Galahad

Stiff upper lip with occasional emotional leakage – sadness, excitement, fondness, humor but generally not anger – this he keeps tightly controlled and focused - keeps his wits even in the most extreme circumstances ---  breaking thru the controlled demeanor is going to take some serious emotional duress

Progressive mind set with traditional values, including a touch of noblesse oblige - big on personal responsibility and choice at all strata  ---  which makes her an enemy combatant, therefore fair game

Clever & observant - dry wit with a gift for understatement and adaptability – weighs each utterance for an economy of words – while quite funny, rarely engages in humor for it’s own sake  ---  so dirty talk has be central to the objective

Repressed – violence is his go-to response to emotional duress - may be the language he is most fluent in - devoted to those close to him but unable to verbalize it. vengeance as penance – casual violence and pristine etiquette, wedded in the reasoned insistence that bloodshed, while necessary, brings no joy a gentlemen would indulge, beyond the joy of a job well done. Routine, order, and control are the fences that corral the beast and they are entrenched  ---  repression at this level is an easy bleed from violence to sex

The man is a briefcase bomb, but he’s far more C4 than nitro. To actually detonate him I have to...kill Eggsy and Lancelot.

Oughts
MDom 		chains are good! 		a blindfold sounds great cunnilingus please!
LOTS OF FINGERING THANK YOU VERY MUCH	clitorial stimulation is very nice too!
i also loooove name calling		heavy spanking ...but just hand!
called good girl by Harry even though this is violent…to get Harry mad enough to do this would preclude his ever using the words; he’s far too literal...sub?
orgasm shaming (Something like "What would your boss think if he saw you getting fucked so good by a Kingsman agent?") 	hard fucking	Whispering
heavy choking		forced blow job		cream pie

Naughts
:P basic breast play is ok, not a huge fan of extreme stuff in that area
no denied orgasm, nor toys or anal.
no aftercare

Opening vibe is all business with anger shading the tone but only leaking through occasionally, building as we progress towards detonation. The interrogation is pretty standard mind fuck material – name calling in the angry bits (I recommend hussy, tart, harlot, & floozy) and Little Bird in the conciliatory as we build to break.

[door opens & closes]

Let me begin by apologizing for your lack of clothing, but protocol is quite clear about the incineration of possible contagions. Now that you have been cleaned and decontaminated, I think it’s time you and I had a tête-á-tête. We have a great deal to discuss.

After this afternoon’s debacle I felt it best not to take chances. The wrist and ankle cuffs, as you have no doubt worked out, are impossible to unlock without the key and the u-bolts they are chained to are anchored into solid bedrock. The entire room is enclosed in an ultrasonic force field and housed within a secure bunker. I can assure you, not even you can escape me now.

The chains are for the protection of my personnel; the blindfold is for your protection...

[whisper – anger to anguish]
They were children. They barely understood the contributions they were capable of making. And now they never will. Because of you and the man that hired you. So now, you are going to tell me the location of the device. And then, you are going to tell me why. You are going to tell me why all of those people...why my….

[composed]
Why my friends had to die. The blindfold is so I do not look in your eyes and see the lack of remorse. I am afraid, for that, I might kill you and that does not advance my cause.

...

<matter of fact, bit perfunctary - 0%>
This winch controls the chain suspending your arms and I can use it to lift you until your toes barely touch the ground or suspend you entirely. Or I can leave your ankles cuffed and see how long it takes for your shoulders to pop out of their sockets.

I was held like this for three days in Honduras once. I imagine that your hands went numb some time ago and by now your shoulders are starting to ache. If you tell me what I want to know, I can see to it that conditions improve for you.

But first there is the matter of the cavity search. In a day of costly errors, this one is an oldie-but-goodie I do not care to repeat.

<closer, slower & more deliberate>
Open your mouth...wider. Turn your head...

Now let me just make sure you are not concealing anything under here. You do not appear to be, but one must be thorough. And the other….

Does not appear to be anything back here either.

I would ask you to spread your legs but I do not suppose you have much choice in the matter. Still it does seem the polite thing to do.

<in her ear - scent blood in the water>
Well… It appears not all birds chafe in captivity after all. You may not have a weapon, but you were certainly concealing something, were you not?

<step away and speak to comms>
Merlin I am going offline for the remainder of the interrogation. Not to worry, I believe I know exactly how to handle this situation. I will be in touch when I have the information we need.

<still composed but sharper, focussed 20%>
Now, where were we? Ah yes, we were discovering what a harlot you are. Captive in your enemy’s stronghold, helpless and at his mercy, and you are positively licentious. My friends are dead and your libido is in overdrive.

You are a conniving minx, and if it were up to me, I would kill you now and be done with it. However time is imperative and I will not stand idly by while lives are lost. But know that I take no pleasure in what I am about to do and, should we meet again, I will most certainly kill you.

[slap]

You will speak only in response to a question.

[slap]

If you are still begging then we have quite a road before us. Lets get started, shall we? Where to begin…

[slap]

That was rhetorical. Do try to pay attention.

Now...well I suppose there is no way around it. A punishment is in order and I appear to be the only one available to administer it. Shall we begin with 20 lashes and see where it takes us? I did not think to bring the paddle so I am afraid my hand will have to do.

<1 spank - composed to mildy exasperated>
[work in the following lines and sprinkle with name calling]

Not even halfway through and you are already dripping down your thighs like a shameless floozy.

Was that a sob, little tart?

...<10 spank - 35%>

<matter of fact, mildy curious>
Do you need a moment to compose yourself and consider your situation? Perhaps you should have thought about that before you killed my friends.

