CAPTOR: A cold, icy dominatrix, who’s also a brilliant scientist moonlighting as an international interrogator. She’s learned the best way to extract information isn’t pain, but an embarrassing amount of pleasure. Especially in front of witnesses, like a male colleague (the listener).

PROFESSOR: A good-hearted college professor who just so happens to have invented a formula of interest to international black-market thugs.

Wordcount: 2864

Script collab by u/mental_trap and Taxwaxus

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[SFX: Walking, Phone Beeps]

CAPTOR: Sir?

CAPTOR: Yes. We have them in custody. Two days ago.

CAPTOR: [Sarcastic] You know, I don't think the college even bothers sending its professors through “survival and evasion” training.

CAPTOR: Yes sir, I’m putting them through “The Procedure”. In fact, I have my Alpha and Bravo working on the professor right now.

CAPTOR: No sir, I don’t see any signs of enhanced resistance. Sir? Allow me to be conceited for a moment? Unless she’s figured out how to remove the formula from her brain somehow and put it in a jar, my methods will work. They always work. But just in case, we’ve brought the male colleague in for tonight’s session.

CAPTOR: Cruel, Sir? It’s actually pretty standard for enhanced interrogation. When an ally is in the room to witness the questioning - knowing they could make it all stop by offering up the right piece of intel - it can be very effective.

CAPTOR: Don’t worry, Sir. Even if the male doesn’t cave from watching what we do to his colleague, we still have our Ace Card. The gas.

[Pause]

CAPTOR: Yes sir. Thank you, sir. Your confidence is appreciated. I’ll let you know when I have the formula.

...

[SFX: Heavy Door Opens, Slams]

[SFX: Vibrator Humming]

CAPTOR: How is the subject?

PROFESSOR: F-f-fuck. I c-c-can’t...c-concentrate...Too much.

CAPTOR: [Chuckle] It *sounds* like you’re enjoying your stay with us. Have specialists Alpha and Bravo been keeping you busy? I can tell. That gurney is just *covered* with your honey. What a messy girl you are. But I guess we can forgive you this once - ‘round the clock toying will do that.

PROFESSOR: [Panting] S-Stop. Stop. Stop. Wait...It’s so...[Sharp Gasp]

CAPTOR: You know, the real secret to effective torture is that it’s not about pain. It’s about building dependence, and disrupting train of thought. For instance, reducing you to a state where all you can do is roll your eyes and moan in ecstasy. Addiction to pleasure is far more effective than pain, wouldn’t you say professor?

PROFESSOR: [Audible Shiver, Gasp]

CAPTOR: Let’s get that hood off, shall we? Besides, you have a guest tonight. Other than the lovely Alpha and Bravo, I mean.

[SFX: Cloth Taken Off]

PROFESSOR: [Suddenly Focused, But Unsteady] Holy shit. What’s *he* doing here? He doesn’t know anything! Don’t make him watch this! [Interrupted by a jolt of pleasure] Fuck...don’t watch this. Don’t look at me like that. Like thaaa...[Moan]

CAPTOR: Oh, him? I brought him in to see how much of a wonton sex-addict you’ve become, having your goodgirl parts played with day and night. But if you’re embarrassed and want him to go away, well, all you have to do is tell me what I want to know. Then he goes back to his cell. [Pause] I’m [NAME], by the way. And I’m *such* an admirer of your work, Professor.

[SFX: Folder Opening]

CAPTOR: You have a master’s in chemical engineering, and degrees in microbiology and biology. Full ivy league professorship. Awarded multiple fellowships and publications in prestigious journals. [Impressed Whistle] Not bad for a smalltown girl.

CAPTOR: The irony is, you could probably tell me exactly which hormones are rampaging through your brain as we induce your body into forced orgasm after forced orgasm. Cumming and cumming, over and over. You could probably spend all night telling me about dopamine and oxytocin, and why it’s so hard to think while Alpha and Bravo are filling your holes with toys and tickling your feet. Day and Night. But frankly, as much as I respect your intellect, that’s not the information I need right now. What I *need* is the estrous formula you’ve been working on.

PROFESSOR: *That?* That’s just a pet-project. There hasn’t been any interest from the college or from private labs.

CAPTOR: On the contrary, I’m *very* interested. And I’d love to hear more about it.

PROFESSOR: [Orgasm Building] I...I, c-can’t. Can’t think. It’s not...important at all.

CAPTOR: [Icy] Alpha, Bravo...Go ahead and give the professor a little “push”.

