'Interrogation' Squad [Open]

The guard seemed ignorant to the comments he made, he punched Damon hard in the stomach. Adam also ignored Anna's begs to be released, shoving his cock into her ass with a lot of force, it was hard, but it was in, causing a horrible, burning pain in her body.
 
Anna yelled loudly as Adam forced his 17 inch cock fully into her ass. Her body writhing in pain, tears streaming from her eyes.

She looked away when she saw the guard punch Damon in the stomach, as he doubled over in pain, the guard chaning him to the wall.
 
"Unhhhhh" I grunted

I began to laugh and taunt the guard.

"She's punches my in the stomach harder than you"

*punch*

"C'mon! Hit me like a man!"

*punch*

"Ahhhh!My grandmother hits harder than you and she's been dead for 20 years!"


*punch*

" Wow, did your mama teach you to throw a punch"
 
Adam knew he was about to cum, he took his cock out of her ass and set off his huge load, in went on her back and some of it got into her hair. He wanted to do one more thing before locking her in a cell for now. He stuck his fist in her ass and twisted it, before quickly pulling it out. He figured she'd suffered enough for today. Guards picked her up and threw her inside a cold cell with nothing but an old bed, a toilet, a large security camera, and a few peieces of meat and a peice of buttered bread for food. Murderers were treated better then Red Faction prisoners. Anna wasn't given her clothes back. Adam put his clothes back on quickly, and walked over to Damon. "Because you gave up, I'm going to pertend you didn't just walk on Government property and threaten to shoot me. I am NOT going to forget your one of the Red Faction bastards, too bad we can't haul your ass to wear you belong. I guess we'll just throw you in with that bitch for now." With that, the guards pulled Damon by the shoulders and put him in the same cell as Anna, but atleast he had clothes. The cell was sealed airtight and the front entrance was guarded heavily, the front was the only exit and entrance, the rest of the building was surrounded by mines, tanks, and a barbed wire electric fence as high as the building. There was also the robotic machine guns in the halls and the countless security cameras. If you could actually escape the cell, you'd be shot down quickly.
 
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I looked around the cell seeing Anna and the security camera.I took a field med kit from my cargo and handed it to Anna.

"Patch yourself up, soldier"

I took off my jacket so she could cover herself,at least partly.

I took out a stick of gum and chewed it to it's sticky form.

"For privacy" I said as she looked at me with a puzzled look.

I sat on the toilet and began to think.
 
Anna laid on the floor, shaking in anger and pain as he fucked her ass, and pulled out, cumming all over her body. She yelled loudly in pain as he thrust his fist into her ass, twisting it around before having a guard lead her, naked, her blood drying on her body to a cell with a cold cell with an old bed, toilet and tray of food. She sat against the wall, looking around, seeing the camera, and no way to escape. She closed her eyes, trying to think of anything she could do as the door opened, and they pushed Damon into the cell. She looked up at him, the blood on his face, he was bruised and battered, but appeared okay.

“what’s going to happen now?” she asked him quietly.
 
" What's going to happen now is we are going to find a way to bust this joint" I said as I began to tend to my wounds.

I ripped a piece of bread and began to chew on it.

"Damn, he messed you up..." I said looking her up and down.
 
Lacey

5'11'
Very toned body, worked up for protection and advancement.
Long black hair always braided into a thick snake over her shoulder.

though Lacey had looks and a body that would normally have given her a rough life she had joined the Commonwealth military as soon as she was able.
During her advancment she'd had to deal with groping officers but, they valued her quick intelligence and hand to hand combat training too much too damage her, or risk her defection.

Then she had heard about the Traitors facility. She'd heard whispers throughthe ranks of the things that went on there. Most men wanted a rotation through the prison, though some seemed to shy away from it.

Lacey had used connections made in various beds through out her career to make sure her next rotation took her to the women's prison. They all questioned her request but, she merely told them that she was curious and eager to serve.
Lacey was curious all right, but could she live with what she saw.
 
Adam had dressed in military uniform to great their new guest. The uniform was black with silver buttons and white trim. It also included black beret. "Welcome to our facility soldier. I trust you've seen some examples of the punishments given here. Women...always betraying this glorious nation, it is rare to see women actually serving their country. Now, to start, we've got 2 prisoners, a male was caught sneaking in here, down the hall a bit, and I need you to make sure that the girl is...ahem....taken care of."
 
Rayne

Rayne watched the men come and go from the restaurant but her mark always stayed. She sat quiet, watching. She didn't want to be notice for fear of being captured.

