Erotic Interrogation Tactics

They dumped Marcella by the tent.

"So what should we do with her?" Joy asked, folding her arms under her bounteous breasts.

Grimm cracked his neck. "We're gonna find out what she knows."

"You're not going to hurt her, are you?'

"Of course not," the bull replied, sincerely.

"Good."

Joy handed Grimm his discarded loincloth. She'd picked it up before they headed back to camp with Marcella in tow. He thanked her, slipped it on, and adjusted it until he was comfortable.

The kangaroo was stirring. When she became aware of her surroundings she looked up at her foes with scorn. "Oh, fuck," she growled. As the reality of her bondage set in she struggled against the ropes, grunting angrily. "Let me go, fuckers!"

"I don't think so," Grimm said. "Not until you tell us who sent you."

"Piss off!"

Joy rolled her eyes. "Just tell us."

"Never!"

"Fine." Joy looked up at Grimm, who seemed confused. How had the cow taken over the interrogation? Joy strode over to her cooking supplies, leaned over, and picked up a knife. She walked back over to Marcella.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa... the fuck are you doin'?" the kangaroo asked, as Joy lowered the knife to her...

...and cut the central strap of her armor. Marcella's outfit collapsed, slipping between the gaps in the rope and falling to the ground. She was now totally exposed. "Th-the fuck?! How dare you?!" Her big tits jiggled and wobbled with every jerk and twist. They were topped with thick dark brown nipples that stiffened in the night breeze.

"There," said Joy. She looked up at Grimm and grinned.

"Great, so I'm naked now. Thanks, guys." Marcella huffed incredulously. "The fuck did that accomplish? Y'all just want me to be cold, is that it? Think a little breeze is gonna make me talk?"

"No," said Joy. "But I needed you to be naked for what I'm gonna do next."

Marcella looked up at her with suspicion. "And what's that, Tits?"

Grimm nudged the cow. "What exactly are you doing, Joy?" he whispered.

"Well, my dear Grimm," Joy began, dropping to her haunches, "in my time as a bandit I've had the pleasure of knowing a few kangaroos, working in all sorts of trades: fellow thieves, plunderers, treasure hunters, couriers... And while they were all different, they all had one thing in common..." She moved the ropes covering Marcella's stomach aside. Joy grinned. "They all had one of those." She pointed at Marcella's lower stomach... or, more specifically, the large pouch on Marcella's lower stomach. It had been hidden by the armor, but now that it was exposed it was too noticeable -- a big pocket opening up on Marcella's lower stomach, soft and warm.

"That doesn't mean nothin'!" Marcella protested. "So I have a pouch, so what?"

"So..." Joy leaned forward (heavy breasts hanging, nearly touching the earth) and outstretched her arm. Marcella tried to jerk her body away from Joy's touch, but to no avail. The cow reached inside the warm pocket and fumbled around.

First she pulled out a small jewel. "That's a keepsake!" Marcella protested.

"Don't worry, we'll give it back," Joy said absently. Then she pulled out a fake, purple cock of average size.

Marcella blushed. "Th-that's mine, too..." She looked off to the side.

Joy giggled. She went back to work searching the kangaroo's pouch. On the third go around she pulled out a sack of coins, then a map... and then a letter. The cow grinned as she unfurled the letter and read it. Then she looked up at Grimm. "This is it!" she exclaimed. "Listen:

'Dear Marcella,

You are to stop the mercenary known as Grimm before he reaches the Queendom. He is not to enter the realm, nor is he to make it past the checkpoint. He is identified as a tall, grey-furred bull of above-average build. He is known to be proficient in combat. Please be advised that Grimm is usually ill-clothed for the season -- be wary of bulls who forgo proper traveling attire. Enclosed is an advance on your payment. If the bull is carrying the artifact we seek, be sure to retrieve it and bring it back to the Queendom. Larsa will be your broker for the artifact.

Looking forward to hearing from you,

xxxxx'

See? She was hired by someone within the Queendom!" Joy bundled everything she'd removed from Marcella's pouch into a drawstring bag.

