Interrogation of an Amazon

Interrogation of an Amazon

CHAPTER ONE.

Obtaining Her Name.

King Nemo stood over the map spread out across a large wooden table. He ruled over all the lands he could see bar one – Lumana. And it was Lumana he wanted to conquer. Not because it was a beautiful country, which it was with its crystal-clear lakes and snow-capped mountains, but because somewhere in that mysterious kingdom lay treasure beyond his wildest imagination. It would be the jewel in the crown of his Thoranian empire.

Lumana was populated by a tribe of Amazon warrior women, famed for their beauty and known everywhere for their fierceness and prowess in all aspects of warfare. The leader of the tribe was Princess Sempha whose looks and fighting ability were the stuff of legend. His spies had told him that she alone knew the location of the treasure, the information handed down from generation to generation and zealously protected. He knew also that the Princess was well guarded and that she had two specially trained and highly trusted bodyguards who accompanied her everywhere. He had considered a full-scale invasion but Lumana was a big country and hiding places for Sempha too numerous. He had considered taking hostages but he instinctively knew that Sempha would protect herself, and her precious knowledge, above all else; even over the lives of her citizens. As he looked at the map he pondered how best to overcome this elusive tribe and find the treasure. He heard a knock at the door.

"Come in" he said, not taking his eye off the map.

"My lord. I bring you good news." Nemo recognised Captain Tevo's voice, leader of his most elite troops. "We have captured an Amazon".

Nemo stood up and turned to face Tevo. The Captain made quite an impression at six foot four inches tall, his build matching his height. "An Amazon?" the king said with incredulity. "No one has ever captured an Amazon. Why should I believe you? Perhaps you think I am easily pleased". He noticed that Tevo was breathless and appeared battle weary.

"It's true," replied Tevo, all too aware of the king's quick and unpredictable temper. "Let me take you to her".

"Where is this Amazon you claim to have taken?"

"In the dungeons my lord".

"Is she dead? Of no worth to us? Is she fit only for the crows?"

"On the contrary my lord" smiled the Captain. "Not only is she very much alive, but she is also unmarked". The king allowed a glimmer of a smile to cross his lips. Tevo continued "And better still, she is one of Princess Sempha's two personal bodyguards!"

The king's surprise showed on his face.

"You don't believe me lord? Come and see for yourself".

"I shall", said Nemo. "Lead the way. And if you are lying, I shall have your head".

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They left the king's chambers set high in the castle and walked down towards the dungeons built deep into the foundations, the king asking further questions.

"Tell me Tevo, how did you capture this remarkable prize? And what is her name?"

"She won't say". Tevo grabbed a flamed torch from the wall knowing they would need the extra light once they got closer to the dungeons. "My scouts saw the party of three walking through a forest just over the border in Lumana. Sensing the three warriors would return that way, I ordered twenty of my best men to set an ambush in a nearby gorge. We got lucky. The three women walked into the ravine and ten of my men appeared at each end of the gorge to block their escape".

Sweat appeared on Nemo's upper lip. He enjoyed battle stories. "Was there a fight?"

Tevo opened an iron barred-gate, the main entrance to the dungeons, and the two men set off down a flight of stairs, the light fading. Tevo held the torch high to illuminate their way. "My men were prepared for a tough fight but the skill and ferocity of the Amazons surpassed their expectations".

The king stopped at the bottom of the stairs. They had reached the first level of the dungeons. Looking along the corridor they could see rows of cells lining the walls, each sealed with a metal-bar door. They heard weeping. "Which one is she in?" asked the king.

"She's further down my lord. This one's too special to put with the others".

They set off down another flight of steps, the air getting thicker and the light dimmer. "Did you strip her?" asked the king, his heartbeat starting to quicken at the prospect of seeing an Amazon in the flesh at last. He had dreamt about this moment for years but he had scarcely imagined that he would get the opportunity to interrogate one. He held his expectations in check lest he was disappointed. On many previous occasions men had claimed to have captured Amazons only for him to discover that the prisoners had been ordinary female warriors.

"No, my lord" Tevo smiled, knowing that the king would be pleased with the answer. "We thought you'd want to watch her being stripped. We removed her armour but otherwise she is yours to strip as you choose. Slowly perhaps, one piece at a time – or ferociously, her clothes being ripped at with knives".

