Cruel Island - A Mantok Story

This is the second part of a longer story. You will need to read ‘Cruel Island – A Mantok Story Part 1’ in order to understand fully what has happened so far but in brief

Young Mandy Jones has been arrested along with her aunt, Judy Morgan and her aunt’s lesbian partner Angie Crawford as they arrive in the remote Asian island of Mantok. Judy Morgan and Angie Crawford are tortured for the names of accomplices thought to be planning to depose the Sultan of Mantok.

Colonel Telak, Head of Security in Mantok, knows Mandy has no information of value but as a precaution has ordered Lieutenant Mary Mahindra to keep the girl secure. Mandy was unwise enough to insult the Colonel when they met and so Lieutenant Mahindra is also ordered to ensure that she is suitably disciplined and shown what happens to those who do not co-operate with the Sultan’s cruel regime…

*****

In another place the woman Mandy knew as Judy Morgan also screamed again. Her head threshed from side to side making the damps strands of hair flick against the bare concrete floor of the interrogation room. The men sitting in a semi circle around her watched and listened to her agony with cruel smiles, smoking and taking their ease as the torture continued.

The room was hot, the air blue with cigarette smoke and the smell of sweat, urine and scorched flesh. The men were dim shapes in the shadow but they could see every detail of the woman’s naked body and what her torturers were doing in the fierce glare of the spotlights. There was no elaborate equipment, just two waist high metal posts jutting vertically from sockets in the concrete floor. The woman hung from the horizontal bar resting across the top of each post.

An hour ago they’d brought her downstairs.

‘Take off your clothes.’

‘Fuck yourself dickhead…I’m an American and you don’t fuck around with US citizens so piss of… GAAAAH!.’

Colonel Telak looked at the American gasping and sobbing on the floor. ‘Get up and do as I say or I will let them hit you again.’ He waited for a moment or two before nodding to the men who’d brought her downstairs.

There were no words, the two men grabbed her by the arms and dragged her to her feet. One pinned her arms behind her while the other slapped her across the face. Three hard open blows that rocked her head from side to side. He paused then slammed a closed fist into her unprotected stomach. Judy Morgan doubled over and the other one let her arms go so she crashed onto the floor grazing her face on the rough concrete.

‘Last chance, get up and do what I say or else I let the men have their fun.’

Judy pushed herself up onto her knees. One of the men impatiently grabbed her hair and wrenched her up to her feet. She started to struggle then froze as she felt the prick of a knife in her back.

‘Kay…OK…tell him to b-back off…I’ll do it’

The Colonel nodded as he saw her reach up for the buttons of her dress. The dress slipped off her shoulders and there were crude comments as the guards saw that her full breasts were barely concealed by a low cut lacy bra. The comments got more obscene men watched her trying to get her sandals off without losing her balance and the way every movement made those full breasts swing and bounce. Kicking her feet free she grabbed the dress from the floor and hunched forward using it to shield her body from their stares. One of the men stepped forward, pulled it away and threw it into a corner.

The Colonel took a moment to enjoy the sight of the American’s curved, tanned figure. ‘Go on…’ For a moment Judy Morgan hesitated but realised that she had no choice. They all watched as she fumbled with the catch of her bra. Knowing that trying to hold onto it was useless she let it fall to the floor and crossed her arms over her chest.

‘No…the hands…on the head, let us all see what an American spy looks like… do it now!’ The Colonel snapped. The thirty-year-old woman obeyed slowly. She lifted her head staring at a point high on the wall behind the lights, trying to ignore the leering men and their obscene comments.

Her breasts were full and firm. Putting her hands on her head lifted them even more so her nipples jutted up, fear making them rouse and harden despite her efforts to appear calm. Colonel Telak studied her near naked body with an unblinking, almost reptilian stare. He noticed the trembling in the big muscles of her legs, the fixed stare and the sheen of sweat making her body gleam in the harsh light of the lamps. The glare highlighted the paler triangles of flesh across each breast. The sweat had soaked the thin fabric of her thong so it was pasted to her cunt showing almost every detail.

This one was going to try and defy him as well, he thought. You could always tell. Interesting, it meant that she was very stupid or that they both had something serious to hide. He looked at the frightened woman and a smile flickered across his face. Good figure, strong, fit, and well groomed too. He noted the way the white thong emphasised the bulge of her cunt. The sheer fabric was stretched taut across her mound, translucent with wetness and even showing the line of her slit. Nice to see no sign of hair down there…a shaved cunt saves time, makes it easier to attach the electrodes later. It was always more stimulating interrogating attractive women…after all those fucking students, it will be interesting to work on a grown up woman…and an American, again.

Finally Colonel Telak spoke. ‘Who were you meeting…where and when? Three simple questions…I want three answers from you.’ He glanced round at the cruel, sadistic smiles on the faces of the other men in the room. ‘Or would you prefer to let my men persuade you?’

Judy Morgan shuddered and licked dry lips then looked up at the ceiling. ‘Nothing else to say… I’m just a tourist and a US citizen and I want a lawyer…NOW!’

‘I regret that is not possible. Now, take those off too.’

There was a sudden, expectant silence as she hesitated then slowly brought her hands down to the waistband of the white thong. She paused for a moment then with one, abrupt movement stripped them off and threw the crumpled ball so it bounced of Colonel Telak’s chest. ‘Fuck you!’ She flushed red at the laughter from the watching men and instinctively covered her big breasts with one arm while using her other hand to cover her cunt.

The Colonel stared back for a few moments. ‘You are either stupid or stubborn…let us find out which it is.’ He snapped his fingers and rapped out orders in his own language. There was no chance to do anything. Judy Morgan was thrown onto the floor and her legs bent up against her chest. She started to struggle violently as she saw one of the men coming toward her carrying a thick bamboo rod. But she was wrong in what he was going to do. Instead of using it to hit her with, the rod was placed across the inside of her knee joints then her lower legs were bent down, trapping the rod in the crooks of her knees. She cried out in pain as one man used his full weight to press down on her folded legs trapping the bar.

While he held her body compressed her arms were yanked forward under the bar, two men pulling on her hands until they could cross her wrists in front of her shins. There was a sharp  ‘ziiiiiiip’ of sound and a cry of pain from Judy as one of them looped a thicker nylon cuff very tightly around her wrists in a figure of eight and pulled the fastener tight. 

Then they left her alone.

The American woman found that she was totally helpless, locked into a cramping ball by the bar and the natural tension in her own muscles forcing her shins hard against her bound hands. She yelled and swore obscenely, rocking to and fro on the hard floor while they watched in amusement. They silenced her protests by forcing her jaws apart and wedging a red rubber ball gag between her teeth before fastening the straps of the gag behind her head.

At a nod from the Colonel two of the men picked up the bar at either end. Judy Morgan screamed into her gag as she swung down almost touching the floor, her whole bodyweight hanging from the bar now digging agonisingly into the backs of her knees.

‘Put her up.’

The men lifted the bar until it was high enough for them to rest the ends in the metal brackets on top of the vertical poles. ‘Right, leave her for the moment. Corporal, give my compliments to our guests. Please tell them that Colonel Telak says there is no need to hurry over their lunch as we won’t be ready for half an hour or so.’ The men left talking and laughing, making crude remarks about the helpless woman’s position.

Once alone Colonel Telak pulled one of the plastic chairs forward and sat down in front of Judy Morgan’s dangling head. He lit a cigarette and watched the American woman twitching and moving as the strain of the position began to send shafts of stabbing pain through her calf muscles, back and her pinioned wrists.

‘It will get worse, much worse,’ He looked down into her face and watched the woman’s agonised expression and the dribbling bubbles escaping from around the rubber ball. The bubbling suddenly became a wordless muffled scream when he grabbed a handful of hair and lifted her head rolling her body round the bar as he did so. ‘In some South American countries they call this ‘the parrot’s perch’, so simple, so effective…isn’t it?’ He watched the stubborn hatred in her eyes and smiled down at her. ‘But this is only the start, believe me…’ he let her head go so she swung back under the bar with another wet noise of pain and terror. ‘I find it leaves a woman so…available.’

The colonel smiled as she strained against the nylon wrist tie, muscles shivering with useless effort. He waited for her to stop moving then, without warning, he stubbed his cigarette out on the tender skin of her instep. Both feet twisted, toes curled in as more bubbling screams leaked from behind the red ball. The bamboo rod creaked softly as she strained in agony again.

Colonel Telak smiled again, enjoying the moment and stood up. He walked round to the other side of the bar and looked down at her dangling head. He stroked the taut curves of her upturned bottom then traced his fingertips delicately along the exposed split oval of her cunt so she squirmed and heaved again. ‘Here, we’ll begin here…in an hour or so. I’ll leave you to think about what we might do to…these places.’ His finger probed between the lips then along the groove until the tip of his forefinger pressed into the tight rosette of her anus. There was another bubbling wail of outrage. ‘All these special places…just think about it... while I talk to your friend’

With that he walked out and the door clicked shut behind him leaving the woman hanging in silence, sweat beading her naked body as she waited under the hot glare of the spotlights for the torture to begin.

