Every repressive regime has its secret places – in this part of a certain South American country the security forces have a walled villa…a private place where things can be done away from the public gaze. This is the story of some of those unfortunate enough to be taken to that walled villa. Any resistance or opposition to the rule of the Junta is dealt with ruthlessly. Often it is girls and young women who are the easy targets, left to face arrest and questioning alone. They have heard the stories of interrogation and torture but those are just stories, aren’t they? But when you are naked and see the hot, cruel faces…then feel that first bite of the cane…the searing touch of the carefully applied cigarette end…or follow the wires from your nipples to where a man’s hand rests on the handle of a magneto…then suddenly it is all horribly real.

The Walled Villa

‘Aaaaaah! That tickles! God, it’s hot in here, look I’m wet all over,’ eighteen year old Karen Roberts complained as she rolled onto her back and propped herself up on her elbows. She was right. It was the rainy season in this part of Central America and the air was hot, thick and humid, despite the ceiling fan and the so-called ‘air conditioning’, and her tanned body gleamed with a fine sheen of perspiration. Droplets of sweat beaded the slopes of her breasts and strands of blonde hair were plastered against her forehead.

The man grinned, teeth very white against his olive complexion, and continued to trace one finger across the tanned skin of her stomach then up the valley between her big, firm breasts before circling her right nipple. ‘But it is so much more fun when you are like this…all slippery and hot for me.’ They both watched the pink peak rouse and stiffen as he continued to feather his fingertip round and across it. ‘See, it’s saying I should fuck you again before I have to go.’

‘Then it’s telling you wrong, Juan. Twice in an hour is quite enough!’

Juan Ramirez laughed as he played with her nipple, enjoying the contrast of his brown fingers against the paler tanned skin of the American teenager’s breast. ‘But these demonstrations you go on…if you were arrested you would have no choice…they would fuck you until you passed out and…’

‘…And what?’

‘Bring you round and start again of course…’ his hand slid down between her thighs and one finger touched against the tight rosette of her anus. ‘They will fuck you here too.’

‘Gaaaah!’

Karen bucked and clamped her legs together imprisoning his hand in the wet heat of her cunt. ‘Hah, got you this time!’ Juan was older, fitter and much stronger. There was a brief wrestling match that ended with Karen pinned down on her back with her knees doubled up and wide apart and him kneeling up in the splayed vee of her thighs holding her ankles. `He grinned down at her and leaned forwards so the bulbous purple head of his cock touched the puffed and swollen outer lips of her cunt.

‘No you haven’t!’

‘OK, you bastard, OK, you win…let me go!’

‘Not yet…remember, you’re my prisoner so it’s not up to you!’

‘No, no please, Juan, pl…AAAAAAH…OH FUCK! YOU BASTARD!!’

Just as she started to reply Juan leaned forwards and slid his cock into the already wet and slippery opening of her vagina. Using his full weight he pushed the eight-inch shaft deeper and deeper until the wiry bush at his groin was rubbing against the inner folds of the girl’s labia.

‘As I was saying…if you were arrested you would be strapped down, naked and quite helpless so they could do exactly what they want to you.’ He stared down into her eyes, grinning as he flexed his muscles so the wide shaft of his penis moved in and out of her vagina very slowly. He let her feel the full stretching impalement of his cock before withdrawing until just the domed head was nestling between the swollen lips of her cunt. Then he paused, watching the signs of her growing excitement, before pushing forwards to slide deep into her vagina once more.

‘Huh…haaah…oh yes…yes you bastard…go on…go on! Oh stop fucking about you bastard. Do it! H-Huh-huh-harder…that’s it HARDER…GO ON! OH FUCK YOU…STOP MESSING ABOUT!’

Juan laughed and kept the slow, tormenting fucking going, as Karen’s cries got more and more desperate. ‘Now you are understanding what they do…but these men…they like using pain, not pleasure.’ His smiled widened, ‘but as you are my guest, I will do what you want.’

He bent her legs back even more then leaned right over her and started to drive into her with hard, fast ramming strokes that made the girl bounce up and down on the bed with each impact. Her protests turned into wails…then within a few minutes into that familiar pleasure chant as she felt her orgasm building to its peak.

Juan’s smile became fixed in a rigid grimace as he tried to ignore his own growing need to cum. He fucked her harder and faster, trying to make her reach another orgasm before her tight young muscles milked him first. He groaned and swore, arching back…trying to hold on until she was the first to scream…

‘HAH! OH YES! OH YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! YESSSS! WOOO! WHOO!

YESS…YESSS…THAT’S IT YESSSSSS! OH FUCK! I’M THERE! I’M THEEEERE!’

Karen’s muscular spasms squeezed and gripped Juan’s cock in a wet, silk vice as she reached her climax. The extra stimulation was too much for him and his climax overcame restraint. He arched forwards ramming into her even harder with each spurting ejaculation.

Moments later he threw himself sideways onto the damp, rumpled sheets and let Karen stretch her legs as she too flopped back panting and gasping in the aftermath of their shared pleasure.

‘I told you NO, you bastard!’ Karen accused him wiping the drops of sweat from her breasts and thumping one small fist against his chest in mock anger as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

‘Hey, I was only showing you what it would be like…you were the one who started this idea of getting arrested.’

‘How do you know what they’d do?’

‘Like you I read things…and people talk.’ He smiled, and his cock stirred and stiffened again. He was off duty but imagining this blonde girl strapped to a chair frame or over a bar in the walled villa a few kilometres outside the city was enough to make him hard once more. Karen lay back, flicked the hair away from her forehead and propped herself up on her elbows. She poked him in the side with one finger breaking into his reverie. ‘So what have you read…or heard?’ She arched her hips and let her knees splay apart. ‘Go on then,’ she wriggled so her breasts swayed and jiggled from side to side. ‘What would they do to me if I was arrested?’

Juan sat up and laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. ‘You have no idea, no fucking idea at all do you, Karen? You think it’s some kind of game and just because your father…’

‘Step-father…’

‘OK, step-father…is an official US Embassy…you think that’s like some kind of magic protection for you, yes?’

Her lip turned down and her voice was sulky. ‘He’s an asshole! But no one’s going to fuck around arresting someone with those connections are they?’

‘Don’t be so sure…get in the wrong place at the wrong time and who’s going to know?’ He paused, ‘especially if he doesn’t seem to care what you do in the day…’

‘Why should he bother? He knows this hotel’s virtually a country club for all the embassy families and business people. Besides, if I’m fucking some nice rich person like you then I’m not getting into any silly political trouble.’

‘Would you want to?’

‘Well my friend Maria’s Aunt Jacinta…she calls her Aunt Jacinta but she’s not her aunt really, is a lecturer at the university. She’s always going to meetings and things…Maria’s been helping her organise some kind of march protesting about closing down certain departments so that’s why I haven’t see her for a week or so. They keep on asking me to help…find out things about my step-dad’s business contacts, really boring stuff like who he meets and what the other sweaty suits are doing.’

‘And who is this Maria?’

Oh she’s someone I got to know from uni, Maria Gonzales, her father’s in the property business and we met at one of those Embassy things. we’re both members of the Country Club and use this hotel’s pool too.’

Juan studied the naked girl lying beside him. Karen Roberts may have been barely eighteen but she had a swimwear model’s body with high firm breasts, trim waist and long toned legs. Being blonde her soft matt tan looked wonderful and the three small white triangles framing her cunt and her pink-tipped breasts somehow made her seem even more wanton as she sprawled on the bed. Inside the lighter triangle left by a very brief bikini, the patch of blonde hair on her mound had been trimmed into a single strip arrowing down to the waxed, naked lips of her cunt.

‘You can stop looking at my pussy like that! Anyway, you haven’t told me why I might be at risk?’

Juan flicked his tongue across his lips and cupped one firm breast and stroked his thumb over the sharp peak of her nipple. ‘I didn’t say you were. But imagine if Maria and this Jacinta person were arrested…then they would also want to question anyone connected with them.’ He paused choosing his words carefully. ‘They are very good at persuading people to tell them things you know. I’m sure your name would be mentioned.’ He played with the hard peak for a few more moments then smiled. It was not a nice smile because it suddenly made the forty-year-old look both cruel and predatory. Unfortunately for her, Karen was looking down at her groin and missed it.

‘Believe me if they got hold of a nice blonde American girl like you she would be certain to get some very special treatment.’ He paused, ‘of course the guards would be allowed to fuck you first, soften you up.’ 

‘Special treatment! Why, what do you mean?’

He watched the peak rouse and stiffen up as he played with it. ‘Why? Well, you’re young, female…and pretty. More interesting for them is that you’re white and blonde…that means different…they like it when they get to play with a young girl who’s a bit different.’ He reached across and repeated the stroking action on her other nipple.

‘And of course, they’ll love having someone with nice large breasts and long, sensitive nipples like yours to work on.’ His hand traced down until his fingers cupped her cunt. ‘And down here...you’re all nicely shaved and ready for them…’

‘To do what?’

He shook his head in pretend refusal. ‘No. Karen, you don’t want to know…believe me.’

Juan smiled again, well aware that his story was making her hot and horny all over again. It was making him hot too. In his mind he could see her bucking and straining against the straps…her babbling, desperate cries…the wet sound of the cane against her cunt lips…the screams…then later on the electrodes…the screams much wilder now as the current surges through the needle impaling her clitoris while a thin copper rod probes her anus.

He could feel his cock against the rumpled sheet, already hard with the skin tight across the head. He could see her nipples were even harder, jutting upwards like hard spikes and she’d edged her thighs apart so he could see how the inner lips were engorged and shiny with her wetness. The paler bulb of her clitoris showed between the folds of her inner lips and there were traces of a whitish cream from their last fucking session all along the rim of her cunt slit.

She was just panting for him to tell her more of his obscene torture story. He stroked his cock, still slimy with cum and her juices.

‘Yes, yes I do, you can’t stop now.’

‘Alright if you really want me to tell you…’ Karen ran her tongue along her lips and touched her fingers to her left breast. She nodded. ‘OK, so were you ever caned…at school maybe?’

‘Yes, a couple of times,’ she said flippantly. ‘Hurt like hell at the time but afterwards…fuck afterwards I was so horny it made me cum twice hard when I used a vibe on my clit.’ 

He smiled, a hot sadistic excitement in his eyes. ‘Oh they’ll cane you alright…but not like school.’ He rolled her nipple between forefinger and thumb watching the peak stiffen and rouse even more. ‘Remember the things I said they’d like about you?’ She nodded. ‘Well, using a cane or a bamboo rod on a pair of tits like yours will be very high on the persuasion list. Remember, Karen, these men are experts…they know how to make it hurt…and then how make it hurt even more.’

He lifted her left breast and ran his finger along the crease. ‘Of course they’ll cane your bottom first…just thirty or forty strokes as a start…’

‘Thirty…or forty! That-that-that’s horrible…no-one could take that…’

‘Of course they can…besides, if you are bent over a bar and tied down…you don’t have any choice you have to take it. Then, just when you think it can’t get worse they’ll move on to your tits…’ His stroked the soft underside. ‘Starting underneath where the skin is that bit more sensitive and…’ He let the soft weight go and rolled her nipple between forefinger and thumb, ‘then these of course. Mind you, it’s not just to make you scream it gets them nice and ready.’

‘Gets them ready, what the hell do you mean…ready for what?’

‘Simple, they’ll cane your tits then leave them alone for a bit so your nipples swell and the bruising and soreness build up.  Then, when they go back to work on your tits again, another caning perhaps or some fun with a needle or a bamboo splint, it hurts twice as much.’

He paused and watched as Karen shuddered and lay back, her fingers caressing the pink tips of her breasts as she squirmed at the images Juan’s description had created. ‘So they play with my tits…what else…?’

‘With the cane?’ She nodded then gasped as his fingers teased the lips of her cunt…still sensitive after her last orgasm. ’They’ll certainly want to use the cane here too.’

‘God no, not there…they wouldn’t!’ She twisted away and jerked as one finger grazed the tip of her clitoris.

Juan cupped and squeezed the wet bulge of the girl’s cunt. ‘Of course they would…and that’s exactly the point I’m making…you wouldn’t be able to move away like that! They make sure that you are strapped down very carefully so they can get to all the places they want to hurt you…and you can’t stop them!’ His finger rolled the lips against each other making her squirm with pleasure. ‘You know that after the first few strokes your cunt lips will swell and open up so then they can get right inside and use the cane on your clitoris.’

Karen Robert’s voice had a hesitant tone to it as the images of cunt torture filled her mind. ‘Is…is that all?’

Juan stared at her then laughed. ‘All? Don’t be silly that’s only the beginning.’ He reached over and turned her chin so she was staring up at him. ‘Every had an electric shock, Karen…you know touched a live wire or something like that?’

‘Yes, once…there was a bare wire on a kettle lead and I just brushed against it. Made me jump and my fingers tingled for hours afterwards.’

‘Electricity is their favourite toy…especially with girls. Clips on your nipples or your cunt lips…imagine how that would feel eh?’ Karen shivered as his fingers teased across her abdomen. ‘Not just clips either…they use needles too…and probes, right up inside’ His left forefinger slid into the wetness of her vagina. ‘They like to put one electrode up here...’ his finger traced back until it touched the tight whorl of her anus, ‘or up into your anus.’ He spread her lips apart so her slit gaped open then touched the bulb of her clitoris with his thumb. ‘Sometimes they wire the other electrode to a long needle and slowly push it right into your clitori…’

‘Oh God…no, no one would do something like that!’

‘Of course they would! You were the one who wanted the details. Listen, Karen, there’s so many awful things they could do to you.’ He paused. ‘But do you know the worst thing?’

‘Worse! What could be worse than that…it’s sick!’

‘No Karen, the worst thing is that they probably don’t really want anything from you at all. Oh yes, they’ll make you talk but most of what you tell them will be rubbish…or things they know already. The real reason they’re hurting you is that they like doing things to young women. They get their kicks out of watching your agony and hearing you crying and pleading and screaming, You will be screaming ‘don’t, please don’t, I can’t bear it, please!’ Then the one in charge will soothe you, wipe your tears away and say things like, ‘Poor Karen, it hurts so much...but we need you to try a little bit harder so lets try level four this time…’ And they will increase the current and push the needle further into your clitor…’

‘STOP! No, no that’s enough Juan. Oh God, that’s horrible. Wherever do you hear disgusting stories like that?’

Juan shrugged and a smiled flickered across his lips as he sat up, twisting round so he could put his feet on the floor. ‘Oh you hear things, people talk…there’s lots of stories, Karen. I don’t know if they’re all true…but some of it must be.’ He picked up his watch. ‘Damn, it’s quarter past already. Look, I’m sorry but we’re going to have to go. There’s a meeting I have to be at in less than quarter of an hour.’

While he was talking he was getting dressed. He tossed Karen’s sundress and bikini across the bed to her. ‘Come on, Karen, get a move on…time to go!’

She flounced off the bed using a corner of the sheet to dry her hair and wipe the sweat from her body. She made a performance of putting on her bikini top and doing up the ties of her thong panties, deliberately bending over with her legs straight to put on her sandals so Juan got a clear view of her naked buttocks framed by the thin white cord cutting up between the cheeks.

‘Very nice…but you can stop showing off now,’ he said abruptly, checking his wallet was still in his hip pocket and picking up his cigarettes and gold lighter from the coffee table. He tossed some dollar bills onto the bed. ‘Get yourself a present.’

‘Won’t I see you again?’ she said, picking up the dollars before doing up the last few buttons on her sundress. ‘I mean, when you get back…’

Juan shrugged. ‘It’s like I told you yesterday, Karen. I have to be away for a few days. Don’t know exactly when I’ll get back. Remember, lots of people still disappear very easily in this part of the world and no one makes much of a fuss over them. And don’t rely too much on your step-father for protection.’

He held the door for her and he followed her out. ‘Look after yourself.’ The door clicked shut behind them.

Once in his car he tapped a number into his phone. The conversation was brief. ‘It’s Ramirez…I’ve got two names…yes…political definitely…Jacinta Sanchez, lecturer…I think she’s on our files already…and a Maria Gonzales…just seventeen…father’s in business.’ He paused, ‘and I’ll talk to our American friend about the step-daughter…yes…Oh yes, Sir, if he agrees she would be an excellent subject.’ Captain Juan Ramirez closed the phone, smiled happily and pulled out into the traffic.

*****

Twenty eight year old Jacinta Sanchez was on their files so she was easy to find but Maria Gonzales would have another three days of freedom before she too was arrested. Jacinta Sanchez was picked up early the following morning from her apartment. She was punched, cuffed and hooded before being thrown into the back of a plain van and driven out to the walled villa. On arrival she was hurried down stairs. In the underground room she’d listened in her hooded darkness to the coarse comments and crude laughter as the thugs who’d picked her off the street prepared her for torture. They let her keep her black G-string panties but otherwise she was naked.

Within quarter of an hour she was standing wide astride, leaning forward with her arms stretched agonisingly up behind her. After that they left her alone strutted on the balls of her feet for nearly an hour so her body gleamed with sweat and her muscles shivered and trembled with the strain. Every so often a trickle of sweat would run down from under the black hood covering her head and drip from the tip of one breast or the other to join the small pool of moisture on the bare concrete.

She wanted to bend her legs or move her feet to get some relief…but she couldn’t do that. They had tied her ankles to thick iron staples anchored into the concrete floor deliberately leaving her just enough slack so she could lift up onto tiptoe and down again.

But the real pain had started when they’d put a strap round her arms just above her elbows…pulling the buckles cruelly tight so her arms were strained back and her breasts thrust forwards. Then they slid a hook through the rope round her wrists …and hoisted her arms into the air. The iron ring in the ceiling beam was in front of where her feet were held so she was also pulled off balance. She ended up hanging from her arms with her legs splayed apart leaning forwards with her toes pressed against the rough concrete. Only then did they tie the rope off.

In this position Jacinta’s full breasts hung free under her torso, swinging and bobbing with each tiny movement. She knew they would begin with her breasts. When they had finished tying her, someone had stroked the tips, playing with her nipples and men had laughed as she tried uselessly to avoid the pinching, tormenting fingers. All that happened was the droplets of sweat ran down her body faster…and her nipples stiffened and jutted even more obviously with each touch from those unseen, clever fingers.

Then someone had leaned close to the stinking cloth hood and whispered. ‘Here’s something for you to think about…just to get them ready.’ Cold metal touched the erect stub of her left nipple, little sharp points touching the base of the jutting stub on either side. Then there was another cruel laugh as the man let the spring-clip close.

‘AAAAAAAGH! FUUUUUUK YOOOOU!’

She’d screamed and twisted as the serrated jaws of the clip dug into her flesh. Her first squeal of agony became a series of panting breaths as she waited for what she knew was coming next. Her gasps turned into a rapid shallow panting as fingers rubbed and rolled her right nipple to aching hardness. She screamed again as the metal teeth gripped the erect stem and…

‘NAAAARG!’ 

‘Just two more things,’ Fingers fumbled with the clips and she winced and bit her lip as someone twisted them so the metal teeth gnawed and nipped at her nipples. Then the man’s voice in her ear again. ‘Better keep still…you won’t want to let them to swing too much…’ Then the fingers let go and she squealed again as the big lead fishing weights were left to sway and twist on their chains that were now attached to each of the clips.

‘Remember… don’t move…till we come back.’ 

Other men’s voices had joined in the chuckles and taunting laughter. Then the door thumped shut and she had been left alone to cry and gasp as the burning agony in her wrists, her shoulders, her thighs, her ankles and the balls of her feet grew and grew. The lead weights pulled her breasts down into cones of agony. And, just as he’d warned, every tiny movement made them twirl and bobble on their chains so the metal teeth nibbled and chewed at her nipples without mercy.

She had no idea how long they’d left her when she thought she heard the door open and close, very quietly. Her head whipped from side to side as she sensed there were men in the small room with her.

‘Who’s there! Anyone…please…please…aaah, AAAH…HUH! AARH-D-don’t do t-thaat!

Her pleas turned into gasps and a futile twisting of her hips as hands groped her bottom cheeks and thick male fingers slippery with lube probed into the cleft of her buttocks wrenching the thin string of her panties aside. She screamed once into the hot black cloth as the nipple weights swing and bounced with her struggles bringing fresh agony to her swollen teats. She screamed even louder when two pairs of hands pinched and gripped the taut mounds, prising her bottom cheeks wide apart. She shuddered as a trickle of wetness ran down her back and between her buttocks. The shudder turned into a jerking spasm as a naked body touched her back her back and she felt the head of a man’s penis pressing against her anus. She arched forwards but she was held fast and open by the other men around her.

