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You had been waiting in that room for what felt like hours, strapped to a chair. You had no idea how you’d ended up here.

You thought you had been careful, had all the bases covered, Captain Jenna had assured you that your cover was solid.

But here you were, captured by the Farspace Fleet and thrown into this overly equipped room awaiting interrogation.

You hear the door open and heavy footsteps make their way towards you, getting louder and echoing through the room as the figure closed the distance between you.

You didn’t think footsteps could be described as clinical and strategic, but there was no other way to describe the approach the person was taking to you.

Your breath catches in your throat as he finally comes into your view, in full formal uniform. “If you understand the situation, then let’s go ahead and have a nice chat,” he said, his severe eyes looked like they were scanning you inside out.

He looks so familiar, you can’t put your finger on it. You try your luck, maybe you can talk your way out of this. “Sir, have we met before? You seem familiar,” you said.

He frowned, “You’re wrong,” he responded, moving closer, invading your personal space, “Show some respect to the Farspace Fleet’s Colonel.”

The Colonel? You knew you were screwed but now you were realising exactly how screwed. You tried to appeal to him again, “You really do seem like someone I know, someone I’m searching for.”

He chuckled, moving out of your space “Watch your mouth. You really think I’m that gullible?” he asked, moving around to pick up a scanner.

“What is this?” you asked. “An interrogation of course, and a thorough inspection,” he said coldly.

He started to move the scanner around you before it sparked and died. He sighed heavily. “Well looks like we have to do this the old-fashioned way,” he said, not giving anything away.

Your bindings unlocked. “Get up,” he said, sternly. Instantly, you stood, rubbing your wrists. “Am I free to go?” you asked, confused.

The Colonel laughed a full-bellied laugh, and then looking at the confusion on your face, stopped. “Oh, you’re serious. Wow” he said.

You gasped as he pulled you closer to him by your arm, “Do you think this is a joke? You infiltrated the Fleet, impersonated a fleet officer and what you think you get to go free because of an equipment failure?” He asked.

He pushed you away roughly, “Now strip,” he commanded, no remorse on his face. “What?” you whispered, arms moving to shield you protectively.

“I meant it when I said it was an inspection and interrogation. I don’t know who you are and what bugs you have on you.

“And just because the equipment failed it doesn’t mean you’re freed from inspection. It just means I’ll have to get creative. So, strip” his tone was even, cold.

“No,” you whispered. The Colonel laughed, “This is not a request. Either you do it, or I will. The choice is yours,” he said, looking at you expectantly.

You run and he does nothing as you slam into the unmoving door. He sighs, unimpressed, “Look, I want this over as quickly as you did. So let me do my job so that I can maybe let you go,” he said.

You walk back to him, shame eating up at you. Your hands quivering as you move to undress. You toss the fleet officer uniform at him, feeling very vulnerable in just your underwear, trying to hide as much of yourself as possible.

The Colonel raised an eyebrow at you, “I said strip,” he said, looking pointedly at what you had left on.

Your eyes widened in disbelief, “Seriously?” you asked, “Don’t you think this is a bit unnecessary?”

“I take my job of maintaining Fleet confidentiality very seriously. I will take any precautions to make sure that the Fleet is protected.” He responded.

Your breathing quickened, “I swear, I don’t have any bugs on me, please,” you begged. The Colonel smirked, “Though you are very pretty when you beg, I cannot take my chances.”

You raise your head defiantly, “I won’t”.

The Colonel sighed, moving closer to you as you backed up before an unseeing force stopped you in your tracks. His arm moved behind you, efficiently unclasping and removing your bra.

You gasp, bringing your arms around your chest to hide yourself. He used that moment to rip the seams of your panties, the fabric fluttering uselessly to the ground.

A sharp breath leaves you as you become increasingly aware of how vulnerable you are in the cold room.

He grabs you by the wrist, leading you back to the chair, roughly pushing you in and cuffing you to it.

You watch as the colonel gathers your clothes, moves to the door and promptly proceeds to throw the clothes out the door, barking out instructions.

You feel exposed, terrified, the coolness of the room raising goosebumps on your skin. Your heart raced at the thought of what could happen next.

The Colonel walked back, silently uncuffing you, pulling you up. He roughly opened your mouth.

You moaned in pain. “Be a good girl and be obedient and this will be over before you know it,” he said as he shoved two fingers into your mouth, probing it.

“What the fuck!” you screamed as he removed his fingers, his hands moving to press down at your throat.

“Shut up,” his voice was cold as his hand methodically moved down to your arms, pressing with even pressure as if he’s trying to find something.

“What’re you doing?” you asked. “Inspecting, obviously. You could have some sort of listening device injected in you. One can never be too safe,” he responded.

