Chapter 4 - Mother and Daughter in True Confessions
The Master Torturer considered the American spy carefully. Recently
captured, both mother and daughter loudly protestedtheir innocence. They had
been turned over to him for a quick and complete confession. Master Wong had
chosen to work with the mother as she would likely know more, breaking Lynn
first would yield the most information, perhaps all he needed. He would get to
the delectable Amber afterwards.
The lovely blond was still dressed in the clothing she had been wearing when
captured. Her white silk blouse, blue knee-length skirt, stockings and black
high heels made a fetching ensemble. He had secured her to a heavy wooden chair
strongly resembling an electric chair. She was clamped to the chair by ankle
cuffs, a waist strap, a chest strap, a studded leather collar and a strap across
her forehead, all cinched tight. Her forearms were strapped snugly to the arms
of the chair. The chair was bolted to the floor. Lovely Lynn was going nowhere.
She looked up at Master Wong anxiously.
"Look, do you speak English? I can tell you nothing. I know nothing. This is
all a terrible mistake!"
The soft spoken Master Wong smiled pleasantly and chided her gently.
"It would be pointless to have someone who didn't speak English interrogate
you! We know far more than you suspect. Playing dumb bunny won't work. Just tell
me what you know and you will avoid a lot of unnecessary pain and suffering."
A skilful actress, Lynn gave him her best 'little girl lost' look.
"But I know nothing! It's all a mistake! If you mangle and disfigure me it
will all be for nothing and very bad publicity for your country!""
She looked at him with beguiling helplessness. Unfortunately for her, this
brought out all the wrong Wong instincts. He spoke reassuringly.
"Don't worry about being mangled or disfigured. I will leave no lasting
marks. It will all be over very quickly and you will be eager to tell me all."
He knew that this would encourage Lynn to resist, thinking that all she had
to do was tough it out for a little while and she'd be home free. She looked at
him defiantly.
"I know nothing! You can't make me tell what I don't know."
The Master Torturer corrected her gently.
"You will soon tell me things that only the truly guilty could know."
Lynn snorted derisively.
"Not possible!"
Master Wong selected a long, sharp pin. Lynn felt pretty sure that she could
stand having pins jabbed into her. She steeled herself while Master Wong
explained.
"This is sort of reverse acupuncture. There are nerve centres in the body
that, when jabbed, can produce the most excruciating pain. The one I will be
working with is in your face. Your American Mafia know of this one. They
sometimes crudely probe a vicitim's face for this nerve centre using an ice
pick."
Lynn braced herself for what seemed to her to be oriental bullshit. Master
Wong looked at Lynn affectionately.
"Unlike your Mafia, I am highly skilled. I know exactly where to insert the
needle."
He stroked her cheek, carefully feeling for the correct spot. Without
hesitation, he jabbed in the needle.
Lovely Lynn screamed shrilly and peed in her panties. Master Wong
thoughtfully worked the needle. Lynn screamed higher and harder as the
brain-piercing, white hot agony became the core of her existence. It felt like
her face was melting, being eaten away by a searing flame. He kept her screaming
in anguish a good long time, unable to formulate a coherent thought while the
fierce, fiery pain possessed her. At last, he removed the needle.
The right side of Lynn's face was completely slack and paralysed. Her right
eye was rolled upwards and her right eyelid was twitching. It would wear off in
a while, but for now she could only speak out of the left side of her mouth. The
right side was slack and drooling. Master Wong gently wiped the drool from her
chin and listened to her lisping confession.
After she had told him everything and they had gone over it painstakingly a
few times, he released her from the chair and made a simple request. She didn't
even bother asking about other options. Completely broken, Lynn was totally
compliant. She stripped off her clothes and daintily stepped out of her
urine-soaked underwear, gloriously naked and, yes, she was a natural blond.
Humbly, she bent over and opened her rectum to his greased weiner.
