Interrogation Chair. By huskerjpg.
“I see my men have prepared you well for my session with you, slut.” The naked prisoner glared silently at the interrogator. “I have some questions about your anti-government activities and your associates. The quicker you co-operate the less painful it will be for you, whore.” She said nothing but her body involuntarily began to tremble. The man smiled and selected a springy rattan cane from the large and varied collection of whips, canes and floggers affixed to the walls of the interrogation chamber. He caressed her bulging breasts with the cane, rubbing it over the tops and undersides of her tits and then flicking it gently across her fear-engorged pink nipples. “I love women with boobs your size. It makes my work so much more enjoyable. Shall we begin?” He drew back the rattan far back over his head, ready to strike her defenseless boob flesh. “Noooooooooo,” she screamed.