*****

Mandy was taken upstairs and put in a car. This time there was no hood, just a pair of wraparound sunglasses that had the lenses obscured with black paint. She protested but it was only half-hearted as she was still exhausted from her recent orgasms and the shock of being shown the coloured woman’s torture session. Ten minutes later the door of Lieutenant Mahindra quarters inside a secluded, walled compound on the outskirts clicked shut behind her. The nylon band was cut from her wrists and she gasped with relief as she was able bring her hands in front of her at last as she was pushed forwards.

‘You can take the glasses off now.’ Mandy fumbled to remove the blindfolding lenses, her fingers still throbbing and tingling as the circulation returned. The Lieutenant watched the teenager as she looked around. Even though the eighteen year old was a mess with her blonde hair plastered against her forehead, she made Mary Mahindra wet and tingling with desire and a sadistic thrill imagining what she and young Jenny Talang would do with such a ripe little plaything in the hours to come.

Mandy’s face was still flushed from cumming so hard. Her tee shirt, damp with sweat, was pasted against her torso clearly outlining the thrust of her breasts and the blunt spikes of her nipples. With her hands bound behind her she hadn’t been able to adjust those oh-so-brief shorts and they had slipped right down so the waistband of her thong and that single string cutting between the tanned cleft of her tight little bottom was clearly visible. Mary Mahindra touched her fingers to her lips, inhaling the scent of the girl’s cunt while she tasted the coppery tang of her juices on the tip of her tongue.

Behind Mandy was a small hallway. She was standing in a large, open plan living area with a high-beamed ceiling and louvered doors across the whole of the far end. The walls were white and three, slowly turning ceiling fans provided a welcome gentle breeze as small relief from the heat and humidity. The furnishings looked comfortable but Mandy immediately sensed that there was there was some wrong, something threatening, about this room.

Next to where Mandy was standing there was a small dining area with a table and four chairs that looked normal enough. So was the tiled floor; Mandy could feel them cool to the touch under her bare feet. It was the other end, the end with the louvered doors that made the hair rise on the back of her neck. There was a semicircle of armchairs on one side all facing an open area with a large flatscreen TV mounted on the opposite wall. Mandy shivered. Then she glanced up. There were lights on the beams, spotlights pointing down at the middle of the open area. She knew why it all felt wrong…it was just like downstairs, like that torture chamber. People could sit in those chairs to watch something happening in front of them…or on the television.

With growing fear she continued to look round while rubbing the ring of soreness the nylon tie had left round her wrists. There were two other doors she could see, both standing open. The one next to the hallway was into a bathroom as she could see the edge of a mirror and tiled walls. Through the other she could see the edge of a double bed. Between them there was a slim cabinet, beautifully lacquered in scarlet and black with brass fittings. The slim double doors were pierced with an intricate, swirling fretwork design. Beside the cabinet there was a slim bar stool with chrome legs and a black leather seat. It was difficult to see clearly because a towel had been left draped over the top.

The silence built up and Mandy wiped her damp palms against the sides of her tee shirt, conscious that she was still trembling and sweating but confused by the her growing fears but also the shiver of excitement she was feeling. She kept remembering the coloured woman strapped down on that awful frame; the way she screamed and bucked while men laughed and joked as they did those things to her.

She squeezed her thighs together because there were other memories too…the thrill of being helpless to stop the Lieutenant’s fingers playing with her cunt, tormenting her clitoris her until she had no choice but to cum so hard. She flickered a glance at Lieutenant Mahindra…wondering what was going to happen next…hoping with a guilty shiver of excitement that she was going to feel those clever fingers playing with her cunt and clit again very soon. 

‘Don’t get any ideas about running away. This bungalow is inside a guarded and walled compound and we’re a long way out of Mantok.’ Mandy opened her mouth but Lieutenant Mahindra held up a warning finger. ‘Shhh, I haven’t finished. You remember what the Colonel said?’ Mandy nodded obediently in reply. ‘You’ve been stupid enough to insult one of the most important men in Mantok. You could have found yourself in the same place as that woman we saw. But instead he’s asked me to deal with it.’ She paused and smiled, ‘of course he knows I prefer young woman…when working work and for pleasure’

‘P-p-please…I haven’t done anything.’

‘Oh yes you have, Mandy…you’re mixed up with two criminals who are probably subversives, and guilty of insulting a very senior and important man. I think that deserves punishment, don’t you?’ Mary Mahindra walked over to the cabinet, opened one door and took something out. Mandy Jones whimpered and looked at the floor as she saw the slim, yellow rod she was holding. ‘Oh yes, you know all about these, don’t you Mandy,’ Lieutenant Mahindra purred, ‘Just the thing for disciplining young girls when they’ve been foolish and naughty.’ She stroked the end of the cane up and down the teenager’s arm watching her shiver and pant with that mixture of terror and desire that was so…fucking hot.

‘How are you usually caned?’

‘Wha-what…what do you mean?’

The cane traced across the girl’s abdomen then the Lieutenant lifted it until the rod was just touching the undercurve of her breasts. ‘You know exactly what I mean.’ The rod moved up and down bumping over the hardening pebble tips of her breasts. ‘Remember the woman, Mandy…how she screamed when they caned her nipples. We could do that to you so easily, just a single phone call…those men would love to watch…watch you jerking and screaming each time the cane hits these hard little nipples. Our people are very skilful so the pain will just go on and on…’

Mandy Jones shivered and shuddered, trying to stand still and not move her arms while the bamboo cane made her nipples harden and ache. She stared at the Lieutenant, horror on her face that the images her words conjured up. ‘No, please…don’t do that…Oh God, you won’t…you can’t take me back there…Please…PLEASE!’

‘It all depends on you…are you going to accept your punishment from me? Or do I need to make that phone call?’ She moved the cane…bringing it up between the girl’s thighs to press into the crotch of her shorts. ‘Sometimes they use a cane here too…they put you over a bar…right over with your legs wide open…’ She sawed the cane to and fro. ‘Think about how it will feel having your cunt peeled raw by a cane…I’ve watched it…they like to take their time…so the young woman can feel each stroke fully before the next one lands…especially when the cane hits her clit.’

Tears leaked from Mandy’s eyes as she tried not to let her legs give way at the terror she was feeling. Her whole body shivered as she stood there, teeth gnawing at her bottom lip. ‘P-p-p-please…w-what d-do I h-have to d-d-do?’

Mary Mahindra smiled at the girl’s submission and took the cane from between her thighs. ‘That’s a bit better. Well, first you need to walk over there and carry that stool to the middle of the room.’ She waited while Mandy walked unsteadily across the floor. It was heavier that she expected and the splay of the legs made it awkward to carry. ‘That’s right, now turn it round…the two legs with the foot loops facing away from the chairs please.’ Mandy shivered as she looked down and saw that there were nylon loops fixed near the bottoms of two of the chrome legs. They looked like wider versions of the ties that had been used to handcuff her earlier on. She also noticed that each leg ended in a rubber foot so when she placed the stool in position it didn’t slip or move at all on the tiled floor.

The seat was small and round, padded and covered with black leather. Mandy knew as soon as she looked at it that it wasn’t intended for sitting on…and that very soon she would be bending over that stool waiting for the punishment to begin. She could feel the wetness seeping into her panties as she imagined what it was going to feel like.

Lieutenant Mahindra’s voice interrupted her thoughts. ‘‘Oh yes, Mandy you’re going to bend over that stool to learn your lesson but I don’t think you’re really dressed for it are you?’ When Mandy failed to answer the cane snapped across her bottom with a crisp ‘thack!’

The teenager jerked and squealed, more in shock that real pain. ‘Gaaaaah! No…no…please, Lieutenant…’

‘Well then, let’ start…your top…take it off.’ Mandy hurried to obey then stood there as the lieutenant studied her firm high breasts with their swollen, pinks tips. ‘Very nice, and don’t tell me your not excited…I can see how hard they are.’ She looked down. ‘The shorts now.’ Mary Mahindra allowed herself a low growl of pleasure as she watched the eighteen year old kick off her denim shorts and stand there with just the briefest of thong panties covering her cunt.

The sight was too much. She moved closer, her fingers reaching down to cup the bulge of the teenager’s cunt. The sheer black silky material was wet and sticky with the girl’s juices from being forced to cum twice already. She moved her fingers across the taut, slippery fabric, pressing and sliding the swollen lips against each other to make the girl shudder and cry softly as the tingles of pleasure began again. Mary Mahindra licked the girl’s ear. ‘Stand still…let me look at you,’ and stepped away.

