Cruel Island - A Mantok Story

Cruel Island – A Mantok Story

Eighteen-year-old Mandy Jones had a secret.

Looking at her aunt, Judy Morgan, and her aunt’s friend, Angie Crawford, chatting ahead of her in the queue at Mantok Airport made her hot and excited all over again as she remembered what she’d seen at the hotel last night. She didn’t like or trust Judy and things had been worse since Ms Crawford had appeared. But now she knew something that might give her a bit o f advantage for a change.

She’d thought of nothing else on the flight from Jakarta, As usual she’d been back in coach while they’d smiled and made nothing noises and gone forward to business class leaving her on her own. On arrival she’d only been able to spy on the two of them briefly as they’d trekked along those horrible long corridors before joining the line in the hot, airless hall waiting for the formalities of passport control and security.

In her mind’s eye her aunt wasn’t standing in a queue just in front of her wearing a thin cotton dress, hair in a neat ponytail with gold-strapped sandals on her manicured feet. What Mandy saw was Judy’s naked body, the bronze tan emphasised by the paler shadows left by her bikini as she knelt with knees wide apart on the carpet of the hotel room.

Mandy could see that her aunt’s dress was tight across the top emphasising the swell of her breasts. She watched the way the taut material jiggled and moved as her aunt walked ahead of her with Angie and she remembered last night. Then Judy’s hands had been tied behind her back with the belt from one of the complimentary bathrobes but she had been arching forward so Mandy had seen every detail of those full breasts with their soft brown caps and long stiff nipples. Judy’s eyes had been closed with pleasure as she stretched her lips round the already wet shaft of a thick plastic cock.

Back in the heat and sweat of the line Mandy’s eyes flicked across to Ms Crawford (‘but you call me Angie, Honey.’) Last night confirmed Mandy’s mixed feelings about her. On the one hand she was always touching Mandy…like offering to rub on sunscreen at the pool last week and that made Mandy all excited. On the other hand Mandy was more than a little afraid of her. Her manner was aggressive, even when she was trying to be nice. It wasn’t just the way she dressed, or the jet-black hair cut very short, but the hard, knowing expression and the way she always took charge; making Judy do everything she suggested.

Mandy squirmed because she knew with a mixture of fear and excitement that very soon Angie Crawford was going to take charge rather than just watch when she was being punished. The thought of being caned by Angie was frightening… but thinking about what would happen afterwards with two of them playing with her made her shiver with a different kind of excitement. She’d seen the way Angie looked at her…and could imagine how it would feel if she was the one being forced to ride that thick, black dildo…making her cum…and cum again…until she was screaming for Angie to stop.

Today Angie was wearing designer jeans and a blue linen shirt. Last evening she had been standing over Aunt Judy, fingers twisted in her blonde hair as she controlled how Judy licked and sucked that gleaming black shaft. Mandy shivered and pressed her thighs together as she though about that stolen view of Angela’s slim, dancer’s body gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat, the muscles showing in strong relief as she stood with her back arched and hips thrust forwards.

Just for a moment she wondered what it might be like to be controlled like that…forced to do all those things that she really wanted to do anyway…

Mandy knew Angie’s deep bronze tan was even all over with no trace of bikini marks because, like Judy, she’d been naked. Naked that is, apart from the straps of the harness fastened tightly round her waist and between her legs that held the eight inch dildo jutting up and out for her lover’s attentions. ‘Oh yes, that’s it, babe, make it all wet and slippery…think of where that’s going to slide in sooo easily in a moment…all the way up inside, just like you want…that’s right, isn’t it baby…’

Mandy hadn’t meant to spy, really she hadn’t…but the connecting door was ajar and when she’d heard Ms Crawford’s voice she’d naturally taken a peek ‘cause she’d thought that Ms Crawford was in her own room down the corridor…and then she’d just stayed and stayed…watching the whole thing.

After a few minutes Angie Crawford pushed Judy away so she rolled onto her side. As Judy struggled to get up again Angie sprawled back in the upholstered chair by the window. She’d run her finger up and down the slippery, wet rod that stuck up like a blunt spear from her groin. ‘C’mon fuckslut, stop just lying there, come and take a ride. You know you want to…’

Mandy touched herself briefly, feeling a sudden sexual tingle as she remembered how she’d used two fingers up inside at first with long deep strokes then changing to just one finger vibrating her clit while watching her aunt struggle to her feet. Then, when Judy finally managed to straddle Angie’s hips and slowly impale herself on the thick black rod she just had to cum.

But, that hadn’t been the best bit. She squeezed her thighs tightly together thinking about how she’d rested her head on the door frame to get her breath back but had gone on watching and playing with her cunt as Angie went on fucking her aunt with that plastic rod until she made Judy cum so hard she screamed aloud. But the really good bit was when Angie took off the harness, pushed Judy flat on the floor and started to ride her face. That was when she’d cum for the second time and…

…Mandy’s hot dream was interrupted as the queue moved forward. She wiped beads of sweat from her forehead and shuffled up using one foot to push her bag against her aunt’s case. She was bored, hot and tired but getting more and more nervous the longer the wait went on. She was very conscious of the arrogant stares and swaggering rudeness of the Mantok police and security officials who seemed to be everywhere.

She’d seen them looking at her and was wishing that she’d worn something a bit more concealing than brief shorts and a loose fitting tee shirt. Even worse she’d been so roused but what she’d seen last night that she’d decided to do without a bra so she could feel the added thrill of the material rubbing against her stiff nipples as she moved. The only good thing was at the top was so loose and baggy that it helped to cover up just how hard and prominent they were as a result of her sex dreams.

Suddenly, there were raised voices and shouting at the Security Control desk ahead of her. A moment later she watched an attractive middle-aged coloured women in a smart, charcoal grey business outfit and cream blouse being taken away, her high heels clattering on the tiled floor as the uniformed guards holding her arms tightly hurried her along. The woman was still shouting something as they forced her away but her words stopped abruptly. Mandy thought she saw one of the men hit her but couldn’t be sure. As they went past she was close enough to see that the woman was looking both angry and frightened…and that she was crying.

She tried not to watch or think about what had happened and just tugged at the hem of her shorts. She noticed that her aunt and Angie had seen the incident too and were whispering to each other and looking worried. Mandy didn’t really understand what they were arguing about, or why they were getting so worried over someone else’s problems but she knew things were going wrong..

They hadn’t originally planned to come here at all and still weren’t happy about it. She’d overheard Angie say something about Mantok being ‘a fucking awful place if you’re caught’. But it was because something had gone badly wrong in Jakarta. Some business deal that Judy and Angie were involved in had meant they had to take something to Mantok and meet someone there whether they liked it or not. Mandy didn’t know anything about it and every time she’d asked one of them she’d been brushed off with ‘it’s private business, honey.’

Mandy saw one of the security men looking across at them. He seemed to be studying Judy and Angie’s reactions and was very interested in the two of them. She was about to tell Judy when the man looked away and bent down to talk to someone else. Angie and Judy were still whispering to each other when the line moved forwards and it was their turn at Security. Mandy decided not to say anything but let them get a little ahead as they were waved forwards.

Judy and Angie put their bags on the scanner and walked through the detector in turn. Mandy gave a sigh of relief as both of them went through without a bleep. But, she had been so busy watching Angie and Judy that she didn’t notice the knowing grins and comments between the two women officers on the other side of the gate who were both looking at her. Neither did Mandy see one of them step on a concealed floor switch as she walked through the detector.

‘Beeeeeeeep!’

Mandy went bright red as the beep went off and one of the women in a white blouse and black uniform skirt and wearing latex gloves pointed to tell her to stand to the side.

‘Sorry, I don’t know what… I haven’t got a watch or a belt.’ She showed her bare wrist and lifted her tee shirt to show the lady who just smiled.

‘No worry…just step over here and put your arms out. Must check you all over – for security.’ Mandy could herself getting all red and hot as the woman stood close then ran her hands along her arms. She gasped as the woman felt under each arm then touched her breasts. The security guard smiled as she realised that the teenager was naked beneath the baggy tee shirt.  The smiled widened at the girl’s reaction. She waited a moment then deliberately stroked her fingertips across the eighteen year old’s stiff nipples. She gave the left one a little tweak ‘Not got any pretty rings here then?’

‘Aaaaah…n-n-no, no…nuh-nuthing’

‘Pity, they’re sitting up and taking notice though…I like that in a girl.’ Before the teenager could reply the hands moved lower. Mandy sighed, half relief and half disappointment, when the woman briskly felt down one leg then the other. Then, ‘Just one more place to check’, she said. Latex covered fingers probed between Mandy’s thighs, one finger slightly hooked so it pressed up into the slit of her cunt. The eighteen year old gasped again at the intrusion, her face flushing bright red hoping that the woman didn’t notice how warm and wet she was.

The woman had.

Mandy whimpered with excitement as she felt the woman grip the covered bulge of her cunt gently between forefinger and thumb, pressing the lips together. ‘No piercing, no rings here either?’ She moved her fingers very slowly to and fro so the slippery lips rubbed against each other. The woman smiled as she watched the girl shivering and blushing with a mixture of fear and growing excitement.

