Bound for Interrogation (Final Fantasy VII, Rude x Tifa, R)

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Title: Bound for Interrogation
Author: burningmayo
Rating: R
Warnings: None really, unless you're not a bondage fan.
Prompt: June 13th; Final Fantasy VII; Rude x Tifa; Bondage (playful or otherwise); Gathering information.
Word Count: 802
A/N: Huge thanks to crimsoncookie for the beta. I tried something different this time and went for an all-dialogue piece. However, it was my first time giving this format a shot and she helped me give the dialogue more character. Also, the save file for this was originally called "Rude Tifa Dialogue", which brought up completely unrelated yet hilarious imagery of its own.



“Geez. Did she have to kick me that hard? Man!”

“It was your idea for a strip search.”

“But, c’mon. She’s handcuffed to a chair!”

“Arm restraints don’t prevent kicks, Reno.”

“...You sure? Stopped the last three girls. You remember that one--”

“Ice yourself down. I’ll do the interrogation.”

“Okay, but keep your distance. She must need a pedicure or somethin'. Women, ya know?”

“I’ll... try to remember.”

“Cool. See ya, partner.”


“Um… baldy? Will you let me go now?”

“We’re not done.”

“I don't know anything! I told you--”

“AVALANCHE members frequent your bar.”

“--that I have no idea what you're talking about! Let me go!”

“You can’t show restraint, we’ll force it on you. Tell us where AVALANCHE headquarters is, Miss Lockhart. Then we can go home.”

“I- I'm just a bartender, all right? I hear gossip all the time - so much. How could I know who was telling the truth?”

“Most bartenders I know aren’t hand-to-hand combat experts.”

"Then maybe you don’t know many bartenders.”

"Won’t dispute that."

"Then--"

"--Can’t let you go without getting even for my partner, Lockhart.”

“That lech? He had it coming.”

“...won’t dispute that, either.”

“Stop! What in Shiva's name do you think you’re doing?”

“Disarming you. I'd recommend bending your leg if you don’t want it broken, miss.”

“F-fine. I... I suppose you want my other leg tied, too?”

“You’ll be able to leave sooner if you cooperate.”

“How can I leave if my legs are tied?”

“Hold still, or--”

“--Sorry. It just feels weird. The rope.”

“Suppose it would if you’ve never been tied like this.”

“And you hav-- no, stop, you bald--”

“Can you think of any insults that aren't about my lack of hair?”

“No. At least-- not while my legs feel like they’re covered in Esuna Balm.”

“Hah. That’s... not the normal sort of complaint.”

“If you’re even thinking of expecting me to cry and beg for mercy like a little girl, you’ve got a long wait, bal-- buddy.”

“...Enough. Tell me where AVALANCHE meets, Miss Lockhart, and you’re free to go.”

“I. Don’t. Know!”

“We’ll see. I’ll remove the handcuffs. Keep your arms crossed.”

“As if I have a choice. You can keep me tied up for as long as you want, but I can’t tell you what I don’t know.”

“That hurt?”

“It's... it's nothing. A little rope burn isn’t going to bother me.”

“Good. You can expect more.”

“More? Why would you need more rope? I’m already completely tied up!”

“You nearly broke my partner’s jaw, Lockhart. I can’t be too careful.”

“Do you Turks usually keep that much rope around? Just how many people have you tied up in here?”

“That’s classified.”

“Of course it is. Just—Just get it over with, will you?”

“Would end faster if you’d tell us where—”

“I don’t know.”

“Suit yourself, then.”

“What are you-- W-watch it. Who taught you how to tie women up?”

“…Self-taught. I train recruits on restraining techniques.”

“Y-you could... ooh, hey... you could use a few lessons.”

“Such as?”

“Don’t wrap across there, you bal-- you idiot. Wrap around!”

“Huh. Like this?”

“That’s... oh. O-okay.”

“...now the other.”

“I, I thought you’d wrap them, um. You know, together, but-- oh!”

“Will you talk?”

“N-no. I mean I, I have nothing to say! I--”

“And if I run this rope through here... and here?”

“Y-you wouldn’t dare! That's-- that's private!”

“Then, talk.”

“Wh-what about? I don't kno-- oh. Oh. That, that feels…”

“Where is AVALANCHE headquarters?”

"T-tighter!”

“What?”

“I, I mean it's too tight--”

“--I’ll slide this here.”

“No- I won't- Oh!”

“And tie this here.”

“N-no. This isn’t fai--!”

“Talk.”

“I... tighter. I, I need-- please. I can’t--”

“If you insist.”

“Why-- Oh! O-oh my.”

“Better?”

“Oh. Yes. Almost… Tighter!”

“Like this?”

“Y-yes, oh, it feels so good--”

“Where is AVALANCHE, Tifa?”

“M-my bar. Under the... more, p-please— under the pinball machine.”

“Under the pinball machine?”

“Switch…elevat-- oh. Oh---”


“So how’d it go, partner? Did she talk? You fondle those huge--”

“She talked.”

“And what did she say? I mean, where are those punks at?”

“She doesn’t know anything.”

“Whaa--? What are you talking about? We both saw those AVALANCHE assholes walkin’ in an’ out of her joint.”

“...She's just a woman with a kink. Kept stringing me on to tie her up more and more.”

“Man, you get all the good-- Well. What'd she tell ya?”

“AVALANCHE is located under her pinball machine.”

“What, seriously? The hell kinda story is that? What does she think we are, five?”

“That's all I could get.”

“Damn, man. What a waste of time. Where is she?”

“I... we had to let her go.”

“Ah, man. And she was really hot, too. So-- didja get a video?”