They all could use a polygraph device, but they also knew everything about other techniques they could use to make people talk. From simple persuasion...to all kinds of torture techniques. They even had invented some new ways to make people talk. However, the technique used was always decided by the interrogator in question and all of them had their own specialization. The end result was of course the only thing that counted. The head of the base had called in these four today, because they all. Mere pati to jaise dekhteHi pagal ho gaye. Inhone mere dono haath deewar se lagaye kas k pakad kar or mere hootho ko buri tarah chuumne lage, aisa laga ki aaj to mujhe kha hi jayeinge, mere seene ko apne seene se laga kar feel karne lage or mujhe bus bed par zor se patak diya, wo is hadd tak uttejit ho chuke the ki meri nighty bhi utaar nahi paa rahe the isliye un hone nighty faad daali or mujhe ghoor ghoor k dekhne lage mano koi sher apne shikar ko dekh raha ho. Main neeche wo mere upar, ab. When the conversation eventually paused, she looked at me, thoughtfully.“So, what do you have planned for the rest of the evening?” she asked.“Well, I know what I should be doing,” I replied, hesitating a moment before deciding to go for it. “But I know what I’d rather be doing instead.”“What might that be?” A mischievous glint in her eye spurred me on.I leaned towards her and lowered my voice. There were other guests in the lounge.“Making love with you.” I smiled.“I guessed you were thinking. When the last guy slid his cock out of my now gaping ass and my hands and legs were untied I could barely stand. At some point they had started drinking and judging from all the empty beer cans, everyone was at least a few beers in. They had also set up a camera on a tripod and when one of the guys saw me looking at it he said I was going to be a porn star. When I asked if I could have my clothes back I was laughed at and told that they weren't done with me yet. A couple of the guys grabbed me.