‘Nuh…P-P-P-PLEEEZE DON’T…PLEEEZE!! HH-H-NAAAAH!’

There was mocking laughter all round her. The pressure increased. Jacinta could feel the penetration, her defences giving way millimetre by millimetre as the thick domed head spread her anal ring, stretching her wider and wider. Pain lanced through her and she screamed again, certain that she couldn’t stretch any wider and that she was being torn apart.

‘GAAARRH! G-G-G-G-GAH! Hah…haaah…p-p-please don’t…please!’

Her scream gave way to a series of fast, panting gasps as the penetration stopped and she felt the wide bulb of the man’s cock head edging out of her anus to give her some throbbing relief then…

‘GAAAAAAAAAAAGH!’

Fooled by his withdrawal Jacinta gasped and unclenched her muscles just for a moment. That was what he had been waiting for. He pushed her forwards hard, sliding the slippery glans into the tight opening of her anus. This time she could do nothing as the bulbous head breached her anal ring. She screamed as pain lanced through her bottom.  She felt the thickness of his cock impaling her, stretching her anus almost the tearing point and penetrating inches deep into her rectum as she was arched forwards under tension.

‘NAAAAH! D-D-Don’t m-move…n-n-no more…no…no! NO DON’T DO THAAAAT!’

She heard more mocking laughter as the man kept her pressed forwards so her body was strained against the ropes holding her arms aloft. Then he just stood there, grinning at the others and ignoring her desperate pleas from beneath the hood. His hands gripped her upraised arms to steady her on the tip of his cock while he waited, letting her own body do the work as her struggles forced her to slide down onto the thick spear of flesh fraction by fraction. Every moment was fresh burning pain and it was almost a minute before Jacinta felt the coarse curls of the man’s pubic hair scratching against the tender rim of her anus and she knew she was impaled fully on his eight-inch cock.

She hung from the ropes panting and gasping inside the thick cloth hood while the man paused, rocking his hips gently and savouring the heat and tightness of the woman’s rectum sheathing his cock. Finally he drew back, easing the wet, glistening shaft free until it was only the rim of his glans stretching her anus agonisingly wide. She panted harder, trying to ride the pain but knowing exactly what he was going to do to her next.

‘ARRRGH….YOU BASTAAAAAARD!!’

She screamed in agony when he rammed forwards, this time sliding deep into her with a single violent thrust that made her arch and buck wildly against the straps. The other cruel male hands prised her buttocks even wider apart, spreading her open so they could all watch and enjoy every detail of their victim’s first anal rape.

‘NAAAAGH! NAAAAAAAH! S-S-S-STOP! PLEEEEESE!!’

Of course he didn’t stop but more crude laughter answered her desperate squeals and pleas. The unknown man found his rhythm now, thrusting into her with long, deep strokes that gave him the greatest pleasure, and Jacinta Sanchez the maximum pain and discomfort. The speed of his thrusts increased and he gripped her arms even harder, trying to ram his cock even deeper into her rectum.

‘NA…NAH…UH-UH-UH-UUUUUAAAAGH! NAAAAAAAAGH! D-D-DON’T…PLEEEEZE! NAAAAAAH!’

The bag muffled her cries of pain and protest while the man rammed and thrust even harder. Finally she felt his cock jerk inside her…then there was sudden liquid warmth squirting deep in her rectum as he ejaculated. He arched back, wrenching at her arms as he yelled and swore, jerking two, three then four times, his penis clenched in the tight, wet grip of her bottom.

There was no warning as he pulled out leaving Jacinta heaving and panting for breath but her respite was only seconds long. Eager fingers spread her buttocks again, the string of her panties pulled aside to expose her fully and moments later another long, hard cock was thrust deep into the now wet and slippery opening of her anus.

The lead weights tore at her nipples as she surged and twisted as the second man reamed her already sore anus. But for Jacinta there was a humiliating discovery…the sustained friction of those cocks fucking of her anus was having another effect. Despite the pain, she could feel her cunt getting wetter as the stimulation went on and on and on. Mixed with her cries were gasps and shudders of pleasure as she could feel her own orgasm building. She almost screamed in frustration when the second rapist shot his load just before she reached her own peak.

In the darkness of the hood Jacinta thought she had managed to conceal her growing response to the brutal ass fucking they were giving her…but the men had done this so often that they knew the signs. Unseen by her they noted the flush of colour across her chest, the change in the noises coming from inside the bag…and the shuddering wail of disappointment from their victim when the corporal had pulled his cock free leaving a thin milky white syrup to ooze from the purple-red swollen ring of the girl’s anus.

The big sergeant, the most experienced of the guards, signalled to his cronies to splay the woman’s buttocks wide apart once more. He had waited, letting the others open her up a little before his turn. As usual, watching the woman being fucked had made him even harder and his cock jutted up like a dark brown horn. All the guards had been chosen because they were well endowed and the sergeant was no exception. His erect penis was almost eight inches long…but compared with the other two it was much thicker, widening out like a blunt spike of flesh. It was the width that usually made a woman...or girl…or boy...scream even louder as he fucked them.

This one was easy…she was already oily and slippery with a mixture of lube and semen. He used one hand to guide his cock between her thighs. He grinned when he felt her anus flexing and pouting against the head of his penis as he probed the opening. Then just as his friend had done when he fucked her first, he pushed her forwards, straining her body against the ropes holding her…then just waited for her own weight to force her to impale herself on the third big, thick cock she’d had to take in less than twenty minutes.

‘NAH…AH…P-P-PLEEEZE…HUH! AAAAAH…B-B-B-BIG! S-S-STOPP! PLEEEEZE!’

Jacinta Sanchez squealed in agony as her anus was stretched wider and wider. Those squeals turned to piercing screams when the sergeant leaned forwards and gripped the heavy globes of her breasts, digging his fingers into the soft flesh and shaking them so the lead weights bounced and jerked wildly on their chains and the steel teeth bit and gnawed even harder into her sore and swollen nipples. The heavily muscled Sergeant eased his hips back then thrust forwards, ramming the full length of his thick cock into the pinioned woman’s rectum. He paused waiting for the frenzied wailing protest to die away…then did it again…and again. Encouraged by the two others he gripped and twisted her breasts even harder.

Jacinta Sanchez bucked and wrenched at the ropes holding her in a vain effort to break free. The Sergeant grinned when the twenty-eight year olds’ writhing movements made her slide up and down on his cock even faster and harder. Her movements were bringing him right to the edge of cumming…but hidden in her frenzy was her own growing desire, her need to cum despite the horror of her situation and the horrible things the three men were doing to her.

But the wily sergeant wasn’t going to allow any prisoner that kind of release. Leaving her breasts alone he gripped her upper arms, holding her still while he pounded into her faster and faster. Jacinta was almost on the brink of her cumming when he suddenly slammed into her with three vicious strokes then held her in a vicelike grip as he ejaculated in short, hard spurts. She tried to move, tried to find that final friction that would tip her over the edge and allow her the orgasm she wanted despite everything.

‘NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!’

Her sobbing wail was a mixture of pain and sheer frustration as he pulled free of her abused anus. Someone patted her bottom, there was another burst of crude laughter and the thud of the door closing. Jacinta Sanchez was left strained forwards, her thighs shivering and trembling and her shoulder joints burning under the rope’s twisting tension. Thick, milky syrup oozed from the red, swollen mouth of her anus and down her inner thighs. Despite her best efforts the two big teardrops bobbed and twirled on the ends of their chains…each movement the teeth embedded into the taut swollen tips of her breasts.

Inside the stinking dampness of the black cotton hood she sobbed and whimpered and shuddered with unwanted arousal…and waited for the agony she knew would come.

An hour later the door opened and a group of men came in, most were obviously military in khaki or dull green shirts, but the slim, silver-haired man in his fifties wearing an expensive suit of pale grey cloth was the one to fear. His white shirt was open at the neck and his black shoes gleamed with a high gloss. Gold glinted from his watch and the matching bracelet round his other wrist.

‘The men have been entertaining you I see Ms Sanchez,’ he said quietly as the others settled themselves in a loose semicircle of chairs on the edge of the lighted area of the room. She gasped, her head twisting from side to side when he used one finger to push the nearest lead teardrop. He watched it swing and twist on the end of her swollen nipple for a moment.

‘Get rid of the hood, we don’t need that any more,’ he ordered. Instantly, one of the three guards hurried over to remove it. Jacinta Sanchez cried out and shook her head, eyes screwed up against the blinding glare as the hot stinking bag was pulled off. Her normal olive complexion face was dull red and her black hair plastered against her cheeks and forehead as though she’d just got out of a shower. It took her two attempts to say anything coherent at all.

‘T-t-those b-bastards r-r-aped me…three times…put the weights on me…all your fucking fault…I haven’t done anything. You’ll have to let me go…no grounds…just wait till my department hear about this…FUCK YOU!’

‘Yes, just what I thought you’d say.’ He turned to the others. ‘Interesting isn’t it, Ms Sanchez hasn’t asked why she was arrested. Like me she knows we have more than enough on her so-called student activities. So I think we need to find out what it is she doesn’t want to tell us.’ He touched the teardrop again and the university lecturer shivered and winced, her mouth clamped tight in a thin line. She was determined not to let this suited thug know how much they were hurting her. ‘Ms Sanchez is being brave…but I think the weights have done their work.’ He nodded to the guards, ‘unclip her and use a bar. I want her leaning forwards but not bent up like this.’

Jacinta Sanchez did make a noise when the clips and weights were removed. Suddenly, the pain of the tooth jaws was replaced with the agony of returning circulation in the abused tips of her breasts. Freed of the lead weights her nipples throbbed and burned, the skin swollen so taut that they looked like plump spikes jutting out from the dark circles of her aureoles.

She sank to her knees and folded forwards when the rope round her arms was untied, sobbing with relief as the burning strain on her shoulders was relaxed. But there was to be no easy relief. The guards untied her wrists and undid the elbow strap but immediately cuffed her wrists together in front of her. A polished wooden bar with wires and snap hooks on either end was forced through the crook of one elbow, across her back and out through the crook of the other. The two wires were clipped together and then tied to the rope hanging from the ceiling hook. Jacinta Sanchez was hoisted back onto her feet that were still roped to the ringbolts and splayed wide apart.

The silver-haired man nodded in approval. Jacinta Sanchez was now standing wide astride and leaning forwards slightly off balance. With the trapeze bar across her back bracing her shoulders and elbows back and her hands cuffed in front of her her full breasts were forced forwards so they jutted out with the swollen tips pointing out prominently. Jacinta twisted and turned her upper body…and with each movement the full globes bobbed and swayed completely exposed and unprotected.

‘Tell me...’ he said.

‘Fuck off…nothing to tell you,’ she replied, trying and failing to flick the damps strands of hair from across her eyes.

‘That’s a pity…for you, Jacinta,’ he said, smiling using one finger to move the strands of hair away from her eyes. ‘Now why do you think I told the guards to put those weights on your nipples, eh?’

‘Because you’re a fucking sadist who gets his kicks from torturing woman…that’s why!’

‘I admit the work gives me pleasure, and the same goes for my colleagues here, but the right answer is because it makes what we’re going to do to you now so much more effective.’ He smiled, ‘or from your point of view worse… the Sergeant here is going to cane your breasts...then we’ll ask you some questions, he paused, enjoying her expression of horror, ‘and then he’ll cane them again.’

‘No…no you can’t do that…no you’ll kill me if you do that…’ Here voice was suddenly reasonable, offering a bargain. ‘My being dead…that’s no good to you is it?’

All the watching men burst out laughing at her suddenly intent expression as though she’d discovered something they hadn’t thought of. ‘Oh dear, no, Jacinta, no of course it won’t kill you…no you may want us to kill you, in fact you’ll definitely be begging the sergeant to stop what he is doing …but be assured we’ll keep you alive and completely awake to appreciate everything we do to you…not just the caning but all the other things as well.’ He looked at the Sergeant. ‘Start with ten…the last five across the tips if you can.’

‘Swick!’

It was a small, crisp sound, the rod whirring round to dent the woman’s out-thrust breasts across the bottom half of her aureoles, just under the swollen spikes of her nipples. There was a moment of stillness then her torso twisted and turned madly from side to side, her breasts swinging so violently that there was a soft clap of sound as they smacked together. Jacinta Sanchez opened her mouth and screamed…a single high-pitched shriek of agony that echoed round the interrogation room.

‘Another, underneath if you can…the flesh is more sensitive there.’

‘Swiiick!’

‘NAAAAAAARRGH!’

‘Good man, another couple there will make her sing.’ He held up one finger. ‘Wait a moment, Sergeant!’ He pointed to the two others. ‘You two, can’t you see she’s moving too much…brace the ends of the bar and hold her still…that’s right…now push her forwards, make her show us her breasts properly so the Sergeant has something to aim at.’ He waited as the other two guards forced her to arch forwards thrusting the firm cones out even more. The man smiled, ‘That’s better.’

Denied even the tiny relief of being able to twist and thresh around to deal with the agony of the caning, Jacinta Sanchez screamed and shivered as though she had some kind of fever as the sergeant added three more agonising stripes to the soft under curve of her breasts.

The man waited until the screams had given way to a desperate sobbing. ‘Now, Jacinta, the sergeant’s going use the cane across your nipples…believe me it will feel as though he’s slicing them open…and after that we’ll see what you have to tell me.’

The first stroke caught her right nipple fully but only grazed the tip of the left one, that was enough to tear an even wilder scream from the woman’s throat. The next was precise. There were chuckles from the men and the silver-haired man smiled as they all saw the pale yellow rod indent the swollen tips, the impact leaving weals that rapidly went from pale to dark red with bloody smears where the cane caught the shallow punctures left by the teeth of the alligator clips.

Her spasms of agony were so violent that the two guards couldn’t prevent her twisting from side to side as she fought the blazing agony. Three more times the cane snapped viciously against the tips of Jacinta Sanchez’s breasts…after the final stroke of the promised ten she just hung from the trapeze bar sobbing and mumbling, her voice harsh and broken from the demented screaming of a few moment earlier.

‘Right, Jacinta…tell me who was at those meetings of yours…the ones you say you didn’t hold?’

‘N-N-N-Nnnnn…n-nothing to t-tell you…Toll you..n-no m-m-meetings…’

‘Foolish...very foolish…another ten, please, Sergeant.’

‘NAAAAAAAAAH!’

This time he brought the cane slicing across from above so the first stroke cut across the upper edge of the young lecturer’s aureoles. She threw her head back, mouth wide her legs strutted taut and quivering with strain as her body arched back against the bar. The two guards grinned fiercely and put their weight into hold her in position…pushing the bar forwards so her breasts were offered even more prominently to the hot kiss of the rattan rod.

The rubbery points of her breasts flexed and vibrated with each vicious stroke, springing back as the new line of pain turned red. After five more strokes the young woman’s screams turned into a high-pitched whinnying noise while her body shivered and shuddered at the careful, scalding agony being applied to her aureoles and nipples…stroke by slow, deliberate stroke. A wet trail of drool and mucus coated her upper chest but the droplets of sweat rolling down her breasts scattered in a fine spay under the impact of each cut of the rattan cane.

For the remaining strokes the Sergeant changed direction and brought the last four cuts slightly upwards, crossing the raised red marks of earlier strokes to bite into the other half of her tender aureoles. Finally, the count reached ten for the second time in twenty minutes. The screams died to a bubbling whimper. The sergeant let the cane touch the ground and he stepped back wiping the sweat from his own forehead.

Twenty eight year old politics lecturer, Jacinta Sanchez hung limp, her weight suspended from her arms still hooked back over the polished bar. Now her screams had stopped, the only thing breaking the silence was her harsh, gasping breathing and the accompanying soft jingle of the fittings on the trapeze bar as she stirred and twisted, only semi-conscious and whimpering with the throbbing, burning pain in her nipples.

‘GAAAAAAARRRGH!’

She screamed…her eyes came open and her head snapped back in agony as the silver-haired man reached across and pinched the swollen peak of her right breast between forefinger and thumb then twisted his wrist to increase the pain. ‘The meetings, Ms Sanchez, tell me about the meetings...who was there?

‘Tol u nuh-nu-no meetings…tol u…p-pleeeeze!’

He examined her breasts for a moment or two. She gasped and twitched as he rolled the taut, swollen stubs of her nipples. Her body jerked and she clenched her teeth, hissing with pain each time he touched the throbbing purple-red lines cross-crossing the now swollen and engorged aureoles. ‘Such a foolish decision…you could save yourself so much discomfort…just a few names, that’s all it takes.’ He looked into her eyes and saw the resistance there. ‘But on the other hand,’ he smiled, a smile of cruel anticipation, ‘there are so many things we can do to help you change your mind.’

He flicked the caned tip with one finger. ‘Put her on the perch, Sergeant…it’s time we paid attention to other sensitive places on Ms Sanchez’s body.’ Jacinta Sanchez screamed as the guards undid the ties and let her fall forwards scraping her breasts against the rough concrete. Concentrating on the throbbing agony in her nipples and the cramps in her legs she didn’t pay attention when one of the guards picked up a three-foot long metal bar from the corner of the room.

Told to sit upright the men pushed the bar across under her knees. She was made bend her legs so her thighs touched her calves, which trapped the bar in the crook of her knees, then told to put her hands under the bar and clasp her shins. She screamed again when one of the guards grabbed her wrists, pulling her arms forwards while the big sergeant rammed his knees into her back, bending her down and cramping her bent legs even harder against her chest. At his nod the other guard wound a nylon tie around her wrists in a figure of eight and wrenched it tight. Then the three of them stepped back and watched the naked woman rocking and struggling helplessly on the bare concrete with the bar sticking out on either side of her doubled legs.

‘I would save your energy, Ms Sanchez,’ the silver-haired man said then paused. ‘She’s going to make even more noise in a minute so let’s gag her, Sergeant, before you put her on the perch.’

‘NOOOOO! NO! NO! YOU CAN’T! NO DON’T! NO…PLEEEZE! NA…’

Jacinta screamed and pleaded…unfortunately that meant she had to open her mouth. The sergeant waited for the last screamed plea of ‘PLEEEZE!’ then gripped her lower jaw pinching the nerve point in the corners. He rammed a red rubber ball gag into her mouth lodging it securely behind her teeth. With the ball in place it was a simple job to fasten the black webbing straps behind her head then cinch them tight so they dug into the soft flesh of her cheeks to hold the ball firmly in place. Instantly the lecturer’s protests were reduced to nothing more than a series of wet muffled noises and a bubbling fight for air through her nose.

Intent on her own agonies, Jacinta hadn’t paid any attention to the two thick posts next to her that were set into the floor about two feet apart, or noticed that the top of each post had a slot in it. Horrified realisation of what they were going to do to her only came when the two guards each took one end of the metal bar and lifted her into the air. Saliva bubbled round the rubber ball and Jacinta Sanchez made even more frantic noises when her body swung down with all her weight hanging from the bar by her knee joints. The two men just grinned, lifted the bar a bit higher then dropped it into the slots in the posts.

Jacinta Sanchez’s body swung gently from the infamous ‘parrot’s perch’, her hair just brushing the concrete. With her legs doubled up, the firm, taut curves of her buttocks were uppermost, the cleft between them parted so her anus and the plump lips of her cunt were obscenely exposed under the hard, harsh lights of the torture chamber. The silver-haired man walked over and traced one finger along the wet cleft. He smiled as the sore, swollen ring of her anus clenched and flexed at the feather touch of one fingertip.

‘There’s another place to use a cane, Ms Sanchez. After a few strokes I find ladies become very eager to co-operate.’

‘GLOOOO…HOOO HANT! GLOOOO…HEEEEG!

‘Hant? Do you mean can’t, Ms Sanchez, is that what you said? Don’t be silly, of course we can,’ the silver-haired man said calmly. ‘Show her, Sergeant.’

The rattan made a whirring sound that ended with a flat, wet ‘swuck!’ as it cut into the groove between the young lecturer’s buttocks. Jacinta Sanchez’s pleas ended abruptly as the pale rod snapped down across the swollen rosette of her anus and exactly along the rim of her cunt slit.

‘HOOOOOHAAAARRRGH!’

‘Again…try and get right into the slit if you can.’

‘SWUCK!’

