Verde follows after Y'Tar into his room, closing the door. She watches intently to see what kind of techniques Y'Tar will use during his interrogation.
Y'Tar tosses the little bounty hunter onto the bed like she was a throw pillow. Though tinier than the rest of them, she is in the exact same proportion as they are. Her arms reach so that her wrists are past her waist, her torso from shoulder to waist is no more than four times the length of her head, and her legs are evenly split, the knees half way between feet and hips.
Y'Tar crawls on top of the tiny pink female, holding her arms down at her sides. He stares into her eyes as they shine yellow. Her curly brown hair is a mess from being thrown around, and her tiny chest rises and lowers with her panicked breathing.
"Tell us where to find this 'Clamhawk'," Y'Tar says slowly, "and no harm will come to you."
"I don't tell others about my employers," Ruby answers in her soft little voice. "No matter what the threat."
Y'Tar barely gives Ruby time to finish her words as he turns her over and pulls up her blue dress.
"Hey, wait!" she cries. "Aren't you supposed to ask me again before doing anything?!"
Y'Tar does not respond, he only takes a handful off Ruby's rump, still clad in a pair of pale blue panties.
Ruby cries out in protest, but the bigger, stronger Y'Tar does not stop. He rubs his hands all over her tiny tush, making her panties ride up.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Ruby demands. "Are you a hardened criminal or a juvenile delinquent?!"
"Tell me about Clamhawk or the panties will come OFF!"
Ruby tries to crawl away, but Y'Tar's height advantage allows him to surround her on all sides. He presses down on her with his pelvis, his hands holding down hers.
"Tell me!"
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