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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.
The following is under Copyright and is for your sole enjoyment. Your cooperation in not using the material in any other application without the express permission of the author is requested. Thank you.
Interrogation of an Amazon
Chapter Eleven
The Device
An enormous piece of equipment filled their vision. At first glance it resembled an iron chair. But closer inspection revealed a contraption of intense complexity; a mass of wheels, joints, and screw mechanisms.
Sempha gulped. She knew this was to be her fate.
"Be my guest," said the brute. Take a closer look," Nemo and Haalet stepped forward.
"No," said the inventor. "Let me bring it to you".
The men hauled the device into the centre of the dungeon.
"May I take a moment of your time to explain the instrument?" asked the chief interrogator, addressing his question to the King. "And how I propose to use it?"
Nemo nodded.
"The Princess will be strapped into the device," he said, motioning to five elongated metal sections. "One length for each of her limbs, and one for her back. Her arms, legs and neck will be secured".
Haalet scratched his chin.
"There is no doubt that the subject will break," the inventor continued. "The triumph over her physical ability to handle pain will be a sweet success. However, it is the taming of her spirit that will give me the greatest pleasure. That she will submit to me in front of her four most devoted subjects will be her final humiliation".
Sempha glared at the ogre. Her heart pounded. She fought to hide her fear.
"I could explain further," said the dungeon master, "But action speaks louder than words. I shall proceed".
He turned to his accomplices.
"Prepare your Amazons to be spectators," he said. "The guards will help".
In turn, Cercia, Tolana, Glaina and Amphora were released. The guards gathered them together and tied their hands behind their backs. Clen brought over a mass of collars and shackles. The four Amazons were chained together, collars around each of their necks, chains linking the collars. To Cercia, it brought back memories of the ambush and the journey to the fortress.
The guards herded the women into a position in front of the device. A solider stood next to each of the Amazons. Bound and exhausted, the Amazon warriors presented less of a threat.
"Puno," said the dungeon master. "Prepare the brazier, some water, and the strips of white metal".
The ogre turned to the four remaining guards.
"Time for the Princess," he said.
Sempha saw the thug and four soldiers walking towards her. Behind them she could see her four bound warriors. The women stood, pain etched into their faces. Cercia looked the strongest; she was the only one not bleeding.
The Princess felt the ropes fall away. Blood started to flow back into her hands. Soldiers gripped her upper arms, their fingernails pinching. She fought hard but four was too many.
While the men were busy with the Princess, Nemo, Haalet, and Neepa took the opportunity to study the device close up. The whole thing was constructed from metal. There was a seat. The five elongated pieces were cylindrical, an inch thick. The four sections identified for the victim's limbs were constructed from two equal lengths of tubing, the two lengths joined together by something resembling a ball-joint. The fifth, and longer, length was for the subject's back. It was made up of three pieces of tube, again each piece joined together by a ball-joint. Moving up from the seat, the first break behind the victim's back was just under half way up the full length. The second break was near the top end of the length, a fraction below where the victim's head would rest.
The elongated lengths for the limbs were joined to the back of the device by the same type of ball-joints.
The most striking aspect of the contraption was the number of wheels. At each ball-joint there were two wheels, one on each side of the joints. A series of screw mechanisms ran from the wheels along the lengths of tubing.
The soldiers brought the struggling Princess into the centre of the room. They threw her into the device. A guard held each of her limbs while, in turn, the dungeon master roped her wrists, ankles, and neck to the end of each of the five elongated sections. The Princess struggled but the men held her easily. By the time they stepped back to inspect their work, she was tied into the contraption, her arms and legs out straight.
"Let me elaborate on how the device works," he said. "Think of it as a reverse skeleton. It mimics the body's principle joints".
Tolana rattled her chains testing them for strength. Cercia and the twins followed suit. Their efforts were futile.
"Allow me to demonstrate," the dungeon master continued.
