Katarn's Conquests

Intimate Interrogation


“Wake up.” Guri’s smooth voice brought Kyle out of sleep with a start. She was standing over him holding a black hood in one hand.

“We’ve landed, huh?” Kyle asked groggily, sitting up.

“You will be transferred to your new owner in a few minutes.” Guri said, handing him the hood. “You will wear this during the exchange and I will bind your hands.”

“Got it.” Kyle nodded, taking the hood. He paused, and looked back up at Guri.

“Put on the hood.” Guri ordered calmly. “Contemplating escape is unwise.”

“It’s not that.” Kyle said with a rueful smile. “I just realized this is probably the last time I’ll see you. I just want to remember your face.”

“Contemplation of revenge is also unwise.” Guri said flatly.

“Revenge?” Kyle laughed. “That’s hardly what I’m thinking. But if we ever do meet again… I’m the one who gets to tie you up.”

“Put the hood on.” Guri said, but her voice was just slightly higher.

Kyle gave the beautiful blond woman a wink and pulled the hood over his face. Guri clasped a pair of binders around his wrists behind his back and led him down the Stinger’s egress ramp. Kyle could make out the sound of hundreds of speeders from high above them and he knew beyond doubt that they were on Coruscant. That was expected. Winter had briefed him thoroughly on Imperial procedure. She had estimated that he would be transported to the female officer who had purchased him within the hour.

He never heard voices. Apparently the transaction went smoothly since there was no blaster fire and Kyle was led away by what he assumed was a pair of stormtroopers by the tell-tale clinking of their armor’s joints. A few minutes of walking, and after a very long ride in a turbolift, and Kyle was pushed roughly down into a very uncomfortable metallic chair. The cold metal was biting against Kyle’s mostly exposed buttocks and thighs. The loin cloth was starting to loose its charm.

Kyle heard the troopers leave and a door slid shut behind them. Minutes slipped by and became hours. It was impossible to tell for certain. Eventually Kyle let himself drift off, still a bit exhausted from his time spent with Guri. When he awoke, he would have felt refreshed except for the fact that he had just been struck across the face.

“Do I have your attention?” A cold, calculating female voice spoke from in front of Kyle’s hooded face.

“Yes.” Kyle responded promptly, not wishing to be slapped again. It didn’t matter. The woman’s palm whipped against his hooded cheek, knocking his head to the side. Then the hood was pulled off and Kyle blinked against the blinding light of a dozen floodlights pointing at him from every direction. He looked up at the woman standing in front of him.

She was tall, probably just as tall as Kyle. Her long dark brown hair reached to her shoulders, with a shock of white in the front running down either side of her angular, severe face. Her athletic body was covered with a red uniform that Kyle instantly recognized as Imperial Intelligence. But the most striking aspect of the woman was her eyes. Her right eye was a cold blue, but her left was a fiery red. The mismatched eyes were simultaneously unsettling and captivating.

A spherical interrogation droid hovered behind her, training its disruptor directly at Kyle’s chest. It was clear that if he tried anything, he would die a swift and painful death.

“Where is your base of operations?” She asked quietly before slapping him hard across the cheek again.

Kyle’s mind reeled. How had his cover been breached? Was there a mole in the Alliance?

“What are you talking about?” Kyle asked, his fear making the desperation in his voice more convincing.

“I ask the questions, you rebel scum!” She screamed with a sudden fury that came out of nowhere. One moment she was completely calm and the next she was frothing with pure outrage. She curled her hand into a fist and gave Kyle a respectable right cross. Stars whirled before Kyle’s eyes and he shook his head to clear them.

“This will go far easier if you just cooperate.” She sighed. Just as suddenly as it came, the anger was gone. Once again she was completely in control and relaxed. “Tell me where the rebel base is, and we can avoid any needless suffering.”

“I hate the rebels!” Kyle blurted with sudden inspiration. “They… they murdered my father in an attack!” Years ago, Kyle had believed that to be true. It had spurred him into joining the Empire and becoming a stormtrooper. When he learned the truth, that it had been the Empire that had killed his father, he’d left and begun his mercenary career. But the pain of loosing his father was easy to tap into.

“Is that so?” The woman said skeptically, tapping two fingers thoughtfully on her belted waist. “Perhaps. The rebels are a vicious and inhuman bunch.” Then suddenly the rage appeared and her fist slammed into Kyle’s abdomen, knocking the air from his lungs. “Or maybe you’re LYING!!!”

Kyle gasped for breath, shaking his head in wordless denial. He was quite certain that this woman was utterly insane. He wondered why the Empire would allow such an unstable individual to handle a task as important and delicate as interrogation of rebel agents.

“I’ll find out one way or another.” She purred confidently, once again completely calm. Then she reached down and tore away Kyle’s loin cloth. “You will tell me the truth.” She tossed the fabric aside and then grabbed Kyle’s sac in her hand.

Kyle braced himself, expecting her to squeeze down to torture him. But instead she began firmly but gently massaging his testicles. Kyle was thoroughly confused, but the woman was good, and in a few moments his manhood awoke, rising up hard and straight from his groin.

