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The ride back through London was surprisingly slow, partially because we wanted to give our mystery woman time to wonder what was in store for her, and partially to give me time to get patched up. The police medic, sadly a standard part of even a basic patrol these days, rode with me, working as quickly as she could to stop me leaking. Regen packs were slapped over my ribs and round my legs, solid braces strapped over the top like an extra layer of body armor to keep everything in place. The end result wasn't pretty and it still felt like my body was going to fall apart if I moved to quickly, but I could at least move and that would have to do.
As we pulled up outside the club I told Tim to hold our guest back for a few minutes as I checked out the club myself. I was surprised to see the strength of the guard force that had been left behind, Tim must have pulled some major strings in order to get this sort of response that quickly and I decided not to ask what he'd had to trade in return. They all knew me of course, though most only by sight and reputation, and almost all of them pulled back slightly as I passed. I was well aware of the rumors that flew around the city regarding the bloodhounds, and did my best to encourage them wherever possible. Anything that made the hunted a little more fearful made my job just that little bit easier, but it did have the unfortunate effect of distancing me from those that I worked with. It was a price I'd accepted long before, but it still hurt when it happened.
Walking inside I moved around the main room, avoiding the exhibits as best I could. What I had in mind needed something a little smaller than this place, though I'd improvise if I had to. Now that the lights were on full I could make out the details on the walls that had been hidden in shadow and made my way over to an alcove that had struck me as strangely quiet when I was last here. A quick look showed a tiny panel gap between the edges of the gleaming steel plating and after a couple of heavy swings with a nearby bar stool the door popped open, swinging out into the room slightly.
Inside I was surprised to find what looked for all the world like an airlock. Any seal it may have had was now well and truly gone with the outer door broken open and the inner door opened to a simple push. The sight before me struck me as a masterpiece of design, even as my mind protested at the calculated cruelty on display.
Two shafts of light lit the room, one soft and one so bright as to be almost blinding. The soft one fell on a simple leather chair, high backed and scooped up into armrests like a throne. The other illuminated a device that, despite the light shining on it, seemed to be made entirely of shadow. As I walked closer I realised it was made of a black metal, reflecting light around it in a manner that had to have been designed into it from the beginning.
It was a simple enough design, a circle of metal with restraints mounted at the top and bottom and a large hoop just above the halfway point. A closer look showed the restraints and the hoop were all mounted on rollers attached directly to the circle so that they could be moved to position the victim as required. Around the circle was another, slightly larger ring which seemed to be able to rotate independently, hovering on an air field that would let it flip through 360 degrees in any direction. The edge of that ring was lined with something that seemed very familiar and it took me a second or two to place it. It was the same material that covered the push pin wall in the main room.
I spent another couple of minutes checking the room out and figuring out how the various devices worked before heading back outside to the waiting officers. Stepping into the van I gave her a half second to stare and slipped a blindfold over her eyes. While I was perfectly willing to carry this through, if she wanted to confess without forcing me to do it that would be fine by me, and I was hoping the image of an extremely pissed off and bloody officer that she'd recently tried to kill would play on her mind a little.
The officers forced her out of the van and marched her inside the club, slowing their pace as if they were escorting the condemned to the gallows. I was impressed as that wasn't anything I'd asked them to do, and I had to admit it was damn effective. She tried to struggle free but these were the same cops who'd found their fellow officer in this club barely an hour ago and they didn't mind seeing a little payback. They muscled her down the corridor and strapped her into the machine, making sure the restraints were tight against her flesh. They left the circle around her waist open, gave one last check of the restraints and, with a quick nod in my direction, left the room, shutting the heavy, soundproofed door behind them.