She saw a black car pull up and it peaked her curosity. She needed to get closer, find out what was going. She was sure it was big. Rayne hadn't heard from Anna and was begining to worry. She hoped her friend hadn't been found. Lord knows what they would do with her.

Rayne got up from her seat and headed to the resaurant. She'd watch while she ate, joining them. She prayed it would work. The Red Faction needed this, needed her help.
 
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Adam had dressed in military uniform to great their new guest. The uniform was black with silver buttons and white trim. It also included black beret. "Welcome to our facility soldier. I trust you've seen some examples of the punishments given here. Women...always betraying this glorious nation, it is rare to see women actually serving their country. Now, to start, we've got 2 prisoners, a male was caught sneaking in here, down the hall a bit, and I need you to make sure that the girl is...ahem....taken care of."


"And would that be retrieving information sir, or cleaning up afterward." She answered smartly. Lacey mimicked wiping a spot from her face, "You missed some just here."
 
Anna opened the med kit, cleaning her bigger wound from the chair and the cuts from the chains around her torso. she sat against the wall, her knees to her chest, covering herself in Damon's jacket.

"yeah, he did mess me up. How the hell to you plan to get out, any way we get out of the cell, we're dead. No one's gotten out of here and lived to tell about it."

she looked around the room and then at Damon.

"and even if we did, I dont have any of my stuff, no clothes, weapons, nothing"

she ran her hand through her hair, grimicing as her hand got cought in a dried mat of hair and cum. she took a rubber band from the med kit, putting her hair in a messy bun on the top of her head.
 
I'm afraid my parts done unlses another girl shows up or you actually figure a way out
 
"Well,we'll be the first to do that.Don't worry about the clothes or weapons or anything. I can get ahold of that stuff.Just take care of yourself and when the time's right we'll strike.Here,take my shirt."

I took off my wife beater and tossed it to her.I took my jacket back and buttoned it up.
 
Anna put on his shirt, it was big, he was big, muscular.

she stood up, walking, pacing back and forth trying to think of something.

"one of us might be able to get out, but one of us would have to sacrifice ourself. I'll get caught, when they're going for me, you get out"
 
Room for one more?

Name: Jack Shaggid
Position: Special Agent of the Commonwealth secret police

Rayne. He has been investigating her for a while now. It started off routinely enough - just your normal checks that were run on everything and everybody in the paranoid (or security-conscious, if you will) state that the Commonwealth was. Nothing in particular gave her away, but there were small things, and they added up. Somewhere she was just a bit TOO perfect and law-abiding, elsewhere she exhibited hints of beliefs that could be considered treasonous. It was enough to trip his experienced sixth sense. At first he ran her as a boring sympathiser, but the more he analyzed her patterns, the more he realized that she somehow ended up in too many places where deals went down, or Red Faction members met. No, she was in it. Technically, what he had was enough to arrest and prosecute her - people were executed, or worse, on far less-founded suspicions, or without any evidence at all, but Agent Shaggid had an odd thing, which often seemed useless and even harmful for someone in his position: somewhere deep down in him, there was some tiny, beaten-down resemblance of a conscience. For himself, Jack had to make sure she was for real.

"She's moving," he reported into a small radio to all units. "She's going into the restaurant. Run Bureaucrats 3-B."

Next, a pre-planned spectacle unfolded, in which two agents played the roles of fatcat government clerks, partying excessively after work in the restaurant, while Rayne, who seemed to be following them, was the sole audience.

The two men drank heavily and talked loudly, skillfully simulating gradually oncoming loss of control, looseness of moves and lips. They did that for a good half an hour, until they were in a half-faked condition, where a person did not yet crawl around on the floor, but already no longer walked straight for all the alcohol consumed during the evening.

"A-I-m-a... 'ma'gonna goto zepisser!" One of them loudly proclaimed.

Walking by, he tripped over his own feet, and the folder he held in his hands fell down, a few papers flying out, all of them with rather conspicuous "SECRET - Ministry of Labour and Corrections" stamps.

"Fu-u-uck! No' now. I neeta fuckin' piss!" He groaned out and went down to crawl around and collect the papers again. He rubbed his thighs against one another, almost dancing, and had the most pitiful expression on his face because of it, like a man who really needs to go. He collected most of the papers quickly, and then rushed off towards the restrooms like a bullet, cursing loudly, and stumbling about. Several pages that he dropped were still scattered on the floor, some of them not too far from where Rayne sat. In order to give her privacy enough to take the bait, the second 'clerk' was at this point so 'drunk' that he 'fell asleep' with his face down on the table, just inches from the plate before him.