This time the watchers saw the thin rod cut down between the outer lips to so the tender inner folds and the little bulb of her clitoris were caught too. The woman curled even further forwards, her head bent as she tried to lift herself round the bar while the hot agony of the stroke seared through her cunt. She managed it for a moment or two before the strain was too much and she slumped back, rocking to and fro on her perch of pain.

‘You see what I mean, Ms Sanchez? Now, let’s see how many are needed to help your memory for names.’ He nodded to the big sergeant.  ‘Start with another ten.’ He walked to the edge of the lighted area, sat down crossed his legs and leaned back comfortably. He took his time selecting and lighting a cigarette. In front of him and the other watching men the figure on the bar bubbled, jerked and swung each time the sergeant whipped cruel rod into her cunt slit and across the swollen ring of her anus. A man who enjoyed his work, he took his time…using slow, deliberate strokes to increase agony of the young woman’s torture.

The men in the dimness watched each carefully applied stroke with sadistic concentration. There were murmurs of excitement and furtive movements as hands adjusted clothing that was suddenly uncomfortably constricting. Some of the movements were more rapid as men stroked and rubbed their cocks, their sexual arousal keeping in time with the woman’s agony.

Apart from heavy breathing from the watching men accompanying the regular, wet ‘swuck!’ of the cane on Jacinta Sanchez’s cunt, the only sounds were the muffled squelching cries from behind the red rubber ball filling her mouth and the bubbling snorting noises through her nose as she tried to get enough air into her lungs to scream properly. By the end of the next set of ten Jacinta Sanchez was barely conscious. She hung from the bar her muscles shivering and twitching and the matted strands of her hair stroking the concrete as she gasped for breath.

‘Ten, Sir,’ the sergeant said, ‘all on the slit as you wanted.’

The silver-haired man leaned forwards studying the pain-glazed upturned features of the woman. ‘Look at me, Ms Sanchez.’ She tried to ignore him but he reached forwards, pinched her nostrils between forefinger and thumb of his left hand and waited. Within half a minute the dangling figure was rocking and bucking as she made desperate efforts to breathe. Saliva bubbled and drooled from her lips. The effort was in vain and she finally submitted and stared back at her torturer wild-eyed with fear.

He let her nose go and twined his fingers in her sweat-sodden hair. She mewed into her gag as he pulled her head forwards so he could look into her eyes. ‘Let’s start again shall we, Ms Sanchez?’ He shook his hand and her head rocked from side to side. ‘A little break so my men can relax and catch their breath then we begin again. We can go on all day…can you? Do you really want him to use the cane on your cunt again?’

‘HOOOO…P-P-P-PLEEEEG…HOOOOO!’

‘Names, Jacinta…tell me or…’ the sergeant just stroked the cane across the swollen lips and the woman convulsed, her body swaying on the bar. The bubbling sounds got louder but what she was trying to say was impossible to understand. The silver-haired man listened for a minute then let her head go and flicked his fingers at the waiting guards. ‘Can’t understand a word…get this damned gag off her and we’ll see if her memory’s improved.’

One of them knelt and unbuckled the straps then pulled the ball free.

‘GAAAH…P-P-P-PLEESE I’LL TELL YOU…D-D-DON’T LET HIM T-TOUCH ME!

The cane moved again just tapping the tight pink-purple bead of her clit.

‘NAAAAARGH!’

‘Enough, Sergeant, for the moment.’

‘Permission to smoke, Sir?’

‘Yes, Sergeant ten minutes no more, but first, bring the trolley across and plug it in. I’ll see what Ms Sanchez has to tell us.’ He leaned forwards. ‘Slowly and clearly Ms Sanchez…all the names of your group…with their addresses please.’ He made no notes as the words tumbled out of the woman’s mouth. There was no need; everything was recorded in sound and vision. Anything useful would appear in a suitably sanitized transcript.

In her efforts to convince her interrogator, Jacinta Sanchez paid no attention to the battered metal trolley that the guards had placed next to her. Neither had she seen one of them uncoiling a cable from the grey box on the bottom shelf and plugging the other end into a wall socket. The click of the switch was almost lost in her babbling words but the silver-haired man smiled gently as he saw the small red light glowing at the base of the transformer.

There were names and addresses in the welter of useless information but nothing that wasn’t on file already. After ten minutes, tired of the repetitions and babbling pleas for mercy the silver-hair man lit another cigarette and walked over to the bars. He stroked his fingertips along the rim of her slit.

‘GAAAAH…NO…NO…NAAAAAH!’

‘Just a simple caning, Ms Sanchez and now you scream at the lightest touch.’ His fingers skimmed along the outer lips and the woman’s breath hissed through tightly clenched teeth as her body jerked on the bar. ‘I wonder how much real information you’ve just given us…things we didn’t know…people we weren’t already watching?’

‘Oh God! Oh please…please…I’ve told you what you wanted to know! Please…please stop…you must…you promised!’

‘No, Ms Sanchez…you really must listen more carefully…I said the caning would stop when you told me the names…and I’ve kept my word. But now I need to check all that information is true…you’d expect me to do that wouldn’t you?’ He waited but Jacinta Sanchez said nothing.

‘Pssssst!’

‘NAAAAAAARGH!’

The soft hiss of the burning cigarette as it touched the rim of her cunt slit was drowned out by her wild scream. He smiled, took another drag on his cigarette and gently touched the tip to the other lip. He waited until her second scream had died to a sobbing panting noise. ‘You see, no cane as I promised…but you really need to pay attention, Ms Sanchez. Lets go through those names again. Shall we?’

‘Please…please…PLEEESE! I’ve told you everything…please why would I lie?’

‘Pssssst!’

‘NAAAAAAH!’

‘I was wondering that too, I think there’s something else you’re trying to hide…is there?’ He stroked the glowing end of the cigarette delicately across the smooth, swollen bead of her clitoris then just watched calmly as the woman screamed, arched and jolted on the metal bar.

‘GAAAAARRGH! NO OH NO…NO! PLEEESE…OH GOD NAAAAH!’ Her voice broke as she pleaded, her eyes fixed on the hand holding the cigarette. ‘No, no don’t…don’t touch me! I’ve told you all about the meetings. That’s what you wanted…Please, I told you about the meetings!’

‘Ah yes, the meetings…but I wonder what else you’ve been doing that I need to know about…hmmm?’ Her eyes stared in horror as he puffed the cigarette to glowing brightness then carefully touched the tip to the swollen and pouting rim of her anus.

‘YYYYYYAAAAAAGGH! NAAAARGH! NUH-NUH-N-NOTHING…PLEEEEZE!’

The silver-haired man flicked the cigarette onto the floor and stubbed it out with quick, deft movement. ‘I almost believe you Ms Sanchez…but one has to be so careful so I think we’ll just check anyway.’ He reached across to the trolley and picked up two wires. The black one had the insulation stripped off the last inch or so and the end had been bent over so the stub was thicker and rounded. The red wire was attached to a rubber handgrip on the end of a long silver needle. He watched the terror on the woman’s face as she saw what he was holding…and realised what they were going to do.

‘No-no…NO, PLEEEZE! No, not electricity…I’ve told you what you wanted! Oh God, you can’t do this to me…you CAN’T!’

‘Of course we can, Ms Sanchez.’ He smiled down at her and touched her lips with the black wire. ‘This one up inside your urethra and,’ he watched her eyes staring at the needle, the silver spike glittering and winking under the lights. ‘This one is for your clitoris.’ Her mouth opened, her pulse racing and her breath coming in hard, rapid pants as she fought to manage the sheer horror of what they were about to do to her. ‘No, no don’t say anything yet…save your breath, Ms Sanchez…you’ll need all your strength very shortly.’

He leaned over her body and she jerked and gasped when his fingers spread her cunt lips wide apart. The rounded copper tip of the wire was cold and she gave a brief cry of pain as he twisted the wire to and fro, so it burrowed and wormed up into the sensitive tube of her urethra. But she screamed properly when he peeled the hood back from her clitoris and pressed the tip of the needle into the swollen and raw nub.

He showed the guard three fingers and held, the rubber handgrip between forefinger and thumb. The guard turned the knob on the controller so the pointer was at the three dial, pressed the button and grey transformer on the trolley buzzed gently. Jacinta Sanchez’s body locked rigid around the bar and her wild, desperate scream suddenly rose in pitch and intensity as the silver-haired man slid the needle slowly and carefully up into her clitoris.

Now he orchestrated her agony under the hot, glaring lights, his brief nods telling the guard when to press and when to release the silver button on the control box. With each new surge of current his fingers moved the needle fraction by fraction, sliding it up the stem of her clitoris until the point found the nerve centre. A new level of agony brought her curving up, head arching back so the sinews showed like wires beneath the skin. Jacinta hung from the bar with her mouth screaming wide as the current lanced between the cruelly embedded electrodes. Her fingers writhed and clawed at her own shins as she tried in vain to do anything…anything at all to stop the slow delicate torture.

It was ten minutes before she slumped back unconscious. There was a shuffling and sound of heavy breathing, the noises of pockets being searched followed by the click of lighters and sudden pools of yellow flame and red glowing points in the dimness where the watching men lit cigarettes and tried to being their own sadistic excitement under control.

‘Do you think she knows anything of use?’ one of the men asked.

‘Probably not,’ the silver-haired man said, looking at the doubled figure hooked over the bar. ‘But you never know. Another session should be enough. I’ll leave the needle in place and we’ll see how she likes the feel of the second wire up inside her anus this time.’ He nodded to the sergeant. ‘All right, bring her round.’

The bucket of cold water thrown into her face brought Jacinta Sanchez spluttering and gasping back to her world of pain. Her head threshed from side to side as she tried to stop the water running up her nose and she snorted and choked for a full minute before she was able to see clearly.

‘P-P-Pleeese, please stop, please…YAAARGH!’

Once more her pleas were brought to a screaming halt as the man pulled the black wire out of her urethra. ‘Let’s try again, Ms Sanchez.’ He chuckled, ‘I seem to remember you complaining that some men had been uncouth enough to fuck you in the ass. I’m sure it’s still sore…so now I’m going to put this black wire up inside your anus and we’ll see if that helps improve your memory.’

Out of her sight he held up four fingers and the grinning guard turned the control knob to four on the dial. The transformer buzzed gently and the silver-haired man touched the bare tip of the black wire to the swollen rosette of the young lecturer’s anus. He listened to her screams then carefully slid the wire deeper into her rectum.

Another even more piercing scream filled the underground room as Jacinta Sanchez’s slow, exquisite agony continued.

‘Gaaaah! Oh fuck yes…yes…do that again! Oh YES!’ The man gasped and reached up to cup the full globes, his fingers stroking the slippery olive skin, thumbs rocking across the dark brown stubs of her nipples. ‘How old did you say you were, Conchita?’ The girl kneeling up over the American businessman’s groin giggled and lifted just a little so his hard, wet cock slid out of her vagina until just the helmet nestled between her cunt lips.

‘I told you, Larry, eighteen so stop worrying,’ she sank back, pressing down so Larry Nolan, the thirty five year old sales manager she’d met at the hotel pool yesterday, groaned with pleasure as the tight warm sheath slid down over his cock again. For a few minutes there was silence, broken only by their breathing and the wet, slippery noises as the girl rose and fell, riding his penis with tormenting skill as she brought him nearer and nearer to the brink.

She leaned forwards then gasped in turn as he gripped and pinched the erect tips bouncing and swinging over him. ‘Oh yes, yes…play with them, Larry, that always makes me cum faster. Haaaaah! Yes…yes…harder! …Pinch them…pinch the tips…t-that’s right…harder…harder.’ She was riding him faster now, bouncing up and down to drive the thick hard shaft as deep as possible as her pleasure built towards that peak she wanted so badly.

Larry Nolan grimaced, his hands full of the tight, firm weight of the girl’s breasts, his fingers and thumbs squeezing and twisting the big dark brown stubs of her nipples in response to her gabbled urging. The sweet friction of her cunt around his cock was almost too much. He gritted his teeth, arching up from the bed desperate to hold back, to delay cumming…determined that he was going to show this girl who was boss and HE…WAS…GOING…TO…MAKE…HER…CUM…FIRRRRRST!’

The girl calling herself Conchita clenched her internal muscles, driving down with her hips, slamming against his groin with each stroke and screamed with delight and triumph as she felt his cock jerking deep inside her. His fingers tightened on her breasts and he twisted his wrists. She arched up too as the sudden, extra pain took her towards her orgasm. Suddenly his hands left her breasts and she felt his fingers against her cunt lips, worming between them until he could touch her clit. She squealed again. She arched back, bracing her hands on his knees with her thighs splayed apart to open herself even more.

‘Cum for me! Cum you little bitch!’ He used forefinger and thumb of one hand to peel her cunt lips apart so he could use his other forefinger to vibrate the exposed bead of her clitoris. His muscles shivered with the tension and sweat beaded a face now scarlet with strain and effort as he fought to make the teenager to cum before the stimulation became unbearable. He gasped through his clenched jaw muscles. ‘L-Ladies first…come on Conchita…fucking well cum for me you hot little bitch!’

The girl threw her head back and gabbled wildly, hooting and chanting as she bucked and jerked at the extra stimulation that took her over the edge.

‘Gah…aaaaha…hah…YESSSS! Oh God…OH GOD! YES…YES…YES! Do it there! Yes…h-h-h-harder…OOOOOOH FUUUUUCK! C-C-CUMMMING! P-P-PLEASE!

YES-YES-YES….F-F-F-UCKKK! HA! HA! HAAAH! THERE…I’M THEEERE!’

Larry’s fingers spread her wet lips even wider, working her clitoris in a blur of movement so the teenager had no chance to do anything but to submit to the wave of sensation that brought her upright in jerking, gasping spasms.

‘NAAAAH…YES! YES! HUH-HUH-HAAAH…P-P-P-PLEEESE! STOP! PLEESE!’

She reach one peak then a second before it became too much and she pried at his wrists to try and stop the now-tormenting stimulation of his finger against her sore clitoris. Bucking and jerking she rolled sideways off the wet, slippery shaft and curled up still panting and gasping as the tingles and shocks of her orgasm rocked her body.

‘Oh no…no you don’t…not yet bitch!’ Larry twisted up onto his knees, pinned the teenager down by her shoulders and rammed one knee between her legs. ‘Open wide, Conchita…my fucking turn now!’ Before she could protest he’d got his hands under her knees, bending them back towards her shoulders and opening the core of her body to him.

‘Oh no! WAIT! NO…PLEASE…PLEASE! OH YOU BASTARD! NAAAARGH!’

But there was no pause…and no chance for her to resist. She was wet and open and his slick cock slid into her easily. He leaned over her and pressed her thighs even wider apart so her knees brushed her ears, her arms trapped under her own folded body helpless to stop Larry’s onslaught. Each long, deep stroke brought more cries and whimpers of protest. Larry, intent on his own pleasure didn’t care what she wanted, intent on ramming into the girl’s hot wet cunt faster and faster.

‘FUCK YOU! OH YES…GONNA FUCK YOU SO HARD YOU’LL SQUEAL! THAT’S IT…SQUEEZE MY COCK! OH YES! FUUUUUCK! FUUUCK YEEEEES!’

Larry couldn’t hold off his own climax for long. It was only a couple of minutes before he yelled out again and drove deep into her vagina, his cock jerking as he shot his load deep inside her. He stayed curved over her for a few more moments, his hips jerking as he enjoyed the hot sensation of cumming in the tight, slippery sheath of the teenager’s cunt. Then he gave a huge gasp of release and rolled sideways.

The two sweat-soaked figures lay side by side on the bed, both breathing heavily and still recovering from their exertions. That was when they heard the sound of someone using a passkey to open the door of the suite.

Larry floundered off the bed, grabbed his tee shirt to cover his cock and balls, wrenched open the bedroom door to face three heavily built thugs, two younger and one middle-aged The two younger one, both tattooed with short, military haircuts and tight, white tee shirts, pushed forwards, the automatics in their hands very steady, one was pointing at each of them. The big black one grinned through a hedge gleaming teeth and rammed his riot stick into Larry’s belly.

‘Security,’ he looked at the gasping American then down at the shirt clamped against his groin, ‘you go in the other room now, gringo.’ The girl tried to get out of the door but the grinning heavy nearest to her simply swung his free arm across her breasts, twisted her round and rammed the barrel of his automatic up under her chin.

His hand moved and Conchita squealed and wriggled as his fingers dug into the tender flesh, pinching the dark brown peak of her right breast between forefinger and thumb with vicious force. ‘Quiet bitch, or I’ll fucking hurt you!’

‘Hey!’ Larry protested hopping round off balance while pulling on a tee shirt and trying to struggle into a pair of tight white briefs. ‘Fucking well tell your guys to leave her alone will ya!’

‘Shut up! We want her, not you…yet! Get out and leave this to my men.’ Before he could say anything or even grab his jeans from the end of the bed, the angry and frightened sales executive was pushed through the bedroom door into the suite’s living room. The one holding Conchita flung her onto the bed and they both stood looking down hungrily at the naked eighteen year old.

Sergeant Jonas looked from one to the other and nodded. ‘10 minutes while I explain the facts of life to Mr Nolan…but fuck only, you don’t want to upset the Captain do you?’ The two men grinned and nodded in turn; they knew exactly what the Sergeant meant. They were stripping off their clothes even before the door had closed behind him.

‘No-no-no…NO...keep away! Leave me alone…please!’ Conchita stared at the two men, her eyes wide with fear as she saw their heavily muscled and tattooed bodies as they stripped off. They were naked in moments, both already erect, their thick uncut cocks bobbing and swinging as they moved towards the naked girl on the bed. ‘P-Please don’t t-touch me…’

‘Not good enough for you, eh! Hey, this cunt only fucks rich Yankees, Miguel!’ the taller of the two men said. He reached over and grabbed a handful of Maria’s long, black hair, twisting it so she cried out at the sudden sharp pain. He forced her head round so his cock brushed her lips. ‘Time for you to be real nice to Miguel and me…you bite and I fucking kill you…understand?’ Conchita clamped her lips together and shook her head, trying to turn away from the thick purple head and the smell of sweat and semen. He wrenched at her hair. ‘Stop playing fucking games!’

Miguel picked up Larry’s jeans and pulled the thick leather belt out of the loops. He folded it double and held the two ends in his right hand. ‘Nice belt…keep her there, Roberto, I’ll warm her up a little…’

Roberto grinned and forced the teenager’s shoulders down onto the mattress so she was on her front with her ass jutting up in the air.

‘Thack!’        ‘Thack!’        ‘Thack!’

‘YAAAAAH…NUH…NUH…NAAAAH!’

Conchita arched and squealed as the leather strap licked across the taut mounds of her bottom. Each stroke, delivered with the full force of Miguel’s right arm pasted the supple leather against her skin with a crack like a pistol shot. Each impact brought another squeal of pain and left another broad red mark across her smooth olive skin.

‘Thack!’        ‘Thack!’         ‘Thack!’        ‘Thack!’        ‘Thack!’

‘NAAAAAH…P-P-P-PLEEESE! I’LL DO IT…PLEASE! NAAAAAH!’

Miguel lifted her head up and, just for a moment, she still resisted. Three more vicious strokes laced hot red bars of pain across the tops of Conchita’s thighs and she wailed and shuddered. She also opened her lips and her cries suddenly turned into wet, slobbering noises as Miguel’s thick seven-inch cock slid deep into her mouth.

In the suite’s lounge the black sergeant pushed Larry Nolan into one of the chairs by the window. ‘Sit down, Mr Nolan.’ He paused to light a cigarette, grinning as he heard the voices and muffled noises filtering through the closed bedroom door. ‘As I said, this is a security matter. It is…unfortunate…you are involved.’ Larry was about to speak then stopped and twisted round as he heard the sharp, crisp impact and the girl’s first squeal of pain.

‘What the fuck!…Shit, Sergeant, what’re those bastards doing to Conchita in there!’ He started to get up, ‘I’m going to put a stop to this…’

‘SIT DOWN!’ The Sergeant’s riot stick rammed the into the American’s solar plexus again and Larry Nolan collapsed back in his chair his face grey as he tried to catch his breath. Over his wheezing the noise of a second hard stroke and another babble of distress made both men turn and look at the closed bedroom door from the bedroom. Sergeant Jonas grabbed the American’s cheek and shook his head from side to side. ‘Young ladies sometimes need a little discipline, that’s all, don’t you agree?’ He waited until Larry Nolan’s breathing had returned to normal then let him go slapping his cheek lightly as he did so.

