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The following totally fictitious writings of M Coolham are intended for the sole readership of those of LEGAL AGE. The ADULT ONLY material contained within is also for personal use only where local standards permit scenes of violence, torture and sex. Please do not read further if any of these subjects offend, or if you are not of legal age.
This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone violence of any sort.
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Interrogation of an Amazon
Chapter Ten
Reunion
Sempha stood before the King. She wore a simple sleeveless dress that came down to her mid-thighs. The 'V' neckline showed off her ample cleavage. A dark-blue leather belt with a large silver buckle drew the white cotton around her waist. She was barefoot. The puma headband adorned her head.
The Princess's wrists were tied behind her back.
Eight guards waited by the throne-room door.
"You have one last chance," said Nemo. "I warn you. The dungeon master has had instructions to torture you piteously. He will break you. It is only a matter of time. Save yourself - tell me where to find the gold".
"I will never be broken," she hissed. "Not by you or any of your servile brutes".
He raised his arm to stroke her face. She turned away.
"Pride will be your undoing," he said. "Take her to the dungeon".
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THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
Only two people were permitted to enter the dungeon by the main door: the King and the dungeon master.
The ogre wanted to greet the Princess personally. He shot back the bolts, turned the enormous rusty key, and clicked back the handle. The oak rattled on its hinges as the door opened inwards.
Yellow light spilled out into the dank corridor. The dungeon master saw Nemo standing alone.
"Welcome my Lord," said the taller man, bowing. "Please come in".
"Later," said the King. "I have come to tell you that the Princess is to be delivered shortly. I have authorized that she be spared the usual welcoming ceremony on the 'T'".
"As you wish," said the thug, slightly disappointed.
"I shall return in an hour with Haalet and the Amazon traitor," said Nemo. "Do not start your interrogation of Sempha until I have arrived".
The ogre nodded.
"One more thing," said the King. "The Princess will be accompanied by eight of my finest guards. I wish them to remain in the dungeon during the session. These Amazons are dangerous and resourceful - deadly. Tied they may be, but with five of them in one room caution must be the watchword".
"Understood," said the brute. "I like an audience". He grinned.
The dungeon master closed the door.
His accomplices were helping each other prepare their victims for the day ahead.
Breet had chosen Glaina, so Ennuta was to have Amphora. Puno would be working on Tolana, and Clen would entertain Cercia.
They had prepared the fresh Amazons first; Tolana then Cercia. Glaina had been next. Puno, Clen, and Breet assisted Ennuta with Amphora.
Once the four muscled victims were secured, each of them still gagged, the interrogators started work.
Although it was still early, the room was insufferably hot. Extra torches had been lit. The dungeon master wanted maximum light for his examination of the Princess.
THUMP. THUMP.
The dungeon master opened the door. A formation of eight large guards stood at the entrance, three at the front, three at the back, one at each side of a tall blonde woman who was in their midst. He was unable to see her face.
The Princess heard muffled screams coming from the dungeon. She knew Amphora was somewhere inside but could tell that more than one prisoner was undergoing interrogation.
"We have Sempha," said a guard.
The ogre smiled.
The front row of guards stepped to one side. The Princess and the dungeon master locked eyes. Mutual recognition was instantaneous.
'Those eyes,' he thought. 'It's her!'
'Those lips. And those disgusting teeth'. Sempha's heart leapt into her mouth.
The interrogator walked up to the Princess.
He thrust his hand into her hair and yanked back her head. They glared at each other, the dungeon master towering over the bound woman.
"I believe we've met before!" he said, grinning. "You're owed a punishment – and it's long overdue".
She spat in his face - just as she had done four years ago.
Slowly he raised his other hand and wiped her spittle off his unshaven cheek. He looked at the saliva in his open palm and raised his eyes, fury written into his expression.
"You'll pay for that, bitch," he said.
He drove his fist into her stomach. She was ready. His knuckles met solid muscle.
"Hold her," he snarled. "There's something I need".