You stomp your feet frustrated, “I don’t have anything on me!” He nodded as he continued checking, “Uh huh, and I’m not the Farspace Fleet’s colonel.”

Your breath caught in your throat as his hands moved to your chest. Gloved fingers pressing and probing your breast. “What do you think you’re doing?” you whined as his fingers pinched your nipples.

He leaned closer and whispered in your ear, “Inspecting.” He kept worrying your nipples, pinching and pulling at them until he was satisfied. It was almost like he was enjoying the little pained gasps he was drawing out of you.

“You’re sick. You don’t have to do this,” you pleaded. “But I do. I have to do my job, there are eyes everywhere,” he said, his hands moving down your ribs, pressing and squeezing.

“Eyes?” you asked. He subtly nodded to the corner of the room where you saw a blinking lens. Tears gathered in your eyes as shamed watched over you, “There’s cameras here?” you asked in disbelief.

The colonel was unbothered, “This is an interrogation room. What did you expect? A bed and breakfast?” he mocked you.

Your arms go back around your chest again as he kneels, his hands very close to your sex. You closed your eyes and hoped he’d show some mercy.

Sure enough, his hands started moving down your thighs instead. However, as much of an asshole he was, it didn’t help that the colonel was incredibly handsome, and it had been a while since you had a man on his knees in front of you.

You try to subtly press your thighs together as he moves down to check your feet. It doesn’t go unnoticed, but he doesn’t say anything.

He gets back up and spins you around, bending you over the chair ass up. You gasp as he roughly gropes your ass, pinching it and spreading it apart.

“Stop,” you whine, weakly. You were not expecting the impact. You feel the air leave your lungs in a rush as you hear the sharp slap on flesh before you feel it.

“I said, be obedient,” the colonel said, roughly swabbing your asshole without any warning with his gloved finger.

You whimper in pain but it’s over as quickly as it began. He moves you around and shoves you back into the chair.

You look at him with anger and disgust, “Happy now?” you asked. He grins, very boyishly, “I don’t take any pleasure from this,” he said.

You lean back into the chair, “Uh huh sure you don’t. There are you convinced I’m not bugged now?” you ask.

“Not quite,” he said as he moved to pick up something. He turned around with a huge syringe filled with a clear liquid and a bowl.

“What…what’s that for?” you ask, terrified. He smirks, “There’s one place I haven’t checked yet,” he says. He places the items next to you and moves to part your legs.

You fight against him. “No, stop it. please,” you beg even though the please fall on deaf ears. The colonel pays no heed to your cries.

He roughly throws your legs over the arms of the chairs, moving your hands back into the cuffs, effectively leaving you spread apart, legs locked behind your own arms.

You struggle to move your legs to no avail. The colonel kneels between your legs, his breath washing over your spread pussy.

He took the syringe and bowl in his hands. You struggle harder, trying move your legs from the cage of your own arms, begging him to let you go.

You sob as he places a sharp, calculated smack right on your pussy. “Be good and this will be over.”

Your sniffles echo in the room. He looks like he takes pity on you, “Listen, it’s just water. I’m just going to squirt it in so it can wash away anything that’s inside,” he explains.

It’s the most human you’ve ever heard him sound. Tears still flow freely, “Please, there’s nothing there. I don’t know anything. Just please let me go.”

“I can’t do that, but I’ll make this as quick as possible,” he said, gently inserting the syringe into you.

You stifled a moan as warm liquid filled you. “Good girl,” the colonel whispered, and you whimpered, more than just water escaping your pussy.

Fuck were you really that desperate, you wondered. You moaned louder as his palm firmly pressed down on your lower abdomen to encourage you to let all the water out.

“There you go,” he whispered, “All done,” he said soothingly, as if he was addressing a wounded puppy.

Your voice wavered as you asked, “Can I put my legs down, please?”

The colonel chuckled, “It’s so cute that you’re still making request. It’s just the inspection part that’s over. The interrogation has even started yet and you’re already squirming in your seat,” he said, degradingly.

“Now tell me who you are,” he asked. You provide your alias, and your fleet officer details, still trying to keep up the ruse.

He looks at you indignantly, “Do you think I’m stupid?” he asked, his baton lifting your chin, “I know you’re not Officer Lara. She never made it to onboarding and then you show up instead.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you deny, regurgitating your cover story. “You’re making me mad, pipsqueak,” the colonel’s voice hardened.

His baton slowly moves down your throat, tracing a line between your breasts before it came down harshly upon your nipple.

You yelped, unsuccessfully trying to move away. “I’m telling the truth, I swear. Please colonel, stop,” you begged.