I reached over and rolled the blindfold away from her eyes, down her face and stuffed it into her mouth as a temporary, but effective gag. She stiffened as I reached out and shock her head violently as the knife on my wrist popped out. With a couple of quick motions I slashed through her clothes, the slick black cloth dropping to the ground in waves until she was left standing in her underwear, the blood red material contrasting with her pale skin. Under normal circumstances she would have been devastatingly attractive, but I knew her now, had seen a little of what lay beneath that seductive surface and that was more than enough to overcome any feeling of lust she may inspire.
A final slash of the knife removed the gag from her mouth and for a moment I thought she'd break her silence until, with a visible effort she collected her thoughts and stared straight ahead into the blackness. I picked up a remote from the arm of the chair and flipped the light over the machine from it's usual blinding brilliance down to a flickering gray shadow, barely enough to highlight the outline of her body within the machine. The light over the chair went out completely and the room was plunged into darkness.
“I assume you know why you're here, but in case you don't let me explain.” I started, keeping my voice flat, emotionless as I circled slowly around her, keeping to the darkness. “You know where the next link in this chain goes and you are going to tell me, here, tonight. It's up to you how you reveal that information but I guarantee you, one way or the other, I will find out what I want to know.”
She shuddered slightly, almost imperceptibly but it was there nonetheless. Still, with a calm that surprised me she kept staring straight ahead, kept silent.
“The rules are very simple, I ask a question and you will answer it. If you don't supply an answer that I believe, there will be a penalty. However, my patience is wearing a little thin after what I've gone through tonight, so you have three chances. After that I'll find my answers another way and you'll...”
“What?” She snapped, the sneer in her voice clearly audible even if I couldn't see it on her face in the low light. “Kill me? I don't think so, you have to obey the law after all and that would be nothing short of murder.”
I'd been hoping it wouldn't come to this, but I knew there really wasn't another way around it. Taking a deep breath I focused my mind inwards, searching within myself for something I normally kept under a tight rein. I'd felt it before, twice, both times in the midst of a fight and the results had terrified me for months afterward, so much so that I'd forced it down, forced it back and kept it locked away in the back of my mind. Somewhere within me I felt it wake, felt my posture change and my breathing deepen as the beast awoke.
“Obey the law?” I asked, my voice so deep it seemed to rumble off the walls. “You're wrong, I don't obey the law, I serve justice and on that scale I would like nothing better than to turn this wonderful creation of yours on, bury this place under six foot of concrete and leave you to rot.” She was visibly scared now, this was something she hadn't seen before, hadn't been prepared for at suddenly the situation seemed to be spinning far beyond her control. I was almost a spectator in my own mind now, guiding my actions but not completely in control of them anymore. “This is your work, isn't it? Impressive, almost beautiful in it's own way. I wonder what it'll feel like, all those points pressing against you, tormenting your flesh for hours on end...” I was moving again, circling round, letting the tension build. I moved in behind her, pressed my lips to her ear and ran a hand smoothly down her back as I said“... sounds like hell on earth to me my dear.”
She jumped as I touched her and reacted as I'd hoped, angry at my manipulations. “You always did give yourself far too much credit, you think I'd create something like this if I was vulnerable to it? The first thing I did was imprint some simple, unbreakable rules on my mind, on my body. Nothing this machine can do to me can affect me so you may as well give up.”
“We'll see. In the meantime, let's start with a simple question. What's your name?” She stood silent, staring ahead again, defiance radiating off her in almost visible waves now. I was still behind her and stepped forward quickly, bringing my hands up to her exposed armpits and flicked my fingers quickly over her skin. She jumped, and I heard the faintest of laughs escape her lips before she could reassert control over her body. Encouraged I dived in, my fingers moving faster than any normal human could manage, probing and prodding those sensitive hollows with alternating light and heavy touches, never giving her time to adjust to any one sensation before moving on. Within seconds she was heaving within her bonds, body shaking as her head shook from side to side as she fought to keep the laughter in. It was a loosing battle though and it took barely a minute for her to crumble under my attack. Her laughter was almost musical, one of the purest sounds I'd ever heard and just for a moment I wondered what on earth could have happened to twist her into what I'd seen in the warehouse. The moment passed quickly as I concentrated on tickling her for another minute, allowing my hands to wander up her arms as far as her elbows then diving back down to her armpits to continue her punishment.
