She entered the interrogation room where Rita, another officer, was waiting. The room itself was tiled on the walls and floor, with a drain in the centre and was quite bare, save for a couple of steel cupboards and powerful angled lights that were hung from the ceiling. The only other item was a powered tilting table, to which was strapped a naked man with a hollow gag in his mouth and held by a Velcro strap. Tracie approached the man and stood right next to him, leaned toward him and said quietly “You will tell me what I need to know one way or another so we can make it easy and painless or I shall have my fun. Now please tell me the names, aliases and addresses of the other four men in the group, those who were plotting to blow up one of the castration centres in London”. The man stared straight ahead and said nothing. “Rita! The electric cattle prod if you please”. Rita, dressed identically to Tracie, except for the stripes on her arm, reached and took the cattle prod from the cupboard. “Apply it to his chest”, said Tracie. Rita smiled and stuck the prod into the man’s bare and sweaty chest and pulled the trigger. He writhed around with a look of contorted agony on his face for the few seconds that the electricity pulsed through him. Tracie then asked the man “Do you have anything to tell me yet?” He shook his head. “Very well. I can see you are strong but you will break as all the others have broken”. She then moved right up close to him and pressed her body against his. He could smell her perfume and the latex of her uniform as he also felt her hand stroke his penis. As she pressed up against him she whispered softly, “Understand this – I can do anything to you that I wish, I can give you pleasure, I can give you pain and I can even kill you so it’s in your interest to talk”. She began to masturbate him but stopped before he came and stepped away and took a cane from the cupboard and brought it up gently between his legs until it pushed against his sac. “Here’s the deal – give me the information and I’ll see that the judge is lenient with your sentence. Of course those are going to have to be destroyed but if you are cooperative I’ll send you to the very castration centre that you plotted to blow up, where your castration will be humane and painless. If, on the other hand, you persist with this resistance I will castrate you myself in an extremely painful manner and will also remove your penis. I’ll give you some time to ponder.” And with that she turned, took Rita by the hand and both women left the room, their heels clicking in unison and their tight latex-clad butts swaying.

After both women had dined in the staff canteen, which was staffed by castrated and feminised males in satin maids’ dresses, they returned to the interrogation chamber suitably refreshed. The prisoner, tired from his long journey in the back of a police van, had fallen asleep whilst still strapped to the upright table but a horrific pain awakened him. Rita had kicked him squarely in his balls with her stiletto-heeled shoe. “How dare you fall asleep!” she yelled. The prisoner was sick with the pain and vomited through the hollow gag, down his chest and stomach, the vomit trickling down his abdomen and legs onto the floor. Tracie opened the other cupboard, reeled out a hosepipe and blasted the vomit from the man and down the drain in the middle of the floor. She continued to blast the icy water at him and directed he jet at his face so the water forced its way into his nose, making him feel as if he was drowning. She cut off the flow, dropped the pipe to the floor and stepped toward him, taking his balls in her small but strong hand and squeezing them hard. His face contorted once again to the pain and as Tracie slowly released her grip she pushed her warm, latex-clad body against his and then began to let her tongue lick his nipples. As she did this, Rita looked the man in the eye and said “You know there is no escape and we can spend as long as you like over this, we will get what we want so do you want more pain or more pleasure before you talk?” Meanwhile, Tracie had worked her way down his body and her tongue was exploring the prisoner’s now rock hard penis head but stopped suddenly as she backed from him. “Well”, she said tilting her head to one side with a look of innocence that belied the evil inside, “what is it to be?” The man grunted something through the gag. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get that”, said Rita. “I think he wants to cooperate”, replied Tracie and stepped forward to release the man’s gag. “I… I will co…operate but I want a deal. I’ll tell you all you want to know if you will let me keep my genitals, fix it so that I can have a testicle licence”, he said pleadingly. Tracie and Rita turned to look at each other and smiled. Tracie then looked at the man and said “It’s a deal, now give me the information”. Tracie and Rita left the room for ten minutes and Tracie returned alone. She had a desk and chair brought in to the room and she sat taking notes in front of the, still restrained, man as he ratted on his comrades in arms, giving all the details that he knew. Once she was confident that he had no more to offer she uncrossed her beautiful long legs and stood up. “Thank you. Now I have to organise a raid. Only when I confirm that what you have told me is true will the licence be signed”, she said as she held up a testicle licence that was all filled out with his name on it. “Until I return you shall stay strapped to that table”. She then moved the table into a position where it could be seen from the corridor and that the prisoner could see into it and left the door open as she left. From his position he could see several women moving about preparing for the raid. He noticed the other one, Rita, who had been interrogating him was now dressed, as were the others, in combat trousers, shirts and boots. They carried automatic weapons and Tazers among their weaponry. Tracie, however, was still wearing her provocative interrogation uniform and heels as she loaded a semi-automatic pistol and led the women out of sight, presumably to the door and a waiting truck.

To the prisoner, strapped to the tilting table, it seemed like a very long time but it was, in fact, only an hour later when the raid team came back. He saw them pass along the corridor with two of his fellow insurgents, Joe and Eddie. Eddie looked as if he’d been shot in the arm. He guessed that the other two had either gotten away or were dead. Then Tracie appeared and entered the room, closing the door quietly behind her. She still looked perfect in her appearance and not at all like she had been in a shoot-out, except that is for a small blood stain on her latex tunic, above her left breast. She took the control of the table and tilted it back to an almost horizontal position and then climbed onto it, straddling the prisoner. She was excited, the adrenaline from the raid and the promotion that surely beckoned. The prisoner too was excited, at the prospect of a life with him and his gonads staying together and excited that this exquisitely sexy woman was straddling him. She stretched her skirt and hoisted it as she lowered herself and her juicy pussy to take in his 8-inch cock and rode him like something wild until they both came together. Then she dismounted and slid off the table. His cock was still hard and she began to play with it. He had been wanting nothing more than to be released but now he thought a little while longer strapped to this table would be just fine. She gently and slowly stroked his cock and the man said, “Come on, honey, you were great, let’s do it again before you sign that licence and let me go”. “I’m sorry”, Tracie replied, just hang on a second”. She went over to the cupboard and took something out and then returned to the man and his throbbing erection. The something was a device that had a ring of blades that, when the handle was pressed, caused the ring of blades to meet in the middle – like the aperture of a camera. Before he even knew what was happening, the device was around the man’s cock and Tracie had squeezed the handles with all her strength. The penis was severed instantly and as the pain shot through him she tossed the piece of meat to the floor. She then took a knife from the cupboard and severed the man’s testicles as he screamed in pain again.

As medics transferred the prisoner to a trolley after staunching the blood flow he looked at the sergeant and said, in a pitiful voice, “But I thought we had a deal?” Tracie smirked and said simply, “I lied”.