The Tale of Velatha: Part 12 – Lorathana's Interrogation

“Wake up, elf,” a high-pitched voice goblin growled. Lorathana slowly awoke. She groaned. Her whole body ached with an intense burning and pain. She was exhausted. She wondered how long she had slept. It was impossible to tell from her windowless cell. “Rise and shine,” the voice said.

It was a goblin. Lorathana started to cry. “Please, I need to rest more. I know nothing more to tell you. I have told you everything,” she started babbling, in a panic. She knew they were waking her up to interrogate her more.

The goblin simply chuckled. “We shall see if you have anything more to tell us.” Lorathana’s wrists were tied to one of the bars of her cell and the goblin undid the knot and hauled her to her feet. “Please! No more!” Lorathana wailed. She knew she was being taken to an interrogation room. It was where she was taken every day. It was where they tortured her and asked her questions.

Lorathana truly had no more information to give them. On the 3rd day of her torture, she had completely broken and spilled everything she knew about Kahshara’s army and its government and its cities and its defenses. But still they had continued to torture her and ask her questions. Each day she screamed in agony and begged and pleaded with them to believe her that she knew nothing else. But they either didn’t believe her or didn’t care.

As Lorathana was dragged form her cell and towards the doorway, she glanced at the adjoining cell. It was empty. Magthyra must already be in an interrogation room being tortured and questioned. She was suffering the same fate as Lorathana.

And sure enough, after the goblin took Lorathana through the door and into a hallway of closed doors, she heard pained screams coming from some of the rooms. She assumed that one of those screaming was Magthyra. The others were likely other captive elf maiden soldiers who had been brought here to be tortured and interrogated.

Lorathana was taken into the first room that had an open door, meaning it was not yet being used, and the goblin shut it behind them. This room was also windowless, dimly lit with lanterns, and Lorathana breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the goblin inside was not Gnarlug. Gnarlug was by far the worst one. A few minutes with him was pure hell, let alone an entire day. Worse than pure hell, really. It was hell with any of the interrogators. Gnarlug was much, much worse. Lorathana did not recognize this particular goblin that she knew would soon be her interrogator. But she knew she would not like whatever he had in store for her.

In the room was a pillory stockade and the goblin who led her into the room took her straight over to it. He bent her over at the waist and lowered her neck and wrists into the slots of the stockade, then swung the upper portion of the device into place, securing her neck and wrists. He bent down, grabbing an ankle, and pulled her leg wider, then secured her leg with a cuff that was affixed to one of the lateral posts of the stockade. He did the same with her other ankle, to the opposite post, so that her legs were parted wide. She was now bent over, her ass jutting out, her pussy exposed, and her limbs secured. She was completely helpless.

Lorathana started to sob, knowing that some horrible pain was about to be inflicted on her. She had once been a brave general. Now she was a terrified, broken shell.

Now that she was secured, the goblin that brought her into the room slapped her ass and then exited the room, leaving her alone with the other goblin, her interrogator. That goblin circled around and grabbed her chin. “You and I will have some fun today,” he growled. “And you can save me a lot of trouble and yourself a lot of pain if you answer my questions. Tell me about any secret tunnels leading in or out of Kahshara’s capitol.”

“Please, I have no idea,” Lorathana whimpered, her voice trembling. “I have never lived in Melhanore. I have only visited it a few times. If there are secret tunnels, it is not something they told us in the army. Please, you must believe me!” She started to cry. She knew the goblin would not take her word for it.

“I do not believe you, slave,” he growled. The goblin walked out her view. He returned a moment later holding a bamboo cane. He traced the shaft of the cane over the curves of her right breast, which was dangling below her in her bent over position.

“Please I am telling the truth! I swear it!” Lorathana cried as she started bucking and straining against the stockade, desperate to free herself and escape the torment she knew was coming. But of course, she was tightly secured. There was no escape.

The goblin began to lightly tap the cane against her nipple. “Shall I thrash your lovely tits?” he wondered out loud. He shook his head and circled around to her rear. “No, you have such a nice ass. It will be more fun to thrash that.”

“Please! If I knew anything, I would tell you!” Lorathana cried as the goblin began to rub the shaft of the cane against her protruding ass.

“Liar!” the goblin snarled. There were four loud cracks as the goblin brought the cane down, as hard as he could, each one cutting across her outthrust ass with fill force. Lorathana felt an intense searing pain across her ass cheeks where the cane had sliced into them and she threw her head back and screamed, bucking wildly in the stockade, thrashing her ass around in the air from the intense, searing sting she felt.

“Change your mind and ready to talk?” the goblin growled.

