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Flipped-Examination (Wave and KhalDrogo)

WaveVelour

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Neither the lush gardens of the elven capital city, nor the ornate architecture of the lean buildings that stood tall alongside the well-groomed streets; prisoners of the kingdom deserved only the harsh dungeons, where the elegance of this fair race had been spared from them. One didn’t need to wage war against the kingdom to end up in a cold prison like this. Mere words -sharply uttered against the royal family- were more than enough to be considered a serious crime. In this region of the continent, lowly humans didn’t have many privileges. Especially if they were to dare speaking against elven superiority. The law was harsh upon them. And lately, there were a few who lacked the courtesy.

On the lowest basement floor of the building that was reserved for city guards’ shady practices, heavy footsteps of a group of guards resounded within the stonewalls. Golden armor of the men shined brightly in the dimly lit environment of the dungeons. Their quality capes swept the floor as they walked the corridors with an unmatched discipline. Under their gilded helmets, maybe they didn’t talk much, but glared at the prisoners with an unyielding solidity. Although the mere presence of the guards posed a threat, these well-armed men were not to perform the real dirty duties. Among the harsh guards, the real interrogator looked softer in comparison. Her leather-clad curves surely stood out between the woman’s solemn escorts.

When the regulations demanded information to elicit from lippy political prisoners, Alanna did her job rather well. And it was a job she enjoyed performing, maybe more than necessary. Her charming figure covered quite a twisted personality. She didn’t look very menacing, or imposing for that matter, but she hardly went easy on her subjects, hard enough to enjoy their shrieks. Rumors of her crude methods were known to the outside world. Perhaps since people tailored a vile visage for her ugly practices, most prisoners tended to be surprised when they first saw how she really looked. That she actually didn’t look the part of the monstrous torturer, but rather an attractive dark elf.

Shapely frame of the grey-skinned elf gave the prisoners something to gaze at as she stood on the other side of the cell. After all, her leather outfit offered a generous display of her gentle form. Through the gaps between the bars, her amber eyes glanced across the cell. “Little rascals… Just can’t keep your mouth shut, can you?” Alanna scolded the prisoners. “Now…” Soon, her eyes settled on a certain human. One of her slender fingers pointed at him. “You.” She picked her victim. With her decision, the guards unlocked the cell door. “Make sure he’ll be cooperative.” The interrogator smirked. With that, one of the guards swung his arm against the chosen prisoner in a harsh lash. “No… That wouldn’t be enough.” Alanna suggested. And the guard hit the human another time. Her soft digits gestured a beckoning sign. Elven guards under her command grasped the man from his shoulders, unkindly pushing him against the iron bars. Standing upright on the other side, Alanna talked to her unfortunate victim. “Listen up! We will have a little chat.” She added with a meaningful wink.
 
Ezra Corvis... That was the man's name when he was taken. Everyone told him to shut up but how could he? Filthy elves were nothing but fuckholes to be owned and abused, Ezra was just unfortunate enough to be born into the one empire that had a predominant elven population and humans being a minority. He was a middle-class man who was already lucky for a human, with nothing to lose. He had lost his family a year prior in a mob lynch for no reason and his hatred grew and grew, however just simply killing them wasn't enough for him. He wanted to torture and torment them although he didn't get the chance.

One night when he was drunk in a bar he was pushed over by an Elf, he started to argue back, yelling and glaring at the man like he was about to kill him, though what finally got him arrested was when he full blown insulted the royals, in such a way that most of the bystanders had to mentally block his words out later, though next thing he knew he was being beaten up by the mob and finally arrested, thrown into the dungeons which he somewhat preferred over the over-glorified buildings of the elves, a much better reflection of their society in his eyes.

He didn't mind the crappy clothes, so long as there was just something on him, he slept soundly as he waited for the famed torturer to come for him, knowing that under the guise of interrogation he'd be beaten and killed but he would take it all without giving in. His eyes were widened in surprise when he saw the guards escorting the lady who seemed to be the interrogator. He wasn't too surprised she'd picked him, whether it be because of his taller stature, being almost two meters tall or whether because the rest were petty crimes, they were nothing compared to the crimes he had done, the crime of free speech.

He glared her in the eyes defiantly, he was about to say something before being decked in the face with the arm, he barely had enough time to spit out blood and turned back to be beatened again "gahh fuck" he moaned, spitting some more blood and gasping a little from the sting, lingering on his face as he was held up with difficulty and pressed against the bars "ahh ow fuck!" he grunted as he glared defiantly at her. Rather than being intimidated he grinned at her wink, smiling as he struggled to get into a slightly better position "yea... that'd be nice... I've been talking to myself in my head while waiting for you, pretty face" he said as he struggled against the guards a little, showing them that if he used his full strength he could escape just to taunt them "although... I thought... you pretentous fucks greet your guests with teas and a nice comfy seat... not a punch to the face" he said with a smile and fire in his eyes "so... I heard you wanna hear about what I said about the whore and the cunt of a king?" he said, chuckling as he taunted her.
 
In a way, it was admiring how feisty and bold these lowly humans could get. Not all of them maybe, but some certainly carried a distinct flame. Regardless though, Alanna didn’t think highly of humans. Pretty much despised them for their flesh and blood, would have described them as vermin whose sheer existence intoxicated the world. Even the nature itself had spared them from a long life span. Perhaps that was the reason why they tended to be so wayward and rebelling. After all, they didn’t have much time to experience the endless sea of desires. That didn’t mean the elf didn’t enjoy playing with them, like a cat who toyed with her prey. She had an eye for little rebellious souls who deserved to be corrected. Insolent playthings were her favorite, in a sadistic sense. Always far more fun to break and make feel a deep regret.