The colonel’s fingers mercilessly pinched your other nipple, twisting it as his right hand grabbed your chin roughly, “This will only be harder for you the more you resist.”

You whimper before harshly biting down on the finger closest to you. The colonel laughed, shoving his thumb deeper in your mouth.

You gag, trying to move away from his finger. He moves, removing the glove of his right arm to reveal just metal, “You can bite as much as you want, champ. You’re only going to make this harder for you.”

You growl, spitting in his face in defiance. His face stays devoid of any expression as you feel a sharp slap echo across your pussy, a jolt going straight through your clit.

You yelp trying to push away but the colonel pulls you closer, fisting your hair, his prosthetic hand cool against your aching flesh.

“This isn’t a game. I will do whatever it takes to get information. How far is up to you. You don’t want to tell me your identity, fine. What do you want with the aether core?” he asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you cry. SMACK! Another slap echoes against your clit.

You feel yourself go shamefully wet. The Colonel is too close to you. One hand on the chair, encasing you with his body while his other hand punishes you with sharp swats to your clit.

He rubs the flesh softly, a soft moan leaving your lips, before he slaps it again, “Tell me!”

“I don’t—” SMACK! You moan out loud, your pussy gushing. The colonel looked surprise, as if just noting how wet you were as he looked at how much his metal fingers looked wet and shiny.

“Are you seriously getting turned on by this?” he asked, incredulously. You shake your head in denial, “You’re just kidding yourself.”

The colonel’s hand softly brushes against your body, taking a different route, softly brushing against your nipple before moving down your ribs, your stomach. “Tell me what I need to know,” he said, every brush of his hand, sending electricity through your veins.

“I don’t know anything about an aether core. I just came here to investigate the explosions!” you admit.

His fingers move slowly down your body, pressing into your clit. “Hng, please” you moan.

The colonel’s voice turns husky. “You want more?” he asked, circling your clit purposefully. You shake your head in rejection.

“Don’t lie,” he whispered, dipping two fingers into your pussy and then bringing them up to smear them across your lips, “Look how wet you are.”

You bit your lip to contain your moan. The colonel’s face grew into a smirk, as he pulled his lips from under your teeth, his voice low, deep and enticing, “You don’t have to hide yourself.”

You make a pathetic attempt to close your legs. “Oh no no no,” he husked out, playfully as his fingers continued to worry your clit, supressed moans escaping through you.

Fuck why was he so hot? Your head becomes cloudy, as he worked your clit, pleasured gasps freely coming out of you.

“You’re lucky you’re hot, I’d have way worse tactics if anyone else was in this chair,” The colonel remarked, haughtily.

You just moan, needily in response. Your chest rising and falling as you pant in pleasure. He moves down to your line of vision; you can barely make him out through your pleasure filled gaze.

“Look at you taking it like a good girl. What a good whore you are,” The colonel degraded, his touching getting more intense, heavier.

You couldn’t stop moaning now, breathy, high pitched and scattered. You let out a high-pitched keen as his mouth proceeds to latch on to one of your nipples, nibbling and sucking on it till it peaked which sent pleasure to all the right parts of your body.

You squirm, trying to touch him, yourself, anything, and he holds you down by the hip. “Please, please,” you beg, not even sure what you’re asking for.

You’re not supposed to like this. The colonel smirked, “Do you want to cum? Is that it? Does this slutty pussy want to cum all over me,” he was so filthy as he pinched your clit harshly and bit your nipple at the same time.

You let out a loud yelp and shudder, the orgasm intense and hitting you like a freight train. Your body shakes and quivers as you cum, squirting all over him.

He looks at you in surprise, “Did you just squirt?” his expression turned more entertained as he smirked, “Oh squirt, I’m going to have so much fun with you,” his lit up like he’d just found a favourite new toy to play with.

Your chest is still heaving as you come down from the high, “Colonel, please,” you beg, whether to let you go or to keep going, you don’t know.

His bionic fingers pinch at your sensitive clit as you flinch away. He grins at your reaction, “Oh sweetheart, how can I let you go when I haven’t even finished with you yet?”

A finger teases your hole, barely dipping in as your chest heaves in exertion, you slowly start to come down, when without any warning, your breath gets stolen away as you’re suddenly breached.

It takes a minute to notice that the scream of pleasure and pain is from you, that the wetness on your cheeks is your tears and that the intense vibrations on your clit, inside you, is his hand, vibrating?!

Three thick fingers are inside you, not thrusting but twisting and turning, as his palm tortures your clit, because that’s what it is, a torture of pure pleasure.

You thrash, your movement severely limited by your legs being locked by your own position where you’re so open for assault.

