Male interrogation techniques
Detective Vanessa has the pleasure of applying interrogation techniques reserved for males on a poor fox framed of murder.
The fox gazed around the dimly lit room: he could only make out the table in front of him, the chair he was handcuffed to, and most prominently, the tall figure standing across.
"So, could you give us a rundown of what happened?" The voice of the dragoness boomed throughout the room with authority, finally breaking the silence.
"I could if I knew- I'm telling you, you've got the wrong person!" He'd lean forward as much as he could, slightly exasperated by the whole ordeal.
As she slithered out of the shadows, her hips swaying side to side, her vague silhouette now gained a concise shape and colour. Jack instinctively took note of her most notable features: an ample chest, wide hips and from the little skin she had exposed- he could guess toned as well; all of it barely hidden under surprisingly casual clothes, matching with her white and blue scales.
His brief respite was interrupted by her maw opening again: "Look, we'll both be happier if you answer me a few question." she'd explain as she circled the table to get to the fox's side. "Why did you do it?"
Jack's bright orange fur was shining under the ceiling light as he turned to her, his face that of deep contempt "I told you, I didn't do a damn thing! And they didn't need to bring a professional to get that out of me."
A smile graced her lips as she quickly elaborated on the situation: "Oh, I'm not just any detective. I should introduce myself as Vanessa, I specialize in male suspects with a guranteed confession every time."
The fox defiantly snapped back, almost forgetting he was handcuffed to a chair: "Well, that spotless record has been ruined since you began interrogating an innocent."
"Male suspects- or anyone with testicles" she clarified.
Jack's stomach sunk as he realized the procedure that was about to follow.
The dragoness pressed one of her talons against the fox's shorts as he began squirming on the chair, protesting all the while: "T-this has to be illegal! It-" shortly before being interrupted by the razor sharp claw parting all the garments his loins used to hide behind. Jack grew beet red as resting atop his plump sack was his manhood on full display, pointed right onwards.
Still in shock, it was a moment before the detainee came to his senses; and by that time the cruel detective sported a sadistic smile as her hand wrapped around his sack.
"Please don't touch-" the fox began begging, before her hand briefly closed, squeezing his jewels in her palm. He'd let out a yelp as he threshed in the chair, her grip only hurting more as he moved.
The dragoness would let go for a brief moment as Jack came back to his senses, bringing his legs together in a vain attempt to hide his weak point.
As he looked up to her well-rounded body, he couldn't help but notice her cackling. "You- What is it?" his tone became almost a whimper more than the revolt it previously was.
"From such a 'big' criminal I would have never thought that was full mast. You're barely a man come think of it: shorter than my pinkie and thinner than my thumb." she'd say, holding her hand out for a comparsion, giggling in the other.
Flustered and afraid, having nothing to hide physically or mentally the fox would beg "Please just tell me what it is you want- I'll tell you anything."
"Admit to your crime and tell me where the body is." She'd lean in and whisper assertively, the fox feeling her breath on his face.
"I don't- I haven-"
Without a second thought Vanessa already wound up her kick and released it into poor Jack's most sensitive part. He'd squeal and whimper as he opened his legs wide open, trying to grasp for a second of respite for his manhood.
"Last chance, fox. I won't hold back next time." the detective would grin, clearly enjoying her job and technique.
Truth be told, he hadn't done it, but he knew for the sake of his loins he had to say something. Pained, he'd shout, feeling ill and between whimpers and groans from the last kick:
"I've done it! I admit! I confess I killed that damn wolf. I regret it!"
She'd open her mouth, her smile fading as she already started seeking another excuse to punish the fox. She'd ask bluntly "Well, where is the body?"
Jack, finally winding down from the pain would take a moment to breathe "Well- It's gone down the river I'm not su-"
Once again the fox would get interrupted as the dragoness would bring her leg up overhead, his gaze only attracted to her voluptuous body, before Vannesa would slam it into his loins.
He'd close his eyes as he shook the chair, feeling his testicles get pressed between her foot and the chair, squirming and whimpering as his liquid came leaking out of his member. Feeling faint and on the verge of consciousness, utterly embarrassed, humiliated and pained he'd utter a final sentence, hunched over his bruised sack:
"It-It's just off the coast! It's in shallow water on the outskirts. Right behind the bakery."
The dragoness would take a final look at him from head to toe before turning around and leaving, satisfied with her abuse.