Interrogating the Champion of the Night

The basement was filled with those metallic, tube-like weapons modern mortals referred to as 'guns'. They were everywhere, mounted on the walls, lined up in racks, even laid out on tables, gleaming under bright lights. Millia didn't know enough about them to be impressed, but Nox ceased her squirming as the sight hit her, her eyes widening, her mouth dropping open as her captor lowered her to the floor.

Jack took a slow lap around the room, running his fingers over the weapons as he passed them. "Welcome to my home, away from home," he said. "This is where I came to get away from everything, from everyone, when I needed a break. And look at this place! Isn't it beautiful?" He smiled at Nox, his eyes twinkling.

"I don't think even my dad owns this many guns," Nox whispered, her voice barely audible. Millia glanced at her, surprised by the reverence in her voice. "And he's a fucking do-" She stopped, biting her lip. "He's a bit of a gun nut."

Jack looked at her. "Is that so? What does the father of Nocturna's Champion do for a living, if I may ask?" Nox glared at him silently, her full, pouting lips twisted in defiance. Jack chuckled. "No? Well, that's fine. We'll get to that later. In the meantime," he said, dragging Nox over to a chair that for some reason seemed bolted to the floor.

Her olive complexion glistened with a light sheen of sweat as she struggled against him, the tight black party dress hugging every curve of her voluptuous Latina body. The hem rode up dangerously high as she sat down, exposing a generous expanse of smooth thigh.

Jack dropped her into it before unzipping her feet and hands. The movement caused her ample cleavage to strain against the plunging neckline, drawing Jack's gaze momentarily. Millia watched as Nox's arms and legs were spread and tied to the arms and legs of the chair, the ropes digging into her skin.

Nox's breathing grew heavy, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the stretchy fabric of her dress, causing it to cling to every swell and contour of her breasts. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of rose, contrasting beautifully with her long jet-black hair cascading over her shoulders in disarray.

Jack looked at her, his expression amused. "Enjoying yourself, are we?" His eyes wandered from the flush on her cheeks down to where her nipples had begun to tent the front of her dress through arousal or anger or, most likely, both.

Nox looked away, her eyes darting around the room, avoiding his knowing stare. "No," she said. "I hate this."

“Now, now, Niccy," Jack said, leaning in close. "No need to lie. I can see it in your face, in your eyes, in the way your body reacts." He reached out, his fingers trailing down her neck, causing Nox to shiver. "Save your lies for when you can get away with them." He leaned back, his eyes darkening. "Now, shall we start over? Tell me again, what's your full name?"

“Nicoletta Esposito," Nox said, her voice barely above a whisper. Jack leaned back, a pleased smile playing on his lips.

"Very good, Niccy. So, Nicoletta, what does your father do for a living?" Nox glared at Jack, her silence a clear refusal to answer. Jack sighed, shaking his head. "Alright then, let's try something else. Where did you grow up?"

“Here. In the United States."

"Great. Whereabouts in the States?" Nox's jaw clenched. "Mil, would you mind giving me a hand? I'm afraid my overbearing masculinity might be making her uncomfortable. Perhaps a more feminine touch would help."

Millia smiled, stepping forward, her bare feet barely making a sound as she approached Nox. She knelt in front of her, reaching up to caress her cheek. "Come on, Nox," she said, her tone soft and gentle. "Why won't you answer us? We're just trying to get to know you."

Nox looked away from her, her eyes fixed on the wall. Millia sighed, shaking her head. “Oh, Nox. You're making this harder than it has to be.” She reached down, her fingers wrapping around Nox's ankle. "If you'd just answer a few simple questions, we wouldn't need to go any further." She squeezed gently, her thumb rubbing small circles on Nox's skin, inching toward the straps of her stiletto heeled sandals. Nox jerked as the nymph unbuckled one of them, letting the shoe fall to the floor. Millia gently massaged Nox's foot, her thumbs pressing into the arch, causing the woman to groan.

“That's it, Nox," Millia said, removing her other shoe. “Just relax. Let it out.” She pinched a toe, then tickled the sole of Nox's foot. Nox gasped, trying to pull her feet back, but they were tied firmly to the chair. Millia continued, her fingers dancing over the sensitive skin, making Nox writhe and moan. Then, her hands moved up, her fingers sliding up Nox's calves, to her knees, and then higher, to the edge of her slitted, black dress, caressing her thigh, inching closer and closer to Nox's core.