Mandy Jones could only shake her head, not trusting herself to speak.

The woman’s fingers played with the girl’s cunt lips for a few more moments the she smiled. ‘OK, you’re clear…have a nice stay with us.’ The woman smiled again and lifted her fingers to her nose. ‘It’s always a pleasure to welcome a beautiful young lady to Mantok…have a good day.’ Mandy stumbled and nearly fell over in her haste to collect her backpack from the belt.

Behind her there was amused laughter and she could hear the woman saying something to her companion. Even though she couldn’t make out the words she just knew they were talking about her. She felt another hot flush sweeping through her but this time it wasn’t just embarrassment, it was excitement too. She’d been so worked up remembering what she’d seen last night that the woman had nearly made her cum just with those few touches.

It was only when she managed to take a couple of deep breaths and calm down a little that she realised that neither Judy nor Angie Crawford were anywhere in sight. In fact there was no one around at all apart from the one who’d searched her, the other woman and two other security men.

‘You go that way, darling,’ the coloured woman who’d searched her said with a smile. ‘Just keep on going and the exit’s marked.’ She paused and looked at the eighteen year old with an even bigger smile. ‘Unless you were waiting for me to get of duty?’

“No, no it’s not like that, please…the two ladies in front of me…where did they go?’

‘Why?’ The woman’s voice changed instantly at Mandy’s question and there was a suddenly a harder, more official tone in her voice with a real edge to it.

‘I-I-I’m s-s-supposed to be with them. Judy Morgan, she’s my Aunt…and the other lady is her friend Ms Crawford.’

Her words seemed to cause confusion among the security staff. The woman snapped, ‘Wait here’ and went over to the one Mandy thought was a senior officer and they started looking at all sorts of documents and papers.

She thought she heard him say. ‘That’s not the names we have…the ones she gave you are different…’ Then he said something about, ‘looks like she wasn’t sitting with them either…maybe she’s not in on it?’ Finally the officer looked at her and the woman who’d searched her took Mandy over to him. He spent ten minutes questioning her about all sorts of things. He seemed very interested in the relationship between Judy and Angie Crawford. Mandy tried not to say she knew they were lesbians and lovers but the man seemed to know they were more than just friends already.

Mandy didn’t let on but she knew that Judy had been involved with some kind of police enquiry a year of so ago although nothing had even gone to court. That was when she’d first met Angie Crawford. Mandy only knew because of what she’d overheard one evening when they were talking about ‘arranging new documents’. She thought that Angie had been in prison because there’d been some problems with their documents when they’d been away on another trip last year without Mandy.

He kept asking her about Judy and Angie’s names…was she sure that’s what they were called? Mandy got quite upset and frightened because all the security people were looking at her like she was some kind of criminal or terrorist or something. She tried to say that they were all just on their way home from a holiday but no one was listening and they just didn’t seem to believe anything she said.

Finally the officer flicked his fingers towards a plain door with a ‘Restricted’ sign on it. Mandy was too confused and upset to complain when one of the men picked up her backpack and pointed at the door. She was too far away to hear the instructions that the senior officer was giving to the woman who’d searched her originally. 

‘You look after her, Lieutenant. No mistakes…and no loose ends.  We’ve got at least 48 hours.’ He turned to the other man. ‘I want all those documents checked again…all of them…and fucking well do it properly this time!’ Turning back to the Lieutenant he added, ‘keep it soft for the moment. If she’s unhelpful maybe we’ll let her see what’s happening to the others and I’ll bet she’ll be only too willing to co-operate. I’ll inform Colonel Telak. He’ll probably want to question her. I know that he intends to interrogate the other two personally.’ All three of them nodded, their expressions of cruel amusement making it clear they knew that the two women would not enjoy the kind of attention they were going to receive at the Colonel’s hands.

‘Of course, my pleasure, Sir.’

‘Have a care, Lieutenant, if she is clean then we don’t want any complaints… especially from the Americans.’

The woman smiled and lifted her fingers to her nose. If she’d read the signs right there would be great pleasure…some pain too…but no complaints. Miss Mandy Jones might not be in school at present but here in Mantok she was going to receive a very special and adult education over the next few days.

Behind the door was a long, wide corridor. Pale cream-painted cinderblock walls with door at intervals down each side led to a T-junction at the end. Everything looked somehow military and official, Mandy thought, stencilled information signs everywhere, painted lines, no pictures or bright comfortable touches at all. The only colour was the scarlet of the fire extinguishers. Even the carpet was a drab flecked grey pattern. But she did notice that the doors down one side looked like they were made of metal and that they had big brass key plates and covered viewing ports at eye level.

‘In here,’ Mandy looked round, it was the woman who’d searched her. She was holding open a door on the other side of the corridor. ‘Sit there, put your bag on the table.’ This room was plain. The décor was just more cream paint, no windows and a picture of a man in ceremonial robes on the wall opposite the door. There was a table with two plastic chairs to one side. The woman pointed to one of the chairs, ‘There.’

Mandy obeyed, trying to control her growing fear and stop her legs from trembling. Her backpack was dumped onto the table and the woman started to take things out. Mandy went red again when the woman found her spare thong and stretched it across her hand so she could see how sheer and tiny the vee of material was. ‘Mmm, nice…just like you’re wearing I bet?’

Mandy could only nod her head, feeling the heat from her cheeks as the woman tossed the panties onto the rest of her clothes. She went even redder when she saw the woman looking through her toilet bag because she remembered what else was in there.

The little ‘pocket rocket’ vibrator was pink and looked like a large lipstick but the woman smiled broadly when she picked it up. She turned it on and held the end with the little pointed nodules against the pad of her forefinger as the hornet buzzing filled the silence. ‘Well well, grown up toys too.’ She turned it off. ‘Got a boyfriend, Mandy?’

Mandy shook her head. ‘Not at the moment…I-I did but we…s-s-plit up. I don’t…’

The woman looked at her with a knowing smile, ‘…don’t like boys as much as the girls. I’m right, aren’t I? Little Mandy likes the ladies but she’s scared to say so.’ She watched as the eighteen year old went red and looked down at the desk. ‘Your Aunt and her friend have some difficult questions to answer.’ Her voice hardened. ‘When I talk you look at me, Miss Jones!’ Mandy jerked up. ‘That’s better. This is not a game. It’s a matter of security and as you will find out we take security very, very seriously in Mantok. My boss, Colonel Telak wants answers and he’s very good at getting people to talk.’

She paused and leaned forward so she could stroke her fingers down the line of the girl’s jaw. She could feel the tremor in the girl’s cheek as she touched her skin. One finger traced down her neck and over the slope of the teenager’s left breast. ‘I mean making them talk, Mandy…doing things to them…’ The finger circled the girl’s nipple. ‘Very unpleasant things… I expect you can imagine the places on a woman’s body he would use.’ The finger circled harder and Mandy shivered with a mixture of terror and excitement. ‘So, you can talk to me, Mandy nice and easy, or do I need to take you to Colonel Telak?  Which is it to be?

‘P-please…I-I-I’ll tell you what I know…but I don’t really know anything.’

‘Let’s find out, shall we.’ The Lieutenant sat back and took out a small digital recorder.

‘Yes…I mean, yes Lieutenant.’

‘Better.’ She pressed record and swiftly gave the basic interview information. ‘Now what do you know about this trip that has brought you to Mantok?’ Slowly the Lieutenant led Mandy through the details of the trip. She realised very quickly that although the girl may have been suspicious that something was not right, she had never been involved or even had a clue about what was going on.

The clincher was that she just looked blank when she was asked if she knew a Donna Blake or a Mary Phillips. Mandy Jones was no actress and her reaction, shaking her head as she said that the names meant nothing, was obviously not faked. The Lieutenant didn’t tell her that these were the names on the passports Judy and Angie had been using, or that the Mantok Internal Security Force knew those passports were forged.

After half an hour the Lieutenant changed her approach and started asking more personal details of Mandy’s life at home in the states. Bit by bit she heard all about how her father had died when she was still a baby; that her mother had died in a car crash but that Judy, who had been driving, had survived unhurt. How Judy had moved into the apartment only weeks later ‘too look after her’ even though she had no real rights as it had been left to Mandy alone.

Finally Mandy told her how angry Judy had been when she discovered that all of Mandy’s inheritance money was tied up and that Mandy only received a small allowance and there was no way anyone, not even Mandy, could get at the capital until she was eighteen. ‘Do you like your Aunt?’ That was the question where Mandy finally had enough of protecting the person who had bullied and controlled her for the past nine months.

‘No, no I don’t.’ She whispered. ‘I think that she’s just trying to get my money and that she thinks I’m stupid and she can do what she wants to me because I’m only eighteen.’ Slowly the rest of the story came out… Mandy’s fear of Judy’s temper and Judy’s strict discipline regime. Not just being told off or grounded but being caned naked on her bottom for even the most stupid little things.

But she didn’t tell the Lieutenant her real secret shame. The shame of the excitement she felt when she was being punished… or the different, special kind of excitement from what Judy did to her afterwards… and what she did in private. But Mandy needn’t have bothered. The Lieutenant was an expert in punishing young girls for pleasure and knew all about Mandy’s feelings simply by watching the girl’s face as she told her story.