"Good call Tevo. Good call".

They reached the second level of dungeons. A wall of bars separated the two men from the corridor where a lone guard stood leaning against his sword. Through the grate were six cells, each sealed with wooden doors. Seeing the king the soldier straightened up. "I will behead you personally if she escapes from here" the king addressed the guard. "What's your name?"

"Britt" replied the guard. "She is not here my lord. She is held deeper down". Like every other warrior in the castle, the soldier had heard rumour of the Amazon's capture although few men truly believed it. No one had ever captured an Amazon; not alive anyway. Why should this time be different? And the Princess's personal bodyguard? Ha! Still, he thought it best to play along with Tevo's game. This staircase was the only way to reach the deepest level of the dungeons and Britt had witnessed the captive being taken downstairs in the dead of the previous night. The prisoner had been hidden under a black cloak that amply covered their body. He had seen six men wrestling the cloaked figure down the stairs and had surmised that only a male warrior could possibly warrant such attention.

"Why were you relaxing on duty?" the king asked the solider. "Call yourself a Thoranian?" The king was glad that Britt was in his service; there was a darkness about the man that he found unnerving.

Before Britt could answer, Tevo whispered to the king that perhaps he should go gently on the soldier – that Britt's brother had been one of the men killed during the capture of the Amazon although the news was yet to be broken to him. Nemo sniffed and turned to take the final flight of steps.

Although the king was tall, his thin frame did not avail him to battle. He had others who did that for him. His pinched face was beginning to redden with the exertion.

"Tell me the story of how this Amazon was taken".

"I will tell you with pleasure", said Tevo. "But it's a long story so I'll give you the details later. Suffice to say we lost eight of our twenty men in the process".

"EIGHT! How?"

"Sempha's bodyguards fought like wild animals. They charged the men that stood in front of them killing eight of the ten. The other Amazon bodyguard took the lead with the Princess between the two. The one we caught was taking up the rear. We only got her because one of the men in our rearguard had a heavy net with him".

"Sounds interesting", said the king, his heart beating faster. "I want to hear the details later". He thought a while. "She must pay for the lost lives of our comrades".

They reached the deepest level. Tevo's torch barely pierced the gloom. The sun's rays had never shone in this place. The air smelt of damp and creatures scurried at their feet. It had been a long time since anyone had been held at the third level down. It was reserved for the most precious of their prisoners. The king grabbed the Captain's forearm and looked him full square in the eye, the torchlight making both men seem gaunt. "Just one thing Tevo. Is this Amazon as beautiful as the legends say?"

Tevo smiled. "You must be the judge of that, my lord".

"Take me to her".

The men turned a corner and were confronted my two guards each standing astride a metal gate built into a wall of bars. "Open," ordered Tevo. "King Nemo goes here". The gate swung wide and they passed through. The king felt fear in the pit of his stomach. He turned and spoke to one of the guards, a bald man and the taller of the two. "Is she chained?" "Yes my lord", replied the man. "Very securely. I oversaw the exercise myself". The man smiled broadly, smelling his hand. "Her scent lingers. Here, if you're going in you'll need this key".

Tevo took the key and they walked on, rounded a bend, and saw a wooden door at the end of the corridor, the way lit by flamed torches. A tiny trap door was set lowdown into the oak, bolted shut. They walked slowly towards the door. "Ssshhh" Tevo whispered. They stood and listened. From behind the door they could hear the sound of clinking chains. Even in the semi-dark Tevo could see the king's eyes light up. "She's struggling".

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Tevo turned the key in the lock and the noise from inside the cell stopped. The door swung inwards and light from eight torches flooded into the corridor, each man shielding his eyes. They looked down, stepped over the threshold, and raised their heads. What they saw made them gasp. The king heard himself say "Legend has it that the Princess is even more beautiful. Impossible surely". They stood and gaped.

