The Interrogation

My head hurts. I open my eyes to a room that I can barely see. There's a desk in front of me, a lamp, and a door in the back of the room. I'm currently sitting in a chair that creaks whenever I move. My hands are cuffed, and the chain between said cuffs has been run beneath a small metal hoop on top of the desk, preventing me from switching on the lamp.

The door opens, letting in a brief flash of blinding light, that makes my eyes sting. Through the door comes the shape of a woman, though it was certainly not human. She pulled the lamp's cord, allowing for a much clearer view of the room.

"Good evening, Anon. I assume you already know why you're here."

The woman in front of me was wearing a blue uniform, with a shiny brass badge tacked on to her flat chest. Atop her head was a hat that appeared to be tucking away a great deal of hair. I looked below, and saw nothing but desk. Given the desk was about two and a half feet tall, I'd estimate her height to be about four-foot-eight, or around one-hundred fourty centimeters. Taking this into account, as well as the small fang that appeared in the upper corner of her mouth when she spoke, I could safely assume the officer before me was a goblin.

"Umm, hello? Mister Anon?" She waved a hand in front of my face.

"I didn't know we had goblins in our police force."

"That's 'hobgoblin', to you." She proclaimed, puffing her chest out like a superhero.

"Aren't hobgoblins supposed to be, um..."

"Hey, I'm supposed to be the one asking questions here!" She snapped, blushing. After letting out a long sigh, she continued. "Anyway, you know why you're here, right?"

"I believe so."

"Then, you must already know what we want from you, right?"

"I'd rather die than tell you that."

"If you talk, we'll protect you from them. You won't have to worry about a thing. We'll even reduce your sentence to a week. You only committed a petty theft, after all."

"They did more for me than the whole damn city ever could. I'll be damned if I turn my back on them now."

"I'm not giving you a choice, I'm giving you an ultimatum. If you don't tell us now, we'll make you tell us later."

"Do your worst."

"Gladly." A sickening smirk washed upon her face for a brief moment, before she turned to the door, and called. "Helen, we've got a quiet one!"

The door flung open. Through it, came a massive, fluffy beast of a woman. She placed her foot on top of the desk. Actually, it was a paw, a pitch-black paw. "Hey, this one's pretty cute. Normally, those revolutionary groups are fulla geezers." As she leaned down to get a closer look at my face, I could see that the buttons of her uniform were struggling to contain her powerful bosom. When I looked up, her eyes were glowing bright red with determination. Her absurd height only added to the aura of power exuded by her mere presence. A hellhound, through and through. Her tail began to wag. "Say, Becky..."

"Yes?" The goblin responded.

"Can we?"

"With him?"

"Yeah."

"Why? We have a job."

"Don't be such a killjoy! How often do men like this show up in the office?"

"You have a point..."

"The it's settled!" Helen tore open her uniform, sending buttons flying everywhere. "Alright, lil' guy, are you ready to be interrogated?"

"Helen! You're moving too fast! You need to take time with these things."

"But that's boring!" She whined, before turning toward me. "Say, lil' guy." she teased, pushing up her breasts with her arms, "You like my approach better, right? You're the kind of man who loves being pushed around by big girls like me, aren't ya? Pervert." She giggled.

Becky let out a long sigh, and removed her uniform, revealing a tomboyish haircut, a petite set of horns, and a chest you could write calligraphy on. "Keep him secure, Helen. I'll pop off the cuffs. Let's get him away from that desk."

"Aye aye!" As soon as the handcuffs were undone, the hellhound locked me in a full nelson, preventing me from using my arms. She sat down with me in her embrace, her intense body heat permeating through my thin shirt. The goblin happily yanked my pants and underwear off in one motion. The hellhound followed up by draping her legs on top of mine, completely immobilising me. "We're gonna have lots of fun with you, lil' guy." The hellhound whispered directly into my ear.

The goblin stood in front of my exposed groin, looking down on me. "Two cute girls are about to have their way with you, and you can't even get a little hard?" She pressed her toe against my dick. "If you aren't responsive to this kind of interrogation, we'll have to switch back to roughing you up, y'know?" She rubbed my limp cock between her toes with a gentle tugging motion.

"Hey, he's breathing kinda heavy!" Helen laughed. "Do you like being stepped on?" She whispered, and kissed my neck. "If you want us to stop, you know what to do."

I could feel myself getting hard from their combined assault, but I refused to give in.

