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"You should be familiar with one of these," Boris said as he returned to Maria from one of the cabinets in the back of the room. "An electric shock baton. You've probably used one before. But you're about to become more acquainted with this one than you're used to, I think."
Maria, now with her hands bound behind her back, continued to tremble as beads of sweat began to form on her brow.
"W... what's this about?" she asked, nervously. "You don't need to get any information out of me. She's the one you want to squeal."
"See, there's been a little hitch," he said. "Karina here isn't wanting to talk to me, despite -- as you can certainly see -- my best efforts. So... I'm going to try seeing if you'll help me out. If a little pain isn't going to coerce Karina into talking, maybe seeing an innocent third party suffer will change her mind."
Maria began to protest, but Boris abruptly stuck the shock baton on her bare flesh above the navel, and squeezed the trigger. Maria let out a painful yelp and would have been knocked off her feet, were it not for the guard standing there to catch her. She began gasping for breath.
"Knocked the wind out of you there, did I?" Boris asked with a sadistic grin on his face. "Brace yourself, it's going to get worse."
Before she was able to fully breathe again, he applied the prod to the tender underside of her right breast. Again, she let out a cry and her knees buckled, requiring the guard to support her weight to prevent her from falling.
"Don't bother catching her next time," Boris instructed the guard. "I'll need her on the ground eventually, anyway."
Boris moved the baton upwards, just under her right nipple, and applied the shock. Maria was ready for it, and kept her balance after letting out a short yelp.
Karina, still mounted on the table edge, finally chimed in. "Hey Boris, if this is supposed to arouse my sympathy, you're doing it wrong. You think I care about some fucking cop? My associates and I have killed cops. You and Maria here are on the same side to me."
Tears began welling up in Maria's eyes. She hoped Karina would give in quickly, but she suddenly got the feeling that the torture would be going on for a long time.
Just as she completed the thought, the baton struck her directly on the right nipple. Unprepared for the amount of pain it caused, she screamed and her legs gave way, causing her to land on her bare bottom and then fall back and hit her head on the cold, hard ground. She groaned, wishing her hands were free so that she could massage her injured breast and the back of her head.
Boris didn't hesitate. He placed one foot between her navel and breasts, dangling the shock baton in front of her face. Maria grunted from the weight on her chest and followed the movement of the baton with her eyes, now wide with dread.
He returned the baton back to her right nipple and again squeezed the trigger. With Boris' foot on her chest, she was unable to move away from the pain and let out a long, agonizing scream as he continued to apply the shock. She futilely kicked her legs above her, hoping to hit her tormentor and earn a brief respite. But in her present position, it was impossible for her kicks to connect with anything but air.
After ten long seconds of excruciating pain, Boris released the trigger. Maria writhed in pain beneath his foot, gasping for breaths that became increasingly difficult as he shifted more of his weight to her chest.
Wordlessly, he moved the baton to her left nipple and repeated the process. As Maria screamed, Karina let out a loud, feigned yawn to imitate boredom at the sight.
"You're a coldhearted bitch, you know that?" Boris said, turning his head to face Karina as he released the trigger. "You won't be yawning for long, though, I promise."
He released his foot from Maria's chest, allowing her to take a deep gasp of air before letting out a series of groans as she twisted on the ground. As she squirmed, Boris kicked her legs apart with a booted foot and stood between them, gazing down at Maria's perfectly smooth nether regions. Maria knew what was coming next -- tears welled up in her eyes and she started quietly begging for him to show mercy.
Silently, he bent down and jammed the shock baton down right at the top of her labia, so that the prongs straddled her clitoris. He squeezed the trigger, and a guttural scream let loose from Maria's throat. She instinctively arched her back, which served only to push the baton's prongs even harder into her flesh. Spittle began to form around the edges of Maria's mouth as he continued to squeeze, electricity coursing through the most sensitive part of her body.
Or so she thought it was.
After her voice gave out, Boris decided he had enough fun and finally released the trigger. Maria still squirmed on the floor, breathing heavily as she whimpered. Why her? She had done nothing wrong. All she had done was witness Boris subjecting a terrorist suspect to a fate no one deserved... and now she was suffering a cruel fate herself.
Her thoughts immediately snapped back to her present situation as Boris abruptly shoved the cattle prod into her vagina. Her eyes bulged and she mumbled an incoherent plea as it went deeper and deeper -- further than anything she had ever felt inside her -- and then bumped up against her cervix.
"You didn't even get wet for me, Maria... my feelings are so hurt," said Boris in a mocking tone. "The baton would have gone in so much easier if you had gotten a little aroused."
The sweat was now pouring freely off Maria's entire naked body. She knew what was coming next. She mumbled incoherent prayers to anyone who might save her from this nightmare as she looked at Boris with pleading eyes.
"Please, Boris, don't... anything but this. Fuck me. Share me with your guards. I don't care anymore. Anything but this. You know this isn't right."
"What could be more right than saving the lives of innocent Russians from terrorists?" Boris sneered. Maria could tell from his voice that he cared little of protecting civilians. He just enjoyed inflicting pain and suffering on anyone he could justify doing it to. How could she reason with that kind of person?
He reached for the trigger of the baton. Maria closed her eyes tightly, bracing herself as best as possible for the inevitable, and then...
"Don't do it, Boris," Karina croaked from the table edge that she straddled in the back of the room. "I'll talk."
The tears that flowed from Maria's eyes were now those of relief. She had never heard a sweeter thing in her life. Nor had anything ever felt so good as the baton sliding out of her before Boris tossed it aside.
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