South American Adventure

Chapter One

The pub was packed with noisy students laughing, joking and drinking.  It was noted for it.  After all, it was the closest to one of the main university halls of residence and as such was very popular.  Cindy sat alone in a corner, hoping her friend would hurry up and arrive.  A quiet, shy girl in her first year at University reading Geography, she did not mix or make friends easily and actually found it quite difficult to be alone in such a lively environment.  She was waiting for her best friend Nicky, also on the same course as Cindy, who wanted to talk to her about an idea for the forthcoming vacation.  In the relatively sheltered surroundings of academic life they had always dreamed about doing something different and adventurous, and she suspected that Nicky was going to suggest that they went away on a trip together, and although she had never travelled much – perhaps one of the reasons for her passion for geography and learning more about the world – she had always felt comfortable with Nicky.  They were alike in many ways, both quiet, both shy and wary of different things, both sharing the same outlook on life and even both of the same physical build.  Cindy was of medium height and very slim.  She had slim legs, a flat stomach, narrow waist, and square perfectly formed shoulders.  Short blonde hair framed her pretty face.  She was happy with her body, except for her breasts which were very small.  Although Nicky’s were slightly bigger, once, when they had been sharing intimate thoughts, they had discovered their mutual embarrassment over their poorly endowed chests.  Both were virgins, having had had short, none serious relationships with boys and neither had a current boy friend.    Suddenly aware of the door on the far side of the bar swinging shut, Cindy looked up to see Nicky threading her way through the crowd toward the seat she was saving for her friend.

They greeted each other and sat sipping their drinks and making small talk until Nicky explained her idea.  Also eager to travel, she had been surfing the internet a couple of nights ago and come across a web site offering students the chance to visit other countries and cultures at very favourable rates.    Nicky had always wanted to visit South America and had narrowed down some searches to a remote area which sounded rich in culture and beautiful scenery.  Now settling into student life, the two girls were coming to learn that there were always good deals to be found if you searched long enough and although not hard up – they both came from reasonably well off families – they would need to think carefully about money on a trip like this.  As the evening wore on, and after several drinks, they went back to Nicky’s room and looked more on her computer at the web site she had found.  By the time Cindy returned to her own room, just along the corridor, they had, in a rare impulsive action made their bookings and paid for their travel using their credit cards. 

When Cindy awoke the next morning her first thoughts were of the bookings they had made the previous night and she began to feel panic rising in her.  She rushed along to Nicky’s room with the intention of saying that she was having second thoughts and did Nicky think their adventure was such a good idea after all.  To her relief, Nicky was also thinking along the same lines and they rapidly logged back on to see about cancelling the reservations.   It was at this point that they discovered their trip was not amendable in any way, and any cancellation would result in the loss of the complete fee they had paid.  They spent a long time discussing the situation and came to the conclusion that thousands of other students undertook similar trips, so why should they not do the same.  After all, two weeks in such an historic and cultural area would be the trip of a lifetime.  Looking at each other for mutual support, they made the firm decision to go through with what they had started and to take the trip in just over a week’s time when the current term came to an end.  The more they discussed their decision the more it seemed like a good idea, and by lunch time they were both bolstering each others confidence to the point where, a little quietly, Nicky suggested that if they were going to do this, then why not really change their image and buy some new clothes which would not only be suitable for a hot, humid climate, but also much more daring, and revealing than the only just current designs they both normally wore.  Indeed, no one would know them, so this was their chance to live a little.  Once back in Cindy’s room after the shopping trip they started to try on the things they had chosen – very brief shorts, very short skirts, flimsy strapless tops that ended not much below their breasts, all showing off the flawless white skin of their flat stomachs and slim firm legs.  They bought micro bikinis, realising of course that they would have to shave themselves completely between the legs, and had also convinced each other that to complete the daring image they would not wear bra’s, or even panties unless they were really forced to.  Although neither girl admitted it, both felt themselves becoming strangely aroused between their legs at the thought, particularly if they travelled such a distance into a strange country wearing just flimsy tops and short skirts.  In the films they had often seen South American girls going barefoot  but Cindy and Nicky decided to wear just cheap flip flops, thinking that they could easily put them in their bags if they plucked up enough courage at any time to also go barefoot.