The ogre gripped one of the wheels next to Sempha's right elbow. He began to rotate it. The screw mechanism turned and her forearm was raised until it was at an angle of ninety degrees, highlighting her bicep. The Princess balled her fist to test the ropes. They were tight, but not uncomfortably so.
Nemo, Haalet, and Neepa looked on, intrigued. The four junior interrogators also. So far the device seemed less than effective as an interrogation tool.
The dungeon master noticed their expressions.
"Patience," he said, smiling. The inventor turned the wheel until Sempha's right arm was once again straight.
"Now imagine this. You see what occurs when I rotate the wheel clockwise. The joints bend moving with the body's natural rotation. What then will happen when I turn it counterclockwise?"
The onlookers began to understand. So did the trapped Amazons.
Sempha heard his words, recognizing the full horror of the equipment's potential. She twisted her limbs. They moved freely enough. She thought that perhaps she could avoid the worst of the torture by turning her arms and legs within the rope binding.
"Again," said the brute, enjoying the attention. "Please watch".
He rotated the same wheel, but in the opposite direction. The ball-joint began to turn. The tubing resting against the victim's forearm started to move down, slowly bending her forearm backwards in conflict with her elbow's natural movement.
The Princess felt the bones in her forearm jar against her elbow. She twisted her wrist, the new position lessening some of the pain.
The thug continued to rotate the wheel. Little by little the device pulled against her elbow joint. She managed to twist her arm again to lessen the pain, but she knew it would not be long before her elbow was broken.
She felt panic rising. Her body was slick with sweat. Her breathing quickened, her magnificent chest rising and falling. Everyone in the room sensed her fear. Some became excited, others angry.
The pain mounted. Just as her bones began to crunch against each other, the sensation odd – sickening - the dungeon master stopped and returned the wheel to its neutral position. Sempha's arm lay flat once again. Her breathing leveled.
"See this," said the inventor, pointing at the second wheel near to the elbow ball-joint. "Observe".
The Princess watched him turn the second wheel. She felt the tubing under her forearm moving again. Only this time it was forcing her forearm out sideways, away from her body. She was able to twist her arm within the bindings but, as before, she knew it would not be long before her elbow would snap.
The dungeon master searched his victim's face. Her efforts at hiding the agony were useless. He could spot the signs. The ogre began to revel in satisfaction; the years of work, motivated by a desire for vengeance against the woman who had humiliated him, were worth it.
Nemo swallowed hard; the full impact of the device's hideous capabilities registered. Haalet stood mesmerized as much by the Princess's swaying breasts as by the contraption to which she was bound. Neepa looked up at the King and grinned.
'The traitor appears to be enjoying this,' thought Nemo. 'And she seems such a gentle person'.
Cercia screamed. The gag rendered her protest ineffectual.
The wheel's tension increased. The chief interrogator knew she couldn't take much more. But he wanted to complete the demonstration before she broke. He wanted to flaunt his ingenuity.
"Those amongst you with an eye for detail," said the dungeon master, "Will have noticed that the subject can move her limbs to lessen the effect of the device. I have yet to illustrate one last feature".
He looked over to the corner.
"Puno!" called the chief interrogator. "The brazier".
His accomplice brought the pieces. He placed the brazier and a bucket of water next to the device, and handed the white metal strips to the inventor. The dungeon master placed the strips into the hot coals.
"This my friends is the cleverest part!" said the ogre proudly. "The metal strips will be heated until they are pliable. They will then be thrust into the water to neutralize the worst of the heat. Once cooler, but still soft and blisteringly hot, they will be placed across the wrists and ankles of the victim. I fear that bringing the metal straight from the coals onto the subject would produce such agony that the victim would faint. And it would be such a shame for her to miss the first phase of the device in action, particularly since we have such an attentive audience".
He looked at Sempha.
"Besides. We need answers".
His gaze lingered on the Princess, cool resistance in her eyes.
He turned back to the onlookers.