Before them stood the Amazon warrior; their prisoner. Her hands were cuffed together with metal brackets around each wrist. A chain ran from the cuffs to a pulley in the dungeon ceiling which held her hands high above her head, the other end of the chain attached to a winch built into the wall behind her. Her legs were spread three feet apart, each ankle tied in a metal cuff and attached by short chains to manacles driven into the dungeon floor. She was six foot tall and her body was perfectly proportioned for her height. Long thick lustrous black hair flowed down her back. She had dark-amber eyes, slightly raised at the outside corners giving her a catlike appearance. Her facial features were pronounced yet fine; strong jaw-line, pretty nose, ears set close to her head. Over her torso she wore a sleeveless low-cut brown leather jerkin drawn together across her chest by a leather lace that wove across her breasts three times, her cleavage visible through the laces. A short white skirt covered the top of her legs, a slit each side rising to her waist. She stood in black leather thigh boots that rose to three inches above her knees. A large-buckled belt hung at her waist and a gold band in the shape of a serpent wound itself around her left bicep. A necklace of various charms hung around her neck. Her clothes were scarred from battle and marks on the leather showed where armour would be worn.

Perhaps most striking was her body. Her muscles were taut, toned, hard, beyond anything they had ever seen. Not massive – just incredibly fit and remarkably defined. So feminine and so very sexy. She had wide shoulders and a narrow waist. Her breasts were generous, the lace across her front straining to keep them within her tunic. Even in this light they could see that her skin was gently bronzed – and flawless. They estimated her age at twenty-five, maybe twenty-six; at the very peak of her physical condition.

She glared at the two men.

"Well," said the king. "You are truly magnificent. Are all your people as stunning as you?"

She remained silent.

The king stepped closer. "Have you a name?"

Nothing.

"I said, have you a NAME?"

Nothing.

The king turned to Tevo. "A stubborn one I think. They always succumb in the end". He turned back to the chained warrior and walked up to her so that his eyes were almost level with hers. At five foot nine inches tall he was shorter than she even though her legs were spread. "You can do this two ways my pretty. We'll ask you some questions over the next few days. If you answer them accurately and give us all the information we require I guarantee you will save yourself a lot of discomfort. You will be made my personal slave, a position far preferable to others…………….in captivity. But if you chose to remain silent you will be interrogated harshly. Believe me, you don't want to be passed into the hands of the dungeon master. No one has ever survived more than a day in his care". He looked her up and down. "I can see that you're fitter than anyone he's questioned previously so maybe you'd last a little longer". He smirked. "But you'll talk eventually. They all do. Again – what's your name?"

She looked at him impassively.

"Does she have a tongue Tevo?"

"Oh yes. By all accounts she yelled abuse at our troops when we abducted her".

"Last chance bitch. WHAT'S YOUR FUCKING NAME?"

She pulled at her chains. She knew these two would be easy pickings if she were free. The guards in the corridor she could deal with too. She'd make her way out of here if she could just extricate herself from the chains.

"OK. Have it your way. GUARDS," Nemo yelled. The two men from the end of the corridor came running. "You're going to strip this bitch and I'm gonna watch. Stand behind her and follow my instructions. I want an uninterrupted view". They went and stood behind their victim.

Four men, their hearts pounding. One woman – chained before them and at their mercy. Her breathing became deeper; her chest rising and falling in more pronounced fashion. She steadied her breath, years of training kicking in.

"You. Tall guy. Reach around in front of her and take off her belt". The man stood behind the warrior and reached an arm around each side of her. At six feet seven inches tall this guy was big; his arms reached with ease. He made quick work of the buckle, the belt clattering to the floor. Standing so close his face was brushed by her hair. Once again he smelt her scent. Sweet sweet sweet.

She remained impassive, her anger masked.

"Her necklace next".

The guard pulled back her hair, thick and soft in his hands, so he could untie the necklace. It fell at her feet.

"Now that thing on her arm". She flinched. The king smiled. "Precious is it? Remove it and throw it over to me". She watched as the guard unwound the adornment from her upper-arm. The king caught the decoration, sniffed it, and put it in his pocket. She glared at him fiercely for a moment and then controlled her mood again.

"And now her skirt. Rip it off".

Each guard placed a hand at the front of her skirt and simultaneously pulled away to the side and behind. In one deft move her thighs and buttocks were bare. She wore a pair of tiny black panties – more like a thong – that served to accentuate the length of her powerfully muscled legs. She knew that she was about to be the first Amazon ever seen naked by men - enemy men anyway. Each of these guys she could beat, three of them easily. But chained she was powerless to prevent her humiliation.