Soldiers grabbed her arms.
The thug strode into the dungeon. He drew a black curtain across the centre of the chamber. On one side of the curtain his colleagues worked on the prisoners. On the other side was a single thick oak post. His accomplices stopped briefly to watch the events before the curtain obscured their view.
Sempha winced at the sounds coming from inside the chamber. She couldn't bear to think of what was being done to the unfortunate victims.
The brute returned and pushed the guards aside. He stood behind the Princess and thrust a rag against her mouth. She resisted.
"Her mouth," he said.
One of the guards drew a knife and placed it against her lips.
"Open, bitch, or I'll cut your face away".
Sempha felt the cold steel against her full lips. She chose to save her resources and obeyed.
The fetid cloth was thrust deep into her mouth, a rope pulled tight behind her head to hold it in place.
The Princess felt rough hands in her hair and against her scalp. She had noticed that he had returned with something else in his hand but had not been able to make it out.
The dungeon master gathered up her thick blond hair. He thrust a small heavy sack over her head and stuffed her hair inside before pulling the drawstring tight at her throat. He tore a hole above her head for air. Sempha thrashed against her blindness but they held her tight.
Sempha fought for breath inside the black sack. The hood stank of rotting flesh. She forced herself not to imagine what it might have been used for.
The dungeon master grabbed her arm and shoved her over the threshold. She stumbled but held her footing. He called for help from three of the guards. The four men hauled her over to the post, untied her wrists, and pulled her arms behind the pillar. They retied her wrists and roped her elbows together. Her breasts thrust outwards straining against the thin cotton of her dress.
Through their anguish, the four Amazons heard the commotion from the other side of the curtain.
The guards came into the chamber and lined up against the wall behind the Princess. The dungeon master walked around the curtain to speak with his accomplices.
"Ennuta, Puno, Breet, Clen. I need your attention," he said.
The interrogators put down their tools.
"We have a very special surprise visitor," the dungeon master continued. "I want our guests to enjoy the reveal of her identity. Please be sure they can see".
The interrogators made some adjustments so that their subjects could observe the unveiling.
The ogre pulled back the curtain.
The four helpless Amazons and their torturers saw a tall woman bound to a post. With the Princess's hair held inside the hood, and with no adornments on her body, they were unable to recognize the prisoner in the white dress.
"Don't know her?' said the brute, smiling. "Perhaps this will help".
He walked up to the struggling woman and unknotted her silver belt. It fell to the floor and he kicked it away. The ogre stood behind the post. Using both hands he gripped the sides of the neckline on Sempha's dress.
There was a sharp ripping sound. The thin material gave way. Sempha felt the heat of the dungeon against her bare chest.
He pulled again – more noise of cotton being rent.
The Princess stood exposed, the dress hanging off her bound elbows.
The Amazons gasped. They knew the woman was one of theirs but there were many big-breasted muscled beauties in their ranks. Amphora, Glaina, and Tolana guessed the captive was a stray warrior, perhaps on a reconnaissance mission. They hoped against hope that she was not from a rescue party. Cercia thought the woman was one of her sixteen comrades.
The soldiers' imaginations ran wild. The view from behind the magnificent woman was one thing; what must she be like from the front they wondered.
"Anyone want to guess?" he said, looking at the four Amazons.
Silence.
"Need to see more?"
The dungeon master drew a knife.
Sempha felt the man pulling roughly at what remained of her dress. She remained as still as possible, unable to anticipate the man's mood or motive.
The ogre cut away her dress. The woman was naked but for the sack.
"Let's ask her name".
The Princess sensed the thug walk away. She leaned her head back against the post. Her mind raced. Robbed of her senses in the hood, she found herself unable to think – the feeling of humiliation too powerful. Her body had never been seen in public. She had no idea how many people were looking at her at that very moment. That she was naked, and vulnerable, was torture in itself.
The chief interrogator reached for a whip and stood back, his arm raised.
A whistling sound ricocheted off the walls.