"Once applied to the subject's limb the metal restraint will start to cool. And as it cools, the metal will gather itself around the flesh - and constrict. After twenty minutes the restraint will have reduced in size by approximately a quarter. Unfortunately for the victim, flesh and muscle are too weak to resist. Once fully cold, the subject's limb will be held utterly immovable; melded to the metal tube".
He turned to face Sempha.
"No twisting and turning of the body will be possible," he said, nonchalantly. "Depending on the thickness of the subject's limbs, once the metal has cooled fully it will have cut into the flesh. Looking at our beauty here, I expect the restraint to break her skin but not pulverize her bones".
The Princess gulped.
The thug faced his audience again.
"You can appreciate, then, that once the victim is fully strapped into the device, the apparatus will be able to challenge the body's natural movements with impunity. By way of a concession to the victim's tolerance, we shall meld her limbs to the tubes one at a time. We do not want her continuously fainting".
Ennuta wiped her hands against her tunic.
"I leave it to your imagination what happens," said the brute, a serious tone to his voice, "When the throat is attached".
The Amazon warriors shrieked with terror, trying to divert the attention away from the Princess. Nemo was glad they had been gagged.
Neepa stepped forward.
"I want to congratulate you on an ingenious piece of work," she said.
Murmurs of agreement from the four accomplices.
The dungeon master bowed.
"But can I make a suggestion?" she continued.
"Of course," said the inventor, somewhat surprised.
"What about a gentle introduction?" she continued. "Perhaps the snapping of a finger or two?"
The dungeon master was about to reply, but she carried on regardless.
"No human could withstand the grinding of their elbows or knees in the manner described. We know it's only a matter of time before she talks".
Neepa turned to face the victim.
Sempha glared back. The Princess had underestimated the gag's capacity to increase her sense of powerlessness.
"But she's a stubborn bitch," said the spy. "She'll hold on as long as she can. Foolishly hoping for a nonexistent rescue party to arrive".
Glaina stamped her foot, her face crimson with rage.
"Hasn't it occurred to you Sempha," said Neepa, taunting the bound woman. "Anyone who's anyone in Lumana is in this room. The leader, the head of the army, the head of special operations, and your two most trusted companions. No one back home knows you're even missing. And even if they did, the constitution forbids any person but you from sending forces into conflict on foreign soil. How can you be saved?"
Neepa walked up to the bound woman.
The Princess looked on helplessly. The traitor studied the victim's muscled body. The whip marks acted as gruesome decoration.
Neepa stood behind the device and looked at the four Amazons. She grinned. Four pairs of eyes, burning with indignation, met hers.
The spy reached around the device and placed her hands under Sempha's breasts. The aggressor bounced the Princess's tits up and down, the flesh wobbling violently.
"So much weight," whispered Neepa into her victim's ear. "Too much for one person perhaps?"
The traitor played with the luscious globes. The men amongst the audience laughed. Ennuta too. Sempha closed her eyes, the humiliation unbearable.
Neepa came round from behind the device.
The dungeon master had enjoyed the show. But now he was ready for business. He stepped forward but the spy had not finished.
Neepa reached down and grabbed the Princess's little finger. She started pulling it backwards – hard.
Sempha's eyes widened, the gag holding back a cry.
"What do you say my lord," said Neepa, staring the King full in the eyes. "Just one finger to see if I can make her talk – to satisfy my curiosity? Of course I will have to remove the rag so she can speak".
Nemo looked across to the dungeon master who nodded.
The treacherous Amazon faced Sempha. Sweat glistened on the Princess's defenceless body. Neepa unknotted the rope and Sempha spat out the gag.
"I will never break," hissed Sempha. "Your deception has hardened my resolve".
"The gold," snarled Neepa. "Where's the gold?"
Sempha tried to lunge forward as if to bite the traitor. But her neck was tied; the effort pointless. Neepa released the finger and pulled back, aware of how dangerous the woman could be, even when bound.
The traitor approached again. Sempha bunched her fist. Neepa tried to prize it open but without luck. She called over to the guards. Two of the men came over and obliged, the spy certain she had Sempha's little finger firmly in her grasp before dismissing the men.
