True Love
Chapter 9
"During her lengthy stay at the hospital Beverly was examined by more
than one psychiatrist. Many of her sessions involved hypnosis. It is doubtful if
anything positive came from this activity; however a great deal of knowledge was
gained concerning her hidden fears. She had done such a good job in concealing
them that she was totally unaware, at the conscious level, of their existence.
During her time in level zero the information they possessed was used to
intensify her agonies. Imagine if you can, being physically weakened to the
point that you could barely form a coherent thought or take a deep breath
without severe pain. Now add to this the sudden realization that you now are
being confronted by powerful, irrational fears that literally paralyze you
physically."
" After she was removed from the chamber and revived, they hung her by her
wrists, attached weights to her ankles, and began to flog her front and back,
using lengths of plastic weather stripping that left her bleeding from dozens of
gashes in her spidery veined skin. When she passed out they splashed icy,
brine-laced water over her body to revive her. The whipping resumed until they
received a signal from the monitoring team to terminate the beating. Beverly
hung there, still hooded, shivering and twitching as trickles of blood snaked
their way down her naked body. It was now time for her to face the demons that
waited. She would slowly begin to realize that there were unknown forces within
her that wanted to gain control"
"Beverly was dragged to another cell, one located so close to one of the
machines that the odor of overheating lubricating oil could be easily detected.
At one time when the hospital was truly a hospital, this room was used to store
the bodies of those patients who had died. She was restrained using Velcro
straps that held her arms by her sides and kept her legs together. The hood was
finally removed, blinding her for a few moments as her eyes attempted to adjust
to the harsh lighting. A rubber insert was jammed behind her back teeth,
propping her mouth open and tape was used to prevent her eyes from closing.
Finally a wide, wet leather strap was cinched tightly around her chest, forcing
her to take only shallow breaths. As it warmed and shrank, breathing would
become much more problematical. Beverly struggled to accommodate her restraints
as she was unceremoniously shoved into the narrow locker and the hatch slammed
shut."
"Almost immediately she began to hyperventilate, the first wave of
unreasoning panic beginning to engulf her. There was no light, just the
oppressive noise and vibration from the thundering machine operating only a foot
or so from where she lay entombed. She didn't know how long it took for her to
regain control. There was no time here, nor sense of space. She was in great
pain from the horrible battering she had endured as well as the savage beating
she had received some minutes, or was it hours ago? The constant assault on her
senses from the machine was wearing down what little resistance she still had.
Then the top of her tomb began to open slowly, and as it did masses of wiggling,
slimy creatures began to rain down upon her helpless body. Some fell into her
open mouth; others crawled across her eyeballs, leaving behind a trail of slime
that began to burn the sensitive membrane protecting her sight. Beverly was now
in hell!"
"Worms are almost reclusive, living in the earth, beneath the seas and
even within unknowing hosts including man. Taken individually they appeared
harmless although their erratic motion and almost alien exterior could be
off-putting to more sensitive persons. However to be inundated with such
creatures in total darkness while at the same time fighting to retain one's
mental equilibrium from other external forces could be an overwhelming traumatic
experience. Such was the case for my true love. Within a minute of her first
contact with the wiggling horrors, Beverly's respiration and heartbeat
skyrocketed while her body temperature and blood pressure dropped dramatically.
Her fear had paralyzed her ability to draw breath, adding to the terrible panic
attack that she was experiencing. All this was being closely monitored. Another
minute elapsed as worms wiggled about inside her open mouth, tried to gain
passage into her ears and nostrils and even began to undulate across her
genitals. Beverly's mind was in growing turmoil as her senses were buffeted to
the point that there was nothing but utter and absolute fear. She was dying.
Suddenly there was harsh light and pounding noise; the handling team had opened
her coffin and she was being dragged from the locker, still covered with
earthworms. At that point she went into shock."
"It was many hours before Beverly regained her senses. Once it was
apparent that she was coherent and able to react to stimulus they proceeded to
string her up once more and beat her senseless. This time they used rubber hoses
that left her body covered with multi-colored bruises. They deliberately
concentrated their efforts on her saggy breasts and crimson-lipped vulva,
pounding these areas until they were swollen grotesquely. To add to her agony
her nipples and labia were then injected with bee venom. These regions now were
so sensitive that merely touching them caused unbearable pain. When one of the
women squeezed and then yanked her distended breasts from her chest Beverly
passed out once again."
"She had now spent almost a day and a half at level zero. During this
period she had received neither food not water. It was apparent that the poor
thing was in a dehydrated state. To address this issue and further torment her,
my darling underwent the water cure, a fiendish torture that she had endured
frequently during her stay at the hospital. She was strapped to a metal frame,
wrists and ankles manacled to its corners. Two metal bars provided support to
her neck and lower back. They forced her to swallow a length of rubber tubing.
The other end was attached to a tap located in the wall. Slowly, oh so slowly
Beverly was filled to bursting, the water flowing relentlessly through the
tubing and emptying into her stomach. Midway through the procedure a catheter
was inserted into her bladder and pinched off, preventing her from voiding. She
had not urinated since her arrival at level zero, not surprising in view of what
had occurred to her just prior and during her stay in this place of noise and
vibration."
"Still not satisfied that their patient was suffering sufficient pain
and discomfort, further torments were developed and executed on her helpless
body. Plastic ties were wrapped around her thighs, upper arms, calves and
forearms, then twisted until the skin beneath them broke. During the Inquisition
heretics, especially women, were treated to this torture. Garroting of their
extremities cut off the circulation and caused the affected areas to become
bloated and discolored. The pain would be unbearable when the bindings were
released and the numbed areas developed feeling. A spiked ball about two inches
in diameter was buckled to her rounded belly by means of a strap. As the slow
flow of water gradually caused her stomach to become distended, the spiked ball
would be forced deeper and deeper into her flesh. Toward the end of her bloating
the ball had sunk halfway into her bleeding flesh."
"At the request of the monitoring team, Beverly's vagina was penetrated by a
long, thick metal vibrator covered with random ridges and bumps. Once it was
properly seated by means of an expansion cuff its operation was remotely
controlled by the team located many floors above. This was her initial taste of
feedback from the embedded monitors she carried within her flesh. It proved to
be a nightmare. At first the stimulation of her genitals was a welcome intrusion
from the various tortures that were competing for her attention. Gradually
Beverly became one with the buzzing pleasure instrument burrowing away within
her hot, wet channel. Then when she was just moments from release of her sexual
tension the stimulation was abruptly terminated. A mixture of frustration and
renewed realization of the pain she was experiencing overcame her. Then as she
struggled to block out all this pain, the vibrator sprang back to life and the
cycle began again. Beverly was nearly catatonic when the team pronounced that it
was well satisfied that the feedback concept worked as originally conceived.
Much would be done with this in the days that followed."
