After the incident with the newest prisoner, I had Bianca bring me the files of said prisoner so that I could have an understanding.
Once she had arrived and handed me the files, she left just as fast to leave me alone while also placing some biscuits for me.
"Let's see what problems you caused." I muttered and opened the file, my eyes already scanning through the contents.
The prisoners name is Ophelia Warden, age fourty five, and has ten years of combat. She is a freelance body guard with high ratings from multiple clients.
Her reason for arrest? She was currently protecting a famous artist that was on tour, and the currant location was in this city at a five star hotel.
However, the artist called us in panic, and began to explain that Ophelia was trying to force herself on him, trying to force him to marry her.
Luckily, there was a squad that was nearby by at the time to arrive at the scene and made their way inside.
As soon as they arrived, they caught her as she was about to insert her member in the poor man, who was tied down with his bottom raised.
She tried to resist at first, using a lance and shield to force the group back, only to be struck with a small lighting fused bullet.
In the end, she was dragged away, kicking and screaming, swearing she'll find the perfect mate to dominate.
"I see, centaurs are always the fickle ones." I sighed and placed the file down on my desk and grabbed the phone that was to my right.
"Please have Ophelia in the interrogation room, and have some guards on stand by." Once I hung up the phone, I soon began to read through more information.
Her family is a complicated bunch, not in a, keeping the bloodline pure sense, but trying to survive.
After being brought to this world, almost all of the centaurs and sub-species were almost wiped out, and refused to marry into other races.
They all stuck to the old traditions, preferring to marry only centaurs to give birth to strong warriors.
However, some of the centaurs broke from their tribes/clans to make their own tribes, and it seemed Ophel was a part of the newer tribes.
Specifically, the warden tribes, who were mostly focused on close combat. The weapons they mostly used was either swords, or lances.
While at the same time, using a shield to protect themselves from the front. As for their lower half, they always had commissioned armor from the dwarves, enchanting it to repel any attacks.
Once I had read enough, I closed the file and sighed, knowing this was one of the difficult ones to deal with.
'Well, when it comes to these kinds, they also have a weakness as well.' I thought to myself and pressed thr receiver.
"You rang, sir?" Asked a woman.
"Yes, when placing Ophelia in the interrogation chamber, fill the room with aphrodisiac, before that, make sure she is restrained from head to toe." I ordered.
"At once sir, will you be needing a gas mask sir?" The guard asked me, I only shook my head.
"No, I'll be fine." I replied and ended the call, afterwords, I grabbed my jacket and began ti walk towards the interrogation room.
Along the way, Bianca rushed to my side, calmer than before, and glanced at me.
"Sir, why are you having the room full of aphrodisiac?" I understood her curiosity on why, so I decided to humor her.
"Do you know what both men and futanari all hate?" I asked her, she furrowed her brows to think, but she couldn't respond.
"Blue balls." I responded to her, causing her to stop and look at me all flustered, she sputtered and tried to speak, but she ended up staying silent.
"Don't bother trying understand, just know, she'll be begging to not have it." We had walked for a few more minutes, and we soon arrived.
I could already hear Ophelia grunting and cursing, followed by the sound of chains rattling.
"I'd recommend that you go into the watch room, you don't want to be here." I told Bianca, who looked at me with concern.
"R-right." She soon left me standing in front of the door, with her gone, I opened the door and was hit with a lavender scent.
The room itself was pitch black, only with white lights shining down from the ceiling. In the center of the room, was Ophelia.
She herself had restraints on both her arms and legs, preventing her from trying to move, at the same time, she wore a blind fold.
"I-is anyone there? Please, I-I need to cum, please touch me!" She begged, she began to move, the chains that held her down began to rattle once again.
"Ophelia Warden." I began to speak, causing her to look in my direction.
"Age fourty five, free lance body guard, and a wonderful record when guarding the clients, I must admit, this is impressive." I stated, pacing around her, while reading the files once again.
"Your first client that hired you, you had defended them from a pack of wolf beastmen, who was trying to capture the client for an illegal brothel." I said with an impressive tone.
"I must admit, you had made it easy for the FDC to find the brothel, so I must give you my thanks." Ophelia responded with subtle moans, her horse half began to buck slightly, as if trying to fuck the air.
"When you were hired by your second client, your job was to prevent a priestess from…" I had to re-read the words on the information, frowning what I read.
"Converting teenage girls into the church of love?" I had expected married women, but this was, disturbing to say the least.
"T-the priestess, s-she was a-an imposter!" Ophelia struggled to speak, her head was turned to where I was, she was panting heavily with sweat.
The prison uniform was sticking close to her chest, causing her harden nipples to be exposed.
"Explain, who was the imposter?" I asked her, she only grunted, I could hear something slapping hard, something sticky.
"T-touch me first, m-make me cum…" She begged, looking lower, I could see her cock throbbing, while her balls we're hitching up.
"No, you either explain, or I can leave you here with blue balls." I gave her the options, she only whined and began to move once again.
"N-no, I want to cum, I want to cum, I want to cum, I want to cum!" She shouted, her breasts began to jiggle and bounce as she began to move once again.
I only sighed and rubbed my temples, but since she was being adamant, I looked at one of the cameras and grabbed my radio.
"Please bring a mount, and another prisoner." I requested, Ophelia looked at me with gratitude at first, but then it changed to confusion.
"W-what? I-I'm not going to cum?" Her answer was a door being opened with three guards, all wore a gas mask.