Grimm rubbed his chin. "Who's Larsa...?" He looked down at the suddenly self-conscious Marcella. "Hey, who's this Larsa they're talking about?"

Marcella made a face. "I dunno, some bitch that knows a lot about artifacts. What's it to you?"

"And what is this artifact? I was never given any artifact."

"Well, seems like they have cause to think you do."

"And who are they anyway?"

"Can't tell ya, sug."

"I think you can," Grimm said, looking annoyed.

"Sorry, babe, I'm a professional." Marcella was looking smug again.

Grimm was definitely annoyed. He sat down in front of the captive kangaroo. "Tell you what..." He grinned. In one swift move he hefted Marcella up and put her over his knee. "How about I work out some of that aggression from our fight until you decide to tell me?" He spanked the kangaroo's voluminous ass, eliciting a sharp yelp. "Hmm?" Another spank, another yelp. "Does that sound like a plan?"

"S-stop!" Marcella gasped. Her feet kicked out in some semblance of protest. "F-fucker!"

"What?" Grimm asked, delivering another spank. "I can't" -- spank -- "hear" -- spank -- "you" -- spank -- "over" -- spank "the sound" -- spank -- "of" -- spank -- "me" -- spank -- "spanking" -- spank -- "you."

Marcella's ass was turning bright pink. "Stooop!" she moaned, tongue lolling from her mouth.

"Hmm?" Grimm spanked her again. "What was that again?"

"S-stop spankin' me!" Marcella cried.

"Are you gonna tell me who hired you?"

"I d-don't know!"

Another spank. "You don't know if you're gonna tell me?"

"N-no! I d-d-don't know who hired me!"

Grimm looked up at Joy. The cow scrunched up her face. Grimm spanked Marcella again.

"I'm serious! It was anonymous!" She squirmed. "B-but I know Larsa!"

"You said she was 'just some bitch.'" Spank. "Now you're telling me you know who she is?"

"Y-yes!"

"Who is she?"

"She's a criminal... works underground in Audhumla!"

Grimm paused. Audhumla was the capital city of the Queendom. "Have you met her before?"

"Once or twice... I've used her as a fence for stolen goods. Sometimes she passes jobs along, too."

"Interesting..." Grimm was resting his hand firmly on Marcella's poor ass. He patted it, eliciting squeaking moans from the assassin. "What do you think, Joy?"

"I think we should track down this Larsa person and see what she knows," Joy said, shrugging. "I don't know what else we can do."

"Yeah."

"But we'll need someone who can get us alone with her," Joy added. She looked at Marcella. Then Grimm.

The great bull looked at his captive. "Would you be able to get us to Larsa?"

Marcella was panting, but silent.

"Marcella?"

The kangaroo looked away. She looked totally humiliated.

"Put her down, Grimm," Joy said. The bull did as he was told, putting Marcella back down on the ground beside the tent. "Tell you what," she said, kneeling down by the fallen kangaroo, "we'll give you time to think about it. Okay?"

Marcella's voice was uncharacteristically flat: "Whatever."

Joy looked up at Grimm. "C'mon, Grimm, let's rest. You've been through a lot." She caressed his muscles. They started to walk away, only for Marcella to call after them.

"W-wait," she said meekly. "C... can you leave Mr. Howdy with me?"

"Mr. Howdy?" Joy asked.

Marcella's face was beet red. "Y... you'll know him when you see him."

Joy opened the drawstring bag, and suddenly looked very smug. She pulled out the artificial cock. She hadn't noticed before, but could now see that the purple member had a smiley face drawn on its tip. "I assume this is Mr. Howdy?" She giggled.

Marcella weakly nodded. "Y-yeah..."

Joy strode over to the kangaroo and placed the cock by her face. "Here," she said, sweeter than she'd been before. "Think about it, okay?"

Grimm and Joy disappeared into the tent.

Marcella looked at the artificial dick. "Hi, Mr. Howdy," she said softly, smiling, before wrapping her lips around it.