The black and white haired woman’s hand moved up to wrap around Kyle’s thick shaft. She ran her fist up and down his hard cock, holding him in a firm grip. Kyle grunted as the pleasant sensations coursed down his manhood and through his loins.

“Perhaps you really are telling the truth.” She mused, continuing to slowly and deliberately stroke his member. “Males in the rebellion are statistically thirty to forty percent smaller than Imperial officers. I theorize that their rebellion is largely driven by an inferiority complex.”

Kyle blinked in confusion. He wondered why this woman was wasting time spouting Imperial propaganda when she was supposed to be torturing him. Then her other hand came up to massage his sac while her fist continued stroking him, and suddenly Kyle didn’t care what she was talking about.

The woman’s red and blue eyes stared down at Kyle’s face. She watched his eyes close shut, his mouth open in a silent roar as her skilled hands worked his loins into a froth of pleasure. Kyle’s muscular chest heaved with each breath, and the woman saw his chiseled pectorals ripple with power beneath his skin. He was helpless, completely at her mercy.

“Nnnghhh!” Kyle grunted as the woman groped his testicles aggressively. Her other hand began jerking hard on his cock with tremendous results. Kyle set his jaw, holding back against the pleasure. He was sure this woman was going to kill him, and he wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction of making him come like a hormonal adolescent.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” The woman asked, amused. Then the rage returned. Her face contorted into a vicious sneer. Her hands went wild on Kyle’s groin. “Come on, you pathetic excuse for a man! Give in!”

Kyle clenched his teeth. His breathing was fast and shallow, but he kept holding out. He tightened his abs and pictured all manner of grotesque images in his mind’s eye to stem the rising tide of pleasure in his loins.

“You can’t resist forever!” The woman snarled.

He knew she was right. Kyle resigned himself to his fate and prepared to let the pleasure wash over him. Just as he felt his climax approaching, the woman’s hands released him. She stepped back, leering down at Kyle’s cock as it twitched wildly on the brink of release. Kyle looked up at her with wide, desperate eyes.

“You didn’t want me to stop?” The woman gave him a serpent’s smile. “Oh dear, that is unfortunate.”

Kyle swallowed hard. He was so close to his climax it was driving him mad. He had broken a sweat, and his entire body was quivering with anticipation. Kyle was willing to fight and die to complete the mission, but somehow this seemed far worse. He could already feel the shame from what he was about to say, but he had to say it.

“Please.”

“Please what?” The woman asked, cupping her ear with the hand that had been working magic on Kyle’s member just moments before. “I can’t hear you.”

“I… I need to…” Kyle swallowed again, disgusted with himself. “I need you to…”

“You need me?” The woman purred, leaning toward Kyle to stare right into his eyes. Kyle shivered as her mismatched irises shimmered with satisfaction. “You have no idea.”

The woman reached out and flicked the head of Kyle’s cock with her index finger. It was enough. Kyle’s hips lurched off the metal chair as he came. His shaft convulsed, firing several volleys of his seed through the air. The woman stepped aside casually, letting it splatter on the deck, just missing her immaculate black boots. Kyle moaned with relief, letting the pleasure wash over him. He didn’t expect to survive long enough to contemplate his failure, so he was content to enjoy the pure carnal ecstasy.

After a few moments, Kyle’s breathing steadied and he looked up at the woman, waiting for her to order the interrogation droid to blast him. She held his gaze for a moment before letting her eyes travel over his naked body, dripping with sweat. She watched his manhood slowly soften. Kyle could tell she wasn’t so much admiring his body as she was savoring her moment of victory over him.

“That was…” She paused, taking in a deep breath and letting it out in a long, sensual sigh. “… so good. None of the men they sent me before ever improvised so well. I think you’ll do nicely.”

She turned to the droid hovering behind her. “I’ll want him rested and bathed before I return tonight. Have him bound in my bed.”

“You’re… you’re not going to kill me?” Kyle asked, totally flummoxed.

“Why would I kill you?” She arched an eyebrow, eyeing Kyle’s now flaccid member. “That would be a waste of materiel.” She turned as if to leave, but paused and glanced back over her shoulder. “One question: Did the rebels really kill your father?”

“Yes.” Kyle lied.

“Interesting.” She mused. “Would you be interested in revenge?”

“Yes.” Kyle lied again, but he made it convincing. It was easy enough to project his real hatred of the Empire into the lie, giving his voice a deadly edge.

“Impress me tonight,” The woman said with faint grin. “And I’ll see what I can do.”

“Can you grant me my revenge?” Kyle asked, throwing as much desperate hope into his voice as possible. “Can you do that?”

“I’m Ysanne Isard.” She said with an arrogant flourish of her hand. “I can do anything I desire.”

Kyle’s stomach flipped. He was now the concubine of the Director of Imperial Intelligence, one of the Empire’s most highly placed and, if the reports were true, most ruthless officials. She had unfettered access to the mostly highly restricted information in the entire Empire. Kyle could not have been luckier. All he had to do was spend the night pleasuring the seemingly insane woman.

Kyle felt slightly disgusted that he was actually looking forward to it. He would forgive himself, though. He always did.