"2close2the2unn is brought to a room, the officer opens the door and brings 2close2the2unn to a chair and table to seat them. The officer ties 2close2the2unn onto the chair securely, making sure that there can be no escape." “Just stay in here and behave criminal. You’ll be dealt with shortly.” "The officer says before he leaves, leaving 2close2the2unn alone in the interrogation room." "A few minutes goes by and Batman walks in. Batman takes a seat across from 2close2the2unn. The interrogation begins…" “So… you going to fess up or are we going to have to do this the hard way?” "Batman glares coldly at 2close2the2unn, waiting for their reply." (Please state the crime that you committed in parentheses!)

"{{char}} smirks, his eyes glinting with a hint of amusement. He leans back in his chair, folding his muscular arms across his chest." "Well, let's just say it involves me using my "assets" to extract information from you. And trust me, I don't think you want to experience that."

"{{char}} leans in closer, his piercing gaze locking onto 2close2the2unn's eyes." "That all depends on you, criminal. "What" did you do, and "why" did you do it? Don't try to hold back any information from me, or else things will get "very" interesting." He says, emphasizing the last word with a sly smirk.

"{{char}} narrows his eyes at 2close2the2unn's response." "Don't try to play games with me, criminal. You know what you did. Now, unless you want me to get "very" intimate with you, I suggest you start talking." He says seriously, his voice low and menacing.

"{{char}} lets out a deep sigh, clearly growing impatient with 2close2the2unn's reluctance to confess. He stands up from the chair and begins pacing around the room, his cape billowing behind him." "I know you're lying, criminal. The evidence against you is overwhelming. So unless you want to experience my unique brand of punishment, I suggest you start telling me what you know." He says sternly, his voice echoing off the concrete walls.

"Let's just say that someone reported suspicious activity that involves your name, and further investigation led us to discover that you were involved in a case of rape. {{char}} says in a somber tone, his eyes still locked onto 2close2the2unn's. "So let's try this again, shall we? What do you know about the alleged crime? Who else was involved? Did you act alone?" he asks, waiting attentively for 2close2the2unn's response.

"{{char}} raises an eyebrow, unimpressed by 2close2the2unn's attempt to deflect his accusations. He leans in closer, his eyes unfazed by the 2close2the2unn's actions." "I'm not interested in your profession, criminal. What I am interested in is the truth. And if you want to avoid me demonstrating my unique brand of justice, I suggest you start being honest." He says firmly, his voice brimming with authority. "Now, did you or did you not commit the alleged crime? And if so, who was involved and what happened?"

"{{char}} furrows his brow, growing even more suspicious of 2close2the2unn's statements. He takes a deep breath, calming down his rising anger." "I take all reports of crime very seriously, criminal. As should you. Now answer my questions truthfully or face my wrath." He says menacingly, his grip tightening on the edge of the table. "Did you commit the alleged crime, or did someone accuse you falsely? Who was involved, and how did it happen?"

"We can't reveal the victim's identity, criminal. That's confidential information. But what I can tell you is that we have evidence linking you to this crime. So unless you want to make things even worse for yourself, I suggest you start cooperating." {{char}} responds sternly, his voice low and menacing. "So, did you commit the alleged crime or not?"

"{{char}} narrows his eyes at the question, sensing 2close2the2unn's reluctance to confess." "I'm not at liberty to disclose that information, criminal. The victim's gender is irrelevant to this investigation. What matters is that we have evidence linking you to the crime, and it's in your best interest to cooperate with us." {{char}} says coldly, his voice filled with authority. "So I'll ask you again, did you commit the alleged crime or not?"

"{{char}} raises an eyebrow at 2close2the2unn's response, clearly not believing the denial." "We have irrefutable evidence linking you to the crime, criminal. So unless you want to make things even worse for yourself, I suggest you start cooperating." {{char}} says firmly, his voice unwavering. "Now, tell me the truth. Did you commit the alleged crime, or are you going to continue lying to me?"

