Chapter 11
Interrogation of Professor Gomez
The Warden lead me though another door and up a steel staircase. The door opened
onto a iron grated walk way about ten feet off the ground with hand rails on
either side, we turned left walking about fifty feet. On each side were large
metal bin like enclosures about the size of a large truck, open at the top with
high walls. The heat cascaded up wards out of the bins. Of the eight, three held
prisoners. Two of them hung by their wrists from a chain secured to the top of
the bin walls on each side. Their feet off the ground, heads encased in heavy
cloth hoods, they moaned softly as they sensed our presence. In the last one was
Professor Gomez, secured standing in the middle of the bin, and spread-eagled by
chains to the sides of the bin. A big dark skinned guard, shirtless in boots and
black pants was flogging her with a long wide leather strap. It must have been
four feet long and five or six inches wide with a wooden handle. He was
administering it to her butt cheeks. Every stroke lifted her off the ground as
she threw herself against the chains with a howling scream under her cloth hood.
Sweat poured off her totally hairless naked body in streams mixing into the
bruised and bloody welts on her blistered ass. As she leaped in her chains her
big swollen ruddy tits, bound at the base with straps flung up and slammed down
on her chest. Sweat flew in all directions. Four steel clamps sunk deep in the
brown areole flesh surrounded each nipple. Along with the rattle of the wrist
and ankle chains a smaller chain running from each labia ring ran around her
back holding her open so a shiny wet stud in her enlarged clit could be seen.
She clinched and unclenched her big bruised butt checks after each blistering
leash.
Before he could say anything the Warden received a call on his radio and left me
there to observe Pauline. At this point the walk way was covered so I settled
back in the relative cool to watch the former University professor suffer. The
guard would finger her clit till she was gasping, pumping her hips, and arching
her back then just before cuming he'd administer a grueling lash. The sound of
the strap hitting her wide butt cheeks echoed off the metal walls followed
instantly by her howling scream. It looked to me like Gomez has lost some weight
in her first weeks in prison. The soft flesh of an upper class life style was
gone, replaced by the thin and toned muscle of hard labor. Her fat belly was
almost gone, ribs now showed as she strained against the chains. The pale skin
of academic life now glistened a soft brown from days in the sun. Solisa Prison
was not an easy place to endure for a young woman much less a 48-year-old former
University professor. By now she would be getting used to long hours of hard
labor. They must have her up to a 16-hour workday from the looks of her body. I
wondered how she was coping with being kept naked. The initial humiliation must
have passed, but she had yet to receive any visitors. Her shame would quickly
return when people saw her from her past life at the University. As for her
students I am sure she has no idea what was to come. The Warden sent me an email
a few weeks ago concerning plans for taking Gomez back to the University for
display to a select group of students.
As I watched Professor Gomez endure the strap I started thinking, there must be
more to the General's order then meets the eye. Tina would soon be on her way
to Mexico City as our spy to buy arms for the rebels. We knew from Professor
Gomez that a movement at the University was supplying students and funds to
agents of the rebels who passed them on to their jungle training camps.
Kidnappings of wives and daughters of Provincial governors and other officials
have been carried out, with the victims taken across the boarder where they are
tortured and ransomed. All this was leading up to a stronger and more organized
rebel movement then anyone had realized. As I listened to Gomez howl under her
punishment it came to me that what was needed is a coordinated intelligence
effort. We had many rebels now in the prison system but no real way to bring
them all together to find out what they knew. Now I had a plan, I would ask the
General to find a prison where all the important rebels could be brought
together and questioned! It needed to be a secret place where methods could be
used to extract the maximum information in the shorted time. I had the uneasy
feeling that the rebels were much further along then anyone suspected. We needed
to locate their jungle train camps within the next few months before the rainy
season started. As soon as I got back to my office I would talk with the
General.
A few minutes later the Warden returned. He shouted down to the guard to being
Gomez to the interrogation unit. 'I just received word from the General that
Gomez has a younger daughter no one knew about. She was the go between Gomez at
the university and the rebels in the jungle. The General has her at his
plantation. Let's see what Gomez has to say about it.' The Warden said as we
walked back across the compound to a small building next to his office.
Inside the building were numerous doors leading to basement cells. We took the
left stairway down two flights. Then right and again right down a low passage.