After two minutes had passed I stopped and walked around her until I was facing her. With three quick slashes I removed her bra, leaving her gasping as the cool air in the chamber caressed her breasts. As soon as that first laugh has escaped her body I'd had a plan in mind, and after that brief session I was reasonably sure it would work.
“That's your first chance, I suggest you not waste another on such a silly question. Now, what...is....your...name?”
“H...Hayley” She gasped, still trying to get her breath back. “My name's Hayley.”
“Good, see that wasn't so hard now was it?” I reached forward and shut the restraint around her waist and touched the activation stud on the side. Immediately it shrunk down until the metal rested tightly, but comfortably, around her body just below her belly button. It proved surprisingly effective at preventing movement and I watched her struggle against it for a moment before continuing.
“Why have you been kidnapping people from around the city?”
“I haven't, I just process them. I have no idea who's been doing the pickups.” She replied.
“Alright, allow me to rephrase the question, what have you been processing them for?”
“To fulfill the requirements of a client of course, what else?”
“You know” I sighed, moving forward until I was standing almost nose to nose with her “I really hate it when people try to be cute with me.”
My hands flew out and for a moment tickled her armpits again, just enough to get her laughing. They then descended south, moving down her sides and over her ribs, long, slow, teasing strokes as I worked on getting a constant stream of laughter from her body. I kept her that way for a minute and then spoke , with some difficulty, over her laughter.
“I must congratulate you on having a very well stocked interrogation room Hayley. I was simply ... amazed at what I found here.” As I spoke I dropped a hand down into a pocket of my coat and pulled out two small plastic tube, one end open, the other closed with what locked like a tiny valve mounted in the end along with a miniature circuit board. Palming one I positioned the other over her left nipple, pressing the open end onto her skin. A slight, constant pressure on the top of the tube pushed it down and with a small hissing sound it started to pump air out of the valve. Within seconds it had formed a perfect vacuum inside the tube, pulling her nipple up to its limit. I repeated the trick on her right breast and flicked each tube with a finger, causing Hayley to wince in pain.
Preparations complete I concentrated on her flat stomach and smooth sides, flicking my hands over her skin far more rapidly now, poking and prodding her ribs over and over, goosing her belly and hooking a finger inside her navel to torment the virgin skin within. She wasn't laughing gently anymore, rather she was howling, the previous musical quality turning from an orchestral symphony to thrash metal as she thrashed within her bonds. The waist restraint held her securely though, at most she could move an inch or two in any direction and then not without a great deal of effort. Her eyes were screwed shut and I could just make out the first tears running down her cheeks as she tried to fight the sensations I was inflicting on her.
I gave her twenty minutes of this treatment, playing her body like a harp, reveling in the sensations I was causing even as the 'normal' part of my mind recoiled in shock at the sheer delight the beast took in inflicting this punishment. Finally, I stopped and stood back, giving Hayley a moment to catch her breath as she hung within her prison.
“What were you processing the victims for?” I asked, once again all business. This time there was no hesitation in her answer.
“The client wan ... wanted them ready to accept suggestion, to be broken and ready to be rebuilt.”
“Good girl” I said, reaching forward. With a gentle flick I removed the vacuum tubes from her body, then brought two long, stiff feathers up to her now erect nipples and decided to start with the right breast. Catching the sensitive flesh between the two feathers I started to gently 'saw' back and forth, immediately causing a sensation halfway between ticklish hell and erotic ecstasy for her. An odd mix of short, sharp laugh and long, draw out moan filled the room and I saw her hips twitch in response to this new stimulus. I gave her about thirty seconds of this treatment, then swept my feathers over her breast in ever widening circles before moving over to the left breast and beginning the process again. For five minutes I repeated the same motions, and by the end the laughter had given way to moans of pleasure as she grew used to the gentle teasing of the feathers and gave in to the other sensations they were causing her.