You didn’t even realise your eyes were closed until they flew open, surprised at the bite of sharp pain.

You follow the sensation to see the colonel’s head between your thighs, his eyes staring right into yours as he roughly nips at your clit.

“Please,” you’re crying now, it’s all too much, to be filled with vibrating mechanic fingers while you’re nipped and pinched, it’s too good, too much, too everything.

He nips at your clit again and you gasp. “Eyes on me, squirt.”

You look down as his smile turns cruel. While three fingers are in you, vibrating and going insanely deep, you can feel it in your throat, another hand moves to your clit, pulling the protective hood back.

He blows on the sensitive and very exposed flesh…before his vibrating thumb pressing punishingly on it.

You scream, trying to get away, your ass lifting off the chair, “No, no, stop, stop!! Please I can’t!”

He moves, pushing you down into the chair as his fingers rip out of your pussy and a sharp crack echoes through the room as they land on your clit harshly, “Be-have!”, he punctuated it with a harsh pinch to your already aching clit.

You scream and shake violently as you squirt again, “Please, please, no more,” you beg, as you involuntarily thrust against his hand, your juices going everywhere.

The colonel looked surprised, “Wow, who knew you were such a pain slut?” His other hand go back into your fold, each brush of his calloused fingers making you want to keel over.

“No, please, please, enough. Give me a minute,” you pant, your body still quivering. Your clit hurts, it burns but the pain never felt so good. What was he doing to you?!

You realise throughout all of this, he hadn’t even asked you one question. “A minute? I don’t know, squirt, my time is precious. I don’t know if I can wait that long,” he says, stroking along your thighs.

You tense up as he kneels back down to nose along the inside of your thighs, keeping you on edge as you come down from your high, placing kisses, gently biting along them.

You let out small little pleasured gasps at the gentle stimulation, allowing your body to cool down. You tense up again as he places the back of his hand against your pussy, but he doesn’t do anything.

“Wow, you’re still so warm here, so wet.” He says, as he laps up the wetness around your pussy, but never actually touching the overstimulated parts.

He gets back up and detaches your cuffed hands from the chair and gently lifts your legs back down from the hand rests of the chair.

The gentleness of his actions give you whiplash. Was this the same man who punished you to the point of pleasure?

You didn’t notice the colonel had moved away until he comes back with a glass of water. “Drink,” he says, though his words were cold, his hands were gentle as he directed the glass to your lips.

You want to refuse and be difficult, but you saw what difficult gave you and you were exceptionally thirsty.

You greedily lap at the water before he grabs the back of your neck and stops you. “Slowly, don’t be so greedy,” he says before letting go again.

You take in the water slowly, letting it cool you down. You notice how numb your entire body feels. Your arms and legs feel so heavy like you can’t move them anymore.

No wonder he undid your binds, even though the bands of the cuffs rest heavily against your wrists. Even if you could put up a fight it wouldn’t be much of a fight. You look at him through your eyelashes, “More?” you ask, softly.

He goes back to grab some more water without a word, helping you drink it as your body feels like it’s one with the chair.

“You’re being such a good girl,” he whispered, his voice going straight to your pussy. You press your thighs together as you fell it get went but whimper as it stimulated your still sensitive clit, moving your legs back out again.

He notices, because of course he fucking does, “Oh, did you like that?” he asked, his bare hand rubbing a thumb across your lower lip, “Does my good girl want me to fuck her again?” he was crude but by the gods did it do things to you.

Fuck, you did! You did want him to fuck you. You slump into his chest, and he quickly grabs you. His mask slips a little, “You, ok?” he whispered. You nod, lightly.

He lifts you out of the chair, sitting on it and situating you on his lap, holding you close and running his hands down your arms, soothing you.

You push closer to him, appreciating is warmth. His entire form enveloped you, his arms tight around, making you feel weirdly safe and protected.

“You good?” he asked, his voice now gentle, traces of the rough colonel nowhere to be found. You snuggle closer into his warmth and nod.

His left hand comes to caress your cheek, and you nuzzle into him, your brain feels so mushy and good.

“So, what were you doing here? Hm? We’re so intimately acquainted you can at least tell me who I made cum like three times.”

You look at him in shock, the audacity of this man! But your mouth is dumber, and you let out your name.

He repeats it, like he likes the way it sits on his tongue, “Pretty name for a pretty girl,” he compliments you.

“See, wasn’t that easy? You could’ve just said that earlier and saved yourself a lot of trouble,” he admonished you like you were a child.

His voice was honeyed, “Why don’t you tell me more, sweetheart? Why are you here?” he asked, his nose tracing along your jaw line and going down your neck, placing soft kisses on it that short-circuited your brain.

