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Chapter 4 by otx otx

What do you do, dear Reader?

The Shadowy Man

The man in the gold pimp-jacket, red satin shirt and purple trousers pulled down to his knees lies strapped to the table. His erect cock would be exposed to the room if it wasn't inside a twelve-inch long black cylinder connected to large cables.

"Well Tyler, or should I say Tyler Wells, are you ready to be pumped for information?"

"You'll never get away with this!"

"I'm sorry Tyler, you just failed Expository Questioning 101. Let me demonstrate what you should have said. Perhaps, Why do you want to impersonate me? Or maybe, Why do you want to know about Skyler? Even a simple, Why are you doing this to me? would have worked. But no; instead you leave me to explain the plan and build tension while I hold the on-off switch. The Piston Interrogator will scan your brain while giving you the jack-off of your life; after all, I put the America Philadelphia simulated stimulator in there, so it will feel like you're up to your balls in Imperatrix. Let's begin at minimum to get you used to it."

The machine starts making little 'whump! whump!' sounds.

Tyler's hips start pumping. "Fuck this is amazing!"

... a short while later ...

"You seem to be getting comfortable with that. How about we turn it up a notch?"

"Yes! Yes!"

The machine starts thumping louder and Tyler's hips push downwards with every stroke. He comes... again.

"Why am I still so horny?"

"That was a better question, Mister Wells. Have you heard of America's Milk? It's a mixture of breast milk and vaginal fluid from the woman you call Imperatrix. A villain mastermind named Doctor Fausto collected both while holding her prisoner, then distilled its essence down to a fine white powder that looks like cocaine. It enhances your super powers if you have them, or gives you them if you don't. It's also the most potent sexual stimulator known in three universes, providing effectively unlimited stamina and desire. The inside surface of the Interrogator is coated with it."

"Ohhh! Yes! Why are you doing this? I mean, don't stop but..."

"Because I need a full scan of your mind. In addition to its obvious function, the Piston Interrogator stimulates your brain and draws out information, which is collected in the semen produced. I need that information, though the process is still going too slowly for my tastes. Let's see what we get if we really open it up."

The thumping from the machine gets almost impossibly loud, but is challenged by Tyler's bare ass striking the interrogation table over and over with incredible ****.

"Ahhh-hhh-ahh-hhh-AHHH-AHH-AHH-AHHHHH! Aaaaaaaaaaaaugh! Empress! Please! AAAAAAAAAAAA..."

"Ah, the hallucinations have started. That's a good sign."

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