CHAPTER 6: INTERROGATION
He rubbed his rough hand along her exposed ass. "So, Jane Doe, What's your real
name?"
He moved along the frame and fiddled with something. The gag came free. Her
jaw was so stiff that she had trouble opening her mouth enough to get it out.
"Come on, out with it!"
"J-Jenny Paige" she said weakly.
He fiddled with something. "Do a search on Jenny or Jennifer Paige."
He waited some time. "I see." The device snapped closed.
He walked around behind her.
SMACK! Stars danced brightly before her as she yelped in pain.
"This isn't a game we're playing. You've got one more chance to be truthful.
Completely truthful that is. If I find even an ounce of deceit in you, I'll put
you in lockdown five for a year. Got it?"
"Y-yes."
"Yes, WHAT?"
Jenny thought frantically.
"Yes, sir."
SMACK!
"Yes, master! Yes, master!"
"I'm losing my patience with you, girl. Now tell me, who is your accomplice?"
"I... I-I don't know his name."
SMACK!
"I don't! I don't know his name!" she shrieked. "We met in a bar and I went
home with.."
SMACK! "You goddamn lying bitch! You think I'm here for my health? You're
going to lockdown five for a year for that. You'll taste pain all day every
day! Do you understand what you just did?"
"No wait it's true! I made him bring me here. He didn't want to but I
blackmailed him!"
He made a disgusted sound and left.
She was alone in the room. What were they going to do to her? It wasn't likely
they'd just slap her on the wrists and tell her not to do it again.
The door opened again. She heard footsteps followed by something on wheels.
Something pinched her nipple hard. She yelped and the gag was pushed back into
her mouth, latching into place against the frame.
Something was placed around her waist and cinched up. She then felt something
push against her anus. She whimpered and tried to pull away but the frame held
her immobile. "Open up or it'll hurt more." She relented and felt it enter her
ass. She then felt a shaft enter her vagina. She could do nothing to stop this
violation. It went in deep. She tried to push it out but it wouldn't budge.
He grabbed a breast. Something cinched around its base. This was repeated on
the other one. Something pinched against her nipple, then the other.
"Right. I'm tired of dealing with you, so I've wired you to this device here."
He held a mirror under her. She was wired twice on each breast, once in the
pussy, and once in the ass.
She shrieked as a jolt ran through her.
"This thing can run 12 hours on one charge. I'll see you again when it runs
dry." Another jolt, this time across her nipples.
She heard his footsteps going away, and then the clang as the door closed. The
machine jolted her again. She felt a funny feeling in her anus. It grew and
grew until it was incredibly painful, then subsided. She sobbed into her gag.
She was powerless to stop it. The machine would torture her for the next 12
hours.
Needless to say, she didn't sleep at all that night. The machine would apply
current to her tender spots in waves, and then subside. Then, just as she was
about to finally achieve blissful slumber, it would engage again with a
vengeance. After awhile, she lost track of her surroundings. Only the fatigue,
and the pain were real.
SMACK!
She was jolted out of her stupor by the new sensation.
"Rise and shine, princess! We have a lot of ground to cover today."
She felt giddy. Her body was gone.
"H-hey..." she giggled. "Where'd my body go?"
"Don't worry, love, it'll come back in a few hours. Right now you must
concentrate on me."
The voice was beautiful. It spoke of tenderness, of pain, of bliss. She wanted
to become one with that tender, savage voice.
"Who am I?" the voice demanded.
"I don't know. You're beautiful." she sighed.
"I'm your conscience." the voice instructed, "You can tell me anything. You
must tell me everything."
Jenny sighed. To speak to her conscience was bliss. She really could tell him
anything. Anything at all.
"I'll ask you a question and you answer truthfully, alright love? Truth brings
happiness."
"Happiness..." she sighed.
"Why are you here?"
She giggled. "Someone wheeled me in and took the tarp off."
"And before that? When were you put in the frame?"
Jenny thought a minute. "Yesterday I think. I've lost track of time."
The voice sighed. "Jenny, you've got to be more helpful."
Jenny felt worried. She wanted to please her conscience more than anything in
the world.
The voice started again. "Now Jenny, where were you arrested?"
Jenny's brow furrowed. "Arrested? I've never been arrested."
A jolt of pain shot through her.
"Lies cause pain, Jenny. Answer truthfully."
She was silent for some time, then tried again. "It's true. I haven't been
arrested."