You look at him incredulously and try to squirm out of his group, “You’re only being sweet to fish for information!” you exclaim.

His eyes hardened, his arms tighten around you, his mouth curving into a cruel smile, “Aww, did you think I really cared about you?” he asked.

“But honestly, I’m really hoping you take your time because I am having so much fun getting you to break, which you will.” He said.

He reaches his hand out and you hear something open before a bunch of stuff fly out and deposit themselves neatly on a table by your chair, within reach of the colonel.

“You’re such a sick fuck. What do you want from me?” You ask, angry.

“Honestly, at this point, I just want to see how many times you can come and how much you can scream. I want to see what this body is capable of,” he said, plopping you on his lap and running his hands up your torso.

You cover your tits with your now freed arms and the colonel tsks, “Cmon, really? After everything they’ve already seen?” he asks.

You turn away from him, and stare of into the distance. The colonel pushes you closer to him, “Is that really how you want to play it? I was going to be nice, but now, if you’re not going to be obedient, well…you know what they say about bad girls”.

He roughly manhandles your hands behind your back, your high-tech bracelets becoming cuffs once again.

You struggle against them, fruitlessly. “What even are these?” you ask. “Highly catered to my evol. Only I can control them,” he responded, playfully cuffing and uncuffing you by waving a hand over them.

You growl in frustration as his hands make their way up your body again, straight from your thigh, brushing past your clit, moving up your torso until they ended up under your boobs.

You had your head firmly turned away, not willing to participate. He shook you like a doll, his eyes widening at how your boobs bounced.

“Fuck look at them. They must be the most perfect pair of boobs I’ve ever seen,” he said, reverently running his fingers over them.

You whip your head to him sharply, “You’ve seen other boobs?” you frown. He smirked before his mouth descends on your nipple, sucking at it and worrying it with his tongue like a man starved.

His other hand went to your right nipple, his rough and calloused fingers plucking them to stiff peaks.

You whine, letting out puffs of pleasured moans as you grind your pussy on his clothed thigh, your bound arms causing you to push your chest right into him.

The colonel bites and sucks on your nipples, eliciting little pained moans from you that go straight to your clit and his dick if the huge tent in his pants was any indication.

One hand at your back pushes you into his thigh as you ride it, the pressure building up in you, as he tortures your nipples in the best way possible.

You don’t know when you start begging but every gasp of yours seems to be punctuated with a please. The colonel doesn’t acknowledge it, seeming to have a one-track mind as he squished your boobs together so he could take both your nipples in his mouth at once.

You moan loudly, throwing your head back as your pace gets faster. He bit into your breast as his fingers twisted your nipple sadistically.

You cum with a scream, riding out your orgasm on his thigh as tears scream down your cheeks.

You don’t even realise you’ve closed your eyes until they fly open, a yelp punching out your chest when you feel a sharp pain on your nipple.

You look down to see something shiny on it, a clamp. You look at the colonel in surprise as his fingers move to take the other nipple in his hand.

“No no,” you squirm, trying to move away from him, unsuccessfully, as he clamps your other nipple too, drawing another yelp from you.

He levitates you slightly so he could undo and move his pants down, revealing his bear thigh. You swallow a moan as your bare flesh meet as he drops you back down.

He smirks at you as his mouth wraps around the metal on your nipple, sucking sharply on it.

You let out a wail, the pain and the pleasure and the friction of his bare thigh on your overstimulated clit driving you into another immediate orgasm, squirting all over his thigh.

“Fuck, I love it when you do that,” the colonel said as he swiped his fingers through your juices and sucked his fingers clean.

“So good,” he moaned. “Pervert!” you mutter, which only serves to encourage him further, pulling you into his chest and licking the tears from your cheeks.

You gasp as the press of your breasts against his chest cause the clamps to dig painfully into your sensitive flesh.

He pulls your face to his, his pecs continuing to stimulate your throbbing tits, as he seals your lips with his, kissing you roughly, invading your sense.

You moan in pain and pleasure, more tears tracking down your cheeks as your body instinctually grinds down on him, flinching away however, when the oversensitivity becomes painful.

You feel like a live wire, like at any minute, you could fall apart. He doesn’t seem to care, biting his way down your neck, your chest, like he’s marking his visit.

Like you’re a world wonder and he’s desperate to etch his existence into your very being. Bruises bloom all along your skin like you’re a canvas painted with the richest purple hues.

The pain and pleasure get to your head as you sink into a haze, the difference between the two getting lose in each other.

You whine as he presses a soft kiss to the top of your breast, wet and inviting, like she’s precious, before biting down sharply, ruining her.

