Never Interview a Warlock (Alessa and cevl)

[Alessa]

She stood outside the interview room, trying to get into the game. Her long, brown hair was tied back in a french braid that reached just past the nape of her collar, and her blue blouse and black jeans were tight against her athletic body. She had been with the Counter-Terrorism Agency for five years, and had managed to move quickly up the chain.

Now, she had to interview a known, dangerous terrorist and attempt to find out what he was planning in 24 hours. The timer was ticking, and knowing this scum it would be a horrible attack. It had to be avoided!!

OK, she was ready, she thought. She pushed open the door roughly, seeing the man seated behind the small desk, his hands cuffed to it, a single light burning hotly into him.

He had been difficult to capture, and there were some who had never even believed in him - thinking him a symbol or an image. He was dangerous, she knew that. She would be on her guard, but she was the best interrogator in the division, and she didn't care how many rules she had to break. Thousands upon thousands were at risk and depending on her - she would not let them down.

Setting the tone early, knowing how important it was, she walked up and slapped him hard across the face, almost feeling the teeth rattle herself. "You bastard terrorist!" she exclaimed. "What are you planning for tomorrow? What is the attack going to be??"

 

[cevl]

In the interrogation room Richard was looking around with a smile. He knew that someone would try and interrogate him, but he knew that, even if he didn't escape, he could easily resist the interrogation, and quite possibly get information out of her instead of the other way around. Even if she did get the info out of him, she wouldn't be able to stop it.

The man was sitting nearly naked in a room, because there had been so many hidden weapons in his clothing that they thought this to be better. It revealed his extremely white skin, the Ruby, that was lodged into his chest, instead of on his clothing, what most thought, the two small green check tattoo's, and the short, blond hair. Without his body being all too special, he still was intimidating.

Then the woman walked in, of which he immediately knew how she had got to this post, at least at what he saw now. Though from how she was busy it did seem she was pretty good at her job. It didn't matter, he had lived far longer then she had, and had tricks up his sleeve she had never even heard about.

When she hit him, which hurt even him a little he only smiled. "That tickled." He said, "And if you start on that way, you'll never get that information. Doesn't any of you ever think about asking nicely? Violence isn't the only solution. OKay, most of the time it's the most fun one, but still."

 

[Alessa]

She smirked when he said that it only tickled.. she had been told before she could pull off some nice hits, and knew it had to hurt. Then he asked if she thought of not using violence, and she couldn't believe the gall of this person. A man who was rumored to revel in violence.. like he would ever willingly give information over.

Walking behind his chair, she punched his ear hard, knowing it would throw off his balance and hopefully make his hearing tinny for a while. "You're one to talk about violence, you bastard. Oh, we know who you are. The Dark Death, right? The rumor that no one speaks of openly. The one that the hardest terrorists are afraid of. And we know that you're planning something for tomorrow. Something to kill thousands. TELL me what you're planning!" She moved back around the table, leaning on it, her breasts creating deep, dark cleavage as she stared into his cold eyes, his pale almost translucent skin. "TELL ME!"

 

[cevl]

The man only smiled when she got mad, revealing teeth more white than his skin. "Come on, like yelling at me will make things better.' He said, though the hit on his ear had hurt slightly, he wasn't about to give in to this woman. "And it's just Richard for you." He said with a grin, before his eyes went down from her face to her cleavage.

It would take far worse stuff to even make him serious, instead of the somewhat joky manner he held now. He wondered how far she would go, when she'd reach the limit for playing fairly nice with him, and would try to burn him or something. He wanted to know, as that would be the time he'd break free. His eyes followed the movement of her breasts unless she did anything against it, and it was nearly projected what he was thinking of doing with them. Still, that was only part of his mind, he could still think straight.

 

[Alessa]

For a moment, Laura couldn't tell what he was smirking about, and looked down to see him eyeing her cleavage. She stood up quickly, fighting back blushing, and tried to become stern and gain control. "Richard? Is that your first name? We'll use that to find out everything about you, Richard. Find out your loved ones and bring them in. Find your allies and kill them where they stand. We'll break everything you've worked to build up, Richard!"

She was struggling, anger building in her. She pointed to the camera mounted on the wall, "See that camera? I turned it off before I came in here. There are no witnesses and there will be no claiming abuse of power or any of that crap. It's just you and me, Richard." She looked into his eyes with her own coal gray eyes, trying to see any sign of weakness. Any sign of flinching. But he was refusing to budge. Normally, even the strongest of them were beginning to weaken. She moved up to him and punched him again, this time breaking his nose, blood flowing down his face from it. "TELL ME WHAT YOU'RE PLANNING, DAMN IT!"

