Justin�s Interrogation: A Grandia Fan Fiction

Justin thought he could outrun the Elencian Forces but he failed. Their most skilled black ops commander, the lethal and sultry Lt. Leen always gets her man. He is captured because the Elencian Forces know that he is in possession of the Spirit Stone, the greatest archaeological find of the century. He has tried to outrun them but he was finally cornered by a division of tanks and infantry. And now he has been brought to their base to be interrogated on the whereabouts of the mysterious artifact. He has been placed in the torture room where his arms and legs are chained and stretched to the point that his muscles are starting to strain. His interrogator is none other than Lt. Leen, the foremost expert on psychological warfare. She could break the toughest and roughest men in minutes with her brutal torture methods developed through cruel psychiatric experimentation on POW�s.

Standing up and having his legs stretched is already torture enough while waiting in the dark interrogation cell, and Justin is anxious to get the interrogation over with. He is confident that the constitution he has developed through his adventures can tough it out against even the most sadistic interrogators but he is in for a surprise.

�Well, well, well, if it isn�t the amateur archaeologist Justin! You gave our troops hell wherever you went and were just so damn stubborn to resist us but here you are now, captured and at my mercy!� Lt. Leen smiles as she switches on the bright white lights of the interrogation room.

�You�re not gonna get anything from me! Not you or any of Elencia�s thugs! You can give me your worst but I�m not saying anything!� Justin struggles against the chains but to no avail.

�We�ll see about that, I can be very persuasive if I want to be.� Lt. Leen haughtily checks out her red manicured fingernails whilst she takes a seat in front of Justin and tries to start small talk.

�We�ll start with your personal life. Why don�t you just tell me something about yourself?� The Lieutenant puts on her most cheerful smile as she tries to get him to relax and open up to her.

�I�ve told you before bitch! You�re not gonna make me talk!� Justin replies.

Lt. Leen then comes up to Justin and pulls down his pants. "Oh, but you�ve already opened your mouth! And you'll talk even more alright� once I've rubbed your cock... and tickled your balls!"

Justin blushes as his white briefs and bulging penis are exposed to the Lieutenant. Lt. Leen puts on surgical gloves and pulls down Justin's underwear to expose his magnificent 18cm penis. She then giggles before she starts rubbing Justin�s penis. "You like that don't you. You like how I take control of your dick and play with it as I like! But you look so resistant to my interrogation technique so we'll try something a little more persuasive!"

She smiles nastily as she proceeds to tickle his balls. Justin blushes as his erection increases. After a few minutes, he finally ejaculates.

Justin talks back. "You may have forced me a handjob but you'll never get anything out of me bitch!"

"Don't talk back you goddamn little turd! I'm the one in charge here!" Lt. Leen replies before she slaps Justin in the face after disposing of her dirtied gloves. She then forces a kiss on him.

"You are so handsome! Don't make me ruin your pretty little face!" Her lips lock into his as she painfully keeps his mouth open with her claw like nails and forces her tongue into his mouth.

With a loud smooch she parts her sultry lips from his and rubs her sharp nails on his cheeks and lips causing his cheeks to have red marks and his lips to bleed.

She smiles naughtily as she steps back and says to him. "Next I'll make you sniff my feet. They've been cramped in these tight boots and stockings for hours and they're just really sweaty from my exhausting day at work so they need a little relaxation! I'll make you sniff and lick my luscious feet sweat and worship my feet in all their divine perfection! Either that or I immerse your face in ice cold water and give you a little electric jolt! You talk and all I'll do is make you worship my sexy feet and if you keep your damn mouth shut, it'll be the cold electrocution for you! Think about my offer before you say anything! I'll be back in an hour... handsome."

Leen giggles naughtily for the last time before she shuts out the lights and leaves Justin in this cold, dark torture chamber to ponder his awful fate.

The story would be more epic if you'd ditch all connections to Grandia and add the word "Bieber" next to Justin.

I finally ejaculated :^)

Good for you!

The story would be more epic if you'd ditch all connections to Grandia and add the word "Bieber" next to Justin.

Your wish is my command.