Mandy also told her about Angie…and how Angie’s arrival had made things even worse. How sometimes she was nice, buying her clothes and things. Mandy said that the thongs had been Angie’s idea. But mostly she frightened Mandy, like the times she joined in the punishment sessions…holding Mandy down and bent in position over the chair back while Judy used the cane…ordering Judy that ‘she could take another six’ while Mandy pleaded and screamed…and got wetter and hotter with each stroke.

The Lieutenant probed further. Did Mandy know her aunt and Angie were lesbians? Did they have sex with Mandy? Was that part of the punishments and canings? She smiled to herself listening to the stammering, red-faced answers. It was obvious that both were having fun with the caning and humiliation of their teenage slave. Even though she wasn’t actually admitting it, Lieutenant Mahindra was certain those punishment games had already moved to actually sex with one or both of them making Mandy cum more than once as they groomed the teenager for threesomes with them in the future.

Mandy tried to answer the stream of questions as best she could but really knew very little about Angie Crawford. ‘But I know she doesn’t like needles,’ she said suddenly. ‘Once Judy suggested that they should get tattoos done and Angie went all funny and said she hated needles, that’s all.’

The Lieutenant went back to asking about the holiday. ‘Are you sure that there was nothing else…nothing that you saw or heard. Think hard, Mandy, anything you remember at the hotel or the airport even… it’s very important.’

Mandy tried very hard. ‘No, nothing at all…Oh!’ She stopped and scrabbled among the things from her bag littered across the tabletop. ‘It was when we were waiting in the departure lounge. Judy took a call and scribbled something down. She showed it to Angie and just said ‘Is thatOK?’ And Angie nodded. Then she screwed up the paper and threw it on the table. I picked it up with all the other bits thinking there would be a bin to put them in but there wasn’t so I shoved them in my bag till later…ah!’

She pulled out small crumpled up paper bag, opened it and tipped out a jumble of empty sugar sachets, crisp packets and tag ends of boarding cards. She sorted through it for a moment then gave the Lieutenant a small screwed up piece of paper.

‘Wdayselima420…’ she read, ‘and this was all…nothing else, no other words?’

‘I think Angie said “at theplace”…and Judy nodded…at least I think it was “place”… but I may have misheard ‘cos I wasn’t really listening. Sorry, that was when we walked down to board.’

The Lieutenant stared at the paper for a few moments then suddenly yelled and grabbed the recorder as a guard appeared in the doorway. ‘See she stays here. She talks to no-one, except me or Colonel Telak, clear?’

The Lieutenant disappeared leaving Mandy alone.

*****

Angie Crawford had lost her sandals and her shirt was pulled out from her jeans but she was still clothed when the guards pushed her into the windowless interrogation room. She couldn’t do much to tidy herself up as her hands were still tied behind her back. She knew things were bad because no one had really touched her or asked her any questions…so far. There’d been few slaps and one or two nasty probing fingers pinching her breasts or groping between her thighs as she’d been taken away from the airport but that was all.

The room was hot. There was a chair and a small table to one side. The floor was concrete, painted a dull red. But all Angie Crawford could look at was that other chair, the one in the middle of the room.

She could see every detail very clearly because there were two strong spotlights on stands pointing straight at the middle of the room. It was made of wood, old, dark wood, very solid, very strong. Just four legs and an open back with two uprights and plain top bar, but the more she looked at it, the more frightened she got. The most obvious thing that was wrong with it was that there was no seat in the chair, just an open space where a seat should be. Neither was there any front bar joining the top of the front legs, the bar was lower, about halfway down. She shuddered so there was nothing in the way she thought.

She tried not to look at the other things, the bolts securing the legs to the concrete floor, the metal strengthening pieces on each joint and, worst of all, the straps that hung from points on the frame.

The rattle of the door opening made her jump and twist round. Two people came into the room, a man and a woman. She’d heard stories and been warned about the Sultan of Mantok’s security service, horrible stories about what they did to people to get the information they wanted. She knew instantly that these two were Internal Security, not police. They looked different to the guards holding her, they were better dressed, the man in dark trousers and a crisp white shirt, the woman in a short black skirt and a short-sleeved white blouse.

Somehow she knew instantly that it was the man who mattered, the dangerous one. There were gold rings on his fingers, an expensive gold watch on his left wrist and a heavy gold chain on the right. Angie Crawford shivered and looked away as he studied her with a cruel unblinking gaze as though she were some kind of interesting specimen in the lab.

She glanced at the woman and shivered again. She was excited, aroused by what was happening. Angie could read the signs, the look in her eyes, the parted lips…and the way her nipples were erect, like blunt spikes tenting the fine silk of her blouse. She was getting her kicks from this…and what was going to happen.

The man put a file on the desk and spent a few moments lighting a cigarette. ‘Now let’s see, Mary Phillips…it is Mary Phillips isn’t it?’ His English was good with only a trace of accent. Without waiting for her to reply he took the United States passport out of the file, looked at Angie then studied the picture for some moments. ‘A reasonable likeness…for these kind of pictures anyway,’ he said tossing the passport down on the desktop. ‘But I’m not convinced, perhaps I should call you Angie Crawford? After all your young travelling companion seems to think that is your name…so which is it…Mary Phillips or Angie Crawford?’

‘Mary, Mary Phillips…just like it says in that passport. I’m Mary Phillips…never heard of any Angie Crawford…this is all a mistake. You’ve got the wrong person. Some stupid fuck up with another passenger I expect. So, now you can undo do my hands and take me back to my hotel.’

The man smiled at her, it was not a nice smile and carried a sense of menace and cruel pleasure. ‘No, not yet, we have things to discuss,’ he paused. ‘My name is Colonel Telak.’ Angie couldn’t stop the sudden indrawn breath as she heard the name. Telak, he was the one Selim had warned her about, the Sultan’s Head of Internal Security. ‘Ah, I see you know my name. That’s interesting…I have nothing to do with ordinary, innocent tourists.’

‘That’s right…people like me an innocent, AMERICAN tourist who is going to be telling the Embassy all about this fucking outrage!’ Angie Crawford tried to sound angry, twisting and trying to break free but the two men just grinned as they held her easily. When she stopped struggling Colonel Telak held up his hand and made a quick motion with one finger. There was a brief ‘snick’ and one of the guards cut the nylon cuff freeing her hands. Angie gasped in relief. She bent forwards rubbing her wrists and trying to ease the pain from the dull red weals the nylon band had cut into her flesh.

‘That’s better, you can stop all these pointless threats and pretence.’ The Colonel nodded at the passport. ‘That document is false and your real name is not Mary Phillips but Angie Crawford.’ He paused and looked at the woman who was staring at him in growing fear and shaking her head. ‘Oh yes, we’ve checked these things already. But you met people in Jakarta…more important, you plan to meet others here in Mantok and that is what I want to know…who are these people? If you are the innocent tourist you claim to be you’ll tell me now, otherwise…

Angie didn’t let him finish. ‘I’ve told you… My name is Mary Phillips and I’m here on holiday with my friend, Donna, Donna Blake.’ She babbled the words trying not to look across at the torture chair with its straps. ‘You know all about her too I expect, since you’ve got her too.’

‘Oh yes, Ms Morgan…I’m sorry, Miss Blake, will be questioned in due course. Odd that there is no record of any passport of that number in that name…or any name at all…according to your Embassy.’ He flicked the one on the desk. ‘Exactly the same problem as this one.’ He leaned forward, his voice bitingly cold and quiet. ‘So stop playing games you stupid bitch…tell us or things will become very unpleasant indeed for you.’

She tried to stare back but had to look away and even as she spoke her voice trembled a little. ‘Y-you can f-fuck off, Colonel, I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

‘Oh but I think you do…and it’s what I think that matters.’ He looked at her for another moment. ‘So I’d like continue with you in that chair behind you. But before we make you comfortable you need to remove your clothes.’

‘WHAT! Is that how you get your kicks. I’m a tourist…an American citizen you can’t make me strip like some criminal!’

‘You have a choice,’ he said calmly.  ‘Do it yourself or I will tell my men to strip you as roughly and painfully as they like.  Look at them, I assure you they will enjoy doing that very much,’ he paused, ‘and they have had a great deal of practice.’ Angie looked at the two heavily muscled thugs holding her upper arms and saw the hot, sadistic excitement in their eyes.

The Colonel smiled in satisfaction as he saw the American obey, undoing the buttons of her shirt. Colonel Telak nodded and flicked his fingers at the two guards. They stepped away leaving her alone. She started and half turned as she felt them release her arms. ‘No, don’t try anything stupid, Ms Crawford, just do it.’

Angie Crawford didn’t look at anyone as she finished unbuttoning her shirt letting it hang open. After a few moments she reached up and pushed it off her shoulders so it fell at her feet. She was still fairly decent, although her lacy black bra did little to conceal the firm globes from her interrogators.  She caught a glimpse of the woman staring at her breasts, her expression excited and predatory. Angie Crawford recognised her arousal and half turned away trying to shield herself as she fiddled with the clasp behind her back. It came free suddenly and she instinctively cupped her hands over her breasts as the bra joined the shirt at her feet free leaving her naked from the waist up.