Through two locked gates into a small room. We sat down in some heavy wooden
chains behind a low table. The guard brought Gomez in and forced her to her
knees on the other side of the table, taking her hood off and tit straps. He
pushed her up to the table so her breasts lay splayed out wide on the table top,
shackled her arms to rings at each end of the table and secured a chain around
her back so she could not pull away. She was silent, dripping with sweat, tears
streaming down her flushed face, breathing in heavy gasps. The steel clamps
surrounding her nipples oozed a few drops of blood staining the table. The
Warden ordered them removed. Gomez looked up blinking back the tears hoping for
some relief, but when the clamps came off she screamed in pain as the blood
flowed back into her clamped flesh. 'We have a few questions to ask you
Professor, if you give us the right answers you will be taken to a regular cell
for rest. If you do not I will order to sent to the isolation unit for a month.
Do you understand bitch!' he said.
'Yes Sir!' she gasped, looking down on her bare tit flesh spread out on the
table. The Warden stood up, 'Do you have a daughter in her late teens early
twenties?' 'No SIR, no I don't' she said in a strong raspy voice. The Warden
nodded to the guard, 'Nipple her'. He walked over gasped her left nipple, pulled
it out hard and nailed it to the table just behind the dark nipple, then did the
right one as Gomez shrieked. 'I will ask you again Professor, do you have a
daughter in her late teens early twenties' he asked. For a moment she hesitated
as the Warden picked up a flexible rod from the table and slowly ran it across
the tops of her pinned breasts. Gomez looked down on her generously proportioned
tits displayed on the table. At her age the loose full flesh flattened spreading
out into two wide meaty mammaries ending in elongated brown tanned areola,
covering almost a quarter of the tit. The nail piercing just behind each thick
nipple caused it to swell and point up wards. A little drop of white fluid
dotted the tip. She open her mouth but before she could speak the Warden
snapped the cane across the center of her right mammary leaving a burning red
welt. 'YES! YESSS I HAVE A DAUGHTER THAT AGE' Gomez shouted, tears streaming
down her cheeks. 'That's better. Now tell me what her roll is in the rebel
movement.' Ordered the Warden. 'Oh please noooo, she has nothing to do ....
Ahaahhhh.' She moaned. 'Hissss SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.' The Warden added three
more bloody strips to her suffering tits. 'Strap the bitch down.' He ordered,
and then turned to me, 'Lets go out in the passage for a few minutes.'
In the passage the Warden told me the General had interrogated Professor Gomez's
20-year-old daughter. The girl was a second year University student who had
spent a summer training with the rebels at a camp near the Cordoba boarder. She
then became a currier between the University movement and the rebels, traveling
by bus every few weeks to the remote city of Marianka with money and plans of
government buildings. Captured in a routine search the General ordered her
brought to his plantation instead of going to the military for interrogation. I
was to visit the General the next day.
Going back into the interrogation room, Gomez was in the same position, on her
knees, tit flesh out on the table but now she had on a wide iron neck collar
with chains going to both ankles pulling her torso up and out. A strap had been
added at the base of each fat tit holding it down to the table. The glossy sweat
of intense interrogation bathed her body from head to toe. She moaned looking
at her nailed nipples. The Warden waved the cane in front of her tapping each
big udder. 'What connection does your daughter have with the rebels?' SMACK,
SMACK, SMACK,,,,, aaaaAAAHAAAA. Her eyes flew wide open as she yelped, I though
she was going to faint. A splash of pee squirted between her fleshy thighs.
After a few minutes she composed herself whispering, 'My daughter Mari is a
currier for the rebels, she goes to Marianka every month with money and
documents, but that is all! Please don't cane my tits anymore SIR! Please I will
work hard for you, use me in the fields like the others. I know my place is to
serve I will be a good prisoner let me show you! I know I was wrong to support
the rebels; I want to prove it to you. I want to be naked in chains, please
spare my breasts. I will do anything you ask, I am still young enough for sex!
Use me!' 'Good for you Gomez, you will get your wish but first one more
question. Has your daughter ever trained with the rebels?' he asked leaning
close to her. She blinked back the sweat flowing into her eyes. 'Oh no Sir'. The
Warden smiled, knowing she was still trying to hold out. His cane landed three
time on the tips of her nipples. He turned to the guard, 'Put her in solitary
confinement in the hole, daily flogging. I will tell you when to let her out.
This one has a lot to learn.' Gomez was still squealing in pain as we left the
cell.
On my way back to the city I wondered what Gomez's daughter would be like.
Tomorrow I would find out.
