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Mother Confessor:

Removing the chemical resistant apron, and tying it onto my slender frame. Grabbing my box of long needles and my protective gloves, expending the few moments waiting for the serum to come to full effect on the restrained soldier. The smooth clear material felt pleasant on my partially exposed breasts.

“What did you give him”, the senior officer asks me, as I place the items beside the manual.

“A potent mix of truth serums” ,I answer his question, admiring his curiosity.

Training my attention back to the vulgar, drugged man sitting before me. Seating myself at his side on a mobile stool, preparing myself to intensify my technique on him. Reaching my hand out, taking him in my tender grip at his chin.

“Would you like to tell your Head Mistress what she would like to know, or are you going to be a naughty boy” , I politely ask the confrontational man, keeping the light tone of authority present in my soft tone.

Giving my inquiry time to sink into his now opening mind. Feeling my arousal intensify in my genitalia, starting to moisten my under garment.

“Yes Head Mistress, what would you like to know”, the man starts to loosen under the drug.

“Good, you are willing to cooperate with me Mr. Riley” , I reward him, “Would you like to tell the class about what the Confederation had intended for Pluto?”

Keeping a mild tone for his complacency, stroking his cheek softly with my left hand.

“From what I was privy to in my briefing, is that it was a scientific facility, Head Mistress” , he tells me, a goofy smile on his face.

“Good Mr. Riley, anything else you would like to add on the subject” , I gently prod him, still brushing his cheek.

“ No Head Mistress, that is all I was told. I did not question my commanding officer further on the issue” , he replies.

Looking into his green eyes, he has been honest about the planetoid. Moving things in a somewhat personal direction for myself, wondering what he will say about landing on my home world.

“What were your orders pertaining to Ceres, and why did you go there in an unmarked freighter” ,I politely ask the young officer.

“I am not at liberty to discuss that with you, Head Mistress” , he responds back to me.

“Well if that is the case, why is that?” Withdrawing my gentle touch from his cheek as I ask him. His expression changes to a more sullen state, he genuinely does not want to tell.

“That Head Mistress, is classified. You are not in authority to know”, he says, clearly trying to hide the answer from me.

Picking up the gloves from their resting place, “That is not an answer, but an evasion Mr. Riley. Care to try again”, I assert my veiled authority, slapping him playfully in the face with the gloves.

Following up the teasing action with, “Tell me now Mr. Riley. Otherwise your Head Mistress will have to punish you”, putting a harsh undertone in my implication.

“Sorry Head Mistress, but you do not have clearance to that information”, he replies still holding his sullen expression.

“Perhaps you would like to tell your peer, hmm” , I ask him, gesturing at the Ober-Commander sitting two and a half meters in front of the soldier. “Would you be willing to tell him about your mission to Ceres?”

His expression changes to anger, seeing the senior officer.

“No, I do not want to speak to that man. He is an asshole for busting my eye out of socket with that cannon he carries.”

Well that clears up the fresh scar tissue on the side of his head.

“In that case, Mr. Riley” , I address the angered Officer, “You leave me no choice, but to continue disciplinary action for your non compliant attempts to avoid answering my questions.”

Stretching the second skin over my slender hands, rolling the long cuffed gloves over the cuffs of my sleeves. Running a slender finger across the exposed knuckles on his right hand, slick and stained pink from his blood. Officer Riley recoils at the touch, trying to pull away from my caressing digit. Bringing my finger to a halt on his largest knuckle, letting the slender tip rest at the edge of the opened skin. Locking eyes with his. Mine searching his, playing the old game to see will blink in this collision of wills. His eyes narrowed, trying to see if I am bluffing. Locked in this showdown, I start slowly tapping on the bare bone on his hand. Wondering if he will accept my intent to slowly destroy his trigger hand, by teasing his tendons and nerves in the appendage. I quicken my tapping in tempo, still playing with his mind. Raising the tempo a beat faster, I watch his eyes start to dart from mine to my tapping finger. Sweat beading on his brow, I up the speed another notch. His eyes starting to frantically bounce between his hand and my unyielding gaze. Timing my action with his shifting eyes, I immediately stop tapping. His moistened brow drops a few beads onto his cheeks. Clearly not sure what my next move will be. I restart my slow building tap on his knuckle, starting the clock over. This time I intend to pluck on his tendon if he refuses to be compliant. Locking our eyes in this second round of mind games. Narrowing my eyes at the stubborn soldier, raising the tempo a notch. Slowly licking my lips, almost able to taste his defeat.

“Damn it, you are damned good. I will tell you what you want, just don’t mind fuck me anymore” , Officer Riley concedes.

“Thank you” , I reward the officer, “It is best to comply, otherwise this will be paradise.” Giving the soldier a few moments to collect his fragmented mind, I move away from his side.

Marckus:

As amusing as this scenario unfolding before my morbidly curious sense of wonder. Being an observer of such an outdated tactic of gaining information under extreme duress. Though overall it is highly ineffectual, this would be one of the very few exceptions to the rule. Satisfied in feeding that morbid curiosity. Noting that such a very dark place you would have to be in to even be able to do such things. Rising from the chair, and making my way to the inquirer and the now broken soldier.

“Ma’am, I think that this talent of yours should be stayed. If anything this has been an insight into something that should only be unleashed on those that truly deserve to suffer. Try a much less invasive approach, he is just an order taking tool. I will take the manual for further study. From here on out just get him to talk about his mission. It is clear that he has less to tell than that”, collecting the manual, “I still want the session recorded for evidence”, turning to the bound man.

“I have something special planned for you Mr. Riley. As much as I would love to watch you squirm like a worm on a hook, I still have a conscience. Mercy to your predicament this evening, but not in the future. Cause unlike your puppet masters, I wish to have the dignity of kicking your insolent ass on the battlefield.” Taking a pause letting my little speech sink in. “For now you will have a nice chat, and a drink as a token of being my unwilling guest. Then until I am ready to send you back to your puppeteers. I want you to think long and hard on how you are going to explain to your superiors how you failed them. Then once you have concluded that I would like you to follow up with this crucial piece of news. You tell them that the rider on a pale horse is coming. That they should listen for the thundering hooves, shall announce the arrival of their fall from their stolen position”, I order the enemy officer, “I want you to send my condolences to the families of you and your men. I want you to all say your farewells as well. For those that will be left, they will beg for forgiveness for what they have done. Beg for mercy from the very people you and those above you have oppressed. Though I fear they may not rule lightly when all is said and done, “ I continue, taking one of his dog tags and tossing the other in his lap, “I leave you the gift that in my eyes, you are already dead. Saving myself the trouble of adding you to my collection of officers, because I promise you the next time we meet, I will kill you.”

Now finished with my message of warning to Officer Riley, I leave them to their discussion. Having the posted guard just outside fetch the occupants a bottle of strong liquor and two glasses. I want nothing more than to get some much needed rest, and place both Commander Riley and the Major on my ring of officers. I have both friend and foe alike in my possession. Should probably consult their collective guidance of my next move.