Windigo leaned against the wall, an amusement dancing on his lips, as he observed the interrogation. It was nice to see now the woman struggling~ "If threat's don't work, you might want to try pain and pleasure~" He adviced after a few moments of watching the woman struggle.
Olena did grin, pleased by the sight of a hard cock just waiting to scratch the itch that burned within her core and the equally hard man that cock was attached to. Needless to say, she enjoyed scarred muscle as much as any hot-blooded woman. Goose bumps rose on her skin where Uranus's hands trailed along, her back arching and derriere eagerly rising until- "Aaangh~!" She moaned as that hand flatted against her, her fat tush rippling even with the muscle that rested beneath soft, smooth skin. Her entrance quivered even before her new lover touched her, clenching around an invisible invader as arousal beaded up and began to run down the insides of her sinfully thick thighs. "F-Fuuuu-ghh~!" Olena groaned, legs widening as the incorporeal intruder became very corporeal, with the unfortunate caveat of retaining its potential as the older man simply traced her lower lips. "I- I'll be good! I'll behave!" She whispered loudly, her voice rising to a higher pitch that must surely count for the "sweet" Kitten that Uranus was looking for. And all it took to put the fiery redhead into this position was a firm hand and a firmer spanking. Perhaps he could illicit a greater reaction with more? The shifting her the Vixen's hips to try to lure those fingers at her cunt suggested that she was just as eager to have something in her, however...
Witch looks up at him with a frown. "Ugh... Unlike the rest of your group, I'm not a whore." Her glare is cutting. "If you mean I should fuck him for information, I strongly suggest you do it instead." "Heheh, I actually like that ide- Aah, fuck you whore!" The man groans on the ground as Witch pulls his arms into a stress position.
"You had better be..." His hands squeeze her womanly hips, his cock sliding between her thighs, already slick with his pre. and coating the soft flesh. "You've been a real brat lately. Flirting, flaunting that body of yours... All trying to get your poor old opa flustered." He says, leaning back so that his cock presses against her lower lips, rubbing along her labia, as his hand slips around her hips, fingers gently unveiling her clit, before squeezing the little nub.
"Oh, there are various ways you could get what you want. A threat of permanent damage is usually effective. Fear of being a cripple or deformed usually works." Windigo advised. "Drugs are also effective. So are bribes. And threats." He pointed one method after the other. "Sex works, yes, but usually not in this setting." Old man crouched. "But sometimes, all you need to do, is just ask." He smiled at Witch, then turned to look at the man. "So, who are you?" He asked, politely.
Olena shivered as something hot and hard ran between her lower lips, covering Uranus's cock with her excitement and ensuring he had plenty of lubrication to enable an entry. For her part, the Vixen let out a heated breath as she was repaid for her teasing with interest. It felt so unfair being on the receiving end! ... And so liberating to have the choice taken from her. "I- I'm sorry, opa, I'll be so good for you~," the Ukrainian Amazonian huskily moaned out her words as she closed her thighs around either side of her older lover's manhood. Between the heat that emanated from her entrance and the thorough coating of juices over his rod, the soft and smooth skin of those sinfully thick thighs stimulated the old spy. She had gotten more than a few men to cum just from that, but she anticipated Uranus was intent on doing more than petting his Kitten...
Spoiler: Intimidation Roll D100: 67+10 (Reputation) As Windigo explains all the things he could potentially do, the man blanches, eyes going wide. "Wait, you...You're the fucking Wendigo..." He breathes. "I'm David Hauser. I'm with the company. I report to the Columbia station chief." He admits - of course, 'The Company' just means CIA.
"Heh, I'll forgive you, but I have to teach you the error of your ways..." The old man leans in, kissing her neck, as his cock glides a snail trail along her inner thighs. Then, with a hard upwards motion, he penetrates her.
Windigo raised an eyebrow. He looked at Witch and waved his hand for her to continue the interrogation. Well... This was a fuck up.
Olena bit her lower lip, the gentle gasp turning into a hiss as it slipped between her teeth and her lip, before the sudden entry causes her to scream in ecstasy. "Aaa-mmmph~!" She had reached over and grabbed her pillow just in time to muffle the sound, but any thought in her head leaked out of her cunt as white-hot pleasure filled her vision and mind, blue eyes wide and bright but unseeing. Her chest pressed against the bed beneath her as the strength began to leave her arms, even as every muscle in her body began to tighten at the plundering of her womanhood... Which welcomed Uranus's cock with a hot, wet, and noisy embrace as his Kitten threw her hips back to meet his thrusts, an eager participant in her own breeding.