Mary Mahindra walked round the near-naked blonde girl studying her sweet, tanned curves and the obvious signs of her sexual excitement and arousal; the hard, jutting tips of her breasts, the flushed colour of her face and upper body…and the plump, swollen cunt lips barely concealed by that tiny triangle pasted to them. The sticky cream of her cum soaking through the thin fabric and that telltale glaze smeared across the tops of her thighs. The Lieutenant looked at the way the string of the girl’s thong had ridden up into the cleft of her buttocks leaving her firm rounded bottom cheeks completely exposed.

‘No, leave the panties…just for the moment…but they won’t help at all, I’m afraid. Now, I want to see you standing properly…legs right apart, Mandy, and let’s have those hands out of the way too. Go on, fingers clasped behind your head…I’m sure you know the position.’ Mandy Jones did ‘know the position’ very well. It was how she had to stand while Aunt Judy had taken her time playing with her nipples and teasing her clit…making her wriggle and move so the punishment was always increased ‘for being disobedient’.

She caught her breath when the Lieutenant moved behind her and shivered with excitement when her tormentor’s fingers traced across her bottom…the tips playing with the thin string of her thong and just probing the moist cleft between the cheeks. ‘So firm…bend forwards now…go on right forward.’ Mandy obeyed slowly, shuffling her feet further apart to keep her balance. The Lieutenant’s fingers played with the string, moving deeper along the line of wetness, stroking across the tight rosette of her anus so she lifted on tiptoe and whimpered with pleasure.

Suddenly the fingers were gone and she was left bent over from the waist with the whole cleft of her body exposed. Behind her there was a knock on the outer door. The Lieutenant’s words stopped any thought of moving. ‘No…stay where you are!’

Mandy did twist her head round enough to see another young woman, dressed formally in a short black skirt and white blouse, walk in and close the door behind her. Mandy’s face flushed red knowing the view that she must have of her, standing astride and bent forwards, her bottom exposed with the thin cord of her thong stretched tight between the cheeks emphasising every detail of her cunt and anus.

The newcomer was the same height as Mandy. She looked Eurasian, slim and attractive with soft brown skin and straight black hair that was cut very short. The severe skirt and blouse had made her look older but Mandy thought that she was probably not more than twenty.

‘You wanted me, Lieutenant?’ the young woman said studying Mandy with interest and that same hot excitement the Lieutenant had down earlier.

‘Yes, Jenny, The young lady showing herself to you so obscenely is American and her name is Mandy Jones. She’s under detention while investigations are completed so Colonel Telak asked me to ensure her safety overnight. By his order she’s just been watching an interrogation session.’ She paused and smiled unpleasantly at the teenager. ‘I think that she now understands how we do things here in Mantok.’

She looked between them. ‘You can stand up now Miss Jones.’ She waited until Mandy obeyed. ‘This is Jenny Talang. She’s another officer with our Internal Security Service and like me she enjoys the work we do…’ She paused and looked directly at the teenager, ‘and that includes the kind of session you saw this afternoon.’ The casual admission that they both took part in torture sessions and enjoyed it made Mandy shiver with all sort of unpleasant thoughts.

The young moved woman closer. ‘You said Colonel Telak was unsure about this one…is she to be questioned later?

Mary Mahindra laughed and stroked her friend’s arm. ‘No,’ She traced her fingers over the peak of Jenny Talang’s breast and they exchanged knowing smiles. ‘No I don’t think so but there are others involved…her aunt for one…so maybe there are things we will need to find out from this one later. Now she is just waiting for an ordinary punishment caning. I thought I’d wait in case you wanted to help her get ready.’

She paused and they both looked at the near-naked teenager. The room was hot and her tanned body gleamed with a film of sweat. Mandy usually sunbathed topless so there were no tan lines on her full high breasts. The thin black cord of her thong panties against the paler shadow of her bikini bottom only made her look more naked and wanton, especially with her tousled blonde hair and the hard pink tips of her breasts jutting out so stiffly.

‘No…no please I don’t want to be caned…I haven’t done anything…please... you can’t do this…it-it’s wrong!’ Mandy Jones brought her hands down over her breasts, backing away and shaking her head.

The two Mantok security officers just laughed. Jenny Talang took two quick steps forwards, gripped the eighteen year olds’ right wrist and twisted it expertly round so Mandy found herself lifting onto tiptoe as pain blazed through her arm joint. The young woman’s other hand reached round and her forefinger and thumb pinched Mandy’s nipple with another vicious twist of her fingers. ‘You stuck up American bitch! Get over there!’ Without waiting for a response she forced the young girl over to the stool.

‘Now, feet in the loops.’ She leaned close to Mandy’s ear, ‘or do we need to use other methods?’ Mandy hurriedly obeyed, lifting and pointing each foot in turn to slip it through the nylon tie so she was left standing astride against the legs of the stool with the leather top pressing into her groin. ‘Going to do as you’re told now?’ Jenny whispered.

‘Y-y-yes…p-please…I’ll be good…please, I will.’

Jenny let her go and put one hand on the back of her neck. ‘That’s better, over you go…right forward then reach down and hold the cross bar.’ Mandy bent over feeling the domed leather pressing into her belly as she stretched down.

‘I…I…c-can’t hold it.’

‘Of course you can…up on your toes and stretch right forwards.’ Her hand slid up between the parted cheeks of the girl’s bottom moving the cord aside so she could press one finger against her anus. ‘Right up on your toes, Mandy.’

‘Aaaaaah…’ The eighteen year old arched up onto tiptoe trying to avoid the fingertip that had slipped into her sensitive anal ring. She could now grip the bar between the front legs of the stool with both hands but she was also completely at the young woman’s mercy. She also realised that the two loops fastened in the same way as the wrist cuffs …when she moved her feet the loops had tightened and her attempts to pull her legs free only tightened each one more.

Jenny Talang looked at Mary Mahindra and got a nod of approval. She took her hand away from the girl’s neck but continued her gentle probing of her anus. Mandy Jones began to pant and squirm, her face going scarlet with embarrassment, as she felt the young woman’s finger sliding in and out of her anus very slowly …each time sinking a little deeper. ‘Oh no…no please don’t…not there…please d-d-don’t…it-it-its…aaaaah!’

Mary Mahindra picked up her cane and walked over to stand next to the squirming figure. ‘I advise you not to let go, Mandy…remember what you saw down stairs. If you do we’ll strap your hands to the bar and then…well we’ll just go on with the caning until you pass out. After that we’ll take you back to the centre and put you on that frame and you can see how you like the feel of the cane on those pretty pink nipples.’ She paused, ‘and you remember what they were doing to her cunt...the clips…the magneto.’ Her hand stroked the smooth taut curves of the eighteen year olds’ bottom. ‘And don’t pretend that you don’t like what Jenny is doing.’ Her hand moved under the girl’s body to play with her nipple. ‘You’re all hot and hard and wet…so don’t lie to us, Mandy Jones.’

The two of them continue to play with Mandy’s breasts and anus for a few more minutes until Mary Mahindra could see that the girl was beginning respond actively to the finger now sliding in and out of her anus without any resistance. ‘She likes to make girls cum that way,’ Mary Mahindra said quietly, watching the girl’s arousal grow and grow. She waited until Mandy Jones began to whimper and pant on the edge of cumming, smiled and said.  ‘Enough for now, Jenny she hasn’t earned it yet. Come here and see she doesn’t get up.’ Jenny Talang slid her finger free and joined Mary by the girl’s head. ‘How many do you think she deserves?

‘What did she do?”

‘She answered the Colonel back…very disrespectful.’

Jenny Talang reached under the girl’s bent torso and her fingers touched the swollen tip of the teenager’s breast. ‘She’s been caned before…you can always tell. I think ten…to start with?’

‘NOOOO! Stop this no…no I haven’t been rude…it’s a lie…you cant fucking do this! You fucking cows! You can’t make meeee!’ Jenny’s fingers pinched hard and Mandy bucked in pain…only Lieutenant Mahindra’s hand gripping the back of her head stopped her from straightening up. ‘Gaaaaah…pleeeese!’

‘That was just so stupid, Mandy…so unnecessary, language like that means double and twenty strokes will hurt so much more…’ Both women smiled happily at the wail of despair from the bent figure between them. Mary Mahindra released her hold on the girl’s neck and moved to one side. Jenny Talang crouched down in front of Mandy and cupped her hands on either side of the teenager’s tear-stained face.

‘Shhh, Mandy…it’s no use crying when its all your own fault. Now…look at me,’ she paused, ‘I said look at me!’ Mandy’s head jerked up and she stared into the young woman’s eyes. She could see that Jenny was enjoying her growing fears. Even though the caning hadn’t started Mandy could feel her legs shivering, it was fear but also the position that kept her legs stretched her legs taut, especially the backs of her thighs, so her muscles were quivering with the strain of staying still.

