Captain Dinah Drake entered the interrogation room dressed in her suit, her badge on display on her belt next to her holster. She closed the door behind her, fixing her gaze on the suspect sitting at the table. The young man was blonde dressed in a purple t-shirt and jeans, his electric blue eyes staring back at her. At first she didn’t say a word, circling the room dropping the folder in front of him. “We have much to talk about” she whispered, reaching up to unplug the camera in the corner of the room.
Jason Grace looked down at the folder while Dinah walked behind him, closing the blinds while he opened it to see the pictures held within. They were of him and his ex, taken a few nights ago. He closed the folder and sat back in his seat, refusing to say a word.
Dinah took a seat opposite him, staring intently at his chiselled face. She’d intimidated hundreds of criminals in rooms just like this, some more terrifying than others, and they all talked eventually. Strangely though, this particular Demigod was different. He had a way of resisting her questioning, immune to her scare tactics. Fortunately, she had other tricks to make him talk.
“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” She asked him, walking around the table rapping her nails on the surface. Jason sat back, put his hands behind him staying silent. She paced behind him, sneaking her hand into her back pocket pulling her handcuffs out. “I was a detective for years. I always find out” she continued, crouching down to quickly clasp his hands locking him to the chair. He put up no resistance as she restrained him, staring straight ahead as he rose up to stand over him. “You should just confess now. It’ll save me a lot of paperwork” she said, running her hands along the top of the chair.
Again, he refused to talk.
She hoped he make it difficult.
Pulling his chair out she took a seat upon the table in front of him, crossing her arms staring at him intently. They locked eyes, staring each other down while she slipped one of her shoes off her feet. He glanced down as she brushed her foot up his leg, running her toes along the inside of his thigh up to his crotch, keeping her gaze fixed upon him. “You know I have ways to make you talk” she reminded him as she rubbed her foot against his groin, feeling his crotch harden in response. She raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t respond. So she raised the stakes by pinching her toes grabbing his zipper, pulling his flies open to gain access to his pants removing a layer of protection to his cock.
Jason inhaled sharply as Dinah began massaging his groin with her foot, rubbing against his tight underwear staring the blood into his erection. She very rarely treated anyone to this interrogation method, a trick she’d learnt during her time undercover in Central City. With her firm backside planted on the table, her arms crossed staring intently at her suspect, Jason received a silky foot massage across his groin that made him very heard and very uncomfortable, squirming in his seat as he tried not to make a sound.
“Most guys don’t last very long” she told him, a cocky smirk on her lips as she watched him turn red from exertion. “The bigger the ego, the faster they…”
She didn’t managed to finish her statement before she felt something wet stain his underwear, lifting her foot to see a large damp patch on his crotch. Jason groaned as he glared at her, watching her chuckle with amusement. Either he just peed himself, or he ejaculated prematurely. Either way, it hurt his pride a great deal.
“Oops. I’d better take a look at that” she said, stepping down from the table to crouch in front of him and peel his briefs down. She found his cock still erect, eight inches throbbing in front of her as she examined it calmly. It was wet, but not from cum. She looked up at the young demigod. “Still functional. So are you ready to confess? Save yourself a great deal of embarrassment?”
He glared down at her, jutting out his chin in defiance. She smiled, biting her bottom lip considering her next course of action. She had other ideas to make him squirm. She leaned closer to to his cock, opening her mouth creeping over the tip, her breath brushing his penis. But she held it over the tip, not quite making contact, just close enough to drive Jason crazy feeling her breath on his skin. She held her mouth there for over a minute, holding his gaze the whole time, before removing it and moving lower to his large balls. “You’re crazy” he muttered under his breath.
Dinah raised her eyebrow. It was the first thing Jason had spoken all afternoon. “Crazy enough to know just how to torture you” she replied, licking her plump lips before running her tongue along his balls. “You want to know what’s really crazy?” She asked as she played with them, preparing to roll them into her mouth to suck on. “That a man’s genitals are really sensitive, so sensitive that they’re vulnerable to even the slightest vibrations. I learnt, with some help from Cisco, that if you find the right frequency you trigger a very specific and explosive response from a guys bollocks. Can you guess what that response is?” She asked him, pausing to look up at him with a warning gaze. He stared back, his expression solid refusing to show how worried he really was. “Last chance to confess” she said.
“Do your worst” he whispered with a smirk, daring her.
She took that dare, holding his erect penis aiming it at his smug face. She gave him a look that said “you’ve been warned” before putting his balls in her mouth. Then she hummed, using her canary cry, building up slowly sending vibrations through his testicles at an increasing pitch. Normally this would be dangerous, but she’d had lots of practice on willing, and unwilling, volunteers.