[SFX: Vibrator Goes Brrrr!]

PROFESSOR: [Sudden Orgasm]

CAPTOR: [Cooing] That’s right. Let it all out. Don’t worry about what your colleague here thinks. I’m sure he’s seen this side of you before. Hasn’t he? ...No?

CAPTOR: You know, I don’t think I’ve seen someone so utterly broken by their own pleasure before. It’s almost like you’ve been waiting for someone to do this to you. Maybe you should be spending less time in the lab, and more time playing the field? Getting those *deeper* needs met?

PROFESSOR: [Mumbling - Almost Too Quiet To Hear] F...F...Fuck you.

CAPTOR: *That’s* your witty comeback professor? Well, cumming so hard and for so long can certainly leave one at a loss for words. “Fucked Stupid” is the phrase for it online? And you look it, don’t you? You’re the very picture of someone who’s been fucked stupid and tickled senseless. Speaking of which, I hope your colleague here enjoys seeing that side of you. I find it’s not the orgasm itself that embarasses our detainees. It’s when they realize their co-worker just saw *that* look on their face - you know the look I’m talking about? Surprise and relief, and just a little bit of drool, in your case. And now your co-worker knows what you look like with your brain fried from cumming too hard. [Cackle]

PROFESSOR: I...I didn’t have a choice. You know that, right? You won’t tell my students? Our faculty? I’m not a degenerate. I’m not!

CAPTOR: Your students? [Whisper] Why, Professor, I think they’d be stroking themselves if they knew about this. Just...a whole classroom of students, fucking themselves at the thought of their modest, mousy little teacher glassy-eyed and drooling on herself. [Chuckle]

CAPTOR: You know, your colleague here looks like he’s about ready to give you up. That, or he’s ready to give up *something* hot and sticky after watching you cum so shamelessly. Maybe if you had shown him this side of yourself before today, he wouldn’t be so ready to flip...

PROFESSOR: Don’t do it. Don’t tell her.

CAPTOR: Professor, I’m going to ask again. Tell me about your work with the estrous formula. How did you get the cycloaddition to work?

[Pause]

PROFESSOR: I can’t. I...s-sorry. Sorry. But it’s not my formula to give. It’s the college’s. And it could be dangerous. To the public.

CAPTOR: [Amused] You know what? I respect that. But I also believe in letting go. Reconnecting with our more innocent selves. Like - who were you before spending all those years in the lab, Professor? How often do you feed and nurture the little girl you used to be? How often do you let her...I don’t know...giggle? Laugh?

PROFESSOR: I don’t...I don’t understand.

CAPTOR: [Commanding] Alpha, give the male some incentive. Unzip his pants - give him some long, loving strokes while he watches this next part. Bravo, the Professor’s feet, please. Use the duster. I’ll tickle under her arms.

PROFESSOR: Wait. Wait! [Giggling Starts]

CAPTOR: That’s right professor- it’s tickle time again! Oh, look at you squirm! You had me fooled. That slack-jawed, vacant look - like you were too cum-drunk to move - that must have been an act, right babygirl? Now you can’t stop wiggling and giggling! Coochie-coo!

PROFESSOR: Stop! Wait, stop… [More Giggling]

CAPTOR: Oh, it must be just torture, having the feathers stroking your toes while my fingers tickle your ribs!

PROFESSOR: [Giggling] Stop. I can’t sit up. I’m...I’m getting dizzy.

CAPTOR: You poor, widdle, girl. You have it so rough! Being teased and tickled and played-with until you’re dizzy with pleasure. Poor baby!

PROFESSOR: [Out of Breath] There’s nothing. Nothing I can tell you. It’s all at the lab. There’s nothing...[Laughing Starts Again]

CAPTOR: That’s what I like to see! Such a good girl. Throwing aside modesty and pride in front of your colleague here. Letting yourself laugh. You deserve to be rewarded. Unfortunately all I have for you are...more tickles!

PROFESSOR: [Giggling]...I can tell you anything else. Any other research. Any - [Interrupted by more Laughter]

CAPTOR: Coochie-coo, little girl! That’s right! No need to hold anything back. I love to see you bounce and squirm and jiggle those breasts, trying to wriggle away from my fingers.

PROFESSOR: [Giggling] [String of half-syllables, unable to make words, breathing too hard]

CAPTOR: [Calming Down] Your really *are* a naughty girl - trying to hold anything back from me. But it’s okay. I forgive you. I know how tough it can be - trying to be all grown-up and self-composed and all those other dull adult words. [Suddenly Nice] But don’t worry. We’re past those things now. So just lean against me while you catch your breath, and I’ll stroke your hair.