There was no warning, just the whirr of the cane through the air then the sharp, flat ‘thack!’ as it cut across the out-thrust curves of her bottom. Just for a second, Mandy Jones didn’t react. Then she jerked forwards, knuckles showing ivory white as she gripped the bar and her head lifted, eyes staring and her mouth open wide as the pain scalded across her flesh.

‘Ah-haaaah…hah…haaah!’

Her breath came in sharp gasps as she tried not to scream. ‘That’s the first one, Mandy…nineteen to go.’

‘Thack!’

‘Oh…hah…haaaah…p-pleeeese’

‘Look at me Mandy…look at me…tell me how it feels.’

‘Thack!’        ‘Thack!’        ‘Thack!’

The next three strokes each seared lines parallel with the first two. Five separate lines of agony across the crest of both buttocks. Unable to do anything to free herself Mandy Jones’s feet danced a rapid tattoo of agony, or as much as the straps round her ankles would allow. Tears trickled down her cheeks dripping unheeded on the floor while Jenny Talang held her head steady and stared into those wide, pain-filled eyes with growing pleasure.

‘Naaaaaah…h-h-hurts…please…please…hurts sooo much…pleeeeeese!’

‘Poor, poor Mandy…and there’s nothing you can do to stop it is there?’

‘Thackk!’

‘NAAAAAAAAAAAH! PLEEEEEZE!’

Her head shaking madly at the pain of each fresh stroke Mandy didn’t notice that Jenny had stopped holding her head. It was too late when she felt the tie being slipped round her wrists…and the bar. ‘She’s going to give you the next few across your thighs, Mandy,’ Jenny whispered as she zipped the nylon band tight. ‘Don’t want you to give in to temptation and try and get up…there’s a long way to go yet.’

‘No…no-no-no you promised…Ple…GAAAAAAGH! STOP! You’ll kill me, please please…I CAN”T TAKE ANY MORE!!

‘Thackk!’

‘NAAAAAAAARGH!

‘That caught the lips didn’t it…just across the rim.’ Jenny Talang smiled at the girl’s wild expressions of agony. ‘Don’t be silly…of course it won’t kill you.’ She reached under Mandy’s body so her fingers could play with the girl’s breasts. She leaned close to the girl’s head and giggled. ‘Why on earth should we stop? What you want doesn’t matter because there’s nothing you can do about it.’

The screams got louder as Lieutenant Mahindra cut the next two strokes just above the soft crease at the top of the girl’s thighs so the thin rod also cut across the edge of her swollen cunt lips. She paused and ran one hand over the taut curve of the teenager’s left buttock. ‘That’s the first ten, Mandy. It would be finished if you hadn’t been stupid…now you’ve got to face the same all over again.’ Her fingernails scraped across the dull red bars the cane had left on the pale flesh.

‘AAAAAH FUUUUUUUUK! NO-NO-NO please...please…PLEEEEEZE!’

Mary Mahindra put the cane down and unbuttoned her blouse. Even with the fans the air was hot and heavy and the urgent sexual thrill of caning a helpless young girl made any clothes too much. Slipping her blouse off she cupped her full, heavy breasts and stroked her thumbs across her nipples with a long sigh of pleasure as she felt them rouse like hard pebbles. Reaching behind her she undid the catch and sighed with pleasure as her breasts swung free.

The skirt was next, swiftly pushed down to lie in a circle on the floor so she could flick it to one side. Automatically she ran her fingers round the waistband of her thong, pulling it high across her hips on either side so the soft white fabric stretched over the full bulge of her cunt lips. One finger stroked into the narrow V along the line of her slit so the taut cotton turned translucent as her wetness seeped out.

Jenny Talang looked up, her hands still moving gently as she played with the girl’s nipples. She smiled and ran her tongue deliberately over her lips as she saw her lover in just a thong gently touching the tell-tale wet spot on the white vee. ‘Would you like me to…’

Mary Mahindra smiled and stretched. ‘Not yet…if you look in my bag you’ll find something that Mandy had with her when se was arrested. I think we ought to see if it works on her.’ Jenny got to her feet and looked in her bag. Her smiled widened as she held up the small pink ‘pocket rocket’ vibrator. She grabbed a handful of Mandy’s hair and bent her head up so she could see the little cylinder in Jenny pressed the end and a wasp-like buzzing filled the room.

‘Sounds like a new battery for the holidays, do you want to try it on her now?’ Mary nodded and held out her hand. Jenny walked over but instead of giving it to the Lieutenant she reached out and ran the buzzing tip round the wide aureole of Mary Mahindra’s right breast.

The Lieutenant shivered and arched her back, thrusting her chest out as her lover slowly circled the peak with the vibrator. The dark, thick nipple roused and stiffened and Mary bit her lip, tossing her head back letting the pleasure increase.

Suddenly, she grabbed the small cylinder and turned it off. She reached out, pulled Jenny towards her and kissed her hard on the lips. Jenny pressed against her, one hand reaching down to stroke the taut wet cotton between her legs. Lieutenant Mary Mahindra moved her knee out to give her lover’s fingers more room to fondle the full lips of her cunt and pressed her naked breasts against Jenny’s still clothed body.

They remained entwined for a few minute until the Lieutenant laughed and pushed Jenny away. ‘No, no, not just yet, darling that’s enough…for now.’ Her voice was husky with arousal, her breath hurried as she thought about what the two of them would do to the girl in the next few hours. Go on…give her a kiss and I see how she likes this. I know how much you like to watch the younger ones…I’ve made her cum twice already so it won’t take long.’

Mandy Jones wasn’t listening to the byplay between her tormentors. All she was concerned about was the awful burning, itching pain across her bottom…and the growing heat of a different kind between her legs. She knew she was wet and getting wetter… Dimly she heard the buzzing start again then warm lips touched her own. She resisted for a second then responded to the probing tongue of Jenny Talang.  But the softness of the kiss became a gasping cry of shock and sudden, urgent desire when the vibrating metal studs touched the edge of her cunt slit.

‘Aaaaah…Mmmmmm..hah…haaaah-hah…Oh fuck me…fuck me…pleese!’

Mary Mahindra listened to the sounds of the girl and watched her friend crouched in front of her, fingers again teasing the hard little nipples while she kissed the tear-stained face of the teenager. The height of the stool and the ties holding young legs stretched apart left the split oval of her cunt totally exposed…only the thong panties offered any concealment and her anguished movements during the caning had allowed the thin cord to work up into the cleft so now the edges of her labia protruded on either side although her inner lips and clitoris were still covered.

Suddenly impatient with the obstruction, the Lieutenant grabbed the waistband of the girl’s thong and pulled it back over her bottom. She worked the material out of the cunt slit and pushed the sodden panties down her pinioned legs as far as she could. Mandy froze when her fingers touched the waistband but then she screamed in agony as the Lieutenant raked the thin cord across the swollen and angry weals lacing her bottom.

‘NAAAARRGH…Gaaaah…No, no, HAAAH!’

‘What a fuss over a few little marks…Ah, that’s better.’ The Lieutenant bent her knees so her face was level with the girl’s cunt. She breathed in the scent of her excitement and the tang of those previous orgasms but resisted the temptation to taste her…for the moment. One hand slid under the waistband of her own white panties so a single finger could play with her own clitoris while she used the vibrator to torment the girl’s cunt.

Delicately and slowly she traced the buzzing metal studs along the exposed edges of the teenager’s slit then nuzzled the tip inside so the studs could stimulate the slippery inner folds. She moved the slowly cylinder up and down between the engorged lips. With each movement she listened to the noises the girl made with each fresh contact. Flushed with her own arousal she took the vibrator away for a moment, looked over the girl’s bent figure and smiled at her lover. Then she touched the studs to the top of the girl’s slit just below where the lips came together.  Mandy Jones wailed and bucked, her muscles quivering taut as she cried out. Mary Mahindra stopped frigging herself so she could use forefinger and thumb to spread the girl’s cunt slit open to expose the paler, swollen pearl of the girl’s clitoris . Then she circled the tormenting metal studs across and round the exposed and swollen nub…round…and round…and round, across the tip then nuzzling against the stem on either side.

Jenny Talang just loved watching girls being made to cum.

Her own breathing got faster and shallower as she heard Mandy’s increasing babbled words and cries. She couldn’t help smiling when after a couple of minutes the girl suddenly tensed, threw her head back and wailed aloud that ‘she was there!’ Jenny knew she wasn’t…not quite…but the waspish little vibrator was going to bring her off very soon. ‘Oh Mandy…that’s it isn’t it… that’s the place. Look at me Mandy…LOOK AT ME!’ That’s right…Mary’s making you cum again isn’t she…that’s three times now…go on Mandy, you want to cum don’t you…

‘GAAAAAAH!  OH PLEASE…OH PLEASE…OH PLEASE! NAAAH! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…Yes…yes…YESSS… I’m there…pleeeassse…FUCK…YES! YEEEEEES…THERE…THERE…OH GOD! OH FUUUUUUUK!’