While the two agents played out their roles masterfully, Shaggid's eyes were discretely on the young woman, with the help of a small, powerful-zoom camera. He was still outside, but could see her every move nonetheless. He sat still, his eyes excited, like a hunters'. Now was the moment of truth: would she pick up the papers and take a peek, or even heep a few pages, or call to the man's attention and tell him he dropped them.
 
Rayne

Rayne watched what was going on between the two men. They began slurring words, showing signs of being completly drunk. She watched as one passed out by his plate, and the other floundered around dropping papers on his way to the bathroom. He left behind some scattered papers close by her seat. Perhaps those contained information she needed to know.

She looked down but the papers were to far to read without picking them up. She wasn't sure if she should, what if she were being watched. Rayne usually felt others watching her, a sixth sense some had said. Sitting here she didn't feel as though she were being watched. Leaning over she took a few of the papers in her hands, folded them and got up to leave. She left movey on the table and headed towards the door, not looking back only moving forward.
 
Agent Shaggid

In his car parked outside Shaggid grinned with satisfaction when he saw her bend over and pick up those papers. What's more, she barely glanced at them, and quickly hid them on her person. She saw they were classified, but didn't yet see what, and seemed to be planning to study them much closer later. Caught red-handed. Traitor!

If before he had a fairly decent suspicion based on his experience, now Shaggid had undisputable proof. Well, let her read it. The pages contained quite a bit of interesting information for her. Such as a prisoner dossier to a Red Faction member she may have known. One young missie named Anna, who was arrested recently, presently locked up, and probably was having her every little hole abused by mean, giant cocks and various implements. The most important part of this dossier was "TBE", against which there stood today's date and a time later in the night. There was even a helpful asterix and a footnote, explaining that TBE stood for To Be Executed. That should make this busty redhead traitor act fast and make mistakes - meet somebody else without precautions, or, who knows, maybe even try to break into the prison herself. Now, that, he looked forward to!

For the time being, she was free to go, under covert observation. Shaggid trailed her skillfully, needing no special backup, since technology ensured even one well-trained agent can stay well out of sight, while knowing where his target was. The two others had to stay in the restaurant and continuing to play the part as if nothing happened, in case they themselves were still being watched. The drunk returned from the restroom and collected whatever remaining papers there were on the floor, then came back to his table, where the pair continued to load themselves up with a rather devastating mixture of vodka and beer.

Shaggid, in the meantime, stayed on Rayne's six. He caressed the gun in his shoulder holster, ready to take her in the moment she makes a mistake.
 
Lacey followed Adam deep into the prison, the sounds and smells made her sick though her face betrayed nothing.
She knew what the Commonwealth was capable of, she'd thought, until this day. She heard enough about this place to guess what was going on behind these walls,but the reality was gruesome.
Adam gestured to the door and Lacey led the way. She wasn't sure what would be waiting behind the huge metal cell door and suddenly she didn't want to see what they were doing here to women. What they would do to her if she out lived her usefulness.
 
Rayne

Rayne walked out to her car. She got in and glanced down at the papers. They mentioned a woman that had been taken into the prison. She was sure that would be Anna. She didn't want to believe it.

She knew that they wouldn't want her going in after her, all agents knew that there was a risk. They were friends, had been since Rayne started. She had to help. It was then she made the choice to go there and get her. She owed Anna that much.

Rayne took off heading in the direction of the prison. She had to think of a way in, she needed a plan.
 
The truth was all the women were being tourtured in the same way as Anna, though maybe with slightly smaller perportions, several were suspendad high above the air being fucked by machines and refusing to answer questions, many were just being fucked as punishment, one was getting whipped mercilassley and her back was raw, Adam said nothing as he silently gave her the tour. They passed by one girl, who previously was a virgin, getting rapped by over 7 men and covered in cum head to toe. He led her to the prison blocks where women not being punished or interrigated wept from their wounds and ate the disgusting and small amount of food they got. Guards passed by chatting like it was just a day on the job, machine guns in hand. He led her to where Damon and Anna where, and opened the door just long enough to push her inside before closing it. "Now make sure these 2 don't go ANYWHERE. Thats your assignment for now, carry on." He gave a quick, casual salute and went to his office, it was high above the tourture rooms that had no ceilings so he was provided an interesting veiw, [the cells do have ceiling BTW], and the ones he couldn't see, as well as the cells, were monitored by him on his computer, built into his desk, he messed around with the different camera feeds on the tilited desk area with a stilyus.
 
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