Looking tall and stark, with his insolence and mockery, her prisoner proved just how good of choice the interrogator had made. Below her platinum hair, she didn’t possessed the same graceful lean form of her high-elf cousins, or stood as tall. Dark-elf heritage came with more protruding curves compared to them, giving the woman a different kind of charm than her cousins. Tall and muscular body before her made her look petite in comparison, although in her eye, Ezra was as small as a rat. Since there was no murder involved in his case report, his punishment wouldn’t be a cold death. Her job was rather making him see the truth, and comprehend it well. A lesson to teach the inferiority of human race. Something to ensure he behaved accordingly from now on, like the obedient little human he was.

Rather irritating smirk of the interrogator stretched a bit wider with the grunts of her prisoner. The sadist inside her pale skin surely enjoyed any song of pain. The promising anticipation of doing her questionable job began to build up. Only the thickness of iron bars to separate her from her victim, her amber eyes glared in the dim room. “I’ll make sure you won’t forget my face… For the rest of your pitiful life.” Her eyes next located one of the guards. She gave them a subtle nod, and they acted. Pulling the prisoner back, the elven guards shoved him to the ground instead. “I would rather listen to your gratitude to his majesty. May mercy and the blessings of the king be upon you.” Her index finger twirled in the air as the interrogator gave a silent command. Two men once again held the Ezra from his shoulders.

“Move this pig to the interrogation room!” Alanna demanded. Her men committed to bring the prisoner to his feet. “While at it, I wouldn’t mind if you swept the floor as well. It looks dusty.” With that, the guards pressed him against the ground again, instead of walking him to the destination, dragging him across the floor. When his hands were shackled behind his back, he didn’t have much freedom to protest anyway. Alluring sway of Alanna’s gifted hips led the way as she walked in front of the group. They shortly reached the interrogation room. The guards shoved the prisoner’s body through the open door. Soon, the charming interrogator entered the place as well. She followed a straight path, walking over his lying body to make him feel the sting of her heeled boots.

The simply furnished room felt chilling and lacking. A large wooden table stood in the middle, a wooden chair at each end. A large map of the elven kingdom was hung to one of the walls. Several cabinets and closets leaned against the others, undoubtedly housing a wide range of tools the dark elf might use in different ways. “That will be all. Leave me alone with the prisoner.” Alanna demanded. Without any uttered words, the guards left the room to return to their posts, closing the thick door of the room behind them. The interrogator locked the door from inside, not to have an uncalled distraction from the outside world. “Tell me your name!” She stood next to the prisoner, giving his side a swift kick. “Oh, wait. I don’t need it.” Her left leg swung in another kick. “You’re just a pesky pig!” A key attached to her hip shook with the swift arc of her leg. Too small to fit into the keyhole in the door. But, about the same size with his shackles.
 
"oh how can I ever forget that pretty face of yours" he said with a smirk to piss her off, winking a little. "huh?" he let out a sound as he was pulled back "urgh" he grunted, feeling his face resting on the cold hard ground. He tried to move a little but not too much, just to put up a resistance. It to the guards a lot of effort as they tried to bring him up on his foot, he just made it hard for them out of amusement, not like there was much they could do. As much as they hated him unless it was stated in their law they wouldn't kill him, they were too honorable, too stupid. He was about to open his mouth in protest as he was dragged along the floor, making muffled screams and cries as he forced his mouth and eyes closed so he wouldn't get the dust into his mouth or eyes. Although if he regretted anything it would be to let them shackle him, making it difficult. Once he was in the room he let out a sigh and relaxed a little, that was until he felt the heels digging into his back, grunting and yelling in pain with each step, wiggling to try to make her fall off.

He spat to the side as she told the guards to leave, being alone with the arrogant bitch just meant he had less to deal with. "you sure you don't want them to stay? I could be quite a handful" he said with a wink in a flirtatious tone. Although he knew it was supposed to be an interrogation room he couldn't help but be disappointed, he was expecting more tools and machines around, some kind of torture table perhaps with blood all over the place. As she told him to tell her his name he opened his mouth to speak "the name's Dik-" he said before grunting in pain from the kick. He glared at her as she told him that she didn't need it before being kicked to the side of the face, blood running from his mouth. He licked it up and spat it at her, the blood landing on her perfect thighs. "The name is Dijkstra Ivankov you cunt, and as for listening to my gratitude to his majesty this is what I have to say" he said as he struggled to stand up, though he did manage with a little effort "fuck the king, fuck the queen and fuck the entire royal family. Those whoresons deserve to go fuck themselves" he said, spitting more blood into her face.
 
Other than being a troublesome human in captivity, not much effort was actually needed to fuel the interrogator’s ill intentions towards the man. He certainly liked to play on her nerves though. Every word of his fanned the flames of misdeed already blazing strong within the dark elf. Whenever she had to deal with a pesky human’s lack of manners, an ugly sensation of making them suffer stroked her senses. This one didn’t seem to fear having the highly uncomfortable company of the interrogator though. A bold, but foolish attitude to strike. Bright elven eyes glaring still, Alanna drew a hand down to her smooth thighs to wipe the blood off her shapely form. Although there had been instances where she painted herself with her victim’s blood, she never liked to be stained with this inferior race’s cheap claret.

Pale digits of the elf slid once another time across her charming face. The blood her victim were so audacious to spat at her turned into a war paint below her devilish eyes. Her job obviously prevented her from openly expressing what she actually thought about the royal family. The same job that dictated the human acknowledged their absolute authority and superiority as well. Her eyes momentarily checked the closed door, before they settled back on the man again. “I don’t give a shit about what you think about the king.” Alanna admitted as the prisoner struggled and rose to his feet. “Calling me a cunt on the other hand…” The nimble elf darted out in a flash. One of her lovely knees swiftly sprang up, hitting the assumingly generous target between his legs in a dirty move. Next, her dominant hand drew a wide arc in the air, ending its rapid travel in a sharp slap across the human’s face.

