A traitorous officer

Climbing the ranks in the army, you had only ever had to deal with traitors twice. Once, there was a cowardly superior who seceded to the enemy. You had gathered some loyal soldiers and captured him as he tried to sneak away in the night. Your loyalty then had earned you a promotion.

Later, during this war, you met the second traitor. But this one hurt much more than the first one. Doe had been one of your best officers, comanding one of your light cavalry regiments. She and her regiment balanced on that fine edge of bravery and madness in every battle. Dashing in and out of the fight to sow confusion in the enemy ranks and slipping away before they could fight back.

You had trusted her to go ahead of the army, and soften up the enemy ranks before your heavy infantry would crash into them. Instead, she had ridden away to the side, leaving your infantry open to the enemys heavy cavalry. You'd lost a lot of good soldiers that day, and swore that she would pay for every last one of them.

Although Doe was a brilliant cavalry officer, she was not as good as you. You followed her into the enemy kingdom, crushing anyone who tried to stop you. Finally, you cornered her at a mansion near some mountains. Your scouts had gone around the mansion, blocking the mountains paths with stones and spikes. The mansion was not a fortress, it wasn't even surrounded by a proper stone wall. You charged in with your elite bodyguards, kicking in the door yourself. Her guards were swiftly killed, and the servant captured. You had thought you'd find her in the master bedroom, but no. The traitor had tried to hide in the attic, inside a old closet. Three of your bodyguards carried you to her, having tied and gagged her with her own torn clothes, revealing her muscular body and large limp cock.

They dumped ehr at her feet, swords drawn. "We gonna kill her now General?" She looked up at you, her shrieking cries for mercy muffled by the improvised gag. You pressed her head down with your armoured boot. "No, not yet at least. I swore I'd make her pay for every soldier lost in her betrayal. Killing he now wouldn't be enough." Your bodyguard sheath their swords, dissapointment clear on their faces. You grin sadistically. "Take her to the kings dungeons. I'll make her pay once this war is over." That put a smile on their faces as they lifted Doe up and carried her off.

The war had dragged on for longer than you'd thought, and you had never speficied what kind of state you wanted her to be kept in. So as you walked down the hallway to her cell, you didn't know what to expect.