JOLT
Her whole being was on fire. Maybe it was a lie. Maybe she had been arrested.
"I don't remember! I thought I hadn't been arrested but maybe I have I don't
know. I thought I was telling the truth! Honestly! I'm sorry!" she sobbed.
The voice was silent.
"I'll try again! I'll try to be good! I'll remember when I was arrested!"
"Can you remember?"
"I can! I can! It was.. it was..." She gulped. "Maybe when I was younger! I
stole stuff from the corner store. Nobody caught me, but maybe they did. Yes,
that's it.. they..."
"Stop."
She fell silent.
"You were not arrested as a child. You will stop answering about the arrest."
Jenny was immensely relieved. She didn't want to lie to her conscience.
"Now, Do you remember who put you in the frame originally?"
"Of course, silly. I did."
"What!?"
"I did. Before I was brought down here."
"Why did you put yourself in the frame?"
Jenny had to think for some time.
"Because I wanted to be a part of it. It excites me." She felt flushed.
The voice had ceased.
"Hello?" Jenny ventured.
"I'm here." the voice said testily.
More silence.
Finally, her conscience spoke again.
"Who brought you here?"
"That man did."
"What's his name?"
"I don't know. he never told me."
"Why not? Isn't it normal to introduce yourself?"
"Yes, but he's a bit.. weird. He didn't talk much, and I forgot to ask him."
"Does he know your name?"
"No, I don't think so."
"How did you meet him?"
She proceeded to recount everything that had happened since that day. It felt
good to speak to her conscience. Eventually, the voice commanded her: "Stop."
She waited.
"I'm going to show you some photographs. Tell me if you recognize one."
"Okay."
A small screen was placed in front of her eyes. She had a little trouble seeing
as the pictures blurred past.
"Wait! That's him!" she exclaimed.
"This man?"
"Yes! I met him in the Darksyde!"
"Good. You've done well, Jenny. Now I want you to go to sleep. Can you do
that, Jenny?"
"Sure. I..." Darkness overtook her.
SMACK!
The pain brought Jenny back from the abyss.
"Where's the copy?" her conscience demanded.
"Copy?"
SMACK! The pain rocked through her.
"You made a copy of the video. Where is it?"
"There isn't a copy. I didn't make one."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Her behind was burning. She convulsed from the
pain, but the frame held her fast.
"To lie is pain! Now tell me where you hid the copy!"
"I didn't make one! Honest!" she wailed. "I just told him I did to get him to
bring me here! I don't know how to copy those things. I had some kid come over
to fix my laptop so I could watch them even!"
SMACK! Jenny sobbed.
"And did he make a copy?"
"No!" she sobbed, "He just put in something so I could look at videos and I
kissed him and he ran out that's all!"
She tensed up for another whack, but it never came.
Something came up under her face and pushed against her lips.
"Open!"
It pushed her lips painfully against her teeth. She opened her mouth and it
slid home. This one had a hole in the middle.
Her ass burned like a volcano. She continued to sob into the new gag, drool
seeping through the hole and into a receptacle below her.
She heard the door open and numerous footsteps approach.
"Sir?"
"Take her to lockdown five."
"Yes, sir!"
She was in motion. The pain swirled and eddied about her consciousness. She
floated down hall after hall, then down another elevator. As she started
rolling again, she could hear distant screams.
"You hear that? That's gonna be you in a bit." someone beside her said.
"Shame, too. You have such a pretty ass." A hand caressed along her cheeks.
Fingers pushed into her and massaged her clitoris. She tried to pull away, but
she couldn't move an inch. The fingers played over her nub slowly, then faster.
She started to pant through the gag. Deeper, longer strokes, then fast again,
until she finally convulsed in orgasm, screaming into her gag.
"That's a gift from me." the voice chuckled. "It's the last one you'll have for
a long time."
The frame started rolling again. A door opened beside her and she was wheeled
into another room.
Someone smacked her on the bottom. "Here you are, bitch. Home sweet home."
The boots strode off, closing the door behind them. She was alone again.
The door opened. "Feeding time!"
A hand reached in front of her face carrying something. It was a small hose of
some sort. The hose was inserted into the hole in her gag. She heard a machine
whir to life.