Jason was not prepared to receive what Cisco dubbed the Carnary Cumshot as he felt his balls tingle and swell from the vibrations of her sonic scream, tensing in his seat straining against the handcuffs as he felt an intense pressure rise in his groin. When it got to the crescendo he screamed, a mix of pain and strange bliss as his cock suddenly erupted like a volcano, a jet of semen spraying out aimed directly as his face. He gagged as it was hosed into his mouth, spraying all over his face and clothes staining them white. And then he continued to cum, emptying more and more of his seed, more than he’d ever ejaculated in his whole life. He felt his balls tighten and squeeze out more, crushing like an arrange forcing more cum out his stiff aching cock, his urethra burning from the overuse. Dinah watched in pride and evil glee as Jason was drenched in his own fluids, squeezing his shaft to make sure it all came out.
It took five minutes for the climax to end, leaving Jason the son of Jupiter drained and heaving in his chair covered in white substance, his penis deflated and limp, his testicles shrivelled and tiny. He groaned in pain, his groin hurt. Dinah patted his lap in sympathy. That was the downside to the Carnary Cumshot, it left the unlucky victim unresponsive and impotent for at least a week. She didn’t want to use it, but he forced her hand. Jason lifted his heavy gaze as she stood up to return to her spot on the table in front of him. “You fucking bitch” he grumbled.
“You should’ve confessed” she told him, no hint of apology. She did feel sorry for him though, looking at his shrivelled manhood now completely useless to her. She let out a disappointed sigh and walked around his chair to uncuff him, bringing his sore wrists around to drag the boy back over the table. “I’m going to keep you here for another few hours” she explained, leaning next to him to hook the handcuffs through the loop on the table where she would clamp his wrists together. “And when I come back, we are going to…”
The boy suddenly interrupted her with a powerful kiss to the lips, making the police captain freeze in surprise as she tasted his cum on his tongue. She stopped what she was doing to make out with the blonde demigod, closing her eyes to enjoy the kiss before hearing a click of the cuffs. Then when he abruptly pulled away he stood up awkwardly from his chair, nursing his wrists and Dinah realized it was her hands handcuffed to the table.
“I can’t believe you went and did that” Jason grumbled, walking stiffly as he painfully pulled his trousers back on pushing his broken dick back into his underwear. He slowly paced around the room while Dinah struggled against the cuffs. He came up behind her, grabbing a fistful of her hair yanking her head, whispering in her ear “now you’re going to pay for that.”
“Are you threatening a police officer?” She asked, feeling his hand groping her through her clothes.
“Maybe, if you’re prepared for a bit of sexual harassment” he joked, reaching inside to unbutton her shirt to grab her boobs. “But I wouldn’t recommend calling out” he warned, slipping his fingers into her bra. “Since we’re using powers, I have a few trick of my own” he said just as he touched her hard nipple giving it a tiny electrical shock. Dinah jumped from the shock, clamping her mouth shut.
She was left at his mercy, his hands reaching around her waist to unbuckle her trousers, pulling her belt free and placing it on his chair. Then he pulled her pant down, revealing her firm butt and waiting pussy, tearing her underwear off. He stepped back to admire her behind, bending her over the table holding a firm hand against her back. Since his couldn’t fuck her like he’d want to, he’d have to get more creative to have his revenge. Or, when in doubt, stick with the basics. “You won’t get away with this” Dinah warned.
“I think I will” Jason grinned, rubbing his palm over her arse getting a feel for the soft flesh. “You remember the way crime and punishment works, right? You just committed a serious crime, now I must deliver the relevant punishment” he said, picking up the belt and wrapping it around his hand. She watched him from over her shoulder, nervously trembling as he lined up the thick leather, determined not to make a sound and alert the whole station.
He nudged her feet apart so he had a clear target, flexing his arms in preparation, and when he was ready he cracked the belt across Dinah’s bottom hearing a loud smack. “Eep!” Dinah squeaked as pain flashed through her body, her face immediately flushing red as she let out a ragged breath, already feeling a bright red mark across her bottom.
Jason grinned, already feeling better as he watched her butt turn red. He waited a few seconds before whipping her again, the belt snapping across her backside making her squeak again. “Like that?” He asked her, leaning over her to examine the tears falling down her cheeks. “You broke my balls. Now I’m going to break your ass” he whispered, whipping her again.
Dinah clamped her mouth shut, muffling her cries as she was struck several times, sometimes across the back of her legs. Jason was brutal, determined to punish her for her severe interrogation techniques. It’s her own fault, Jason used to be so gentle before she came along and woke up something dangerous. Something she was paying for now as he kicked her feet further apart, spreading her legs wider, shivering as she felt the belt brush up against her pussy. “Wait” she whimpered, pulling on her handcuffs fearfully.