‘But you…you are a guest in my country…hoping to do a deal to sell my government a great deal of expensive equipment. You are sitting there making threats about the fuss you’re going to make about all this. Let me tell you…you’re going to say nothing…nothing at all.’

‘Oh yeah…we’ll fuckin’ well see about that!’

The Sergeant tapped a few commands on his phone, grinned again and looked at the still gasping American. ‘Mr Larry John Nolan, thirty-five…married…been with the company for ten years…in line for a big promotion if this deal goes through.’ He grinned again. ‘Getting desperate because you really, really don’t want your wife or your bosses to know you make a habit of fucking underage age girls on your foreign trips…or to have some security dick fuck up the deal. Am I right, Mr Nolan?’

White-faced Larry blurted out. ‘She said she was eighteen!’

‘But young girls so often lie about their age I find…and about their names it seems…her name is really Maria, Maria Gonzales. She’s is wanted for questioning.’

‘Why? What’s she done? She’s no criminal.’

The Sergeant shrugged. ‘An internal matter…political …there were arrests…her name came up during the,’ he paused and smiled again at some memory, ‘the questioning of another woman.’

‘I’ll bet it did…I’ve heard things about you people…not nice...not nice at all.’

‘You listen to me you shit! If you want that contract…and our silence about your little teen fucking games then none of this happened…none of it…do you understand me?’

There was a pause then slowly Larry Nolan nodded his head in agreement.

The two men listened to the continuing sounds of leather slapping naked flesh and the girl’s wails and cries of pain. Larry Nolan squirmed in the chair. He realised he was fiercely, throbbingly erect and there was nothing he could do to hide the tenting bulge in his tight white briefs…or the tell-take translucent oval patch developing where the leaking pre-cum was soaking the thin fabric. Then the sounds stopped, to be replaces by muffled noises from the girl and a rhythmic creaking.

The Sergeant’s eyes flicked down to the American’s groin for a moment and he chuckled leaning back in the chair. ‘Makes you hard again, yes?’

‘Wha…Whadda mean?’ Larry twisted, trying to conceal his arousal from the Sergeant’s crude gaze.

‘You know…you were fucking that girl ten minutes ago…now you’re hard and wet again because you’re thinking about what’s going on in that bedroom...and what might happen to her later’

‘No…no…course not…no, I’m not…it’s just all this has come as a shock.’

Don’t try and lie to me…a naked young lady being beaten then fucked by two men…of course it’s exciting and as for later…’ he stubbed out his cigarette and grinned then touched the tented front of Larry’s briefs with the tip of his riot stick. ‘I leave that to your own imagination.’ He leaned forwards again. ‘Remember…you saw and heard nothing…nothing at all… and you never met any girl…understand?’

Larry Nolan shivered…then nodded.

Miguel rested on knee on the edge of the bed so he could hold the girl’s head at the right angle as he fucked her throat with long, deliberate strokes. Maria Gonzales bucked and bubbled trying not to gag as the head of his cock slid into her throat. The bubbling noises became frenzied as she felt Roberto’s thick fingers digging into the hot, sore skin of her ass, pulling her up onto her knees then prising the cheeks apart.

‘HOOOO…HO…HO…HO…WEEEEG!

Roberto used one hand to guide the head of his cock into the cleft of her buttocks. Maria tried to deny him by pressing her thighs together but she was already wet and open from her orgasm and the swollen petals of her cunt made it easy for the man’s probing cock. He rammed forwards sinking eight hard inches deep into her vagina.

‘Oh FUCK YESSS…THAT'S GOOOD!’ He shouted and gasped as the tight warm sheath of her cunt gripped his penis like wet silk. He pulled back, paused for a moment then drove his hips forwards again…just as Miguel did the same so his cock slid over her tongue and into the hot wetness of her throat.

The two men looked at each other, smiled and then drew back together. A brief nod of understanding and the teenager started jerking and bucking as two thick cocks impaled her throat and vagina simultaneously. This was a game the two of them had played many times before. Miguel orchestrated the cruel torment, pulling his cock free just in time to allow the girl to suck a few precious moments of breathable air before the thick shaft filled her throat once more. The girl’s torment made worse by the way Roberto’s thighs slapped against the hot, sore skin of her bottom each time he rammed his cock into her.

Within minutes though Maria was beginning to respond in a different way to the double pounding. With her cunt already sensitive from her first orgasm, Roberto’s hard fucking was turning the pain of the whipping into a different kind of heat that made her ride his cock even harder and faster. Her gasps and moans of mixed pain and growing excitement added to Miguel’s pleasure as she slobbered and gobbled round the thickness of his penis filling her mouth.

Maria squirmed and twisted in the grip of the two men as she was forced to cum for a second time in twenty minutes. Her sudden spasms and the jerking muscular contractions in her cunt were too much for Roberto who leaned forwards, rammed into her as hard as he could then dug his fingers into the hot red cheeks of her bottom as he squirted deep in her cunt. Maria tried to scream but Miguel was also on the brink of cumming and his fingers twisted and wrenched at her hair, holding her head so her nose was buried in the sweat reeking mat of hair at the base of his cock.

She started to gag and he pulled her head back, holding the wet shaft of his cock with the other hand and rubbing furiously to put himself over the edge. He arched back, staring up at the ceiling then deliberately rubbed the slippery dome of his cockhead across her lips. Both men laughed as thick whitish ropes of semen filled her nose and squirted across her cheeks and eyebrows.

Maria gasped and spluttered, one hand pawing at her face to wipe off the sticky coating glazing her cheeks and mouth. ‘Find the cunt something to wear, Roberto,.’ His companion picked up Maria’s skimpy cotton sundress and threw it at her.

‘You heard…put it on!’

Maria sat up and swung her legs onto the floor on the other side of the bed as far away from the two men as she could get. Automatically she reached down and picked up the two bits of the bikini she’d been wearing under the dress.

In the middle of getting dressed, Miguel took two swift paces round the bed, ripped the bikini out of her hands and knocked her sideways with a vicious slap.

‘SPLACK!’

‘YAAAAAAAH! NO…NO…DON'T…NO!’

‘So do what you’re told, bitch! Get the fucking dress on…nothing else, understand!’ He stood over her, fist clenched as she struggled into the thin cotton dress and fumbled the buttons closed down the front. He grabbed her arm and dragged her to her feet. ‘What else is yours?’

Still shivering and trembling with a mixture of fear and exhaustion Maria pointed to the bikini, her slip-on sandals and the brightly coloured beach bag that contained her other clothes and the rest of her things. Now dressed Roberto grabbed everything and shoved it into the bag. ‘That all…sure about that?’ Miguel waited for the frightened nod. ‘Good, because if not…’ He left the threat unfinished as the bedside phone burred once before Roberto picked it up.

He listened, said ‘Yes, of course, Sergeant…downstairs…she’s ready now.’ He put the receiver down and touched his holstered gun. 

Ten minutes later Maria Gonzales was in the back of a car, her wrists strapped behind her back and her head covered by a black cotton bag, being driven out of the city. She had no idea where she was when they pulled her from the car and hurried her into the walled villa. With one of them holding each arm she was hustled down the tiled hall way and into a down stairs room at the back of the house. Maria Gonzales couldn’t see anything through the thick black cloth. The hood was hot and stinking and the damp cotton clung to her mouth and nose so every breath was an effort. She stumbled forwards trying not to cry or give in to the horrible fears and imaginings of what they were going to do to her.

‘Hello, Maria, here at last.’ She twisted towards the sound, aware that she knew that voice from somewhere. ‘All right, take it off, Miguel.’ The hood was dragged off her head leaving the eighteen year old blinking and gasping with relief. ‘No, you can leave her untied, she’s not going anywhere.’

She blinked and hugged her arms across her breasts as she looked round. The room was shabby, bare walls with paint yellowed by tobacco smoke, grubby vinyl tiles on the floor and a picture of the President hanging slightly crooked on one wall. Facing her she saw a small table to one side of a battered steel-framed desk. Two men looked at her, both dressed alike in black trousers and white short-sleeved shirts. One was sitting in swivel chair behind the desk while the other stood to one side. They had been chatting and smoking but both of them were now staring straight at her. Maria shuddered and looked at the floor trying not to see the cruel smiles of anticipation and eyes hot with lust and sadistic pleasure.

The one standing edged forward to get a better view of the trembling eighteen-year-old girl who was obviously wearing nothing at all under her short, crumpled sundress. ‘Come here,’ the man behind the desk, leaned back in his chair, ‘come over here, Maria, stand in front of me.’

Maria stared at the slim, neatly dressed figure in shock. She peered at him. ‘Juan Ramirez, is that you Juan? Please, Juan, why am I here? What’s happening…who is this man?’ She babbled. ‘Is Karen in trouble too?’ She took three steps across the floor. ‘Please, please, Juan…tell me!’

The man held up one finger and touched his lips. ‘Shhhh, Maria, stop getting excited.’ He waited until she was silent then leaned forwards to study the papers on the desk. ‘These are serious matters, Maria, very serious…yes, we’re going to question Miss Roberts later.’ He paused, ‘but first…a small thing.’ The smile didn’t reach his eyes or match the sudden coldness in his voice, ‘it’s not Juan, …this is an official investigation so Captain or Captain Ramirez is the proper way to address me.’

‘What have you done to her, Ju…I mean Captain?’

He smiled at her slip and hurried obedience. ‘Why nothing, nothing at all, yet.’ He let the unspoken threat hang in the air as he lit a cigarette. ‘But we’ve have talked to your friend Jacinta, Jacinta Sanchez. Of course she needed a little encouragement,’ Maria shuddered at the way he turned to the other man and smiled as he said encouragement. She knew that meant poor Jacinta had been tortured. Tears trickled down her cheeks 

Maria looked at Captain Ramirez. ‘Please…please its all a mistake…please…I don’t know anything about any meetings…Please…PLEEEESE!’

‘Meetings…’ his eyebrows rose in pretend surprise. ‘I don’t think anyone has mentioned any meetings, Maria? Now why would you want to convince me you know nothing about things you’ve not even been asked about, hmmm?’

‘PLEASE! I don’t know anything…please…I’ll be good…I won’t say anything. Please I promise I’ll do what you want, PLEEESE!’

‘That’s good, Maria. Before the questions, the Lieutenant here wants to fuck you.’ The other man smiled and chuckled and moved closer so his leg was brushing her dress. Juan Ramirez said it in such an off-hand way that for a moment Maria Gonzales didn’t react. Then she went rigid and screamed in panic

‘No-no-no! No, no please…please…your men they raped me and made me…’

‘Stop being so silly…of course they did…. And now you’re going to be nice to the lieutenant too. All you have to do is bend over the desk.’ The grinning man put his hand on her shoulder. She tried to turn away but he held her easily, pushing her forwards as she pleaded and cried with her tormentors

‘Please…please don’t! No, NO…it’s not right, NO! I don’t want to…please! NO DON’T PLEASE!’

‘Wait a minute!’ Juan Ramirez’s voice stopped them and Maria gasped with relief…but her hopes of any kind of pity were short-lived. ‘Haven’t you forgotten to do something, Maria?’ He walked round the desk until he was standing directly in front of her and touched the top button of her dress with one finger. ‘You won’t need this will you?

‘P-Pleeese!’

‘Just a few buttons,’ His fingers flicked them undone one by one, ‘and then.’ He pushed the two sides of the dress off the teenager’s shoulders and it slid to the floor to lie puddled round her feet. Both of them stood looking at the full heavy globes, the dark brown tips jutting up and outwards. Despite all Maria’s pleas and protests, her long nipples were very obviously hard and erect. Her trembling got worse because she knew their eyes had moved down, down from her breasts to the small arrowhead of trimmed black hair pointing down to the plump, naked lips of her cunt. Maria flushed with embarrassment as she realised that the men could see the still-swollen tip of her clitoris peeping from between the wet, pouting lips. The muscles in the toned curves of her bottom and her long elegant legs twitched and shivered as the two of them took their time enjoying the sight of a ripe eighteen year old body being exposed for their appreciation.

Juan Ramirez cupped her breasts, thumbs cocked to brush the tips of her nipples. She gasped and shivered as they grazed the swollen peaks. ‘Very nice, very nice indeed…you’re a well developed young lady aren’t you?’ He smiled more widely as he watched her reaction as he deliberately rolled the hard, aroused points to and fro. ‘Sensitive too…I like that in a girl, somewhere to concentrate on later perhaps…’ He chuckled, enjoying Maria’s efforts to stand still and not respond to his fondling. ‘Now I want you over the desk…right over so you’re pressing these,’ he pinched the tender tips so she bit her lip and whimpered in pain, ‘against the top.’

Maria resisted, just for a moment. He seized a handful of her long black hair and twisted his wrist so her head was wrenched round to the side. ‘It was not a request…JUST DO IT!’ He slammed her forwards so her breasts slapped against the wooden top. ‘All yours, Lieutenant.’

‘AAAAH, no…no…please what are you doing! NO DON’T DO THAT!’

The teenager screamed and bucked as his cruel fingers pried her ass cheeks apart. She wailed in useless protest as she felt one thick, lubed finger probing her anus.

‘Wet, Captain…wet and hot.’ His finger slid deeper almost to the knuckle before he pulled it back. ‘Eighteen or not, she’s been fucked in the ass before, look…’ He slid his finger into her anus, this time twisting his wrist gently as he pushed deeper and deeper into her rectum. Maria wailed, her body heaving and bucking as she felt the full length of his forefinger slide right up inside her until his hand was pressing into her cunt. Juan Ramirez watched intently, enjoying the girl’s useless struggles as the lieutenant slowly fucked his finger in and out of her anus with long deep strokes. Then he added a second finger…

‘GAAAAAAH! NO-NO-NO-PLEEESE…IT’S TOO BIG…TOO BIGGGGG!’

Captain Ramirez stroked her cheek and gently wiped a teardrop away. ‘No it isn’t…there, he’s got it inside. Just relax…let him open you up properly.’ She gasped and humped her hips against the edge of the desk, squirming at the mixture of pain and pleasure as two male fingers pumped slowly in and out of her anus. Her gasps and hurried, panting breaths got louder when the man added a twisting movement, crooking his fingers slightly so his fingertips rubbed and fretted the inner lining of her rectum with a cruel, expert skill.

Captain Ramirez kept the finger of his left hand twisted in the girl’s hair, controlling her position and holding her so he could watch the changing expressions on her face as the man worked his finger in and out of her anus. Keeping a firm hold he moved back round the desk until he could sit down and enjoy the show in comfort. ‘There, there, Maria, see I knew you could take both fingers.’ Her face contorted suddenly and a thin trickle of saliva drooled onto the wooden top. ‘Oh, was that his knuckles going in? Yes, I know it hurts…but never mind you can feel him right up inside now can’t you?

‘M-M-Make h-him s-s-stop…P-P-Pleeeese…make him stop it!’

‘Only a little deeper…then he’s going to fuck you right up inside.’ Even as the Captain spoke the Lieutenant pulled his fingers out and undressed quickly. His cock was hard, a thick, up-curved eight inch shaft, the bulbous helmet already slick and shiny with the pre-cum seeping from the slit. He grinned, flexed his fingers then pulled the cheeks of Maria’s ass even wider apart. The opening of her anus gaped, the ring swollen and sticky where his fingers had opened her ready to take his cock. He edged forwards using his right hand to guide the head of his penis to touch her anal ring.

‘No-no-no…not there…please not there…no…I don’t like it that way…PLEEESE! HAAAAH!’

‘Too bad, Maria, it’s his favorite way of fucking…especially with naughty young girls.’ Captain Ramirez chuckled when the Lieutenant pressed his hips forwards and he felt her head twist jerk his hand. Her eyes went wide and she gave a shuddering gasp of pain as she felt the bulb of his glans stretching her anus even wider.

‘NOOOOOO! S-S-STOP! NAAAARGH!’

They both laughed as the girl’s hips bucked and her bare feet scrabbled against the worn tiles as the head of the Lieutenant’s cock popped inside her anal ring. He paused for a moment enjoying the sensation of her hot, tight flesh gripping his penis…then leaned forwards over her back so the shaft slid deep into her well-lubed rectum. Again, he waited, letting her feel the fullness of being impaled so deeply on a man’s cock, then pulled back until only the tip was inside her anus. Then he thrust forwards, driving into her until she could feel the harsh curls scraping against her sphincter.

‘NAAAARGH! T-T-TOO HARD! Please…please…not so hard PLEEESE!’

Of course her pleas and sobs only added to the Lieutenant’s enjoyment as he kept up the steady long strokes that jolted the girl against the edge of the desk each time his thighs slapped against the sore cheeks of her bottom. Juan Ramirez stroked the teenager’s cheek, a mocking smile on his lips as he heard the gradual change in her breathing…and the way her protests began to sound more like cries of growing pleasure. His finger traced round her lips and probed between them. ‘That’s right, Maria, suck my finger…you’re getting hot aren’t you…you’re a real pain slut enjoying that thick hard cock sliding up inside, aren’t you?’

‘P-P-Pleeese! Nuh…nuh…nuh…NAAAH…please…PLEEESE!’

Juan untangled his fingers and cupped the girl’s chin. ‘Lift up now, Maria, straighten your arms and push your bottom out so he can get even deeper. Come on show me those big breasts properly.’ He lifted her chin as she arched her body off the desktop bracing her arms apart so her breasts were able to swing free and unfettered, jiggling and bobbing with each hard thrust of Luis’s cock.

Even without the shallow rapid panting and flushed face the teenager’s arousal was obvious, her nipples were jutting out in rigid spikes from the swollen dark circles capping her breasts. Juan Ramirez ran his tongue across his lips and reached under her body to cradle the hanging globes with well-manicured fingers. 

‘Look at me, Maria…LOOK AT ME!’ He commanded, waiting until her eyes focused on his face then he gripped her nipples and rolled them from side to side between forefingers and thumbs. ‘So tell me…what did the men do to you…apart from fucking you, I mean?’ His grip tightened and his fingers twisted the sensitive tips bringing a shuddering gasp from the tormented girl.

‘Naa-aah…haaah…p-p-p-lease…th-th-th-they h-hit m-me…with a b-b-b-belt,’ she stuttered, caught between the growing pleasure-pain in her nipples and the prickly warmth of the cock sliding in and out of her bottom that was bringing her unwillingly to the edge of cumming once more. Juan laughed and moved his hands until he could cup the full globes, his fingers sliding and caressing the oily flesh to make her gasp and pant harder.

‘Oh, poor Maria…but think how much more it would hurt if they’d used a cane.’ He paused and rolled her nipples, squeezing them between his fingers. ‘We used a cane on Jacinta of course.’ His thumbs vibrated the tips of her breasts as he teased so obscenely. ‘Not her bottom though…we started with her breasts, underneath first and then here, across her nipples.’ His fingers gripped and stroked the firm globes, ‘Just imagine what that must be like, Maria, having your nipples caned…’

‘Oh no-no...oh poor J-J-Jacinta…d-did s-she s-s-scre…AAAAH!’

‘You’re nearly there aren’t you…oh yes, yes she did…very loudly…but there was nothing she could do to stop us as she was strapped over a bar. After the second session she became very eager to tell us everything we wanted.’

‘Oh God…Oh…OH! GO ON! PLEEESE!’

That’s it, Maria…squeeze his cock…go no clench him tightly…make him cum too.’ He watched the girl beginning to arch and buck in time with the increasingly rapid thrusts as the Lieutenant also felt his climax getting near. The Captain gripped her nipples again, deliberately squeezing and twisting to add to the stimulation the girl was feeling. He whispered again, ‘Of course, once she’d talked we switched and caned her cunt…just to check she’d told us the truth’

‘Oh God, no-no you couldn’t do…oh fuck…yes...yes! YES! YES!’

Her words turned into hooting chants of pleasure as the two of them forced over the brink and she jerked and bucked like a mad thing in the throes of her orgasm. The fierce contractions of her anus were too much for the Lieutenant who had been trying g to hold back cumming for as long as possible. He rammed into her with a series of hard, vicious strokes that buried his cock even deeper into her rectum, forcing her thighs against the edge of the desk so she had no way of easing the painful penetration.

Maria gave a series of wailing cries where ‘YES-YES-YES!’ turned into ‘I’m there…I’M THEEEERE!’ then shivered and cried out again as she felt the hot jets of semen squirting deep inside her body. For a moment the Lieutenant held a pose, thighs rammed hard into the teenager’s buttocks, his whole body locked tight in spasm and arched back, and his face turned up to the ceiling as he yelled out his pleasure. Then he slowly relaxed, grinned at his friend and pulled his wet, slippery cock free before walking round to stand beside the chair.