The king walked up to her and withdrew a knife from his belt. "Now your top". The chains clinked as she struggled. "Stay still my beauty. It's far too early to think of cutting your flesh. Anyway, I have others who do that for me". He bought the knife up to her chest and she started breathing more heavily, her chest rising and falling. Nemo placed the blade in-between her breasts just underneath the first of the three laces. He pulled the blade towards him. Plink. The lace was cut. More of her cleavage was revealed. He cut again. The jerkin fell further, still held across her chest by the final lace. Placing the knife between her breasts one last time, Nemo made sure the blade touched each mound. She felt the cold steel, goose pimples rising and quickly disappearing in the heat of the dungeon. The last lace was stubborn but…plink…..it gave way. Just as he'd hoped, her jerkin fell open but only far enough to see her full cleavage. The leather was stiff enough to hold its shape and leave her nipples hidden.

Nemo stepped back. "Cut off her top. Reveal her body". The two guards pulled back her jerkin and cut roughly at the material until it fell away.

"What about her panties?" asked the guard.

"Not just yet," said Nemo. "They come off when she's tied to my bed".

She stood before them, stripped naked but for her tiny panties and her thigh boots. Her breasts were large, high, firm, and well separated. Her nipples were dark brown and prominent despite the warmth in the cell. With her clothes removed it was obvious how years of training had sculpted her body. Not an ounce of fat; just solid muscle, firm flesh, and rounded shape. She flung back her hair into the faces of the men standing behind her in a sign of defiance. Her breasts jiggled with the motion. Nemo and Tevo soaked in the view. The king beckoned for the two guards to come and admire her and they did so, standing arms folded, yearning to touch the perfect bronzed hard-body that was chained helpless before their eyes.

"You really are beautiful. It's such a shame you won't co-operate. I'd hate for the dungeon master to scar you but I fear it's unavoidable if you chose not to answer our questions". He turned to Tevo. "It's getting late. We'll start interrogating her tomorrow. I don't want to leave tonight, though, without knowing her name".

Nemo walked up to her and circled her unprotected body talking in every curve and structure, noticing every muscle as it worked beneath her flawless skin. Standing straight upright, with her arms reaching high above her head, her triceps and broad shoulders were especially pronounced. Even with her arms outstretched they could see the shape of biceps lying flat. Her spread shoulder blades highlighted the V shape presented by her muscled torso. Her stomach was flat, her abdominal muscles a line of symmetry like gently undulating hills. Her waist was slim. Her legs were perfectly formed, her quads and calves shaped as if from a sculpture. Her boots amplified the look of her thighs. Her hair reached almost down to her waist, tapering into an arrow at its longest point. He ran his hand through her hair, feeling its texture. She shook her head as if to stop him, the chains above her head rattling. Standing this close to her Nemo could see she was sweating. The room was hot and the tension unbearable. Rivulets of liquid ran down her ribcage, between her breasts, along the centre of her back, and down the outside of her flanks.

Nemo ran his hand across her back. Perfect hard muscle under the softest skin. With her arms held high, the rear of her shoulders were dimpled. He noticed a tattoo on her right shoulder; a serpent's head with its mouth wide open and forked tongue spitting venom. Round firm buttocks, her tiny panties just about covering her most private place. Standing behind her the king could see the side of her breasts, their size too great to be hidden by her torso. He rubbed her sweat between his fingers and smelt his dampened hand. How could sweat smell so sweet?

He whispered something to the shorter guard who walked over to the winch built into the dungeon wall. She tried to look behind her but the winch was against the back wall so she couldn't know what the man was doing.

The king came round and stood in front of the prisoner. "Don't worry about him. Just tell me your name". Her silence risked humiliating Nemo in front of his men. "And what does the tattoo represent?"

He was met with a pair of fiery eyes and a set jaw.

