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Luna smiled, locking eyes with the man, and climbed atop the desk. Her dark hair and tanned skin seemed to glow in the black getup and harsh white office lighting. Sashi pulled the man back a bit and Luna slid down onto his lap, sure to place her legs atop his arms. He went to pull one out, but she squeezed. Tight but playful so as not to arouse suspicion. She tilted her head and kissed the man on the lips, feeling his tongue press back into her mouth.

    Luna slid her gloved hands up and down his chest and shoulders while Sashi kissed at the top of his head. Gerald was armed with a pistol in a clipped band on his utility belt. If he did manage to unholster the gun, even if only firing off a round into the wall, it could alert the people outside or hit an innocent person. Her hand slid down his chest to his belt and around to the side, unhooking a latch. To keep him occupied she ground her hips into his bulge and down onto his lap, feeling the tremble of his moan in her mouth as he shuddered beneath her.

    As she got a good hold, she pulled the object towards her, loosening the grip of her legs just long enough to slip it past between his belly and hers. His Glock 17 was in her gloved hand. She held it up in one hand and teasingly shushed him with a single index finger over her lips with the other. Sashi read the situation and her blue clad hand slipped over his mouth, muffling an exclamation of surprise and annoyance. His eyes were wide. Mostly confused.

            “Okie dokie, Jerry. Or Mike. Or Clarence. Or, hell, why don’t we just use your real name in this situation, Gerald? Here’s the deal…” Sashi released her grip, allowing him to speak.

            “Wh-what the fuck? Who in the fuck do you think you are?” Gerald growled, pulling his arms back but finding them trapped under Luna’s knees. He bounced, frustrated, under the tiny Latina. She giggled, bouncing a bit before switching her grip on the pistol, moving her hand to the hilt of it and tightening her grip. She pointed the barrel down into the top of his big belly, pushing it in so it would leave an indent. At that trajectory, the bullet would pass through his guts and pelvis. If he was lucky, it would break through some arteries and he would bleed out. If unlucky, he would spend twenty minutes in agony dying of sepsis. He clammed up.

            Luna continued, ignoring the questions, “No, no, no, we are skipping the part where you pretend to be someone else and plead. Our client wants you, but our team found that you are working with two others. Same security outfit. I assume they are here, right? Scouting girls?”

            “I don’t kn…” a blue clad hand slid over his mouth and nose and jerked his head back, another blue clad arm sliding up to keep him facing forward. Only took him a few seconds before the panic fully set in. Luna kept his arms, flailing in the panic, down and leaned back into the desk. Not comfortable but it was more about leverage than comfort. After a full fifty seconds, Sashi released her grip, her smile never leaving her face. The mans breath heaved in and out, eyes wide with panic. He took a few breaths then his chest heaved up, his mouth opened. His shout for help was muffled into the same hand as it slammed shut over his mouth and nose.

            Another fifty seconds, this time filled with more panic due to the lack of breath he had been able to get before the second round. His struggle became decidedly more violent and his forehead turned a shade of red purple before he was released. His chest heaved and the girls waited for him to quiet down before Luna continued.

            “So, here is the deal, Gerald. Every time you lie, insult, or do anything that isn’t an answer to our question, my associate is going to cut off your air. The names of your associates.”

            “Fuck you! I am going to kill…”

            Once again, the hand slid over his mouth and nose, Sashi holding him fast. As far as women went, her height paired with her exhaustive physical regimen made her more physically strong than many men. During her time in the US Army boot camp she had insisted on being able to do as many pull ups, pushups, and so on as the guys, even though the bar was set lower for female recruits. She was competitive as all hell which served her well both as a gamer and a killer. The black belt in Gracie Jiu Jutsu that the girls shared, paired with a smattering of Krav Maga and Judo that both dabbled in made them more than a match for the average guy.

    Men were often naturally stronger, at least as upper body muscle mass was concerned, especially for someone more petite like Luna. Even with her training, a big guy throwing out one heavy, lucky blow to her head could turn the tables in any fight, regardless of her training. She looked playful but watched and held fast to the man under her, careful not to give his arms any leverage to move around freely above his elbow. Sashi was much the same as far as taking chances went. The inner arms of the Zero Suit cosplay were covered in rubber grip pads and even the bottom of the high heels had been modified by hand with vulcanized rubber padding for more grip than the normal synthetic latex mix. Another full minute of the man bouncing and his eyes bulging, comically, as Luna looked on, a patient smile crossing her lips.

            “You bitches… I…”

            And once more the dance would begin, running for near a minute and a half. The man’s face had gone from red to purple by the time Sashi released him, the whites of his eyes going red from the burst blood vessels and at this point they were in danger of him having a cardiac event or stroke. Thankfully, no defiance this time, no anger, just wheezing and moaning. The man was near crying, tears streaming down his cheeks from the panic. Luna smiled and looked up at Sashi who nodded and slid a hand back over his mouth and nose, slower this time. Gerald responded as they knew he would. The truth was there was no such thing as being torture proof.