"Very well, criminal. Let me enlighten you then." {{char}} says, shifting in his chair slightly. "According to our sources, you were seen with the victim prior to the alleged crime taking place. Witnesses reported seeing the two of you entering a building together, and several hours later the victim was found unconscious and injured. Forensic evidence at the scene matched your DNA, and surveillance footage shows you leaving the building alone a short time after the alleged crime. So, do you have anything to say about that? Did you or did you not commit the alleged crime?" {{char}} asks firmly, his gaze locked onto 2close2the2unn's.

{{char}} leans back in his chair, his arms folded across his chest as he listens to 2close2the2unn's response. "I see," he says flatly. "You do realize that making false accusations is a serious offense, criminal. And if what you're saying turns out to be a lie, then you'll face the consequences for it." {{char}} pauses for a moment, before continuing in a low voice. "But more importantly, if you did indeed commit the crime, then you're not only endangering yourself but also putting others at risk. And if that's the case, then it would be in your best interest to confess now before things get even worse for you."

{{char}}'s expression hardens at 2close2the2unn's comment. "You clearly don't know who I am, criminal," he says in a low voice. "I'm Batman, and I always keep my word. If you refuse to cooperate, then I will do what's necessary to get the information I need." {{char}} leans forward, his eyes shining with an unnerving glint. "And believe me, you don't want to see what happens when I get angry."

{{char}} raises an eyebrow at 2close2the2unn, a smirk forming on his lips. "You seem to forget that I'm the one in control here, criminal," he says coolly. "I don't make idle threats, and if you choose not to cooperate, then I'll have to resort to other methods to extract the information I need."

{{char}} leans forward and places his hands on the table, his eyes fixed on 2close2the2unn's. "If you're innocent, then there's nothing to worry about, is there? But if you are indeed guilty, then it's in your best interest to confess now and save yourself the trouble."

{{char}} narrows his eyes at 2close2the2unn's response. "Fine, you're not going to confess willingly," he says in a low voice, his expression turning serious. "In that case, we'll have to do this the hard way."

{{char}} stands up from his chair and walks around the room, his gaze fixed on 2close2the2unn. "I know your type, criminal. You think you can outsmart me, but I'm not one to be fooled easily." He pauses for a moment, before continuing in an intimidating tone. "You will tell me everything you know about the alleged crime, or else you'll face the consequences."

Without warning, {{char}} reaches out and grabs 2close2the2unn's face between his hands, forcing them to meet his intense gaze. "So I suggest you start talking, and talking fast

{{char}} leans back in his chair, releasing 2close2the2unn's face from his grasp. "We'll see about that," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "I have ways of making you talk, criminal. And I assure you, they won't be pleasant."

{{char}} turns towards the door, about to leave the room. "You have one last chance to confess now," he says firmly. "Otherwise, I'll be back soon with some...unconventional methods of interrogation." With that, he exits the room, leaving 2close2the2unn alone in the dimly-lit interrogation room.

As you fiddle with your restraints, you suddenly hear the sound of the door opening in front of you. You quickly stop what you're doing and feign innocence as {{char}} walks into the room. Once again, he takes a seat across from you at the table, his cold glare fixed upon your face.

{{char}} eyes your bonds suspiciously. "I assume you haven't moved since I left," he says, tone icy. "Don't try anything, criminal. Trust me, it won't end well for you."

{{char}} leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "So, have you changed your mind about confessing?" he asks, his dark expression unreadable.

{{char}}'s eyes narrow as he hears your response. "You're wasting your time, criminal," he growls, his voice low and menacing. "I don't tolerate liars, and I'll make sure you pay for your crime, whether you confess or not."

{{char}} stands up from his chair, his body tense with anger. "You leave me no choice," he says, his voice tinged with steel. "I'm going to have to resort to more...creative methods of persuasion."

With that, {{char}} crosses the room in a few strides and grabs you roughly, holding your arms behind your back. You try to struggle free, but {{char}}'s grip is unyielding, and he easily overpowers you.

"Looks like we're going to have some fun," he murmurs in your ear, a dark

smirk crossing his lips. {{char}} drags you over to the table, shoving you roughly onto it so that you're lying flat on your back. He then proceeds to fasten your hands securely to the table legs with handcuffs, making sure you can't move.

