We are not fighting the insurrectionists anymore, we are fighting the covenant, an alien race intent on wiping us out. I had conflicted feelings, I hated the human race because they were savage. Maybe this is what they deserved. But then again, I am human and part of me still cares about my species, but enough of that. I had a special interrogation. 2 high ranking covenant elite units had been captured alive. I was ordered to find out what they knew. I'd never tortured something inhuman before. This was going to be a new experience. The first elite was already in the interrogation room, waiting for me. I entered the door, and saw the massive creature cuffed to the table.
As with all of my victims, he was stripped nude. When I entered, he looked at me and snarled. "They sent a female? What do you humans take me for? Some kind of sniveling grunt?" I never saw an elite up close before, he had a beautiful body! His dark blue scales shined with an iridescent sheen. they rippled as his muscular chest heaved up and down. It was too bad that I was going to cut it up. His voice was deep and masculine. His member was huge! I felt a bit of a rush to my head, but I recovered quickly. I said to him, "Don't worry, I won't disappoint you."
The elite gave a mocking snort. I said to him, "Here is how this works. You are going to tell me what you know about your fleet's plans, then I will kill you. Refuse to tell me what you know, then I will make you wish you were dead." He spat at me, flecks of spittle landed on my face, then he laughed. "I wasn't expecting this to be easy.", I grinned, reaching for my instruments. I picked up a device that looked like a rotary saw, but instead of having a normal saw blade, it had a diamond-embedded disk. It is useful for cutting through hard objects, but I use it because it takes a long time to cut through flesh, basically grinding and burning the skin.
The elite watched me but didn't seem to be afraid. I turned on the saw and it made a loud whirring noise. I got to work. I started to cut through his wrist. I could smell the flesh burning, but all I got out of him was a groan. I was impressed, people usually succumbed as soon as I cut half way through their index finger. So I cut off his hand, and he was breathing fast. I asked him if he was willing to give up, but he mocked me. "Hmmph, is this all you got?" What a tough specimen! I continued to torture him, I used scalpels, sanders, grinders, I used plyers to pull out his teeth, one by one. He never screamed or pleaded, he just groaned.
I was running out of ideas, and he was bleeding to death. Finally, I tried something desperate. I took a large shear, and I placed it around his penis. For the first time, he flinched, he seemed afraid, but he said nothing. I slowly closed the sheers, they began to cut into the sides of his shaft, he shivered as the bluish-purple blood began to flow. Then I lopped it off. He howled loudly and cried, cursing me. His blood flowed all over the table, I picked up is severed phallus and slapped him around the face with it. He died without giving me anything. This was a challenge, but I had 1 more chance to get the information I wanted. I kept the severed phallus because that could come in handy. But I felt something I never felt before. I felt some sort of remorse for what I had done. I did not understand why, I never felt remorse when I tortured humans. Why now? It doesn't matter. I put the limp penis into a freezer.
Later that night, I was in my office, filling out my report. But my mind kept wondering back to his body. I kept thinking about his shiny scales, his muscular physique, his masculine voice. He resisted my torture the whole time. I could not defeat him. My head felt light and I could feel my face blush. I was filled with lust, thinking about that beautiful body, the way the scales rippled when he breathed, The bestial grunts he made. I did something crazy, I opened the freezer under my desk and took out his frozen phallus. I pulled down my pants, and I shoved it into my pussy. It was cold, but it was big and hard. I spread my legs, leaned back in my chair, and I began to masturbate while my mind wondered off to that sexy alien. I never felt this way about any human.
I thrusted into myself again and again and again. I clenched my mouth shut because I did not want to make any noise. I could feel the orgasm approaching rabidly. I groaned as it took hold of me, I could feel my sex tighten around the big frozen shaft, spilling all over my chair. When I was done, I sat their, holding the penis in my hand, wondering what I had just done. Then I put it back int he freezer, and I cleaned up my mess. I finished filling out my report and I went home. That night, I dreamed about the elite I had tortured and killed. In the dream he pinned me down and raped me. It was a good dream. I had one more chance to get this right. This is going to be fun.
(to be continued)
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