‘That’s better, now the jeans…otherwise they will do it for you,’ came the quiet reminder from Colonel Telak. She couldn’t do anything the shield herself because she needed both hands to unfasten the button and zip of her jeans. Of course, the tightness of the fabric meant that she then had to struggle even more in front of those cruel, sadistic watchers to work the tightly fitting fabric down over her hips.

Hopping around off balance while trying to free her feet from her jeans meant she could do nothing to stop her big breasts bouncing and jiggling wildly with every movement. There was more coarse laughter and obscene comments from the guards as they watched the American woman struggling to obey the Colonel’s orders and giving them such a fine show in the process.

Finally she kicked her jeans off and stood shivering and naked except for a very brief and high riding thong that barely covered her cunt, It was made of shiny black material now pasted to her like a second skin and in her efforts to get out of her jeans the cord had ridden up between her buttocks.

The woman stepped forwards. ‘Perhaps, I might assist, Colonel?’ There was an amused nod from Colonel Telak who was mildly surprised that Lieutenant Chandra had managed to keep her hands off the American woman this long. She stroked Angie Crawford’s shoulder and laughed when she jerked away. ‘Careful, now let’s have a look at you…put your hands behind your head!’

‘Fuck off!’

‘SPLATTT!’ The Lieutenant’s open hand slapped against the American’s cheek with a sound like a shot.

‘You fucking bitch!’ Angie Crawford screamed as she staggered sideways holding the side of her cheek. ‘You can’t…GAAAAAARF!’ This time it was the Lieutenant’s clenched fist that slammed into her unprotected abdomen, dropping her to the floor with a single agonised gasp.

Lieutenant Toni Chandra rested one foot on the shuddering woman’s neck. ‘Oh yes I can…now, you have ten seconds to be on your feet with your hands behind your head!’

The American woman got to her feet slowly, wincing and gasping as she tried to catch her breath. The left side of her face was bright red and there was a dull red mark across the tanned skin of her abdomen. Grit and dirt speckled the sweat-slick skin of her legs and breasts. Keeping an eye on the Lieutenant she lifted her arms and laced her fingers behind her head. There were sniggers from the guards as they watched her jutting breasts bobbing and jiggling as she obeyed orders.

‘Get your elbows back…right back…and stand up…let the Colonel see what an American terrorist looks like.’ Angie Crawford gasped and twisted round to stare at the two of them. She screamed, elbows jerking as she tried to shake her head. ‘No…no that’s wrong…I’m a tourist…told you…Mary Phillips…look at the passport!’

The Lieutenant moved closer. She smiled and traced one finger down the jutting curve of the American’s left breast. ‘It’s false, you heard the Colonel.’ She licked her lips, ‘but you’ll talk.’ Her fingertip stroked the woman’s nipple so it stiffened and jutted even more. ‘The electricity will make these so sore you’ll think they are going to burst.’ She paused and looked into Angie Crawford’s eyes. ‘Even someone like you won’t stand that for long.’ The Lieutenant smiled as she saw the mixture of hate and anger behind the fear in the American’s expression.

‘Piss off!’

‘They must be important,’ the Lieutenant ignored the comment as her hand traced lower. ‘These men…very important that you have to protect them, yes?’ Her fingers cupped the taut bulge of shiny fabric. She crooked her fingers, ‘and after the nipples…think what we will do to you down here.’ Her fingers moved pressing up into the woman’s slit, ‘without these panties of course so we can play with your cunt and anus, right up inside too. Of course, the more you resist...’ Her fingers moved again, pressing and stroking until the American moaned and twisted, hips thrusting forwards at the unwanted sensations, ‘the more fun it is for me…’

Suddenly, Angie Crawford broke and swept her arms down, slapping the Lieutenants probing finger away then reaching for her throat with a scream of rage. ‘YOU FUCKING BITCH I’LL FUCKING KIL… GAAARRGH!’

She hit the floor with a thud and the slap of wet flesh on concrete. In her anger she had completely forgotten the two guards. Even as she brought her hands down one smashed his fist into her back and the other kicked her feet from under her. They twisted her arms behind her and she cried out in pain as one of them cinched another cruel nylon tie tight around her wrists. Lieutenant Chandra looked at the semiconscious figure on the floor at her feet and lifted her fingertips to her nose, inhaling the scent of another woman’s arousal.

Colonel Telak nodded at his men. ‘Enough…get her ready.’

*****

Mandy Jones tried to ignore the presence of the man with the gun sitting by the door. He didn’t do anything... but she knew that he was staring at her legs. She tried to ignore him but her shorts were so brief that they’d ridden up to nearly the tops of her thighs and she didn’t want to stand up and adjust them with him there. She did get up once intending to move and sit on the other side of the table but a quick, sharp order and a gun pointed in her direction quickly made her change her mind.

Finally the woman Lieutenant returned with another man, a very senior officer from the way the guard snapped to attention. ‘Miss Jones…Mandy, I can call you Mandy can’t I?’ The man said. ‘My name is Colonel Telak and I am in charge of security in Mantok. I want to ask you about something you told the Lieutenant…’

Mandy stood up. ‘Please, what’s happening? Where are Judy and Angie? Are they in trouble? What am I going to do about getting home?’ She took a step away from the table and she caught sight of the guard moving forward from the corner of her eye but the Colonel waved him away. He let her get close then lifted one hand and cupped her chin staring hard into her eyes.

‘My questions first, I think.’ He smiled but it didn’t touch his eyes and Mandy shivered at his touch. Are you sure, quite sure about this note you picked up…that it was written by your aunt as she took that phone call?’ His grip tightened and he lifted her chin so she was forced to look into his eyes.

She shivered and tried to nod but he held her head still. ‘Y-Yes…, her voice cracked, throat dry and hoarse from fear, ‘but it was an accident…I didn’t mean to pick it up it was just with the other rubbish…Please, that’s the truth.’

‘And this word ‘place’? Now why should your Aunt nod when Ms Crawford said place I wonder?’ He let her chin go and Mandy looked down and gasped with relief. Almost casually he asked, ‘where were you supposed to be staying in Mantok? Which hotel?’

‘The P-Palace…the Mantok Palace…I think…at least that’s what Judy said.’

The Colonel nodded in satisfaction and walked over to the door where the Lieutenant was waiting. His orders were quiet but very clear, ‘Call Captain Shastra, he is to take a team over to the Mantok Palace. Tell him to check the bookings for the names we have…’ He looked back at where the eighteen year old stood awkwardly watching them; biting her lip with anxiety. ‘He is to check for the name Jones as well. I want complete coverage of any rooms booked in those names for the next 24 hours at least. Anyone visiting those rooms he is to bring them in’

He thought for a moment. It was late afternoon now and tomorrow was Wednesday. ‘In particular, I want room 420 covered. Same thing as the others…anyone in there or visiting…bring them in and Lieutenant, tell him that I said quietly…no fuss, no guns, nothing...understand? You can tell him that if there are any fuck-ups I will be…displeased.’

The Lieutenant snapped to attention, saluted and left the room. Colonel Telak walked back to where the girl waited.

‘These two people…the Lieutenant says that they have not been nice to you, even though one of them says she is your aunt…is that true?’ Mandy nodded, scared stiff by the man’s hard stare and quiet, menacing voice. ‘Or are you really working with them and are now trying to get yourself out of trouble young lady?’ He waited for a moment as she gasped and shook her head in vigorous denial. ‘No? Very well, but I think you like being punished, don’t you Mandy…a little pain gives you great pleasure?’ He stroked the side of her face at her and watched the flush of truthful embarrassment spread up her neck until her cheeks burned red.

‘P-please…what I told you is true, the note and everything I said. What will you do to them? What will I do? What’s going to happen to me??’

Your Aunt and Ms Crawford have been taken to a special prison for further questioning – it’s a national security matter now. That is not your business.’ His hand moved downwards fingers stroking the curve of her breast until he touched her nipple, showing like a small blunt spike under the thin cotton tee shirt. ‘It is easy to get pain and pleasure mixed up Mandy.’ She gasped as shivered with excitement as he pressed and rolled the tip of her breast under his forefinger.

‘For your sake I hope you are telling me the truth, Mandy... or you will find that pleasure can turn into pain very quickly indeed.’ He gripped her nipple between forefinger and thumb and squeezed hard. ‘Like this.’

‘Naaaaah! P-p-please…hah…Nah…P-please!’

The Colonel watched the tears forming in the corners of the blonde teenager’s eyes and smiled in private enjoyment at the way her mouth opened wide with shock at the sudden unexpected agony of his grip on that one sensitive point of her body. He shook his wrist gently watching her face as the needles of pain lanced through her breast. His hand twisted and lifted her onto tiptoe.

‘That hurts, doesn’t it?’ He waited for the frantic agreement. ‘Good, it was meant to. Lieutenant Mahindra will show you what we do to ladies who don’t tell me the truth. Watch carefully and learn the lesson from what you see, Miss Jones, otherwise it will be you…and you would not like that at all I can assure you.’ He let her go and she bent over clutching her breast.

