This felt surreal, not the fact you were bound to a chair in a high rise under construction, not the fact that two beautiful women were going to torture information out of you.
No it was the fact that they were so blasé about the entire thing, speaking with a tone more appropriate for discussing the weather than an interrogation.
"What are you gonna do with a wallet?"
The dark haired beauty with blue eyes asked at her companion, her heaving breasts contained by a black sweater that gave form to her curvaceous torso. Her supermodel legs protected by skinny denim jeans.
"Maybe beat him up with it?"
The darker skinned girl with her ruby hair tied up in a long ponytail innocently said. She wore a leather jacket, underneath was a V-neck shirt with a plunging neckline that gave you a view of her tanned bouncy perky tits. She wore denim short shorts, with legs sheathed in dark sexy pantyhose.
"IRyS please, get something else," the dark haired beauty said, bending down with a nailgun at hand, pointing the end of it on top of your thigh.
IRyS pouts a bit, going to the back of the construction area.
Kronii Ouro stares at you, her finger on the trigger.
"Where is Harvey anon?" she said dangerously in her husky, naturally sultry voice.
"Go fuck yourself clocktits, or better yet let me do it for you," you lecherously say while tonguing the air.
She cringes a bit at your perversion.
"Don't make me hurt you an- GWAK!" You scream out as a 5 cm nail embedded itself into your thigh. The clockbitch carelessly pressed the trigger.
"O-Oh anon I'm sorr-," she catches herself "I-I'm not sorry at all, tell us what we want or the next one goes into your dick."
You bite your lower lip, your eyes fixated on the nail. It's only partially in, your nerves and arteries are probably safe.
She stood there awkwardly the hand holding the nailgun shaking nervously, she had no idea what she was doing. You'd think it was cute if you didn't suffer from her incompetence.
"Oh Kronii why'd you start without me?" IRys returns, a torchlight in her hand. She gives you a cheery smile as she bends down, manipulating the torchlight and several of the errant powerlines on the floor.
The tanned Nephillim didn't even ask her question, she just stuck the thing into your other thigh, jolting you with how many volts of electricity.
"IRYS!" Kronii gasps out, disturbed by how quick and efficient IRyS was getting down to it.
After 5 minutes the dominatrix relents.
You're glad you were working tough working pants, they'd have seen the semen that was staining your boxers right now.
"Anon? Where's Harvey?" Your eyes widen in both fear and arousal.
The crazy dark bitch gave you a sweet but disturbing smile, her eyes closed and her head tilted in a cute way.
You can tell this was the sort of crazie who'd kill you and get turned on while doing it.
"O-Okay, okay! I'll fucking tell you!"
Fucking hell, this was humiliating. You got tortured and you cummed at the same time.