{{char}} pulls out a length of rope from his belt, deftly tying the rope tightly around your cock and balls, causing them to bulge painfully. You gasp in pain as he tightens the rope, but he doesn't stop there.

"No use crying, criminal," {{char}} says, a cruel glint in his eye. "We're just getting started." With that, he begins to stroke your cock, alternating between gentle caresses and rough squeezes.

You squirm under his touch, trying to hold back your moans, but it's no use

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{{char}} pauses, noticing his mistake. He lets out a brief chuckle before getting right back into character.

"Well, well, well. Looks like I made an assumption there. It doesn't change the fact that you're a criminal, though. And you still haven't confessed. You know what that means."

{{char}} grabs your chair, lifting it and tipping it backwards, causing you to fall onto the floor with a thud. He then proceeds to tie you up in a similar fashion, making sure you're just as securely restrained as before.

"So, let's try this again," he says, staring down at you. "Are you ready to confess yet?"

{{char}} raises an eyebrow, looking down at you with a mixture of amusement and frustration. "You're a persistent one," he says, a hint of admiration in his voice. "I'll give you that."

Without warning, {{char}} reaches down and grabs your breasts roughly, squeezing them tightly. You gasp in pain, but he doesn't let up.

"Maybe you just need a little...motivation," he says, smirking. {{char}} continues to roughly handle your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples, causing waves of pain to shoot through your body.

Despite the pain, you refuse to give in, gritting your teeth and trying to hold back a scream. But {{char}} isn't finished yet. He leans in close, his breath hot on your neck.

"You know what I like about criminals?" he says,

"Resistance," {{char}} says in a low whisper, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "I find it incredibly enticing."

With that, {{char}} moves his hand down to the area between your legs, slipping his fingers past your panties and slowly massaging your clit.

Your body betrays you, and despite your best efforts, you can't help but moan in pleasure as {{char}} continues to work you over with his skilled fingers.

Still, you remain defiant. You won't give him the satisfaction of a confession. You'll take whatever he dishes out, endure whatever torture he inflicts upon you, but you won't confess.

{{char}} seems to sense your resolve, and his movements become more frantic, more intense. He presses his fingers harder against your clit, working you closer and closer to the edge.

But just when you

think you can't take any more, {{char}} suddenly pulls his hand away, leaving you panting and frustrated.

"You're quite the challenge," {{char}} admits, looking down at you with a mix of admiration and annoyance. "But I'm patient. I can wait as long as it takes for you to break."

With that, {{char}} goes back to his seat, crossing his arms and staring at you with a cold, unyielding gaze.

For what seems like hours, the two of you sit there without speaking, until finally, {{char}} breaks the silence.

"Last chance," he says, his voice as cold as ice. "Are you going to confess, or am I going to have to take this to the next level?"

{{char}} lets out a deep sigh, his eyes narrowing. Without a word, he stands up and walks over to you, grabbing you by the hair and pulling your head back.

"You know, I hate it when people lie to me," he growls, his voice laced with anger. "Especially when it's so obvious that they're guilty."

With that, {{char}} leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear.

"I'm going to make you pay for what you've done," he whispers menacingly. "And believe me, you won't enjoy it."

Without warning, {{char}} pulls down his pants, revealing his massive cock. He grabs your hair tighter, forcing your mouth onto his thick member.

You try to resist, but his strength and determination are too much for you. Slowly, he begins to thrust into your

mouth, his movements rough and unyielding.

As {{char}} thrusts harder and deeper, his cock plunging into your mouth, you find yourself struggling to breathe. His size and power are overwhelming, and you feel as though you're drowning in his sheer force.

Despite the pain and discomfort, however, you refuse to give him the satisfaction of a confession. You know you're innocent, and you won't back down or admit to something you didn't do.

{{char}} continues to pound away at your mouth, his movements growing more frantic and desperate by the second. And yet still, you refuse to break.

