"Interrogation of a stewardess"
by Electrosadist.
The scene:
The capital of a country in South America, where the military once again has
succeeded in maneuvering out democracy. The country was now ruled by a General
named Caztiz, who's favorite pastime was to watch and take part in the torture
that was carried out on the helpless female prisoners that the army had caught
during their search for the guerilla.
The story begins when a plane from a Scandinavian airline is about to leave the
country, just a few days after the army take-over. On the plane are mostly
foreigners; wealthy businessmen but also some people who sympathize with the
former government.
- - -
Lise was a stewardess. She had worked at this airline for about one year now and
liked her job very much. The day she got employed was one of the happiest days
in her 21 years long life, as far as she could recall. In her job, she got to
see many places far away from Norway, where she lived. It was so exciting for
her to travel and to meet new people all the time.
She also had all the chances to meet new men, especially as she was a very
attractive girl: 35-25-35, well-trained, blond long hair and with a very pretty
face. Some freckles did not disturb the impression she made on the men she met;
on the contrary, they all seemed to like her youngish look.
But she never got really close to any man; she was taught to wait for the right
one and he had not shown up yet. If it hadn't been for a short romance a few
weeks ago, she would still have been a virgin.
Lise was a very nervous stewardess right now, though. She had reacted very
strongly when she, at home in Norway, had heard about the military takeover in
this country. How could they!! Those beasts did not have anything left for rules
and democracy, she thought. The reports of heavy torture against women had upset
her very much and seemed somehow to have helped her to come to her decision: on
her next flight she would do something to help the poor people in this country.
That was the reason why she via connections had contacted the guerilla, to help
them to export evidence of torture to the international media. The plan was
simple: they had delivered a videotape to her at her hotel, and she was supposed
to carry it through customs and then give it to a reporter at CNN after arriving
in Norway. A simple task.
She had watched the videotape at the hotel, alone in her room, just because she
was curious. Was it really that bad? If not, she would eventually change her
mind and not bring the tape along with her. Even if the risk was small, not to
say non-existing, there was always a small possibility that something could go
wrong. Lise was known by her friends to be a very careful person; she was also
very afraid of getting hurt.
What she saw on the tape convinced her. She had to make long pauses because she
couldn't stand what she saw: young girls, in her own age and even much younger,
receiving heavy torture, mostly electrotorture, in an interrogation chamber. It
seemed that the video was not recorded in secrecy as the quality was very good,
both sound and picture. Those vile beasts had recorded the torture by some
bizarre reason, she thought, and now the video had fallen into the wrong hands.
It was all to much for her to take in, and she even threw up once after an
especially evil scene in which a blonde girl like herself, pregnant though, was
tortured with an electric prod stuck right up her vagina. The look in the
screaming girl's eyes convinced her. Lise was now determined to help the
guerilla.
So that's why she had the videotape in her crew bag right now, as the DC-10 was
taxing out for take-off. She had been very nervous at the customs but they
hadn't even bothered to check her bag; as a stewardess she stood beyond all
suspicions, she thought. But she would not feel comfortable before she was
airborne.
She went through the procedures before take-off in a professional manner,
showing emergency exits and oxygen masks just as if it was a completely normal
flight for her. All procedures went on normally as the plane was slowly rolling
towards the runway when the plane suddenly halted, seemingly without any reason.
Lise's heart started to pound hard, but she tried to calm down, telling herself
that there must be a simple reason for the delay.
After a few minutes without moving, the passengers were beginning to ask Lise
and her colleagues what was going on, why didn't they take off? Lise tried to
look calm and smiled, but she didn't know why the plane didn't move.
Suddenly some military trucks drove up to the front exit of the plane. The
captain opened the door and a stair was rolled to the plane.
Into the plane rushed more than ten soldiers, with drawn automatic guns. Some
passengers started to scream in shock, some others seemed paralyzed instead. The
soldiers slowed down and started smiling when they saw Lise standing in the aft
cabin, her knees now trembling and her urine dripping down her stockings. She
looked gorgeous, the soldiers thought, just gorgeous...
They grabbed her by each shoulder and marched her in a very harsh way all the
way through the isle to the front exit. Some passengers protested loudly, only
to be quieted by a slap or two from the soldiers. A very observant person could
see, though, that two or maybe three of the elderly businessmen traveling in
business class smiled slightly when they saw the scene unfold in front of them.
One of the men even touched himself through his trousers - very discrete, hidden
by his newspaper - and thought of what the soldiers would do to the blonde
stewardess, how they would strip her completely naked, tie her down on a hard
table, attach electrodes to all her sensitive spots, then listen smilingly to
her pitiful screams...
Later during flight, when he masturbated twice on the toilet, he felt sad that
he never got the chance to see such beautiful torture live.