(Concluded in Part 3)

Description

Luna smiled, locking eyes with the man, and climbed atop the desk. Her dark hair and tanned skin seemed to glow in the black getup and harsh white office lighting. Sashi pulled the man back a bit and Luna slid down onto his lap, sure to place her legs atop his arms. He went to pull one out, but she squeezed. Tight but playful so as not to arouse suspicion. She tilted her head and kissed the man on the lips, feeling his tongue press back into her mouth.

    Luna slid her gloved hands up and down his chest and shoulders while Sashi kissed at the top of his head. Gerald was armed with a pistol in a clipped band on his utility belt. If he did manage to unholster the gun, even if only firing off a round into the wall, it could alert the people outside or hit an innocent person. Her hand slid down his chest to his belt and around to the side, unhooking a latch. To keep him occupied she ground her hips into his bulge and down onto his lap, feeling the tremble of his moan in her mouth as he shuddered beneath her.

    As she got a good hold, she pulled the object towards her, loosening the grip of her legs just long enough to slip it past between his belly and hers. His Glock 17 was in her gloved hand. She held it up in one hand and teasingly shushed him with a single index finger over her lips with the other. Sashi read the situation and her blue clad hand slipped over his mouth, muffling an exclamation of surprise and annoyance. His eyes were wide. Mostly confused.

            “Okie dokie, Jerry. Or Mike. Or Clarence. Or, hell, why don’t we just use your real name in this situation, Gerald? Here’s the deal…” Sashi released her grip, allowing him to speak.

            “Wh-what the fuck? Who in the fuck do you think you are?” Gerald growled, pulling his arms back but finding them trapped under Luna’s knees. He bounced, frustrated, under the tiny Latina. She giggled, bouncing a bit before switching her grip on the pistol, moving her hand to the hilt of it and tightening her grip. She pointed the barrel down into the top of his big belly, pushing it in so it would leave an indent. At that trajectory, the bullet would pass through his guts and pelvis. If he was lucky, it would break through some arteries and he would bleed out. If unlucky, he would spend twenty minutes in agony dying of sepsis. He clammed up.

            Luna continued, ignoring the questions, “No, no, no, we are skipping the part where you pretend to be someone else and plead. Our client wants you, but our team found that you are working with two others. Same security outfit. I assume they are here, right? Scouting girls?”

            “I don’t kn…” a blue clad hand slid over his mouth and nose and jerked his head back, another blue clad arm sliding up to keep him facing forward. Only took him a few seconds before the panic fully set in. Luna kept his arms, flailing in the panic, down and leaned back into the desk. Not comfortable but it was more about leverage than comfort. After a full fifty seconds, Sashi released her grip, her smile never leaving her face. The mans breath heaved in and out, eyes wide with panic. He took a few breaths then his chest heaved up, his mouth opened. His shout for help was muffled into the same hand as it slammed shut over his mouth and nose.

            Another fifty seconds, this time filled with more panic due to the lack of breath he had been able to get before the second round. His struggle became decidedly more violent and his forehead turned a shade of red purple before he was released. His chest heaved and the girls waited for him to quiet down before Luna continued.

            “So, here is the deal, Gerald. Every time you lie, insult, or do anything that isn’t an answer to our question, my associate is going to cut off your air. The names of your associates.”

            “Fuck you! I am going to kill…”

            Once again, the hand slid over his mouth and nose, Sashi holding him fast. As far as women went, her height paired with her exhaustive physical regimen made her more physically strong than many men. During her time in the US Army boot camp she had insisted on being able to do as many pull ups, pushups, and so on as the guys, even though the bar was set lower for female recruits. She was competitive as all hell which served her well both as a gamer and a killer. The black belt in Gracie Jiu Jutsu that the girls shared, paired with a smattering of Krav Maga and Judo that both dabbled in made them more than a match for the average guy.

    Men were often naturally stronger, at least as upper body muscle mass was concerned, especially for someone more petite like Luna. Even with her training, a big guy throwing out one heavy, lucky blow to her head could turn the tables in any fight, regardless of her training. She looked playful but watched and held fast to the man under her, careful not to give his arms any leverage to move around freely above his elbow. Sashi was much the same as far as taking chances went. The inner arms of the Zero Suit cosplay were covered in rubber grip pads and even the bottom of the high heels had been modified by hand with vulcanized rubber padding for more grip than the normal synthetic latex mix. Another full minute of the man bouncing and his eyes bulging, comically, as Luna looked on, a patient smile crossing her lips.

            “You bitches… I…”

            And once more the dance would begin, running for near a minute and a half. The man’s face had gone from red to purple by the time Sashi released him, the whites of his eyes going red from the burst blood vessels and at this point they were in danger of him having a cardiac event or stroke. Thankfully, no defiance this time, no anger, just wheezing and moaning. The man was near crying, tears streaming down his cheeks from the panic. Luna smiled and looked up at Sashi who nodded and slid a hand back over his mouth and nose, slower this time. Gerald responded as they knew he would. The truth was there was no such thing as being torture proof.

(Concluded in Part 3)