Espionage in the year 3000

Today's request included a request for the non-consensual. I don't like doing that. But I can talk about things not being consensual as long as they never happen (within the reality of the story). And the fact that she wanted there to be a bad ending for the characters, well that made it easier. It's always a pleasure to kill rapists in a story.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's not worry about how people die. Let's worry about the terrible things they do before that happens. Let's talk about interrogating a spy who is something so much worse than she seems...

I'm not a spy

Preston looked to the screen when the perimeter call came. Alden was there, holding a little bundle, probably a woman. “I found something,” he said. “A spy.”

She struggled against him, but Alden was far too strong for her, his hand a cybernetic clamp that didn't even let her wriggle under her parka. He didn't see Alden squeeze, but when the girl's whole body showed her pain and she stopped struggling, he smiled. “Bring her in,” he said, lowering the field to let them inside.

The first thing to do, of course, was to make sure she was safe. The scanners said she had no diseases, and told them there was nothing hiding inside her body, no nanobots, no poison tooth, nothing so pedestrian. Just to be safe, they stripped her naked.

Her skin was perfect, smooth as silk other than the five bruises on her arm that matched Alden's fingers where he gripped her. Her hair was held back, leaving her eyes open, verdant, and, best of all, defiant. She looked from one to the other, standing as if completely unaware -or unconcerned- about her nudity. Alden and Preston shared a smile.

“What's your name?” Preston asked.

She turned her eyes from him to Alden and back again, sizing them up. Her hands were fists. She might have fingernails. Well, that was easily handled.

“Fuck you,” she said. “That's my name.”

Alden's smile got so broad it nearly ripped from his face. “I was really hoping you'd say that,” he said.

“Why? Was that your mother's name?”

Preston bit the inside of his cheek to stop from laughing. He almost felt sorry for her. She had no idea who or what she was dealing with, and no idea what they could do to her. What they would do to her. He almost pitied her.

Almost.

“Drop her,” Alden said. The floor under her feet sent a jolt of electricity through her body. She screamed and fell to her knees, then to her side, twitching as her muscles tried to regain control over themselves. He moved forward to bind her.

“Watch the finger nails,” Preston said.

Alden nodded and pulled a plastic strip around her wrists, pulling it tight with her hands behind her back. “You want first shot at her?”

Preston shook his head. “No, my methods will be better second. You have your fun. I'm going to go get my equipment.”

Alden considered grabbing her by the hair, yanking it and using it as a handle. Lucky for him, he decided against it. Instead, he just put his hand on her throat and pulled her back to her feet. “We're really far away from civilization,” he said, holding her just high enough that she was on her toes, squeezing just tight enough that she could only get half a breath. “There's no way anyone would believe that you just happened to be in the area. The nearest civilian structure is fifty miles of wild tundra from here. With all kinds of countermeasures that you somehow got past. You want to tell me how you did that?”

Her shoulders strained as she tried to pull the plastic tie apart. Alden didn't even bother worrying about it; there was nothing metal in her body, and that meant there were no cybernetics to give her the strength it would take to snap the plastic. Let her struggle. It made things more fun that way.

He shrugged and casually slugged her in the stomach with his still human hand. He felt the rock hard muscles there tense, then give way almost too fast to notice. She whimpered from the pain, but somehow he didn't believe her.

“You ready to tell me your name yet?”

She laughed and spat at him.

He squeezed just a little bit harder. The panic look went into her eyes. “Did you know I could crush your trachea?” he asked, his voice as calm as ever. “I could pulverize your spine. I'm pretty sure this hand could pretty much rip your head right off. Of course, there's a lot to be done before that happens. I suggest you talk, while you can.”

He loosened his grip so she could ask the question he knew she wanted to ask. “What do you mean, while I can?”

He smiled at her, a smile he had practiced with others he had interrogated. “Well, at some point, I'm going to squeeze you tightly enough to crush your vocal chords but not kill you.”

“Why?”

He pulled her close, eyes locked on hers. “Because I don't want my slaves to talk,” he said. “Your mouth, and your tongue, have better uses.”

He tossed her away, watched her fall, laughing at how awkward she looked trying to brace herself with hands that were bound behind her.