Captain Ramirez let the girl’s breasts go and got up. He twisted his fingers in her hair once more and forced her head round until she was looking at the Lieutenant’s still half erect cock. ‘Now clean it up and say thank you.’ He smiled as she tried to lift away and straighten up. ‘Oh no, no you don’t, after all…you wouldn’t want the same thing to happen to you as happened to poor dear Juanita…would you, Maria?’

There was no resistance this time when he moved her head round. Maria closed her eyes but opened her mouth when wet, slippery helmet touched her lips and the Lieutenant grunted with pleasure as her tongue began to lick and lap round the head and stem of his penis without a murmur of protest. The two men grinned at each other as they watched the eighteen year old’s head bobbing up and down as she worked at her obscene task.

Maria Gonzales thought doing what she was told would save her…but the men knew very soon the teenager would be finding out for herself the agony that a simple cane or the copper electrodes could bring when applied to a girl’s nipples and cunt again and again.

Captain Ramirez watched her for a minute or so then pressed a button hidden under the edge of the desk. By the time the guards knocked on the door the lieutenant was just tucking his shirt in and slipping on his shoes. ‘Get your dress on, Maria…no need to button it up. These men will take you to a cell.’ He held up one finger. ‘No, no don’t say anything…you will be left alone to think about things before we continue the interrogation in a little while and…remember what I said about Jacinta.’ Without giving the terrified girl any chance to do anything other than pick up her sun dress and slip it on the two guards grabbed her by an arm each and hurried her out of the room.

It was two hours before Maria heard footsteps stop outside the door. She spent the time in the dimness of the bare cell whimpering and shivering imagining all the awful things that might happen to her. She was crouched on the bed on all fours because it was too uncomfortable to sit down. The burning, prickling discomfort from the strapping and the throbbing ache in her anus were enough to reminder of how casually ill-treated she’d been in the last few hours and all she could think about was what Captain Ramirez had whispered to her about Jacinta while she was being ass-fucked by the lieutenant in that office room.

While in the cell she had built up this fantasy that the door would open, she would be taken to Captain Ramirez who would smile and then tell her that it had all been a mistake and she was free to go. It’s going to be all right, she thought when the door opened and the guards pulled her to her feet, I’m sure they’ll realize it’s all been just a mistake.

The fantasy collapsed the moment the double doors to the big room at the end of the corridor swung open and she was marched forwards. It was airy and elegant, pale cream walls, high ceilings crossed by polished wooden beams and tall windows covered by green bamboo blinds that made thin bars of sunlight on the polished wooden floor.

The middle of the room was empty apart from two angular shapes covered with dustsheets The dozen or men sitting with their drinks round the edges of the room, chatting and smoking, all looked up. There were cruel smiles of anticipation and eyes hot with lust and sadistic pleasure as every one of them stared intently as the eighteen year old girl in the brief, crumpled sundress was escorted in. Captain Juan Ramirez was sitting at the front of the group of men, his lieutenant at his side.

‘Come here,’ he said quietly. She felt tears trickling down her cheeks as the men watched her reluctantly obey. Juan Ramirez waited until she was standing next to his chair. Flicking a finger sent one of the guards to start the cameras. Just behind her facing the group of men a big 50 inch flat screen TV flickered into life  ‘Well Maria, lets start with Juanita Sanchez…tell me about the meetings and who was there…especially who was there.’ He leaned back and lit a cigarette. ‘Just tell me…everything.’

‘Please…please I don’t know anything about the meetings…I wasn’t allowed to go! Jacinta used another part of the college…all I knew was that if anyone called I had to say she was taking a lecture. She said it was safer if I didn’t know anything…please, you've got to believe me…PLEASE!’

His hand reached out to play with the hem of her sundress. ‘I want to, Maria, I really do…but you need to give me the details…’ The girl shivered not knowing what to do with her hands as she babbled a stream of disjointed information about her friendship with the college lecturer. Finally after nearly five minutes she stopped. ‘All very interesting…but it’s not really what I wanted.’ His finger undid the two bottom buttons of the ten holding her dress closed. ‘Jacinta told us you did help her…took messages to people,’ another button popped open, ‘where did you take those messages hmm?’

‘I-I-I-d-didn’t…s-s-she’s w-w-wrong…I didn’t take any messages...I didn’t do anything!’ She sobbed. ‘Please you must believe me…you must!’

‘Must…I don’t think so…but you’re very hot, Maria…sweating a lot…I wonder why?’ He watched her frantic expression as he undid another three buttons. ‘Worried we’ll find out the truth…all those things you’re not telling us?’ He undid two more buttons leaving the dress held together by a single one at the top. There were furtive fumbling noises and the sounds of heavy breathing around him as the other men caught glimpses of the eighteen year old’s body as the thin material gaped and flapped with every movement. ‘Go on, Maria,’ his hand touched the final button and flicked it undone, I can see how hot you are…perhaps you should slip your dress off.’

‘Oh no NO…please Ju…I mean Captain Ramirez, all these men will see…’

‘…See what, Maria, your breasts? I’m sure they’ll enjoy that…go on, Let them see those nice big titties.’ His fingers eased the edges of her dress off her shoulders and Maria instinctively crossed her arms over her full breasts as the flimsy cotton dress tumbled to the floor. ‘Oh no…no, Maria, not like that…the hands behind your head, please!’

Very slowly and reluctantly Maria obeyed. Just as she put her hands up someone flicked a switch and powerful spotlamps mounted on the ceiling beams dazzled her making the rest of the room seem dim because the lights were focused on the middle of the room where she was standing. Captain Ramirez was right, she was hot…she could feel beads of perspiration breaking out on her brow and across the upper slopes of her breasts as she felt the extra heat from the lights on her skin.

‘Nice, Maria, very nice,’ his finger stroked the firm curves, ‘oh yes, that’s making you all excited again, isn’t it?’ He flicked the erect spikes of her nipples. ‘I think you’re a real pain slut, aren’t you, Maria? Hurting you just makes you cum harder. Let see shall we.’ He snapped his fingers at the two men who’d brought her in a little while ago. ‘Put her over the bar…use a belly pad and strappado.’

Maria screamed in disbelief and terror as one of the men grabbed her arms from behind while the other pulled the dust sheet off the nearer of the two covered shapes on the floor. She bucked and twisted, struggling to get free as she saw the sinister metal framework and dangling straps. Two angled tubes supported a short horizontal bar that was padded with dull red leather. The waist-high bar was only about a foot long but the side tubes splayed out at such an angle that they were almost four feet apart at the base where they were joined on the floor by a flat bracing bar. From the front of the padded bar a narrow board, also padded in red leather jutted out for about a foot. The whole thing looked crude but immensely strong, bolted together at the joints with industrial fastenings and everything painted an ominous matt black.

‘NO…NO…NOOOO! No I won’t no…not…no you can’t…I’ve told you everything! NO, NO PLEASE…PLEASE DON’T DO THIS TO ME!’

The men ignored her wails of protest as they forced her to stand against the padded bar. One of them jerked her arms out in front of her so she had to bend forwards until her abdomen was resting on the narrow board. The other one quickly flipped a wide nylon strap across her lower back, buckled it together then heaved on the free end.

‘NAAAH…too tight…p-p-p-please stop doing that!’ Maria wailed. But the group of men were much more interested in watching the way Maria’s big breasts swung and bounced with every movement…especially she was now bent forward with her body almost parallel with the floor so they swung free with every jiggle and bounce was emphasised.

‘Let her go,’ Captain Ramirez said to the man holding the girl’s wrists. ‘Maria, put your arms behind your back.’ She was slow in obeying and the two guards wrenched her arms round until they could slip a nylon cuff over her wrists. They took their time with the second strap, a nylon webbing band with a Velcro fastening, pressing her elbows together then adjusting the strap to hold them tightly. Held down and with her arms bound tightly the two of them turned to securing her legs.

Maria tried to kick and resist but only managed to make things worse for herself…and easier for them. One of them grabbed her left leg, pulled it out to the side and forced her thigh hard against the angled tube. One thick strap just above mid-thigh was cinched tightly enough to make the flesh bulge out on each side. Then there were two more; the first just above her knee and the second round her ankle.

With one leg pinned tightly against the steel tube it was easy for the two of them to splay her other leg wide apart so they could fasten another three straps to clamp her right leg against the other angled tube in the same way. The height of the bar and the wide splay of her legs meant that Maria’s feet no longer touched the floor. She could arch her back, move her head and twist her feet as she wanted…but none of these thing helped when the straps meant she couldn’t protect her breasts, cunt and the still swollen rim of her anus from the cruel attentions of her tormentors.

Then they used the hook.

She didn’t see the rope lowered from the beam just in front of the frame, or the shiny metal hook on the end of it. But she felt the metal scraping against her wrists when they pushed the hook through the nylon tie holding them cinched together. Then they hoisted her arms up into the air behind her back. Maria screamed when the pull of the rope lifted her upper body twisting her shoulders cruelly against the joints. Seconds later they tied the rope off with the girl posed like a figurehead, her arms almost vertical and her full breasts offered and thrust forwards delightfully. Captain Ramirez pulled his chair close to her flank and reached beneath her body to toy with the dangling bulb of her right breast.

‘Let’s go over your story again shall we, Maria….’

‘No…no…please…I can’t, no…please…I’m still sore from...him.’

Her voice fell to a whisper as she tried to nod her head towards the grinning lieutenant who’d fucked her in the ass less that an hour ago.

‘PLEASE! I won’t let you…I WON”T LET THE….GAAAAARGH!

What you want doesn’t matter very much…now, if you haven’t anything useful to say.’ He reached down beside his chair and held up a pale yellow rod in front of her eyes. ‘Yes, it’s the cane we used on Jacinta…’ He waited for her to look away, ‘exactly!’

The captain moved the cane and flicked it under her body so the tip snapped against her already hard nipples. ‘Last warning, Maria….’

‘Swick-swick!’  ‘Swick-swick!  ‘Swick-swick!’ ‘Swick-swick!’  ‘Swick-swick!’

The teenager twisted and bucked with every cruel deliberate stroke. Captain Ramirez knew she was already sore and sensitive from being fucked and forced to cum so hard. Now she was strapped down, spread and helpless she couldn’t protect her cunt and anus from even more stimulation.

Captain Ramirez used the cane to torment rather than torture, whipping the thin rod against her nipples then scratching his nails across the slippery globes so she rocked and whinnied in useless protest.

‘Swick-swick!’  ‘Swick-swick!  ‘Swick-swick!’ ‘Swick-swick!’  ‘Swick-swick!’

The cane flicked her nipples…another, harder series of stinging double taps that made the eighteen year old jerk and buck violently.

‘N-N-AAAAAAAH…D-D-D-DOOOON’T D-DOO THA-AAA-TT! PLEEESE!’

‘Why not? After all, you’re not telling me anything useful. All I can hear are silly protests…most irritating. Well, here’s chance to think about your answers, the Sergeant needs entertaining. I hope you like dark meat, Sergeant Jonas is particularly well endowed you’ll find.

Maria stared in shock when she saw the naked black man she’d last glimpsed in the hotel room grinning down at her. He was over six feet tall and his circumcised penis, even not fully hard, was easily ten inches long and as thick as her forearm.

‘No-ooo…no please…it’s too big please...please NOOOO!’

He swaggered across to her his penis swinging from side to side then gripped the shaft to hold the pink-purple head with its wide flange against her lips. Sergeant Jonas grinned down at the pinioned teenager. ‘Go on, lick it good and wet, girl. Make it all hard and slippery so it slides right into your cunt.’ He edged closer and her cheeks bulged as the big, domed head filled her mouth and her tongue licked and swirled around the rim. ‘Oh fuck! Oh yes…that’s good girl…go on work it faster…’

He rocked his hips so the big bulb of his glans moved in and out, first stretching her lips wide...then sliding deeper and deeper until it plugged the back of her throat. He kept her throat blocked until she was fighting and threshing for air, enjoying the extra stimulation as her mouth, lips and tongue writhed against the thick black meat that was suffocating her. Drawing back until she could take a breath Jonas waited and watched as the Captain applied the cane to the bound teenager’s nipples again.

‘Swick-swick!’  ‘Swick-swick!  ‘Swick-swick!’ ‘Swick-swick!’  ‘Swick-swick!’

This time, as she opened her mouth wider to scream he thrust forwards again and grunted with pleasure at the ripples of sensation as she screamed and flailed her tongue against the head of his penis. ‘That’s it, Sir, do that to her again!’

‘Swick-swick!’  ‘Swick-swick!  ‘Swick-swick!’ ‘Swick-swick!’  ‘Swick-swick!’

Everyone laughed at the girl’s frantic efforts to deal with the cock stretching her mouth to its limits as well as the stinging flicks of the whippy cane against her sore and very swollen nipples. Sergeant Jonas let her continue her sucking and licking for another minute or so then pulled his now glistening and slippery cock free.

Captain Ramirez put the cane down and reached under the girl to squeeze and tease the sore tips of her breasts with his fingers. Behind her the other guard gripped her bottom cheeks and pulled them apart, digging his fingers into the taut mounds to spread her cunt wide open. ‘There, Maria, can you feel him spreading you open for the Sergeant…you’re nice and wet already.’ The girl suddenly bucked forwards, her mouth jerking open in a wide O of shock. ‘Yes…that’s his cock touching your cunt…you’re lucky he’s going to put it into your vagina this time.’ Another shivering jerk and Maria drew and deep breath as she felt the domed head spreading the opening of her vagina wider and wider…’

‘OH…OOOO…H-H-HUH-HUH…B-Big…too big! OH FUUUUUK! YIIIIIAH!’

‘There you are…inside already…concentrate now…there a lot more to get inside yet.’

‘OH…OH GOD! OH-AAAAAH…WOO…WUH-HOOO…WHOOO!’

The big Sergeant waved the other man away and gripped her hips, digging his fingers into her gleaming skin to steady himself as he increased the rhythm of his thrusts as he fucked the girl harder and harder. Maria’s cunt was so wet and slippery from her earlier orgasms that very soon she was taking the full length of his giant cock. With each long stroke the bulbous head rubbed and teased the spongy patch on the inner front wall of the teenager’s vagina…and each fresh stimulation of her G-spot brought more hooting cries of pleasure as she reached the brink of another orgasm.

‘Oh yes that’s GOOOOD!’ He shouted as he felt her muscles clenching and spasming round the thickness of his cock shaft, milking him relentlessly as he rammed into her cunt faster and faster.

Juan Ramirez smiled and applied the cane to her nipples just a little harder.

‘No…no please…they’re so sore…please…please…no! AAAAARRGH!’

‘It’s no use shaking your breasts like that,’ the Captain chuckled. She twisted and rocked so hard that her breasts slapped together making a clapping sound that brought smiles and more obscene comments from the watching men. Well aware she was one the edge of her orgasm, Juan Ramirez wasted no time but kept the cane nipping and flicking against at her swollen and abused teats.

‘SWICK-SWICK!’  ‘SWICK-SWICK!  ‘SWICK-SWICK!’ ‘SWICK-SWICK!’  ‘SWICK-SWICK!’

‘NAAAAAAH!’

Now the eighteen year old was being driven to the brink of hysteria. Her vagina was filled with a thick black cock that was making her shiver and tremble with pleasure as it reamed her cunt so wonderfully. But every move she made, and every jolting thrust of Jonas’s penis into her body, also brought growing agony to her hard, swollen nipples as the Captain used the cane with cruel skill.

Captain Juan Ramirez concentrated on his aim while watching the wonderful show that Maria was putting on for them. She was still arching her upper body back in response to Jonas’s skillful fucking; still wailing and hooting as the pleasure built up. Listening to her cries another slow smile crossed his face – now the growing heat and pain in her nipples was beginning to spur her on, adding to the sexual stimulation she was being forced to endure.

He used his free hand to stroke her tear-stained cheek. ‘That’s it, Maria, isn’t it…just a little more help and you’ll cum for us won’t you?’ The girl shuddered and wailed, her breath now a series of panting gasps as she rode that huge black cock to the edge of orgasm. ‘That’s right, tell all the men about it…let them hear you cumming, Maria, go on…’

‘Huh-huh-huuh…oh God…oh God…HUH…HUUUH…FUUUUUCK! HARDER! DO IT FASTER….FAAAAASTER!’

‘Swick-swick!’  ‘Swick-swick!  ‘Swick-swick!’ ‘Swick-swick!’  ‘Swick-swick!’

‘NO-NO…HOOO…OH GOD...OH FUCK…DON’T…H-H-H-HURTS! WHOO! WHOO! P-PLEEESE!’ Suddenly she started to buck and shake wildly, her whole body vibrating and shuddering. ‘GAAAAH…OH YES…OH YES-YES-YES! YEEES! I’m there…I’m there…YES…PLEASE I’MMMM THEEEERE!’

She pleaded and hooted her head strained back so far that the cord holding her hair went slack and droplets of sweat trickled down the dangling cones of her breasts before being flicked off onto the wooden floor. Behind her the Sergeant gritted his teeth, his hips driving faster and faster as he felt the burning pleasure of his own release building up and up and the girl’s cries and whoops of ecstasy only serving to spur him on.

‘FUCK! FUUUUCK! YEEEEEES! OH YES…TAKE THAT YOU LITTLE COW!

Sergeant Jonas arched over Maria’s hips his thick cock jerking and twitching deep inside the teenager’s vagina as he too reached his climax. He waited a moment then pulled the glistening black rod from her cunt then slowly milked the shaft to squeeze thick ropes of semen across her bottom cheeks. Sergeant Jonas stretched, scratched his groin, strolled across to the chair where he folded his clothes and began to dress.

Captain Ramirez stood in front of Maria Gonzales who was still gasping and panting with exhaustion from being fucked so hard and forced to cum yet again. He reached down and wiped the sticky film of cum and saliva away from her lips. ‘Look at me, Maria! You’ve had your chance to think about things.’ He stroked the cane very gently across her lips, ‘it looks like you need a bit more encouragement…or have you got something new to tell me?’

‘NAAAAAAH! No-no-no…please not the cane…please…PLEEEEESE! I told you I don’t know anything…I don’t, really I don’t! You must believe me…PLEEESE!’

He ignored her gabbled protests and the way she twisted and strained her head round to see the thing the guard was holding. ‘But we need to be sure, Maria…and so this comes next…the men call it the tongue,’ he laughed at her expression of horror as the big black Sergeant reappeared and showed her the two foot long pierced leather blade with its handle bound with silver wire. It was shaped like an elongated leaf and when he swung it the blade hissed through the air making the tip flex and curl with each stroke.

‘Give her a dozen…and get the tip across her cunt lips. Gentlemen, if you watch the screen you’ll see the new cameras will give you every detail from behind while you enjoy our young friends facial expressions as she learns about this little toy firsthand.’

‘NO! NO…PLEASE…I’VE BEEN GOOD! DON’T, PLEASE DON”T NOOOO!’

There was a sudden shuffling movement among the men trying to get the best view as the Sergeant tapped the tan blade against the taut, out-thrust mounds of the bound teenagers buttocks. Juan Ramirez moved his chair round so he was sitting close to Maria’s head. The big sergeant was an expert and the captain always found it was much more stimulating to watch and listen to a girl’s cries and expressions so as to ensure that she was reaching the peak of agony as each new torture was applied slowly and carefully to her cunt, anus or breasts.

‘Splack!’…‘Splack!’…‘Splack!’…’Splack!’…’Splack!’

‘N-N-NA-AAAAAGH! NAAAAAAH! PLEEEESE! YAAAARGH!’

The first stroke made Maria grunt and then gasp as the flexible leather strop pasted itself across her bottom cheeks laying a broad line of burning pain across he already sore and tender skin. The second stroke was cut in shorter so the leather tip flicked round to sear across the wet, swollen lips of her cunt. That was when she discovered the extra cruel torture that the slit added to each stroke as the split end stung her most tender flesh like a hornet. Sergeant Jonas grinned and placed the next two strokes on either side of that one to lace the whole of her exposed cunt slit with agony.

Still grinning he calmly waited for her wild convulsions to calm a little then moved round to her other side so he could bring the blade swatting against the other edge of her cunt. Five strokes given he paused again and waited for the tiny nod from the Captain.