‘Oh God! Oh Fuck! You didn’t need to do that! I told you everything already.’

His fingers flicked across her cheek, hard enough to sting and bring her upright with real tears of anger in her eyes. ‘Stupid! How dare you speak to me like that! It seems your manners need attention too. You have no idea of what you are involved in, Miss Jones. I suggest that you do not test my patience and find out.’ He was about to add something else when Lieutenant Mahindra knocked and re-entered the small room.

‘All will be done as you ordered, Colonel.’

‘Good, thank you, Lieutenant,’ a brief, cruel smile flickered across his thin lips as he looked at the tear-streaked face of the teenager, one hand cradling her breast. ‘I think Miss Jones understands things now but I want her to see what happens to people who refuse to co-operate with us. Let her see a full interrogation session.’

‘And later, Sir, do you want me to arrange accommodation for her?’

‘No, I want her kept secure and out of the way.’ He looked at the girl’s tight-fitting shorts, long bare legs and the way her stiff nipples showed as two obvious hard peaks under her tee shirt, He smiled knowingly. ‘I’m sure you will be more that willing to see she has some close personal attention…and Lieutenant,’ he paused and that cruel smile touched his lips again. ‘I want her reminded of the need for respect.’ He paused and studied the eighteen year old trembling in front of them. ‘I’m sure that you will have no problem in administering suitable punishment. You have my permission to be as severe as necessary...I suspect that she may even enjoy the experience…’

“Yes Sir, thank you,Sir,’ Lieutenant Mahindra smiled, I quite understand.’

‘I’m sure you do, Lieutenant. Thank you, the information and assistance has been most helpful…just remember, no lasting marks, please.’

With that Colonel Telak turned and left the room taking the armed guard with him.

*****

Angie Crawford was whimpering not shouting now; just making desperate, wet noises because they had forced a ring gag into her mouth before strapping it tightly behind her head so any sounds came out as a kind of gobbling dribble.

Once gagged the guards took their time, enjoying the opportunities for touching and fondling the nearly naked woman. She was pushed backward and forced against the chair. She tried to fight, jerking and twisting her upper body but with her arms tied behind her it was a wild, useless effort. Her bound arms were roughly lifted over the chair back then they pushed her down.

With no seat she was forced to sit astride the chair’s sidebars. She was left there, muscles quivering with the strain of trying to hold the position while the men used other straps above each elbow and round the vertical bars of the chair back to immobilise her arms, forcing her to arch her body backwards so her breasts jutted out even more prominently.

Only then did they turn their attentions to her legs. Two or three casually brutal kicks were enough for Angie to get the message that they wanted her sitting on the bars with her thighs wide apart. As soon as she obeyed one of them held her left knee out while the other positioned a strap round both her upper thigh and the wooden side bar. He took his time, using his strength to buckle the wide leather tightly so the flesh bulged up on each side. Then they did the same with her right leg.

Spread open like that there was nothing she could do to resist when they fastened cuffs round her ankles before doubling them up against her thighs and clipping the cuffs to metal rings fixed to the base of the seat where it joined the back.

With the woman strapped in the position they wanted one of the guards walked in front of her. He reached out and grabbed one breast in each hand. Grinning through broken teeth he waited until she was staring down at his thick fingers pressing into her flesh. He licked his lips and began to squeeze.

‘Googh…p-p-p-pleeege…O-oon’t…Hooh…gaaah…gooo…PLEEG! GOOOGH!’

Grins turned to laughter as the American gobbled and dribbled through her gag. The man toyed with her, squeezing and twisting the sensitive mounds to make her cry out even more. Finally he took a fresh grip, twisted his wrists and lifted his arms. Angie Crawford arched back screaming wetly through a spray of saliva as she was lifted by her breasts

‘Enough,’ the Colonel said quietly and the guard gave the American’s breasts a final, contemptuous smack before stepping back leaving her exposed and helpless under glare of the lights. ‘Lieutenant, you usually like to do this bit…’

‘Glo…gleeeg…glaaah…glop…glo…GLO! gleeeg…GLOP! GLEEEGH!’

Lieutenant Chandra smiled as the American bubbled and drooled in panic. She squatted down, one hand on the woman’s knee for support then gently stroked the taut, black fabric between the splayed thighs with her other hand. It was not just cruel pleasure, although Toni Chandra really enjoyed this part of her work. As she played with the woman’s cunt the American surged and bucked, trying desperately to avoid the invasion of her fingers and bring her legs together. Both the lieutenant and the colonel watched carefully. Both checking to see that the restraints were secure and that there was nothing the woman could do to interfere with the torture to come.

The American’s eyes went wide in terror as the Lieutenant produced a small knife. ‘I don’t think we need these any more, do you?’ she said sliding the blade under the waistband of Angie’s thong on the right side. She moved her hand and the blade sliced through the fabric. Another quick cut on the other side and the Lieutenant slowly pulled the ruined waistband down.

‘Gooo…pleeegg…doon glo aeh naaaahs…pleeegg!’

She ignored the pleas and peeled the black triangle of cloth away then tugged the cord free from between Angie’s buttocks. ‘Like to sunbathe naked then, I see,’ Toni Chandra murmured as she looked at the American’s smooth mound and the plump, naked lips of her cunt. ‘All ready for us too…’ There was another bust of bubbling despair as she slid her forefinger between the lips. ‘You’ll tell us everything,’ and licked her own lips with an evil smile, ‘but not too soon I hope.’ She pinched the woman’s clitoris between finger and thumb, watching how much she was able to lift and thrust her hips forward as she screamed in pain.

‘I think she needs a belly strap, just to keep her down, Sir,’ she said, Colonel Telak nodded and the guards hurried to fasten a broad leather belt round Angie’s abdomen, just above the crease of her hips before buckling it tightly round the back of the chair. The Lieutenant reached into the woman’s slit again and used her fingernails to scrape across the swollen clitoris. This time the bubbling scream was louder but she was unable to lift herself up. ‘That’s better,’ her fingers moved and Angie squealed again. ‘She’s all ready for us now.’

Colonel Telak walked over and looked down at her. Her tongue showed in the black circle of the gag as she bucked and tried not to dribble when he ran his fingers along the delicate skin from her underarm down her ribs. ‘Soon it will be much, much worse,’ he said. ‘That is if you’re still refusing to tell us the names, of course.’ He paused, ‘remember what the Lieutenant told you…well, any change of mind?

Angie Crawford shook her head, drops of sweat flicking off her black hair and stared up at her tormentor. She didn’t say anything but Colonel Telak saw the angry determination in her eyes. This one would take time…and a little personal information. ‘I have to talk to you companion…Ms Morgan…sorry, Miss Blake as you insist I call her, so I will leave you to think about things for the moment while the men relax.’ He turned without waiting for an answer and gave some rapid instructions in a language Angie couldn’t understand. Then, both he and the Lieutenant left the room.

When the door clicked shut both men were stripped naked in seconds, laughing and joking as the jostled each other in their efforts to be first. Angie Crawford twisted and fought to try and see what was happening…and then stared in sheer disbelief and panic as she saw the two naked guards moving towards her.

The one who’d gagged her grabbed a handful of hair and twisted her head back and to the side, half bending over her face so he could wipe the end of his cock across the wet trails of saliva dribbling from her mouth. He crouched, shuffling close to the side of the chair until he had the angle right. He gripped Angie’s hair even tighter, using it as a handle to twist her head to where he wanted it then slowly pushed the slick purple head of his cock into the open hole of the ring gag.

‘Glooooo…glaaaaaah…gluh…GLOOOO!’  

The muffled cries changed tone and intensity as he slowly pushed deeper into her mouth. He grinned as she bucked frantically beneath him, desperately trying to suck in enough air round the thick shaft now plugging her mouth and throat. ‘She like it…I can tell, man,’ he said, pulling back before slowly pushing into the warm wet cavity. ‘Oh yeah…use that tongue, baby…jus’ there…yeaaaah.’

The other guard watched his friend, stroking his cock to full erection as he did so, enjoying the view as he waited for his turn.

His friend thrust deeper, enjoying the sensations as she writhed and fought uselessly to prevent the suffocating impalement. The man took his time, letting her struggles stimulate his cock even more, waiting until she was on the edge of suffocation from the penis lodged deep in her throat. Then, at the last minute he pulled back while she shuddered and gasped for air. To add to her torment, the second guard amused himself by seeing how many thick fingers he could force up into her vagina…. and then into her anus

‘GLOOOOO! PLEEG…PLEEEEG! GLAAAAAAAH!’

The men exchanged looks and broad, white smiles as the pinioned figure on the chair between them bubbled and screamed as her anus was stretched wide by three male fingers. The noises rose in pitch and intensity when he rocked his hand and worked his fingers inside the warm, moist sheath of her rectum.

‘Yeah! Do that again, man…her tongue went wild just then,’ his friend urged, shifting position slightly so as to fuck her mouth a little faster without catching himself on the hard edge of the plastic ring gag too much. His friend pulled his fingers out…waited for a moment…and then rammed them up into her defenceless body again.