"I always hated you," Neepa whispered.
SNAP
Nausea overwhelmed the Princess. She leaned her head back against the device. Blood drained from her face. Her hand went limp, her little finger hanging at an impossible angle.
Neepa grabbed her index finger.
"Enough," said the dungeon master. "You've had your fun".
The traitor walked back towards Nemo, smiling at the King.
The four Amazon warriors looked on in disbelief. They could not understand how they had so badly misjudged Tolana's cousin for all these years.
"We need answers," said the dungeon master. "It's time to see the device in action".
He withdrew one of the strips from the hot coals. It glowed orange in the bright torchlight. He plunged it into the water. It sizzled and steamed.
"My lord," said Neepa, flashing her eyelashes at the King. "I want to be standing next to the Princess when she breaks. Will you join me?"
Nemo could not resist the traitors' big light-brown eyes. Her aura was that of a temptress. And he was captivated.
"With pleasure," he said, putting his arm through hers.
The dungeon master picked up a pair of tongs and withdrew the metal from the bucket.
He studied it.
"Another minute," he said, and put it back into the water.
Sempha was fully alert. Her finger hurt, but nothing she could not handle. The sound of the first restraint being prepared had brought her sharply back to her senses. The Princess heard the traitor speak.
"While we wait," said Neepa. "Can I take a trophy from her body?"
"I don't see why not," said Nemo, enjoying the way Neepa squeezed his arm. "What had you in mind?"
"A lock of hair perhaps?" said Neepa. "Or maybe a nipple?"
Sempha's eyes widened. She thrashed against the ropes. One last chance for escape before the strip of metal melded her flesh to the device. Before her elbows, her knees, her spine, were shattered beyond repair.
"See," said Neepa, pointing at the Princess. "Real fear". Nemo saw the traitor's eye gleam.
The King could begin to see a life past Sempha. He knew the Princess would soon be destroyed. The thought of having a willing Amazon as his partner, one as stunning as Neepa, made his heart flutter.
"Of course my dear," he said.
"Stand close while I work on her," said Neepa. "For years to come we'll want to remember the look on Sempha's face as we complete her humiliation – in all its delicious detail".
She pulled Nemo closer to the victim. The King was under the spell of his new Amazon friend.
"May I borrow your knife," she said.
"Wouldn't you prefer to use yours?" asked Nemo.
"Yes, of course," she grinned, her eyes sparkling. "But I don't have it with me. I know it is forbidden for a person to be armed in your presence unless first sworn into the army". She smiled. "That's a privilege I have yet to enjoy".
The King laughed.
"Here," he said, passing her his dagger.
She noticed the rubies and sapphires encrusted in the handle.
Neepa stepped forward just as the dungeon master pulled out the metal strip to check its temperature. The metal glowed orange. It smelt of charcoal.
"The first restraint's ready," he said.
"Neepa. Wait!" said the King, holding back the spy.
Everyone watched as the ogre drew the steaming metal closer to Sempha's wrist.
Rivers of sweat ran down between the Princess's quivering breasts. Her heart raced. She snatched at her breath, her chest heaving. Her body had never looked more beautiful.
The dungeon master reached down with his free hand and held her forearm flat. She bucked and twisted her arm. He pushed her wrist flat again. Once more she resisted, refusing to present him with the perfect angle for the vicious metal.
"Here," said the thug to one of the guards. "Hold her arm".
The guard walked over.
"Can I go first?' said Neepa, her eyes imploring the King.
"Please," said Nemo to the ogre. "Let Neepa have her moment. I promise this will be the last time you are disturbed".
"Of course," said the chief interrogator reluctantly. He stood back, the metal still red-hot in the tongs.
Neepa reached up and placed her mouth next to the King's ear.
"I'm going to take a nipple," she whispered, grinning at him for approval.
Nemo was smitten.
"I want you to hold her breast for me while I cut," she said, pouting.