He didn’t her chance to object, flicking the belt hard against her cunt. Dinah couldn’t stop the scream escaping her lips, her canary cry bouncing off the walls shaking the windows with a high pitch sound.
Jason leapt to the door, worried someone heard the scream and would come and investigate, while Dinah threw her head down to cover her mouth, her bottom half aching with pain, her bum red hot and pussy swollen, tears streaming down her face. She struggled to stay standing, leaning against the table as her legs wobbled. Jason returned, satisfied her cry escaped unheard leaving them alone, unwrapping the belt from his hand. “That was too close” he said, picking up her torn panties from the chair. “We can’t have you using that scream of yours again” he hissed, shoving her underwear into her mouth before wrapping the belt around her head, gagging the police officer tightening the belt. Holding the other end he pulled her head back, listening to her muffling as he ran his hand over her. “Don’t worry. I won’t spank you again. It’s time for something more creative” he grinned, dragging a nail down her spine sending tiny electrical shocks through her skin.
Dinah shuddered as she was stimulated with electricity, choking on her panties as Jason pulled the belt tighter silencing her whimpers. Despite his promise, he did indeed spank her again, his palm sending a lightning bolt through her arse making her jump against the table. He did it again a few more times, watching her flinch in her restraints, before dragging his nails across her tender flesh towards her swollen lower lips. She froze when she felt his hand touch her pussy, fear in her eyes and she stared back pleadingly.
“Since you were so kind enough to show me yours, I guess it’s only right I show you mine” he whispered, rubbing her pussy making sure to press against her clit. Dinah inhaled, trembling when she felt his fingertips crackle with electricity against her sensitive clit as another finger was inserted inside. “What do you think happens to a woman’s pussy when you put an electrical current through it?” He asked, fingering her pussy before slowly pushing his thumb into her anus. She tried to shake her head, predicting what he had planned and wanted to beg him not to, but he held her still with a firm grip. “Let’s find out” he whispered. “Don’t worry, I’ll try not to rut you too much.”
Moments later, the son of Jupiter fired a steady current of lightning through his arm and into Dinah’s body, arcing through her anus, vagina and clit simultaneously. The black canary screamed into her gag, her cry unable to escape, her body jerking against the table, the handcuffs tighter against her wrists threatening to dislocate her arms. His hand felt like a taser inside her body, electricity shooting up her spine and down her arms, reacting to the metal handcuffs blistering her wrists, her hair becoming frizzy, her holes burning. The stimulation was overwhelming and she was forced to orgasm, over and over squirting all over Jason’s arm. Each climax was more painful than the last as he continued to electrocute her, unable to stop him or stop herself. Her body was like a lightning rod for him.
He gave her another minute of torment before yanking his hand free, letting her go and watching her body collapse onto the table in a jittering mess, her feet falling out from under her. She slumped against the metal table, her cuffs digging into her wrists, gasping heavily through the gag sweating profusely. Jason had to take a breath from the use of his powers, wiping his hand clean on his purple shirt before helping the sluggish police officer into his chair, carefully removing the belt from around her mouth and pulling her underwear from her throat. She coughed weakly, her head slumped onto the table, her sore bottom trembling on the cold chair still cumming with fluids. She couldn’t think, couldn’t talk, could barely move, everything ached or hurt.
Jason walked around and took a seat in her chair, leaning over the table to look her in the exhausted eyes. “Payback’s a bitch, huh?” He said smugly. She was unable to formulate a response. “You wanted me to confess? Alright” he said, bringing up the photos of him and his ex. “Piper and I had sex. I admit it. We did it here in the police station. We had sex in your office, in your favourite chair, on your desk, we fucked for hours. We were waiting for you, but you didn’t show up.. he leant closer, asking her “if you were disappointed we fucked without you, imagine how we felt when you didn’t join us?” He waited to see if Dinah would respond. When she didn’t, he slid out of his chair and said “now thanks to you, I can’t have sex with either of you properly for a while. So I guess I’ll have to make the most of it now. Unlike me, I’m sure your cunt is still in working order. I’d better check” he added, ducking under the table out of Dinah’s sight.
She lifted her heavy head slowly, her hair falling over her eyes as she let out a laboured breath. Her wrists hurt from where the mild burns touched the hot metal, but they’d heal. Her lower half hurt more, though everything became numb by the time Jason reached between her legs to attempt putting a vengeful fist into her womb. She didn’t make a sound as he abused her, letting him have his fun. There was nothing he could do to her that she hadn’t already done to Piper in the second interrogation room. The girl took hours to finally crack, but she made the same confession Jason just made before she was left unconscious and handcuffed to the table. Jason might be a brutal lover, but Dinah was an equally brutal cop. It’s why they went to well together.
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