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South American Adventure
Chapter Three
Cindy’s mind was in turmoil. Just twenty four hours ago, she had been enjoying a normal student life in a safe and secure country, with no real worries except maybe some exams looming on the horizon. Now, she was being held captive in a strange and distant country, like an animal, alone and completely naked with no possessions to her name, not even the tiniest rag of clothing. Sobbing softly, she was lead, one officer holding each arm, along the corridor to a door at the far end. The interrogator opened it and watched as the two uniformed officers guided her outside. Daytime temperatures were hot and humid, but at night they seemed to drop and Cindy shuddered when the cold air, hit her. Goose bumps formed on her skin and her nipples became hard. Standing by the door was a small truck with a canvass covered top, sides and rear flap, the type that is used for transporting troops. The rear flap was tied back, and in the dim interior she could just make out straps hanging from bars across the top which supported the canvass. She was taken to the rear and told to get in. Very aware of their stares she climbed awkwardly inside, knowing that her bare ass and pussy would be just inches from their eyes as she scrambled up onto the flat truck bed. She was followed by the two officers who had lead her from the room. They quickly lifted her arms above her head and attached two of the hanging straps to her wrists. “Legs apart” they barked the command and she spread her legs wide to the point they indicated so they could attach straps, bolted to the floor, to her ankles. The Chief Interrogator watched until she was securely tied, and then walked to the front of the truck and got in. One of her two guards closed the rear flap and they both sat down on benches running along the sides, as the engine was started and the vehicle lurched out of the courtyard and onto the road. The journey was a nightmare. At first the truck was driven on relatively smooth surfaces, but then over roads which became rougher and rougher until it seemed that they were little more than tracks. It was also obvious from the straining engine and slower progress that they were constantly climbing higher and higher. The vehicle lurched and rocked and Cindy’s body stretched and twisted in her standing spread eagle position. She remained acutely aware of the men staring at her young, slim and very nude body, her high stretched arms causing her to become completely flat chested but showing off to perfection the pure white skin stretched tightly over her ribs, her concave stomach, her slim legs and small firm buttocks. Sometimes, when the truck went over a pothole or round a bend, her bare feet slipped on the steel floor and she hung by her wrists. To add to her fear and discomfort she became very cold and very aware that she was being taken to somewhere completely unknown, in the nude, and totally at the mercy of both these men, the sadistic interrogator and whatever others would be at her destination. After what seemed an eternity, the truck slowed and lurched to a stop. In the silence after the engine was turned off Cindy could hear no other sounds and she guessed they had climbed up into the mountains which surrounded the town. The flap was opened, her wrists and ankles released, and she was lead to the truck rear.
The men jumped down and then motioned for her to follow. She crouched down, again very aware of them staring at her nakedness and then jumped, gasping when her bare feet landed on a hard stony surface. It was now much colder and she was shivering as they took her arms and lead her to the side. It was dark, but she was aware of the outlines of trees beyond where the truck had parked and some distance away, she could see a building with some dim lights outlining one or two windows. Expecting to be taken into the building, she was surprised when she was lead to a clearing in front of the truck. In its headlights, which had been left illuminated, she could make out two tall post about 1.5 metres apart. She was made to stand in between the posts and ordered to spread her legs wide apart. Trembling, she did as she was ordered. The interrogator appeared before her. Not wide enough he snapped, and kicked her feet even wider apart. Cuffs attached to ropes, were then put on her ankles and tied to the bottoms of the posts. Similar cuffs attached to ropes leading up through pulleys fixed to the top of each of the posts were put on her wrists. Watched by the Chief Interrogator, the guards then pulled on the ropes, raising her wrists and stretching her arms high over her head. She was now, again, in a standing spread eagle, tightly stretched and completely vulnerable, not knowing who or what lay beyond the glare of the truck lights. She heard a noise, like some equipment was being prepared, and then saw the outline of the interrogator standing in front of her holding what appeared to be a long tube which he pointed at her. Suddenly, for a second she thought it was some sort of gun and they were going to shoot her. She opened her mouth to scream but before much sound came out, there was a noise like running water, and her belly was hit by a jet of freezing cold water under high pressure. Then she screamed. It felt like her skin was being stripped from her body and she desperately tried to twist away from the freezing blast, but the ropes held her firmly in position. Slowly, he directed the jet up her body until it was blasting her tiny breasts, Gasping and crying from the cold and high pressure, she could only wait until he lowered the lance and felt the high pressure water move slowly back down her chest. It did not stop at her stomach, but continued down toward her spread legs and pussy. The pain increased as it got closer, and then it hit her spread slit. She screamed and twisted in a desperate attempt to get away from the millions of needles that were constantly hitting the most sensitive part of her body. It seemed to last for ages, but eventually passed on down each leg, hitting her inner thighs with almost as much pain as her pussy and breasts. For what seemed for ever, but was about 5 minutes, he power washed every inch of her body, back and front, ignoring only her head. When he finished she hung limply from the wrist cuffs, her head bowed, shivering from the cold and in the full belief that her skin had been blasted away. The interrogator walked up to her. We must have you clean and ready to be questioned. Get used to it, it will become a part of your stay here. Maybe next time it will be an ice bath.