“I don’t know any…” Lorathana’s response turned into a pained scream again as there was another loud crack and the goblin struck her ass again, striking a new area and adding another line of fierce, burning agony across her ass cheeks.

The goblin began thrashing her ass over and over, striping it with nasty red welts, many bleeding where the skin broke. Lorathana screamed and screamed, bucking wildly in her stockade, the pain overwhelming her.

The goblin paused the beating. “Tell me about the tunnels!” he snarled.

“I do not know if there are any tunnels!” Lorathana wailed. “Please if you ask me anything I know, I will tell you!” she cried.  Lorathana had learned what had happed when the orcs tried but failed to seize the capitol of Argothrond  through secret tunnels.  But she truly had no idea if Melhanore had similar secret tunnels.

But the goblin was only interested in the tunnels and he thrashed her ass more. Lorathana screamed in agony until her voice gave out. This went on for what seemed like an eternity. The goblin kept repeating his questions about the tunnels and beating Lorathana’s ass with the cane when she could not provide an answer.

Finally, the goblin stopped. “Tell me how many soldiers are in the capitol,” he demanded.

This was something that Lorathana knew at least a little about. “I believe a few thousand, no more than 4,000.  Probably way less now,” she said. “Most of our army was sent to the borders to guard it from an intrusion.” She was crushed with guilt to reveal this sensitive information. She felt herself a traitor. But after spending a week here, she could not resist. She would tell them anything she could to try and lessen her torture, because most of the time they asked her questions for which she did not know the answers.

The goblin started to ask her numerous questions about the troops in the capitol and Lorathana gave up everything she knew. When the goblin finished his questions, he said “Good little slut. Now for a reward.”

“Please some water,” Lorathana whimpered.

But that was not the reward the goblin had in mind. He crouched down behind her and Lorathana winced as his face began to press in between her tender, thrashed ass cheeks. Then she felt his tongue slide into her moist folds. Lorathana groaned in dismay. The pain that was inflicted on her here was obviously the worst part of her experience. But when they forced pleasure on her it was humiliating and degrading. The thought of her body being pleasured by the vile monsters made her ashamed.

As his tongue began to worm its way around her pussy, Lorathana began to squirm around and twitch, feeling her loins beginning to grow warm and tingly. “No, please stop,” she whimpered as she began to sweat and breath heavily. When the goblin’s tongue grazed against her now swollen clit, Lorathana let out a small moan. She bit her lip to try to suppress the arousal. But it was no use. Soon the wet squelching sound of the goblins tongue lapping at her slickening pussy filled the room, as did the strong smell of her arousal. The taste and smell and sound of her arousal only encouraged the goblin and he began flicking at her clit with his tongue before adjusting his head so he was crouched under her and he took her aching, tingling clit into his mouth and began to suck on it as his tongue continued to flick at and tease it. Lorathana moaned again.

Lorathana was breathing heavily, bathed in sweat, squirming wildly as she was brought closer and closer to climax. She bit her lip and shook her head back and forth, trying once again to ignore or suppress her arousal, but the moans that escaped her lips revealed it to be a losing battle.

Lorathana tried to think of anything to take her mind off the arousal. The distraction didn’t help her and when her mind snapped back to reality, she realized she was pushing her hips back, grinding her pussy against the goblin’s mouth and tongue. She tried to stop herself but it was too late, and Lorathana gasped as the orgasm hit her, and she began to shudder as her pussy began to spasm in the goblin’s mouth as waves of pleasure overtook her and the goblin eagerly lapped up the juices that flooded his mouth.

Lorathana dropped her head and cried softly, thoroughly ashamed. The goblin moved away and when he returned, Lorathana felt the cane rubbing against her sore ass cheeks once again. She started sobbing harder, knowing she was about to be questioned again.

“Tell me about the kingdoms that border Kahshara and their plans to come to its aid,” he asked.

Lorathana moaned in dismay and then resumed her sobbing. “I have already told you everything I know about the other kingdoms,” she wailed. Indeed, she had been questioned about that topic multiple times and each time had told everything she knew.

“Then tell me again,” the goblin growled and Lorathana started saying everything she knew about Rynhil, Helrion, Bromendier, and Ullfaserine. She told the goblin that Kahshara had sent multiple requests to those kingdoms and others pleading for aid. She told him that she understood that Rynhil, Helrion, and Ullfaserine had promised to send its armies but that she had no idea when they actually would or how many soldiers they would send.

“We already know all this!” the goblin snarled.

“Yes, because I have already told you everything I know!” Lorathana wailed, frustrated and terrified.