Even with its rubber feet the stool joggled on the tiled floor as Mandy Jones went mad in the throes of cumming for the third time in only a couple of hours. Jenny twisted her nipples while Mary kept the head of the vibrator moving against the stem of the girl’s clitoris while adding the final cruel stimulation by raking her fingernails over the raw weals lacing the girl’s bottom.

‘ARRRRRRRRRGH! NAAAAAAH! STOP! I’M THERE! I’M THERE! PLEEEZE NO…I’M THEEEEEEEEERE!’

*****

The cell door opened and the woman, the one the Colonel had called Lieutenant Chandra, walked back in with two other men both dressed in the usual black trousers and white shirt. Angie looked away, still panting and trying not to retch after the face fucking she had been forced to endure. The one who was carrying a tape recorder and small case pulled the desk away from the wall so it was facing Angie Crawford at an angle. He fussed around getting the recorder set up and opening the case that he moved to the edge of the desk. Then he got the two chairs from by the wall, put one directly in front of Angie and the other behind the desk.

The other one walked over to the torture chair and stood behind the pinioned woman. He put his hands on Angie Crawford’s shoulders and began to trace his finger across her skin. She tried to twist round but the straps held her down. His fingers roamed across the upper slopes of her breasts, sliding on the film of sweat gradually moving lower until his fingertips could curve round the full globes. She jerked and twisted but she could do nothing to stop his slow, deliberate stimulation.

The Lieutenant looked from one to another, got a nod of agreement from the one with the recorder as he sat down, then said something terse and very clearly an order to the guards. They straightened up, nodded and left the room.

Lieutenant Chandra walked over to the chair and gripped Angie Crawford by the chin and bent her head up so she could look into her eyes. She smiled and traced round the black circle of the ring gag with the forefinger of her other hand.

When she lifted her finger, thin sticky strands stretched and broke. ‘At least they’ve given you a drink I see,’ she said. The two men grinned, the one behind the chair cupped her breasts and flicked the exposed nipples making the American twist and shiver with each touch. She smiled and nodded at the table. ‘Manjit will take a record of what you have to tell us…we’ll edit out your screams and noises naturally.’ She paused and looked at the man who was now twisting and pulling at Angie’s nipples so they were even more stiff and erect. ‘You’ve already met Sergeant Rampal…he likes this work as you can see. Colonel Telak is busy talking to your friend so he asked us to see what else you could tell us…now you’ve had a chance to think a bit more.’

‘UK OUGH!’ The rest was just bubbling wet noises as Angie tried in vain to scream abuse at the Lieutenant.

Toni Chandra nodded. ‘A stupid decision but I’m glad as it give us more time to play with these…hold her for me, Sergeant.’ The man gripped Angie Crawford’s breasts, pressing the firm globes together; holding her immobile with the engorged peaks presented and displayed. The Lieutenant’s scarlet nails scratched across the wide aureoles and long, stiff nipples while she watched the play of expression on the American woman’s face and her helpless jerking movements. ‘Oh yes… you’re sensitive there aren’t you…such a pity, for you I mean. Alright, let her go.’ She walked back to the desk, paused then reached into the case and took something out. It was just an ordinary wine cork but it made a very effective handle for the long shiny needle sticking out of one end

Angie Crawford stared at the thing she was holding and screamed and screamed as she arched and threshed against the straps holding her down. Lieutenant Chandra exchanged smiles with the man behind the desk. ‘For once it appears the information was right, Manjit…this one really doesn’t like needles.’

‘Swack!        Swock!’        Swack!’

Lieutenant Chandra’s right hand slapped across the screaming American’s face. Three quick, hard impacts…right, left, right that stopped Angie Crawford’s screams instantly. The Lieutenant reached down and picked up something from the floor. ‘A little less noise, I think,’ she said crumpling the wet thong into a plug that she pushed into the circle of the ring gag. She used a finger to make sure all the material was inside the plastic ring. When she’d finished any noise Angie wanted to make had been reduced to nothing more than muffled whines.

‘Better…now we can concentrate on these for the moment. Lets begin with a pricking session. Alright Sergeant, hold her again if you would…make sure that the skin is nice and taut.’ The Sergeant leaned over the pinioned figure in the chair and gripped each breast then lifted and pressed them together so the skin of the aureoles was stretched tight. From the centre of each tan circle the peak of each nipple jutted up, the tip already swollen and shiny from his earlier attentions. ‘Oh yes, that’s good… Now, Ms Crawford, let’s see how brave you really are…’

Holding the cork handle between the forefinger and thumb of her right hand she leaned closer and began to jab the point of the needle into the tan circle surmounting Angie’s left breast. Round and round she worked creating a pincushion of tiny punctures. On its own each stab of the needle was bearable but like pulling out hairs one by one the little stabs of pain just grew worse and worse. The Lieutenant worked around the whole of the wide tan disc carefully avoiding any contact with the swollen peak and smiled happily as she listened to the sounds of torment.

‘…and the other one.’

The figure strapped to the chair heaved and bucked, her head rocking from side to side as she tried to ride the horrible prickling, stabbing torment of the needle. Sergeant Rampal leaned over her, his fingers digging into her tender breast flesh as he squeezed the swollen globes together, presenting the taut circle of her other aureole for the Lieutenant’s attention.

For nearly twenty minutes the torture continued, the only sounds in the room the muffled noises from the American and the shuffling of feet on the concrete floor as the sergeant moved to maintain the pressure on her breasts. Lieutenant Chandra was almost calm, perched on the edge of the chair, the fingertips of one hand touching the rim of the tan circle while she used the mounted needle with the care of a surgeon doing the most delicate work.

Finally, she sat back, ‘all right, Sergeant, let her rest for a moment. She’s had a taste now so lets give her a chance to tell us what she knows.’ The Sergeant grinned and let go of Angie’s breasts. He used one callused finger to hook the sodden panties out of her mouth then undid the ring gag. Lieutenant Chandra pressed down on Angie’s jaw so she could remove the black, plastic ring from behind Angie Crawford’s teeth. ‘Fuck around with us an’ this goes back in understand?’

For a moment Angie Crawford was in no state to reply. He jaw muscles cramped and in spasm she could only moan and work her lips and lower jaw trying to make her muscles respond as she tried to bring her tortured breathing under control.

‘Pleeeeg…I doan no anthink…pleeg…PLEEEG!’

‘No…no Angie…not that old story again. Look how much that hurt already…and all for nothing.’ Lieutenant Chandra got up and went across to the table. She put the cork back in the case and took out a small plastic box. She walked back and settled herself on the chair, moving it forward until she was face to face with the splayed and pinioned figure from only a foot or so away. ‘These come next,’ she opened the box and took out a bamboo splint about four inches long.

‘No…Oh God…no…please I don’t know anything…it was her…that Morgan bitch…she was the one who did it all…made all the contacts. Ask her. ASK HER NOT ME!’

Angie watched in terror as Lieutenant Chandra just smiled, shook her head and held up the bamboo splint so her victim could see where the tip had been darkened with a flame to harden the point. ‘Sorry, but I don’t believe you. The right one please.’

For a moment Angie Crawford just stared, not understanding what had been said. It was only when the sergeant leaned over her shoulder to cup her right breast in both hands, holding it still with the nipple pointing upwards that she understood what they were going to do…

‘NOOOOO…OH FUCK…OH FUCK…PLEEEESE…NAAAAAH!’

The Lieutenant held the stiff peak between finger and thumb of her left hand, waited until she was sure that Angie Crawford was staring down at her hands with a horrified fascination then touched the nipple tip with the point. ‘There’s a little bunch of nerves right down at the base of your nipple…you’ll let me know when the point ouches it won’t you?’ The American’s head whipped from side to side in frantic protest.

She paused. ‘Still nothing to tell me?’ Angie Crawford strained forward, eyes staring wide, head shaking in disbelief and babbling a stream of frantic pleas as she watched the Lieutenant roll the dull yellow shaft from side to side, pressing forwards so the cruel sliver of sharpened wood slowly skewered the length of Angie Crawford’s nipple.

‘NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!’

Working with delicate skill the Lieutenant took her time, her eyes flicking between the bamboo splint and the American’s agonised expression. Suddenly, Angie went rigid, arching back with her muscles quivering and straining. A high-pitched shriek of agony echoed round the room and her eyes bulged with the pain. ‘Aaah yes…that’s the place isn’t it!’

Lieutenant Chandra held her hand still, waiting for that first jolt of agony to fade a little. ‘Now if I just move the point a little bi…’

‘HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGG!’

The leather straps creaked and drops of sweat flicked off the American woman’s face as she writhed and bucked even more violently as the buried point scraped and probed the nerve centre. Another pause and Angie slumped back, breath coming in heaving, snorting gasps as she tried to ride the probing agony of the splint impaling the tip of her left breast. Once again the Lieutenant’s fingers moved just a little bit, and she arched back again, bubbling and squealing as the bamboo point moved in her flesh.