“There, see what happens when you co-operate?” I asked, putting as much sympathy as I could into my voice while brushing the very tip of the feather over her skin so lightly it barely registered. “Unfortunately, you did break the rules, so that's chance two you've lost.” So saying I reached out and cut her panties away from her body, catching the now soaked material on the flat of the blade as they fell.
“N...no. It didn't, didn't affect me, I'm not, not able to feel torture, you're waisting your time.” Hayley gasped, still trying to catch her breath, but the denial had no weight behind it and I decided that I may as well show her how hollow it seemed.
“Really?” I asked, raising her panties up to her face “This would seem to prove otherwise my dear.” She had no reply to that, she knew I was well aware of what was going on within her own body, and I saw the first flicker of doubt behind her eyes as she realised I may be something far different that she'd first thought.
“I should punish you for lying to me so obviously, but I guess I can cut you a little slack under the circumstances. Now, I've got two questions left for you, this can all be over in just a few minutes if you'll play nice. Question one, who's behind all this?”
“I, I don't know. No, really, I don't know his name, he's always referred to himself as the client. But, but I do know where he spends most of his time when he's in town. The old war museum across the river, that's were we sent all the women that were conditioned as he required.”
I smiled, glad she was now giving up information voluntarily, noticing the rush to avoid any further punishment. But I knew my last question was the one that would stop her dead if anything would. “Which leaves one more thing Hayley, just one more and we can end all this. Why is he doing this?”
“I don't know.” She replied, and from the look on her face I realised she probably didn't. Still, there was something else, something she was trying to keep hidden and without a word I reached forward, slowly this time so she could see what was coming. “NO!” she screamed. “I don't know, I don't, I'm telling you the truth, please, DON'T!”
The ride back through London was surprisingly slow, partially because we wanted to give our mystery woman time to wonder what was in store for her, and partially to give me time to get patched up. The police medic, sadly a standard part of even a basic patrol these days, rode with me, working as quickly as she could to stop me leaking. Regen packs were slapped over my ribs and round my legs, solid braces strapped over the top like an extra layer of body armor to keep everything in place. The end result wasn't pretty and it still felt like my body was going to fall apart if I moved to quickly, but I could at least move and that would have to do.
As we pulled up outside the club I told Tim to hold our guest back for a few minutes as I checked out the club myself. I was surprised to see the strength of the guard force that had been left behind, Tim must have pulled some major strings in order to get this sort of response that quickly and I decided not to ask what he'd had to trade in return. They all knew me of course, though most only by sight and reputation, and almost all of them pulled back slightly as I passed. I was well aware of the rumors that flew around the city regarding the bloodhounds, and did my best to encourage them wherever possible. Anything that made the hunted a little more fearful made my job just that little bit easier, but it did have the unfortunate effect of distancing me from those that I worked with. It was a price I'd accepted long before, but it still hurt when it happened.
Walking inside I moved around the main room, avoiding the exhibits as best I could. What I had in mind needed something a little smaller than this place, though I'd improvise if I had to. Now that the lights were on full I could make out the details on the walls that had been hidden in shadow and made my way over to an alcove that had struck me as strangely quiet when I was last here. A quick look showed a tiny panel gap between the edges of the gleaming steel plating and after a couple of heavy swings with a nearby bar stool the door popped open, swinging out into the room slightly.
Inside I was surprised to find what looked for all the world like an airlock. Any seal it may have had was now well and truly gone with the outer door broken open and the inner door opened to a simple push. The sight before me struck me as a masterpiece of design, even as my mind protested at the calculated cruelty on display.