Becky's soft feet pressed my newly-formed erection against my stomach, rubbing it up and down as I lay completely helpless against Helen's powerful lock. As Becky assaulted me from the front, Helen goaded me from behind with her soft murmurs. "Good boy. Let it all out for us. Show me more of your cute, submissive face." I couldn't handle the stimulation, and moaned reflexively, which only spurred them on further. My erection drooled tiny streams of pre-cum as Becky completely smothered it with her foot. Eventually, even Becky joined in on the teasing.

"Go ahead and cum all over my foot, you pervert. I can't believe you're actually getting hard from this."

Helen forced her breasts against my back. "Once Becky makes you cum, I'll take over and give you a nice, wet blowjob. Have you ever tried a hellhound's mouth before? I'll make you melt inside me. You won't be satisfied with mafia whores again."

Already, I could feel myself on the verge of climax. My eyes rolled up as I covered Becky's leg with my cum. "Oh?" Becky scoffed."Already? I thought Mafia punks were supposed to be tougher than this." She wiped my shame off her leg with a hand, and licked it clean. "It's your turn, Helen."

I was shoved toward Becky, who quickly arrested me in the same hold I was in before. I was impressed with the strength that goblins could exert with such tiny bodies. Helen rested my still-throbbing cock against her cheek. "Give me everything you've got, lil' guy." She giggled, before taking my tip into her mouth. It was hot, like a bath spring. She ran her soft, squishy tongue around the glans, and I let out another helpless moan.

"It's a good thing you have a cute moan, or I would've gagged you from the start." Becky whispered in a harsh tongue. "Though, you probably would've liked that, wouldn't you? Should I wad up my panties right now, and jam it in your mouth?"

As Becky berated me, Helen was taking me deeper, and deeper into her mouth. Her saliva ran down my crotch in thick globs, pooling onto the floor. The sound of slurping filled the room, her eager mouth begging me to release.

"Anon," Becky began again, "If you can stay hard after this, I'll let you have a taste of my pussy. Does that sound good to you?" I didn't respond, but I let out a rather loud moan as Helen suddenly picked up the pace.

Then, Helen pulled away, numerous strands of her saliva still tethering her mouth to my cock. Panting, and with a massive, sadistic smile on her face, she wrapped her massive breasts around my cock with her paws, and pumped me, kissing my tip as it barely came out the top. Lubricated by her viscous saliva, her soft mounds easily glided up and down, leaving me in complete ecstasy. She quickly caught on to my near climax, and shoved my dick all the way down her throat, hungrily swallowing every last drop of my orgasm. I went completely limp for a second, allowing Becky to toss me like a ragdoll back into Helen's arms.

"Oh, would you look at that!" Becky exclaimed, groping my still-erect shaft. "You know what this means, right?"

I watched with a mix of horror and excitement as Becky showed me her backside, and readied my cock at her slippery entrance. Slowly she pushed me inside her, and I could feel her walls forcibly being stretched around my girth. Her tightness was almost unbearable. Every bump, every bend, I could feel it pressed tightly against my cock, as if she were leaving an imprint. I felt like I could cum right then and there, but Becky had stopped halfway down. "If you want to cum, you'll have to tell us where your friends are." Becky teased.

"What?" I whined, barely able to keep a grip on my loyalty.

"You heard her, lil' guy. Did you forget we were interrogating you?" Helen laughed.

Becky sunk a little lower. "If you tell us, we'll keep you in protective custody. You'll be able to do this with us every day, for the rest of your life." She moaned.

My eyes were fixated on Becky's petite ass as it slowly made its way down. "Every day?"

"Yes, every day." Helen whispered. "So, won't you be a good boy, and tell us?"

Becky only got tighter as she took me further in. Under the immense pressure of her pussy, and Helen's soft encouragement, I blurted out the location of my gang.

"Good boy." Whispered Helen, who rewarded me with a gentle bite on the ear. Becky began to ride me, her tight insides wrapped around me in a tight, slippery coil as she pushed me closer and closer to my limit, her tiny ass bobbing up and down frantically as she continued to throw volatile language in my direction.

"You little pervert! You want me to get pregnant from this, don't you? You want to let it out as deep as I can take you inside me, until you're right up against my womb, so you can make sure you fill up every inch of me with your filthy cum, huh? Go ahead! Let it all out! You dirty pig!"

With one final slam, Becky forced me to let go of everything. As the remnants of my orgasm spilled out onto my lap, I realized the horrible fate I had met.

Oh well. At least I won't die a virgin.