The last few days were a whirlwind of frantic preparation and end of term activity.  Everyone seemed to admire and envy them for doing such a trip, so much so that they did not again question the hastiness of their forthcoming adventure.  So their conservative families would not worry, they told their respective parents that they would be spending the holidays at each others place.  The day of their departure arrived, and packing their things into two grips, they nervously waited for the taxi that the travel company had said they would send to take them to the airport for the long fourteen hour flight to South America, where they would take a local flight to their final destination.  The taxi pulled into the courtyard and, now with churning stomachs, they went to load their luggage into the boot.  The driver said it was all part of the service to do that for them and opened the door so they could get in.  Suddenly conscious of him watching, even staring at, their slim bare legs as they sat down on the back seat, and of their short skirts riding up above mid thigh, they blushingly tried to pull them down, scared that he would realise they were not wearing anything underneath.  He seemed to take a while to load their bags into the boot, and with rising panic they were just about to abandon their reckless dress mode and return inside to change when he jumped in behind the wheel, threw the car into gear and drove off the campus.  Too late. They suddenly realised that they were committed.  Looking at each other, they needed no words.  They had some under ware in their grips and would put it on at the airport before checking in their baggage.

The traffic on the motorway was horrendous.  What should have been a 20 minute journey took almost one and one half hours, and when they finally arrived at their terminal they knew they had just minutes to find their check in.  All other thoughts flew from their mind and as they walked away with their boarding cards having just watched their bags disappear along the conveyor belt they suddenly realised that they had not had time to find, and put on, at the very least some panties.  Excitement kept them awake for much of the long haul across the Atlantic ocean, down the South American coast and inland to their first stop, and although they got up from time to time and moved around the aircraft they remained acutely aware of the amount of tummy and thigh shown off by their cropped tops and short skirts.  Certainly the flight attendants, both male and female, seemed to give them lingering glances every time they served them a drink or something to eat.  Their itinerary had stated that there was not much time between landing and their internal flight, and so they had taken up the offer of patching their luggage through to their final destination, keeping with them just a few things for the flights in small back packs.  Now, as the light aircraft in which they were completing the final leg of their journey skimmed low over the mountains on its final approach to landing, they stared both excitedly and apprehensively out of the window, holding hands as the old plane touched firmly down, bounced and then rumbled along the runway and up to its parking slot on the hard standing.  Already uncomfortably hot, as soon as the doors opened the hot humid tropical air swept in to the small cabin immediately causing their flimsy tops to start clinging to their now perspiring bodies.

Walking into the small, and run down airport building, they joined the short queue to reclaim their bags, and watched with rising dismay as the few people from their flight collected their luggage and dispersed, leaving them standing alone staring at an empty baggage truck.  Looking around they saw a small information sign in the corner of what could, with large amounts of imagination, be called the arrivals hall.  They walked over and stood in front of the official manning the desk, conscious of his eyes roving up and down their now sweating bodies, and staring quite openly at their small breasts outlined by the damp clinging material.  They explained their problem.  Nodding understandingly, he said they would need to fill out some forms in order that he could attempt to trace the missing bags, and indicated that they should go with him into the office.  Having no choice, they followed him warily into the small room  where he gestured for them to sit down on two bar stool type seats across from the desk, affording him a near  eye level view of their bare legs liberally exposed by the short skirts.  This was worse than the taxi in England, and was getting really embarrassing.  They found trying to twist sideways to be virtually impossible due to the design of the sides on the seats, and so had no option but to sit with their legs as tightly closed as possible and accept that although he could see virtually all of their upper thighs, it was doubtful if he could tell they wore no under ware or that he could see glimpses of their pussy’s now completely shaved in readiness for the new bikinis should they ever summons up the courage to wear them..  He seemed to take an age to complete the forms during which time they twisted uncomfortably from side to side as much as the seats would allow.  When they had given him the address of their hotel, and he had finally completed the documents they followed him back to the main hall, amidst promises that he would move mountains to re-unite them with their missing belongings.

