I couldn't resist caressing myself while driving to work this morning. Just the thought of her waiting in her cell naked and scared was so arousing. 'Finally I'm going to hang you' I thought to myself. Ever since they brought her in for interrogation I was so hot thinking about how they were going to give her to me afterwards. A beautiful eighteen year old girl with slim body and firm breasts the way only teen girls has. I've known for a long time that you will come to me of course. They always end up with me. The interrogaters tell them they will be set free if they talk, and when they finally talk, they put them back in their cell for a couple of days before handing them over to me. We cant have them running around outside talking to whoever and whatever who we are, what we do, which questions we ask, who works for and so on. So we keep them a few days to see if they tell the truth. They hardly ever do. After a day or two with the interrogation they say whatever we want even if they know absolutely nothing. After being deepthroated, gagged and fucked, choked, waterboarded and hanged in all kinds of interesting positions and not being allowed to talk they sing like little birds when the gags are removed. Then they put the gag back in and continue for hours or maybe a day. When they're allowed to talk after that, they always tell the real truth or they just repeat their bullshit lies. Most of the time it's just bullshit lies. Then we keep them in their cells for two days before they are handed over to me.

After parking the car outside the military facility I always take the walk past the cells. It's a bit of an extra walk, but I enjoy to see if there are any newcomers and how they look. I always smile at them. Some smile back thinking perhaps that I will help them get the military officers to understand. Then I walk past the 'lunch breakers'. That's the girls who wait for their next round in the interrogation room afterwhen they talk the first time, when they still lie on the floor tied with gags in their mouths looking so desperately sad. Finally we have the finished ones who always come up to the door naked with their hands tied and ask with that desperate hope and some despair when they will be released. That always makes me smile, and in their naive minds I think they believe that I will help them. The newcomers just shouts that this is a mistake and that they are innocent. Most of them don't know that they will see me before they "leave".....Some do however. They just look away and hide back in the darkest spots of their cells hoping I'm not here to get them. Silly little bitches. I never come and get them. They are brought to me.

The Interrogators always keep the door open when they treat the girl by the way further down the hall. We heard the gagged, gurgled noises when they try to scream or just talk and beg for mercy. They are totally unable to do either of course. As I pass the door I hear the unmistakable sound of someone having her gag removed and deepthroated. How they manage to speak a little before they're shut off. 'PLEASE DON'T! ILL TELL YOU EVERYTHING.DON'T. PLEASE. IT WAS MARIA WHK GGGHHHHHHHSSHHHHHGGGGH......' That sound of a big thing going down their throats always makes me hot. The newcomers shiver stops shouting all their bullshit about 'being innocent' and all that crap. Just shakes and sweat. And somerimea they cry. The breakers, that is those who are going back to the interrogaters in in a short while, just shake and stare empty out in their cells. The finished ones just sneak back to their little seat in their cells and lift their knees up trying to become invisible and look so scared as the memories flow back. I love my job.

Finally I arrive at my office. Maybe office is a little bit over the top. It has a small desk with some papers on it but most of all it's just a strong beam under the ceiling, a winding machine with a rope that goes over the beam and an impressive collection of nooses ready and tied hanging on the wall. Next to it are boxes of various ropes and belts that come handy. Five minutes. That's when they bring you here. Good thing about working at a military facility is that everything is on time. Arrival at one six zero zero means four o'clock. Not five past or ten to or anything like that. I take of my jacket and start to mentally prepare for welcoming you. A little secret? This job makes me so hot. I touch my breasts lightly while preparing for the job and take my obligatory touch on my clit and between my pyssylips. Then I undress as I always do. Standing naked I hear steps in the hallway. Solid, firm military steps and one bare feeted girl who has absolutely no rythm at all. Just panick steps. Resisting and sliding, trying to run, which certainly is a joke being held by two soldiers on each side. I hear you outside my door. Finally you enter my room......