CRACK.
The leather landed across Sempha's taut abdomen.
She was taken completely unawares. The searing pain took her breath away.
The spectators heard the victim shriek, her cry muffled by the gag.
The Princess steeled herself for more. She was determined not to let him know that he was hurting her.
Again the ogre whipped her, this time the thick black strand contacting her thighs.
No sound from the victim.
Ten lashes; her breasts, her stomach, her upper chest, her legs, all targeted. She pulled up her leg in effort to protect her belly.
The brute delivered five more strokes, the whip biting into her soft skin.
She made no sound at all.
The four Amazons struggled against their bonds. It was unbearable for them to see a fellow warrior tortured so cruelly. They knew that in darkness, the prisoner was unable to prepare herself for the blows.
For the accomplice interrogators this was a double bonus. They enjoyed watching their mentor perform; they learnt new lessons. At the same time their victims' sense of helplessness reached new heights.
The dungeon master drew his sleeve across his forehead.
Sweat appeared on the stunning body tied before them. Her chest rose and fell, her breathing intense. Her flawless body bore the stains from the lash.
"How about this?" said the brute.
Sempha heard the man approach her. She tensed her stomach. The Princess felt the heat of his breath next to her ear.
"There's no muscles to protect where I'm going," he hissed.
She felt something rough against her labia.
The thug rubbed the whip handle against the dry raw skin between her legs, the folds still recovering from two night's of savage treatment.
She winced. The sack hid her pained expression.
He licked the end of the handle and turned to face the four Amazons and his accomplices.
"Mmmm," he mocked. "Delicious".
The dungeon master moved behind the post.
"See if this helps you guess her identity," he said.
The dungeon master drew the hood tight behind her head. The black material outlined the contours of her face, pressing against her nose and jaw.
The Princess's gag distorted the view of her face. Amphora thought she saw the imprint of a puma on the victim's forehead but thrust the thought from her mind.
The material was at its limit, the pressure threatening to tear it apart. But it held.
Sempha's breathing was constricted, the hood sucking air from her nose and mouth.
The dungeon master released the sack and it fell forward.
He came to stand before the woman.
She felt his coarse fingers on her nipples. He tweaked and pulled her defenseless breasts, his fingernails cutting into her aureoles. She struggled, her luscious naked breasts swaying uncontrollably.
The four prisoners found it hard to watch the abuse of their comrade. But their curiosity as to her identity was heightened.
"Your name, bitch," he snarled. "Tell them your name".
Silence.
He drove the butt of the whip handle into her solar plexus. She had no way of anticipating the blow. Sempha gasped for breath. Twice more the ruthless brute used the handle, the third time meeting muscle as she resisted.
"Your admirers are loosing their patience my beauty," he said. "Time to reveal you".
Sempha's breasts, belly, and thighs stung from the whipping. Her nipples were sore, the dungeon master's rough touch amplifying the rigours of the previous two nights. She struggled for air, the heat inside the hood becoming insufferable. Her stomach ached from the treatment with the whip handle. But all of this was nothing in comparison to the shame she felt at being touched between her legs.
The Princess felt the drawstring being loosened around her throat.
With a vigorous flourish the dungeon master pulled off the hood. Sempha's hair fell around her shoulders.
The five Amazons froze, their eyes wide.
The Princess could hardly take in that her four most important warriors had all been captured.
Her four comrades struggled to understand how their leader could have been taken.
The interrogators laughed. The look of astonishment on the faces of their prisoners had been worth the wait.
Sempha's disbelief turned to horror when she saw the condition of her friends. And her horror intensified when she registered what was being done to their bodies just prior to her entry into the chamber.
The dungeon master came to stand in front of his most prized subject, purposely blocking her view of the others.
"Despite our personal vendetta," he said. "You need to understand why you are here. It is simple. I need to know where we shall find the Amazon treasure. I shall question you until you tell me. Is there anything you wish to say?"
