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A Binding Inquisition

For Kiya and PineconePangolin

By Draconicon

The steel doors of the police department opened with a shnikt-shnikt sound, welcoming the black-furred feline into her second place of work for the day. Second, because they'd called her away from her usual department for the use of her...special skills. Kiya shook her head as she walked by the modular desks, stepping through the safety aisles as they connected, rearranged, and parted as the different task forces were made to meet and exchange information.

She stepped through a wall of holograms to confront the police chief - a Doberman - that had summoned her away from her work across the city. Her jumpsuit pulled tight around her as she crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes.

"I want an explanation. Now."

"Yes, ma'am. Come with me."

The feline followed, her claws clicking on the metal floors as she followed the canine. They left the main floor, a few dozen feet into the back hallways before he continued.

"We picked up a pangolin from the slums, sitting on one of the water coolers and crying. Thought that she might be one of the strays, so, we brought her back here. However, after we shook her down -"

"You shook her down? Without a lawyer present?"

"You know how it goes. You gotta make sure that nobody's armed but us when we get back here, right?"

Kiya nodded. Understandable. And the concern was less for the prisoner and more for her own skin. Interrogating someone that had already been mistreated was...not going to look good for her record. She was good, but there were only so many negative marks that someone could take before the top brass started reviewing one's performance record.

"So, what did you find?"

"This."

The Doberman held a hover-container over his shoulder. Just a glass vial with a gravitational field to hold evidence in the center, but the evidence itself was what was interesting.

Kiya took the container, turning it left and right as the gem inside glimmered. She tilted it back, then hissed.

"Data diamonds."

"Right. Someone just lost a lot of private information."

Different from data crystals, data diamonds were used by the mega-rich, a means of holding information at a greater encoding and encryption level than the standard crystals. It could take a century to brute force your way into it, but such crystals usually held immensely private information.

And if this suspect had one on her person, that meant more were probably around. And if she was crying, that meant that the rest of the stash was probably held by a friend. Probably a wounded or missing friend, at that.

"Situation understood, chief."

"Tell me when you get faces, Kiya. We're counting on you."

Looks like the chief is going to be counting a bit longer, she thought as she looked down at the pangolin. This is starting to become a problem.

As an information retrieval specialist, Kiya was used to digging around in memory units for data that didn't want to be found. She had several certifications in mental hacking, and had pulled data out of various terrorists in the past that had tried to keep it hidden. Usually, people hid their information in garbage folders, around porn, or in other places that mental hackers didn't want to go rooting around in. That never bothered her.

This, however...

A data-block that knocks the host out as soon as certain adrenaline levels are reached...that's going to be a problem.

Particularly as the implant was situated right over key parts of the brain, so it wasn't like they could just remove it surgically, as they sometimes did. Taking it out would risk genuine death for the subject, and unless someone told her that the pangolin was a genuine threat to someone's life, that wasn't permitted. Kiya tapped her finger against her chin as she looked down at the unconscious woman, thinking through some of her other options.

After all, she was permitted to use most any method to get this woman to spill the beans. And as she looked over the suspect's body, she started to get a new idea.

Why not? It's been a few years, but I remember how everything works.

She gripped the other woman by the neck of her jumpsuit, lifting her off the floor and tossing her onto the interrogation table. Almost instantly, the other woman woke up again, gasping for breath, turning her head this way and that.

Kiya chuckled.

"What's the matter, suspect? Scared?"

"What - I don't know anything! Let me go!"

"Oh, you know something. You wouldn't have been found with that data diamond if you didn't know something."

"But...but I don't! I swear."

"Oh, you can swear as much as you want...but I think I'd prefer you to just...scream."

The feline smirked as she leaned over the other female, her hand drawing a line from the pangolin's shoulder to her throat, and then up to her cheek. Oh, the shivers under her fingers; she remembered those, oh so well. It had been too long.

As the pangolin stared in confused excitement, she reached up with her other hand, dragging the woman's wrists over the top of the table. A quick tug, a flick of her wrists, and a pair of hard-light cuffs bound the pangolin's arms to the table leg.

Before the suspect could freak out and knock herself out again, Kiya leaned down, pressing her lips gently against those of the other woman's. There was a brief struggle, one that she won as she kissed her a little more firmly. Just enough for her teeth to push against the insides of her lips, just enough for the other woman to feel them.

When they broke the kiss, the suspect was panting, but she was no longer on the verge of screaming. Kiya chuckled at the confusion in her eyes, shaking her head.

"Just because I can hurt you doesn't mean I have to."

"What...what are you..."

"I'm going to do whatever it takes to get information, suspect."

She ran her hand along the soft-scaled cheeks along the suspect's face, gradually drawing her claws back down the neck, then further down the jumpsuit. There were some soft curves there, but not nearly as many as one might have expected for someone that worked the streets. She imagined that, when this pangolin wasn't stealing, she wouldn't be making a living off of her body.

Still, it was pleasant enough. Pleasant enough for her to want to...play.

Her claws flexed around one of the suspect's breasts, flexing out and then squeezing down. The pangolin gasped, arching her back, biting her lips.

"Nnngh! I didn't...I don't..."

"Hard to think, hmmm? Confused?"

"A...a little..."

"Good. Don't think. That's my job right now."

"But...I thought you -"

"Hush."

One finger, one clawed finger over the suspect's lips. Her eyes went wide, then her cheeks started to burn.

More than that, the feline could smell the first bursts of arousal down below. Not enough to leave this girl a puddle of need, yet, but enough to tell her that she was on the right track. Dominance. Slight traces of pain. Confusion. But firmness, always firmness.

And surety. She needs someone to take charge, to tell her what to do.

It was little more than a clinical examination, little more than a small observation, but it was something that she could work with.

"Now...we're going to play a little game, suspect."

"What...what kind of game is that?"

"It doesn't have a name. But I suppose we can call it...Pain or Pleasure."

"I...I don't know..."

"You don't have a choice, girl. You're here until I get what I want. And when I get what I want, you might get what you need...if you've been a very, very good girl."

Oh, that smell. It got stronger, for sure, strong enough to hold her attention and make her grin. She hadn't found a suspect like this for a long, long time, and she planned on taking her time with this one. Taking her time, finding out every little button that could make this little pangolin scream for her...

Yes, this would be a very good game indeed.

She reached down to the base of her pointer finger, pressing at the joint. Her claw retracted, the end of her finger opening up to reveal a small, sparking tip.

"This is round one of the game, suspect. I'm going to ask you little questions. When you tell me the right answers, I'll give you a little 'happy' jolt in a place that you'll be very happy to feel it. When you tell me the wrong answers..."

She lifted her other hand, the other pointer finger opening up. A much stronger spark came out, as well as a pair of needles on either side that would jolt the electricity deeper into the body, sparking spasms or worse. The pangolin stared, her eyes wide.

"I thought...I thought this was Pain or Pleasure. That looks like pain and pain."

"Oh, it's not. You see...Pain and pleasure. Your pain. My pleasure."

Kiya leaned forward, resting her hands on either side of the pangolin's neck, the electricity crackling softly.

"Shall we get started? Think carefully of the right answer here, suspect. The game might have already begun..."

The End