His bionic thumb rests against your clit, you don’t expect the soft hum as his finger vibrates. You’re full on sobbing now. Every tiny touch feels like your skin is on fire.

You try to move away, to reposition but his grip is like steel, even without using his evol, pressing small kisses and kitten licks on your trapped nipples, sending sparks straight to your lower regions.

The next orgasm is too much, too fast, too intense as your scream echoes through the room, your body shaking violently as you beg him to stop.

“Please, please, no more, please,” you sob, as you fall into him. He makes quick work of the clamps, removing them and tossing them aside, the sudden rush of blood causing you to go over the edge once again.

“What the fuck,” you surprise yourself. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve come. The colonel holds you close now, not touching you more than necessary, softly soothing you, detaching your cuffs, and wrapping you up in a blanket that was nearby.

He gives you more water to drink, making sure you sip it slowly and don’t choke yourself. “Good girl,” he said, his voice going directly to your pussy as you feel yourself get wet once more regardless of how completely worn out and tired you are.

His voice is like velvet, soothing, as he continues to talk, “You know, maybe I should just keep you here with me. Bell you like the feisty cat you are and use you until I get my fill.”

He moves closer to your ear, and he whispers, “But I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill. I’ll just keep you here, in Skyhaven, forever. Mine to use, to touch, to fuck,” he crooned as he tightened his hold around you.

You let out a little whimper. There’s no way he was letting you go even if you did give him what he wanted. At this point, you were just grateful for the break before he continued his assault on your body.

He tilted your tired face up and kissed you, soft, deep and one could mistake it for reverence and love.

You kiss back, tiredly. Like it’s instinct. He unravels the blanket from around you. You sigh into his mouth as you prepare yourself again for what’s going to happen next.

“You know, in medieval times, there was this method, where you get impaled as a torture technique,” he says, like it’s a topic of casual conversation.

You have no idea what he’s on about, but it sends your heart racing. “Did you know about that?” he asked, innocently, head cocked.

You shake your head, silently. He smirked as cinematically pulled out his dick. Your eyes widen in horror and surprise, as you scramble away from him, falling ass first to the floor.

He doesn’t do anything, he just looks entertained as he leans forward, supporting his head in his palms, “Squirt, are you really doing this? Do you really think you can run away?”

He sounds arrogant, like you’re not even worth the chase, which, for some reason, brings tears to your eyes.

You pout at him, unwittingly. He’s still smirking as he reaches out a hand to help you up. You take it, ending up back in his lap, staring at his abnormally thick dick.

You look at him in fear, “It won’t fit,” you whisper. The colonel, of course, grins, “That’s the best part, squirt, I’ll make it fit,” he sounds smug and excited.

He pulls you into him, his lips devouring yours as your bodies writhe against each other. His fingers gliding down your body, tapping your clit teasingly before entering you.

You gasp and sigh into his mouth at the intrusion, grinding against the digits that are prepping you. You don’t think about what’s to come, trying to get through this moment that you’re definitely not enjoying.

Your hands thread into his hair, his colonel hat falling off his head as you pull him closer to you, kissing him like your life depended on it.

He held you close, one arm at your back, the other slowly moving in and out of you, ever twist of the finger making you moan straight into the kiss.

He broke apart as he moved his finger out of you, a thin thread of fluid connecting your mouths and his finger to your pussy.

He used that wetness to stroke himself, getting himself nice and wet as he moved you up, positioning you over the tip of his dick that will definitely not fit. This is for sure how you die.

You feel gravity act on your body, levitating you, the tip of his cock kissing your entrance.

“Now, sweetheart, what do you know about the aether core?” he asked.

You try to play dumb. “What’s an aether core?” fuck! not that dumb.

His cock breaches you, the tip barely in, yet it punches a breath out of your body.

You’re being held up, the only point of contact being with his contact and his evol.

“I know you’re not that stupid squirt,” he croons.

“Please, it’s too much. I mean it, I only came to investigate the explosions. My grandmother died in one of the—unh!” you scream as you slip further down his cock.

His head breaches you with a pop and you let out a pained moan.

“It’s true I promise” your arms try to find purchase on his chest. You don’t try to push him away. You know that’ll do nothing.

The colonel softly rubs your clit, making you wetter as he asks his next question, “What were you doing in the auction at the N109 zone?” he asked.

“I was investigating illegal protocores, I don’t know anything about an aether core,” you say.

“Oh squirt, at least give me something,” he said as you’re impaled further on his cock, you feel so full already, tears gathering at your eyes again at the pleasure with the bite of pain.

You don’t even know how you still have tears left anymore. The colonel wipes a tear and licks it off his thumb, “You’re so pretty when you cry baby,” he said.