"Only that I'm stronger than you think," she snarled. "Your obscene threats don't frighten me".
"Perhaps not," he said, "But what about your lovely friends. Cercia and Tolana are still quite fresh, but your precious bodyguards have been entertaining my colleagues for quite some time already. I'm not sure how much more they can take".
"Torture me, not them, you coward," said Sempha. "Only I know the gold's location".
"Fear not," he said. "Your turn will come. I have a very special treat for you".
His palms sweated in anticipation. The device's first victim was more beautiful than he had dared imagine.
The Princess struggled, her fists clenching and unclenching. They had tied her well. The ropes bit further into her wrists and elbows with every movement.
"But I thought an exhibition might be in order," he continued, taking in the structure of her remarkable body. "You can halt the display at any time. Just give me the information I require".
The swell of her luscious globes filled his vision, exposed and vulnerable, a perfect target. She saw his eyes gorge on her tits. Sempha watched his arm rise, his hand open. There was no muscle in her breasts; nothing she could tense. She saw the slap coming but was powerless to prevent it.
Left right left.
The bound blond gritted her teeth, her face impassive.
"I will instruct each of my accomplices in turn," said the thug. "You must watch. Every time you close your eyes, the length of the victim's ordeal will be doubled. Remember – you have only to say 'stop' and your friends' agony will cease".
The dungeon master stepped aside.
The Princess saw her helpless colleagues. She was thrown back into hell.
"I'd like our honoured guest to see a sample of our work," he said. "We'll rotate the exhibition one by one. Clen, you start".
All eyes turned to Cercia. The freckle-faced Amazon was suspended upside down, naked, her feet tied four feet apart to a wooden beam. Her hands were bound behind her back. Chains ran from each end of the beam to a pulley that hung from the ceiling. Clen gripped the other end of the chain. Beneath the inverted woman was a deep vat full of water, the floor around the vessel wet.
Sempha could see that her comrade's hair was already damp; that she had already been dunked. The Princess could only guess at how Cercia had earned the scars on her pert breasts.
Clen fed the links through his hands lowering the Amazon an inch at a time. Cercia struggled, the beam swinging as her muscles flexed. Six inches from the water she tightened her abdomen and pulled up her torso. But the effort was futile. Clen held the chain still, her downward progress momentarily halted. The Amazon fought to retain the position but her stomach muscles could not take the strain. She straightened out again, her belly aching. The interrogator continued his work. An inch before the water the onlookers saw Cercia's chest expand as she filled her lungs with air.
Cercia closed her eyes. Her head entered the vat. Water ran down her nose. She felt the cold liquid encase her body. Only when the water had reached her waist did the downward motion cease. She remained still. She had learnt to preserve her air.
Everyone watched. Seconds passed, each degree of time elongated.
Fifteen seconds turned into thirty.
Half a minute became forty-five seconds.
Cercia started to move her knees and ankles. Hers was a silent fight.
Water spilled onto the stone floor.
A bubble appeared at the surface. Clen lowered her another inch.
"Release her," yelled Sempha.
"The jewels?" said the dungeon master.
Sempha closed her eyes.
"Hard to watch?" said the brute. "Pity. You've just doubled our pleasure at her expense".
Clen drove his fist into Cercia's unprotected belly, the distinctive sound of flesh on flesh echoing around the chamber.
More bubbles rose to the surface. Water cascaded over the top of the vat.
"Do it to ME!" the Princess screamed.
A minute had passed. The longest sixty seconds in Cercia's life.
The audience winced when they heard the sound of Cercia's head bashing against the inside of the vat. The circular container was too narrow for her to bend and lift herself out of the water.
Then she was still. All was quiet.
A long ominous silence.
"Release her," said the dungeon master.
Clen hauled Cercia out of the water. The moment her head broke free of the surface she coughed and spluttered, inhaling desperately. Water ran from her body, her short hair sticking to her scalp. The Amazon's chest heaved as she fought for breath. Her pink nipples stood proud, her torso covered in goose bumps.