He signaled to the guard who cranked the handle. Metal ground against metal and the chain holding her hands tightened pulling her arms higher. The guard continued turning, the metal ratchets in the winch clicking as each link bit. The Amazon was pulled higher. To keep her weight off her shoulders she now had to stand on tiptoe. "Hold it," said Nemo. The guard stopped. The muscles in her legs stood proud. Her breathing deepened noticeably, her large breasts rising and falling in a provocative way. Her abdomen was stretched, the skin pulled tight across her ribcage revealing muscle and bone beneath. Her body writhed as she struggled against being stretched, her muscles rippling, her breasts bouncing.

The king stepped closer. "Your name bitch".

The slightest of grimaces crossed her face. The sight of her discomfort excited Nemo. He signaled to the guard.

She was raised higher, her feet now off the floor. The chains holding her ankles tightened further. Still the guard turned the wheel. The metal cuffs holding her wrists and ankles, already tight around her limbs, bit into her flesh. Her body formed the shape of an inverted Y, suspended in mid-air.

"Your name. I want to know your name".

She threw her head back as if to summon strength. The chains were now too tight to clank together. She could feel her muscles being stretched. She resisted but the chain pulled relentlessly. The onlookers watched with pleasure as she fought a futile battle against the bonds. Her arms, chest, abdomen, legs - all pulled tight. Her breasts jiggled as she fought the chains, her body swaying gently.

The king walked up to her. Suspended in this way her breasts were just below his face. "Struggle all you like my pretty. You're mine now". Nemo slapped her right breast - hard. SMACK. The sound of flesh upon flesh echoed around the room. Her breasts swayed before coming to rest – firm. Her nipples reached out to him. He slapped her again. "Your name I said".

She glared back.

Once more he signaled to the guard. "She can still move her body. I want her stretched so tight that all movement is impossible". The guard engaged the mechanism but the winch would only take one more turn. She was fully extended, the sweat on her naked muscled body glistening under the light of the torches.

Nemo signaled for the taller guard. "Get her name. Use only her body, not her face nor her breasts. Leave no marks. I want her perfect for the parade tomorrow. But I need to know her NAME". The guard smiled. He couldn't believe his luck; that he had permission to play with the precious beauty.

The guard came up to her. She was helpless before him. Upright, stretched, tied. Her unprotected body presented a dream target. Open to him to use. He ran his hands down her body savouring the width of her upper torso in contrast to her tapered waist. From her elbows, across her taut triceps, down the side of her ribcage, over her slim waist, and onto her flanks, he studied every inch. His touch revolted her. He walked around the suspended woman looking her up and down, sizing her up, sometimes reaching out to touch her skin, occasionally giving her a gentle slap. It was almost as if he was buying a horse. He'd have checked her teeth but he didn't want to risk being bitten. To him she was just a piece of meat. He didn't fondle her breasts; that wasn't what this was about. This was business, and the brute had had his instructions. The Amazon and the guard both knew that this was all about humiliating her in front of the men. Mind games. They both knew that she was powerless to prevent him from touching her anywhere he wanted; from abusing her in any way he pleased. That in any ordinary scenario a thug like him couldn't even get close to having a woman as fine as her.

He came round to stand in front of her once more. She was breathing more heavily now, her chest expanding and contracting noticeably. Her firm breasts more inviting than ever. He flicked her rock hard nipples as if they were flies. He smoothed her stomach with the palm of his hand as if to find his mark. Her abdomen was stretched tight as a drum, involuntarily pulled inwards. It would be difficult for her to tense her muscles. With his height, and her suspended off the floor, he looked straight into her eyes. The smell of his breath, of his very presence, made her want to wretch. The tension was acute – a battle of wills. Could he make the Amazon talk? She wasn't going to let him win the first round.

"What's the matter idiot?" She spat out the words in condescending fashion. "Haven't you ever felt the body of a woman? You need a wash. You stink. Pig."

"Ha. She does have a voice," exclaimed Nemo. "And spirited too. So proud. She's like a wild animal. TAME THE BITCH".

Her words incensed the guard making the veins on top of his head stand out. He brute balled his fist. "Seems you're short on manners. Time to give you a lesson you won't forget". The brute slammed a punch into her upper thigh. THUD. The very particular sound of fist against solid muscle. Another punch, this time into the inner part of her other thigh. She swung in her chains almost imperceptibly – pulled so tight there was little give in her body. A third punch, this time into her stomach. Another. One two three, her abdomen taking appalling punishment. Another. This time she let out a groan. Again and again he hit her, pummeling her legs and torso.