Passing through the customs area, they were again stopped by a small man in a creased uniform who appeared to speak no English, but indicated that he wished to look in their hand luggage.  One at a time, he held the bags with one hand whilst rummaging round inside them with the other, all the time with his eyes fixed on their tiny breasts by now perfectly outlined by their clinging tops.  Without averting his gaze, he walked round the small counter top and stood in front of them.  Bending his knees, he lowered his body down taking in the proximity of damp white creamy skin as he passed their bellies, thighs and lower legs.  He indicated for them each to lift their feet whilst he slipped off their flip flops and examined then closely.  Then, without a word, he suddenly stood up and, taking their shoes and back packs with him, disappeared into his office behind the customs counter.  After what seemed an age he returned, empty handed except for their passports which he handed back to them, and gestured that they may go.  Not believing this is what he meant since he was still in possession of their things, they just stared at him.  In sudden broken English he barked “you will go now” and glaring at them, he turned and went back into his office slamming the door.  Cindy and Nicky stared at one another in disbelief.  In less than 15 minutes, they had lost everything except the two flimsy garments in which they stood.  Nicky finally summed up courage to creep behind the counter and gently knocked on the office door.  There was no response, and she tried again, this time a little louder, but still to no avail.  Out of rising desperation she gingerly tried the handle, but it was either locked or stuck and the door remainder firmly closed. 

“He’s gone” she said in almost a whisper “and if we do not go and try to find our taxi we will loose that too”.   Slowly, unbelievingly, they padded barefoot on through the small arrivals area and soon found themselves standing on the hot dusty pavement in front of the shabby airport building where life rumbled past them despite their belief that everyone had stopped dead and was staring at them standing in just their clinging cut off tops and short skirts.  A battered taxi drew up at the kerb and, without a word,  the driver got out and opened the rear door motioning them to get in.  Seeing their reluctance, he mentioned the name of their hotel and assuming that because he knew this he must be their promised transport, they once again climbed aboard, equally conscious of the large amounts of flesh they were displaying for his widening eyes.  Smiling when they cried out as their bare legs touched the hot plastic he leant across Cindy who was sitting nearest to him and patted the seat.  “Very old car” he said, “no modern cloth chairs” and then slowly pulled back his hand lightly brushing it across the top of Cindy’s thighs just below the hem of her skirt.  “We go now”

The ride was hair raising and the two girls clung to the door handles and each other as he threw the car through the traffic and round corners at ridiculous speeds.  Intent on holding on, they failed to notice that their skirts were sticking to the vinyl seat material and had ridden up until the hem barely covered the very top of their thighs.  Not that is until they realised that the interior driving mirror was positioned down to get a perfect view of the waists and legs of anyone in the back of the vehicle and that rather than concentrating on avoiding a collision with other vehicles on the road, most of which were being driven in a similarly reckless fashion, his eyes were glued to the reflection, awaiting a first glimpse of whatever they had, or had not, got on underneath their mini skirts.  The pace slowed as they got caught up in the down town late afternoon traffic, and afforded the girls a chance to pass comment on the happenings at the custom desk.  “Why did he take our flip flops and back packs” asked Cindy in amazement.  “Surely they can’t do that”.  “I think they can do anything they like” said Nicky “who knows, they must have thought we maybe had explosives in our shoes like that guy recently coming from Sweden, or maybe even that we were smugglers.  Anyway, we talked about not wearing shoes”.  “Yes, but from choice” said Cindy.  “Now until we either find our bags, or buy some shoes we have to go every where barefoot……… “  She tailed off as they noticed they had left the newer part of town and had entered a run down neighbourhood, stopping in front of a seedy hotel.  “Here where you stay” he announced and leapt out to wrench open the rear door and get a better view of anything the girls may be still showing.  They got out as quickly as possible, aware of him staring at their parted legs as they stepped over the door sill and knowing that he must have caught at least a glimpse of their shaved pussy’s.  He thrust a dog eared business card into Nicky’s hand and said, call me if you want good time.  With a last look at their bodies, he jumped back into his taxi and roared off.  Feeling alone and suddenly very vulnerable, not just because of their brief dress, they entered the small drab lobby and stopped at the reception desk. 