"Onto the next," said the ogre.
Breet joined Puno at the rack. Tolana lay stretched out naked, her six foot two-inch body slick with sweat. Her long brown hair lay splayed out above her head. Puno removed the stone from under her head, placed there so she could watch the unveiling of the Princess. The chains were tight, her body taut.
The two interrogators leaned into the wheel.
CLICK. CLICK. CLICK.
The warrior shrieked, her gag deadening the sound. Clen and Puno looked down at her body, every muscle tight as she wrestled with the mechanism. Her efforts were pointless. The stretching was relentless.
CLICK. CLICK.
Tolana flung her head from side to side. Her shoulders, elbows, and knees bore the brunt of the pain. She could feel her organs being extended. The shackles cut into her flesh. Her arrow wounds re-opened, the fresh scabs pulled apart.
"Hold her there," said the dungeon master.
They locked the rack in position. No slack remained in the tortured woman's body. She was at her limit.
"Show the Princess what else we can do," said the chief interrogator, a taunting overtone in his voice.
Clen and Puno reached for the levers and brought up the spikes. For five minutes they worked on Tolana, the sharp metal points feeding off the flesh on the back of her defenseless body.
The chief of Sempha's army screamed. The Princess could only watch as blood mixed with sweat and dripped onto the floor.
They worked on Tolana until she fainted.
"Thank you," said the dungeon master. "Now the twins. First Glaina".
Amphora and Glaina were tied back-to-back, suspended naked in midair. They were spread-eagled wide, their bodies forming two X's. Their wrists and ankles were roped to beams, their limbs four feet apart. A thick chain hung from a large hook in the ceiling, the end of the chain attached to a manacle on the upside of the top spreader bar, allowing the sisters to be rotated. The bottom beam was heavy, stretching out their bodies. Their shoulders took their weight.
Ennuta and Breet had held the sisters motionless while Sempha's reveal had taken placed. Glaina had looked to her right, Amphora to her left. In preparation for the exhibition they were rotated so that the emerald-eyed twin faced her leader.
The leader gazed at her comrade. Sempha flushed. How could Glaina's escape plan have gone so badly wrong? The burns and sores on the spread-eagled Amazon bore witness to her ordeals. The wound from the brand glowed crimson against her bronzed inner thigh. The Princess noticed that both her bodyguards' armbands were missing.
"Let me explain," said the dungeon master, turning to Sempha. "Amphora was whipped in public, more for humiliation than pain. The weapon used was designed not to scar. Likewise the simple whip I used on you a moment ago".
The Princess swallowed.
"However," he continued, "Down here we prefer to use more…...more……..effective equipment. Watch".
Breet pulled back his arm, a long black strand trailing on the floor behind him. The whip flew at the defenseless bodyguard and landed on her thighs.
CRACK
Two lines of blood appeared instantly, the wound half a centimeter deep.
Glaina howled into her gag.
CRACK
The interrogator delivered a second blow across her stretched abdomen. Another line of blood, five inches long, rose as if drawn with paint.
Amphora could hear the whip. She felt her sister's body tense against the oncoming blows, then thrash when they hit. The thought of Glaina's agony made her twin wretch.
The Princess felt nauseous. The sight of torture being inflicted on her warriors was bad enough. That she was powerless to prevent it was worse.
No amount of muscle could prevent the razor-edged leather from breaking the bodyguard's skin, penetrating the flesh below. By the time Breet had finished, the Amazon's torso, breasts and thighs were a mass of deep cuts and welts. Each wound bled, the drips running down her body watered down by sweat. Glaina's head hung on her chest.
"And finally our first guest," said the ogre.
The twins were rotated so that Amphora faced Sempha. The damage to the amber-eyed twin spoke for itself. The Princess could not look at her bodyguard's ruined nipple.
Ennuta asked Breet and Puno to lower the beams so that Amphora's breasts came within reach.