"Bon apetit!" said a voice. The boots left, closing the door behind them. The
only sound was the pulsating sound of the small motor. Something pushed through
the gag into her mouth. It was semi-liquid, semi-solid, and tasted like salty
crackers. She tried to block it but it kept coming in, filling her mouth and
spilling out the sides into the tub below her. She swallowed some. Suddenly
realizing how hungry she was, she gulped it down in hungry mouthfuls. It was
difficult to swallow with the gag in place, but she eventually got to the point
where most would go down her throat instead of into the tub. Suddenly the
machine beeped twice and stopped. She still felt hungry, but the pump would
offer her no more.
The door opened again and someone walked in. The tube was removed and the tub
changed for a fresh one. She could see long streams of drool reaching down and
making a small puddle in the new tub.
She felt something rub against her anus. Electricity again! She clenched it
shut.
SMACK! "Don't clench! It's going in whether you want it to or not."
Something pushed against her anus. She held fast but it started pushing harder.
She groaned in pain as it pushed harder and harder.
"When you finally give out, it's gonna shoot in so hard you'll wish you were
dead. Now are you going to cooperate?"
Terrified, Jenny did her best to nod. She relaxed her sphincter and the probe
slid home, while another invaded her vagina. With a jerk, it was pushed in
further. Another machine whirred to life as the man left. Suddenly her bowels
expanded dramatically. She screamed and tried to push the probe out but it
wouldn't budge. Suddenly, it reversed and began to suction. She felt her
insides being pulled, making her feel ill. The vaginal probe had also begun to
violate her. Liquid would be pushed in, then sucked back out again. This
continued for an eternity.
The machine turned off suddenly. Jenny sobbed into her gag.
"OK, quick wash down and we'll get you hooked up!"
Cold water sprayed across her back. Jenny bucked so hard the whole frame shook.
A soapy brush ran along her back and down her legs. The bottom of the frame
opened up so that her belly was hanging loose. It was intensely painful to be
suspended like that. The brush cleaned along her belly, on her breasts, and
then on her face. She closed her eyes and tried not to breath in the suds as
the brush continued to her forehead. Cold water sprayed her and cleaned the
suds off. The man grabbed her hair and began washing it. Jenny shivered from
the cold.
The man rinsed her hair off and then tied it back. Another machine started up
and she was hit with a jet of warm air. It was brought to every part of her
body until she was completely dry, except for her hair. She was quite relieved
when the bottom of the frame was put back in place. Her arms and legs were very
tired by this point.
"That's a pretty girl." the man said as he inserted two fingers and gently
massaged her clit. She let out a low moan.
"OK, let's get those titties ready!"
She could see a pair of arms fiddling underneath her but couldn't tell what they
were doing. Suddenly, she felt his fingers rolling her nipples. They instantly
hardened up. He brought a tube up and fiddled some more. She felt a slight
pinch on her nipple. He then did the same to the other. Another machine began
its routine. She felt a tugging on the right nipple, then the left, then the
right again. She was being milked!
"nghhh! aghhhh! mrighhh!" she screamed.
"Whoa! take it easy, girl. Just relax and let them do their job."
She felt cold pads being placed about her body. On her arms, on her back, her
thighs, her cheeks.
He then left, leaving her to contend with this new machine. Her nipples were
being sucked quite hard, and they were beginning to hurt.
schhhk! schhhk! schhhk! schhhk! was their relentless refrain. She shook from
side to side. Her breasts swung back and forth, but the suckers held fast.
schhhk! schhhk!
It was getting quite painful now.
Her thigh convulsed involuntarily. Then the other one. Now her back tensed
suddenly. Everywhere that he'd put a pad, the muscles began to tense and relax.
What on earth had gone through her head? Why the hell had she forced him to
bring her here? What possible thought had made her imprison herself in this
hell?
She whimpered and sobbed but no relief would come.
"Good morning!" a loud voice boomed into the room. She must have passed out
during the night. The milkers were still attached, trying to grab every last
drop from her very sore breasts.
The man walked up to her and the sucking and muscle tensing subsided. She ached
all over.
"That's it? No wonder they sent you here. We'll have to change your hormone
balance a bit to compensate."
What did he mean by that?
The man held a container next to her face, maybe 1/10th full of her milk.
"You'll have to do better than that, I'm afraid."
She heard him leave and the door close after him. Alone again.
"Well, not giving enough milk, are we?" She let out a scream and went rigid
against her bonds.
"Startle you? That's good, because I'm going to do a lot more than that to you.
Today is your first day of pain, and so I'd like to start our introduction with
a personal friend of mine. She watched as a thin bamboo cane was waved under
her face.