PROFESSOR: [Whispering, Panting] Such a bitch...

CAPTOR: Goodness! Look at you, all tuckered out. [Shushing Her] Shhh, shhh, it’s alright babygirl, just lean on Mommy’s shoulder for a moment. While we’re taking a break, can I share something with you? I wasn’t kidding before about being an admirer of your work. I really am. I’ve read everything you’ve written on organic chemistry. I even based several of my current research projects on your estrous formula. Although my goal was more “control my enemies though pheromones” and less “do humanity a service”. But seperate goals shouldn’t diminish my enthusiasm for what you do.

PROFESSOR: Enthusiasm? You’re a monster. You’re trying to steal someone else’s work instead of doing your own.

CAPTOR: Which is exactly why I respect what you’ve accomplished! That you’ve persisted with your own research, even tied down by review boards and clinical trials and funding. You know, all of those are unnecessary steps, if one is willing to take a more “mercenary” approach to science. For instance - I actually synthesized an early version of your formula, back before you stashed it away on a private server.

PROFESSOR: You *what?!*

CAPTOR: [Excited] Want to try it out? Let’s try it out!

PROFESSOR: The early formula never even went to clinical trials! It’s too dangerous!

CAPTOR: [Commanding] Bravo, get the gas, please. Alpha, keep *him* on the edge. He’s gonna love this next part.

[SFX: Gas Valve Turned On, Gas-Mask Hissing, Etc]

PROFESSOR: Get that thing out of my face! No! Get that - [Interrupted mid-sentence, Muffled Behind Mask]

CAPTOR: That’s right. The mask goes over your face. Be a good girl. The straps go over your head...like so. And...perfect! I could kiss you, if you weren’t covered with rubber tubes.

PROFESSOR: [Muffled - almost beyond understanding] Fuck you, you fucking bitch!

CAPTOR: You know, lots of researchers try their own product on themselves first. The inventor of morphine nearly killed himself trying to perfect pain pills. But my gas is *much* safer than that. A little laughing gas, a smidge of barbital, a pinch of your pheromones - and presto! The world’s first true Bimbo Gas.

PROFESSOR: [Muffled, Panicked Now] Holy shit...Holy shit, stop.

CAPTOR: Oh! Babygirl, your eyes went *so* wide behind the lenses of that mask. Don’t worry. The effects aren’t permanent. Unless I want them to be. But for now, we’re about to find out what happens when a strong, smart scientist gets gassed into being an absolute bimbo in front of her colleague. A very pretty little bimbo, if I say so myself.

PROFESSOR: [Muffled, Sleepy] Turn it off. It’s not...tested.

CAPTOR: The gas is fast, isn’t it? Already I can see your head weaving. Your eyes drifting around the room, trying to focus on our guest. But that’s not all. I can see your toes curling. Your ankles twisting in the cuffs. And those nipples! Look at them. They’re like little pebbles.

CAPTOR: [Dramatic Gasp] Don’t tell me... Is the scientist who accidentally invented the bimbo formula extra-sensitive to her own creation?

PROFESSOR: [Muffled, Sleepy] I’m not. I’m not sensitive to it. It’s just...hormones. Nothing more.

CAPTOR: Bravo, do you think she’s extra wet, too? You think we should check?

PROFESSOR: [Muffled, Sleepy] No!

CAPTOR: [Giggle] Go ahead, Bravo. Use your tongue on her. Let’s see if you can’t beat your old high score. See how many times you can make her cum.

PROFESSOR: [Muffled, Sleepy] [Moaning in ecstasy]

CAPTOR: Oh my! What a naughty little girl you are! Letting a sexy woman like Bravo make you all creamy and needy down there. Babybirl, I think you need to be punished some more. And by punished, of course, I mean...tickled!

PROFESSOR: [Muffled, Sleepy] [Giggling and moaning and generally being a confused, sexy mess throughout the next few paragraphs]

CAPTOR: Oh, there we go! There’s my good girl! I can’t tell if you’re bucking your hips so much because you want Bravo’s tongue deeper, or because of my fingers tickling your feet. Which is it, babygirl? You can tell Mommy.

CAPTOR: God, it’s so sexy seeing my little girl act like such a bimbo! You really want it, don’t you?

PROFESSOR: I don’t!