"Ennuta hates beautiful women," said the dungeon master, matter-of-factly. "She told me earlier that she wanted to complete her work on the lovely Amphora".
Glaina heard nothing, but felt her sister's muscles tense as their backs brushed against each other. The twins' sweat mingled.
"No. Please don't," Glaina thought her twin said, the sound undecipherable past the gag.
"Don't you want to appear symmetrical?" asked Ennuta. Her mouth smiled, her eyes did not. Torchlight glinted off the blade in her hand.
Ennuta cupped the Amazon's left breast in her hand and got to work. Amphora's resources were already depleted. She passed out, but the ugly woman continued until she was finished. The torturer stood back to inspect her work. The warrior's left nipple resembled her right, except the mess was fresh; open and bleeding.
The dungeon master looked at the Princess. She wept.
"How touching," said the thug.
He turned to his accomplices.
"Revive the two that fainted".
Puno drenched Tolana and Amphora in freezing water. The exhausted Amazons spluttered back to consciousness.
THUMP. THUMP.
The dungeon master walked over and unlocked the door.
"Welcome, " said the ogre.
The King, Haalet, and Neepa entered the dungeon. The chief interrogator locked the door behind them.
The three newcomers looked in awe at the scene that beheld them.
The Princess's jaw dropped. So did Amphora's. Ennuta rotated the twins so that Glaina could also see the traitor. Puno raised Tolana's head so that she, too, could witness the betrayal. Cercia glared at Neepa.
Nemo approached Sempha. He stroked the whip marks on the Princess's bound body.
"It seems you've had a taste of what's to come," he said. "Remember, it is within your power to end this now".
She turned away.
Haalet and Neepa walked over to the rack. Tolana's eyes burned into the traitor. The stretched woman said something, the words indistinct.
"I see they've spared your ears," said Haalet.
He drew his dagger and placed the blade behind her left ear.
Tolana clenched her fists. She inhaled deeply. The touch of the cold steel was foreboding.
"Not so clever now my beauty?" he said. "I'll save the pleasure until later".
He sheathed his dagger.
The stretched Amazon exhaled.
Neepa flung back her curly black hair and approached the Princess. Sempha's cool blue eyes studied the spy. Memories of childhood's spent together flooded the minds of both women. They were the same height and build. Sometimes they'd been mistaken as relations.
"There's something I've wanted to do for a long long time," said Neepa.
She slapped the Princess's face, forehand.
Sempha expressed confusion, the gag preventing her from speaking.
"Why?" asked Neepa. "You want to know why?"
The Princess nodded.
"Because I want it all," said Neepa. "But I am denied the treasure by a fluke of birth".
The traitor slapped her leader again, a backhand that drove the Princess's head to one side.
Sempha brought her face around and glared at the traitor, one eye hidden behind a screen of blond hair. The sight of Neepa still in the uniform of Lumana made the Princess feel sick. The spy's bright eyes taunted the bound woman, an insolent smile on Neepa's face.
"My lord," said the dungeon master. "The Princess has been shown some options for the treatment of her comrades. Still, unfortunately for them she chose to withhold her information. It's time for her to be interrogated properly".
"Proceed," said Nemo, locking eyes with Sempha.
The dungeon master called for help from three of the guards. The men walked over to the corner of the dungeon where a large wooden screen cordoned off a part of the chamber.
No one had ever seen the device. Not even his accomplices.
"Ladies and gentlemen," said the ogre, his chest puffed out. "You are honoured to witness the unveiling of my latest invention – the most effective device for the delivery of pain yet created".
The guards pulled back the screen.
Sharp intakes of breath reverberated around the room.
The Princess laid her head back against the post and closed her eyes. The situation was hopeless. Her four most senior warriors were chained in front of her. No one in Lumana even knew she'd been captured. And even if they did, the constitution forbade anyone but her to send the army onto foreign soil.
Sempha dug deep. She would not be broken by this band of thugs. She gritted her teeth.
"You'll never break me," she snarled.
To be continued…
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