“I… I went to investigate the wanderers and ended up at the auction,” you tell a half truth.

The colonel sighs, his evol completely leaving your body. You slam down on him, his cock entering you in one rough thrust.

Your voice is already hoarse from the screaming. As much as the sudden intrusion blinds you with shock and pain, the spikes of pleasure it sends through you is unbelievable.

“Cmon sweetheart, tell me the truth and this will be over,” he said, slowly thrusting into you, making you moan loudly.

You fall into his chest, fuck how is this so good? You felt like you were being split into two, but the stretch never felt so good.

You notice him soften to a more bearable size as he thrusts further into you, punching moans out of you as he bounces you in his lap.

You hold on to him as you gyrate against him, lost in haze of your own pleasure, “Please, please, Cay—hunh”.

“Yea? Does that feel good?” he asked, kissing you and nipping at your nipples.

“Mmmf, yes, please, please more,” you beg.

He moves faster, punching tiny moans out of you. “ah ah ah, I’m gonna cum,” you whine as his pace abruptly stops.

“huh?”

“Only good girls get to cum. You’ve cum enough today. Tell me what I want to know and maybe I’ll let you come,” he said.

You groan and drop your forehead to his shoulder as he softly gyrates against your clit, enough to work you up but not enough for you to finish.

“I’m telling the truth, please.” You whine, nipping at his jawline.

He turns you around, reverse cowgirl style so that you’re speared open on him.

“Cmon pretty girl, tell me what I want to know,” he said, resuming his thrusting as a palm came down against your clit.

“FUCK! CALEB!” you whine out loud, the sting sending pleasure straight to your head.

He pinches a nipple, “That’s Colonel to you, officer,” he said, bouncing you up and down, spanking your clit in tune with his thrusts.

He holds you against his chest with an arm wrapped under your tits, the fingertips playing sweetly with them.

The pressure builds up once again. The slight sting from your abused clit mixing in with the pleasure.

You let out stuttered whines and moans as the pressure builds again. You don’t say anything now, but he abruptly stops anyway, a sharp slap to your clit making you let you a reverberating moan.

“No no no no,” you sob, “Let me cum, please let me cum,”

He doesn’t dignify your pleading with a response, roughly turning your head to kiss you as he starts thrusting into you again.

 His bionic arms rests against you this time and you tense up. The colonel groans pained, “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight!” he sinks his teeth into your shoulder as he fucks into you.

You whine, your eyes rolling back as you go pliant against him. You just needed to come. You flinch and clench against his cock in surprise as his bionic arm vibrates against your clit.

“Please, please, please, too much, too much,” you beg as you grind yourself against him, absolutely blissed out from all the sensations happening in your body.

He places a soft kiss against your shoulder which makes you let out a small sob. “Tell me what I want to know beautiful,” he crooned.

You snap. Babbling out everything. Every single information you’ve known in your life. Your first day with Tara, the explosions with your grandma, the Nest, whatever little you know about the aether core, everything.

The colonel picks you up moving you both out of the chair. You sob when his cock slips out of you, weakly punching him.

“Please please, I told you everything!”

You hear things being thrown to the ground and you turn around to see him shoving the things on the table.

He plops you down on the weirdly comfortable table, placing a kiss on your ankle as he moves it to his shoulder, bending the other leg by your knee before he enters you in a languid move.

You keen as you are filled yet again. He started fucking you, dirty, hard, reaching parts of you, you didn’t realises exist, every grind of his hip making you moan.

“Fuck yes, don’t hid your sounds from me,” he moans as he pinches one nipple and sucks on the other one.

“Yes, right there. Oh please, more, please, so close,” you whine as he sets a punishing pace.

His thrusts pick up pace as he also starts unravelling, “Cum with me, sweetheart,” he whispers as he speeds up.

Both of your moans mixing with each other as your lips dance with each other, Your legs wrapping around his hip and nudging his ass deeper into you, your nails making pretty marks on his back.

The colonel looks lost in his haze, his hips thrusting and stuttering as he gets close, “Cum for me” he commands as he thrusts deep in you.

You still, back arching off the table as you cum, your screams echoing through the interrogation room.

His thrusts slow down as he pumps you full of him, groaning. He stills his hips, still keeping you plugged as he softly kissed you, places soft kisses over your eyes, a rare show of emotion,

He pulls out and spreads your legs open. Your chest heaves with exertion as you strain your next to see what he’s doing.

Your breath catches in your throat as you hear the shutter sound of a phone. He has his camera pointed at your oozing pussy.

“Yea I’m keeping that one,” he said, pocketing his phone. You try to close your legs, but he pulls them open, playing with the cum oozing from your entrance before pushing it back in again.