“We shall see, “the goblin growled. There was a swish of the cane slicing through the air and then a loud splat as it connected with flesh. Lorathana felt an explosion of searing pain between her legs. The goblin had thrashed the cane into her pussy.

The gaining pain was unbearable, and Lorathana let out a tortured scream. With all the blood flowing to her loins after her sexual arousal and orgasm, she was extra sensitive down there, making the searing pain that much worse.

The goblin swung the cane a few more times, each time, slashing the cane across her labia or in between them. Lorathana lurched against the pillory, bucking madly as she screamed in agony.

“Please ask me questions for which I know and I will answer them!” she balled as she continued bucking. “Please! I can’t take anymore!”

“You will take as much as I want to give you, if you don’t tell me something useful about those other kingdoms!” the goblin snarled and he sliced the cane a few more times into her tender sex. Lorathana’s scream reached a shriller pitch of intensity from the unbearable pain.

The goblin thrashed her poor pussy over and over. The goblin had stopped asking her any questions and just listened to the tortured screams as she bucked, and kicked, and thrashed around in the pillory as she was overwhelmed by the searing pain between her legs.

Finally, the pain overwhelmed her mind and she passed out.

…………….

Lorathana woke up, after having passed out from the pain.  She moaned in pain as she sat up.

 

She looked around to find she was now in a room with Magthyra, the elf maiden who was once her lieutenant, and now was just another prisoner in this horrible interrogation facility run by the goblins.

Magthyra was chained up, being interrogated by a goblin. The chains were suspended from her ceiling and Magthyra’s wrists were locked in manacles attached to the chains, holding her arms high above her head. She was hanging limp from her wrists, slumped forward, barely conscious. When Lorathana saw the goblin that was interrogating Magthyra, her heart started pounding, in sheer terror. It was Gnarlug. He was the head interrogator and by far the worst of them. Though he always acted with a mock sense of sympathy, he was vicious and sadistic. There were a couple other goblins in the room and one of them noticed that Lorathana was awake. He nudged Gnarlug to alert him.

Gnarlug turned to see Lorathana and he smiled. “Oh, our sweet little general is awake. Time to play with her,” he announced. He pointed to the corner of the room. “Place her on her favorite toy.”

Lorathana turned to look in the corner and she wailed in dismay. Sitting in the corner was triangular wedge of wood, resting upon metal legs. A wooden horse. One of the most painful and tortuous devices that had been used on Lorathana. The goblins hurried over to her and grabbed her arms. One of them wrenched her arms behind her back and bound them. “No! Please no!” she wailed as the goblins dragged her over to the corner.

Without any delay they lifted her up and placed her over the horse, so that she was straddling it. Lorathana squealed in agony as her tender sex pressed against the sharp edge of the wood. Her squeals grew louder as her weight pressed the wooder deeper into her sex. She threw her head back and wailed like an animal as her full weight sank onto the sharp wooden edge. “Please, I will answer your questions! Just take me down!” she cried. Her feet began flailing, trying to find the ground but unable to.

“There are stakes in the floor that will give your relief, if you can find them, dear,” Gnarlug called to her. “Move your legs out farther to find them. I am sure your pretty little cunt would appreciate it.”

Lorathana’s feet kicked around frantically as she tried to find the stakes. Her frantic, pained cries filled the room as she continued trying to find the stakes and gain some relief from the wood biting into her poor pussy with the full weight of her body pressing her down.

“Pull your legs wider, silly elf” Gnarlug repeated her and Lorathana pulled her feel apart wider until she found the stakes embedded in the floor. She placed her feet on them and stretched up, standing on her toes to relieve slightly the agonizing pressure between her legs. Gnarlug chuckled as she desperately tried to hold herself up to give herself just a little relief from the sharp wood biting deep into her poor pussy.

The goblins were not done setting up her torment. One tied some rope to her bindings securing her arms behind her back. Lorathana struggled to stay balanced on her toes as her arms were bound behind her. Her arms secured, the goblin threw the other end up and over a beam in the ceiling. When the goblin pulled that end taught, it forced Lorathana to bend forward, and she let out an agonized scream as her clit was pressed into the sharp edge of the wood. She tried to lift herself up on her toes more, to lessen the cruel bite of the wood into her sensitive clit. But her calves and thighs were already beginning to quiver. She knew she would not be able to hold herself up much longer.

“Please!” she wailed. “Please take me down! I have answered all your questions. I have told you everything I know!”

Gnarlug stepped over to her and gently stroked her cheek with fake sympathy. “I know it hurts. But I cannot take you down until you tell me some useful information. Tell me about your king and queen.”

In a panic, Lorathana began calling out every fact she knew about the king and queen. She had met them only briefly, and only once. Everything she knew about them was information any elf in the kingdom would know. She had no special insight.