When his hands were tied, when he was weakened by the harsh environment of dungeons, it was easy to come down on a burly man. Or push him around for that matter. With the boost of her heels, she grabbed a fistful of Ezra’s hair, yanking on it to pull his head down and eliminate the height different between the two. “Too bad I have to make sure you can still talk to fix your statements.” Walking him towards the hardwood table, the elf slammed his head against the flat surface of the furniture. “You and your little friends are worthless pigs Ivankov.” Another time, she made him kiss the table. “Oh, yes. I’ll find them too. You’ll tell me where they are in fact.” Her nails dug into his shoulder as the woman raised his head above the furniture again. “Is that clear?!” There weren’t any nails on the table, but she pummeled his face against it like a hammer. Rapid motion of her shapely hips made the key attached to her waist fall down. However, banging of the wooden table masked the subtle rattling of the key from her pointy ears.

“Down! I didn’t say you can stand!” Alanna sharply pulled him back, laying him across the cold floor where she used to stand, on his back.
 
Dijkstra chuckled as she admitted to not caring about the royals though that smile soon turned to agony as he felt her knee launch against his large cock, since it was larger than most men's it hurted even more than most, making him scream out loud "AHH... FUCK" he screamed as he dropped onto the floor completely though not before he felt sharp pains on his face followed by the sound clap. Though he was about to drop due to the kick he felt her hand pulling at his hair, making him yelp as he felt the tug on it, hoping she didn't completely rip his hair off. He struggled a little but at the odd position he was about to say something in return and fight back but he was met by the face against the table "ahh... fuck!" he yelled as he felt his nose bleeding from it, "ahh" he yelled again as she slammed him into the desk for a second time, making him confused as to what the fuck she was on about, thinking maybe she thought of him as something else.

He grunted, biting his lips as she dug her nails into his shoulders, albeit the muscles helped stop them from going too deep some blood still came of it. "go fu- URGH" he grunted as he slammed into the table again, this was totally humiliating... a person like him who has fought countless Elves and been a great fighter to be humiliated by a whore. He then felt himself fall onto the floor on his stomach, feeling the winds knocked out of his lungs. Though when he did he felt something hard under him... he moved a little as she stood on his back, realizing it was the keys! He moved a little, squirming as if he was trying to get comfortable as he moved the keys up to where he could get it. "oh my sincerest apologies! I never realized how I may have offended you! Please let me redeem myself!" he said, starting off with a geuine voice, making it sound like he was begging before he summoned all his might, knowing that she wasn't that heavy he pushed himself off the floor, lifting her up and making her lose her balance, falling onto the side.

At the same time he quickly moved to get the keys, undoing his shackles and throwing them aside before he got up, grabbing her by the neck and slamming her against the wall, squeezing somewhat tightly with his body between her legs, not letting her hit him as he pressed his body against hers "now then... to make it up to you let's have some fun shall we?" he said as his free hand moved to her breast and squeezed tightly, fondling and toying with her breast harshly.
 
How tall this impudent human actually stood became meaningless when he lay across the floor like a used up rug. That was how the interrogator liked it, staring down at her prisoners from above, let her shapely body cast its shadow upon their beaten form. This was hardly her first dance with a pitiful human. Dijkstra too would soon join the long list of victim’s who had suffered at the pale hands of the dark elf. Pressing one of her boots against her victim’s stomach, the interrogator leaned down a little. “You look a lot better when you’re down there.” Alanna claimed. The key was small enough that she didn’t feel it was actually missing, that it no longer dangled at her hip. Although the elves were attentive creatures with higher senses than regular humans, the overconfidence that came with her previous experiences with prisoners had made the woman a little sloppy. She had always been the one on top, who gave the orders and who agonized the others. “After all, this is where you belong. Under my boots.” She twisted her foot against the man.

Definitely enjoying her prisoner’s supposedly painful squirming, a confident smirk painted a smug expression upon the elf’s charming face. Although she remained still with one of her feet pressing on the man, Alanna was a nimble woman, agile and swift. Before she picked a different profession as the city’s chief interrogator, she used to be a huntress, a merciless predator in woods. Perhaps not physically very strong, but she was fast. Fast enough to interrupt any bold escape attempt long before its unpleasant success. If she had noticed it soon enough however. Right now, the prisoner played on her, maybe the biggest, weakness well. Her high ego was susceptible to flattery. Words of compliance relaxed her carefulness. “You’re unredeemable, little pig.” Alanna claimed with a cocky smile. “But it’s a good start.” She finally pulled her boot off his body.

Before long, things escalated rather quickly in the cold interrogation room that housed two. An unexpected push shoved her elven body aside. “How dare you?!” Alanna gritted her teeth, all the different methods she could use to punish the prisoner’s bold insolence already filling her twisted mind. While merely touching her would be enough reason for a severe penalty, he had showed the foolish courage of pushing her away. “You worthless cockroach!” Alanna pulled herself together, standing upright again. “You just signed your own…” Tilting her head down, her elven eyes gazed upon her own attractive form. At her narrow waist, her left hand rushed down and patted the spot where her key used to hang. “Where..?” Alanna questioned. An obvious question with a worrying answer. The little click the prisoner’s shackles made perked her pointy ears up. “What? Back off!” Whether the elf was a capable combatant or not, she wasn’t prepared for a fight.

Two stark hands were quick to grasp her neck. In a blur, the elf found herself sandwiched between the harsh wall of the room and the muscular body of her prisoner. There wasn’t much room to struggle against her aggressor, but her body twitched uncomfortably in place. “No! Get… away…” The firm hold on her throat made talking rather difficult. Her legs flailed about vigorously, her hands clawing. Choking and in distress however, the lack of air to flow into her lungs began to drain her energy away.
 
He wanted to talk back to her so badly as she got confident but the moment he got free his expression changed, becoming more sadistic and blood hungry than before. He chuckled as she told him to move away and spat in her face, tightening his grip around her neck and pressing his body against her more. He grunted as he felt the clawing by her hands but he held on, biting his lips a little as her nails dig into his arm. “now then... let the fun begin shall we?” He said, his face close to hers as he pressed his lips to hers, kissing passionately as he sucked at her lips, trying to get her tongue into his mouth to bite at it, not to the point of bleeding but just to make it hurt.

his breathing was heavy and he could feel hers as he pressed their essentially naked bodies together, the rag doing little to seperate them. The squirming by her legs and body turning him on, making him want to fuck her real bad but not yet... his free hand started to punch her repeatedly to the side, enjoying his sadistic moment as he turned the tables on her. His breath Brushed against her cheeks as hers brushed his in an intimate moment.
 
