The Interrogator. 
By Hardie, Hardiewh@aol.com
A male battalion is betrayed, and slaughtered by the Femlib army. 


This story contains explicit sexual material and should be read only by
adults.

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Ellen selected the largest of the male prisoners to interrogate first.

She found that, very often, it was the biggest man who had the least

resistance to her techniques, and this one also happened to be a Staff

Intelligence Officer, so he probably had valuable information at his

disposal.

She always started her interrogation by softening up her victims. This

guy was tall, well muscled and powerfully built. She wondered how he'd

take to being beaten up by a girl!

"Tell me why the seventh battalion has withdrawn from its position," she

ordered.

"Never!" replied her prisoner.

Ellen sighed, but inwardly she felt a surge of excitement. She was going

to have to make him talk!

"Take his clothes off," she instructed the guards. In no time at all the

man was standing to attention, stark naked, before her.

"I see from your documents that you are Captain William Evans. Well,

Captain Evans," she stood up and moved towards him, "I have a little

surprise for you. Stand at.ease!"

Automatically, the soldier assumed the position, feet twelve inches

apart, hands clasped behind his back, chest out, shoulders back..a most

vulnerable position.

Ellen smashed her fist into the man's balls. As he doubled over in

agonised surprise, the girl grasped his hair, pulled down on his head,

and jerked her knee up into his face, once, then twice, splitting his

nose and numbing his senses so that he sank to his knees, head down,

clutching his genitals.

The girl clenched her fists, raised her arms high in the air and brought

her fists crashing down on the nape of the big man's neck. He plunged

face down onto the floor, dazed, whimpering with fear as the terrible

young girl interrogator placed a foot firmly on the back of the man's

neck, twisted one brawny arm up behind his back and heaved with all her

might.

He screamed as ligaments in his shoulder ripped apart and the arm became

almost useless.

Then the girl turned him onto his back, pulled a chair over, sat down

and placed her foot on the sobbing man's throat.

"It's up to you, sunshine," drawled Ellen. "You're going to tell me

sooner or later. No little soldier boy can stand up to my torture. My

beatings will break your spirit and my willpower will overwhelm your

pathetic male ego until you're grovelling at my feet, begging to tell me

all about you're next anti-feminist operations. I shall hold you by the

shoulder, smile into your face, and drive my knee into your balls again

and again and make you scream with an agony a hundred times worse than

you feel now!"

"That's what I want to do. I don't want you to break too soon because I

enjoy hurting men. I get excited when I hear men scream and plead with

me to stop. I have orgasms when my knee whaps into your big, dangling

balls, and I love it when you finally break and it all comes pouring out

as I stand over your broken body, holding you by the hair, my fist ready

to smack into your mouth if I think for one moment you have told me a

lie."

"Then again, if you tell me all you know right now I will have time to

start beating up some of your buddies instead, and I'd like that too. As

a reward for being a good little boy I will use my fingers to caress

your balls, maybe give them a gentle squeeze, then stroke your cock

until it gets really hard!"

"Then I'll wank you off. Would you like that? What's it to be soldier

boy, knee or fingers. Pain or pleasure. It's up to you!"

She bent over and caressed his cock with silky fingers. His body

trembled and his member stiffened. Ellen smiled. She cupped his balls.

He thrust upwards with his pelvis, desperate, despite his pain, for the

relief which only a girl could give. Ellen's fingers slid up the shaft

of the man's now throbbing cock.

Sweat poured from his body. Then he broke down and told the Femlib agent

all she wanted to know.

Two days later his battalion made a bold thrust against the Femlib

forces in the East. By making a forced march round the base of the

mountain flanking the women's positions, the male battalion hoped to

take the girls by surprise and gain a swift victory. But, thanks to

Ellen, the Femlib commanders knew what was coming.

The female soldiers were well dug in, in camouflaged positions on both

sides of the valley through which the men had to travel, and they waited

patiently until the whole male battalion moved into their 'killing

ground'.

Then all hell broke loose. Mines placed alongside the road were

detonated, shredding the soft skins of lorries full of troops, setting

the vehicles alight, spilling some of them over on their sides.

Girl machine gunners sprayed the column with fire, scything down panic

stricken male soldiers as they tried to escape from their blazing

vehicles; pouring fire into undamaged lorries, mowing down the men

inside even before they could disembark to fight.

Female snipers lined up their sights on officers, or anyone else who

tried to organise male resistance, and shot them down with calm

efficiency.

Then the whistles blew. Ammunition had to be preserved. The girls fixed

their bayonets, broke cover and charged the shocked survivors of the

crack male battalion. Lithe young girl warriors, clad only in boots,

denim shorts and combat shirts, tore into their male adversaries.

Hair flying, limbs flashing, bayonets thrusting, the girls went on an

orgy of killing. No man could stand against them. Those who tried to

flee were chased down and hacked to death by fleet footed maidens. Those

who tried to resist were overwhelmed by ferocious female fighters, and

those who tried to surrender were contemptuously despatched by girls to

whom surrender was not an option.

Within fifteen minutes, the slaughter was complete. Male bodies lay in

piles along both sides of the road. Smoke rose from burnt out vehicles,

scantily clad girls moved among the carnage, collecting weapons and

ammunition, a rich haul, as hardly any shots had been fired by the male

soldiers. Here and there a short cry ended a plea for mercy, as a girl

found a surviving man and calmly cut his throat.

Victory for the Femlib viragos was total.

When the news got back to Ellen, she smiled with relief. Her prisoner

had given her the right information; information which had led to the

death of a thousand of his fellow soldiers.

Ellen was filled with disgust at the man's cowardice. She summoned him

to her presence.

He was brought in and stood naked up against the wall. Slowly Ellen

stripped off her skirt and shirt moved sinuously towards him in her bra

and briefs. She smiled grimly as she saw his cock rising. This was going

to be one very disappointed young man!

Ellen stopped when she was a foot away from him. She looked up into the

eyes of the muscular male who towered over her and saw fear. Now he was

beginning to realise that the girl who had beaten him up and forced him

to disclose his knowledge of troop dispositions was going to terrorise

him once again.

"No, please.." he began, but to no avail. Ellen smashed her knee into

the man's tautened balls, with stunning force, making him scream in

agony as he clutched at his crushed testicles.

The man's large body would have dropped to the floor, but the girl held

him up with a forearm jammed across his throat.

Then she began to punch. Blow after blow smacked into the devastated

soldier's body. Female knuckles sank into male flesh, pulping muscles,

as he sagged helplessly in her grip.

Only when she tired of hitting him, did the girl let his massive body

sink to the floor, where he lay sprawled at her feet, sobs of pain and

despair wracking his mighty frame.

Ellen kicked him onto his back. Carefully she lowered herself onto his

drum like chest and stared contemptuously into his tear filled eyes.

"So long, soldier boy," she purred. "Thanks for the information."

Then she strangled the man to death.

THE END