It was a cool morning, one where drops of dew still clung to the blades of grass. The military encampment woke to life and started their morning routines. The smoke from various breakfast campfires clouded the air making it seem as though a light fog blanketed the area.
A man, the Interrogator as he was known around the camp, had a special task that morning. He briskly walked through the camp, satchel hugged tightly to his chest. Hushed whispers and discreet glances by both soldiers and camp followers followed his footsteps, though he paid them no attention.
His focus was elsewhere. He neared a large white tent where a young guard stood watch outside, spear in hand and his shield to his side. The soldier wore a leather cuirass which offered light protection, not that he was likely to need it at his post. His bored expression immediately changed to one of uneasiness when he saw the Interrogator approach.
"Sir," saluted the soldier, whose voice was brittle, but still professional. "The prisoners are ready for your interrogation."
The Interrogator gave a gesture of thanks with an open palm and a tilt of his head. He pulled open the canvas door and walked into the tent where another guard stood. This one was an older veteran with a hefty belly poking out of his armor. He was just inside the entrance of the tent observing two female prisoners, both blindfolded and gagged, each tied up naked on a wooden horse style bench. They laid with their bellies face down, their arms and legs draped down and tied to the legs of the furniture, and their behinds left exposed.
The tent was far more spacious than it needed to be. Apart from the two wooden horses with the women on them, a simple wooden table had been placed off to the side. Despite it's spacious interior, the tent still offered a respite from the cool air outside and privacy for the man's work.
"I would like some alone time with my prisoners," the Interrogator calmly expressed to the guard.
The guard merely nodded and grunted something before he exited the tent.
The Interrogator carefully placed his satchel onto the table and unlatched it. He dug through his bag and gently removed two sets of anal beads along with a large vial of clear liquid that he gently placed onto the table and aligned with the beads. He walked up to each of the prisoners, but paid no attention to them while he checked the security of their ropes, a habit he had formed after an incident when a prisoner had gotten himself free and left a scar on the Interrogator's face that extended from his left cheek down to his chin.
Satisfied with the state of their bondage, his attention turned towards the two women. His superiors had notified him that they were both camp followers, an herb picker and a prostitute, who were caught working against the army. The first woman had black hair that was speckled with strands of gray. He assumed her to be the herb picker due to her thin form and short nails. The other woman, and the chubbier of the two, had long brunette hair that draped down to the floor. There was no doubt that the soldiers enjoyed grabbing onto her hair like the reigns of a horse while pumping against her plush bottom.
When the Interrogator broke the silence, the chubby woman flinched while the slim woman merely cocked her head. He slowly covered his introduction to ensure that the women heard and understood his every word. "Good morning. The two of you have been very naughty. You've been spying for the enemy, giving them information of our camp activities and soldiers, and actively working to sabotage our army. I'll give you one opportunity and only one. If you are the first to speak and give me good information when I take out your gags, you will be free to go. Of course, you will be escorted far away from the encampment, but otherwise you will be free. The other, will have the full blame placed on them and will receive a special kind of obedience training. Refuse to speak, and you will both share the same fate."
The Interrogator prided himself on being a man of his word and although he didn't have the authority to do as he promised, he could certainly sway the camp commander to follow through with his promise. Nonetheless, he hoped that they would refuse to talk.
He delicately removed their gags and blindfolds. The chubby prostitute quivered and her eyes looked red as if she had been crying throughout the night. The slim herb picker, however, glared at him with an intense hatred and hurled several insults at him as soon as her mouth was free. The man waited for a moment to see if any information would be forthcoming after the initial introductions, but neither revealed anything.
When he saw that they would not give him his information, he grinned while clapping his hands together and said, "Wonderful! It would have been a boring morning for me if you would have spoiled your secrets so soon."
The Interrogator strolled back to the table, a slight spring in his step now. He grabbed one set of anal beads, which had eight metal spheres of equal size connected by a length of string and a knotted loop at the end. The two women looked at him and the dangling toy. They exchanged confused looks with each other.
The herb picker cackled. "You're going to torture us with sex toys? That's your technique?" mocked the prisoner, shaking her head incredulously.
He ignored her comment and addressed the two of them. "These sex toys are infused with a magical enchantment, one that I made myself." He mischievously looked directly at the herb picker, "Are you ready to find out what it does?"
"Sure, shove it up your own ass and we'll find out!" cursed the more talkative woman. "We aren't going to tell you anything."
"I absolutely believe you when you say you won't tell me anything," he said while looking directly at the hate filled eyes of the woman. "I'm sure you have a good reason to hate our army, but you must still face punishment for your crimes against our army."