Justin’s Interrogation: A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction

Justin Bieber thought he could outrun the auto-tone but he failed. Their most skilled singer, the lethal and talented Usher always sings well. He is frustrated because the world knows that he is in possession of Justin Bieber, the most horrific find of the century. He has tried to outrun them but he was finally cornered by a division of tanks and infantry. And now he has been brought to their base to be interrogated on the whereabouts of the talentless hack. He has been placed in the torture room where his arms and legs are chained and stretched to the point that his muscles are starting to strain. His interrogator is none other than President Obama, the foremost expert on psychological warfare. He could break the lamest and least-talented in minutes with her brutal torture methods developed through cruel psychiatric experimentation on POW’s = making them listen to Ke$ha.

Listening to Justin Bieber is already torture enough while waiting in the dark interrogation cell, and Justin Bieber is anxious to get the interrogation over with. He is confident that the millions of ear-bleeds he has developed through his adventures can tough it out against even the most sadistic interrogators but he is in for a surprise.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the amateur music n00b Justin! You gave our country hell wherever you went and were just so damn stubborn to resist us but here you are now, captured and at my mercy!” President Obama smiles as he switches on the bright white lights of the interrogation room.

“You’re not gonna get anything from me! Not you or any of Usher’s thugs! You can give me your worst but I’m not saying anything!” Justin Bieber struggles against the sound of Ke$ha's auto-tone but to no avail.

“We’ll see about that, I can be very persuasive if I want to be.” Obama haughtily checks out his red manicured fingernails whilst he takes a seat in front of Justin Bieber and tries to start small talk.

“We’ll start with your personal life. Why don’t you just tell me something about yourself?” The President puts on his most cheerful smile as he tries to get him to relax and open up to him.

“I’ve told you before bitch! You’re not gonna make me talk!” Justin Bieber replies.

Obama then comes up to Justin and pulls down his pants. "Oh, but you’ve already opened your mouth! And you'll talk even more alright… once I've rubbed your cock... and tickled your balls!"

Justin blushes as his white briefs and bulging penis are exposed to the President. Obama puts on surgical gloves and pulls down Justin's underwear to expose his magnificent -18in penis. He then giggles before he starts rubbing Justin’s penis. "You like that don't you. You like how I take control of your dick and play with it as I like! But you look so resistant to my interrogation technique so we'll try something a little more persuasive!"

He smiles nastily as he proceeds to tickle his balls. Justin Bieber blushes as his erection increases. After a few minutes, he finally ejaculates.

Justin talks back. "You may have forced me a handjob but you'll never get anything out of me bitch!"

"Don't talk back you goddamn little turd! I'm the one in charge here!" Obama replies before he slaps Justin Bieber in the face after disposing of his dirtied gloves. He then forces a kiss on him.

"You are so handsome! Don't make me ruin your pretty little face!" His lips lock into his as she painfully keeps his mouth open with her claw like nails and forces her tongue into his mouth.

With a loud smooch he parts his crusty lips from his and rubs his sharp nails on his cheeks and lips causing his cheeks to have red marks and his lips to bleed.

He smiles naughtily as he steps back and says to him. "Next I'll make you sniff my feet. They've been cramped in these tight boots and stockings for hours and they're just really sweaty from my exhausting day at work so they need a little relaxation! I'll make you sniff and lick my luscious feet sweat and worship my feet in all their divine perfection! Either that or I immerse your face in ice cold water and give you a little electric jolt! You talk and all I'll do is make you worship my sexy feet and if you keep your damn mouth shut, it'll be the cold electrocution for you! Think about my offer before you say anything! I'll be back in an hour... handsome."

Obama giggles naughtily for the last time before he shuts out the lights and leaves Justin Bieber in this cold, dark torture chamber to ponder his awful fate.

There. I fixed this story for you.

I just know that women can't do jack shit that is why they should be shown as weak and submissive. I call bullshit on the portrayal of strong women in the media like Hit-Girl in the movie Kickass and Sue Sylvester and Quinn Fabray from Glee to be a travesty against my puritan patriarchal values because no such women can exist, women are supposed to be dumb and weak. So all you morons out there including Zhang Qi, you guys should just accept reality and know that women'll never be able to do what men can do!