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AUTHOR’S NOTE: I have been doing a cliché series in the Eroica fandom. I thought this would translate well to the M/F challenge. I’m sure a few of the words/phrases may not quite fit canon, but they work well with the scenario. And it is PWP, starring...well, that would be giving it away...
All I ask is that you please, refrain from giving away the ending in your reviews.

Interrogation Techniques

By Margaret Price
It was a dungeon. No different then any other that Nami had seen in her lifetime. But this one was so typical it was almost cliché. Chains hung from the bare stone walls. Small barred windows set high that let in very little light. There were torches along the walls that only added to the overall effect of gloom.
She was lying on a table, her limbs held down with heavy restraints. She was also naked, which she tried not to think about. Just another tactic to humiliate her. Good luck, she thought as her interrogator pulled a cart covered with what could only be the implements of torture closer to the table.
“I won’t tell you anything,” Nami stated flatly, as the Interrogator came and stood over her. The man was dressed in the a cliché style, too. All in black, a hood over his face so she would be unable to identify him later. He was stripped to the waist, showing off his bare chest, which Nami caught herself admiring.
“Yes, you will,” came the equally flat reply.
“You can peel all the skin off me. I still won’t talk.”
“Ugh! That would be very messy,” the Interrogator replied as he moved down near his prisoner’s feet. “I prefer more…subtle techniques. Leaves less evidence so no one really knows what happened...”
Nami tried to look directly at him, but found it impossible to move. She had restraints on her arms, legs and across her abdomen, effectively holding her into place. “Who do you work for?” he demanded. “Are you with the Marines?”
“Oh, no. No officers yelling orders at me. I’m freelance.”
“Freelance?”
“Yes. Information to the highest bidder,” came the dismissive reply. “The Marines what to know where the pirates are. And the pirates want to know where the treasure is. They’re very competitive.”
Nami realized that this was something she could appreciate. Money was a language she spoke fluently.
“I think the location of the Merry Go would get a nice packet from the Marines.”
Nami struggled briefly upon hearing this. “Bastard! Have you no loyalty?”
“I leave that to people with a conscience.” The Interrogator pulled the cart slightly closer, repositioning it so it would be in easy reach. “Now, you know the drill. Just say the word and I stop.”
“Never!” Nami said vehemently.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” the Interrogator said in a delighted tone, rubbing his hands together. “I love a challenge.” He reached down under the table, releasing a lock. “Must have better access...” he said as the bottom half of the table hinged open, spreading his captive’s legs wide.
“Bastard!” Nami screamed, pulling as her restraints. “Just get on with your torture.”
“Torture? Who said anything about torture?” The black clad man stepped between her spread legs. “That’s against the Pirate Code or something, isn’t it?” He started to rub his hands up and down his prisoner’s legs. “Is pleasuring against the Code, madam navigator?”
Nami’s eyes grew wide, her body going rigid as the hands lightly played over her body. “You’re just a pervert, aren’t you?” she spat.
The Interrogator ignored the insult, reaching over to the cart. “Have you ever heard of the ‘Tickle Torture’?” he asked, holding up a long feather.
Nami merely grunted and turned her head away. “I’m not ticklish.”
A few passes of the feather verified this statement and the man put the feather down. “Let’s try something else, then. A little stimulation, just to get things going.”
Nami was almost afraid to contemplate what this might be in this bizarre interrogation. Then she caught her breath as clips were put in her nipples. Not painful, but enough for her to know they were there. “Get those off me, you son-of-a-bitch!”
“Just tell me what I want to hear, Nami.”
“When hell freezes over!”
“Well, I didn’t think it would be that easy.”
The Interrogator reached over to the cart and picked up a bottle of oil, pouring some into his hand to warm it. Then he started to rub her exposed pussy, causing her to catch her breath, her body going rigid. He brushed a finger over clit before diving deep into her body. She gasped again, throwing her head back and struggling against the restraints.