But by all means, take all the time you need. And while you do that, I will just reach around and slide my fingers back between your legs... Salacious does not begin to cover it, does it Little Bird?

Uh uh...I do not think you have earned that again so soon. Perhaps I will just keep my fingers outside instead. Maybe rub like this?

<whisper -teasing>
It must be so confusing for you – the stinging in your rear against the bliss from my fingers – I can feel the heat of your skin through my trousers.

You are trying so hard not to moan but we both know that you will...

<whisper>
...there is no point trying to hide it. You will moan and you will press yourself against me and beg me to take you.

Would you like that Little Bird? Yes? Then tell me what I want to know.

[slap]

<composed to taunting>
Very well, let us get back to business, shall we?


<spank 11 - lather, rinse, repeat...>

I imagine it must be much worse the second time

your tender flesh already so red and swollen

knowing that this could all be over

all you have to do is tell me what I want to know

...<spank 20 - 50%>

Now, now. Stiff upper lip Little Bird. We are English.

Here, let me take your mind off it. [laugh] Struggle all you like...

<in close - biting laughter to some anger>
...it is surprisingly amusing. But perhaps I will take a hold of your throat, just to be sure. Not going anywhere now, are you? Still, I cannot have you blubbering like a child, can I? Shhh Little Bird. Concentrate on my fingers, sliding in and out. Is that better?

No? Are you sure? Because you sure seem to like it. You look confused again, Little Bird. This is what you want, is it not? Then tell me what I need to know...

Well then, this is a punishment remember? So I will leave my fingers where they are, but every time I slide them in, I am going to clamp down on your throat a little tighter, until you finish or I do. Your choice, but I know my preference. Shall we begin?


<take her over the edge, anger building as she's choked - 65%>

<neutral, calculating at on the onset>
Well that was...surprising.

You look exhausted. Your shoulders must be alight after all that thrashing. Would you like me to let your arms down Little Bird?

[chains clinking]

There now, down they come. Lets just separate these cuffs...now arms behind you...and back together they go. No, you cannot sit in the chair, but you can kneel for a moment, Little Bird, and catch your breath. Better? Good.

<in close - concillatory>
This can all be over right now; all you have to do is tell me what I want to know and then you can sit...you can sleep...I will have a meal brought to you. Just tell me where it is.

[slap]


<back to business, anger building as orgasm does>
Stubborn harlot. Very well, you wanted a reprieve now you are going to earn it.

[zipper]


Spare me the false indignity, we both know you do your best work on your knees.

I should have done this sooner, if only for the reprieve from your incessant whining.

<to orgasm - 80%>

<staccato>
Break is over, enough laying about like the shameless hussy you are. On your feet. [slap] I said on your feet.

[chains clinking]

Oh yes, arms back over your head. We are far from finished. There now, that’s not so bad, is it? Well then, you know exactly how to make this end, tart.

<whisper>
Then I can make you feel good. You do want to feel good, do you not Little Bird? Give me the location, and you have my word as a gentleman that I will allow you...completion.

<reasonable to concillatory>
You doubt my word? Perhaps a demonstration…

I am not about to kneel at the feet of the woman that murdered my friends, and I am hardly fool enough to unchain you, so lets just release these ankles cuffs, shall we?

There we are. Not even a kick? If we are being entirely truthful, I expected a bit more from you. But it would be terribly embarrassing to be strangled to death with my own restraints, so up you go…no slack on the chain.

[clinking chains]

Now hook your knees over my shoulders…. There, do you like feeling my breath on your skin Little Bird?

<dark amusement at her discomfort>
I imagine this position is not doing much for your wrists though, is it? By now you have likely lost a great deal of skin.

I tell you what, I can help support a little more of your weight if I get my hands under you… Does that hurt Little Bird? My firm grip on your poor bruised backside? Still hot to the touch, I imagine it is quite tender. What if I squeeze... I will take that as a yes. Why don’t I distract you...

<oral at your discretion, referencing counter play of pleasure and pain>

If that is what you want then tell me the location…
Know that if you are lying to me, there is nothing in this world that can save you.

<finish her - holding at 80%>


[clinking chains]

All right, all right. It is over...down you come. I have you, though I cannot for the life of me understand why. You’re a terrorist...a killer... You murdered my friends and I…

<detonation - course is set and into the eye of the storm - controlled and resolved in the moment, anger given rein through close of scene>
I think not.

It seems we have a use for this chair after all.

[struggle / chains / cuff to chair]

However I no longer require the use of your voice.

[slap]

Shut your whore mouth or I will gag it.

Better. Now get a firm grip on the chair, I imagine you are going to need it.

I do not understand why you pretend to protest; we both know you want this.

Look at you...you can barely stay upright and still trying to rock back against me.

What would your employer think if he could see you now? Battered...broken...but still desperate for the man that captured you. For the man that despises you.

Is that what you really want Little Bird? You want to be taken. You want to be caged.

Well you are in luck because after all you have seen, we can hardly let you run back to your employer.

Perhaps I will keep you Little Bird, here in my personal dungeon.
Keep you and remind you what happens to people who displease me.

<whisper>
Go ahead Little Bird, cry for me.

<take it home>

[rustling clothes / looking for earpiece]

Where did… Ah…

<into comms - surprised>
Galahad onl--I beg your pardon.

Merlin slow down. What has happened? Please repeat that. Are you certain? Visual confirmation?... <brief sigh> That is, indeed, good news. I am on my way. The device is in the Science Museum, under a bench in the Medicine Gallery, if you can believe that. The man always did have a sense of humor.

...have her cleaned up and taken to my ready room; I may have more...questions later. No, I do not believe restraints will be necessary. She is not going anywhere...