They had to carry her the last bit. Two of them holding holding her arms and two holding her legs. Her armed are firmly bound at the wrists as I told them. Before I came here they used handcuffs. I told them to use ropes since that look so much sexier. The two soldiers in front hold her upper arms and the two behind lifts her by your ankles so that she spreads her legs and bends them backwards. She looks so sexy and helpless. The officer in charge tells me that she tried to kick them when she saw where she was taken. I tell them to tie up her ankles and by her knees, and strap some belts around her top. They do so with great passion. All of the soldiers enjoy being inside my office. "There", she says, "now she's completely immobile. Ready for your treat. Can we stay and watch as usual?" "Of course you can", I tell them and smile, "but you know the rules: to stay you get naked too, and no one touches her or me untill I tell you too". They giggle and smile and take of their boots, pants and panties. I allow them to keep their millitary t-shirts on if they want, but the rule is no bra. They all know that of course, so I can see their stiff nipples and they all have solid firm breasts as the result if their hard millitary training. As much special soldiers they are they are still little girls who like to share a hot moment with me. Some of the guys at the men's department asked me if they are all lesbians at our department since they enjoy interrogating the girls so much. Truth is that just maybe one out of five here are lesbians. Most of them are straight. But they love the interrogation of girls for their sexual pleasures anyway. I tell them that any girl can enjoy torturing and sexually abusing a girl. And they all love watch me doing my job. Funny thing is that the straight girls enjoy caressing me afterwards just as much as the lesbians. I guess the girls who wants to work here are somewhat curious and kinky all of them.

The tied up girl lies so helpless at the floor. Funny thing is that she's looking more scared when she looks at the soldiers, but seem to be more relaxed when looking at me. They always do that. They believe that I will help them and set them free. To tell the soldiers that this is a mistake, or that they've told everything they know or that I will help them to escape or something. 

"Hey" I tell her, "look at me. Now you are mine. I'm the one you should pay attention to. They are just here to watch me as I give you my final treat". She looks confused, but then she whispers: " Help me. Please. Don't let them take me again. Please help me. I've said everything and that means nothing. I don't know anything. They just grabbed me as I walked home after curfew and threw me in a cell". I let her speak and listen. That is a major part of my job. "They hung me upside down and hosed me down. They put my head upside down in a water bucket so that I almost drowned. They put whatever they had in hand inside me and then that girl over there with the big tattoo put on a strapon and fucked my mouth. I tried to tell them I know nothing but they wouldn't let me talk with either a gag in my mouth or a strapon. Please. Don't let them take me away from here. When I finally got to tell them they just out the gag back in and continued for hours. Please. I just want to get home....."

I listen and comfort her by holding her head and stroking her on her back. She cries and shivers. I tell her to relax. That the torture is over. They will never lay their hands upon you again.  She cries and whisper "I've heard that terrible things happens in your office. That's we hy I cries and fought so hard. They're not going to touch me anymore? I'm finished? I'm free?  "Oh you stupid little girl", I say, still holding her immoveable naked body close to mine. "Look around you. What kind of office do you think this is?"

She looks around for real for the first time, and I can as always feel how all hope leaves her and she starts to cold sweat in a second. She sees the rope over the beam. The nooses on the wall. Realize she's so thightly bound. The shaking comes Immediately. "no....No....NO...NOOOO. LET ME GO. HELP! SOMEBODY! HELP ME! PLEASE...... HELP ME....!?". The girls in the corner have strated to hold around each other. One is already slightly caressing the other. I go to the wall as she screams and twists. "You will have a thick rope with a huge knot" I tell her, " that makes it more comfortable and you will hang for a very long time before you strangle". She stops screaming and looks upon me in horror.  She tries to escape which looks pretty stupid as she is tied on arms, wrists, knees thighs and feet and moves about an inch per minute. The girls look at her and smiles and giggles. They've seen this before. I let her wiggle and twist and moving towards the door. I don't know if they actually believe that they are going to escape. I mean, she will be at the other end of the hallway about dawn at this pace, but I think it's just our basic instinct to flea from danger that kicks in. Anyway it looks kinda stupid. 

I go to my special wall and find my favourite noose, the thick, soft, white rope with the huge knot. The girls look at me with excitement. They always hope for this one. I connect the noose to the rope across the beam, set the winch to R for "release", and pulls the noose to the girl. She's almost at the door now looking desperate. I grab her by the shoulders and tells her calmly: "This is going to happen. You will be hanged. Nothing you say or do will change any of that. You can do this the hard way or my way. If you do it my way I can actually give you a good time. I'm really good at making teenage girls like you enjoy themselves while hanging. But if you choose the hard way, I'm gonna give you a pain hour so bad you will beg for strangulation and deaths release....". I don't know why, but that always calm them down. To see the inevitability and the consequences. I slide the noose around her soft neck. She whimpers and cries, but somehow she's now calm in the strange way they always are at this moment. "The only problem right now is that you are  can't move and you are five meters from where you're supposed to be, so I have to start up winding you back under the beam. That's kind of uncomfortable, but it will be over soon. Don't fight it. That will only make it worse. Here we go". I push the remote control and the winch start winding her up, or rather sideways toward the beam. She looks pretty desperate and strangled, but somehow my words seems to have reached her. As she reach the bar she is hoisted up towards her feet and she finally managed to put her feet beneath her, rising herself up and releasing the pressure and strangulation of the noose. "That's it", I tell her, "now we can begin......"

(To be continued.....?)