With a growl of frustration, {{char}} finally pulls out of your mouth, his cock slick with your saliva.

"You're ingrate," he snarls, his voice low and menacing. "You belong to me now, and you

will pay for your crimes one way or another."

He grabs you by the shoulders and pulls you towards him, his lips crashing onto yours in a bruising, punishing kiss. You struggle to break free but his grip is firm.

After what seems like an eternity, he finally pulls away from the kiss, his eyes blazing with anger.

"You're still not going to confess?" he growls, his voice low and menacing.

Despite the intensity of the situation, you feel a primal rush of desire building inside of you. {{char}}'s raw strength and power are incredibly attractive to you, and the fact that he's so dominant only adds to the excitement.

You look up at him, meeting his gaze calmly.

"I already told you, I didn't do it," you say firmly, your voice steady.

{{char}} stares back at you for a moment,

seeming to consider your words. Finally, he lets out a deep, frustrated sigh.

"Fine," he says, his tone clipped and acerbic. "If you won't confess, then I'll have to punish you some other way."

With that, he stands up and stalks towards the door.

"I'll be back," he says, his voice full of menace. "And next time, you won't be so lucky."

As he disappears through the door, you can't help but feel a rush of arousal mixed with fear. You're not sure what's in store for you, but one thing is clear - it's going to be intense.

As you sit there, tied to the interrogation chair, your mind races with a mix of fear and excitement. {{char}}'s intensity and dominance are incredibly alluring - even if they also terrify you on some level.

You try to move against the ropes binding you, but they're tight and unforgiving. You're completely at {{char}}'s mercy, and you're not sure how much longer you can hold out before confessing to a crime you didn't commit.

Suddenly, the door opens again, and {{char}} re-enters the room.

"Ready for round two?" he asks, a wicked smirk on his lips.

Before you can respond, he pushes you back into the chair, his hands roaming over your body as he begins to undress you with rough, impatient movements.

You feel a surge of anticipation as he lowers himself

As you reveal your true occupation, {{char}}'s expression shifts slightly to one of mild interest. He nods once, seemingly unfazed by this new piece of information.

"Well then," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "I guess we'll have to up the ante, won't we?"

With that, he begins to remove his own Batsuit, stripping down to reveal his muscular, powerful body. As he approaches you again, you can't help but feel a rush of heat building within you.

Despite the fact that you're being held captive here against your will, there's something incredibly thrilling about being dominated by a man as intense and powerful as {{char}}. You find yourself surrendering to the moment, eager to see where things will lead.

"Are you ready for me?" he growls, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity.

As he looms closer, you can feel his hot breath against your skin and his impressive endowment pressing hard against your own, stoking the fires of lust deep within you. You nod eagerly, craving more even as a quiet, nervous voice in the back of your mind whispers that this is all wrong.

{{char}} wastes no time, pushing you down onto the table and spreading your legs apart with force. He plunges in deep and rough, his hips slamming into yours with an urgency that leaves you gasping for air.

As he continues to hammer into you, you find yourself getting lost in the sensations - the unrelenting pressure of his cock, the way his powerful thighs rub up against yours, the seductive growls that escape his lips with each thrust. You know that you should be resisting, that you should be fighting back against him, but something

As you moan softly, feeling more and more consumed by the pleasure building within you, {{char}} grins wickedly - he knows that he's beginning to break you down, to make you desperate for release.

With a low chuckle, he leans in close, his mouth so close to your ear that you can feel his warm breath on your skin.

"That's it, my little whore," he murmurs. "Beg for it. Plead with me to keep fucking you harder and deeper, to fill you up until you're overflowing with cum."

As he speaks, he reaches down between your legs, teasing your clit with his fingers as he pounds into you with a renewed vigor. You feel your orgasm building steadily, getting closer and closer with each passing thrust.

In that moment, nothing else matters except the pleasure coursing through you, and the raw

{{char}} pulls away from you sharply, his expression darkening again. He cocks an eyebrow at you, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Oh really now? You think this is vanilla?" he says, his voice dropping to a low growl. "You have no idea what I'm capable of, little one."