"If you're Company, then why are you here? In the home of another company asset, guns drawn?" Witch grunts angrily, pressing her pistol against the thug's head. "Ah, fuck, I don't know! I look like the kind of guy who gets told that shit? I shoot people and kidnap people and bodyguard people, they don't tell me details!" Hauser groans, writhing on the floor. "The boss told me to come here and nab the girl. We got here and she was already gone, and the place was already ransacked. We asked the boss what to do and he told us to plant a bug and keep an eye on the place for intruders. You wanna know why, you have to ask him..."
Uranus pounds her with vigor, his need causing him to ram himself inside her again and again wjth speed, a hand squeezing her hip so hard she thinks it might bruise. Still, despite the brutality of the man's fucking, it seems he's not without finesse, nor without interest in her own pleasure, as he angles his body to drive himself even deeper inside her body, his hand wrapping around her waist to find her clit, stimulating the little nub with his thumb and forefinger in time with his thrusts. It's rough, dominant, needy, but also surprisingly intimate, as he takes care to make sure she enjoys it as well. His teeth find her earlobe, his breath hot against the side of her face.
"I think we will." Wendigo said shortly. "Where is your base, the one with the receiver to microphone?" The old spy asked, even as he looked at the man and Witch - there was something appealing to his senses when he looked at the woman holding a weapon.
"If I tell you, they'll kill me!" The man protests. "What makes you think we won't?" Witch grinds the barrel of her sidearm into the man's scalp as she twists back his arm. It seems to come slightly...natural to her. She doesn't smile, but Wendigo can see her cheeks flush slightly, facial features tightening as if fighting off a grin. It's night and day from her regular polished, good girl demeanor. "Ah, fuck! Mariano Antiques! It's a storefront off the La Candelaria district!" The thug exclaims, thrashing about on the floor. "The store's legit, the op centre is down in the basement..."
"Nice~" Windigo said as he got up. "Who is the leader of the operation?" He asked. He knew better then to ask about any details. Those tended to be troublesome, especially without verification."
"Answer him." Witch holds the gun against the back of the guy's head and pulls his arm back further. "I already was going to!" The thug complains. "He's an agent named Benson! He has a wife, Maria. Don't know what her deal is."
Windigo nodded his head. "Alright." He paused and looked at Witch, his eyebrow raised, allowing her to ask her own questions.
Olena whimpered in a mix of pain and masochistic delight as the pressure on her hip grew tighter and heavier. Under Uranus's pleasurable assault, the redhead's knees knocked together, bracing herself now rather than meeting the older man's thrusts, demurring to his pace as she purred into the pillow. Vixen's lower face was obscured from view, but there was no hiding the redness in her cheeks creeping up her features, eyes rolling upward as her sensitive tits brushed against the material of her bedsheets. However, such a submissive attitude to their coupling left Olena unprepared for the hand that delved between her legs, eyes going wide as blue moons as her teeth gripped her pillowcase and she began to squirt around Uranus's fingers. Breathless squeals and moans escaped her as her body shuddered, her mind leaking out of her cunt as her older lover presumably approached the precipice of his own orgasm...
"Defences. How many people, and what security have you got in there?" Witch grunts. "Agh! Just Maria working the shop and Benson downstairs in the basement! There's an elevator leading down into the basement!" It's got a camera in the elevator, so you can see who's coming down and get ready to fill 'em with lead." The thug groans. Spoiler: Witch Intimidation Roll D100: 88 Witch moves her hand down, moving around the thug's waist. Wendigo hears the sound of a belt unbuckling. "W-What the fuck are you doing, bitch?" The thug groans. "Finding a new home for my gun." Witch's smile is almost feral. "What do you me- Oh no, no, no! Wait wait wait! There's also an escape tunnel in the basement! It's hidden behind a washing machine - set it to wash delicates for three minutes and the thing slides out to expose the tunnel. Please don't fucking do that!" "Where does the tunnel come out to?" Witch says, voice dripping with venom as she presses the pistol against the guy's ass. "A-An empty lot behind Candelaria! I don't know where specifically, but the lot's not that big. Please don't..." He begs. Witch looks up at Wendigo, eyebrow raised, to see if he wants to interrogate the guy further, and for some guidance on what to do with him once they're done.
Plap plap plap plap The room is filled with the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh and the screech of bedsprings forced to their limit as Uranus takes his pleasure, thrusting inside her with abandon. All thought of restraint has deserted him as he's lost in the pleasure of her younger body, finally able to repay her teasing in kind. As the redhead feels the older man's cock twitch inside her, she becomes cognizant of him shifting to lie atop her, pinning her down with the weight of his body. His teeth pinch her ear, breath hot against her face, as he leans in. "I'm going to fill you up if you don't stop me..."