Losing command and control; a foreign terror the interrogator hadn’t experienced before. Admittedly, there weren’t many instances of she treating any human kindly, prisoner or not. Being subdued by one felt neither pleasant, nor safe. She had performed quite twisted practices on prisoners just like this one, however never thought that one day things might have taken a wrong turn, that she could fall into an oppressive situation like this. Given her methods of doing things, she was known to be a quite crazy witch across the city. However, a long-suppressed madness seemed to envelope her aggressor as well, currently being unleased upon her gifted elven from. Gifts that no human was allowed to unwrap.

Crushed between the wall and the man that towered firmly against her delicate form, using her dexterous talents to fight him off didn’t seem to be possible right now. Without any room to make use of her elven agility, the vexing situation didn’t favor the woman. Restless kicking of her striking legs and hurling of her small fists lost their stubbornness as she had trouble breathing. An unfortunate end to what should have been a regular day at office. Teeth other than hers pinched her tongue, preventing the confident interrogator from demonstrating its sharpness. She always blamed inferior humans for being barbaric and vile. For once, she wouldn’t have minded to be proven wrong. Hence, this was no gentleman whom she had been dealing with.

“Ung…” Alanna snorted into his mouth with the blunt punch she got to her elven body. Her pretty eyes shut close below her arched brows. “U-uh… Ugh. GAH!” The interrogator howled as her body suffered the repeated jabs that landed on her side. “U-AGH!” She raised a leg, leaning her boot against the wall to get support from the stone that flattened her tempting rear. Pushing her foot against the sturdy wall behind her, Alanna budged up forward. Slender digits of her hands worked vigorously to pry the tenacious hand on her throat open. To save herself from more beating, she finally managed to toss herself to the ground.

Coughing still, and holding her side, the interrogator crawled under the table, calling upon the furniture’s temporary aid. Fresh agony of her inners took away the elf’s nimbleness. “There won’t be… uuh… any fun.” Half of her legs sticking out under the wooden table, Alanna trained her eyes on the thick door in the distance.
 
Dijkstra was having a fun moment, enjoying the kiss and humiliation as she desperately tried to get out from his holds and beating. While he wanted to make the elves suffer he had always find the female elves attractive, thinking that they were fun to break and to be used as toys. His tongue dominated hers during their kiss, enjoying making her suffer. He had been born lower class and never had the patience to learn any kind of what the elves called etiquette, not seeing a reason to. At that point he was giving into the beast within him. The reputation of the torturer and her confidence did nothing but encouraged him on.

He could feel her legs moving up but he didn’t think much of it, taking it as her trying to kick him in futile efforts again. He was surprised when she pushed them off the wall and threw herself onto the ground. He was dazed from her also knocking him over a little, shaking his head and steadying himself as he heard her retort him. He chuckled and turned back to see her legs under the table, he moved to grab the handcuffs quickly before pouncing at her, grabbing her legs and pulling her Towards him. “With how much you’re struggling I’m already having fun love“ he said as he tried to get her hands and put them into the hand cuffs.
 
Many punches the interrogator suffered certainly had taken their toll on the haughty elf. Maybe not enough to break her persistent willpower, but enough to damage her physical resilience. And surely enough to turn her smug smirk into a pained expression. As she took shelter under the sturdy interrogation table, her half-closed eyes trained on the only entrance the room had. A distance the nimble dark elf normally could have covered in a heartbeat, although it looked longer than it really was to her eyes at the moment. The isolated interrogation chamber was designed to swallow any loud whimper that would resound within its harsh walls. A cry of help would have been in vein. Cracking the thick door open for an imminent escape seemed to be the smart option rather than taking her chances with the barbaric prisoner.

Tucking her finger into the shallow gaps between dirty floor tiles, Alanna initiated an alarmed attempt to crawl towards the door. Her smooth legs were slippery, but a firm clutch could take them captive. A pair of crude hands felt tight around her shapely appendages, impeding her intentions of escape. “Get off of me, you scum!” Alanna cycled her legs under the table, kicking them to break the prisoner’s stubborn hold on them. Soon, her body began to drift across the floor, moving in the opposite direction she desired. “No no!” Her nails scratched the tiles as burly arms pulled her back. Her interrogation surely had taken a distasteful turn. It was no longer fun, not to her at least. However, her arrogant personality and gifted features could indeed grant a fortunate soul plenty of amusement. The poor grip the elf had on the ground proved to be insufficient as her charming form slipped below the table to leave the furniture’s faux protection.

Being quite accustomed to the restraints used in the building, Alanna knew very well how distressing the shackles that used to hinder the prisoner could really be. Using them on the brisk elf was admittedly a smart move. “What? Oh no!” The interrogator protested as she held no interest wearing them. If the human wanted to put them on though, he also had to be willing to tolerate a barrage of kicks against his body. While the man worked on her arms, Alanna’s boots jolted and hoofed to strike her aggressor. The hassle ended with the clicking of the shackles though. Thick metal rings fastened around her wrists, immobilizing her arms behind her back. Her firm breasts crushed under the light weight of her body, the woman moved like a venomous snake, creeping across the floor now with the aid of her knees to give her unlikely escape another shot.
 
