Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse-Chapter 210: Policemen (Mild R)

Cauis sighed and massaged the middle of his eyebrows.

"Pray tell: Why would you need to do that?"

"Other than your blood samples, watching the performance of the act could gain some insights: for instance: Changes in BP, heart rate, respiratory changes, hormonal responses, et cetera," he said with a completely impassive expression. "The equipment for those are small and could be carried—"

"Are you insane?" It was Hugo who stood in front of the man, who looked at him with a puzzled face.

"I don’t understand."

This guy… only really saw science.

Khalifa sighed and massaged her head. "I think the blood sample will be okay, Doctor." She said, "Go and rest."

…

In the lull of the night, the team settled in the police station dormitory. Khalifa used her ability to disinfect everything, so they could have a nice sleep.

Because it was a shared dorm, however, there was no place to have sex at all. For a time, Khalifa shook her head and said, "Well, we have enough crystals anyway, let’s just lure some zombies here tomorrow to regenerate our stocks."

How could cassanovas Kaize and Hugo—who had been waiting for this turn—accept this?

So, they carried Khalifa somewhere else more private—the interrogation room.

Khalifa: "..."

Horny bastards.

In the end, she could only succumb—she still wanted her men happy—and just disinfected the place very well.

When the place was cleaning, Khalifa and the others looked at the table, the only (horizontal) surface they could make love on.

The three stared at each other, and the place, and their minds swimming in a particular thought:

If they didn’t roleplay, wouldn’t this be such a loss of opportunity?

***

The dimly lit interrogation room cast shadows on the people in the room. They were two men and a woman, all with various expressions on their faces.

There was the arrogant, impatient, face of officer Hugo, whose jaw was clenched in annoyance.

In contrast, there was the calm and stoic face of Officer Kaize, who retained his gentle oozing tone despite all the delays their prisoner was making.

In front of them was an extremely beautiful woman with unkempt hair and clothing, wearing a short nightdress that only covered what had to be covered.

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She was obviously taken straight out of her home, not given any time to prepare herself.

Khalifa sighed and tried to remain calm, shakily touching the cold handcuff on her hand. "I already told the officers everything I know."

Officer Hugo hit the table with his hand, standing up abruptly. He leaned over, looming over with a threatening air. "Miss Khalifa, we all know you’re not saying everything."

He raised his hand to hold her chin, "Better tell us everything, or things could get… unpleasant."

Good Cop Kaize sighed and patted his partner’s shoulders. He stood up and walked to the other side of the table and sat on the surface next to her.

He looked down, his handsome face adorning a smile as he looked at the suspect. "I understand you are in a difficult situation," he said. "We’re just trying to piece together what happened. You’re no suspect. You’re a witness."

The woman’s shoulders slumped in relief, and the two men watched as she nervously combed back her hair in nervousness.

She was very beautiful.

"But...I was really at home."

"Alone without a witness can’t be an alibi, Ms. Khalifa." Officer Kaize told her gently.

Officer Hugo clicked his tongue and walked over, stopping at the other side of the suspect. He was not gentle tho, and his arm leaned down so they were face to face, a menacing look adorning his face.

"Cut the crap, woman. Witnesses have placed you in the scene of the crime! If you can’t say anything else, then you are guilty!"

"No, I—" She yelled standing up, trying to defend herself.

But abruptly, she was pushed down the table, her skirt creeping up her thigh, revealing delicious skin there.

The two men gulped.

Kaize cleared his throat and patted his partner’s arms. "This is not the way to do this!"

"We don’t have time for this!" Hugo yelled, "The suspect could be gone anytime, no need to be so soft!"

The girl turned to the naturally seductive cop Kaize with teary eyes, "You said I was only a witness…" she sniffed and the man’s eyes softened.

"But we really need more information, what you’ve been telling us is extremely inconsistent and, according to our SOP, we need to question you well."

"How well?" She asked, nervous, thinking of the tortures she saw on TV.

She had wanted to sit back up, but the policemen’s eyes sharpened.

Officer Hugo’s eyes darkened, pulling the girl’s legs open, making her squeal.

"Don’t you think this is more… productive?"

Khalifa’s beautiful eyes widened at the implications, tears starting to form. "P-Please no, I really–Kya!"

She yelled as her short nightdress was pulled all the way above her breast, revealing cute animal-print underwear she probably wore at home.

Hugo chuckled and groped her breast, molding it to different shapes. "Still not gonna talk?"

"Kyaaa! No—I— Ah~!"

Officer Hugo’s large calloused hands crawled along her soft skin, making her moan and sob at the same time, and her body arched when his hand reached her nether regions, fingers sneaking underneath the bottom of her panties.

"What—" she gasped at the unexpected intrusion. "What are you doing! Ha… ah!!!"

Kaize leaned down and kissed the side of her cheeks, telling her to calm down and just tell them what they wanted to hear. "Just tell us and this will all be over."

She sobbed, "But I’m telling the truth!" She squealed as Hugo added a finger, his palm skilfully adding pressure on her clit.

She squirmed in both pleasure and fear, and her silence seemed to have annoyed the dark-skinned officer.

He suddenly ripped her panties apart and he opened her legs, plunging into her, ramming without care.

"Ohhhh! Ahhhh! Ah! Ah!"

While she was being ’punished’ down below, Kaize was gently looking at her. "Please tell us about the suspect."

She shook her head, and she was just skewered faster and harder in response.

The men’s breaths were heavy as they watched the women bounce along the movements, sobbing in pleasure and fear, but very very wet.

Good Cop Kaize couldn’t help but grope the other misbehaving breast. He leaned down and licked her sensitive ears, whispering, "Tell us, Miss Khalifa, and it will be all over."

They had forgotten the reflective mirror on one side was a one-way mirror, and it so happened that someone was watching on the other side.