was scary, but your pussy drools as if begging for more and your nipples ache like they’ve never ached before. Why can’t you get your libido under control?

“Answer my question, halfwit, or you get another shock!” You sing like a canary.

“E-Espionage! I was gathering information. We wanted to know how strong Vermilion’s leader was. You’re too strong though!” You look up at her with your most pleading of eyes, hoping that was enough to satisfy her and set you free.

With a toothy smile, she declares, “That’s what I wanna hear, whore! Spill it!” Another turn of a dial speeds up the dildo plunging into your depths, easily lubricated thanks to the sex juice **** out of you by the earlier shock. The ever-present sparks and quick pummeling your pussy is receiving have you moaning clearly for your tormentor as she watches with malicious glee.

“Next question!! Where are you from?”

You answer between yelps that you’re from Rifure Town, which the formally dressed woman finds highly amusing.

“Ha, seriously? A useless upstart trainer from a useless upstart town, how typical. And she spills her secrets as soon as you light her up with a few volts! Maybe if you were taught in Vermilion City you’d be less useless.”

“Don’t say mean things about Rifure Town!” you fire back.

No sooner than the words leave your mouth, your entire body jolts in your chair, your back arching as far as it can go as dictated by your bonds. Then your mind goes completely white. There’s a sound of someone screaming, but nothing else. It’s like you got struck by lightning and your brain is resetting.

Ugh… What…? You try to get a quick handle on what’s going on, but the only thing that’s really clicking in your mind is the fact that your pussy is thrumming as it cums all over whatever is pounding it. No, wait, don’t cum without your permission, stupid body. You’ve barely solved the puzzle of your where your own slutty moans are coming from when you hear a voice.

“What’s your name, prisoner?”

Uhhh… “Emilia,” you manage.

“WRONG!” Another blast of voltage racks your body, forcing you to grit your teeth as you thrash around in a vain attempt to escape the onslaught. Too much too much too much… Auuuuuggggghhhhh…

“WHAT’S YOUR NAME, PRISONER!?”

“Prisoner!” you yell on instinct, **** to do whatever stops you from getting another dose of electricity. Even if it is kind of intense and thrilling in a way…

“And don’t you forget it! Next QUESTION!” She screams so loudly that the world briefly goes out of focus at the sound of her voice. “Whose prisoner are you?”

No one’s! …Is what you’d like to say. But she’d definitely shock you if you said that. She probably wants you to say her name. Who is she again? Oh, right, Lt. Surge. You feel like you’ve had this revelation before, but everything is a blur as your mind still works to recover from all the shocks.

“ANSWER ME PRISONER! WHO DO YOU BELONG TO?”

“Y-You!” you cede. “L-L-Lieutenant Surge! Pleasedon’tshockme…”

Again, that haunting grin greets you as the dildo plowing into you goes out of control.

“HYAAAAAAAHH!!! *AH-AH-AH-AH!*” You fill the room with the squeals of pleasure being rammed out of you by both the dildo and the lingering remnants of current. Obviously you’re in no condition to answer any questions. And obviously, that doesn’t stop Surge.

“NEXT QUESTION!!!” she screams above your whorish noises. “WHY ARE YOU GIVING UP ON BEING A TRAINER AND A SPY?”

“WHA-AAA-AAA-AAAT?” You’re not! You’re still a trainer… And you’re not a spy…

*ZAAAAAP*

The whole world goes blank, but you can still perceive the feeling of moving up and down as something smashes into your cunt full throttle. Your whole body hurts from locking up its muscles, with the exception of your pussy. It’s like your control over it is completely lost as it spasms out of control, liberally dripping the juices that have been zapped out of you. Sitting…? Zapped…? That’s right, what’s going on…? Why can you feel pleasant sparks dancing across your skin?

“What’s your name, prisoner?”

Easy. You know this one. “Prisoner,” you reply. Wait, who did you answer just now?

“Who do you belong to?” she asks.

“You… Lieutenant Surge…” The answer practically slides itself out of your mouth with no involvement of your own. That reminds you, though. You’re in this room with Lt. Surge. Why are you here…? And isn’t there anything that can cure the agonizing stiffness in your nipples and clit? They’re so painfully engorged. Without you even saying anything, the terrorizing girl walks over and reaches a gloved hand out towards your nipple. Almost there… Just a little more…

“What do you say?” she asks.

“Please…” you utter.

“Please what?”

“Please… Lieutenant Surge…”

Both of her hands clamp down on your boobs, rolling your engorged nipples around with her palms while her fingers press aggressively into your tender titflesh. With the little give you can find in your bonds, you press your chest into her hands, taking in every bit of the excruciatingly wonderful contact. With the dildo still going strong, your body surrenders shamelessly as another series of spasms starts not long after your last. “Thank you thank you thank you” you chant, vaguely aware of the foolish face you’re making, but too lost in relief to care. You’ve barely come down when the hands are gone, replaced by an unbearable surge of lightning once again.

“NNNNNNAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!” you scream. Another electric climax strikes you below, this time forcing you to squirt your girlcum all over your seat, the phallus, and the floor. You can’t deny it, getting shocked is so unbearably good… You’re definitely a slut for getting shocked…

Your nipples got the attention you needed, but your clit is so hard you’re going to lose your mind. Looking up at your warden, you manage one word amidst the reaming your pussy is still receiving from below. “Clit…”

Your wish comes true in short order when a fabric-covered hand presses its thumb right into the too too sensitive nub. “YEEEESSS!!!” you shriek, your clit serving as nothing but a little cum button as it sends you over the edge of yet another unstoppable orgasm. In your pleasure-addled state, you don’t notice the danger written all over Lt. Surge’s face. Everything is fine, as long as you can feel like this some more, right?

*ZAAAAAAAAAAAP*

“FUUUUUUUCK!!!!!” Your mind is fried by voltage way more disorienting than the previous shocks. It’s too much, too intense. No more orgasms. You can’t cum anymore. Rather than shaking or quivering, your pussy has completely given up, stuck in a fully relaxed state and unable to stop the waterfall of love juices. Your head won’t clear up at all this time, making it impossible to figure out where you are, what’s going on, or why you can feel staticky jolts hopping through your nervous system.

“Name?”

“Prisoner.”

“Whose?”

“Yours.”

You answer without thinking. You moan and cum all over the pistoning dildo without thinking. You curl your toes at the electric tingling without thinking. You look up at Lt. Surge without thinking, your eyes totally vacant.

She reaches out, gripping your chin in her hand and angling it upwards. “Good idea to give up on being a trainer, prisoner. You were pretty shitty at it anyway. But you know what?” She moves her face less than an inch away from yours. “I think you’re going to be my best prisoner yet. The face you make while getting electrocuted is exquisite.”

The authoritative blonde drops your chin as she walks to the exit, making no sign of stopping the machine or unhooking you from the constant threat of electric shock. “I’ll be back later, prisoner. Try not to cum your brains out. Or do, it’s not like you’ll be using them anyway.”

“But I can’t cum anymore…”

She doesn’t even turn around as she sets the machine on yet a higher setting. Your body trembles helplessly again, your fate announced by the sound of the steel door slamming shut.