I could see him visibly shudder at my words.
It's not surprising. My voice is a weapon, honed to perfection; just the right mix of breathlessness and husk, mingled with the dominating tones of a confident Queen. One of my subjects said that hearing it was like having a pair of soaked silken panties wrapped around his dick.
I like to tease my victims with this first.
"We're going to play 20 questions. If you want this to go quickly, feel free to answer them without hesitation. I've been trained as a stripper, an escort, and a psychiatrist; I will get what I want from you eventually.
"Fuck you."
Ah, the stud was defiant. This would be fun. He was tall, slim, his face pretty and shadowed by blond hair. My voice alone had already caused an erection to strain at the leg of his pants. Even from my distance in the concealed control booth I could see the bulge was considerable.
He was striped to the waist, his sculpted muscles delicious in their tense state. Having him topless didn't actually have a damned thing to do with the interrogation; I just wanted to look.
"Question 1. What is your name?" He seemed to relax a little into the spread-eagled position he was retrained in.
"Agent Donovan Skyward."
"Ah, I shall call you Donnie."
"Whatever. All your questions going to be this easy?"
"No Darling Donnie, some will be hard. Even more so than that scrumptious erection you're sporting for me."
He blushed deep at this exposure of his weakness.
"What were you doing sneaking around our compound's HQ?"
"I was there to do your mom.!" He sneered. Oh this was going to be *FUN*
"Let me try another easy one." I purred. I flicked on the light that illuminated just my face for his viewing pleasure. "What's your favorite color?"
"Red." He said with an almost reflexive disbelief as he studied my luscious plush lips. My billowy cock-cushions are smooth with few crinkles and usually pursed in a bemused smile when I do these interrogations.
Of course I didn't give a shit about the question, it just proved he was paying the right kind of attention.
"why were you in the compound HQ?" I asked again, this time letting my azure eyes deliberately crawl over him.
The second my gaze fell on his straining bulge, he blurted a real answer. "I came to take something!"
"Good boy! What?"
He shook a little with rage, trying to recompose himself after the slip.
"Your mom's anal virginity!" He roared.
Cute but unimaginative. This one would be done soon.
"Bad move." I pouted, pressing another button to open the door, sashaying into the room.
I could see his fat balls lurch as precum stained his stretched slacks.
Something about my luscious 42-22-36 figure just has that effect.