The Colonel's Memoirs

I realize that it is some time since I wrote the first chapter of my story. You must forgive the delay but I have been busy moving house. Somebody tipped off those busy body meddlers in our county’s Justice Department and they began snooping.

When I finished last time I was about to describe our special unit. In view of what has happened I think it would be unwise to give too much detail about that now. It is enough for you to know that a special unit was set up with the aim of terrorising opponents and securing their co-operation by torturing or thraetening to torture their loved ones. My section dealt with the female relatives. We were located in a quiet part of the country. Prisoners were brought to us but only held for a short time.

One of my main tasks was to turn opponents into collobarators who would then be used to infiltrate our enemies’ organisations and betray them. Nothing undermines your enemies better than distrust and suspicion amongst themselves.

The normal routine was to bring the target and his family to the centre and make them watch the torture of other prisoners. By this time some of the torture methods used by our colleagues in the secret police were known so we developed new methods of applying pain. It was very important that our targets  should realize that if they did not co-operate and were returned to us with their families they would hear the agonized screams of their wives and daughters for a very long time as they were subjected to days and weeks of torture. Over the doorway to the torture block I ordered the sign ‘Welcome to Women’s Hell’ to be painted. Our medical facilities were second to none – medicos from the secret police came to be trained in how to keep their female torture victims alive.

Just after I finished writing the first chapter of my memoirs I had a visitor. Many years ago Juan had served with the police department, he retired some years ago but still has friends there. He had a briefcase with him. After we had talked for a while he suddenly asked “Do you know what happened to the men you worked with after the General retired?”

“No. It was best we went our separate ways when the unit was disbanded so that our enemies would find it harder to track us down. I haven’t seen any of them since.”

“Two weeks ago a man called Alfredo Gonzales was knocked down by a car as he tried to cross a busy road. He was trying to escape from a group of men who were chasing him. They said he was a torturer with the unit. The old man who was with them identified him – he said he watched Gonzales torture his wife for days. One of the patrolmen tipped me off so I could search Gonzales’s apartment before the Justice Department did. It was a good thing I did because I found these hidden there.”

Juan opened the briefcase and pulled out a number of notebooks and passed them over.

“In those notebooks Gonzales recorded the details of most of his torture sessions. He worked with you in the unit – Gonzales was the Bull.”

“Shit.” was all I could think of to say.

Of all the vicious, sadistic torturers I ever met the Bull was the best. A woman he worked on was doomed to hours of terrible pain. His skill in using the tried and tested methods was legendary and his imagination in dreaming up new tortures was unsurpassed. He could keep going for hours too. Needless to say we used him a lot in the unit.

After Juan had gone I began to read. I realized then that instead of you reading my account of those days you might prefer to read the Bull’s. So here it is. The names have been changed of course but all the descriptions of the torture sessions are as he wrote them. Occasionally I have improved the grammar and words. After all you have to remember he was employed as a torturer not a writer. In the book he actually wrote the date. I have dropped that and given each day a number.

Day One

Today I began my duties at V… Our squad arrived at the base and we were met by a Sergeant. He began by reminding us that we had been specially selected by the officers in the training camp and that we were involved in secret work vital to national security. The penalty for betrayal would be death, not just for us but our families. To talk of what we saw in the camp would be punished by death.

After his introduction we were marched around the camp and posted at different places. The prisoners were kept in a large building, men and women together. I was taken to a smaller building and posted just outside the front door. It was, as I soon discovered, the place where interrogations and torture was carried out.

The first scream shook me a bit I can tell you. It was a man but whatever they did to him made him scream like an animal. After a while I got used to it. I had been there about an hour when the door opened and 2 plain clothes men came out. They walked across to the building where the prisoners were held and came back with a woman who was aged about 30.

A few minutes after they had taken her inside I heard a terrible scream, the worst I had heard all morning. It shook me but oddly enough it also excited me. I could feel my cock stiffening in my pants. As each scream came from the woman inside my cock got harder and harder and I was terrified I was going to cum in my pants. Then the sergeant turned up.