"As you like," said Nemo.
Together they stepped forward.
Sempha glared at the King. He could not hold her gaze.
Nemo bent forward and held the Princess's left breast. Like the previous two nights, he enjoyed its weight as it rested in his hand.
The victim struggled, her free breast bouncing vigorously. The King squeezed the soft defenseless flesh, holding it steady. Sempha twisted her torso in a final attempt to save her nipple.
"Hold her still," said Neepa.
"I've got her," said Nemo.
The traitor leaned forward, the King's knife in her hand. She grasped the Princess's nipple and pulled it forward. Neepa placed the shiny blade against the elongated nipple and ran the steel up and down the pebbly pink skin.
The two women locked eyes.
"I'm going to keep this precious momento," hissed the spy. "I'll wash it and put it in a jar. It will remind me of the day I got even with you".
"Take a piece of my body if you must," snarled the Princess. "You'll never have my soul".
Two things happened so quickly. No one was truly sure how.
Neepa swung out her left leg. Her foot crunched into the dungeon master's hand, pushing the sizzling metal into his eye. Before Nemo had time to react, Neepa swung round and grabbed him from behind, the dagger held against his throat.
She was strong. Much stronger than the King.
The guards drew their swords.
"No one moves," she yelled, "Or else the King dies. Tell them, you bastard," she hissed into his ear.
A drop of blood appeared on Nemo's scraggy neck.
"Do as she says," said the King, the sharpened blade resting against his windpipe. "All of you. Obey her".
"Follow my instructions," said Neepa.
Within minutes the five freed Amazons had tied their aggressors. Haalet and the guards were chained together and manacled to the dungeon floor.
The dungeon master was strapped to the "T", his face a mass of charred flesh, his eye blank.
"Give me some time with him," said Amphora.
"No," said Glaina. "Not now".
"With any of them," she cried, looking at the four accomplices hanging upside down from the ceiling.
"No".
They bound the king. Staying close together, they walked up the stairs and into the sunlit courtyard, four swords and two knives pressed against Nemo's body.
They were allowed to proceed unchallenged. Even for the champion archers, a rescue attempt was too risky.
Horses were provided.
"Tell them Nemo," said Neepa.
"No one follows," said the King. "On pain of death".
The six Amazons rode away, the King sitting in front of Neepa on her large gray horse.
After riding for two days, and satisfied that they were alone, the Amazons released the King.
It took him six days to walk back.
* * *
"I'm sorry about your finger," said Neepa. The Princess hugged her. They had crossed the boundary into Lumana and had stopped for water.
"I had to deceive them completely," Tolana's cousin continued. "It wouldn't have worked any other way".
"A finger's a small price to pay for my life," said Sempha, "And those of the others".
"Why did you do it?" said the Princess. "Why did you risk your life? If they'd have guessed your strategy you would have been tortured more brutally than any of us".
"For Amphora," said Neepa, reaching across to the amber-eyed beauty.. "The love of my life".
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Three bounty hunters stood before the huge man. The black eye patch heightened his menacing appearance. The three mercenaries had agreed to his request for a meeting away from the castle.
The big man finished describing the woman.
"Bring her to me," he said.
"What's in it for us?" they asked.
"Wealth beyond your wildest dreams," he said. "And a night with the most beautiful female you will ever see".
The three men left, each heading in a different direction. The bounty hunters had some knowledge of Lumana. Most importantly, they knew the Amazons were dangerous in the extreme.
When they were out of sight the large man sat down on a rock.
"Next time I will be alone with you," he said out-loud. "There will be no distractions. Your screams will deafen me. My mouth will be salivating from the taste of your fear. I will smell your charred flesh, the scythe burned into your chest. I shall watch while you squirm. And you will tell me everything I want to know".
He threw a stone against a tree.
"And the sense of your spirit breaking will stay with me forever".
For the first time in ages a smile crossed his cruel lips.
"No one denies the dungeon master for a third time".
To be continued…
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