 

[cevl]

"How do you know I'm not lying about my name? And there are thousands of people sharing my name, you can't do anything exra with it." The man said, still grinning about what he had seen of her earlier. "And I have no 'loved ones', nor do I have allies worth noting, of whom I don't mind them dying, one less potential enemy." He sat back in his chair, just letting her rage come over that.

The next sentences she spoke were a mistake. Had he not known they were alone, he would've waited longer before attacking her. But now he knew they would be alone for at least several hours, and there would be noone to see or hear them. After she punched him, which again proved fruitless, he started chuckling, before standing up. "What I am planning now? I'm planning to break free." He said. He held up his arms, of which the handcuffs had molten away. He looked at her, grabbing his nose and putting it back how it belonged, it starting to glow and heal, before he put his hand up, whispered "Fus Ro Dah" (YES, stolen from Skyrim) Making her get pushed away and slammed into a wall. He walked over to her, grabbing her by the neck, and said "Hasn't one of you ever thought it to be odd that I let myself be captured this easily?" He asked her.

 

[Alessa]

He was right, stating that she could do nothing with his name.. She had hoped that he would have reacted and not thought about it long enough to realize it was a useless bit of information. 'Damn,' she thought.. he's quick.

It was after her next statement that she realized how right she was about his speed. Suddenly, after she broke his nose, he chuckled and stood up. She reached for the gun on her belt, ordering him to sit back down, but he ignored her and just kept talking about how he was planning to break free. He held up his hands, no handcuffs on them at all, and she gasped as he put his nose back in place and all of his bruises disappeared, leaving him healthy once again.

He muttered some kind of gibberish and shoved her back against the wall, his hand around her neck, and asked if she hadn't thought it odd that he was captured that easily.

"Naw," she replied, fighting back her fear and confusion, "I thought you were just giving me a birthday present." And in a fluid motion she placed her gun against his stomach and pulled the trigger.

 

[cevl]

The woman seemed to be completely surprised at what he did, making him smile. Not all too many people knew what he was capable of doing, at least not many alive people. Before there was anything much she could do he had pinned her against the wall, and saw the confusion, but mostly the fear in her eyes. There had been nothing she could do to make him talk before, now she could do nothing to stop him

When she shot, nothing happened, well, at least not to the normal eye. The Bullet stayed where it was, but the held back force made the insides of the pistol get destroyed.

"Oh, was it your birthday? Well, thanks for the bullet gift you gave me, but no thanks. I've already had enough iron for the day." He said, before his hand encased hers, and grabbed the pistol away 'Pistols, idiotic weapons.' he said, throwing it away. He then grabbed the woman by the collar of her shirt, before slipping his fingers into her cleavage, gripping her shirt, and ripping it off her, her bra taken with it.

"I'd think this is a better birthday present." he said, grabbing her nipple and twisting it. "for all the tickling you caused me, why shouldn't I 'tickle' you back?"

 

[Alessa]

She was aghast when the pistol didn't fire. She had loaded it, cared for it daily, and then it.. why didn't it fire? She couldn't understand it and looked with dumbfounded horror as he took it from her, tossing the useless hunk of metal away. She couldn't even think of anything to say as his face hardened and she could see determination deep within his eyes.. she was in trouble, she knew.

She tried to kick, to hit, but she couldn't get the leverage as he grabbed the front of her blue shirt, and in one smooth motion he ripped it off of her, leaving her topless, her chest heaving with deep breaths. He grabbed her sensitive, pert nipple twisting it roughly, and she couldn't help but scream out in pain, her back arching as he said that he was going to 'tickle' her back.

"No!" she cried out, bringing her knee up to hit deep into his crotch. "You don't get to do this to me!" But she was terrified.. she was afraid he would..

 

[cevl]

The man grinned, taking her and bending her over the interrogation table, taking the extra set of handcuffs from her pants and using it to tie her to the table. He also moved the lamp so it was shining her into her eyes brightly. He gave her a slap on her ass as he said "Why won't I get to do this to you?" He asked, the knee she had brought up before to hit him having done so, but he hadn't flinched, like before.

He moved his hand under the waistband of her pants "Instead of me telling you things..." He said, pulling it down, leaving her in her panties, the pants at her ankles. "You will be telling me everything you and your government, or for whomever you work, know about me." He said, leaning with his elbows on her back "Then, I'm going to show you how I will kill everyone in this building, then show you the effects of my other plan, and maybe then I'll have the mercy of killing you." He said, grinning.

 

[Alessa]

He didn't even react to her knee to his groin.. was this man even human? How did he manage to resist the pain? Drugs??

She didn't have time to consider it as he twisted her around, slamming her down to be bent over the interview table, and she squirmed and fought as her bare breasts were pressed into the cold metal. The lamp was turned to shine into her eyes, effectively blinding her and causing her to squeal with anger and fear. "LET ME GO!" she screamed as he cuffed her to the table, smacking her butt and making her yelp.

