Chapter 2 - Field Work
The Master Torturer, Master Wong, was doing some field work, away from his
beloved dungeons and soundproof cells. It was very late at night. The pretty
tour guide was on her knees in the deserted parking garage with her back to a
pillar. Her wrists and crossed ankles were tied together behind her on the other
side of the pillar. Master Wong patted her on the head affectionately. She
looked up at him in deep dread.
"You've been a very naughty girl."
He put his black medical bag down, opened it and withdrew a squirt bottle of
vinegar.
"Tell me about your activities for the C.I.A."
The pretty tour guide shook her head and spoke words that to Master Wong
were very familiar and, yet, always mistaken.
"I know nothing! Honest!"
Master Wong sighed theatrically. He inserted the nozzle of the squirt bottle
up the pretty tour guide's nostril and squeezed. Her sinuses exploded as the
vinegar ate into them. The pretty tour guided choked, coughed and gave out small
whimpering cries as she tried to clear the burning vinegar from her achingly
inflamed sinus membranes. Her head pounded in anguish. Master Wong spoke in a
kindly, but firm tone, as though to an erring child.
"All you have to do is tell me all about your C.I.A. involvement."
Master Wong's eyes twinkled kindly, exuding compassion.
"Once we get past this, I've arranged sponsorship for you at the Blushing
Blossom Counselling Centre. Once you've told me what I want to know, you will be
sent to Blushing Blossom for rehabilitation. Believe me you will come out of it,
physically completely intact, but, mentally, a completely changed woman!"
Master Wong was so kind that he didn't even mention that her sponsor was a
gross pig of a Propaganda Officer, the Party's man at the Tourist Bureau that
the lovely tour guide worked out of. This was a man she privately referred to as
a vomitous shit-licker. She would be in his tender loving care after her
rehabilitation.
"I know nothing!"
He inserted the squirt bottle and sprayed vinegar up her other nostril. The
pretty tour guide blubbered hysterically as every sinus cavity she had was
pulsating in pain. He withdrew a Q-tip and a pair of tweezers from his black
medical bag. The pretty tour guide paid no attention, gripped totally by the
ultimate in pounding sinus headaches.
Master Wong was a sensitive man, deeply into relationships. He firmly
believed that the most intense relationship of all was the excruciatingly
intimate one between a torturer and his sobbing victim. Achieving a confession
for a man sensitive to his victim's needs was simple. It was all a matter of a
flexible, responsive technique. His pretty victim had been softened up. It was
time to move it up a notch.
He squirted a small quantity of vinegar onto the Q-tip. With the tweezers,
he peeled back the pretty tour guide's eyelid and began swabbing vinegar onto
her eyeball. The pretty tour guide shreiked shrilly as the new pain was layered
on to her existing anguish, pushing her skilfully beyond her ability to resist.
As a woman will, she opened up to a knowing, sensitive man and began telling him
all.
"I'm to meet these two blond Americans on my next tour, a mother and a
daughter, named Lynn and Amber. I don't know their last names. As I guide them
around the sights of China for the next two months, they collect information
from various operatives and sympathisers and bring it back with them to the
Unites States. They are very beautiful, so no one questions them at the border
as they leave and flirt with the customs officials. I'm told that they are quite
skilful smugglers."
Master Wong smiled and made a small request as he untied his sobbing victim
with the teary, tightly shut eyes and running nose. Badly shaken and completely
broken, the pretty tour guide stripped naked, bent over and opened her heinie
hole to his stiff sausage, as a token of her esteem for such a sensitive, caring
man.