On the TV screen Maria’s spread buttocks and the open folds of her cunt were being shown in pin sharp closeup. Each impact of the leather blade was crystal clear, the split tip flicking against the inner folds hard enough to create a fine spray of cum and cunt juices while the watching men could see the anguished response to the stroke as the teenager bucked and reared and squealed in agony just in front of them.

Captain Ramirez murmured softly. ‘Shhh, no, Maria, no it’s not going to stop…here, let me wipe those tears away. I told you to tell me things but you disobeyed so now it’s time for your punishment. There’s another seven to come still so you’re not even halfway yet.’ His hand stroked her cheek. ‘Ready?’ He didn’t give her any time to answer and the next stroke whipped across her red and sore bottom before she could even draw breath.

‘YAAAAAAAAARRGH!’

‘Ah…that’s it…that's the place…see if you can make her scream like that again.’ He nodded at the sergeant as the following stroke brought another high-pitched wavering scream of pain and distress from the writhing girl. The slow, steady torture continued with the guard moving from side to side to ensure that the wicked slit end of the blade curled and snapped against every fold and crease of the teenager’s cunt lips. The last two strokes of the twelve nipped the tip of her clitoris as well and Maria rocked and squealed in agony as the pain blazed through her cunt.

The Captain cupped his hand under her chin and stared into her tear-filled eyes while smiling gently and stroking her face with his other hand. ‘There, that’s twelve to start with, Maria…now think carefully…what else have you got to tell me about all this business with Jacinta and her friends…mmmm?

She whimpered, her chest heaving as she breathed in rapid, shallow pants as she tried to ride the hot, blazing agony in her bottom. Her cunt was so sore and sensitive that she jerked and twitched continually, her feet twisting and curling in the air as she strained quite uselessly to free herself from the straps that held her legs splayed so wide apart. He let her chin go as she babbled names and addresses, desperate that the man next her would understand and stop the agony.

Captain Ramirez pretended to listen, well aware that the girl knew nothing of use. That wasn’t going to stop this torture session. There were important men in the watching group, men who like the Captain himself who’s real pleasure was in watching the slow, cruel torture of a young women. Besides, there was another very profitable market in the privately circulated DVD’s of each interrogation session and Captain Ramirez was not going to pass up an opportunity to add to the collection…and his bank balance.

He nodded and smiled as she gabbled on then reached under her body so he could cup and caress both full breasts, his fingers sliding across skin that was oily and slippery with her sweat until forefinger and thumb found her nipples, now taut and swollen like taut berries from the flicking effects of the cane. She jerked back with a single gasp of pain as he rolled the erect tips from side to side.

‘Oh dear you’re still not helping are you, Maria… Sergeant, I think she needs another dozen.’

‘NO, JUAN, NO…NO PLEASE YOU CAN’T!’

‘SPLACKK!’

‘NAAA-YAAAAAARGH!’

‘Oh poor Maria…right across your clit again…but you’ve got to learn; you don’t tell me what to do…and remember its Captain Ramirez to you…understand?’

‘YUH-YUH-P-P-P-PLEASE…tell him to stop, Captain…PLEEEESE!’

‘SPLACKK!’   ‘SPLACKK!’   ‘SPLACKK!’   ‘SPLACKK!’   ‘SPLACKK!’

‘NAAAAAAAGH! HUH-HUH-HAAAAH! NAAAA-AAAAARGH! STOP! STOP…STOP DOING THAT! PLEEEESE!’

‘You’re right all the girls find the second time always hurts so much more…’ The girl’s head slumped down so she was staring at the floor, thin strings of saliva dribbling from her parted lips as she hung from her upstretched arms, her chest heaving with her shuddering, panting breaths. Captain Ramirez traced a trickle of sweat down the curve of her left breast…then brought another little jerk of pain from her when he flicked droplets off the swollen tip with his forefinger. ‘But that’s only half remember, the sergeant was only changing sides to give your other cheek the same close attention.’

Maria’s eyes went wide with shock as she realized what the Captain had said. Her mouth opened but before she could say anything in reply Sergeant Jonas swung the leather blade down and across with vicious speed…from the other side.

‘SPLACKK!’

‘Y-Y-Y-YAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! NOOOOOOOOOO!’

Captain Ramirez crooked a finger at the grinning guard. ‘Get the trolley ready…I think it’s time the young lady experienced some more modern methods of persuasion.’ He settled back in his chair and lit another cigarette while in front of him the bound figure of the teenager bucked and screamed as each heavy ‘thwack’ of the leather tongue brought fresh burning agony to the glowing out-thrust curves of her ass and the wet, swollen folds of her cunt.

A few minutes and the last of the second dozen strokes later Maria hung from the ceiling rope, slumped forwards, head dangling and her black hair pasted to her forehead and cheeks in wet, tangled strands. Her flanks heaved with her efforts to get enough air, each breath rasping in a throat sore and strained from screaming. With each shivering breath her breasts bobbed and swung underneath her body their dark brown nipples now swollen and jutting out even more obviously.

Her legs were still strapped wide apart but the muscles of her upper thighs and buttocks twitched and jerked with the after effects of the punishment strapping. The flesh of her bottom and upper thighs had been polished to a dull red sheen of pain by the leather blade. Between her thighs her outer labia the inner folds of her cunt and the taut bead of her clitoris were also wet and swollen from the hot, cruel kiss of the blade’s split tip.

Maria didn’t notice the clatter of the metal trolley being wheeled next to the frame, all that mattered to her was that the pain of the beating had stopped and she could try and get a little of her strength back. The guard uncoiled a black cable and plugged it into a wall socket. He flicked the switch and a small red light glowed on the transformer on the bottom shelf of the trolley.

Captain Ramirez lifted her head again and smiled gently. ‘Still the same old song isn’t it, Maria…’please stop it!’ or ‘I didn’t do anything!’ or ‘you MUST believe me!’ But we need to check…you understand that I’m sure…so we’re going to start with your nipples.’ He let her head go when she tried to jerk away as the guard knelt and gripped her right breast and positioned the open jaws of the crocodile clip carefully so they were along the length of the hard jutting peak. Maria Gonzales craned her head down until she was staring her own breasts

‘NO-NOOO! PLEASE DON’T NOOO!’

The captain deliberately leaned forwards to kiss the lobe of her ear. ‘Oh yes, but save your breath, Maria…you’ll need it all in a moment.’ The guard let the jaws snap shut…then grinned back at the teenager and deliberately squeezed them together so tiny beads of blood showed down each side where the sharp triangular teeth had bitten in to her nipple.

‘GAAAAAAARGGH!’

He didn’t wait for her to stop screaming but grabbed her left breast and attached the other clip. Like the captain, he knew that the pain of putting the clips on was nothing compared to the agony the girl would be feeling in a few moments when he turned the current on.

Captain Ramirez tugged the wires, pulling both of her breasts down into plump cones before letting go so they bounced and jiggled…and the little silver clips gripping her nipples so cruelly glinted and glittered under the powerful lights.

‘We’ll start with a little tickle at level two…no, make that three…just so you know what to expect later, all right with you, Maria?’ He studied the bound figure for a moment. ‘Sergeant, I think my colleagues would like to see her moving a bit more. Let’s have her arms down and at the side.’ Maria screamed and gasped as the guards hurried to undo the rope and her upstretched arms were freed from the awful strain of the strappado.

She had a few moments to rub her wrists and flex her shoulders and fingers when they cut the ties holding her arms together. But the relief was short lived. Soft cuffs were strapped round each wrist then her arms were pulled down her sides and the cuffs clipped onto rings set into the broad strap that pinned her lower back to the narrow board. Now there was nothing to stop her upper body moving up and down and even though her arms were not stretched or twisted at all it was quite impossible for her fingers to touch or protect the soft, sensitive places of her cunt…or shake off the metal clips biting into the tips of her breasts.

For half a minute or so she wriggled and scrabbled, her back arching as she tried to protect herself. Then she saw what the guard was holding.

‘N-N-N-NO…NO!’

She stared in horror at the little black box in the guard’s hand as he adjusted the dial of the controller. She shook her head wildly in useless denial. He nodded back at her with a sadistic grin, paused, and then pressed his thumb on the silver button below the dial.

‘GAAAAAAAAARRRGH!’

The Captain smiled happily as the girl reared back, her body arching in a vibrating curve of pain, her breasts thrust forwards so the silver clips on her nipples danced and jiggled with her frenzy as the current seared through them. She endured ten seconds of agony then the guard lifted his thumb and the teenager flopped down against the straps holding her, her mouth open as she panted and dribbled helplessly.

The captain held out his left forefinger then dipped it down in an unmistakable gesture. The guard’s thumb touched the button and the eighteen year old arched up again, teeth clenched and her faced distorted with agony. Ten more seconds then the guard’s thumb lifted again and Maria flopped forwards once more. She lifted her tears-stained face towards the smiling sadist orchestrating her pain…

‘P-P-Pleeeeese…stop him…please…no mo…YEEEEEEGH!’

She didn’t even have a chance to finish when Juan Ramirez’s finger dipped down once more…and the current seared her nipples for the third time. By the time the button had been pressed for the tenth time Maria Gonzales was just hanging over the bar, her body wet and gleaming with sweat and her flanks and chest heaving wildly as she tried to recover. She looked as though she’d just run a marathon with slack lips and glazed eyes. There was a trickle of blood from her lips where she’d bitten her lip and scratches on her thighs where she’d had clawed at her own skin in her agony.

‘Poor, poor, Maria, nothing to tell me and no way of stopping the awful things we’re doing to you, such a pity…for you. But we’ll be kind…for a little minute…no more on the nipples for now.’ He caressed her cheek and wiped the tears away. ‘Time for you the cum for us again, Maria…see if you can do that train impression again…you know where you go whoo…whoo!’

He chuckled at his obscene joke and leaned across to pick something off the top of the trolley. The pink and white electric toothbrush looked totally out of place. He pressed a button and it buzzed like an angry hornet. Maria gasped and jerked her head away as he touched the bristles to her lips. He laughed, switched it off and handed it to the big black sergeant. ‘It’s no use doing that Maria, Jonas will make you cum in less than five minutes once he starts stroking your clit with that brush.’

Maria didn’t say anything but clenched her eyes shut and started to take long, deep breaths. The watching men all looked across at the big screen and the closeup of her cunt. After all that had been done to her the swollen, parted lips were wet and glistening with a mixture of semen and her own juices. The camera was focused on the fleshy vee at the top of her slit and the taut protruding pearl of the teenager’s clitoris.

‘Oh…AAAAAH! HAH…HA-AAH! No please…p-p-p-please don’t t-t-touch me there…NO! HUH-HA-AAAH!’

There were more chuckles and smiles…and more furtive adjustments of trousers suddenly tented tight with fierce erections…as the watchers looked between the big screen and the girl strapped over the bar. The big sergeant crouched so he was looking directly at wide vee of the girl’s outspread thighs then reached forwards and gently spread her cunt lips even further apart with the forefinger and thumb of his left hand. He waited for the brief nod from the captain then stroked the buzzing head along the slippery inner folds.

The teenager bucked violently, arching back almost as though she’d been given another electric shock. There was a soft ‘THAP’ sound as her big breasts slapped together as she reared up and down…her fingers working and clenching…straining back uselessly to try and reach the exposed core of her body.

‘WAAAAAAH HOOOO! NUH-NUH-NOOOOOOO!’

‘That’s it, Maria…show us how much you like it…let’s hear that train coming….’ He reached under her body and twisted the clips still attached to her nipples just as the sergeant began to use the vibrating bristles against the stem of her clitoris. Within a few moments she was bucking and heaving like a mad thing, her thighs and buttocks shivering and shaking as she tried to do everything she could to avoid the awful over-stimulation of her cunt. But the straps were too well placed and too tight to allow her any reprieve as the cruel and expert sergeant stroked and nuzzled the buzzing brush head across her clitoris and against the tender inner lips of her cunt.

Just as Captain Ramirez had told her, within five minutes of that first touch, Maria Gonzales was on the brink of being forced to cum yet again. He and the watching men all burst out laughing as the girl’s protests changed and she began to hoot and chant as she rode towards another hard orgasm.

‘OH GOD! OH GOD! Oh-OH-OHHH FUUUCK! WOOO-HUH-HUH-WUH-HOOO!

I-I-I’M C-C-CUMMING! I’M CUMMING! I’M CUUUUUUMING!’

‘Oh yes, yes you are, Maria…go on ride the brush now…That’s right…you’re there aren’t you…’ As her urged her on his fingers gripped and squeezed the clips adding another sharp spear of pain to the girl’s arousal. Suddenly, the spasms doubled in speed and the teenager’s head stretched back, her face taut and her eyes staring wide as the tormenting bristles tipped her over the edge. Her breasts slapped together making a sound like wet clapping as she hooted and whooped in her frenzy.

‘WOOOO! WOOOOO! WUH-HOOOO…WAAAAAAAAH T-T-THERE! OH GOD! I’M THERE…I’M THERE…I’M THEEERE…EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!

The sergeant lifted the brush away from her clit and Captain Ramirez smiled and cupped the girl’s chin ‘Very good…but I know you can cum some more for me, can’t you? The Sergeant grinned and stretched her cunt lips wide apart again. ‘Work round the stem and under the hood this time…she’ll let us know when you find the best place…’

‘NO-NO-NO I CAN’T...OH HAAAAAH! WOOOO…WHOOOO! P-P-PLEEESE!’

‘Of course you can.’

It was only seconds before Maria was whooping and chanting again, her hips bucking and jerking and breasts bouncing and slapping as the brush nuzzled and nibbled the flesh her now ultra-sensitive clit. The sergeant listened, using her increasingly wild and desperate noises to guide him, working the bristles beside her clitoris against the stem and under the little fold of the hood.

‘WOOOOO! WOOOOO! W-WEEEEEEEE!’

‘That’s it, that's just the place…peel her open a bit more so the brush can get right against the stem,’ the captain said, looking across to watch the Sergeant’s hands moving the tip of the brush on the big TV screen.

‘NO, NO, NO MORE…I CAN’T HAAH! HUH…HUH…WEEEEE! W-W-WOOOO! WOOO! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH! T-T-THERE I’M THERE! PLEEESE!’

‘Of course you are, Maria…’ He let her head drop and the girl slumped down barely conscious. Once more her chest was heaving and her body quivered and trembled with the aftereffects of being forced to cum twice so quickly. He watched her for a few moments then Captain Ramirez stretched and stood up. ‘Take the clips off…and change the connections…the bulb and the probe to start with.’ Turning to the other men who had been avidly watching the girl’s torture he gestured to the side of the room.

‘May I suggest we take a brief break, relax and let young Mandy get her breath back, gentlemen.’ They all followed him to a side table where drinks and glasses were set out. Someone asked a question. Juan Ramirez smiled again and shook his head. ‘I know she hasn’t got anything new or important to tell us but it’s always wise to check.’ This time his smile was pure sadism, ‘and practice is always useful. Of course, making her cum like not just entertaining but helps the next stage of her interrogation. It means her anus and cunt, especially her clitoris,’ he paused and waited for the ripple of amusement to die down, ‘are doubly sensitive…and that’s where we’ll use the electrodes in a minute or two.’

Five minutes later Captain Ramirez walked back to the torture frame and gently stroked the damps strands if hair from Maria Gonzales’ face. The teenager looked into his eyes and tried to twist her head away as she saw the hot, cruel excitement in his expression. ‘Oh yes…it’s time,’ a finger traced the curve of her left breast and she shuddered when the tip touched the swollen stub of her nipple. ‘No, no, not here this time…no this time we’re going to play with your cunt.’ He flicked his fingers and the guard handing him two wires with the new electrodes he’d asked for attached.

The captain felt his penis hardening like an iron bar as he watched the eighteen year old’s shivering and horrified reaction as she saw the attachment at the ends of the two wires. One was just a short handle with the wire attached to the base, then a nine-inch slim curved rod less than the thickness of a pencil. Both handle and rod were sheathed in black rubber, except for the end of the rod where the last half an inch of insulation had been removed to leave the copper core’s carefully rounded end exposed. The other electrode was a copper bulb shaped like the oversized head of a man’s penis that tapered to a short stem with a wide rubber flange protecting a black insulated handle.

He pressed the polished copper bulb against the girl’s lips, spreading them apart so she was forced to take it into her mouth. ‘That’s it…good, very good…make it nice and wet so it slides in easily.’ He twisted it from side to side, pushing it deeper until she jerked and gagged as it touched the back of her throat. ‘No, don’t do that, Maria…just suck it like a good little girl.’ He ignored the wet gobbling sounds as she tried to say something while he slowly fucked her face with the domed electrode. Finally he pulled it free, coated in saliva and gleaming with wetness under the hot lights and moved round to the side of the frame.

‘Oh God! Please…please don’t hurt me, please! I’ve told you everything…PLEASE I CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE!’

‘Of course, Maria, I know it’s hard for you…but these men want to see what we do to young ladies to make them co-operate. Besides, you can take lots more yet.’ The girl gasped and jerked violently and on the big screen the watchers saw the copper bulb stretching the opening of her vagina wider and wider as Captain Ramirez carefully pushed and twisted it up into her body.

‘Whoo…hah…oh…o-oh-huuuh…b-b-big…please…t-t-too BIG…YAAAAAH!!’

Maria’s eyes bulged wide and she panted, blowing through her mouth as she felt the thick bulb sliding inside, then jerked and gasped as her muscles clenched on the narrow stem to pull and hold the copper electrode up inside her vagina. The closeup on the TV showed how the flange on the handle was gripped tight against her outer cunt lips. A thin black wire trailed down from the brass terminal in the base of the obscene device onto the floor then coiled across to the control box on the trolley.

Captain Ramirez waited for a few moments then turned back and held the other electrode so the girl could see it. ‘Maria…Maria…look at me! This comes next but if there’s anything else you want to tell me first…’ He smiled as she stared at the curved probe with the exposed copper tip, the red wire coiling down and then up to the terminal on the control box. ‘Let’s see how you like a little sparkle on the lips to start with.’ He turned to the guard with the controller, ‘level three,’ he said quietly. He moved round until he was behind the pinioned teenager, nodded to the guard and waited until he had pressed the button on the controller.

The watchers stared at the screen as Juan Ramirez brought the probe’s bare copper tip closer and closer to the rim of the teenager’s cunt slit. For a few moments the only sound in the big room was the girl’s rapid panting. Then there was a vicious little ‘zzzt’ sound and an intense blue-white spark arced between the copper tip and the rim of her cunt lip. Immediately he lifted the probe away.

‘G-G-G-GAAAAH!’

Captain Ramirez smiled and delicately brought the tip close to the other lip of her cunt. The ‘zzzzztt’ was longer this time as he held the copper tip a few millimetres away from the girl’s cunt flesh, moving it along so the spark touched different points along the wet rim. Each vicious little discharge made the girl arch up, her hips ramming into the bar as she tried to avoid the series of fizzing shocks to her engorged labia.

‘OH-OH-WAAAH! GAAAARGH! HUH…HAAAH…NAAAAH!’

Suddenly he stopped, walked round to the trolley and put down the probe so he could put a rubber glove on his left hand. He picked up the probe again and resumed his position behind the girl’s up-thrust and splayed buttocks. ‘Now you’re warmed up, lets see how you like the sparkler on your clit.’ Using his gloved hand he parted her outer labia so the inner folds of her cunt and her clitoris were exposed. Now the shocks were more intense as he made the spark jump onto those delicate, moist inner folds working delicately along one side then the other. 

All the watchers leaned forwards, their eyes flicking between the images of the vicious little spark snapping and fizzing against the glistening pink folds and the girl’s agonized responses as each shock tortured her cunt. Everyone knew the spot the Captain was keeping till last, the paler domed pearl of the teenager’s clitoris. Captain Ramirez was enjoying himself…with each new spark the girl’s cries, and the mad flexing of her thigh muscles got stronger and stronger. Just like the watching men the teenager knew exactly where he was going to use the probe eventually.

Finally he paused, adjusted his gloved fingers to stretch her cunt lips even wider apart…and brought the copper tip towards the exposed bead of flesh.

‘ZZZZZZZT!’

‘GAAAAAAAAAARRRGH!’

‘Oh yes, yes…that’s the special place, isn’t it, Maria?’ He waited until her screams had dissolved into a frantic panting then brought the copper tip within millimetres of her clit once again

‘ZZZZZZT!’