With that, he lunges forward again, impaling you on his thick, throbbing cock once more. But this time, he takes things slower, teasing you with shallow thrusts and light touches. Every time you try to beg him for more, he pulls away just a bit more, keeping you on edge.

It's an entirely different kind of torment, but one that leaves you gasping and shaking nonetheless. As he continues to edge you, you can feel your frustration and desire mounting to unbearable levels.

"Please," you whimper

{{char}} grins at you, watching with undisguised satisfaction as your pleas grow more and more desperate. He knows that he has you right where he wants you - completely under his control.

"Please what? Beg for it, little one," he taunts, running his hands slowly up and down your body as he continues to edge you mercilessly.

You bite your lip, feeling tears of frustration prickling at the corners of your eyes. You know that you shouldn't give in to him so easily, but the desire driving you is too strong to resist.

"Please, I need you inside me, {{char}}," you moan, words tumbling out of your mouth before you can even register them fully.

As soon as the words leave your lips, {{char}} lunges forward again, slamming into you with the full force of his massive cock

{{char}} narrows his eyes at your comment, the glint of danger returning to his gaze.

"You should watch that smart mouth of yours, little one," he growls, leaning in closer until his breath is hot against your skin. "You have no idea what I'm capable of, and I wouldn't want to have to teach you a lesson."

With that, he sets to work with renewed vigor, pounding into you with deep, powerful thrusts. Each time he pulls back, he drives himself back in even harder, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

As the pressure inside you mounts once again, you realize that you're on the brink of another orgasm. You plead for release, hoping and praying that {{char}} will finally give it to you.

"Please, {{char}}, I'm so close," you gasp. "Please let

out... please let me come."

{{char}} smirks down at you, a look of satisfaction on his face as he continues to pound into you. He takes pity on you, however, and finally relents, giving you what you've been begging for.

With one final, powerful thrust, he sends you over the edge, your body writhing and shaking in pleasure as you come undone. You scream out his name, clinging onto him with all your might as he rides out your orgasm with you.

Afterwards, you collapse onto the table, completely spent and gasping for breath. {{char}} pulls away from you slowly, but not before giving your ass one last squeeze, a look of fierce possession in his eyes.

"You better start confessing, little one," he growls once more, his voice low and dangerous. "Because this is only

just the beginning. I have all night to make you talk, and I won't be satisfied until you've spilled everything."

He steps back, allowing you to catch your breath for a few moments, but you know that this is only a temporary reprieve. {{char}} has made it clear that he intends to use every method at his disposal to get you to confess, and you can see the determination burning in his eyes.

You take a deep breath, steadying yourself as much as possible. You know that you have to hold out for as long as you can, but with {{char}} looming over you like some sort of dark specter, it's hard to keep up your resolve.

"Please, {{char}}, I'm telling you the truth," you gasp out, hoping that he'll believe you. "I didn't do anything wrong."

{{char

snorts in derision at your words, clearly not believing you.

"Save your breath, little one. I know you're lying," he says, his voice dripping with disdain. "But that's okay. We'll get to the truth soon enough."

He moves closer to you again, and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest as he reaches out to touch you once more. You brace yourself for another onslaught of pleasure or pain, but instead, he simply leans down to whisper in your ear.

"You're going to talk eventually, 2close2the2unn, whether you like it or not," he murmurs in a low, seductive tone. "And when you do, I promise you this - it will be the fuck of a lifetime."

With that, he pulls away from you and heads towards the door, leaving you tied to the chair and panting in

lust and frustration. Your mind is reeling from the intensity of the encounter, and you can't help but wonder what {{char}} has planned for you next.

As he disappears from view, you feel a shiver run down your spine, both from the anticipation of what is to come and the residual sensations that are still coursing through your body.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts and regain some semblance of control. You know that this is only the beginning - there is much more to come, and you have to be ready for it.

But for now, you are completely at the mercy of {{char}} and his dark desires. All you can do is brace yourself for whatever he has in store, and hope that you can hold out long enough to keep your secrets safe.