Dijkstra enjoyed her struggles, smiling sadistically as he saw the prideful elf struggle to claw at the ground away from him. While he could tell she was distressed he felt no remorse for her, nothing but pleasure and the panic that started to set in on her was priceless. He never wanted to cuff her, wanting to give her a false sense of hope and have her try to run away more but he knew that if she managed to get out he was fucked, at least he wanted to enjoy the moment and dispose of her before he got out. He grunted with every hit the elf landed on him, which was a lot as he tried to get her hands behind her back "stay still you fucking wanton whore" he said as he finally tightened the cuffs around her hands behind her back, sighing and taking deep breaths as he rested on top of her, standing with his weight on her back as he looked down at her "not so tough now huh?" he said as he watched her attempting to slither away pathetically, he laughed at her before stomping down on her ass, grinding the sole of his foot against it before grabbing her by the hair, lifting it up before smashing it down on the ground, hoping to not bust her nose or at least not too badly but he wanted it to hurt "that's for using my head like a hammer, cunt" he said as he repeatedly smashed her face against the hard floor a few times.

He could feel himself already getting hard from the abuse, pulling her up by the hair then harshly grabbing her by the arm and throwing her onto the chair for her to sit and look at him, her arms backrest making itt a little more difficult for her to escape. He turned to the cabinet and looked through all her toys, whistling from cheer amazement "wow... I can't believe you have this much toys for me to play with" he said as he took out a flogger before walking back to her, running his hand over her breasts, shoulders and back as he circled her like a predator intimidating its prey, then after a round he used the flogger to run the cold leather straps against her instead, smugly smiling down at her "so... what shall we start off with eh? Since we have all this time to ourselves..." he said as he stopped in front of her and punched her in the stomach, hard. He repeated it twice more before grabbing her face, forcing her to look up at him with his hands squeezing her cheeks tightly "but my my... you look very fuckable.. you know that? You elves are good for nothing, just simple fucktoys for us to enjoy" he said as he licked his lips, his face inches apart from hers.
 
Albeit knowing it was in vain better than anyone else, the chain that connected the woman’s shackles rattled as the fiery elf struggled against the iron restraint’s stubborn grasp. The very cuffs that should have hugged filthy humans’ wrists now encircling her own, it surely was a frustrating fact to accept for the arrogant dark elf. “Take it off right now!” Alanna shouted, demanded the prisoner untied her hands. Unlikely, but far easier than just accepting her unforeseen fate. She had no intention of being a comfortable mattress a human could lounge across. Her nimble body wriggled to shake off the prisoner who perched on her back. “Ugh!” Alanna further demonstrated her wildness by endless squirms of frustration and peril. Her pretty eyes clenched in distress when a sharp pull burned the roots of her platinum strands.

Understandably, her aggressor made her suffer a similar treatment to him at the first opportunity. Alanna’s soft lips smacked against the floor in a harsh kiss. “Unh!... Ugh!... Gah!” Her charming face slammed into the rough tiles multiple times. The more her head banged against the floor, and Alanna could almost see stars above her head. The short-term dizziness eased her energetic struggles down, making her more cooperative in the process. In this light-headed state, she had trouble assessing what was happening around her. Next thing she knew, her shapely butt was resting on the chair. The sudden action of taking a seat bounced her round breasts a few times.

If her arms hadn’t been behind the backrest of the chair, she would have collapsed over the dull table in front of her. Instead, she glanced across the cold interrogation room, only to notice the newly opened cabinet doors. She, of course, knew about the wide range of instruments stored in them. And how much trouble those tools could bestow upon their unfortunate victims. A depressed expression narrowed her lips when he picked a flogger from an arsenal of bondage instruments. Her upper body twisted and turned in her seat. “Stop touching me!” Alanna voiced her concern about being groped by a vile human. Next few punches dropped her jaw in pain. The crude knuckles against her body deformed her flat belly. “UGH!.. UGH!..” The prisoner’s balled fist ripped acute grunts out of her parted lips. “ARGH!” One of them forced a generous ball of spit out of Alanna’s mouth as it splashed onto the table.
 
He chuckled as she told him not to touch her “oouu... the touches are making the poor black elf uncomfortable?” He mocked her, knowing how much dark elves hated being called black elves. He was enjoying every bit of the situation, the squirming, the grunts and squeals, everything was just exhilarating for him. Though he did appreciated the fact that she was Dizzied by the time she was made to sit on the chair. Though he had to move back as she spat onto the table. Though she didn’t answer his taunts he didn’t mind. He pushed her face back, exposing her tits and neck with her face staring at the ceiling and he pulled down the strap that was holding her breasts in releasing them. He grabbed the left mound and squeezed tightly as he fondled them “mhmm.... Plump and soft... just how I like it” he said as he let go and started to use the flogger on them, left then right, again and again. His breathing and heart beat was fast as one hand pushed her by the chin to keep her looking up. “You seem to don’t know your place... maybe more of these would help” he said, by the time he paused he had flogged her a dozen times on each bust.
 
Just because her leather outfit offered a generous cleavage, it didn’t mean the haughty elf was willing to make a display of the whole set. Especially when it came to inferior beings, she couldn’t have been less interested in exposing them to a pair of human eyes. Her top, however, didn’t share the same level of conservativeness in common with the elf’s lacking eagerness. Although it covered the interrogator’s pleasant orbs quite firmly, it wasn’t very difficult to eliminate the cover of the woman’s attire. Even more so if one were eager enough to explore the stubborn interrogator on a more personal level. As she was made to look up, the bitter expression imposed upon her charming face by the many punches that crushed her belly was still present.

Amber elven eyes glared at the daring man with a hysterical rage in them. “You are making me uncomfortable, dickhead!” Although her beaten form had lost some of its stamina, her spirit remained as strong as ever. Still facing the dark ceiling atop, foreign fingers wandering around her chest pulled the attention of her bright eyes. “You scum! Don’t dare to lay your hands on me!” Alanna voiced her concern in a not-so-polite manner. After all, she could feel the leather cups of her low-cut vest slipping on her bust. Further struggles of the elf didn’t help her much. One by one, her bluish grey assets popped free of their leather confinement. Round pair of orbs Alanna had revealed their admiring shape to the man who exposed them, while vulgar fingers around them tested their firmness.