The underground room filled with the sharp, acrid smell of sweating male bodies overlaid with the reek of sex. The only sounds were their panting gasps of pleasure and the rhythmic, bubbling anguish of the American woman as she was fucked mercilessly in her mouth and finger fucked in her anus.

The guard using her mouth suddenly hunched forward and yelled out in triumph as he tensed with the sudden spasms of cumming. He held the pose for a few moments, hips jerking twice, three times as he let the final spurts of semen fill Angie Crawford’s mouth. The sounds she was making took on a thicker, more glutinous quality as semen and saliva mixed and bubbled round his softening cock as she fought to breathe through the pain.

She had no chance to recover. The other man was there, twisting her head the other way then forcing his shorter, thicker cock through the ring gag. He was not going to wait any longer and immediately started driving in and out ignoring the American’s desperate struggles for air.

‘Watch it…the Colonel wouldn’t like it if you choked her…’ The other guard warned him. They both laughed, as he pulled free, letting her breathe and clear her throat. It was only a brief respite but he was careful to slide his cock back into her mouth more slowly this time, giving her an opportunity to take a full breath first.

That was until she felt the coarse fingers of the first guard pinching and probing the sensitive folds of her cunt. She jerked as he found her clitoris. In turn the other gasped and jerked as she tried to scream but only succeed in lashing her tongue even harder around the head of the penis filling her mouth.

Tormenting her clit made her respond even more frantically and it was only a couple of minutes before the extra stimulation was too much. Angie Crawford found her mouth filled with another thick ejaculation. Unlike his friend, the guard kept his cock deep inside her mouth while the sticky gobbets oozed from the edges of the gag but finally the stimulus of her tongue wriggling under the rim of his cock was too much and he pulled free, gasping with the effort and pleasure of cumming.

Neither said anything, as they got dressed, totally ignoring the figure bound to the chair. The only sounds in the hot foetid room were the American woman’s snorting and gobbling noises as she tried to clear her throat and breathe freely at the same time.

*****

‘Turn round!’ Mandy Jones blinked and stared at the Lieutenant. With one hand she still cupped her breast where the Colonel had pinched the nipple so viciously. ‘Do as you’re told…you don’t want to upset me and the Colonel again do you?’ Lieutenant Mahindra gripped the girl’s shoulder and spun her round. ‘Now, stop whimpering and put your hands behind you.’

‘Wha…I …but why…what are you doing…please?’ Despite the questions and half-hearted protest the Lieutenant smiled when she saw the girl doing as she’d been told. She held the slim wrists together and slipped the nylon tie over them.

‘Regulations,’ she grinned happily at the girl’s gasp of pain as she pulled the nylon restraint tight. ‘Every detainee must be cuffed when being moved. But you’re lucky, some of the others would gag you too but I’m feeling generous. The other rule is silence…understood?’ She waited for the nod. ‘ Right, this comes next.’ Mandy’s world went dark instantly as the Lieutenant pulled the black cotton hood down over her head.

She struggled and gasped, panicking and taking huge gasping breaths that only sucked the thick cotton harder against her mouth and nose. She staggered off balance, there was a burst of coarse laughter close by and she squealed in shock as male hands grabbed her arms. Fingers probed and pinched her breasts and bottom and there were more laughter and crude comments as the men discovered that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Mandy twisted and bucked madly trying to break free of their grip but she could do nothing as her breasts were squeezed and pinched unmercifully…naturally the unseen fingers concentrated on flicking and pinching her nipples. Despite the warnings about silence from the Lieutenant the teenager yelled and screamed at them to stop, her cries only muffled a bit by the material of the hood.

‘No…NO…STOP IT! Leave me alone you bastards…no…fuck off...LEAVE ME ALONE! NO… STOP I…GAAH-OUFF!!’

‘No marks I hope?’ Lieutenant Mahindra used one toe to roll the over as she lay on the floor winded from the punch to her abdomen. She looked at the two grinning guards and nodded. ‘OK, put her in the car…and leave her alone, that’s Colonel Telak’s orders, Felipe, so don’t fuck about with her at all!’

By the time she had recovered from the blow to her stomach Mandy Jones was in the back of a car and heading away from Mantok airport. No one saw her leave and no one cared.

Fifteen minutes later she was pulled from the car, hurried across a patch of concrete and gravel and down a flight of stairs. In the struggles she had lost both her shoes and her toes were sore and scratched from the gravel and where she had stubbed them on the sharp edges of the stairs. Finally she was pushed against a wall face first.

There was another exchange in a language she couldn’t understand. Fingers wormed between her bottom cheeks and pinched her…hard. She squealed and gasped, jerking forwards so her breasts squashed into the wall. In the stinking darkness her face burned with a mixture of embarrassment and fear at the crude laughter and comments that followed her reaction.

Then the hands stopped groping her body and she heard voices and footsteps moving away. She gasped and blinked the sweat from her eyes as the hood was pulled off. Her face was beet red, wet with perspiration and her blonde hair plastered down across her cheeks and forehead. Just for a few moments she was unable to see anything, screwing up her eyes against the glare after being in hot, stifling darkness for almost an hour.

When she was able to see a bit more clearly only Lieutenant Mahindra was standing next to her, but with a grim, hard look on her face. ‘Don’t say anything! I warned you about your behaviour…luckily for you Colonel Telak left strict orders about your treatment. This way…’ She took Mandy’s left arm and pulled her along the corridor. Mandy stared round in fear as she was forced along, panicking at what was going to happen next.

Even the corridor looked threatening, battered grey vinyl tiles on the floor, dull green paint on the walls to shoulder height then a grubby cream colour above with fluorescent tubes spaced at wide intervals along the ceiling so they left pools of dimness between each one and the next. There were doors down each side. The ones they passed had big locks and little covered hatches at eye level.

The air was stiflingly hot and humid. Already perspiring and frightened Mandy could feel new trickles of sweat running down her body and face. Her tee shirt was wet and sticking to her damp skin. Without looking she knew that it was pasted to her body so anyone could tell that she wore nothing underneath. But the corridor was not just hot, it smelled horrible too, a mixture of hot sweaty bodies, cigarette smoke and other odours Mandy recognised but couldn’t place.

A single door, painted a dull red colour, closed the way across the end of the corridor. It was open just a little bit letting a bright line of light shine across the floor. Mandy Jones could hear the murmur of voices, men’s voices coming from the room. She couldn’t understand what was being said but it was clear the Lieutenant did because she was listening and smiling. Mandy jerked in shock as there was a sudden sharp burst of shouting and the sound of a slap. The Lieutenant’s grip on her arm tightened. ‘Listen…don’t speak’

Before the girl could reply there was a sudden silence in the room beyond then there was a wet ‘thwick’ sound and a piercing scream split the air. Mandy jerked in shock and panic. The scream went on and on. Unable to cover her ears, Mandy buried her face in the Lieutenant’s shoulder, biting her lip and shivering with terror at the noise.

Lieutenant Mahindra pushed the girl upright, opened the door on the left of the corridor and pulled her inside. She smiled and her fingers gripped the girl’s jaw forcing her to look up. ‘You don’t like to hear that? It’ll get worse, but that’s part of the lesson. Come here.’ The door closed behind them with a cushioned thud. The room was small and plain, just a table against one wall and three cheap plastic chairs in the middle of the room.

All the chairs were facing the wall on the right of the door. The wall had a curtain pulled across it. The lieutenant let go and pushed Mandy across the room. ‘Stand behind that middle chair…don’t move and look at the curtain.’ As Mandy obeyed there was a click and the ceiling lights went out leaving only two dim security lights on. The Lieutenant pressed another switch and, for a moment, nothing happened.Then, the curtain drew backslowly.

As it did so Mandy felt the Lieutenant move close behind her. ‘This is what we do to people who won’t talk, Mandy Jones…people like your Aunt and her friend. When we need to know things…and they won’t tell us, then sometimes we have to use harder methods to get answers.’ The lieutenant’s hands gripped the girl’s arms, holding her still as the observation window was revealed, a window looking straight into that other, awful room at the end of the corridor.

At first Mandy couldn’t really understand what she was looking at. The room she could see into was small but very bright because there were big, powerful lights in the ceiling shining down onto the side of the room nearest them leaving the rest in shadow. It was crowded too; there were at least half a dozen men, some in uniform, some in shirtsleeves, half seen in the dimness but with the glare it difficult to sure.

Then Mandy looked at the lighted area.

‘Oh God…no…please…no…I don’t want to see this…please.’ She turned her head away.

‘Too fucking bad…’ Strong fingers gripped her hair and twisted so she was forced to face the window again. ‘The only choice you’ve got is to watch from here…or join that one in there…’

The eighteen year old stared into the interrogation room. ‘That one’ was the coloured woman she had last seen being taken away by security guards at the airport. At the airport she had looked slim, elegant and had been expensively dressed. Now Mandy was able to see every detail of her well-toned body because the smart executive style jacket and skirt; the cream blouse, stockings and high heels were all gone, as were her bra and panties. But the woman had not just been stripped naked. She had been strapped down in such a way that she was completely exposed to the sadistic, hot gaze of the men beyond the lights.