When the cries lost their first shrill edge Lieutenant Toni Chandra left the thin yellow shaft in place, and looked up at the pain-filled eyes of Angie Crawford. ‘It was you…not her…wasn’t it?’ Angie tried to resist but the Lieutenant moved her hand and another wavering scream was ripped from the woman’s throat

‘YESSS….MEEEEEEEEE…YESYESYESYES…PLEEEESE!’

‘So who did you meet in Jakarta?

‘Pleeese…no n-names…just called by n-n-numbers…Mr One, Mr Two…no namEEEEEEEEZ!’

‘Let’s help you remember…time to try the other one now, Sergeant’

‘No Oh God…PLEEEEZE…D-D-D-DON’T PLEEEEZE!’

She screamed as the sergeant put his big hands around her right breast and squeezed so the peak lifted and jutted out ready for the Lieutenant’s attentions.

Leaving the first bamboo needle in place she picked up another one from the box and steadied Angie’s right nipple between finger and thumb. This time she didn’t say anything as she touched the fire-hardened point to the very peak. She looked at the woman’s fixed expression, smiled and then rocked the little rod from side to side working the point into the sensitive flesh. A trickle of blood showed in the corner of Angie Crawford’s mouth as she fought to hold back her screams. Her breath raced as she gulped air, riding the pain…waiting for the agony when the point found that one place deep insi….

‘…GAAAAAAARRRGH…STOP IT! NAAAAAAGH! PLEEEEEESE!’

The Lieutenant and the two men shared smiles of amusement as the American’s demented cries echoed round the room. At the desk, Manjit had not yet turned the tape recorder on knowing that these preliminaries would only need to be deleted…and if she did reveal anything it would be easy to persuade her to repeat the admission. Besides he just wanted to watch the Lieutenant working on the American…if he was lucky one day it would be his turn to hold a woman or girl still while the Lieutenant used the needles.

Again Lieutenant Chandra was careful not to allow Angie Crawford to find refuge in unconsciousness. Her skill was holding her victim at the peak of agony before allowing the woman to slump back, panting and whimpering for a minute or so. A true sadist, she loved watching the reaction on her victim’s face each time she reached out to move the protruding end of the bamboo needle. One little movement they knew would bring yet more agony.

She held the protruding end. ‘Tell me…who did you meet?’ Finger and thumb turned the little yellow rod and Angie Crawford arched back in agony. She waited, ‘the names…all you have to do is tell me the names, Angie…’

Four more times she probed the nerve centre but Angie Crawford still didn’t break. Lieutenant Chandra let her rest, waiting for the heaving breaths to calm and the eyes to open once again. Then she smiled and used both hands, moving the two needles at the same time. It was too much and Angie Crawford screamed her submission. Lieutenant Chandra sat back and waited until Manjit nodded that the recorder was running. She tapped the ends of the bamboo needles again. ‘Tell me, Angie…the names…everything.’

‘GAAAAAH…No-no-no-NO! P-PLEEEEZE! Stop! I’ll tell you…Stop! NO! Stop please…PLEEEZE!’

‘Go on or…’ She nodded to Sergeant Rampal who let go of her breasts and straightened up. He had a broad grin at their success in breaking the woman, although disappointed that things had stopped so quickly. But he knew that she would get the chance to fuck the American properly once the Colonel was satisfied they had got all they wanted from her.

Her resistance broken Angie Crawford gave them everything she could remember. The words were gabbled out but each time it only needed a warning touch on one of the bamboo needles to make her to stop and repeat anything that wasn’t clear. In five minutes the Lieutenant knew she had the main details the Colonel wanted. ‘Get that transcribed now, Manjit,’ she ordered. He nodded and hurried out clutching the recorder.

Angie Crawford lolled exhausted from the agony in her breasts and the growing cramps from her position strapped into the torture chair. ‘T-take them out…p-pleese…I told you what you wanted…please.’ Lieutenant Chandra nodded, reached down and pulled the two thin shafts free of the woman’s nipples very slowly.

Angie reared up as much a s the straps would allow her with a single squeal of agony before slumping back, breath hissing through her clenched teeth as her abused breasts throbbed and burned. She stared down at her breasts in disbelief. Apart from some small beads of blood on the tips of her nipples there wasn’t a mark on her. Yes, they were swollen, the flesh of each peak taut and shiny so they stuck out like blunt spikes. But to someone who didn’t know what they had done to her there was nothing to show the torture she’d endured.

Lieutenant Chandra looked at the shuddering and sweat soaked figure in the chair well aware of what she was thinking. ‘That’s right…no marks…and who would believe you anyway…without evidence.’ She turned, ‘You can take a break, Sergeant. Fifteen minutes only…have a cigarette while I check with the Colonel.’

She waited until Sergeant Rampal left and the door closed behind him then sat down again and smiled at Angie Crawford. It was not a nice or encouraging smile. She reached between the pinioned woman’s splayed thighs. Angie jerked as one scarlet-tipped finger teased between her cunt lips, the edge of the nail just grazing the side of her clitoris so she gasped and jerked in reflex. ‘I hope you remembered everything, Angie,’ Toni Chandra purred, her finger teasing and stimulating the little swollen bead at the top of the American’s slit.

‘P-p-please…d-d-don’t….aaaaah…nah-ah…please…I’ve told you what you wanted…please…’ she gasped, unable to move or prevent the intrusion

The finger slid between the slippery lips, always returning to fret that one special place that was making Angie Crawford pant and moan with unwanted pleasure. ‘Ah yes…that what you say. But, Angie,’ she used forefinger and thumb to spread the woman’s labia apart. ‘If you’ve been naughty and forgotten something then, a little while it will be the Sergeant holding you wide open just like this and you’ll find out what it’s like to have one of those long, thin needles pushed into your clitoris…’ Her fingernail touched the tip of Angie’s clit, just here…then all the way in…Think about that.’ Her finger moved and she pressed the tip against the rosette of Angie Crawford’s anus. ‘Here is almost as bad they tell me…well their screams do...

Angie Crawford wailed in anguish, tears trickling down onto her abused breasts. But she also squirmed with tormented pleasure as Lieutenant Toni Chandra continued to finger her cunt and clitoris with devilish skill. She knew what the Colonel would tell her…check the information! She watched the woman squirming as she masturbated her…she smiled sadistically and fingered the American harder and faster so the cries became louder and more desperate.  The bitch would be making very different noises in a little while…when she felt the first needle piercing her clitoris.

*****

The room echoed with the hoots and chants of pleasure as eighteen year old Mandy Jones jerked and bucked in the throes of her third orgasm of the afternoon. Lieutenant Mary Mahindra knew the girl had reached her climax but continued to use the small, viciously buzzing vibrator to tease and torment the teenager’s exposed cunt…just for the fun of watching her increasingly desperate and useless efforts to avoid any more stimulation of the now ultra-sensitive folds. She loved that moment when a young girl’s cries of pleasure turned into anguished pleas to stop. Of course, the real fun was that she didn’t stop…and there was nothing the girl could do to make her.

Jenny Talang watched in growing excitement until at last she too had to stand and strip off her clothes. She unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Her white, formal blouse quickly followed but, unlike her senior officer, Jenny wasn’t wearing a bra. Her small, sharp breasts were firm and high enough not to need support and after the events of the past half hour her long dark, almost black, nipples were hard and stiff with sexual arousal. If Mary Mahindra’s white thong panties were brief, the red g-string Jenny was wearing was tiny.

She watched her lover working the vibrator round the girl’s clitoris for a moment longer then reached forward and entwined the fingers of both hands in the teenager’s matted hair. She twisted the girl’s head back and arched her hips forward so the tiny vee of red fabric at her groin brushed Mandy’s nose. ‘My turn now, Mandy,’ she said, moving the girl’s nose up and down against her silk-sheathed cunt.

Jenny Talang shivered with pleasure as the eighteen year old bubbled, licked and mumbled her lips against her g-string. For five long minutes the two women continued to torment their victim, Mary using the vibrator to draw those jerking, screamed responses from the teenager’s cunt while Jenny rode her face, controlling every movement holding the reins of blond hair.

Finally, Mary Mahindra stood up and switched off the vibrator. Jenny also stopped and let the girl’s head go as they both paused for breath. Like the girl between them, both women were now panting, their bodies filmed with perspiration. Mary brought another shriek of pain from the girl bent over the stool as she scratched her fingernails softly across the hot weals left but the caning. ‘Such a pity you were so foolish, Mandy…now you’re going to find out just how much more the second ten will hurt.’ 

Mandy twisted her head round and screamed as she saw the lieutenant pick up the cane again. ‘No…no-no-no…Oh fuck…you c-c-can’t! Please…please, no, NOOO! I’ll d-d-do anything…anything…PLEEEEEZE NAAAAAH!’