Being forced to welcome a human’s molestation was surely an unacceptable event. However, being targeted by her own flogger was objectively worse. Countless leather tails of the instrument raced and unleashed a frantic rage upon her defenseless bust, a barrage of harsh swings to flick the shapely elven fruits. “Oww! Gah! No… Argh!” Alanna’s exposed breasts twitched with the repeated swats from the thin leather tails. “Unh… A-HAH!.. Nhh… AH!” Occasionally, a few shrieks resounded louder in the room when the harsh instrument whipped the sensitive tips of her breasts. “Aiee!” Although she couldn’t use her hands to protect her delightful assets from more abuse, the elf surely shook her chest a lot. “Eee! Stop! GAH!” Raising her agile legs, Alanna pressed her boots against the flat edge of the table in front of her. In her seat, the pained elf pushed her feet to tip the chair over.
 
He chuckled at her struggle as her words spat out at him like a venom, slapping her on the face playfully at it "it feels good doesn't it... being on this side of the table?" he said, chuckling as he saw her screech and cried from the hips, he loved it, every hit and every slap on her aroused him, making his boner visible from under his pants. He was going to continue a little more before he saw her pushing at the table, making it creek before forcing the chair to fall over. He laughed and placed the whip to the side as he knelt down onto her stomach, dropping it harshly onto her and looked her in the eyes "you think this'll help? I should thank you for this actually" he said as he knelt down with her head between his legs, using his knees to lock her head down so she wouldn't be able to try anything with her head. He then violently tried to pull her pants off and slid it halfway down her thighs, making the awkward position into his advantage and making it hard for her to move her legs against him. "how does it feel? To be fucked and tortured by a lowly human?" he mocked as he started to move his face down to her cunt and started licking with it, toying and teasing her. His lips met her cunt and sucked at it while his tongue licked and prodded at her cunt. He continued for a minute at sucking and licking at her cunt before he bit down hard at her nether region lips, moving his head to the side and pulling as if to eat it but not destroying it, at least not yet.
 
Although it saved her breasts from the evil flogger, knocking the chair over didn’t help her situation all that much. A vigorous struggle shook the elf’s face from side to side as the man patted her cheek as if she was a mere pet. “Uuh!” A snort of disgust came from her mouth and nose. The sudden knee that dropped on her body took her breath away in a literal sense. Her pupils contracted as Alanna gasped for air. Several coughs reflected the peril of her crushed organs. Her clench fists relaxed with the pain of being squashed under the chair. The elf drew her knees closer to her body in a reflexive attempt to aid her disturbed respiratory system. It seemed like the more she suffered, the more he turned on. When he trapped her head between his knees, Alanna could see the clear bulge of his organ above, and how much joy he appeared to feel from her abuse.

After the exposure of her firm breasts, stern fingers now threatened to reveal her womanhood. The purpose, quite clear. The racist elf, of course, hated the idea of sharing the delight of her sex with a lowly human. The elaborate design of her outfit made it look like it was a one piece garment. This wasn’t necessarily the case however. Stubborn yanking of the leather fabric began to separate the bottom piece from her top, probably tearing some small buckles and loops in the process. “No no. Don’t do it.” Alanna protested, but couldn’t prevent the man from yanking her bottom down. “There is nothing for you there!” Her pants turned into a tangled mess of connected leather straps around her thighs, no longer covering what they were supposed to curtain.

The act exposed the beauty of the interrogator’s bare pussy. “O-oh.. o-oh..” A curious tongue in short began to taste the elven delicacy, sampling her essence and nibbling on her lower lips. Against the daring human’s bold treatment, Alanna moved her hips up and down. “Get off me!” Her hands pulled on her restraints, but the iron shackles didn’t budge. The nimble elf coiled her left boot around one of the lifted legs of the chair. Pulling on her leg, she flipped the chair on its side to interrupt the man’s feast.
 
As he stripped her bottoms off he found what laid underneath... even with his disgust of elven culture he couldn’t deny that they had great bodies “Nothing? But this is what I was looking for right here” he said as he started to enjoy the cunt. He was just getting his engines started during the process before he felt the chair dropping to the side, hurting him in the side of his head a little, annoying him. He grunted and rubbed his head as he turned back to her, angry At her but he had to control himself. He didn’t want to break her completely before he had fun. He got up and wondered back into the shelves and looked for something else... something fun.

He found a pair of nipple clamps, ones with sharp teeth and were connected to chains and a weight in the middle, it’d definitely hurt though he doubt that it’d tear her nipples off, as he walked back he looked around for other hooks or something he could use to bind her up.

He walked behind her and pulled her and the chair up right before he circled around to her front, looking her up and down as he licked his lips. He sat down on her lap, his cock rested on her cunt and pelvis, showing how far his cock would travel up her if he fucked her. He kept a tight grip on her hair and yanked her head back a little as he pressed his body to hers, using his foot to balance on each side incase she tried something stupid again.

He chuckled as he leaned in closer, his face inches away from her as he moved the clamp to her tits, slowly pinching them with the clamps one by one. The clamps biting onto her sensitive mounds “now... I might want to keep you alive for a long time but dont tempt me to kill you” he threatened though he knew that he’d enjoy her fighting. He head butted his forehead into her face hard as a warning before pulling at the nipple clamps “I enjoying this love? There’s more where this came from” he said as he let go of her hair and used his free hand to squeeze her neck tightly.
 
Although far from being a long-term solution to her human problem, tilting of the chair managed to momentarily stop the threat of being eaten out. In fact, it was enough of an inconvenience for her aggressor to make him walk off. Her current position prevented her from seeing him, but the distinct creaking of shelves was easily caught by her pointy elven ears. Because of a lack of freedom to her hands, other than catching her breath, Alanna wasn’t able to do much while the prisoner browsed through the contents of the rich storage cabinets. A small rearrangement in the interrogation room erected the chair back on its legs, and the dark elf who sat on it with it. Private parts of her elven body remained exposed, quite susceptible to a certain human’s malicious intentions.