There was nothing she could do about it because of the way she had been bound onto a chair-like frame. It looked horribly crude and strong, just a pair of upright metal poles that ran from floor to ceiling about six inches apart. About three feet from the floor two other bars stuck out, one from each of the upright poles, angled outwards and upwards so they formed a wide sloping V.

The woman had been made to sit astride those jutting bars, the upward angle ensuring that not only were her thighs splayed wide apart but that her knees were raised higher than her hips so the crease of her cunt and anus was held as wide open as possible.  Thick straps high up round each thigh kept them tight against the bars, preventing her from closing her legs at all.

If that wasn’t enough, her lower legs had been doubled up against her bottom with her ankles strapped tight against the bars where they joined the uprights. She was so exposed that Mandy could the see the darker, almost black, lips of the women’s cunt, the pink inner folds where her slit gaped open and the dark whorl of her anus.

The teenager also saw that the woman not only had a good figure but her breasts were still high and firm. That was because the woman’s arms had been strapped behind her back and round the uprights, not just at the wrists but she could see they’d buckled a second strap just above her elbows to force them together. The position was making her brace her shoulders back painfully hard so her breasts jutted out as though she was deliberately displaying them to the men sitting in the darkness watching her torture. Like her cunt lips, the tips were so dark that they looked almost black.

She was sweating hard, her dark brown skin gleamed with wetness under the lights and she had been crying too because little trickles of tears marked her cheeks and the upper slopes of her breasts. Mandy though that she’d bitten her lip or been hit in the mouth because there was blood and thin lines of mucus coating her lips and drooling down onto her breasts and stomach.

The teenager shivered, wondering what they were doing to her to make her scream like that? She looked again and bit her lip as she realised that they had been torturing her breasts, the tips looked shiny and very sore, the skin so taut and swollen so her nipples stood out like rounded spikes.

‘P-p-please…w-w-what are they d-doing to her?’ She whispered.

‘She won’t co-operate…it’s her own fault.’

Now she wasn’t concentrating on the woman Mandy Jones saw there was another man near the frame almost facing the one-way window she was looking through. She could see he was dressed in the same way the Colonel had been, crisp white shirt open at the neck, sharply creased black trousers and polished black shoes. He was sitting on the edge of the circle of light so his head was in shadow but Mandy thought she saw a thin moustache. He looked relaxed, legs crossed, one hand on the upraised knee. His face showed for a moment as he drew on a cigarette. Mandy shivered as she saw the cruel, harsh lines of his features in the red glow.

‘That’s Captain Rahman,’ the Lieutenant’s voice whispered in her ear. ‘You don’t want to be questioned by him, believe me.’ Her hands moved on the girl’s body, feathering the tips of her fingers across her breasts. ‘He likes hurting people.’ Her fingers pinched the hard peaks, ‘but he enjoys it even more when the prisoner is an attractive young woman.’

Mandy shivered as another man came into view. He was almost naked, his only clothing was a black athletic support, the pouch emphasising the bulge of his genitals but leaving his buttocks bare, and a headband of black cotton. His slim, wiry body looked as though it had been oiled, the coppery brown skin gleaming so that every muscle showing in cut relief as he moved. But it was the cruel, hard lines of his face and the obvious sadistic pleasure she could see in his eyes that made her shudder. Then she caught her breath as she saw he was holding a thin bamboo rod in one hand.

‘That’s Tran…Captain Rahman’s assistant.’ The woman on the frame had seen Tran too and she started to struggle madly against the straps. From her movements and the way her mouth was working, Mandy knew she was pleading with the Captain. The Captain said something, waited for a moment, and his teeth showed white in the dimness as he smiled at her, shook his head and flicked one finger at the man called Tran.

The Lieutenant’s fingers circled the teenager’s breasts, teasing the pink tips through the damp cloth of her tee shirt. ‘Oh yes, nice and hard but look at her nipples. They look ready to pop don’t they? He’s caned them already…you heard the end of that, that’s why they’re so swollen.’ Her fingers pinched and rolled the teenager’s nipples, making them hard as they watched the torture begin again.  Mandy Jones’s breathing quickened, sensations whirling between sick horror at what she was seeing in the other room and the stimulation of guilty excitement and arousal.

Lieutenant Mary Mahindra pressed her own thighs together, feeling the tingle and the growing wetness as she watched the scene before her as she had done so often before. She rubbed her own swollen nipples against the girl’s bound arms and rolled the peaks of the teenager’s breasts between finger and thumb, pinching the tips so the girl whimpered with the mixture of pain and pleasure. ‘See, she still refuses to answer… even though she knows what is going to happen…’

In the room, Tran gently sawed the bamboo rod across the black circles of the woman’s breasts. He grinned at her through broken teeth as she whipped her head from side to side in desperate, futile denial. His arm drew back then the rod flicked round to cut across the tops of her aureoles with a sharp, wet ‘thwick!’

Mandy Jones jerked in sympathy with the wild convulsions of the woman on the frame, shaking her own head and muttering as she stared at the awful torture scene before her. The first stroke had been just a sighting shot and Tran was now using the thin, flexible rod with deliberate, sadistic skill… each fresh stroke was not a viciously hard as the first one but they were all catching the swollen stubs of her nipples making the woman jerk and buck insanely with each fresh agonising cut.

After each stroke the man paused as the woman surged and twisted on the frame, waiting until the full mounds stopped bouncing and jiggling. But the torture was worse than that. Every so often he would bring the cane across but stop short and just use the tip to stroke the wet slopes in a teasing caress that made her arch and shudder in anticipation.

Despite the teenager’s gasps of horror at the scene she was seeing, Lieutenant Mary Mahindra could also sense from her movements and heavy breathing that she was becoming more and more aroused and excited as the caning went on and on. Now it was time to take the lesson to the next level.

Leaving the girl’s breasts alone for a moment she walked across to the viewing window and turned a control knob. With the volume up the observation room was filled with the wet ‘thwick’ of the cane and the screams and desperate babbling from the pinioned woman. She listened for a moment, lowered the volume slightly and went back to stand behind the blonde teenager.

The Lieutenant stroked the girl’s upper body for a few moments, enjoying the twitches and movements that signalled her young captive’s growing arousal then slowly slid her right hand downwards across the smooth skin of her lower belly and inside the waistband of her shorts. Mandy trembled and made a soft moaning sound as she felt the lieutenant’s fingers toying with her cunt through the taut, wet fabric of her thong. The sounds got louder when one finger pressed the material up into her slit.

‘The cane won’t make her talk…the Captain knows that,’ the Lieutenant said softly, leaning forwards so her hair brushed the girl’s cheek and her tongue could touch the whorl of her ear. ‘But can you see those men in the shadows?’ Mandy nodded, her breathing faster and shallower as the woman’s expert fingers continued playing with her cunt though the wet fabric. ‘They’re important men, men with power, man who like watching the torture of a young woman…so he wishes to please them.’

The Lieutenant smiled hearing the stifled groan of desire as stopped the gentle masturbation and moved her fingers away. She whispered in the girl’s ear again. ‘Oh, Mandy…just think of it. How would you feel if it was you naked on those bars that they were watching?’ Knowing the girl was on the edge of cumming she moved even closer, pressing against the teenager before sliding both hands back inside her shorts, this time under the waistband of her thong.

‘Aaaaaaah…huh…haaaah…yeeesssssss…’

There was just an urgent, whispered plea as Mandy felt the forefinger and thumb of the Lieutenant’s left hand spreading her cunt lips wide apart. ‘Look, see I told you that was just a start…’ The Lieutenant’s right forefinger found the tip of the girl’s clitoris and began a maddening, feather-light caress. ‘Now, now she is ready for the electricity…watch carefully…’

At the end of thirty strokes Captain Rahman flicked his hand and Tran obediently stepped back leaving the coloured woman sobbing and panting, her head bent forward almost on her chest. To Mandy Jones it looked almost as though she was studying the taut swollen tips of her breasts. The captain got up and walked across to the frame. He gripped a handful of short curly hair and twisted her head back so she was staring up at him, neck stretched taut with strain.

‘Now I have you attention we can go on…’ He said touching the tip of her right breast with one forefinger and smiling as she bucked and tried to twist away. ‘Sore, aren’t they…but it’s your own fault…we’ll try something else now…I expect your terrorist friends have told you about my little electric crabs…’ He smiled again as the woman arched back, eyes wide and her head shaking from side to side.

In the observation room Lieutenant Mahindra knew exactly what they would do next as she kept that single tormenting finger fretting against the girl’s clitoris. She continued the whispering caresses in Mandy’s ear as both of them watched Tran put a polished wooden box, a little larger than a shoebox, on the floor in front of the frame and walk away.

Mandy Jones had no idea what the box was for. To her it looked like a large musical box, it even had a handle sticking out of one side. Tran reappeared carrying some coiled wires with clips on the ends. Even if the teenager didn’t know what was happening it was clear that the coloured woman did. She stared at Tran, who was busy with the box and wires, but then started wrenching at the straps and pleading and screaming at the Captain in a language Mandy couldn’t understand. He did nothing, just smiled and stood quietly watching the preparations.