With a orc prisoner who had chains clamped on her hands and legs. As soon as she took one whiff, she was on her knees.
Her breathing became erratic, and a large tent was pitched up instantly. She tried to pry herself away from the guards, but was forced to stand in front of the large fleshlight.
"Move it you slut!" One of the guards shoved the orc forward, causing their cock to be sucked inside.
The orc tossed her head back, and gripped the handles that were on the sides. Using it to thrust hard and fast, her balls swinging in the air, while her sweat dripped onto the floor.
Ophelia was forced to watch it all, her eyes were focused on the tube itself and her cock throbbed, shooting pre-cum on the floor.
"If you tell me who the imposter was, you can enjoy a tube yourself." I said while flipping through the papers again, not disturbed by the sounds the orc was making.
Ophelia then looked at me in shock, wondering how I was calm in this situation, staring at my crotch, not seeing a boner.
"H-how?" She asked me, I only glanced up at her, my eyes meeting hers.
"Both my mothers have been having sex as soon as I knew what sex was, and have done it too many times, I've grown accustomed to them doing it." I replied.
"It was hard at first, but over time, well, you can piece the rest of the puzzle." The orc who was busy using the fake pussy soon began to cum, her balls hitched while her cock stayed inside the toy.
Her cum overflowing it, and dripping into the floor. However, the orc began to thrust once again, leaning forward and moaning louder.
"Now, back to the topic at hand, who was the person that was impersonating the priestess?" Ophelia bit her lower lip, trying to keep herself from answering.
But hearing the orc cumming once again, and seeing the cum flows onto the ground, her cock was now at full mast, veins run along the sides, her balls churning and her breathing became more erratic.
"It was a succubus, a succubus was impersonating the priestess!" She shouted, and began to yank the chains.
Her outfit was already wet with sweat, and clung to her breasts. Her hooves began to stomp on the ground, and the chains rattle at her movements.
"There, I told you, let me cum, let me cum, let me cum, let me cum, let me cum, let me cum!" She repeated, I didn't look at her, only flipped the page once again.
"Not yet, I wanted to ask you about the recent client you were about to rape, a famous artist." Ophelia was now on the ground, using the floor to pleasure herself.
"Y-yes, I can do this, I c-can cum, o-oh the smoothe floor, she muttered to herself, bucking her hips as fast as she could.
"P-pussy, feels good, smoothe pussy!" She grunted, her bucking began to increase, slowly pleasuring herself with the smoothe ground.
"Nice try." I snapped my fingers, and a symbol appeared on her balls, just before she could cum.
Her balls began to hitch, and her cock began to throb as if trying to shoot her cum. Instead, all she shot out was drops of pre-cum.
"Noooo, I was so close, please, let me cum I'll do anything, please!" She cried, her tears falling onto the floor.
"Answer my questions, and you can, if not, your stuck like this." I told her, Ophelia then turned her sights to the orc woman.
Who was still thrusting, the large toy she was using soon began to hum, and cause vibrations.
"Ohhhh~!" The orc began to clutch the tube tight, her arms, legs, and body stiffen at the sensation, and her balls hitched hard.
Splattering more cum inside the soft, wet, warm walls. More of her sweat began to fall to the ground, and her movements began to increase.
"Fine! I wanted the artist to be my housewife, so he could be used as a fuck toy for me and my clan!" She screamed, looking at me with plea.
I hummed at her answer, seeing that she was slowly breaking easily, I felt as if there was something else.
"I see, is that all that you wanted to do?" I asked her, lifting my gaze from the paper and staring at her.
She grunted and whined at my question, trying to avoid eye contact. The silence didn't help, since the orc kept cumming and thrusting like an animal in heat.
The wet sound of the cummed filled tube, followed by the grunts and moans of the orc we're making things difficult for Ophelia.
"Fine, it was to see who could bring back the most beautiful man or women to the tribe, and the winner would be given the chance to sleep with the chosen people!" She shouted, heaving loudly.
'That makes more sense, there have been reports of missing people lately, luckily, the people that are missing were mostly single people.' I thought and nodded my head.
I then jotted down the information and closed the files, turning to the guards, I signaled them to take the orc away.
"Alright, that's enough for you." One of the guards then pulled out a gun and fired at the orc, shooting out a lighting shot and paralyzing the orc.
Once paralyzed, they all began to haul the orc away, leaving the mount. I then snapped my fingers, removing the seal, and soon removed the chains.
At the moment the last chain was removed, she bolted towards the tube and hoisted her upper body, aimed her cock inside the hole, and began to push deep inside.
She instantly threw her head back, moaning loudly with no restraints, and began to buck in and out.
Meanwhile, I stepped out of the room, the doors closing behind me, and I made my way back to my offices passing by the guards.
"Investigate about the fake priestess, and take holy weapons with you." I said to a guard, who saluted and ran off.
"Bianca?" I called out to her, she quickly ran to my side, and fixed her hair, trying to hide her fluster face.
"Yes sir?" She asked, the two of us then arrived at my office, and I soon sat down.
"Once Ophelia has calmed down and rested, locate her tribe, I'll be going with her to deal with her tribe." I said and passed the file to her.
"Y-yes sir, w-will you be taking your sword?" She asked me, I only glanced at her and raised my hand, my sword flew into my palm.
"I always take it with me." Was the last thing I said before the doors closed in front of her.
(A/N) I'M BACK BITCHES, and that means a whole new path is made, but for updates on new chapters, it'll be a while for this bad story to progress.
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