After five minutes he straightened up and nodded to the guard to take his finger off the control button. Just as he’d done before he moved round and stroked the matted hair away from the girl’s tear-streaked and sweat-stained face. ‘Now it begins properly, Maria, as you give us the pleasure of watching and listening to your responses as you ride the copper rod.’

‘Oh God…oh please…why are you doing this to me…I don’t know anything…PLEEESE! PLEEESE DON’T!’

‘So foolish…all this fuss when there’s nothing you can do.’ He brushed her lips then stroked the curve of her buttock as he traced the tip of the probe down into the cleft until the tip touched the swollen rosette of the girl’s anus. ‘Time to enjoy my little persuader up inside here now, Maria…Oh no…no clenching won’t help at all.’ He laughed and gently pushed the copper tip a little way inside her anal ring. ‘See, you’re so wet and slippery that I can just slide it all the way up inside.’ His wrist twisted and the girl gasped as she felt the rounded head moving and pressing inside her rectum. She shuddered with relief as she felt the rod slide out. ‘Ready for me, Maria?’

The rod slid into her anus again and Juan Ramirez nodded to the guard. Maria saw him press the button but before she could speak the shock made her body rear back, her hands clawing uselessly at the sides of her buttocks and her muscles taut and shivering with effect of the current searing through the little opening. Her wild screams rose and fell as Juan Ramirez used his expertise to move the probe gently inside the teenager’s rectum, stroking the inner walls with the rounded tip to find the places where the agony was most exquisite and her screams most intense.

The guard lifted his thumb and the girl collapsed, chest heaving and wet strands of black hair sweeping the floor as she tried to recover. Juan Ramirez looked across and nodded. The transformer buzzed and Maria reared up again as the copper tip stroked more agony in her anus. He gave her five more surging bursts of current before sliding the tip from the swollen and pouting rosette. He put the probe down on the trolley and held up four fingers. The guard moved the pointer round the dial of the controller then waited.

The young captain leaned over the gasping figure. ‘Time to begin again, Maria…but let me move this one first.’ Even as he spoke he had gripped the handle of the copper bulb protruding from her vagina. He twisted the handle and pulled. Maria jerked up, her head shaking.

‘Oh….oh…aaaah….p-p-p-pleeese…h-h-hurting…GAAAH!’ The final cry was one of relief as the bulb slid free. That was flowed immediately by another series of frantic pleas as he pressed the slippery copper helmet against the sore and swollen mouth of her anus.

‘NAAAH! NO-NO-NO-NOT THERE…S-SORE! NAAAAARGH! IT WON’T GO…NO, NO IT WON….YEEEEEARGH!’

‘Of course it will…just relax and let it stretch you wider…think of what you did with the lieutenant a little while ago…it’s only a bit bigger…’ He grinned at the watching men as on screen they all saw the taut opening stretching wider and wider as the copper glans was twisted and pushed deeper into her rectum. There was a final squeal of anguish from the girl, and comments and laughter from the men as they saw her anal ring suddenly clench tight round the stalk as the bulb was drawn inside her body. Captain Ramirez wiped his fingers on a small towel and picked up the curved probe again.

‘Deep breath, Maria…lets really hear you telling us all about it.’ A nod and the button was pressed once more and Captain Juan Ramirez touched the rounded copper tip to the teenager’s exposed clitoris then carefully traced it down against the stem. There was another tendon straining convulsion as Maria’s body curled back in a quivering arch as the current was applied to the most sensitive place on her body. There was a little pause…then the big room echoed to her demented screams

‘EEEEEAAAARGH! NAAAAAAAAH! YEEEEEEEECH!’

‘That’s a good girl.’ He lifted the tip away….’and again, let’s see how you like it under the hood this time.’ The copper tip nuzzled against the stem and under the fleshy hood. The screams reached a new pitch of intensity then cut off as the guard lifted his thumb and the girl collapsed back to hang drooling and whimpering over the bar. ‘Oh yes, that’s even better…now the other side of the stem…a good thing you’ve got a nice big clit to work with isn’t it, Maria.’

She was still mumbling and whimpering when the current seared the stem of clitoris again and she reared back in another arch of agony. The captain moved the tip of the probe like a surgeon performing a delicate operation. Each time the button was pressed he stroked the copper electrode over and round the girl’s swollen clit…each time returning to the places where her screams were loudest and her convulsions became just a little more frantic.

Finally, it was too much and Maria slumped forwards over the bar breathing but almost unconscious. ‘No stamina these girls,’ the captain commented to the watching men. ‘I think that’s all she can take for the moment but if any of you feel the need for a little private relief…’ He waved one hand towards the teenager’s body, ‘I’m sure that Maria will be able to accommodate you,’ he chuckled, ‘at the front or back.’ He moved towards the double doors. ‘Sergeant Jonas will be able to deal with any problems…all we ask is that you don’t mark her too much…we don’t want any awkward questions afterwards.’

The men were gathered round the frame by the time he had reached the doors. He was just about to close them behind him when he heard a despairing ‘NOOOOOOO!’ from the figure bent over the bar as she felt their hands groping her breasts and cunt. He smiled happily, Maria Gonzales was going to have to endure more painful and vigorous fucking in the next half an hour or so. But Maria Gonzales was not the one whom Juan Ramirez was thinking about. His thoughts were all about a tanned blonde American girl. If his arrangements with her stepfather worked as planned Karan Roberts would be occupying a torture frame in the room behind him in just a few days time.

He would have her straddling the sitting frame rather than the bar, he thought. It was more stimulating to watch a young girl’s reactions directly as she experienced each new torture…and besides, he wanted Karen to be able to look down at her cunt when he attached the electrodes. He smiled, he had promised her stepfather a recording of the girl’s interrogation session…and professional pride meant that she was going to have to endure a very great deal of agony to provide the best possible show for the DVD.

*****

Days after Jacinta Sanchez and Maria Gonzales  were arrested the usual morning row was well under way in the kitchen of an apartment near the US Embassy.

‘Your behaviour’s a disgrace and you’re making my position intolerable...’ Bob Roberts, Business Attaché at the US Embassy and Karen’s step-father, turned a deeper shade of puce as he worked himself into a frenzy of indignation. ‘God knows I’ve tried telling you enough times and you still go off flaunting yourself at every available male with money’ He patted the beads of sweat from his forehead, jowls wobbling as he glared, pop-eyed, across the expanse of polished dining table at eighteen year old Karen.

She stared back insolently, full lips pouting in a sneer of distain. Taking a sip of coffee she tossed her head so her blonde hair swirled gently. ‘No you don’t know...because you’re not my father! Just because you dragged us off to the asshole of a country doesn’t give you the right to run my life for me... Besides I’ve see you looking at my tits…you’re just a dirty old man.’ She didn’t stop there. ‘I bet that your job’s only a cover anyway…that what my friends in town say. They reckon that you’re busy sucking up to those thugs in the Junta for the fucking CIA or something!’

Even her clothes seemed purposely chosen to add to her step-father’s fury. The white, open-necked blouse was just a size too small, the taut cotton emphasising the fullness of her breasts, the material sheer enough to show her lacy bra underneath and let her nipples tent the thin fabric. He had already commented for the third time that week in increasingly acid terms on the shortness of her skirts and dresses and the total unsuitability of wearing high-heeled shoes for going out with friends. Luckily for his blood pressure he was not aware of the brevity of her white thong panties.

Karen Roberts enjoyed tormenting and humiliating her stepfather too much to understand just how dangerous a game she was playing. As far as she was concerned, baiting Bob was simply a good way to relieve her feelings at the start each day. She only had to push her tits out and hike her skirt up another inch and he became so wonderfully angry it made her laugh out loud.

Her big mistake, although she was too wrapped up in her own spiteful pleasures to notice, was that this morning, for the first time she had openly referred to his job. More importantly she had failed to notice his sudden stillness and complete change in tone as he responded to her last comments about talking to her friends in town about him. She also missed the hot, eager cruelty in his eyes as he looked at her body. To her surprise, instead of screaming and yelling like he usually did, her stepfather went very quiet, his lips tightened into a thin line, his head nodding in seeming agreement with her words.

‘Karen, my work is import and strictly confidential. You of all people should know enough about the way things are here to realise how dangerous such unguarded comments can be.’ His tone hardened but his voice remained quiet. ‘Remember, you will do and say nothing, and I mean nothing…about my job or it will be very much the worse for you. Get into trouble, like that demonstration the other week, and I may not be able to help you again.’ He poured himself a coffee, deliberately lounging back in the chair to match her offhand attitude. ‘That’s your last warning. Go on, get out…and I want you back here by eight at the latest!’ Karen stamped out, heels clicking on the polished tiles and the door slammed behind her.

Bob Roberts slumped back and closed his eyes once she’d left. He wondered if he had time to watch the DVD again? The one that Captain Ramirez had sent him the other day He could feel his cock stiffening as he thought about the surveillance recording…even thinking about it made him hard. He’d masturbated each time while watching it over and over again since the Captain had unobtrusively slipped it at one of their clandestine meetings with a smile and a comment about ‘I’m sure you’ll enjoy watching your step daughter in action.’

He knew the man of course. Chuck fucking Johnson, a thirty years old so-called machine tool salesman who was obviously being watched by local military security. He looked like a porn star with his white smile, tan and gym-pumped muscles. Bob had even introduced him to Karen at that party the other week! She must have known, MUST have known, there were cameras in the room as she displayed herself naked. Chuck was standing there too, buck naked as well with legs astride and hands on hips, his big cock already hard…looking down at her with that fucking plastic grin as she knelt to cup his balls then slowly bring her lips down.

Her wet lips parting to let the smooth purple head slide inside her mouth. He could see every detail, the wiry black hairs and that first sudden tension in his muscles as he gasped with pleasure at the sensation of her lips and tongue working round the head and down the stem. He’d watched every minute of the slow, sliding rhythm as she sucked his thick, hard cock. He noticed how the man’s hands moved to grip her hair, guiding her movements while she licked and sucked him to rigid hardness and the heat and desire built up.

Ramirez’s people must have edited it, he thought because the next shot was a few minutes later. In that short time things had changed. Karen, those firm, pink-tipped breasts swinging and bobbing, crouched on all fours on the bed, Chuck Johnson behind her, bent over and slowly pushing that long, wet cock into her cunt and then easing it out again. Keeping up a steady, even stroke as Karen moved under him, dipping her back and pressing her face into the mattress to lift her hips so he could go deeper…taking the full length of his penis with each thrust. The magnification was so good Bob Roberts could see the gleaming coating of her juices on the shaft of the man’s cock and the pink inner folds of Karen’s cunt lips.

There was nothing really urgent, he thought, he could take half an hour to watch the DVD again so he could watch his step-daughter being fucked and listen to the noises she made as she rode the bastard’s cock to her first screaming orgasm.

He slipped the DVD into the player and touched a button on the remote…he had plenty of time before he went into the office.

Karen may have enjoyed humiliating her stepfather but her petty triumph would be short lived. Later that day, while she topped up her tan and eyed up the latest arrivals at the hotel pool, Bob Roberts was having a very private meeting with Captain Juan Ramirez. They smiled and joked as agreement was reached. Bob Roberts would ensure that his step-daughter’s disappearance was officially ignored…and Captain Ramirez would get another young, attractive subject for the entertainment of that select group of officers and officials who liked watch the sexual torture of girls and young women. Bob was also promised there would be another DVD…so he could watch and listen to Karen screaming as they used the electrodes on her cunt and anus.

Karen Roberts was taken the next day…very quietly and efficiently. They brought her from the hotel to the walled villa hooded, her hands tied behind her back, and wearing nothing but a very brief white thong bikini. A quick hard blow in the solar plexus as she was being pushed into the car had cured her of complaining and asking questions. That was simply because she needed all her efforts to breathe inside the stinking, coarse cotton bag they’d pulled over her head. The men said nothing to her at all.

Perhaps more worrying if she’d thought about it, and considering how little she was wearing, no one touched her during the journey.

She’d lost her sandals somewhere on the way. She could feel cool tiles under her feet as she was marched down a corridor and into a small, shabby room. The hood was jerked off her head and she blinked shaking her head at the glare of the afternoon sun after nearly an hour in darkness.

‘Hello Karen, good to see you again…nice bikini.’

Karen Roberts whirled round and stared in total shock and disbelief at the man leaning against the corner of the desk. ‘Juan? JUAN RAMIREZ! What the fuck are you doing here…and what the fuck’s going on? Some fucking goons grabbed me at the hotel…they hit me, tie me up and blindfold me shove me in a car and no I find you smirking like some fucking policeman. Go on then what fucking game are you playing?’

She took one step towards him but one of the men who’d brought her from the hotel grabbed her upper arm and held her easily. ‘No…that’s naughty…but understandable I suppose…and it’s Captain Juan Ramirez if you don’t mind. You’re here because you’ve become an embarrassment and we’ve decided to teach you a little lesson.’

‘YOU FUCKING BASTARD!’ She screamed, wrenching uselessly at the grip the grinning guard had on her upper arm. ‘Wait…you just wait till my step father hears I’m missing…he’ll raise hell!’

Captain Ramirez watched her futile efforts while taking his time lighting a cigarette. ‘No he won’t.’ He paused then smiled in cruel enjoyment. ‘After all…he was the one who helped to arrange things this morning. If anyone bothers to ask him, not that they will, he’ll say you’re staying with friends somewhere out of town…out of touch…so sorry.’ He straightened up and walked across to her. He stroked her cheek and let his fingers trace down her shoulder to the upper swell of her breast. ‘I hope you remember all the things we talked about the other day at the hotel.’

Karen Roberts shivered, her breathing suddenly shallow and hurried as she remembered that scene in the hotel bedroom…and what he’d told her about the ways they tortured young women and girls. Tears trickled down her cheeks as she began to realise the horror of her situation. ‘P-P-Please…please don’t…those things you said…they were j-j-ust stories weren’t they….PLEESE!

She stared round, eyes flicking from point to point. He tapped the ash from his cigarette and chuckled. ‘Why would I bother making up stories, Karen.’ He paused and watched er staring round the room. Oh no, there’s nothing in here, this is just an office…but, since you’re so interested, I think it’s time we went to the main room.’ He gave the briefest of nods and both guards grabbed her arms and twisted her round to face the door. Captain Juan Ramirez walked past her. ‘Come along Karen, you don’t want to keep them waiting,’ he chuckled, ‘and you know we can’t start without you.’

She had no option but to follow as the men forced her forwards. Despite her terror the whole thing was still like some kind of awful nightmare. She was convinced Bob Roberts would appear suddenly to lecture her and then stop this horrible game and take her home. She couldn’t believe it was real even when Juan opened the tall double doors at the end of the tiled hallway and then stood to one side as the two thugs holding her arms pushed her into the big, airy room.

In her mind she’d been expecting some kind of grim torture chamber, all bare stone walls, whips and chains. What she faced was an old, colonial-style room with pale cream walls, high ceilings crossed by polished wooden beams and big open French windows with green slatted blinds filtering the bright sunlight.

The middle of the room was empty, just an open area of polished wood flooring. The dozen or men sitting with their drinks round the edges of the room, chatting and smoking, all looked up. There were cruel smiles of anticipation and eyes hot with lust and sadistic pleasure as every one of them looked at the eighteen year old blonde in the brief white bikini. At a signal one of the guards cut the tie holding her wrists and she was pushed forwards.

‘Come here,’ Juan ordered. Her cheeks flushed scarlet as she heard the coarse, obscene comments and crude laughter being shared among the watching men. Juan Ramirez waited until she reached the middle of the room. She was looking down rubbing her wrists to try and ease the soreness of the red weals circling each one. ‘Now Karen I think you should let our guests take a proper look at you before we begin. So, are you going to take that delightful little bikini off…or would you like me to do it?’

‘Please…please don’t! No, NO…it’s not right, NO! I don’t want to…please! NO DON’T PLEASE!’

‘But I want you to and so do all these important people…’ Juan just chuckled and pulled the end of the tie in the middle of her back. She clamped her arms to her sides as her bikini top came loose Even as she tried to move away he caught the end of the tie at the back of her neck and pulled that bow undone too. This time he held onto the end of the tie and gently tugged until the tops of the cups peeled down. ‘Don’t be stupid please, Karen…just let go…or do you want me to hurt you?’

There was a sudden flurry of movement from the men as they moved closer, all looking at the girl’s firm, high breasts and the bikini top fell to the floor. Through her tears Karen flushed even deeper red as she realised that most of the comments were about the pink colour of her nipples…and the fact that they were jutting up so obviously hard and erect.

‘No, don’t cover them up like that. Put your hands behind your head, Karen…let them see you properly before…’ he didn’t finish but slapped her arm as she was slow to obey. ‘Do what you’re told…that’s a bit better.’ He stood close behind her, deliberately letting her feel warm breath on the sensitive nape of her neck so she shivered and twitched. There was another growl of excitement as the men saw her breasts jiggle and bob, their pink tips hard and pointed with her own growing arousal.

She felt his hands on her hips, fingers tugging at the side ties of her thong. ‘Move your feet apart…just let it fall off,’ the captain whispered in her left ear.  There was a faint whisper of sound and then the sudden coolness of air on her cunt lips as the damp fabric was peeled down to leave her naked in front of her grinning tormentors.

With her hands behind her head every intimate detail of her body was exposed. She screwed up her eyes as someone flicked a switch and she was caught in the glare of powerful spotlamps mounted on the ceiling beams. Suddenly, the rest of the room seemed dim because the lights were all angled down to focus on the centre of the room where she was standing. She was already hot and now she could feel beads of perspiration breaking out on her brow and across the upper slopes of her breasts as she felt the heat of those powerful lamps on her skin.

Worse was to come. Juan’s tongue brushed across the nape of her neck then the tip teased the hollow behind her left ear. ‘Further apart, Karen… stand astride…let them see your cunt.’ She could feel him pressing close against her back, the buckle of his belt sharp and cold against her skin. His hands teased along the creases at the top of her thighs. She gasped as his fingers traced along the sensitive rim of her slit, the tips just sliding inside.

‘Noooo…pleeese…AAAH!’

His fingers peeled her cunt lips apart so they could all see the wet inner folds and the hooded nub of her clitoris. There was another growl of crude approval from the men watching. ‘That’s a good girl….’ Under the lights the paler marks from her bikini emphasised her nakedness…and highlighted the places where the torturers would concentrate their attention in the agonising hours to come… He let her go and smiled again. ‘It’s time to begin, Karen, and for what we want to do to you we need you sitting in that chair behind you.’

There was a slithering noise and she twisted her head to see the guards spreading a thick sheet of polythene on the floor. Then they walked back to the corner of the room and carrying something back. There was a scrape and clink of metal as the men put the object down.

Karen stared…then stood shaking her head, her hands to her mouth in horror and disbelief. Juan Ramirez had called it a chair…but it didn’t look much like one. Made of black steel, the two back tubes were close together, sloping back to act as both legs and a narrow backrest. There were struts welded to the bottom of the tubes to give the frame a strong and stable base. There were no arms on the frame just a horizontal pipe sticking out on either side of the back tubes just below shoulder height.

All that was bad enough but it was where the seat should have been that made Karen cry with the realisation of what they were going to do to her. There was no seat or front legs, just two black metal side tubes jutting out and upwards at a slight angle from the back so they formed a wide V shape. Karen screamed and tried to run to the door.

They held her easily, one big, strong man to each of her arms. Juan stroked her cheek. ‘Don’t try and fight them, Karen…it only makes them more excited.’ They pulled her backwards, turning her easily so they could hold her against the sloping back tubes. Her arms were positioned outstretched along the horizontal bar while they used thick nylon straps with Velcro fasteners to secure her at elbows and wrists, spreading her arms out on either side as though she was about to be crucified.

Her body slumped down when they grabbed her ankles and quickly wrapped soft cuffs round each one. Then they spread her legs apart exposing her cunt and anus to the watching man. Karen tried to struggle but they were far too strong for her. The two of them made obscene comments about the wetness between her thighs and how her clitoris was peeping out from its hood as they bent her legs at the knee then lifted them up and over the tilted sidebars.

Only then did she understand what the ankle cuffs were for as a cord was fed through the steel rings on each cuff then through another ring just under where the sidebars were welded to the back frame. With both of them pulling enthusiastically on the cord her feet were pulled upwards and together forcing her to splay her thighs wider and wider apart over the bars and arch her body to try and relieve the strain on her joints.