Gnarlug shook his head. “I am afraid that is not good enough, dear,” he said in his fake sympathetic tone.

As Lorathana continued babbling everything she could think of about the king and queen, she struggled to stay on her toes. Her calves were starting to throb. She knew what would happen. When the strain became too great, she would be forced to lower herself back down on the edge, increasing the agonizing pain of the wood biting into her poor sex as her weight pressed her down. Once that pain would become too much too bear, which would be in only a few seconds, she would have to tried to lift herself back up on her does, exchanging the agonizing stabbing pain in her sex for the painful strain on her legs. And she knew her legs would not be able to hold her up for very long and up and down she would go again a perverse, agonizing ride upon this cruel wooden horse.

Lorathana wailed as her legs gave out and she sank down onto the sharp wood. She threw were head back and screamed as the wood bit cruelly into her pussy. It hurt so much. She tried to lift herself up again, and already she could feel her legs straining and throbbing. She managed to hold herself up for only a brief moment before she sank back down again, eliciting more agonized screams from her. She started babbling about the king and queen, telling the goblins that King Aquilan was considered by most in the kingdom to be a very wise and skilled leader, but that his wife Queen Felaenya was supposedly even smarter.

“We know all this, dear,” Gnarlug said. “I am afraid that will not earn you the right to dismount your toy.” Lorathana cried out in pain and frustration. She started to shake. Her legs muscles were now cramping as she desperately tried to hold herself up again and she had to sink back down, causing renewed agonizing pain as her poor sex was pressed down onto the sharp angle of the wood.

Gnarlug watched, amused as Lorathana was locked in her tortuous rhythm, riding up and down, each time only able to hold herself up for a few seconds at most.

“Tell me something useful dear.” Gnarlug said.

“I will tell you anything you want! Please just take down!’ Lorathana screamed. Gnarlug turned to the pair of goblins who had put Lorathana on the horse and nodded to them. They walked over to a rack on the wall and each crabbed a wooden cane. They returned to Lorathana and when she saw them, she started sobbing harder. She knew what was coming next.

“Please!” she wailed. “I do not know anything!” One of the goblins moved behind her. He swung the cane and with a loud thwap, it sliced a single fiery red line across her ass cheeks. Lorathana screamed in pain and began bucking involuntarily from the searing pain, which only dug the wood even more painfully into her crotch. The other goblin stood in front of her and he swung his cane, catching he across her breasts. Lorathana howled in agony and began bucking more. Back and forth, the goblins began thrashing her ass and breasts, causing Lorathana to buck violently and scream. As painful as the lashes were, it was nothing compared to the horrible pain she felt in her groin as the she rocked back and forth on the wooden edge.

When she was on the verge of passing out from the searing pain between her legs, Gnarlug raised his hand to stop the goblins. He reached out to stroke Lorathana’s cheek again.

“Tell me about the prince,” he said.

Lorathana was on the verge of passing out, her mind overwhelmed from pain. But until she mercifully passed out, she knew the only way to earn relief from the excruciating pain was to tell these goblins something, anything that they considered useful. She started to babble as she relayed everything she knew about Prince Taladiir. It was not much. But as she tried to think of anything and everything, she relayed she had heard. “I have heard he is somewhat weak-minded and timid,” she whimpered, repeating gossip she had heard.

“Interesting,” Gnarlug said. “Anything else?”

“No, but please if I knew, I would tell you!” Lorathana wailed. Her legs muscles had now given out. They were cramping fiercely and there was no more strength in them. All she could do was try to lean forward or backwards, to ease the pain in one area between her legs, trading worse pain in one area for another. But with her arms secured as they were behind her, she was pitched forward, bearing her weight down, crushing her poor clit against the wood.

Gnarlug nodded to the other goblins again and they once gain began thrashing her tilts and ass with their canes. She started bucking and jerking again as her ass and tits were mercilessly lashed and her poor pussy was tortured even more from her movements. Finally, the pain was too much for Lorathana. Her mind shut down and she fell unconscious.

Gnarlug sighed. “Let us leave her and go play with the other one,” he announced. Magthyra start to sob, knowing that the attention would now be on her once again.

“Put her up on the horse beside her friend,” Gnarlug said. “But just for some fun, for you. Play with them both until you grow bored. They clearly know nothing more that is useful.  We will have to inquire more about this weak prince.  After you finish with these two elves tonight, we will have them sent off to one of the labor camps.” He started to depart the room. As he exited, he heard Magthyra’s agonized scream as she was placed over the wooden horse and he chuckled. He truly loved his job.

(End of Part 12, to be continued...)