This went on for several minutes. Nami endured the humiliating process as more fingers joined the first, wiggling inside her while a thumb played over her sensitive clit. Then his other hand was kneading her breasts, a finger occasionally brushing over the nipples still in the clips, and causing here to gasp each time. Yet she still refused to talk, refused to submit, despite the fact that she knew what all this was preparing the way for. It did not prevent her from screaming every obscenity she could think of at the man.
“I think you’re ready,” the Interrogator purred as he made a show of removing his pants, revealing a very impressive erection. He paused long enough for his prisoner to get a good look at his sizeable member before return to his place between her spread legs. He pressed the head of his penis against her, pausing long enough to say gain, “Just say the word and I’ll stop.”
“Do your worst!” Nami said between clenched teeth. “I will not fucking talk.”
There was a snick in reply. “Maybe you’ll talk while fucking.”
“Bastard!” Nami snarled. She threw her head back, and drew a sharp breath as the man gave a sharp thrust, burying the full length of his impressive member inside her body. Then he was slowly gliding back and forth.
“Tell me what I want to hear, Nami.”
Nami pulled at her bindings, thrashing unsuccessfully, her head shaking back and forth, a loud cry escaping her as the man thrust deep. “I...I...will...nnnnnot…” She cried out again as the man started a steady rhythm of thrusts, his balls slapping against her ass. He reached down and gave her clitoris a flick with his thumb, sending a jolting wave through her body. “Aaagh!”
The Interrogator gave a satisfied grunt as his prisoner thrashed beneath him, her hips unable to move because of the strap across her abdomen. He kept one hand at her pussy, his thumb playing at her sensitive nub while the fingers of his other hand brushed over her oversensitive nipples.
“Hard to talk now, isn’t it?” he taunted.
“Bbb... Baassss... Bassstarrd!” Nami managed finally.
“Say the word and I’ll stop.”
Nami made a show of clamping her mouth shut. This only seemed to spur the man on, his thrusts growing faster, harder, deeper, pressing up against the thumb that hit the most sensitive point on her clit with maddening accuracy.
After what seemed an eternity, Nami came with a sound that was a combination moan and primal growl. She strained against her bindings, writhing wildly as the orgasm exploded through her body in wave after wave as the man’s cock continued to drive into her. The sensations this produced around the enormous cock buried in her body was enough to carry the Interrogator over the edge and he came as well, empting himself hot and deep in her body.
The room was quiet some minutes as the pair got their breath back. The Interrogator extracted himself from his prisoner’s body, silently cleaning himself and then dressing before going on to clean his prisoner and check for any signs of injury. No evidence of torture, he thought with a smile.
“You’re one tough lady for someone so small,” the black clad man said admiringly. "I'm impressed." He dropped the towel on the cart before moving to the head of the table so he could look into his prisoner’s eyes.
Nami responded with a non-communicative grunt.
“What would induce you to say what I want to hear?”
Nami looked up, meeting the inquiring gaze. “Let me see your face.”
This was not the answer the man was expecting. “Really?”
“Yes.”
The hood was quickly pulled off, revealing short cropped moss green hair. Zoro leaned closer to his lover until he was almost nose-to-nose. They’d played this game dozens of times before. In fact, it was one of their favorites, allowing Nami to be victim and victor at the same time while screaming obscenities to her heart’s content. But in all the times they had played out this scenario, Nami had never come close to saying the words that Zoro wanted to hear. She’d never used the safe word, either, but that wasn’t the information her lover was interested in.
“Well?” Zoro said sternly. “Tell me what I want to hear, Nami!”
Nami gave a small smile and raised her head to kiss him. “I love you, Zoro.”

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: I hope you enjoyed this fic, starring NotReallyAUke!Nami and Well-Hung!Zoro. XD
Disclaimer: I don’t own it, nor do I have any rights to the characters. I’m just playing with them and returning them when I’m done. I believe in catch and release.
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