Only when Tran stood up and Mandy saw that he was holding two thin wires did the captain reply. It was obvious that the woman was still telling him that she didn’t know anything. One end of each wire was fastened to a terminal on the box, on the other end had a silvery clip winked and gleamed as it swung from Tran’s hand.

‘Watch Tran, Mandy…he’s going to put those clips on her nipples.’ Mandy Jones stared at the coloured woman on the frame. The caning had made her nipples stick out like chubby little fingers, the swollen flesh taut and shiny. Tran showed the woman one of the clips, pressing the end so the long thin jaws opened wide. The teenager gasped with horror when she saw the sharp, triangular teeth lining the jaws…but she also wriggled for another reason, moving her hips to and fro as she rode the tormenting finger that was bringing her to the brink of cumming.

Mandy stared at the scene as Tran cupped the coloured woman’s breast, holding it gently in one hand and presenting the swollen tip so everyone in the room had a good view of what he was about to do. Very carefully he positioned the clip so the base of her nipple was between the open jaws. Then he slowly relaxed his grip on the metal clip 

The woman’s scream filled the room as the teeth bit into the base of her left nipple. In the observation room the Lieutenant brought another moaning shudder from the girl as she brought her left hand up to pinch and roll the girl’s left nipple at the same time. Tran waited for the scream to die a little before squeezing the jaws shut. The woman’s head jerked back and another piercing scream echoed through the loudspeaker. Mandy Jones began to shudder, her hips jerking uncontrollably as she tried to fuck that tormenting finger even harder.

‘I-I-I-I- OH GOD! P-p-p-pleeeeze…HAH-HAH…K-K-K-K…CUMMING!’

Lieutenant Mahindra heard the frantic chanting and slid her left hand back inside the teenager’s panties, thumb and forefinger spreading the wet cunt lips wide apart once more so her right forefinger could work the girl’s exposed clitoris even harder and faster. There was another scream from the torture room as Tran attached the second clip. ‘I know…that’s it Mandy…wide apart now…you want me to go faster…is that it…there…just there…is that the place…is it?’ She whispered fast in the girl’s ear, her words building the stimulation as she masturbated Mandy Jones to the first orgasm of her captivity.

‘YEEEEEEEES! Pleasepleaseplease…PLEEESE.OH FUCK…OH FUCK…OH FUCK…C-C-C-CUMMING…’

With her wrists still tied and the frenzy of cumming making her buck and squirm uncontrollably, Lieutenant Mahindra had to free her left hand so she could use her arm to hold the girl upright against the chair back. She cupped one breast and pressed her cunt harder against the girl’s bound hands as she continued to whisper in her ear. ‘That’s it Mandy…that’s a good girl…you’re making me all wet too…That’s it…cum for me…that’s it…tell me…go on…tell me…’

‘Oh yes….yes…HAAAAAAH FUCK! OH FUCK….YESSSSSSS!’ The cries reached a peak as she splayed her knees apart and rode the expert fingers. ‘OH YES…YES…I’m there…yes…I’m there…I’m there…I’M THEEEEERRRRE!’

Lieutenant Mary Mahindra kept playing with the girl’s clitoris until the cries of pleasure turned into a different kind of pleading as the stimulation became too much for Mandy to bear. At last she relented, licking the lobe of the girl’s ear while holding her up against the back of the chair as she let the tremors subside. Knowing that she would be making the girl cum again very shortly the Lieutenant didn’t take her fingers out of the girl’s slit but left her clitoris alone while she continued fondling the slippery inner lips of the teenager’s cunt.

‘Mandy, look at what they’re going to do to her now. See that box…that box is called a magneto. When he turns the handle it makes electricity which goes through the clips.’ Mandy Jones stared through the one-way glass. Everyone was looking at Tran who was crouched down by the box with one hand steadying it…while the other was holding the handle.

‘Wha-what will it do…will it hurt?’ She squirmed as the Lieutenant’s fingertips gently probed inside her vagina.

Mary Mahindra kissed the delicate skin behind the teenager’s ear and laughed softly. ‘Oh yes…the pain will be unbearable for her. But the worst thing is,’ her fingers probed deeper in the slippery wetness of the girl’s vagina. ‘There’s nothing she can to stop it.’

‘B-But if she tells them…they’ll stop hurting her then…w-won’t they?’

‘Why should they?’ The Lieutenant laughed at the naïve question. ‘The Captain will want to make sure that she’s telling them the tru… aaah!’ She stopped as they both saw the captain nod and Tran began turning the handle. At first there was just a whine from the machine then the woman suddenly arched back her body rigid and all her muscles shivering violently. Mandy Jones jerked too as a single, awful scream echoed from the speakers as the current fizzed through the woman’s nipples.

The scream died away to a series of incoherent, gasping noises when Tran stopped turning the handle. The woman slumped down on the bars, her head falling forward. Mandy Jones could see a bubble of mucus coming from one nostril and dribbles of saliva trickling in thin ropes down onto the slopes of her breasts. Captain Rahman walked forwards and lifted her chin with one finger. ‘Well, I’m waiting?’

There was no reply so he walked away as the man started turning the handle. The current jerked the woman upright again, head thrown back and her muscles quivering as a second wild scream was ripped from her throat.

Mandy’s eyes were fixed on the scene beyond the window. She was terrified but fascinated at sight of the coloured woman jerking and shuddering on the bars, the awful humming whine of the machine and her screams of agony. Each time the woman moved the teenager could see the sliver clips gripping her nipples vibrate and jiggle. They winked and gleamed under the lights as though she was wearing some kind of obscene jewellery.

She was scared and horrified by what she was being forced to watch…but she was also panting with excitement as the woman’s fingers played with her cunt. Lieutenant Mahindra knew exactly what the girl was feeling and slid two fingers deeper into the teenager’s vagina. She curved her fingers searching for that special place deep insid…

‘Ah-aaaah…y-yes…hah-aaaaaah…huh-huh…p-p-pleeeese!’ Mandy Jones bucked hard, bracing her legs and tensing her thigh muscles as the Lieutenant’s finger tips stroked across that special spot on the front wall of her vagina making her gasp and cry out at the sudden extra stimulation. The fingers moved inside her, toying with her as she felt another orgasm building.

‘Look at her…that’s what happens to people who lie to us…you won’t lie…will you Mandy?’ The fingers stroked and probed faster as more screams echoed round the room. ‘If she won’t talk they’ll move the clips, Mandy. Guess where they’ll put them next?’ As she spoke the Lieutenant slid her other hand back inside the girl’s sodden panties. One finger touched the swollen nub of Mandy’s clitoris and the teenager bucked and wailed again. ‘That’s right…one clip here right on her clit. The other one up inside…or maybe they’ll push it up into her anus instead…she’ll break then…they all do.’

The Lieutenant continued talking to the girl in whispers, building up the excitement, urging her on to her climax as she masturbated her with devilish skill. ‘Go on Mandy...that’s it fuck my fingers you’re cumming again…aren’t you? Look in the window…oh yes…see how she’s shaking now…look at her nipples…so sore and swollen…’ Her finger vibrated the stem of the teenager’s clitoris. ‘Think what it will be like when the put the clip on her clit…Oh Mandy…’

‘NAAAARGH… Oh yes…oh yes…OH YESSSSS…P-P-PLEEEESE! FUCKME! FUCKME! FUCKMEEEEEE!’

Two sets of screams, one peak of pleasure and one peak of agony filled the tiny viewing room as Mandy Jones juddered and jerked against the chair backs as the wily Lieutenant, fingers blurring with effort, brought her to a second screaming climax within ten minutes. This time though she didn’t try and hold her up when the spasms became too violent but simply let her collapse onto the floor. Mandy Jones lay there on her side twitching and fighting for breath as though she’d just finished a sprint race.

Lieutenant Mary Mahindra smiled down at her and walked over to the wall. The sounds of the woman’s torture were cut off as she clicked the switch and the closing curtain cut out the sight of the pinioned figure, skin gleaming with sweat arching and bucking on the bars; the electrodes clamped to her nipples bobbing and jiggling with every movement.

She reached down and hauled Mandy to her feet. ‘Come along time to get you to somewhere for the night. It’s time for your next lesson, Miss Jones…a private and personal one this time… remember Colonel Telak’s orders.’

As the two of them left, next door under the glaring lights of the torture chamber, Captain Rahman studied the features of the pain-wracked woman strapped onto the metal frame with a faint smile. He knew she was near, very near indeed…just a little more agony and she would give him everything. ‘Better switch,’ he said, nodding at the sadistic grin on Tran’s face. ‘One up inside the anus…and the other on her clit.’

In the dimness behind the lights there was movement and whispered comments as the men leaned forwards as Tran unclipped the woman’s swollen nipples. She screamed again as the clips were taken off and her breasts throbbed with fresh pain. Captain Rahman stroked the side of her face, ‘Still nothing to say? Just a little more encouragement then…you know where our electric crabs will go next don’t you?’ The woman stared down at the vee of her splayed thighs in horror as she watched Tran’s fingers spreading her cunt lips apart so he could put the open jaws of the silver electrode on either side of her clitoris

‘No…please…no…you can’t please…PLEEEEESE!’

To be continued in ‘Cruel Island – A Mantok Story Part 2’ coming soon

Cortez

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