An older, hard faced woman appeared through a hanging fly screen at the rear of the reception area and leant over the counter slowly and openly examining them from their bare feet to the tops of their heads.  Feeling they should say something, Nicky announced the name of their travel company and that they should have a reservation for a room.  Looking at a short hand written list, the woman shook her head.  “Only one single room reserved, and the others all taken.  One must go to other hotel for night”.  “Oh, we do not mind sharing a single room” said Cindy, now terrified that they may be split up and on their own.  “Not possible” said the woman.  “Is against  law to have two people in single room.  One must go other hotel”.  “But we do not know any” pleaded Cindy.  “Please we will be no trouble”.  “I know other with room”.  The woman lifted the old telephone and spoke rapidly in the local dialect.  Hanging up she said “is done.  Holding out her hand to Nicky she said “passport” and grabbed it from Nicky’s hand, then taking her arm she said “come with me”.  Nodding in Cindy’s direction she said “you wait here”  Taxi come to take to other hotel and bring back tomorrow.  I put on bill.  With that she had gone, almost dragging Nicky with her.  Cindy was in a nightmare, and did not know what to do.  Whilst she was thinking, the door from the street swung open and a swarthy man, she guessed in his mid thirties, entered.  “You come with me.  We go other hotel” and turning, walked back out to his car.  Her heart pounding, and clutching her passport Cindy had no choice but to follow, realising that neither of them had any money to pay the bill, but thinking that they would go to the British Consulate the following day and ask for help or a loan.  Outside, he was standing by the open front door of an old car.  She got in and he walked round to the driver’s door and got in beside her.  “Is not far” he said starting the engine and pulling out into the traffic.  Seeing him staring at her, Cindy was again aware of how her short skirt had ridden up her thighs, but she was afraid to lift herself out of the seat and pull it down for fear he may take it the wrong way, so she clasped her hands together and put them in her lap, staring straight ahead so as to avoid making eye contact with him.  The drive seemed to last forever, but it was only about 5 minutes before they stopped outside an equally run down building in an equally shabby neighbourhood.  “Is your hotel”.  The door was hardly shut before he zoomed off with a screeching of tyres.  She thought about trying to find her way back to Nicky, but she was now terrified to venture out alone.  Also, in the comfort of their university rooms walking barefoot had sounded cool, even romantic, but she realised that to her soft sensitive soles, the harsh reality was going to be very different.  She crossed the pavement, pushed open the paint peeled door and went inside.  Very similar to where she should have been staying now, with Nicky, there was a woman leaning on the reception desk.  Cindy thought how alike she was to the one at the other hotel.  They could even have been sisters.  Aware of the woman’s piercing gaze drinking in the sight of her scantily clad body, yet showing no surprise that she had arrived off the street barefoot and with no luggage, her eyes undressed Cindy as she walked across from the door to the desk.  Before Cindy had chance to say anything, the woman spoke.  “One single room for night.  Come”.  She led the way to a narrow flight of stairs without waiting to make sure Cindy was following and started up.

Now totally committed and feeling helpless, as if she had no control over the situation or what was happening, Cindy followed.  She shuddered as the grubby walls closed in around her, as she felt gritty dust beneath her bare feet, and she felt alone and very frightened.  She had a whole night to get through before she again met up with Nicky, and she could not think of the possibility that they would not get back together tomorrow.  The stairs emerged onto an equally grubby landing and as she walked gingerly along in the wake of the woman,  she was aware of something scuttling off underneath a skirting board.  Oh please not cockroaches, she shuddered again.  They stopped at a tatty door and the woman pushed it open, ushering Cindy inside and then following her just over the threshold.  The room was small, dark and very basic.  A bed covered with a worn brown coarse looking blanket, an upright wooden chair that one belonged to a dining table, and a small dressing table covered with a square of dirty material.  A door led off into a small bathroom containing a stained toilet bowl holding foul looking brown water, a rusting cistern, a chipped and stained wash basin with only one cold water tap, and a stained off white shower tray with no curtain.  “Is not much, but at short notice, is all left” said the woman.  And with that she was gone before Cindy had a chance to say anything, or ask for a key.  She went to go after her but noticed that there was no lock on the door.  Things were going from bad to worse.  The door handle was loose but looked substantial enough to wedge the top of the chair underneath, and Cindy lost no time in making the room as secure as possible.  There was a small window opposite the bed, but it had no curtains and so she would not turn on the bare bulb hanging on the end of fraying wires from the ceiling for fear of drawing attention to herself.  Whilst there was light, she looked around.  She was hot sweaty and longing to take a shower, but could not bring herself to undress and go in the horrible bathroom.  She knew though that if she left it much longer, she would have to go in in the dark – she dare not turn on the light because anyone looking in would have a perfect view of her in the nude.  She had to shower, and she wanted to sleep, partly because she was very tired and partly because the sooner she went to bed the sooner tomorrow would come.  Feeling sick, she glanced nervously around, made sure the chair was pushed as firmly under the door handle as possible and then took of her top.  Inspite of the heat, fear made her nipples hard.  Again looking round, as if to make sure no one had crept into the room, she nervously undid the fastening of her  skirt and letting it fall to the floor stepped out, now standing totally naked.  Imagining eyes staring through the window, she crossed her hands protectively across her tiny breasts and closed her legs tightly, with one knee slightly in front of the other to try and hide her completely bald pussy.