“Give me something, Niccy," Jack said. Nox shook her head, her teeth clenched as Millia's hands moved under her dress, her fingers teasing the edges of her panties. No response. Millia's hand moved further up, her fingers brushing against the soaked fabric of Nox's underwear. Nox gasped, arching her hips towards the touch. Millia's other hand moved up to Nox's waist, her fingers playing with the waistband of her thong. Nox whimpered, her hips bucking involuntarily, **** for more.

“Tell me, Niccy,” Millia purred, her voice honey-thick with promise and danger. Her fingers danced along the sensitive skin of Nox’s inner thigh, fingertips whispering against the trembling flesh beneath her form-fitting black dress. The Italian woman’s breathing grew ragged, chest rising and falling like waves in a storm as she fought to maintain her composure.

“W-what… what are you doing?” Nox stammered, her olive complexion flushing deeper with each passing moment.

Millia’s smirk widened as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of Nox’s lacy black panties. With deliberate slowness, she tugged them down over hip bones sharp enough to cut glass, revealing a meticulously groomed mound - smooth as alabaster except for the single narrow strip of dark hair above her slit that glistened with a sheen of arousal.

“You’re wet for me already, aren’t you, little Niccy?” Millia whispered, her breath hot against Nox’s ear as she traced one finger along that delicate dark strip. Nox shuddered at the contact, her thighs trembling visibly as Millia’s fingertip dipped lower to part the slick folds beneath.

“What's your father's name, Niccy?" Millia asked again. Nox groaned, shaking her head.

"Half an hour to midnight?" Jack mumbled, looking at his watch. "I've only used the Breath thrice today, right?" He looked at Millia for confirmation, who nodded, a wicked smile on her lips. Jack smiled. "Good. Let's see how long you last, Nox."

He leaned forward, stroking her neck with a single finger as Millia felt him use his fourth Breath of Aphrodite for this day. It would reset within half an hour, and naturally it would be a terrible waste not to use it. Still, Millia almost felt sorry for the woman. Nox groaned as Jack's finger trailed down her neck, her eyes rolling back in her head as she arched towards the touch.

“Let's try this again," Jack said, his voice low. “What's your daddy's name, Nox?" Nox moaned, writhing against the ropes. Millia watched, her own arousal growing as she saw how affected Nox was. She was a mess, her face flushed, her breathing ragged, her body shaking with need. Jack's finger continued to trail down her neck, to her collarbone, and then lower, to the curve of her breast, his finger circling her nipple through her dress.

Nox whined, her hips thrusting up, desperately seeking friction. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Millia could see the conflict in her eyes, her body's desire warring against her mind's resistance. Jack sighed and stepped back. "I retreat. I know an unbreakable woman when I see one. I recognize now that no matter what reward, service or threat we offer, your willpower will not be broken."

Nox gasped as Jack released her nipple, her body trembling. She looked at him, her eyes wide, her face flushed. "You're right," she panted. "I won't break. No matter what you do, I won't give you what you want."

"Of course not, you have the strength and resilience of a true Champion of the gods. So I suppose we'll just have to leave you here for the night while we contemplate our options. Oh, Mil, don't you think a flower or a house plant would provide her some morale through the darkness of the night? It would be cruel to leave her without company, no?" Jack said, eyes betraying nothing but innocence while looking at Millia.

Millia felt her breath quicken when she caught up with the intent behind his strange suggestion. "Of course, master. I'll fetch her a little companion." She walked over to Nox, her eyes locked on hers. "Don't worry, Nox. I'll find you a nice little plant to keep you company." She leaned forward, brushing her lips against Nox's ear. "And maybe when we come back, you'll be feeling a little more cooperative," she whispered, before stepping back and walking out of the basement.

Nox watched her go, her heart pounding. "What the fuck are you talking about? I don't need a plant!" she shouted after her. Jack laughed.

"Well, don't be so dismissive now. Mil has quite the green thumb, as I'm sure you remember. One of her plants might be a more pleasurable companion than you might think."

Nox narrowed her eyes, breath still coming hard and fast. She shook her head. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Jack shrugged, saying nothing until Millia returned, carrying a small, unassuming plant with a single, long stem and two leaves. "Here we go. This should keep you company," she said, setting the pot down in front of Nox. Nox looked at it, confused.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?" she demanded. Jack and Millia looked at each other, before looking back at her.