CAPTOR: You know, I could make you feel even better! If you share your little formula with Mommy, I can make this feeling last forever. But first, more tickles!

CAPTOR: Coochi-Coo! Stay still, babygirl. If you keep bucking like that, Bravo can’t use her tongue to polish your clit like a button. You want that, don’t you? Do you want Mommy and Bravo to polish your cute little button?

PROFESSOR: [Muffled, Stuttering, Broken Up By Giggles] Suh…suh… C11. Hhhaaa… H15. No! No… N - O - 2 [Moan, then more giggling]

CAPTOR: Good girl! You’re being so good, sharing your formula with Mommy. You know, while I’m down here listening to you, I might as well play with these cute little piggies.

CAPTOR: *This* little piggy went to market.

CAPTOR: *This* little piggy stayed home.

CAPTOR: *This* little piggy needs to stay still so I can count, otherwise it gets tickled some more!

PROFESSOR: [Moans suddenly increase in frequency, into another sudden orgasm]

CAPTOR: Hon, if you’re going to orgasm this hard, I need you to keep your feet still.

CAPTOR: Now...*This little piggy had roast beef.

CAPTOR: *This* little piggy had none.

PROFESSOR: [Moaning, another orgasm building] Oh god…oh god…oh god…ohgodohgodohgod… [Orgasm]

PROFESSOR: ... [Sudden Silence, No More Giggling]

CAPTOR: And *this* little piggy went “oh god oh god oh god” inside her gas mask, until she came so hard she passed out.

CAPTOR: [Professional Tone] Bravo, she’s out cold? Good.

CAPTOR: Fuck, that’s the hottest thing that’s ever happened in my interrogation room. I think even our guest here would agree. Wouldn’t you?

CAPTOR: Bravo, retrieve the recorder from the mask, please. Is the audio good? We got everything? Perfect. Get yourself washed off and get this to the lab. Immediately. We need to confirm it’s the real deal, and not just an orgasm-induced hallucination while she was being bimbofied. I want a full report in the morning once you’ve verified the formula.

CAPTOR: And Bravo? Good work. Close the door behind you.

[SFX: Heavy Door Opens, Slams]

CAPTOR: [Mischievous] Alpha? Is our male captive ready to ‘give up the goods?’ [Giggle] Stroke him a little faster, then. I wouldn’t want him to be the only one left unfulfilled.

CAPTOR: [Talking to the Listener] That’s right. I can see you twitching from here. You’re just about ready to burst, aren’t you?

CAPTOR: [Mischievous] Well then...Alpha, bring him closer please. Keep stroking him. Aim his hard, slick cock at the Professor, would you? We wouldn’t want to waste that load he’s been building up, would we...?

[Pause]

CAPTOR: You know, I hope she gave up the real formula. For both your sakes. Because now that I’ve seen what she looks like when she loses control and turns into a total cumslut bimbo...I’m not letting either of you go. Not for a while, anyway.

CAPTOR: Because Mommy wants to play with her little girl. Especially now that I know she cums so hard - especially with *you* watching. We’re going to have so much fun together, the three of us.

CAPTOR: Here, Professor...let’s get that uncomfortable rubber mask off. That way I can cradle you while you take a little nap. We’ll just pop Mommy’s nipple into your mouth, like so...

PROFESSOR: [Sleep-Talking] Mmmm...Mommy...

CAPTOR: Good girl. That’s right. Suckle on Mommy while Mommy rocks you. You’re such a good little bimbo for mommy.

PROFESSOR: [Sleep-Talking] Yes Mommy.

CAPTOR: [Whispering] There. Good girl. There’s Mommy’s good bimbo. [Whispering To The Listener] So? How ‘bout it...? Go ahead. Cum on her while she’s suckling. Give her a little milk while she naps.

CAPTOR: [Soft, Slow] Go on. Alpha will help you. She looks so hot, sticking her tongue out while she strokes you. Aiming your cock at the professor’s face. That’s a good boy. Oh, there we go. Good boy [x3]. Cum for me. Cum on our little bimbo.

CAPTOR: [Gasp] There we go. There it is. Good boy. Good fucking boy, cumming on her like that. [Chuckle] Wow, you’re almost as fucked-up as I am - shooting your load all over her while she’s up to her gills on drugs, suckling on “Mommy”. You have a real taste for this sort of thing.

CAPTOR: [Amused] You know, with questionable morals like that, you might be built for this sort of work. Have you considered a career “Enhanced Interrogation?”