He tugged her pants down, pooling them around her ankles, leaving her in her pink, lace panties. He said that she was going to tell him everything she knew the government knew about him, and that he'd kill everyone in the building, and then maybe kill her. Fear sank into her heart, staying there. Could he mean what he said? He had done.. impossible things already, and his reputation was as an absolute angel of death.. it was.. possible, she had to admit!

Still, she couldn't betray her government. She wouldn't! "FUCK YOU!" she screamed out. "I won't tell you shit!" and tried to kick him, but she couldn't manage to get her legs to work with the pants around her ankles and how she was bent over, her brown hair spilling around her head.

 

[cevl]

The man grinned when the girl reacted mostly out of basic instincts, not thinking that much, being scared, mad, but mostly scared. At least, that's what he would be, would he be up against himself. "Would you have let me go if I had asked? No. So you will have to escape on your own account, though I fear you won't manage to do it as easily as I did." He said, grinning.

"Well, that's a shame, that you won't tell it to me already, but at least then I'll be able to have some more fun with you. And yes, I'll indeed fuck you, don't worry." He said, dropping his own pants, revealing a rock hard, ten inch long cock if she would be able to look back, and not be blinded by the light. He stepped out of them, and pressed his cock against her panties, pushing it into her pussy slightly.

"You will tell me all you know, and more." He said, running a finger over her spine, "And in the end, you will do anything just to please me." He pulled her panties down, and, after a final slap on her ass, moved himself towards her pussy, and with rough strength, pushed himself deep into her.

 

[Alessa]

Laura struggled against the cuffs holding her to the table, trying to get free as Richard talked about her having to escape on her own, telling her that he would fuck her..

She heard a rustle of fabric and then he was pressing against her mound, the undeniable feel of the head of his cock just barely parting her lips, and she cried out more, trying to buck her hips, trying to protect herself.

He ran a finger down her spine, making her shiver despite herself as he said she would tell him everything and would.. would do anything just to please him. "Not likely" she cried out, but he was already pulling her panties down, revealing her bare, unprotected flesh to the cool air, and then he smacked her ass making her squeal before shoving himself roughly into her with one smooth motion, his thrust parting her tunnel easily and filling her with the largest penis she'd ever have filling her. "AAaagh!" she cried out as she bucked her hips, trying to get him out of her, trying to free herself of his horrible touch.. of his horrible claiming of her.

 

[cevl]

The man smiled at the scream she let out. He leaned over her, placing his elbows next to her body, not moving his hips yet. "If you tell me what I want to know now, I might go easy on you, your choice." He said, a grin covering his face "There is nothing that you could do from me finding out anyhow. Even if, highly unlikely, you'd never give me your secrets, I can find someone else who knows just as much as you do." He said. The bucking of her hips wouldn't help, she'd only move herself over his cock, something he didn't mind, but she probably would.

His hands trailed around her breasts, making the piece of the desk under them fall away, so her breasts could go through and she was even closer to the table.

 

[Alessa]

Richard leaned down over Laura, elbows framing her crying hips as he stayed still deep, deep within her, telling her he might go easy if she told him what he wanted to know.. And then, strangely, parts of the desk fell out framing her breasts, which sagged through it to hang below her, her body flush now with the cold metal desk, and her squirming caused him to move and shift within her.

She summoned the last bit of courage she could, mustering her last resistance, and cried out, "I won't tell you SHIT, monster!" and twisted her head to bite his arm, to show she'd not give easily.

 

[cevl]

The man grinned at her next scream at him, his arms out of reach of her head, even if it would have hurt if it hit him. "That means no, I guess? Too bad for you, well, unless you're masochistic."

He started thrusting hard and rough into her after he stood back straight, his hands gripping in her ass, his nails leaving marks. Each time he rammed his cock into her body her body slammed into the desk, if it hadn't been connected to the ground to prevent people who were being interrogated, or the interrogators themselves, throwing the desk over, it would have moved with her. His hand gripped her hair and pulled her head back, the other brought the lamp closer to her eyes "Tell me what I want to know, what is the government you work for?"

 

[Alessa]

She wasn't able to get her teeth on him, and then he began thrusting into her. She grunted with each push into her, her entire body being forced harder into the metal table as he did so, his nails digging deep into her tender backside, and she was soon sobbing as her breasts dangled back and forth, her only awareness that of pain and of being claimed..

And then searing pain as he grabbed her thick, dark hair and jerked her head up roughly, the lamp moved to shine directly into her eyes. And he asked her again, his cock pinning her deep inside, to tell him what he wanted to know..