She had to force herself to go into the dirty bathroom.  She shuddered at the horrible toilet, but suddenly realised that she was desperate for a pee.  With her slim shoulders hunched forward she lowered herself onto the pan – there was no seat – and relieved herself as quickly as possible.  She pushed the flush handle and watched as a weak stream of brown coloured water flowed into the bowl.  The shower only had one tap – cold – and she gingerly turned it on, jumping back in fright when a strong jet of water shot from the wall mounted head amid much banging from the ancient pipe work.  She reached out and put her hand in the water.  Surprisingly, it was freezing cold and the strong pressure stung her skin.  There was no other alternative, so she stepped under the jet, gasping as the cold water lashed her like thousands of tiny needles.  She lingered just long enough to feel cleaner, and then turned of the tap.  She waited for the water to run from her body before stepping out to realise there was no towel.  Not wishing to stay any longer than necessary in the dreadful little room, she stepped back into her bedroom and staying as far from the window as possible waited until the warmth dried her body naturally.  She lay down on the bed and immediately the course blanket irritated her sensitive skin.  Pulling it back, she lay on the almost clean sheet without any covering on her at all, not wanting to further spoil her clothes in case her luggage did not turn up quickly.  She was very tired and in spite of her unease, she quickly fell asleep.

South American Adventure

Chapter Two

Cindy did not know what caused her to wake.  It was still dark and she felt cold.  Then she heard it again, like there was someone one in the corridor outside her room.  Before she had chance to think more, there was a huge crash as the door splintered from its hinges, the chair went flying and she was aware of several people entering the room.  Still half asleep, the suddenness of the intrusion stunned her.  She opened her mouth to scream and a hand was clamped over it.  She felt the vice like grips of other hands seizing her wrists and ankles, forcing her arms above her head and her legs apart, holding her spread eagled to the bed.  Someone switched on the light and in its glare she looked in terror at the five uniformed men, complete strangers, leering down at her completely nude and exposed body.  She tried to struggle but the four men who held her down were very strong.  The more she tried to move the wider they held her legs apart.  She stopped twisting and looked up into the eyes of the fifth man who she assumed was in charge.  If we release your mouth, you will not scream, otherwise we will tape it shut.  In any case screaming will do you no good whatsoever.  No one will help you here.  Do you understand.  Eyes wide in terror, Cindy gave a brief nod of her head and her mouth was released.  The officer looked down on her, his eyes slowly scanning her pale stretched body, her flawless skin, her shaved pussy.   Blushing red from her acute embarrassment and convinced they were going to gang rape her, or worse, she heard herself saying “what do you want, please don’t hurt me, what do you want, I have done nothing wrong”.