Two shafts of light lit the room, one soft and one so bright as to be almost blinding. The soft one fell on a simple leather chair, high backed and scooped up into armrests like a throne. The other illuminated a device that, despite the light shining on it, seemed to be made entirely of shadow. As I walked closer I realised it was made of a black metal, reflecting light around it in a manner that had to have been designed into it from the beginning.
It was a simple enough design, a circle of metal with restraints mounted at the top and bottom and a large hoop just above the halfway point. A closer look showed the restraints and the hoop were all mounted on rollers attached directly to the circle so that they could be moved to position the victim as required. Around the circle was another, slightly larger ring which seemed to be able to rotate independently, hovering on an air field that would let it flip through 360 degrees in any direction. The edge of that ring was lined with something that seemed very familiar and it took me a second or two to place it. It was the same material that covered the push pin wall in the main room.
I spent another couple of minutes checking the room out and figuring out how the various devices worked before heading back outside to the waiting officers. Stepping into the van I gave her a half second to stare and slipped a blindfold over her eyes. While I was perfectly willing to carry this through, if she wanted to confess without forcing me to do it that would be fine by me, and I was hoping the image of an extremely pissed off and bloody officer that she'd recently tried to kill would play on her mind a little.
The officers forced her out of the van and marched her inside the club, slowing their pace as if they were escorting the condemned to the gallows. I was impressed as that wasn't anything I'd asked them to do, and I had to admit it was damn effective. She tried to struggle free but these were the same cops who'd found their fellow officer in this club barely an hour ago and they didn't mind seeing a little payback. They muscled her down the corridor and strapped her into the machine, making sure the restraints were tight against her flesh. They left the circle around her waist open, gave one last check of the restraints and, with a quick nod in my direction, left the room, shutting the heavy, soundproofed door behind them.
I reached over and rolled the blindfold away from her eyes, down her face and stuffed it into her mouth as a temporary, but effective gag. She stiffened as I reached out and shock her head violently as the knife on my wrist popped out. With a couple of quick motions I slashed through her clothes, the slick black cloth dropping to the ground in waves until she was left standing in her underwear, the blood red material contrasting with her pale skin. Under normal circumstances she would have been devastatingly attractive, but I knew her now, had seen a little of what lay beneath that seductive surface and that was more than enough to overcome any feeling of lust she may inspire.
A final slash of the knife removed the gag from her mouth and for a moment I thought she'd break her silence until, with a visible effort she collected her thoughts and stared straight ahead into the blackness. I picked up a remote from the arm of the chair and flipped the light over the machine from it's usual blinding brilliance down to a flickering gray shadow, barely enough to highlight the outline of her body within the machine. The light over the chair went out completely and the room was plunged into darkness.
“I assume you know why you're here, but in case you don't let me explain.” I started, keeping my voice flat, emotionless as I circled slowly around her, keeping to the darkness. “You know where the next link in this chain goes and you are going to tell me, here, tonight. It's up to you how you reveal that information but I guarantee you, one way or the other, I will find out what I want to know.”
She shuddered slightly, almost imperceptibly but it was there nonetheless. Still, with a calm that surprised me she kept staring straight ahead, kept silent.
“The rules are very simple, I ask a question and you will answer it. If you don't supply an answer that I believe, there will be a penalty. However, my patience is wearing a little thin after what I've gone through tonight, so you have three chances. After that I'll find my answers another way and you'll...”
“What?” She snapped, the sneer in her voice clearly audible even if I couldn't see it on her face in the low light. “Kill me? I don't think so, you have to obey the law after all and that would be nothing short of murder.”
I'd been hoping it wouldn't come to this, but I knew there really wasn't another way around it. Taking a deep breath I focused my mind inwards, searching within myself for something I normally kept under a tight rein. I'd felt it before, twice, both times in the midst of a fight and the results had terrified me for months afterward, so much so that I'd forced it down, forced it back and kept it locked away in the back of my mind. Somewhere within me I felt it wake, felt my posture change and my breathing deepen as the beast awoke.