“Next time, I’m going to plug you and use till you’re full,” he said, his eyes focused on your pussy.

“Next time?” You whisper. The colonel doesn’t answer, turning around and moving out. You hear the door unlock.

“Someone will come get you,” he says as he leaves you alone in the room.

You feel dirty and used, but you feel so good as well. Your body slowly coming down from the high.

You hear the door open again as Caleb rushes in, pulling you into his arms. You hide your smile at his eagerness.

“I know I was supposed to let you like marinate or whatever, but I couldn’t wait” he said, pouting.

You giggle, letting him gently carry you out of the room that he’d set up for the whole thing and depositing you on the soft plush bed.

He gets into bed with you, running his concerned fingers down your cheeks, “Are you ok? Was that, ok? Was I too rough?” the questions all rushed out of him.

You move closer to him, kissing him softly, “Baby, I’m fine. That was amazing, you were amazing,” you reassure him.

“Yea?” he asked, he looks like a kicked puppy.

“Yes,” you say, letting yourself be pulled into his arms.

He sprinkles kisses all over your face, your neck, whatever part of you he can reach as he holds you tightly against him.

“I love you so much, pipsqueak,” he blows a raspberry into your neck, making you squeal and him, chuckle.

You smile at the duality of this man, tearing up and sniffling at how perfect he is for you.

Caleb, being Caleb, of course noticed, “What’s wrong?” he sounded concerned.

You plaster yourself to him as this perfect man hugs you tightly, placing warm, slow kisses along your hairline.

“Nothings wrong, I’m just so happy. You’re so fucking perfect, Caleb” you cry.

“You’re crying because I’m perfect?” he chuckled.

“Don’t laugh at me!” you whine, pinching nipple hard.

“OW! Ok ok! So violent,” he relented, holding you close to him, wrapping you up in his body.

“I can’t believe you created an entire set for this,” you say.

Caleb sways you in his arms, “Whatever my pipsqueak wants, my pipsqueak gets,” he says, his voice sounding smug.

You move a bit way to see his face, “Speaking off, was there really cameras recording us?” you ask.

Caleb nods seriously, “I figured you’d want to see it and let me know what I could do better next time.”

You snort, giggling at this ridiculous perfect man. “You’re such a fucking nerd! Look at you preparing for a performance review.”

He just looked at you with all the love in his eyes. “So? What’s the verdict then?” he asked, softly, a little insecure.

You push him to his back and climb on top of him, moving down to brush his nose with yours and then kissing it, “It was perfect. Everything I ever wanted.”

He smiled and kissed under your eye, “Good to know. You deserve the very best,” he whispered as he stroked your back gently.

You nuzzle into him, kissing him lazily wherever you can reach.

“Oh, what about your dick?” you ask.

“I used something that would enhance the size for a little while,” he responded.

“That was a good touch, but I love the size of your dick normally,” you told him.

He nodded, “Good to know.”

You both stay silent for a bit before something hits you and you get up, straddling his chest, “You’ve seen other boobs?!”

He’s instantly caught of guard, “What?” he asked, his hand travelling to your hips to support you in place.

“In there, you said these were the most beautiful boobs you’ve ever seen.” You pout, crossing your arms against your chest.

He chuckles, getting up and flicking your forehead, “Baby I was committing to the bit.”

You pout, arms still crossed, “That better be it.”

He pulls your arms away from your chest, pulling to him, lifting you up by the chin, “You’re the only girl for me, baby.”

You close the gap between the two of you, sinking into the comfort of each other as you kiss, soft breaths passing between each press of lips, your hands finding purchase at any exposed skin.

Caleb’s the first one to pull away, and you whine at the break in contact. “I think your bath is ready.”

You whine, “But I don’t want to mooove.”

“Who said you have to?” he said, lifting you up effortlessly, and moving to the bathroom where the tub was filled with nice warm water.

He slowly laid you in the tub and you sigh in pleasure as the warm water soothes the soreness of your body.

“Is this, ok?” he asked. You kiss him on his nose again; he always looks like such a worried little puppy.

“Yes baby.”

He slips in behind you and pulls you closer as you sigh in contentment, leaning back against him. “Oh, babe how’d you get cuffs catered to your evol?” you ask, curious.

“They’re not. They’re actually controlled by a small chip.” His voice gets lower as he continues, “In fact, even my evol can’t do anything to do them.”

You turn and look at him, all the possibilities flitting through your head, “Oh, I’m going to have so much fun with you later.” You’re eyes gleamed.

“Please do,” he responded, placing another kiss on your shoulder before pulling you further into his warmth and relaxing into the tub.