‘You’re going to do that anyway,’ Lieutenant Mahindra said dismissively. She looked at Jenny who had two fingers of her right hand down the front of her g-string and moving them gently in and out of her cunt while watching what was happening to the girl in front of her. ‘Jenny!’ Jenny looked up, whipping her fingers free with guilty speed. ‘Catch!’ Mary threw the little vibrator to her. ‘Try it while you watch…see how you like Mandy’s little toy.’ Jenny grinned and wriggled out of the tiny panties then sprawled back in the armchair closest to Mandy Jones’s head.

She bent her legs and spread her thighs wide apart. Mandy Jones looked round, head twisting and turning in panic when she heard the wasp buzz of her vibrator. ‘My turn now, Mandy,’ Jenny said. She spread the lips of her cunt apart and brought the tip of the vibe down to tease along the inner folds. ‘Aaaaah Fuuuuuck…that’s g-goood.’ Mary Mahindra’s smile widened as she saw how Jenny was biting her lips, her head bent forward as she watched the buzzing metal studs moving against her wetness. The Lieutenant flexed the slim cane between her hands just waiting for the moment when Jenny decided to stop teasing herself and started to use the vibe round her clit.

‘Ah-aaaah…that’s good…sooo good,’ Jenny spread her slit wider and deliberately lifted the buzzing head away…then arched up as she touched it to the stem of her clitoris. ‘OH FUUUUCK…YESSSS!’ She stared across at the pinioned girl. ‘Now you scream for me…go on DO IT!’

Mary Mahindra swung her arm and the cane seared another line across the fiery red bars already lacing the teenager’s bottom cheeks. Caught completely unawares because she was staring at the sight of the woman in front of her masturbating with her own vibrator, Mandy Jones just went rigid. Her head arched back and her eyes bulged as the pain bit into her abused flesh. Her mouth stretched into a wide O of agony. Then, just as Jenny Talang had ordered, she screamed!

‘Thackk!’

‘NAAAAH!…P-P-P-PLEEEEZE! GAAAAARRGH!’

Mandy Jones screamed and strained in agony as the cane whipped across to add a second line across the swollen weals of her first ten strokes. Little beads of blood marked were the lines crossed. Lieutenant Mahindra could feel her own orgasm building, her senses whipped to a frenzy not only by the sheer sadistic pleasure of caning the helpless blonde teenager, but also because she could watch her lover masturbating herself to her own orgasm in front of them both as they listened to and watched the girl’s slow, sexual torture.

She pressed her thighs together feeling the wetness seeping from her cunt as she shivered with pleasure. Two more strokes across the out-thrust swell of the girl’s bottom were enough to bring her to the brink. She breathed deeply, trying to hold back…delaying the moment to increase the pleasure. She brought another jerk and cry from the sobbing girl when she let the cane rub across the abused flesh of her buttocks.

‘Five more, Mandy…still five more…poor Mandy Jones…how will she stand it?’ She laughed softly as the girl responded with another babble of promises and desperate pleas for mercy. ‘Shhh…all this fuss over a little caning.’ She moved her hand and the cane stroked across the tender skin at the tops of the girl’s thighs. ‘Still five remember…right across here so it stings those swollen pussy lips too…ready?’

‘Nooooooooooooooh!’

‘Thuck!’

The sound was deeper this time and the effect even more intense. Mary Mahindra breathed deeply as she watched the thin yellow rod slice across the girl’s swollen and protruding labia. Mandy Jones reacted exactly as the woman on the frame had done when they’d used the magneto on her cunt. She arched back with every muscle taut and quivering and her long scream of pain had echoed round the room. Mary waited, watching Jenny Talang’s increasing rapid movements as she worked the vibrator round and round her clit, her hips lifting and thrusting as she rode that buzzing, phantom lover to a peak.

‘Thuck!’        ‘Thuckk!’        ‘Thuuuukk!’

‘GAAAAAARRRGH! NONONONONO…HAH…NAAAAAAGH!’

‘Oh fuck…yes…yes…GO ON…SCREAM…YES…OH FUCK…FUCK!

YEEEEEEES…OH YES….OH YES…’

‘THUCK!’

The cane clattered to the floor as the last stroke cut another groove of agony across the soft meat of the teenager’s upper thighs and again caught the pouting rim of her cunt slit. Mandy Jones’s scream mingled with the frantic chanting and cries of pleasure from the young officer arching up in front of her as the caning and the hornet like vibe took the over the brink of her orgasm.

Lieutenant Mary Mahindra let the cane fall and forced the fingers of her right hand down inside the sodden white thong so she could masturbate to her own furious climax. She forced three fingers deep inside her vagina, pounding them in and out in a wild rhythm the brought her to the floor, knees splayed wide as she pushed deeper and deeper. Leaning back she used two fingers of her left hand on her clitoris and within a few moments she too was swearing and hooting as her orgasm swept through her body.

Gradually the sounds of pain and pleasure died down to just the noises of panting breaths and the sniffling sobs of the eighteen year old still bent over the stool. Mary Mahindra got to her feet and swept the damps strands of hair away from her face. She walked unsteadily round until she could help Jenny to her feet. They kissed, Jenny slid her hands across the sweat-slicks curves of Mary’s full breasts while they let the aftershocks of orgasm die down a little.

They looked at the slumped figure of the blonde American teenager. Jenny reached down, grabbed a handful of hair and lifted the girl’s head. Mandy gasped but after her ordeal  she was too shocked, hurt and exhausted to really make any other protest.

‘I think she’s learned her lesson…very polite to everyone in Mantok now,’ Jenny said with an unpleasant grin. ‘No more trouble from you, right?’

‘P-p-please…please…I I’ll b-be g-good…please I will, honest I will.’

‘I think you’re right Jenny. You can let her get up now.’ She ran her fingers across Mandy’s lips. ‘Then we’ll see how good she is at saying thank you…to both of us.’

*****

They had removed the ball gag because the Colonel knew the important men sitting in the shadows round the edge of the lighted area liked to hear the noises a woman makes under torture. There had been laughter and a murmur of amused comments as the American immediately started to yell and swear into the hot lights hiding her tormentors.

The yells had turned to frantic protests when Colonel Telak had twisted his fingers in her hair and forced her to look at the long, thin bottle brush with its spiral of white, nylon bristles the bare-chested interrogator was holding. He had smiled at her when the man had let her feel just a little of their scratching coarseness when he swirled the brush along the exposed rim of her slit. Not really hard, just enough to make her jerk and buck uselessly on the bamboo rod…and to clench her teeth as the bristles scraped across the edges of her labia.

The Colonel leaned closer and said quietly, ‘we’ll start by fucking you with it first…nice and slowly so you can feel it going right up inside.’ Judy Morgan jerked again, whimpering with fear as the grinning man parted her labia and ran the brush to and fro along the crease so she could feel the sharpness of the nylon spines raking the inner folds. ‘You can stop this now,’ the Colonel said as she had hissed with pain when the man twisted the end of the rod into the opening of her vagina, ‘otherwise it will be very bad for you.’

‘Fuck of…AAAAAAGGGGGH!’ Judy Morgan arched her words turning into a wild scream of agony as the brush was twisted and turned into her vagina. The screams echoed round the underground chamber as the man continued reaming the long shaft up inside her until it was fully inserted into her vagina.

‘NAAAAAAARGGGH! HUH…HUH…HUH…P-P-P-PLEEEEESE!’

That had been nearly half an hour ago. The cries were different now…higher pitched and more desperate. Colonel Telak sat comfortably, smoking and watching the jerking figure on the bar. No questions yet, just another fractional nod of the head every so often and each time the torturer moved his hand, turning the twisted wire handle protruding from the woman’s body. Judy Morgan shuddered at the slightest movement, straining like a mad thing as the nylon bristles of the bottlebrush scored and scratched the delicate membranes deep inside her cunt. ‘T-t-take it out…p-p-please…c-c-can’t stand it…p-p-please!’ There was no response and at the Colonel’s nod the man smiled and pulled on the wire handle.

‘AAAAAARRRGH! FUUUUUCK! OH GOD NO! NAAAAAAAAAH!’

Another wild scream filled the interrogation room and the watching figures saw the pinioned woman contract up against the bar as the thin brush was pulled out just a centimetre or so. The man waited until the wail of agony died a little then, very gently, he rocked the brush in and out making the spiral of bristles point first one way then the other, so that hundreds of sharp nylon points scored and jabbed into already raw flesh with each little movement.

‘NONONONO! H-H-HAAAAAAGH! P-P-P-PLEEEEEZ!’

Colonel Telak held up one finger and the man let go leaving the twisted wire poking up obscenely from between the inverted woman’s thighs. He tapped ash from his cigarette and leaned forwards on his chair. ‘The name…who were you meeting, here are you meeting them and why are you in Mantok?’

‘Huh-huh h-holiday…tol you thas all…NAAAAAAARGH!’