“Obey the law?” I asked, my voice so deep it seemed to rumble off the walls. “You're wrong, I don't obey the law, I serve justice and on that scale I would like nothing better than to turn this wonderful creation of yours on, bury this place under six foot of concrete and leave you to rot.” She was visibly scared now, this was something she hadn't seen before, hadn't been prepared for at suddenly the situation seemed to be spinning far beyond her control. I was almost a spectator in my own mind now, guiding my actions but not completely in control of them anymore. “This is your work, isn't it? Impressive, almost beautiful in it's own way. I wonder what it'll feel like, all those points pressing against you, tormenting your flesh for hours on end...” I was moving again, circling round, letting the tension build. I moved in behind her, pressed my lips to her ear and ran a hand smoothly down her back as I said“... sounds like hell on earth to me my dear.”
She jumped as I touched her and reacted as I'd hoped, angry at my manipulations. “You always did give yourself far too much credit, you think I'd create something like this if I was vulnerable to it? The first thing I did was imprint some simple, unbreakable rules on my mind, on my body. Nothing this machine can do to me can affect me so you may as well give up.”
“We'll see. In the meantime, let's start with a simple question. What's your name?” She stood silent, staring ahead again, defiance radiating off her in almost visible waves now. I was still behind her and stepped forward quickly, bringing my hands up to her exposed armpits and flicked my fingers quickly over her skin. She jumped, and I heard the faintest of laughs escape her lips before she could reassert control over her body. Encouraged I dived in, my fingers moving faster than any normal human could manage, probing and prodding those sensitive hollows with alternating light and heavy touches, never giving her time to adjust to any one sensation before moving on. Within seconds she was heaving within her bonds, body shaking as her head shook from side to side as she fought to keep the laughter in. It was a loosing battle though and it took barely a minute for her to crumble under my attack. Her laughter was almost musical, one of the purest sounds I'd ever heard and just for a moment I wondered what on earth could have happened to twist her into what I'd seen in the warehouse. The moment passed quickly as I concentrated on tickling her for another minute, allowing my hands to wander up her arms as far as her elbows then diving back down to her armpits to continue her punishment.
After two minutes had passed I stopped and walked around her until I was facing her. With three quick slashes I removed her bra, leaving her gasping as the cool air in the chamber caressed her breasts. As soon as that first laugh has escaped her body I'd had a plan in mind, and after that brief session I was reasonably sure it would work.
“That's your first chance, I suggest you not waste another on such a silly question. Now, what...is....your...name?”
“H...Hayley” She gasped, still trying to get her breath back. “My name's Hayley.”
“Good, see that wasn't so hard now was it?” I reached forward and shut the restraint around her waist and touched the activation stud on the side. Immediately it shrunk down until the metal rested tightly, but comfortably, around her body just below her belly button. It proved surprisingly effective at preventing movement and I watched her struggle against it for a moment before continuing.
“Why have you been kidnapping people from around the city?”
“I haven't, I just process them. I have no idea who's been doing the pickups.” She replied.
“Alright, allow me to rephrase the question, what have you been processing them for?”
“To fulfill the requirements of a client of course, what else?”
“You know” I sighed, moving forward until I was standing almost nose to nose with her “I really hate it when people try to be cute with me.”
My hands flew out and for a moment tickled her armpits again, just enough to get her laughing. They then descended south, moving down her sides and over her ribs, long, slow, teasing strokes as I worked on getting a constant stream of laughter from her body. I kept her that way for a minute and then spoke , with some difficulty, over her laughter.