A part of her broke, just a little, in panic and fear and desperation and in a sobbing voice, she said, "The.. The United.. S-States.."

 

[cevl]

"Oooh, the mighty U.S.A. Has taken an interest in me? Well, they should, considering my next target." he said, grinning. He kept the light shining bright into her eyes, but moved his hands from her hair to her face, keeping her eyelids open with his fingers, the thrusting still continuing.

"Now a few more personal questions. How old are you, what is your name, your full one, and where do you live?" He asked her, wondering if she'd answer these questions too. It were fairly innocent questions up until now, but they wouldn't stay that way, not by a long shot, going further than the things that she'd have asked him would she have gotten the chance to.

 

[Alessa]

She was sobbing entirely at this point, feeling like even that small answer had betrayed everything she believed in.. She wanted to close her eyes, to try to get away mentally from this cruel abuse, but he held her eyes open, forcing the horrible light to send shafts of pain straight to her mind as he kept pushing in heartlessly, over and over, in and out of her abused tunnel, still asking questions..

"Twent...twenty-seven," she gasped, "Laura Louise Mitch... Mitch.. Mitchell.. Two.. 224 Thompson St.. Dan.. Danbury Connecticut, God please stop!!!"

 

[cevl]

The man grinned when the woman answered the following questions. Even though she wouldn't think it much harm to answer these questions, he could, with this, find out who her family was, and murder them if he wanted to. "God won't see you here, nor does he care for you, or would want to risk my wrath by saving you." He said.

"And one of your answers was wrong." He said, "Your name Isn't Laura anymore, from now on you will refer to yourself as worthless, bitch, slut,or any other term or combination of terms meaning around the same, understand?" He would let her feel less of a person each time he, or she herself used that term, and though she might think she could shut herself from it, she couldnt.

 

[Alessa]

She almost believed him when he said that God won't see her or care.. how could anyone be so cruel, so cold, so evil?

He thrust again and again, making her grunt each time as her breath is pressed out of her, even as her body responds to the invasion, betraying her with moistness and heat, and he tells her a question was wrong!

But she had been honest!

He then tells her that her name from now on was bitch or slut or words like that..he asked her if she understood and she sobbed harder, wanting to do anything to make this stop, to make her body stop responding, to get to where she could pretend this had never, ever happened..

"Y-yes, I understand!" she screamed out as a brutal thrust filled her once again.

 

[cevl]

The man grinned when she told her she understood. "Good." he said, finally letting go of her head and turning the lamp so her eyes would get some rest. "Now thank me, using third person, like everything you will say to me from now on will be in, for stopping the lamp from shining in your eyes,"

He wondered if she would do this too, this being a higher level than what he had made her do before. She would soon learn that pleasing him would be better for all involved, though he would hope that she soon would also find pleasure in the pain he brought her.

His hands went back to her ass, the thrusting having become a rhytm now, which she might be able to adjust too.

 

[Alessa]

He said good and turned the lamp away, and her eyes burned from the light shining so brightly in them, spots swimming around her vision leaving her half-blind.

He told her to thank him in third person, and she hesitated.. she didn't want to do it, knowing it would.. but she could feel him in her and her vision was at least better without the light shining in it and she was TERRIFIED that he would bring the light back if she didn't..

Sobbing, lowering her eyes in utter shame, she muttered, "B--b--bitch.. bitch th-thanks you for stopping the l-lamp.."

His hands gripped her rear as his thrusting became an even rhythm in and out, and she couldn't help it.. she tried to bite her lip to stop it.. but a slight moan escaped her lips and she prayed he didn't hear it.

 

[cevl]

The man grinned when she went by his next command, and wondered how far she'd go before she would say no. "Good, well done, slut." He said.

His thrusting continued, and when she let out a moan, he grinned. He continued for a while longer, not saying much, wondering if she'd grow to like it more, before, finally, he came inside her, his semen spurting into her body, filling her up.

He pulled out of her, and walked around the desk, standing infront of her. "Tell me, how long do we have before they'll start to wonder where you'll be?" He asked her, looking down at her.

 

[Alessa]

She flushed hot as he complimented her, called her a slut, and her fingers curled into fists as he continued pounding into her, push after push, her own body reacting more and more.. and before she orgasmed and totally humiliated herself, he came inside her, filling her unprotected womb with potent seed, and she screamed out again at the violation.

He pulled himself out, letting a rivulet of seed drip out of her, and moved in front where she strained to look up at him.

He asked her how long they had, and she couldn't take it.. she couldn't debase herself more.. and instead she spat at him. "Fuck you, they'll be here any minute!"

Of course, her interrogations sometimes lasted hours, as her coworkers knew, but Richard couldn't possibly know that!