They hadn't even bothered to blindfold me. Granted I had already seen their faces, farm, and town so there was little to conceal from me. However, if I was trying to scare someone into giving up information and I left them sitting and tied to a chair for almost an hour, I would put a blindfold on them to intimidate them more.
Ironically this seeming lapse of judgment by them was making me so scared I wished they had blindfolded me. What kind of sick torture did they have in store for me that is so effective that they didn't need to blindfold people to scare them?
The door opened behind me and my heartbeat quickened. My heart was given no reprieve as immediately after the door opened it slammed shut and I heard quick footsteps getting closer. I didn't dare to turn and look at the approaching person.
Suddenly soft hands covered each of my eyes. "Guess who dragon boy!" a playful voice stated behind me. It couldn't be ... I recognized the voice but ... she was mean ... not jubilant.
The hands retreated away from my hand and Camicazi walked in front of me to set to rest my confusion.
"You won't get anything from me!" I acclaimed stubbornly.
"Oh no. I'm not here to interrogate you. That's Borga's job. I just wanted to see you before ... well ... before you have allot more scars." Camicazi stated nonchalantly. I froze up at the casual mention of torture. "... and to gloat. You know the, ha ha I caught a dragon rider I must be really awesome, kind of thing." Camicazi added with a grin.
I rolled my eyes at her. She could gloat all she wanted, I needed to stay mentally prepared for when the interrogator gets here.
"Then again, I really don't know how good I am. You seem kind of young and you went down without too much of a fight. Did I take down the runt of the dragon rider clan?" Camicazi taunted.
"I-I am NOT the ... runt ... of the dragon riders. I am one of the best." I defended.
"Pfft ... why would they give their best dragon rider a weak dragon like that." Camicazi questioned.
"You ... you take that back!" I demanded. How dare she insult Fanghook like that.
"Why should I?" she challenged.
"Fanghook is a Monstrous Nightmare. One of the deadliest dragons in the archipelago ..." I corrected her and was about to continue before she interrupted.
"One of the deadliest dragons? Ha. That ... thing couldn't even kill something if it was right in it's jaws. I know from experience." she jested. I frowned and grumbled in protest. Right now I really wished that Fanghook had bit down a little harder so I could be spared of this conversation. Silence fell between us once more.
I was utterly surprised at what happened next. She walked towards me and sat on my lap, wrapping her hands around my neck for support. She stared at my face with a sort of confused look on her face.
"Where is your beard?" she asked, intently observing my face.
"Uh ... um." I stammered. Holy crap. There was a girl ... sitting ... on my lap. My mind was only able to work on a couple words at a time.
"Is something wrong?" Camicazi asked. She's warm. She smells nice. Shut up stupid brain and think. "Is this weird where you come from?" Camicazi followed up, gesturing to her sitting position.
"Y-NO! No not at all." I half shouted.
"I guess it is kind of stupid to assume that men have beards from birth but ... I haven't ever seen a man as young as you." Camicazi stated.
"I am growing one in!" I protested.
"Uh huh." she said disbelievingly "So how young are you?".
With a woman on my lap it was practically instinctual to bring up the bravado. "20. I am 20 years old." I stated, deepening my voice.
"Oh. Your that old?" Camicazi questioned, getting up off my lap. "Thats a shame. If you were younger I would have asked Borga to go easy on you. Oh well. I'll tell her to use the big knives." she taunted.
"Wait! I'm - I'm 16." I admitted hastily.
"A 16 year old liar, it would seem." Camicazi smugly stated. "So, what is a lying 16 year old dragon rider doing on our island." she questioned, putting one hand on each shoulders and looking at me square in the face.
"I was just ... just ... are ... are YOU interrogating me?" I asked.
"Took you long enough." she gloated, giving me a sadistic grin. "So? Why are you here?" she repeated.
I said nothing. My cheeks were red with embarrassment.
"Awe. You get really shy when your embarrassed, don't you." she stated in a demeaning tone. "Do you need me to sit on your lap again to loosen your tongue?" she mocked again and I glared at her. "No? Well then I'll have to do something more extreme." she stated. Her hands gripped my pants and tugged at them fiercely.
"What are you doing?!" I protested, continually shocked at how this interrogation was proceeding.
"What? I'm supposed to be learning things about you. This counts." Camicazi explained giving one final tug on my pants. If my cheeks weren't already burning bright red they were now. I thought closing my eyes would help but unfortunately this only made me more sensitive to the feeling of being half naked.
"I thought I felt moving when I was on your lap." she jested. Oh gods. What made this worse was that a specific part of my body was not listening to it's master. I kept my eyes shut, hoping that I could try to remember this embarrassment as a dream. However, something happened that made my eyes slam open.
Camicazi was on her knees now with her hands on my hips. More notably her head was bobbing up and down over my crotch. My brain could no longer contemplate questions like 'why' as it became crippled with pleasure. Screw trying to block this out, this is happening and it feels amazing.
I suddenly realized I had not taken a breath in a long time and I quickly took in a stuttered breath and released a sigh. Her rapid pace was getting me very close very quickly. I tried to take in another breath but all I could manage was a moan. At this moment Camicazi decided to stop her efforts and look up at me.
"Why did you come to our island?" She asked in a calm tone.
"Can't you ask that later?" I pleaded.
"Now seems like as good a time as any." Camicazi followed up with a sadistic smile. I squirmed in my seat. I was teetering on the edge of agony and utter euphoria and, with my arms and legs bound, I had no way of pushing myself over the edge. I suddenly understood that I was being subjected to the cruelest form of torture imaginable.
"You are pure evil." I exclaimed, the promise of pleasure I felt in my loins now curdled into feelings of nausea.
"Tell me why you are here and I promise you will swear that I am a Valkyrie sent down from Valhalla." Camicazi promised, licking the underside of my shaft to make me shudder with expected pleasure. What she is asking is not really crucial information, right?
"My tribe found a ... some maps ... gah" I started but I was interrupted as warmth and moistness once again greeted my special body part. Although there was again heat and wetness present there was a distinct lack of motion which encouraged me to continue. "It waaaaasen't very detailed ... so ... I was asked to ... maaaaap ... this island." I stammered. She had restarted her earlier pace after hearing my answer. This time, when she heard my gasps and moans she did not relent. Finally I finished and my entire body tensed up.
Camicazi quickly ran somewhere behind me and I heard her spit into something. I hung my head low as I tried to give my lungs the proper amount of air that was due to them over the last few minutes. A small pang of guilt came over me as I may have just betrayed my tribe for pleasure but the pleasure itself made a good argument towards justifying my actions. At least in my current state of mind.
"Well ... I wasn't expecting ... what ever the hell that was at the end." Camicazi stated coming back into view.
"That is the last thing you are getting out of me." I said breathlessly.
"You men really have no concept of patience do you? I am not even remotely tired and I have you all to myself for the whole night. You are going to tell me everything you know and you are going to be happy about it. Am I clear?" Camicazi stated, getting back on her knees.