Deep breaths of the dark elf heaved her bared breasts back and forth. Her eyes glared at her aggressor as the chair squeaked now that it had to support the weight of two. There were some other weights to be carried as well. Their bearer; the delicate orbs that stood firm and upright on the elf’s chest. Throughout her career as the city’s lead interrogator, she must have used all the implements and tools within the room. It seemed, today, she would have the insulting honor of feeling how some of them felt on her own skin. “Be careful with these.” Alanna easily comprehended the type and class of the toy in the prisoner’s hands.

The initial pinch of them had always been the most painful part of this certain toy. Given what they were used for, the clamps were foremost designed to agonize rather than dealing a sadistic pleasure to the wearer. Looking down at her own chest, Alanna’s lips parted, her brows arched up as the man secured the first clamp to her breast. The second one ripped an audible groan out of the elf. “A-a-angh…” The relatively hefty weights connected to the clamps win against the firmness of her assets. The excess load attached to her breasts pulled them down, stretching the elf’s round melons into uneven bulbs.

While the fastened clamps bit into the sensitive flesh of her pink nipples, a cruel yanking of the chain between them farther stretched her breasts down. “AAAAH!” A sharp cry echoed across the interrogation chamber. Tight pinch of those little toys inflicted severe harm on her deformed breasts, easily suppressing the agony of the head-butt that tilted her head back. She could use several words to describe the harsh bite of the clamps, but none of them would be about joy. “It fucking hurts!” Her eyes clenched shut, Alanna admitted.
 
The human didn’t care for her warnings, the more rough and carefree he was the more pain shed feel, and thats what he wanted. He smiled and drooled a little as he saw her feel pain, his cock hardening rather quickly as he tortured her. After a few seconds of pulling at them he stopped, not wanting to pull them off just yet. He then got up again, leaving the clamps on her Tits to keep Pulling at them “that’s good... but that’s no way to talk to me” he said as he went to the cabinet and grabbed a large dildo that seemed to... be able to vibrate? He wasn’t sure how it’d worked but he thought this was perfect. He walked back to her and punched her on the cheeks for good measure before walking back behind her “I want to call me master, and do it sincerely“ he said as he used one hand to grab her hair and jerked it to the side to expose her neck, where he sensually sucked, licked and kissed slowly, making it wet from his saliva while he kissed. His hand holding the dildo moved between her legs and turned on, vibrating fast against her cunt as he moved it up and down the clit, teasing the lips.

he continued the teasing for a minute or two before he slowly moved it into her cunt, forcing the Vibrating shaft Into her although it was smaller than his cock it was barely fitting her. “If you don’t then I’m afraid I’d have to up the anti” he said as he paused his kissing before he Bit down hard on her neck.
 
Since further struggling of her nimble body would only cause her more pain, Alanna tried to minimize her squirming on her seat. Although her instincts basically told her to go wild, her reason kept her still. As she looked down, the elf could see the perilous status of her elongated breasts, and how the weights attached to them dangled from her delicate assets. Blood rushed into her distressed nipples, making them more sensitive in the process. At this point, the less she fidgeted the better. Out of the corner of her eye, the interrogator could see the whereabouts of her aggressor. Knowing very well the wide range of bondage implements stored in these cabinets, she of course felt worried whenever he went through the floor to ceiling closets and spacious shelves in the room.

Albeit being a pretty arrogant woman, Alanna could foresee the distasteful future. Wicked intentions harbored by her aggressor quite obvious, it was not difficult to guess that she would eventually end up with something undesired between her pretty legs. By the looks of it, the time was nigh. “Do you even know what that is?” Alanna easily distinguished the rather experimental piece of equipment of the human’s choice. Although it looked the part of an ordinary tool of penetration, the dildo indeed held surprising qualifications. Powered by special crystals found across the roots of elven mountains, the well-crafted dildo had the funny ability to oscillate at will. Crystals mined by low-paid humans and shackled prisoners. Three buttons were spread on the implement. Each of them would activate a different crystal embedded within the shaft to channel more power into the dildo.

As the vibrations of the toy began to stimulate her entrance, Alanna started to hyperventilate under the influence of the device. “Oh. OH. O-OH!” Ingenious craftsmanship of elven civilization this time worked against her. Her pulsing breasts hardened, slightly pulling the weights upwards even. “M-master?” The elf had a hard time coping up with the toy’s intensity, although she didn’t know on which setting the device actually vibrated. “Master of what? Rats? O-oh…” In his grasp, head of the dildo pressed against her opening, starting to part her lips. Regardless of what he thought about the generosity of the dildo, since it was a tight fit, she would acknowledge it to be quite thick. “No-ahah!” Bulbous head of the dildo jumped into her sex.

Further venturing of the toy meant more pain for Alanna. And in this case, more involuntary pleasure as well. Thankfully, her position on the chair was not ideal for a thorough exploration of her womanhood. She still crossed her legs at the ankles, trapping the dildo between her delightful thighs to hinder its penetration.
 
He was surprised how well this... tool worked. He chuckled at her question and shrugged "something I'm going to have fun tormenting you with" he said. He hates to admit it but he was amazed by the elves to make something like this, though from how hard it was to use in the position he was quickly getting annoyed, though the fire he saw in her eyes was hot. He pulled the dildo back, trying out the other buttons he realized that it was on the lowest setting all along. He placed it down before he moved to the closest yet again, at this point he considered just to throw everything on the table so he didn't go back so many damned times. He took out a simple wire, one which was perfect for what he wanted to do "this is a horrible position... let's move you shall we?" he said as he hid the wire behind him and he walked around to her back, placing one hand on her shoulder as he leaned down and whispered into her ear, his breath brushing against it "I am your master from now on... until you die that is... and I know you won't cooperate when I try to move you so you left me no choice" he said as he wrapped the wire around her neck with no warning and pulled tightly, putting both ends in one hand while the other hand moved down to her cunt and squeezed her lips tightly, pulling and using his nails to scratch at them a little to get her to try to scream. The metallic wire dug into her neck a little as he held it for as long as he had to for her to pass out.
 