“Everything all right soldier?”

“Yes Sergeant.”

He nodded and looked at me. My face was flushed and I was sweating. My trousers felt as if a tent pole was stuck inside them.

“Are you sure? Sometimes this place upsets people at first, but those men in there have an important job to do. It’s thanks to them that we are winning this war against the Commies.”

Another terrible scream came from the woman inside. I counted to ten and wondered what the penalty was for creaming your pants. Then he looked at me more closely.

“A lot of men can’t bear to listen when they have a woman in there but you have to remember a woman can take more pain than a man. It’s in their nature. Try standing outside a labour ward in the maternity hospital if you don’t believe me.”

“It’s not that Sergeant…….”

“Oh. I know what your problem is soldier. You want to have a look don’t you?”

Another soldier was just passing and the sergeant called him over and told him to take over from me for a few minutes. He opened the door and told me to follow him. There was another door in front of us. When he opened it I was shocked by the smell. Piss, shit and blood. Then there was another scream. He knocked on a door and went in. There were four men in the room and the woman I had seen earlier. She was stark naked and fastened to an iron bedstead. Two of the men had cattle prods in their hands. One of them reached across the bed and pressed the tip hard into her nipple while the other pushed his prod into her vagina. I could see that the two torturers were used to working together. The first let the current flow for a minute while the other waited. As soon as the first had finished the second switched his on for about the same time bfore nodding to his mate who began letting the juice flow into the woman’s nipple again. The screams the woman let out as they applied the electricity to her nipples and cunt was bad but when they did both together she made noises which I’ve never a human being make before.

The officer in charge turned to my sergeant and asked what we wanted. There was a lot of laughter from the torturers as he explained. The officer looked at me at then at the woman on the bed.

“You hear that bitch. You think you are so fucking brave and all you are doing is making the guards horny. Shall I let him rape you?”

The woman started begging him not to so of course they undid the straps and threw her on the floor. I could hardly wait. My pants were soon down around my knees and I was just about to ram home when the officer stopped me.

“No. Stick it in her ass. Then she can use her mouth to clean you up when you’ve finished.”

I had never fucked a woman in the ass and didn’t really want to start but I knew if I didn’t do what I was told I would never get another chance. It was incredibly tight and all the while she screeched in my ear so it must have hurt her like hell. As I came I pushed as deep into her as I could. I also had the bright idea of twisting her nipples as hard as I could as I pumped her. The racket she made then was awful and I could see her eyes beginning to go glassy. I didn’t want the bitch missing anything I was doing to her so stopped working her nipples and eased off the pumping. I just let myself squirt into her then I pulled out. My cock was covered in blood, shit and cum. I grabbed her head and pinched her nose so she had to open her mouth then I put my cock in. I could see she was about to puke so I pulled it out and wiped it clean on her hair instead.

I was then told to go back to my post. They were putting her back on the iron bedframe as I left and the screaming started again as I walked back.

Day Two

It has been about a fortnight since I was allowed to take part in the torture of that woman resistance worker and I had given up hope of having another go when Sergeant G…. told me I was to report for extra duty that night at 11.30.

When I arrived at the barracks there were a van parked there which I did not recognize. Sergeant G told me that we were to tranfer a number of prisoners to secret police headquarters. Apparently we hadn’t managed to wring enough information from them and a decision had been made that the experts in the secret police should work on them. I was part of the force ordered to guard them en route.

The prisoners did not put up any fight and our drive to the secret police’s HQ at Base Orange was quiet. I was pretty angry at losing sleep for such a mission but when I got to Base Orange I had a nice surprise. Who should I see but my old mate Julio.

Julio was working for the secret police. He had a word with our Lieutenant who was commanding the guard squad and I was left behind. After I had told him about what had happened with the woman I began beefing about how I thought I should be working in the torture chambers instead of guarding prisoners. Julio asked me if I would like to have a look around.

“Unfortunately because you are not a member of *** I cannot take you into a torture room while someone is being tortured.”