"Nothing," Jack said. “Just something to keep you sane. Loneliness is the number one killer, did you know that?" As he spoke, the plant started to grow longer, its stem and leaves inching closer to Nox.

"What the fuck?" Nox exclaimed, struggling against her bonds. “Get it away from me!”

“It’s fine,” Jack said soothingly. “It’s just a plant. It won’t hurt you.”

“Bullshit!” Nox shouted, her eyes wide with terror. She kicked out at it, but it easily avoided her flailing legs. “Get it away!”

“It’s just a plant,” Jack said again, his voice calm and steady. “Calm down.”

The green stalk twisted itself around her ankle, while a leaf caressed the inside of her thigh. Nox's eyes widened as the realization seemed to hit her. “No, please..." she whispered, as the second leaf reached her slit. Then, it started to stroke her, as if it were a finger, rubbing her clit gently. Nox's body jerked, her hips arching towards the sensation. The touch was light, barely more than a brush, but with her double dose of the Breath of Aphrodite, it was almost enough to send her over the edge. Naturally, the plant grew still, denying her the release she so desperately needed.

"Please, don't do this," she gasped, her voice shaking. "Please, just stop." Tears streamed down her cheeks as her body writhed with need. The plant started to move again, caressing her slit, thighs, feet and nipples with excruciating tenderness, leaving her gasping and moaning, but not quite enough to push her over the edge.

"Please," she begged, her voice hoarse. "Please stop. I'll tell you anything. Just please, stop."

Jack held up a hand. "No no, you've proven your commitment. I know you won't betray your secrets, no matter what horrible torment we may put you through the coming days, weeks or months. Hell, I'll be surprised if you were to break within the year! Naturally, all that remains for us is to retreat and contemplate on our failure, so as to not repeat them against other foes." He bowed to the squirming young woman and Millia had to quench a giggle at the expression on her face when he did. "We leave you here to celebrate your victory, but rest assured we will return the first thing tomorrow morning to quench your thirst and rumbling stomach. Are eggs and bacon alright for the lady, or do you prefer something more healthy? Quinoa mayhaps?"

Nox sobbed, struggling against her restraints, as the plant continued its relentless teasing. "Please," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I can't… I can't take it anymore." Her body trembled, her arousal building to a fever pitch. The plant stroked her clit again, and she arched her back, her hips thrusting towards the touch. But still, it wasn't enough.

Jack nodded. "Alright then," he said. "Eggs and bacon it is. We'll see you in the morning."

"Wait," Nox gasped. "Please! Don't leave me like this." Tears streamed down her face, her body wracked with desire. “Please, I’ll do anything. Just please, make it stop.”

"See you in the morning, Niccy!" Jack said, putting his arms over Millia's shoulders and walking towards the stairs, leaving the sobbing young woman behind. Millia, for her part, giggled and waved with her fingers as she was taken away from the basement. "Have a nice night, Niccy! I hope my friend will keep you good company!"

***

Jack and Millia walked into the living room, and as he closed the basement door behind them, Millia burst into giggles. "Damn," Jack said. "I feel like a villain of some perverse Bond movie."

"You did put bonds around her very well," Millia agreed, blissfully missing the reference. "She looked very shocked when the plant started touching her. I almost pity her predicament.”

“Well, don’t,” Jack said, kissing the top of her head. "She put a knife to your throat. She deserves everything she gets." He pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her waist. "But you… you were amazing, my little nymph." He nuzzled her neck, his lips brushing against her skin. "I'm so proud of you."

Millia's breath hitched as his lips trailed down her neck. "Thank you, master," she whispered. Jack's hands roamed down her body, cupping her ass and pulling her against him. He growled, his arousal evident as his cock hardened against her.

"You did so well," he murmured against her skin. "Let's go home. Then, I'll reward you properly."

"Yes, master," Millia moaned, grinding against his hardness. He groaned, his hands tightening on her hips.

"Fuck, baby," he growled. "Let's go." He turned off the lights, and they left the house, the darkness swallowing them whole as they made their way back to their car. As they drove off, Millia confirmed the order she'd given the plant. It would keep their captive on the verge of release, making her scream, squeal, sob and cry, but never, ever would it grant her release.

Plants were such good friends sometimes.