"The cane is a wonderful tool. It can be gentle, and it can be harsh. For
example..." She felt the cane against her breasts. It rubbed back and forth,
smooth, then knobby. She gasped through her gag.
"It can also do this." The cane swished. Pain erupted on the underside of her
breasts. She shrieked at the top of her lungs and strained against the
imprisoning frame.
"You see? Gentle..." The cane rubbed once more on her burning breasts.
"Harsh!" She winced, but nothing came.
PAIN!
It took her completely by surprise. She broke down and began to sob.
"You have very lovely breasts, my dear. I think I'll have lots of fun with
those. But of course we can't forget back here!"
PAIN! from her backside this time. She shrieked again. The cane rubbed against
her exposed skin. Rhythmically, tenderly.
PAIN! She screamed again. "Nghuh! haghhuh! aghhh nghh!"
"What's that? You want me to do your pussy too?"
"nghh! ngough! hgab-i!"
"Go? OK!"
PAIN! INTENSE PAIN! Oh god, how could something hurt so much? Make it stop!
oh god!
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
"ungh ungh! ungh ungh! nreeeeegh ach!"
"You sure like to talk. Let's play a counting game then. I'll cane you 5
times, and you count them. One grunt for one, two grunts for two and so on.
Don't miscount though or we'll have to start all over again."
"Ready? Go!"
SWISH!
She screamed, and broke down crying.
"I can't hear you."
"ungh!"
SWISH!
Sobbing, she managed "ungh! ungh!"
SWISH!
"ungh! ungh! ungh!"
SWISH!
"ungh! ungh! ungh! ungh!"
"That was number five, not four."
"nguo agagh gho! gho!"
"Haha just kidding. Fun, isn't it?"
Jenny sobbed.
SWISH!
She screamed again and almost fainted.
"I can't hear you!"
"ungh! ungh! ungh! ungh! .... ungh!"
"Very good! I bet you did really well in school, but that's over now. This is
your new life.
She started to shudder uncontrollably. Oh god, it was coming.
"Whoa, hold on there not so fast!" SWISH! She went rigid.
Something penetrated her pussy. "OK, now go!" He pumped her rhythmically. He
was raping her! She tried to resist the oncoming waves, but they heaved against
her mind, breaking it down, until she finally gave way sobbing to the waves of
ecstasy. She could feel her vaginal muscles clenching against his throbbing
member. He grunted and she squealed as wave after wave washed over her,
drowning her very self in oblivion.
"Oh God that was great! you're one of the better fucks I've had, that's for
sure."
She heard his zipper. The food tube was reattached to her gag. "Finish eating,
then I'll be back to paddle you later."
She remained there, half-consciously consuming the salty cracker gruel as it
pushed into her mouth.
The door opened again. "You're sure?"
"Positive. It came from this room. I saw Roger come out with it."
"But we haven't been stoking her at all."
"I ran the tests twice. This stuff is pure gold."
"How is that possible?"
"Well, sir, the only thing I can think of is that she's a true masochist. She
gets off on pain. You should actually keep her down here. She'll produce
better."
They were talking about her. Was she really a masochist? She'd never really
thought about it before, but it would explain why she found all her boyfriends
boring. They always treated her like a fragile thing, not to be handled
roughly.
"Sir!" A new voice entered the conversation.
"What is it, son?"
"Orders, sir. She's to be brought upstairs."
"What? But she just got here! What's going on?"
"I don't know sir, but I have my orders, sir."
"Wait here." He stomped off.
She couldn't hear if the other two were talking or not, but the feeding machine
was making a low level hum so they could be murmuring to one another.
The man in charge stomped in again. "Very well, son, she's all yours."
"But sir! She's got the highest..." the other voice chimed in.
"I don't want any lip, I just want it done. Carry on."
"Sir!" came both their voices.
The machine was turned off and the hose removed.
Shortly after, she was up a number of floors being wheeled into another room.
"Get out." a voice commanded. "And you were never here, got it?"
"Yes sir!" The door closed.
"Well, Jennifer Paige, you certainly know how to fall in with the wrong crowd."
It was the man who had interrogated her earlier.
"It's really too bad you can't stay, because I think you'd fit in well here."
"nghuuh?"
"You weren't sent to us, so we can't keep you. That means you're free to go.
Oh, and your unnamed friend? Don't ever approach him again. You have been
warned."
"Nghaah hgrr ghay!"
Something pricked her skin. Darkness covered her like a blanket