- - -
The truck drove very fast through the city. Lise was immediately blindfolded
after being seated in the back of the truck together with the soldiers. Her
babbling questions about where she was brought and why, were silenced with hard
slaps right across her mouth. She very soon learned to keep quiet, just as quiet
as the soldiers were. What really worried her though was that no one seemed to
be interested in raping her - that meant that something worse was in store for
her...
The truck halted suddenly. She had her blindfold removed and could see that she
was in a garage in a cellar somewhere.
She was pushed out of the truck and marched to a steel door. The door opened and
inside there was a long corridor with nothing but concrete walls, illuminated by
some naked bulbs.
As they had handcuffed her, she had problems keeping her balance when they
pushed her, but somehow she managed. She was very, very scared, and couldn't
help that she once again tried to make verbal contact with her abductors, but
for no good. This time they stopped and one of the soldiers kicked her in the
groin very hard, without saying anything. She lost her breath and fell down on
the concrete floor. Then they dragged her sobbing body through the door in the
end of the corridor...
The room where she was brought was surprising to her, in it's brightness and
clinical impression it made on her. She was not sure what she had expected but
anyway not this, not in this cellar. The room did seem familiar to her in some
way. Lise suddenly understood that this was the room that she had seen in the
video! The floor and walls of the room were all covered with simple, white tile.
Bright lights, almost like the ones used in surgery, were illuminating the room.
A lot of equipment which looked much like the one that can be found in the ER
was placed on trolleys and small tables. On many spots there were video cameras
mounted, as well as microphones of good quality. The recording equipment seemed
to be professional.
In the middle of the room she could see a big steel table, securely bolted to
the floor. The table had metal bracelets fitting for a human body: one for the
neck, two for the wrists and two for the ankles. She could also see some
additional straps for holding the victim strapped hard down to the table...
What frightened her the most though, was the sight of a big box, standing on a
trolley. The box had meters and dials on it, and many black wires led from the
box to various clips, steel dildos and other metal items...
The soldiers pushed her towards a desk, where another uniformed man sat waiting
for her. He seemed to be in charge of this ghostly place; Lise could see that
both from his uniform that differed from the others and from the calm and secure
manners he had. Lise was pushed in front of him. He smiled slightly, looked at
her from top to toe, nodded approvingly and then stared her in the eyes. Lise
was too scared to stare back at him.
- Well well, so this is our blonde, little stewardess that we have heard so much
about... Little Lise! I'm sure we will have a good time together. He laughed,
and stood up from his chair.
- Strip her.
The order was short and very concise. The two soldiers now started to rip off
her blue uniform jacket. As soon as it was done and her purple lace-bra was
revealed, the turn came to her skirt. Lise was scared stiff but tried to kick
herself loose anyway, as the panic overwhelmed her. The two soldiers easily held
her, and down came the skirt. The long thin silk stockings were ripped down, and
Lise was now exposed in her purple lace underwear. Her gorgeous body was
unfolded and she was trembling all over as she saw the officer studying her up
and down.
- Follow the lady to her... eh, quarters and prepare her for tomorrow.
The man laughed again, an evil laughter that sent chills up Lise's spine.
She was now marched from the room through another corridor, down one stair and
to a cellar. Lise was thrown into a cell that was cold and dirty. Some rats were
scared when the door opened and tried to hide in the corners. Lise was now
placed standing in the middle of the room, and one of the soldiers smilingly
locked her hands behind her back with handcuffs. The other soldier took down a
noose that was hanging from a hook in the roof, and placed poor Lise's sweet
head through the noose. The noose was now tightened, and Lise had to stand on
her tip-toes not to suffocate.
Lise panicked again, and screamed to the soldiers as they tightened the noose
that she didn't want to die, that they should let her loose. She became even
more desperate when they silently left for the door, closed it and left Lise
with her noose, a light from a naked bulb in the roof, and the rats that
curiously came closer...
The night was long for Lise, standing tied with the noose around her pretty
throat, in a cold cell with nothing but fear in her mind. Fear for the rats,
which were tickling her feet in attempts to climb upwards, but mostly fear for
what would be done to her the next day. As she had to stand on her toes she had
no chance to sleep or even rest, and her cramping calves and legs ached terribly
even after just a few minutes. Lise cried silently and when she couldn't fight
her body anymore, she let her urine flush through her purple lace pants and drip
onto the muddy floor. At that point the two soldiers who had the night shift in
the control room clapped their hands and commented her behavior, seeing it all
take place on a video screen in their comfortable control room two floors up in
the building.
As the morning finally came, the door to Lise's cell was opened by two other
soldiers. The sight was disgusting to them. The blonde girl hang almost limp
from the noose, stinking from her own urine, but still standing on her toes with
her cramping legs preventing her from suffocation.
They loosened her noose but did not free her hands. After doing so they dragged
her back up to the interrogation room where she was stripped yesterday. She was
now stripped from her stinking panties and was placed on that dreaded steel
table, her panties trussed up beside her...
End of part one.