The bar creaked as the Colonel gave the faintest of nods and her torturer slowly pushed the brush deep into her body once more. The man waited until the cries died a little then began to work it in and out once more, this time with a slow, deliberate piston action. The women’s muscles quivered, tendons showing white under her tanned flesh as she strained uselessly at the straps holding her body contorted on the bamboo rod.

‘OGODOGODOGAAAAAAAAH!…NAAAARGH!…P-P-P-PLEEEEEEEEEZZE!’

The babbling screams echoed round the hot fetid chamber. Finally the colonel flicked his finger and the wire with its now bloodstained bristles was pulled out of her body. He waited for the sounds of her agony to turn into gasping sobs before he spoke. ‘Now, Judy…I want you to understand…we’ve only just started…do you want us to go on doing these things to you? No, of course you don’t…and all you have to do is tell me what I want to know.’ He waited, listening to the whimpers and wet noises from the woman on the bar.

Finally he nodded and stroked the sodden strands of dyed blonde hair from her cheeks. ‘But you will tell me…you know that, don’t you? So why all this foolishness?’

‘I d-d-don nuh-nuh-no a-anyt-thin…pleeeeeese…ass an-an-an-jeeee…pleeeeese.’

‘Anjee? You mean Miss Crawford…Angela Crawford…she’s the one we should be asking about this?’ There was a frantic nodding from the woman on the bar. ‘Oh yes, she will be entertaining us too.’ He smiled down.  But, the flights, the hotel booking…all on your credit card…tell me about that.’

‘Angie’s got n-n-no cards…she’s g-g-g-ot no c-cards…don…d-d-don’t know anything… Angie tol me to b-book.’

‘So you just pay for everything without any questions at all…how generous of you!’ The colonel’s fingers stroked her cheek. ‘But, you see Judy…I can call you Judy can’t I?’ He went on before she could answer, ‘there’s just a little problem…My colleagues in Jakarta tell me that Ms Crawford met with certain people there, political people who we very much want to talk to…Now tell me, if you don’t know anything…why were you at those meetings?’

‘Nooooooo…nooo wasn’t there…pleese…they’re lying…PLEEEESE!’

‘No, no they’re not…so we need to stimulate your memory a little more.’ One of the interrogators placed a small table beside the Colonel’s chair. He stroked her cheek again, ‘in a little while we’ll use the brush again…in your anus this time, but first we’ll try something more modern.’

She caught sight the control box and jumble of equipment on the table ‘Oh God…no…pleeeese no…you can’t pleeese…YOU CAN’T DO THIS!’

‘Don’t be silly, of course we can.’ He held up the loosely coiled red and black wires so she could see the toothed copper alligator clips attached to the end of each one and chuckled. ‘The only problem with using the bar is that it makes it difficult for us to play with your nipples.’ He handed the wires to the man who’d been using the brush earlier. ‘Never mind we’ll make up for it later on, I’m sure you can imagine where he’s going to attach those electrodes instead…can’t you?’

The man grinned through stained and broken teeth. Judy whimpered, head shaking from side to side in futile denial while straining to see between her bent legs as the man moved to the other side of the bar. ‘NAH…HAAAAH!’ The noise came through clenched teeth as rough fingers probed the opening of her vagina. She heaved and twisted, rocking to and fro on the bar as the man took his time reaming two fingers in and out of the same opening that he had tormented and scratched raw with the nylon bristles a few minutes earlier.

Colonel Telak raised one finger. ‘No, not there, lets try the anus to start with…and the other on her clit.’ He listened with sadistic pleasure to the sudden desperate babble from the American as she felt one copper clip touching the tight rosette of her anus. The man smiled, pressed his finger and thumb together and the woman’s babble became a single shriek of protest as he pushed one jaw of the open clip into the puckered opening, waited for a few moments…then let the other jaw snap shut to pinch a fold of her anal rim between the sharp metal teeth

‘GAAAAAAARRRGHH…Nuh...nuh…nuh…PLEEEEEEEESE! Take it off take it off take it off…hurrrrrrrts!

‘Then tell me what I want to know or this is going to hurt too.’ The Colonel shifted in his seat, suddenly hot and stimulated and needing to ease the pressure of his erection as he watched the man touching the American’s exposed cunt slit, spreading the swollen lips to expose the little nub of the woman’s clitoris. There were obscene comments mixed with heavy breathing from the darkness as they too enjoyed the sight of her squirming and bucking each time her torturer flicked the sensitive tip.

This time her torturer made sure she saw him snapping the other clip open and closed so she knew what was coming.  There was a silence in the room, apart from the woman’s ragged panting, as the man nuzzled the open clip into her slit until the stem of her clitoris was between the toothed jaws. ‘Ready…?’ the Colonel said and nodded.

She wasn’t. They all saw the man’s hand lift away as he let the clip snap shut, there was a moment’s pause before woman seemed to go mad, jerking and twisting; her head arching forward and back. ‘Naaaaaah…ga-aaarh…Stop it…stop…please STOP…NOOOOOO!’

Colonel Telak grabbed a handful of sodden, blonde hair and twisted viciously. ‘Shut up, you stupid, fucking slut…we haven’t even started yet…it’s your last chance before we start to tickle your cunt…so, tell me what I want to know…’

‘Doan no…tol you…as-askangie…she knows them…I didn’t meet those three men…pleeeese…I didn’t…please!’

The Colonel smiled and stroked her hair. ‘Oh dear, Judy,’ he paused and looked at the pain-wracked face of the American woman, ‘I didn’t say were three and that they were men so, Judy, tell me…how did you know that?’

‘NOOOOOO! DON’T…DON’T…PLEEEEEESE!’

The American’s words became more frantic as she saw the Colonel pick up a small black box from the table beside him. Judy Morgan followed the wires with her eyes. One thick wire trailed down onto the floor and away to the side of the room where a transformer hummed softly, the red ‘on’ light glowing in the dimness. She knew all to well where the other two thin red wires led. She could feel the sharp pinching bite of the copper clips between her legs.

In the shadows men leaned forwards, shifting on their seats, hands furtively touching themselves as they stared at the tanned figure doubled over the bar in front of them. The woman’s blonde hair flicked the floor and her body gleamed with a fine sheen of sweat. But most of their attention was on the point of her body where the outthrust curves of her buttocks framing the jutting bulge of her cunt…and the two thin wires trailing across taut flesh to where the copper electrodes were clipped to her anus and clitoris. But they were also looking at Colonel Telak’s left hand holding the control box where the American slut could see it.

The Colonel let them enjoy the moment then turned the control knob from ‘0’ to ‘3’ on and rested his thumb on the red button. ‘Once again, who are you meeting, where are you meeting them…and why are you in Mantok?’ He waited and then nodded in satisfaction when he saw the woman’s lips tighten.

There was a soft ‘click’ as he pressed the button.

Apart from a low buzzing noise there was silence for a moment apart from a gentle buzzing from the unit. The watchers saw the woman’s muscles suddenly go into spasm, tendons showing like pale wires beneath her skin as the current surged through her cunt. Her face clenched, teeth bared in a rictus grin before a piercing, wordless scream echoed round the underground room.

‘GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!’

Colonel Telak released the button and the American went limp, body heaving as she tried to draw air into her lungs. Drops of sweat trickled down the curve of her back while the only sound was her gasping cries of agony. Moments later she tried to say something but the colonel’s thumb cut her off as the current jerked her body rigid again. This time he held the button down for twice as long, letting the current fizz and scorch through the most sensitive points of her body. Again, as his thumb lifted, she flopped down as far as her bonds and the bar would allow. This time her efforts to breathe were even more frantic. All the watchers could hear was a continuous agonised chanting, ’no…no…no… …please...please…no…please…please’

No questions were asked, just the awful cycle of screams and shuddering gasps for another fifteen minutes before the Colonel put the controller down, reached over and ran his fingers along the curve of her bottom just teasing the edge of her slit. He flicked the electrode gripping the now taut and swollen bulb of her clitoris and she jerked as though he’d turned the current on again. ‘That’s what’s so good about electricity,’ he said in a quiet conversational tone. ‘For us I mean. No effort needed… and the machine doesn’t get tired.’

He looked down at her pain-wracked face. ‘You’re tired, aren’t you Judy? Tired of the pain and the unpleasant things we’re doing to you…even worse thinking about what other things we’ll do in the hours to come…’ His white teeth gleamed in the dimness as he smiled again. ‘Now…do you want to change your mind and tell me everything?’

She jerked again as he slapped the curve of flesh. ‘Don’t worry, this little toy won’t kill you even if you’re thinking and hoping it will …we’re much too experienced to let that happen…No, we’ll keep you wide awake so you can feel everything… unless you decide to be sensible of course.’ He picked up the little box. ‘So, lets try again…on 5 this time.’

Judy Morgan was screaming even before he pressed the button.

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To be continued in ‘Cruel Island – A Mantok Story Part 3’

Cortez

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