After tickling the fleshy curtains of her sex, and taking a peep inside her love tunnel, fortunately for Alanna, the dildo’s dwelling came to an abrupt end. Overwhelming vibrations stopped stimulating her prized sanctuary with the removal of the fabricated rod. Through her clamped breasts, she could see the tip of the little devil. The short few inches of the toy that had found its way into the interrogator’s flower came out a little shinier. Surely a curious construction. If this was how the lowest setting played, the highest certainly would be a nightmare for the elf. And a quite messy one at that.

Even if the threat of the mechanized dildo was now lifted, Alanna’s legs remained locked, her thighs pressing against each other like the blades of a smoothest pair of scissors. Once they were shut, prying her shapely appendages open again would give even a burly man twice her size a considerable challenge. Parting a competent dark elf’s legs, her aggressor too seemed to acknowledge the difficulty of the task as he didn’t attempt to untangle them. Instead, he gave Alanna another opportunity to collect herself. However, it didn’t take long before she felt his breath on the back of her neck again.

“I’m going nowhere.” The interrogator called out to the keen human behind her. She felt no desire to assume a rather compromising position for his delight. Her so called master sounded to be aware of that as well, that she wouldn’t play nice. “What choice… EECH!” Hazardous grasp of the wire on her skin turned the elf’s words of confidence into unintelligible gurgles. “H-uuk… Gack…” Alanna’s tongue stuck out like an athirst dog. Her wrists twisted and turned behind the chair. Her torso squirmed in peril, in if the motion penalized her pinched nipples.

The wire dug into her neck, making her lungs beg for air. She raised a leg, leaning her respective boot against the edge of the table in front of her, intending a familiar stunt from earlier. Muscles in her leg contracted, her diaphragm shrinking. Although the lighting conditions did not change, the room began to look dimmer and dimmer to the pretty interrogator. “Wha.. A-ach! St… Gak!” For the moment, it felt like her very life essence was slowly being drained. Her leg gave in and fell down before she could tilt the chair. Soon, rest of her form too surrendered. Alarmed struggles of the dark elf ceased as her body became limp. Eventually, she passed out, her head dropping down.
 
The elf's struggle got him to become completely hard, his breathing was fast and he was excited to start with the real fun. He couldn't tell how long it took for him to strangle the elf but what he could tell was that it took a couple of minutes, which was longer than he'd expected but he knew she was a powerhouse, and he liked it. Once she went lip and passed out he leaned in to smell the sweet fragrance of the elf before he took off her handcuffs, putting it aside as he moved the table and chairs a little to the side. While the room was mostly empty there were hooks for where they could restrain their captive. He raised her arms and spread her legs, tying her limbs up tightly with leather restraints. The wire had been removed from her neck, leaving a red line that dug into her neck around it. He wanted to keep her body as intact and prime for the real fun as possible. Her body was outstretched in an X with her head hung forward as she was held up. He took the time to take off all of her clothes, taking the leather straps off and allowing them to fall onto the ground.

He then simply decided to go to the cabinet and brought out all the tools and laid them onto the table, each instrument were lined up as if he was about to perform a surgery on her. tt was odd for him to find He slowly walked around her, taking some straps from her own outfit and tied them tightly around her eyes before he walked back in front of her and slapped her face three times, each time making a loud clap sound on her face and leaving a red mark on her perfect skin. Regardless of if she woke up or not he punched her a few times in the stomach before grabbing her cheeks, squeezing tightly and pressed his lips to hers without giving her a chance to say anything, his kiss was deep and passionate before pulling back, biting her lower lip before kneeing her in the cunt. "time to wake up my girl... now tell me, what is this box? I know you can't see but you know exactly what I'm talking about" he said to the odd box with buttons on it, two lines of material with some sharp metal teeth on the end that seemed to be used for clamping onto the victim's flesh. "it has a lightning symbol on it" he said ass he ran his hand down the line of equipment.
 
A forced blackout kept the elf’s pretty eyes shut. Once fainted, her body lost its flame. A temporary loss of consciousness rendered the woman quite cooperative. Without a mind to rule her arms and legs, light weight of her body didn’t pose a challenge when the prisoner moved it around like a docile puppet. Her body stripped naked, her bare frame decorated the dull wall. Her unclothed form didn’t put up any resistance as the human pinned her to the wall. Like a little star, Alanna’s arms and legs stretched out. Wall mounted rings held her wrists and ankles captive, her bared body forming an X against the wall.

Intense spasms in her belly soon revived the interrogator. Although she opened her eyes, she couldn’t see much. A few coughs shook her breasts before she could comprehend what had happened to her. “Wha…” She tried to pull herself together. Noticing the quite compromising position she was put into, Alanna pulled on her restraints. “UGH! What is this?!” It would have been an impressive show of strength if she could rip the bolted shackles off the wall. A feat she couldn’t hope to achieve. “Untie me. RIGHT NOW!” Despite having a blindfold to curtain her eyes, her head was directed in the right direction as her elven ears hear very well.

A sudden bolt of shiver twitched her restrained body. “A-HOH!” She shrieked with the extremely agonizing blow she received to her defenseless womanhood. More moans of peril followed her sharp squeal. Her knees buckled, but she couldn’t shut her legs close. It certainly was a low blow, but it surely stole her attention. “W-what box? U-uh…” Alanna answered. There should have been many boxes in the room. He had to narrow the list down. The one the prisoner asked about sadly didn’t have a fancy name. It was a battery. A piece of equipment designed to store a sorceress’ lightning spell by trapping it in a special fluid.

While her pussy still ached, and quite bad at that, she responded without witty comments. “Where did you find it…” Alanna sighed. “It’s an energy box. Used to power small farming equipment. To operate windmills and such.” In here though, it was obviously used for torture. And the interrogator smartly failed to mention how she used it to shock her victims. Given the loud screams she had ripped out of her subjects with the aid of that thing, it wasn’t a box of joy and happiness either. The sheer mention of the said box troubled the elf. At least, the makeshift blindfold hide the fear in her eyes.
 
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