“I must congratulate you on having a very well stocked interrogation room Hayley. I was simply ... amazed at what I found here.” As I spoke I dropped a hand down into a pocket of my coat and pulled out two small plastic tube, one end open, the other closed with what locked like a tiny valve mounted in the end along with a miniature circuit board. Palming one I positioned the other over her left nipple, pressing the open end onto her skin. A slight, constant pressure on the top of the tube pushed it down and with a small hissing sound it started to pump air out of the valve. Within seconds it had formed a perfect vacuum inside the tube, pulling her nipple up to its limit. I repeated the trick on her right breast and flicked each tube with a finger, causing Hayley to wince in pain.
Preparations complete I concentrated on her flat stomach and smooth sides, flicking my hands over her skin far more rapidly now, poking and prodding her ribs over and over, goosing her belly and hooking a finger inside her navel to torment the virgin skin within. She wasn't laughing gently anymore, rather she was howling, the previous musical quality turning from an orchestral symphony to thrash metal as she thrashed within her bonds. The waist restraint held her securely though, at most she could move an inch or two in any direction and then not without a great deal of effort. Her eyes were screwed shut and I could just make out the first tears running down her cheeks as she tried to fight the sensations I was inflicting on her.
I gave her twenty minutes of this treatment, playing her body like a harp, reveling in the sensations I was causing even as the 'normal' part of my mind recoiled in shock at the sheer delight the beast took in inflicting this punishment. Finally, I stopped and stood back, giving Hayley a moment to catch her breath as she hung within her prison.
“What were you processing the victims for?” I asked, once again all business. This time there was no hesitation in her answer.
“The client wan ... wanted them ready to accept suggestion, to be broken and ready to be rebuilt.”
“Good girl” I said, reaching forward. With a gentle flick I removed the vacuum tubes from her body, then brought two long, stiff feathers up to her now erect nipples and decided to start with the right breast. Catching the sensitive flesh between the two feathers I started to gently 'saw' back and forth, immediately causing a sensation halfway between ticklish hell and erotic ecstasy for her. An odd mix of short, sharp laugh and long, draw out moan filled the room and I saw her hips twitch in response to this new stimulus. I gave her about thirty seconds of this treatment, then swept my feathers over her breast in ever widening circles before moving over to the left breast and beginning the process again. For five minutes I repeated the same motions, and by the end the laughter had given way to moans of pleasure as she grew used to the gentle teasing of the feathers and gave in to the other sensations they were causing her.
“There, see what happens when you co-operate?” I asked, putting as much sympathy as I could into my voice while brushing the very tip of the feather over her skin so lightly it barely registered. “Unfortunately, you did break the rules, so that's chance two you've lost.” So saying I reached out and cut her panties away from her body, catching the now soaked material on the flat of the blade as they fell.
“N...no. It didn't, didn't affect me, I'm not, not able to feel torture, you're waisting your time.” Hayley gasped, still trying to catch her breath, but the denial had no weight behind it and I decided that I may as well show her how hollow it seemed.
“Really?” I asked, raising her panties up to her face “This would seem to prove otherwise my dear.” She had no reply to that, she knew I was well aware of what was going on within her own body, and I saw the first flicker of doubt behind her eyes as she realised I may be something far different that she'd first thought.
“I should punish you for lying to me so obviously, but I guess I can cut you a little slack under the circumstances. Now, I've got two questions left for you, this can all be over in just a few minutes if you'll play nice. Question one, who's behind all this?”
“I, I don't know. No, really, I don't know his name, he's always referred to himself as the client. But, but I do know where he spends most of his time when he's in town. The old war museum across the river, that's were we sent all the women that were conditioned as he required.”
I smiled, glad she was now giving up information voluntarily, noticing the rush to avoid any further punishment. But I knew my last question was the one that would stop her dead if anything would. “Which leaves one more thing Hayley, just one more and we can end all this. Why is he doing this?”
“I don't know.” She replied, and from the look on her face I realised she probably didn't. Still, there was something else, something she was trying to keep hidden and without a word I reached forward, slowly this time so she could see what was coming. “NO!” she screamed. “I don't know, I don't, I'm telling you the truth, please, DON'T!”