"That's enough" said Nemo. "Get the idea bitch? Your NAME".

She shook her head giving him his answer. "Continue" he motioned to the guard.

For five minutes the man brutalised the suspended woman's bare body. Her thighs, her kidneys, the small of her back, her stomach again and again. She flung her head backwards and forwards as she absorbed the blows, occasionally wincing, a moan or two escaping from her lips. Her breasts bounced and quivered as her body adsorbed the blows. Red marks appeared on her skin. The sound of knuckles driven hard against muscle was sickening. By the time he was finished her head was hanging down on to her chest. Her body was slick with sweat.

"Is she conscious?" asked Nemo. The guard grabbed her hair and lifted up her head. "Yes. She can take more". He released his grip and her head fell back against her front.

"OK", said Nemo. "Tomorrow she'll take more. Much more". The king stepped forward, his member hard as a rock excited as he was by watching her being punished.

"Just one more blow?" the guard asked.

"Make it count," replied Nemo.

The guard stood close to her and put his arm behind her back, his palm flat against her skin, to hold her in place. She raised her head. He could feel her breath. She opened her eyes and glared at him as if to tease him; to suggest he couldn't hurt her. "Is that the best you can do?" she hissed through clenched teeth. "Mr. Fucking Big Shot getting off on beating a defenceless woman. You're pathetic".

"This one's for keeps bitch," said the brute and smashed his knuckles into her abdomen, driving his fist slightly upwards at the moment of impact making direct contact with her solar plexus. "Ugghhh". She flung back her head, winded. "That had to hurt," said Tevo.

"Had enough bitch?" She looked at the king standing in front of her, determined to show no pain on her face. "We're going to leave you now my pretty. Before I go I want to tell you about my plans; to give you something to think about while you recover your breath. Tomorrow you will be taken from here and you will be paraded before my people. You will be strapped to a log, your body tied outstretched as an exhibit of perfection for the crowd. Watching your muscles straining while you struggle will enhance the spectacle. Many don't believe we've captured a real live Amazon. Your beautiful hard body is living proof that we have. Then your interrogation will start - with a public whipping. It will be good for my soldiers' moral to watch you suffer and pay for the men you killed. Any time you start talking, we'll stop the interrogation. But if you chose not to cooperate you'll be handed over to the dungeon master and you'll spend each day and night in his company until you talk".

The muscled captive struggled against the chains that held her.

"I want her to have some strength for tomorrow. The more she struggles against the log and the whip the better the action. Let her have some sleep and a little food." The guard let down the chain. Her feet returned to the floor and her hands hung in front of her. Tevo picked up her clothes and necklace. "You won't be needing these any more," he told her. They left the room, each turning back for one last look at the Amazon beauty, their imaginations running wild. She stood unmoved absorbing their stares. Only when they were long out of earshot did she lie down on the dungeon floor adopting the fetal position. Her ankles remained chained, as did her hands, but she could at least sleep. Later some food and water were passed through the hole in the door.

The men retired for the night. Nemo could not believe his good fortune. The Amazon bodyguard would be interrogated until she revealed the whereabouts of the Princess. A party would be sent out to capture Sempha and then she, in turn, would be questioned until she revealed the location of the treasure. He would be rich….….and have an Amazon Princess as his personal slave! Just before he went to sleep he studied the arm jewelry that had been removed from the prisoner. He noticed some words inscribed on the inside and held it up to the candle. "To Amphora. With deep appreciation of your unstinting loyalty. Always, Sempha".

"Amphora. What a pretty name," he said out-loud. "You endured so much pain for nothing. You're MY plaything now".

At the same time as the king was in his bedroom studying the jewelry, a man was opening a door at the other end of the castle that led to a lower level. The soldier had no appetite for taking the stairs down. Few people ventured here. But he had a message to deliver although he had no desire to meet with the recipient personally. He would simply pass it under the door.

A short while later the dungeon master picked up a piece of paper from the floor. It was unsigned. "Nemo's got an Amazon. Alive. Tall, beautiful, muscled, big breasts – and very feisty. She's being paraded tomorrow. Take a look. Might be time to prepare the device".

To be continued…….

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