The Interrogation

"Miss Canwell, come quickly!" I exclaimed as I burst into the town's small tavern. "I-I've got something that urgently needs your attention!"

Gulping down her fourth pint of ale that day, Unkergotten's blonde, 6'2 warrior, Zaraya Canwell, eyed me through a curious expression, before slamming her empty mug down onto the table before her.

"Oh, you're that chicken farmer that lives by the apple tree. Mary, right?" the buxom woman asked, her large breasts fighting to escape the solid, silver armor plating that contained them.

"Y-yes ma'am!" I piped up, my rugged leather chaps bending as I stood at attention. "I've uh- I've got a situation inside my barn. I'd rather not cause a panic, so if you could…"

"Say no more, chicken lady, I was bored anyway," Zaraya announced eagerly as she rose to her feel, towering above the other patrons. "Lead the way!"

Despite instructing me to take her back to my farm, I ended up trailing behind the large young woman as she marched down our village's road, where I found myself unable to take my eyes off of her ample backside as it swayed and bounced with each step from beneath her armored skirt.

Reaching my residence in a few minutes, I again took lead and brought Zaraya around to the back of the unused, dilapidated barn on my land, where I was forced to reveal my captive.

"Let me go, you stupid bitch!" a pink-haired young woman demanded, with the white dress that she donned having gotten all messy from the hay bale that I'd tied her to. "What are you planning on doing to me, huh? You miserable middle-aged hag!"

"Well damn, Mary, what the heck is going on here?" Zaraya asked, where her concerned gaze caused me to nervously play with my ponytail of sand-colored hair.

"S-she's a cleric I think, but I caught her using her magic to get a bunch of livestock to follow her out of town," I explained. "She almost made off with my entire coup of meat birds, so I snuck up behind her and knocked her out with a frying pan. I didn't know what to do next, so I sort of just brought her back here."

"Ah, another thief, eh?" the warrior woman asked as she loomed over my bound, pink-haired prisoner. "Well, what have you got to say for yourself? Do you work for someone, and what were you going to do with all the livestock anyway?"

"I ain't telling you squat, you big bimbo," the bratty cleric spat back, where she turned her nose up with a smirk. "So you're wasting your time. Torture me if you want, I've pre-enchanted myself to resist pain!"

"Heheheh…there are ways of torturing someone that don't necessarily entail pain," Zaraya cooed with a lick of her lips, where I could see a new expression overtaking her face.

Watching the tall woman as she straddled the hay bale, the cleric's face went red as she looked up the warrior's skirt, where even I was able to see Zaraya's white panties- or what was left of them, as the garment was largely wedged between her meaty buttcheeks.

"Got a name, hun?" Zaraya asked as she began to slowly sit down, with her rear falling straight towards the pink-haired girl's head. "Last chance to comply."

"M-my name is Janice, b-but that's all you're getting out of me!" the cleric stammered as she began to squirm against the binds that held her to the hay. "W-what the hell do you think your-"

"That's all I'll get out of you, huh?" the curvaceous woman asked as she sat down, burying Janice's head and face from view beneath her huge booty. "Hehehe, we'll see about that."

I was unable to stop myself from watching as I scooted in real close to see Zaraya's heavy rear settle onto the bale, where a tuft of long, pink hair comically stuck out from beneath her deep asscrack before a distant muffled screaming could be heard below.

"That squealing really tickles my butthole you know," the warrior grinned with a broad smirk as she began to grind her wide hips back and forth, smearing her expansive backside all across the captive's face. "Mmm and those vibrations are really doing something for my pussy. You sure you don't want to talk, pinky? You don't want to get me too turned on, or I'm gonna stay on your face forever!"

Lifting her weight from the young cleric's face, Zaraya giggled as Janice gasped loudly, before mewing with revulsion as she know doubt got a good sniff of the private parts that had been mashing down on her nostrils. Shuddering with her nose still forcibly pressed against the inside of the warrior's buttcrack, she eventually looked towards me with pleading eyes.

"T-tell her to get off of me, this is weird!" Janice whined, trying to turn her head away from the big heavy booty that was bearing down on her. "I'm not into girls! This is so damn gross!"

"Tell me what I wanna know then," Zaraya cooed from above. "What were you going to do with the livestock?"

The cleric hesitated for a moment, before taking a deep breath and shaking her head rapidly.

"No? Okay then, back you go…"

With the prisoner whimpering loudly, I watched as Zaraya sat back down and reburied her little face beneath her expansive ass, bouncing a little in place to ensure that her slender nose ended up mashed right against her butthhole. Leaning forward slightly, the warrior moaned as she seemed to be pressing her pussy down onto Janice's mouth, where she started gyrating her hips as if she were humping the face beneath her.

"Is this what you want? Being reduced to my sex toy?" Zaraya groaned as she seductively continued to wiggle and grind her hips. "I can do this all day, sister. Mmmm I really, really wouldn't mind that."

Despite being slightly disturbed by the spectacle, I found myself unable to look away as I watched the warrior mercilessly smear her ass and pussy all over the face of the thieving cleric. Being a resident of Unkergotten, I knew how Zaraya "fought", but seeing it was something else.

"You dirty girl, did you come here trying to fight me just so that I could do this to you?" Zaraya asked down to her victim as she pressed her booty down hard. "Is that it? You wanted to get up close and personal with my big butt?"

Lifting her large body off of the writhing young woman, Janice again gasped for air, before crying in revulsion as with all that movement, it seemed as though Zaraya had worked up a sweat. Even I could detect the warrior's womanly scent from where I was standing, where I stood there slightly aroused myself as took in the fragrance of the powerful amazon.

"NO! Never, I hate this!!" the cleric screeched after she'd caught her breath. "F-fine, I'm from a party of adventurers that has been traveling around the province. We steal from peasant towns like this one, and then we sell everything to buy fancy new weapons and armor. They're easy targets! I'm sorry, okay?"

"Awe, I understand," Zaraya kissed mockingly, before waggling her booty teasingly above our captive's face. "Well, I would very much like to meet these allies of yours. I'll use you as bait to draw them out…after I've given you another punishment smother, of course."

Almost feeling bad for the thief, I watched as her screaming face was reburied beneath Zaraya's bum, where the warrior seemed to be enjoying the torture way too much as she moaned while continuing to scrub her booty all over the young cleric's face. I had a feeling that neither of them would be leaving my barn for some time, as Janice was treated to a lesson that she would never forget.