With the cord tied off the men pushed her knees out even more to spread her thighs as wide apart as possible. Then they used wide nylon straps with Velcro fasteners to secure her splayed thighs to the angled tubes as tightly as they could. When they were finished Karen Reynolds was splayed open like a specimen in a laboratory. Arms wide, her breasts thrust forwards and the plumps lips of her cunt and the tight rosette whorl of her anus completely exposed. The splay of her thighs meant that her cunt lips were parted so the watching men could also see the pinker inner folds, the opening of her vagina and the pale nub of her clitoris nestling in the tight vee of flesh at the top of her slit.

Juan Ramirez studied the pinioned girl for a few moments. ‘Put a pad behind her back…I think Karen should show us her breasts properly.’ One of the guards picked up a small leather-covered block with straps hanging from it. Karen Reynolds gasped and bit her lip as he forced it down behind her back against the uprights until it was between her shoulder blades. Once satisfied with the position he clipped the straps tight round the back tubes to hold the pad in place. Now she was arched forwards like a figurehead, her arms strained back and her breasts pushed out towards the watching men as though she was offering her nipples for their attention.

‘Now, Karen, I’m sure that you haven’t got anything interesting or important to tell us…so we won’t waste time asking you tiresome questions.’ There was a rattle on her left side. Karen twisted her head round to see one of the guards wheeling a battered trolley across the tiled floor. There was a rectangular grey box on the bottom shelf with a coil of black rubber-covered cable.

The top of the trolley had another box on it, this one made of polished wood with a handle sticking out of one side. Wires and clips hung over a rail at one end. The one thing she did recognise made her jerk and whimper in desperate appeal. Next to the wooden box was a short, black rod with a rubber handle and two blunt brass terminals at the other end. Jacinta Sanchez had told her that the police liked to use a cattle prod during their torture sessions…Karen realised that she was about to find out that was all true.

Juan Ramirez let the American girl look at the trolley while the guard unrolled the cable and plugged it into a wall socket. The grey box started to hum softly and Karen saw that a little red light was now showing in one corner.

‘I think we’re ready for you now, Karen. Please feel free to scream and cry as much as you like…all the young ladies we entertain in this room express their feelings very loudly indeed after a few minutes. They also spend a lot of time trying to make us stop doing the things that are hurting them so much. But, as you now know…there’s really nothing you can do to stop us…in fact the more you plead the more we like it.’ He stood just behind the frame and rested his hands on her shoulders. ‘Today we’re going to show you how we use electricity. Remember I asked you if you’d ever had a shock? With electricity anywhere will hurt of course but we like to concentrate on those special places…’

Karen whimpered and heaved uselessly against the cuff and straps holding her exposed on the torture frame. Captain Ramirez’s hands slid down her breasts until her could grip her nipples between the forefinger and thumb of each hand. ‘Here, of course,’ he smiled and leaned over to slide his right hand down her abdomen to the split bulge of her cunt, ‘and down here we have so many choices.’ His fingers stroked the wet, inner lips then probed up into the opening of her vagina before using one fingertip to follow the groove of her body to tickle the rosette of her anus.

There was laughter from the men watching the sadistic show as Karen Roberts strained and shuddered at the slow tormenting stimulation of the captain’s fingers playing with her cunt. ‘Please, Juan, please…you know me…please don’t hurt me…please…PLEASE!’

‘There you are gentlemen, what did I say…we haven’t even started and she’s pleading with us already.’ He continued to play with her nipples for a few moments. ‘I think we need these a little harder…have we got a ruler here?’

One of the guards looked on the trolley and handed the captain a perfectly ordinary flexible plastic ruler. Karen could even see the markings running up each edge. There was no warning. Captain Ramirez simply lifted his arm then whipped the ruler down across her left thigh with a flat ‘thwack!’

‘Yaaaarrrgh! Oh God…you BASTARD, that hurt!’

‘Of course it didn’t…stop making such a fuss.’ He leaned forward and studied the narrow reddening strip across Karen’s skin. ‘That’ll have to do.’ He held out the ruler to the guard who’d given it to him. ‘Twenty, across each nipple, then we’ll take a look.’

Karen, still off balance with the sudden shock of being hit so hard with such an incongruous thing as a school ruler had not really followed what was going to be done to her. It was only when the guard took the ruler and walked up to stand on her right side that she stared at Juan in complete disbelief.

‘Wha…Juan…what the fuck did you tell him to do? You ca…’

The guard braced himself on the bar holding Karen’s arms out stretched and whipped the plastic rule in to snap across her out-thrust right nipple with a crisp slapping noise. Before Karen could even react he’d given her three more strokes

‘Splack’        ‘Splack’        ‘Splack’

‘NNNNNGAAH!’

Karen’s screams of pain and outrage echoed round the room as the sensitive pink tip was caught again and again by the hard, slapping impact of the flexible plastic ruler. She tried to twist away but the straps on her arms and the firm pad behind her back braced her forwards so it was easy for the guard to make sure that every one of the first ten strokes was delivered exactly across the peak of her right breast.

Then he leaned across and the first of ten strokes blazed fire and pain across the peak of her left breast also.

‘A moment, let me look,’ Captain Ramirez said quietly when both nipples had been given the first half of the promised beating. ‘That’s good, they’re swelling nicely,’ He gently wiped a tear away from Karen’s cheek. ‘The clips hold better if the nipples are really hard,’ he said and looked at the guard. ‘Give her the next twenty from behind, it’ll give you a different angle.’

Now Karen Roberts was crying and jerking with every impact as the guard whipped the springy blade down onto the out-thrust coral-pink tips in a series of hard, slapping strokes that left a growing redness spreading across her nipples and aureoles. ten minutes later he straightened up, stood back and waited for the captain to inspect his work.

He rolled her left nipple between forefinger and thumb, smiling as she arched up, her breath hissing between clenched teeth as she tried not to give him or the watchers the satisfaction of knowing how swollen and tender the points of her breasts were after being smacked with that fucking ruler. ‘Don’t bother pretending, Karen, we know our job…in a couple of minutes they’ll be swollen and sticking out like fingers…meanwhile,’ he paused and picked up the black rod, ‘ah I see you know what this is.’

‘NOOOOO…no-no-no…please…don’t touch me with that thing please don’t!’ The captain stroked Karen’s cheek with his free hand and held the other end just in front of her tear-filled eyes.

‘Zzzzzzzzt!’

A blue-white spark fizzed and danced between the rounded brass terminals with sound like frying bacon. ‘That means I don’t have to explain it to you.’ He moved the end and traced it down her leg until the two electrodes were pressing into the skin of her left thigh…very lightly. ‘All I have to do is touch this button on the handle and…’

‘Mmmmmm!’

The shock made her jerk, her mouth shut in a thin line as she responded to the brief jolt. The captain lifted the prod away and touched the points against her arm. Another touch on the button and Karen Roberts jerked a second time but this time she let out s single gasp of pain. She shook her head and looked round at the sweating, intent faces.

‘FUCK OFF YOU PERVERTS!’

Her one-time lover smiled and stroked the beads of sweat away from her cheek. ‘Such dramatics from a little taster…what on earth are you going to do when we try somewhere more sensitive, I wonder?’ Karen whimpered and mumbled then bent her head to watch him trace the end of the prod down the slippery surface of her left breast until the brass terminals were either side of the reddened, swollen peak of her nipple.

‘Nuh…Please don…N-N-N-NAAAAAGH! YAAAAAAAH!’

Her body contorted, juddering with the shock. Captain Ramirez made sure the prongs remained straddling the tender spike of flesh so the current continued to sear through the tip of her breast. Finally he lifted his thumb off the button and Karen flopped down, her head rolling from side to side as she fought to draw air into her lungs. A moment later the touch of the metal prongs on either side of her other nipple brought another frantic plea…a plea cut off in mid-sentence as the captain pressed the button again.

‘YAAAAAARRRGH!’

He waited until she was able to lift her head. ‘You see, just a touch in the right place and it takes no effort at all. Now…you’ll find it hurts even more the second time…or so they keep telling me.’ Karen wailed in desperation as she watched the brass points straddling the swollen and scorched tip of her left nipple once again.

‘NUH! NUH! NAAAAAARRRRGH!’

‘Personally I find this a crude device…but it has its uses. Simple, direct and effective.’ He grinned down at the eighteen year old’s sweat-beaded face, ‘especially on a girl’s cunt.’ There were wide grins from the watching men as he moved the head of the prod down her body until he could touch her slit with one prong on either side against the rim.

‘NOOOOOOOO…YAAAAAARRRRGHH! HAH…HAAH…AAAAAAH!’

This time Karen lifted her hips up a full six inches despite the straps round her thighs and arms, every muscle locked in a shivering spasm as the electricity seared through her labia. It was no more than a few second’s shock but left her dribbling and gasping, her head lolling forwards, rocking from side to side and her whole body shaking as she tried to deal with the agony.

‘P-Please…don’t…not again…please...don’t touch me with that thing…PLEEEEZE!’

Captain Ramirez threw the cattle prod back onto the top of the trolley. ‘All right, it’s time to move on anyway, Karen. Look at me,’ he said, waiting until the sobbing girl lifted her head. She whimpered as he reached across and his fingers stroked the hard, jutting tips of her breasts. ‘Now, Karen, why do you think that we used the ruler on these?’

‘D-d-don’t know…fucking sadists fun…getting you and your friends a cheap thrill?’

‘No, no, I’ve told you, Karen, we’re professionals.’ He picked up two thin red wires from the bar at the end of the trolley. Something winked and glinted at the end of each wire. He held up the silvery clip and pressed the stubby ends together so the long thin jaws opened and Karen could see the triangular teeth lining each side. ‘They call them crocodile clips...because of the long thin jaws and the teeth I suppose. Some of my colleagues just clip them across… but now your nipples are so hard and erect I can fasten them lengthways.’ As he spoke he gripped her right breast, squeezing the flesh so her nipple stuck out even more.

‘NO…NO…NO! OH GOD! NO…PLEEEEZE!’

Juan Ramirez shook his head. ‘Sorry, Karen, you really shouldn’t have poked your nose in to things that don’t concern you.’ He moved the open jaws until the pink stub was lying lengthways between the rows of sharp metal teeth. Then he let the jaws snap shut.

‘NAAAAAH! TAKE IT OFFF…TAKE IT OFF! IT HURTS…AAAARGH!’

He took the other clip and gripped her left breast. ‘Then you know that this one’s going to feel like, don’t you?’ The second crocodile clip snapped shut and Karen Roberts screamed and twisted against the straps holding her down. Captain Ramirez watched her desperate, threshing movements for a moment or two then smiled at the other men in the room. ‘Young Karen thinks that if she wriggles she can shake the clips loose. Unfortunately for her the springs in those clips are particularly strong…and she can’t really get enough movement to swing those delightful young tits hard enough to dislodge them.’

There was a burst of coarse laughter as they watched the girl twisting and shaking her torso so her breasts bounced and jiggled wildly. The silver clips flicked and winked as the caught the lights…but stayed in place with their jaws clamped tightly on her swollen and engorged pink nipples.

‘Karen…KAREN!’

‘Splack!’

Juan Ramirez slapped the teenager’s cheek with his open hand. The girl’s head snapped sideways a bright red mark flowering across her tanned skin. She stared back at him, her eyes wide with shock. ‘Good, now pay attention! Look, can you see he’s attaching the ends of the wires to that box with the handle?’ Karen stared and followed the red wires from the clips biting into her nipples across to the trolley where the guard was attaching the bared copper ends to terminals on the polished wooden box. ‘In a minute he’s going to turn that handle so the magneto inside the box makes an electric current.’

The guard tightened the second terminal and touched the worn rubber grip on the handle He grinned, knowing the agony she was going to feel when the Captain nodded his head and he spun the handle of the magneto.

‘No…no-no-no…No please no! NO!’

The captain stroked her cheek still hot and red from the slap. ‘Oh yes, Karen, we’ll start with a taste…just a little twirl to make you pay attention.’ He nodded, stepped away and then he, and all the watching men, stared intently as the guard turned the handle and the magneto whined gently.

‘Huh…huh…huh…huh…huh…H-H-H-HAAAAARRGH!’

For a few moments the only sound was the rapid grunting breaths as Karen Roberts stared at the man’s hand as he turned the little handle. Then the sweat-slick figure of the eighteen year old girl shivered and she arched back, her muscles straining and quivering as the current fizzed through her nipples. Finally a rasping cry of pain filled the room. Juan Ramirez watched and listened for a few moments then flicked a glance at the guard who let the magneto whine down into silence.

‘Now lets try it at the usual speed shall we?’ Before Karen could even draw enough breath to protest, the rising whine of the magneto sent a second surge of current through her breasts. This time she was arched back even more fiercely, her breasts thrust forwards so the silver clips stuck out, quivering and vibrating as her body shuddered and jerked under the searing burst of current.

‘NAAAAARRRGH! YAAAAARGH!

The magneto whined into silence and Karen Robert’s head flopped forwards, lolling against the slippery upper slopes of her breasts. Her chest heaved as she fought and gasped to get air into her lungs. It was a good thing they’d spread the polythene sheet over the wooden floor. The last surge of current had been too much and there was a small puddle under the frame where she’d pee’d uncontrollably.

‘Again’

After the tenth time Karen Robert’s scream echoed round the big airy room for nearly a minute before they stopped the machine. Captain Ramirez held up a finger. ‘Leave it, I need to look…don’t want too much scorching.’ Karen screamed again as he undid the clips and the blood rushed back to bring a new, thudding agony to her abused nipples. She slumped back concentrating one her own hurts and not listening to what her one-time lover was planning for her next torture session. ‘Hmmm, I think we’d better switch.’

The guard grinned happily, ‘Her cunt, sir?’

‘Yes, but not the clit…not yet, we’ll use the box now…one clip on a lip and fix the thin probe on the other one and give it to me. Let’s see how the young lady likes having her anus stroked. Start with level three.’

‘No…No! Please don’t touch me please I’ll do anything…anything you want!’

Captain Ramirez stood behind the pinioned figure and pressed her head down. ‘Shhhh, I know, I know it hurts soooo much but we need you to be strong while we play with your cunt. We’ll use the other machine now…no more handle…just that small controller with the red button. There’s just the one clip this time…just on the thick part of your cunt lip.’ The guard straightened up while Karen continued to stare at the cleft of her own body where the silver clip was gripping her cunt lip. The captain moved round and took the other wire from him.

‘Just one clip because the other one’s attached to this, Karen.’ He showed her the probe, a little handle with the wire attached to the base, then a nine inch slim curved rod about the thickness of a pencil. The handle and the rod were sheathed in black rubber, except for the end of the rod where the last half an inch of insulation had been removed to leave the copper core with its carefully rounded end exposed. She gasped as he traced the probe’s tip between her labia then gently pressed it against the rosette of her anus.

She craned forwards further, her head shaking in denial as he slid the probe into the tight pucker of her anus. ‘No, Karen, you can’t stop me doing this can you…so, can you feel is up inside?’ His hand moved, twisting the shaft and sliding it slowly into her so the curved tip pressed and caressed into the sensitive walls of her rectum.

‘Huh…huh…huh…huh…d-d-d-don’t p-p-please…Haaaaaah!’ She gave a longer gasp of relief as he slid the slim electrode free.

Captain Ramirez looked at the probe for a moment then picked up a tube and squeezed a clear gel onto the shaft, spreading it up and down the rod with his fingers. He squatted down and gently stroked his slippery gel-covered fingers along the groove between her vagina and anus. He watched her expression as he squeezed another gobbet of gel onto his forefinger…and then slowly pushed it into her anus.

‘HAAAH! NUH…NUH…NO PLE-PLE…EEEEEESE!’ OH! OH! HAAAARGH!’

Juan Ramirez grinned broadly as he slowly moved his finger in and out, sliding it deeper and deeper with each movement until he was reaming her anus to the full length of his forefinger. ‘I thought you liked this kind of thing, Karen? The gel improves the contact…helps the current flow more easily…there, I think you’re nice and ready now.’ He slid his finger out, noticing how the wet, slippery ring pouted and flexed as he pulled it free. He wiped his fingers then picked up the probe again. The others craned forward once more as Juan Ramirez crouched down and brought the copper tip up to touch the gel-slick rosette. Karen hissed, panting in a fast, frantic rhythm and tried to lift away but he was easily able to keep the copper tip just inside her anus.

‘Turn it on,’ he said quietly.

EH! HEEEE! YAA-YAAAAARGH! NUH-NUH-NAAAAAH! P-P-PLEEEEZE D-DON’T…D-DON”T MOVE IT IN MEEEEE!’

Captain Ramirez just smiled happily and slid the copper tip of probe deeper into the girl’s rectum. He keep his hand relaxed, letting the probe move in and out as the girl arched and bucked madly under the slow, deliberate torment as the copper electrode stoked the delicate inner walls of her rectum. After a minute or so the guard let the button go and he pulled the probe out to let her slump back choking and gasping.

Eight more times he crouched to slide the copper rod up into the girl’s anus and rectum. Each time he listened, twisting and turning the rod to find the place where her cries were loudest as she rode the peak of agony. He examined the clip biting into her outer lip after the last burst of current with Karen lolling half-conscious in the straps. ‘No, that’s going to mark her too much in a minute…change it, we’ll use the bulb…up inside.

Once again he straightened up and stroked the pinioned girl’s sweat-slick cheek. ‘Poor Karen, it hurts so much doesn’t it?’ The girl nodded, her eyes glazed and bloodshot

‘P-please…please don’t hurt me again… please, Juan.’

‘But we’ve only just started…and you mustn’t disappoint all these men.’ Karen winced as the guard undid the clip and knelt down with a different wire in his hands. This one had a plum-sized polished metal bulb that narrowed down to a stem about the thickness of a man’s finger attached to it. There was a blue plastic collar round the base of the stem. She jerked again when the guard pushed the bulb into the opening of her vagina. ‘Now don’t be silly…just imagine that it’s a big, thick cock that he’s sliding up inside.’ She jolted and gasped as the bulb disappeared inside her body and the plastic collar pressed against the entrance to her vagina, clamped in place by her own muscles.

She was whimpering now, tears trickling down her cheeks. Juan Ramirez wiped the trail away from her right cheek then stroked some strands of sweat-soaked hair away from her eyes. ‘There, there, take a deep breath and we’ll see how a little bit of level four feels.’ He made sure his hands were well away from the girl and the frame and nodded to the guard with the control box. He grinned in return and moved the pointer round to the figure four on the dial of the controller. Captain Ramirez picked up the copper probe and gently slid it into the girl’s anus once again. He nodded again and the guard pressed the button.

In the shadows hands moved, furtively adjusting trousers, easing suddenly uncomfortable underwear or the pressure of a confined cock suddenly hard and erect at the sight of the eighteen year old naked girl thrusting and bucking against the straps as the buzzing electrode was slid gently into her anus once more.

Each time the current stopped Juan Ramirez stroked Karen’s face or the soft curve of her breast. His voice soft and soothing...telling her he knew how much it hurt but she needed to be good… to ride the pain this time just so they could take her to the next peak of agony in a little while. Then she would plead, desperate for the torture to stop, only to see the gentle smile and hear the soft words. ‘Just a little more…be strong…see how it feels at level five…Shhhh…no…no…don’t cry…save your strength…can you feel your little friend…sliding up inside again…watch…watch the button, Karen…Aaaah, yes, yes…oh that’s the spot isn’t it…just…just…there! 

Karen Roberts vibrated and shook wildly, her muscles bar taut as the current seared through her cunt and rectum. Drops of sweat flicked off her body in all directions and the swollen, rigid tips of her nipples jiggled and quivered as she rode the cruel electrodes yet again. Finally, the agony and strain was too much and she slumped unconscious against the straps.

‘Let’s take a break there, gentlemen,’ Captain Ramirez said putting the curved probe down on the trolley. ‘Time for a drink and a cigarette before we wake young Karen up again.’ He studied the tanned figure mounted on the torture frame. ‘I think it’s time we paid some attention to her clitoris…’

*****

And that was the bit of the DVD that Bob Roberts watched again and again as he lay in bed naked, his fingers caressing his cock. He loved the expression on Karen’s face as she was shown the long silver needle mounted in the little rubber hand grip and connected to a thin red wire…then the shot of fingers peeling the hood back from her clitoris. Finally her desperate screams and struggles as the needle was pushed, very slowly, into the exposed shiny tip and up into the stem. It made him so hard that he hardly needed to stroke his cock at all…especially when a finger pressed the red button and he watched Karen’s face as the current speared through the needle into her clitoris and through the other bulb-like electrode that was stretching her anus to its limit.

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