Responding to the interrogators command, the guards released her from the cuffs and half supporting her, made her walk down the pebble pathway toward the building, the stones pushing cruelly into the soft sensitive soles of her bare feet. In the darkness, as they approached, it looked sinister and foreboding, and being taken completely nude into the unknown made her feel more vulnerable and humiliated that ever. The Interrogator swung open a door and she was pushed roughly inside. The door closed, she heard a switch being turned on and the corridor was flooded with light leaving Cindy standing, terrified, under the gaze of the three men. Completely naked, in an unknown place, and under threat, if not promise, of unthinkable torture, she sank into an abyss of total loneliness. She was guided along the corridor, past closed, heavy looking doors, and down a flight of stone stairs to a cold cellar. With dread she realised it contained cells across the front of which were steel bars, like the jails in cowboy films. Positioned outside one of the cells was a small trolley holding a box from which ran what appeared to be wires disappearing through the cell bars. As she drew level, the men stopped and twisted her toward the cell. She gasped, not believing what she was seeing. Tied spreadeagled to the bars by her wrists arms, ankles and lower legs was a young girl, also completely nude. She was around Cindy’s age and about the same height and build. Her eyes appeared closed as if she were asleep, and as Cindy stared, transfixed she heard a humming emanate from the box on the trolley. To her horror the girls eyes flew open, her body convulsed pulling against the straps which bound her, and she screamed loudly causing Cindy to pull against her captors as she recoiled in fright. As the two men held her even more firmly, the girl went limp and Cindy realised the humming had stopped. It was then she noticed that the wires leading from the box ran to between the girls widely spread legs. The interrogator spoke. This is Carla and she is also reluctant to tell us what we want to know, but she will – sooner or later. He motioned to the guards and they pushed Cindy up to the bars, and made her crouch down until her eyes were level with the girls crotch. Like Cindy, she was completely shaved, and plainly visible was the head of what appeared to be a large dildo pushed inside her. Connected to the head were the wires from the box. The Interrogator moved a switch on the box and then also lowered himself down, grasping the head of the dildo and in a twisting movement withdrew it harshly from the girls pussy, again causing her to scream with pain. Cindy’s wide eyes stared unbelievably at the thing in his hand. The dildo was of a large diameter and made up of what looked like metal bands separated by some sort of plastic material. The tip had two metal probes on it, spaced apart. The size though was not the thing that made Cindy feel sick. All round the length of the dildo, sticking out at right angles, were spikes about half an inch long. Although Cindy had never had intercourse, she had masturbated, sometimes using a small dildo. She could not imagine what having something like this thing forced inside her would be like, and even though the spikes had rounded rather than sharp, pointed ends, she was sure they would cause excruciating pain. He stroked the dildo, almost lovingly. This is one of our milder tools, but even so very useful and effective. Its, construction is clever. The metal bands are of different polarities to ensure the effects of the electric shocks are maximised by distributing them along the entire length of her cunt wall. The end probes are designed to touch the cervix and can be used to deliver separate shocks or together with the bands. This in itself is agony, but the spikes add another dimension. Not only immensely painful when inserted and withdrawn, the current can cause the muscles to contract and the subject tries to impale herself on them, thus adding to the torment. The electrical generator is also carefully designed to compliment the probes and contacts. It can be set to deliver shocks of the same length at the same, fixed, intervals apart, or it can be set to deliver different length shocks varying in strength and at varying times apart. This is the most effective since the victim never knows when they will be shocked, for how long or how strongly. He stopped. We must continue. This prisoner has only been connected for an hour or so, and has at least one more to go. He positioned the dildo between her legs and pushed it hard back inside her. Carla gave another agonised scream as the spikes dragged along the abused length of her pussy. He reconnected the leads and adjusted some settings on the generator. Two power levels up I think, and a longer average duration. We will be back later Carla to see if you have something you wish to tell us. As the soldiers pulled Cindy to her feet, the machine hummed, a deeper more powerful noise which lasted noticeably longer. An animal like scream erupted from the girls mouth and she thrashed against her bonds. When it was over, Cindy felt sick to the depths of her stomach. “How can you do this” she whispered. “It’s not human”. His voice was again harsh and cold. “I told you. I love it. I love to hurt people, and I am going to love torturing you.
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