The interrogation rooms were located in the basement of the building. Although Julio was not allowed to take me into an occupied torture chamber there was one free. The first thing that impressed me was the equipment available to the torturers to loosen tongues. Besides the metal bedframe there were X shaped wooden frames mounted against the walls to which prisoners could be attached. On a table various torture instruments were placed ready for use. There were a number of pieces of equipment designed for applying electricity which I found interesting. I told Julio about me idea for an electrode shaped like a huge cock which could be used on women prisoners and he smiled. What was particularly interesting to me was the range of equipment available for burning tortures but I didn’t really get much of a chance to look as someone needed to use the room for a prisoner who had just been brought in.

Although we couldn’t go in inside any of the rooms I could hear from the long screams of pain that these guys really knew their stuff when it came to torture. I said as much to Julio and he grinned. “The Chief doesn’t like unconscious or dead prisoners. He says neither will tell you anything. It keeps our guys on their toes and means we are the best fucking torturers in the country.”

It was then that I told him that I would have liked to have been selected for ***. He looked thoughtful and led me along a corridor. We went into a room with chairs and tables which was clearly some kind of rest room. From next door I could hear a woman.

“No please don’t rape me. I’ll tell you anything you want to know only please don’t rape me.”

The only response she got was a lot of laughter and comments.

“That’s the rape room. We use it to punish people who annoy us. The bitch in there made a nasty comment about one of our officer’s wives. Now she is about to be given a good fucking by a dozen guys from the rape squad. She won’t know what has hit her believe me. Those guys really know what they are doing. One day I went in and I saw this bitch lying on the ground with two cocks in her cunt and I mean big cocks not small ones. They split her so badly she had to be stitched up.”

There was a loud scream. “Sounds like they have started. Shame you can’t watch.”

At that moment another guard came in and Julio asked him if he knew where 32 was. I later found out that all the torturers called themselves Oscar to confuse the prisoners, using a number to distinguish themselves. Julio was 73.

The guard told us and we went off again. We found 32 in a room with his pants round his ankles. Two really beautiful girls in their late teens were naked in front of him. One of the girls had his cock in her mouth and was sucking him. The other girl was holding a wine glass. We watched as the first girl sucked him like her life depended on it. When 32 began to grunt she pulled her mouth away and the other girl placed the end of the glass over his wet cock and began to jerk him off. After she had finished jerking him off into a glass. She passed it back to the first girl who was just lifting it to her lips when he stopped her.

“No. Give to him to put some more in.” He nodded towards Julio. “You,” pointing to the second girl “use your mouth on him.”

As the girl sucked him off Julio explained that I wanted to join *** as a torturer.

Thirty-two looked me up and down and then said “Wank yourself into that glass.”

When I pulled my stiff cock out of my trousers he nodded approvingly. “Good cunt splitter you have there.” Before I could come Julio began grunting rapidly and I had to pass the glass to him. This time it was the first girl who milked him into the glass. Then it was my turn. It seemed that because I was not a member of *** I would have to do everything myself. Just to show I was as good as them I actually jerked off twice into the glass.

Thirty-two handed the half full glass of sperm to the first girl. “Drink it.” he snapped.

I could see the girl did not want to but she was obviously too frightened to disobey. We all watched as she lifted the glass to her mouth and tilted it so that the sperm ran down. She managed to swallow the lot but 32 was not satisfied. “Run your fingers around the inside to collect the rest and then lick them clean. I want to see that glass nice and clean or you know what will happen to you.”

Once the girls were finished with 32 had them returned to the cells.

“So you want to be a torturer do you? Well there is only one way to find out if you will be any good. Ever heard of the penknife test?”

I shook my head.

“It’s how we test people. Come with me.”

When I got down to the cells I was taken into one where a man who had been very badly tortured was lying on the floor. He was barely conscious. I was given a small penknife. My task was to make the man scream for as long as possible just using the penknife. I was not allowed to use any of the most sensitive parts of his body like his cock. I did it by cutting a slit in the man’s arm and using the blade to peel back some skin.

After a few minutes 32 said “Well done.” I had passed the test.