He set the optic to keep an eye on her even as he turned away. He pretended to ignore her while watching her through the display presented on his retina. “Once we have the information we need, we'll use you for our own entertainment. At least for a little while.” He took a deep breath and shook his head. “Preston tends to burn out our toys so quickly.” Alden laughed. “Sometimes literally. There was this one girl,” he intentionally didn't give her a name, “Preston fucked her in the ass until she bled, then dipped his condom in ginger and fucked her some more. She screamed so loudly onto my cock, pulled away so hard that her ears tore off in my hands.” He shook his head. “It was actually kind of gross. Without ears she was kind of disgusting looking.

“So Preston put her in the incinerator. I kind of wish she'd been able to scream. Just watching it wasn't enough.”

He turned back to see how well his story worked on her. He knew that some people broke from being tortured, but more often, people broke from the fear of what might come.

“Is that my future?” She asked.

Alden shrugged. “Maybe. Depends on how cooperative you are.”

She rolled up into a sitting position, holding herself close, her hands sliding under her ass and waiting there, where she knew she could get out if she had to. “I can be cooperative,” she said.

He smiled. “What's your name?”

“Are you going to kill me anyway?”

“Not if you cooperate.”

“My name is Lucia,” she said. It wasn't entirely a lie.

“And you're a spy?”

She shook her head. “I'm not a spy.” Technically true.

“So how did you get here?”

“I walked.”

He punched her across the face with a closed fist. She fell to the side, and was barely able to pull her hands back behind her back. She spat out some blood and wondered if she'd lose a tooth. He kicked her in the side, and she gasped like he had blasted the air out of her lungs. Her grimace was as much a smile as a look of pain.

“This doesn't have to hurt,” Alden said. “If you give me what I need, I won't even let him back in here.”

“Is he the bad cop?”

Alden laughed. “Don't let his chocolate hair and eyes fool you. That man is anything but sweet. He'll put your face down on a carpet and fuck you in the ass, grinding your face against the rug until you get such a severe rug burn that you'll be marked as his forever. Actually, that's one of the first things he does.”

Lucia looked terrified, though if Alden had looked in her green eyes, he'd have known the truth. “What,” she swallowed and got back into her seated position, shivering a little, “What else does he do?”

“He'll probably wrap you in leather until you forget you have other skin. Maybe cut off your finger tips so you can't grow new nails.” Alden smiled. “Actually, he mentioned doing that. He hates getting scratched. So I'm guessing he'll declaw you.” He looked over at the door, as if he expected Preston back already, as if he didn't know exactly where his friend was. “Maybe that's what's taking so long; he's getting the equipment to make sure you don't bleed out.”

“Pain killers?” she asked, her voice meek and soft, just the way Alden liked them.

He laughed at her. “No such thing, not for you. You have to suffer through the hurt. All of it. And believe me, there will be a lot of it.” He kicked her onto her side and stepped down on her neck. “I'm the good cop, remember?” He bent down as she made choking noises. “As the good guy, I'm still going to torture you and beat you until you never even think about disobeying an order.”

He let her go, then kicked her in the stomach. She curled into fetal position, which made him smile.

“You're not even asking questions anymore,” she said, her voice strained and half choked.

He laughed again. “I guess I'm not,” he said. “I guess we decided to just keep you.” He put his foot on her neck again. “To be honest,” he said, “I never cared what your name was, who you work for, or what you know. I just wanted a new little slut I could rape into a mindless slave.”

She smiled, which confused him. “I was really hoping you'd say that,” she said. He lifted his foot from her neck.

“What do you mean?”

She stayed curled up, pulling her knees tighter against her chest. “I mean that I was hoping you'd decide to just turn me into a slave.”

A smile crept across Alden's face. “You want to be a slave?” he asked. He laughed. “I love it when they're eager.”

“It's not that,” she said, the fear gone from her voice. He looked down at her and saw as she uncurled herself. He didn't notice that her hands were in front now. “I just wanted to make sure that you weren't just some guy trying to do his job.”

She kicked out his knee, and Alden felt the snap of bone. Before he could scream, the plastic ties were around his neck, and the sharp twist made the pain of his knee suddenly go away.

As his eyes started to close, he saw her walking towards the door. He tried to tell the computer to stop her, but he couldn't form words. Couldn't make himself warn Preston.

Lucia listened to him die, then reached her hands up to her hair, where the tiny wire sliced through the plastic around her wrists with the same ease as it would have had on Alden's fingers if he'd grabbed her by the hair. She found the end of the wire and slid it out, ready to use it however necessary with Preston. Maybe she'd just kill him. Maybe she'd play with him for a while first, make sure he was worth killing.

Kind of depended on his pain tolerance, really.