The officer’s eyes returned to hers.  That remains to be seen.  We have reason to believe you have done something very wrong.  Already terrified from the intrusion into her room and mortified at being held spread eagle and completely nude on the bed by five men she had never met in her life before, a cold fear now hit the pit of her stomach.  “No, no, you have it all wrong, I have not done anything wrong, we are just here on holiday”.  As soon as she said we, she thought she had incriminated Nicky.  She was not thinking logically enough to realise that the men would already be well aware of Nicky’s existence.  “We are not interested in your friend at this point, just you.  We want to ask you some questions and we will expect the right answers.  Otherwise….” His voice tailed off.  As a Captain in the State Secret Police, he had burst into many rooms like this one.  Always at night when the victims were most vulnerable, he enjoyed the power he had over them, enjoyed seeing their fear.  He particularly liked it when they were women, and even better when they were young and pretty like this one.  To find a young, pretty girl completely nude was wonderful.  It was obvious that she thought they would rape and abuse her.  He knew though that his orders were not to harm her in any way, but she did not know that and so he decided there was some more enjoyment yet to be gained from the job.  He scanned her up and down again, and then slowly raised his hand and rested it on her right breast.  She squirmed and looked away from him, aware of her flat girlish chest and the broad smiles of the other men.  “When they ask you the questions I hope you give them the right answers, for your sake,  He tightened his grip, and feeling no tit meat, slowly and lightly brushed his fingers down over her ribs towards her pussy.  He liked small breasts, but he liked tight cunt even more, and he was experienced enough to know that they did not get much tighter than this.  He felt her body tremble beneath his fingers, heard her whimper and draw breath, sucking her tummy into a hollow to escape his touch.  Cindy’s lower stomach was very sensitive, and a light touch would always cause her muscles to spasm.  His hand sank lower and she started to slowly shake her head.  No, please, no she whispered.  He lightly brushed the tips of his fingers over her pussy lips and she was aware of the other men pulling her legs even wider apart, willing him to penetrate her.  He straightened the long index finger of his left hand and Cindy tensed herself for the humiliating thrust as he entered it into her.  Then he took his hand away.  He knew it was more than his jobs worth to disobey such a strict order.  He could still frighten her some more though.  “You see”, he added slowly, we have many ways of making you talk.  Non are pleasant, and all are immensely painful”.  He reached into his uniform pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes.  Shaking one out, he slowly put it in between his lips, and then returning his hand to his pocket, withdrew his lighter and pushed the button.  The large flame burned steadily as he gazed into its shimmering yellow centre.  With his free hand he again stroked the spread lips of Cindy’s bare pussy, whilst slowly lowering the hand holding the burning lighter until it was in between Cindy’s spread legs.  She tried desperately to pull away from the iron grip of the men holding her legs wide apart, tried desperately to close her legs, suddenly realising that he was probably seconds away from touching the flame onto the most tender and sensitive part of her nude body.  Suddenly, he lifted the lighter to his face and lit the cigarette.  Extinguishing the flame he replaced the object in his pocket and drew deeply on the cigarette.  The red hot tip glowed brightly, and he took it from his mouth and stared at it.  Then he lowered it until it was just above her gaping cunt.  All Cindy could say was “noooo please noooo” over and over again, waiting for the searing pain as the glowing end touched her exposed flesh.  Have you any idea what it would feel like if I touched your pussy with this he asked.  Cindy could not speak.  Answer me he snapped.  I don’t know she whispered.  Guess.  It would really hurt.  How much.  A lot, more than I could bear.  Slowly, he moved his hand away and took another drag.  If you do not answer our questions, you will find out just how much pain you can bear, and lighted cigarettes touched to your skin, even on your pussy, will be nothing compared to what they can, and will, do to you      

There were always all sorts of stories going around university campus and once or twice she had heard some students trying to get support for their fight against what they described as the capture and torture of innocent people in South American countries.  Cindy suddenly started to realise what a serious situation she was in.  The Captain stood up and indicated to his men to allow her to do the same.  Her ankles were released and she quickly closed her legs, putting one knee over the other in an attempt to again hide her bald sex.  The men holding her wrists pulled her to her feet and stood holding her arms as the Captain examined her tiny breasts.  Cindy hung her head in embarrassment as he closed his hands over them, playing with the now hard nipples.  He finally stood back.  Put on your clothes he ordered.  She quickly pulled on her short skirt and thin top, grateful for their meagre covering, and then she was led, still barefoot, down the stairs, into the street and pushed into the back of a waiting car.  The drive through the dark deserted streets seemed to last forever, but finally, they turned into the entrance of a large building.  Tall gates banged shut behind them as they pulled Cindy from the car and ushered her inside, along a corridor and through a doorway.  Inside the smallish room was a man sitting at a solitary desk.  She was pushed roughly in front of him and her arms released.  Instinctively, she went to cover herself.  You will put your arms at your sides he snapped.  His voice was hard and cruel, but it was his eyes that frightened her the most, black, cold and completely ruthless.  He looked her up and down.  “Take of your clothes” he ordered.

Please no, she whispered, slowly shaking her head.  “Do it now, or I will have my men rip them off you”.  She knew she had no choice, and with trembling hands she slowly removed her top, more conscious than ever of her tiny tits, and then her skirt.  For the second time that night she stood completely nude in front of a total stranger, trying to shrink her body from his penetrating stare, and again acutely aware of her bald pussy.  His finger reached out to the button on a switch she had not previously noticed and pushed it.  There was no noise, but then the door opened and a soldier entered the room.  He walked up to her and, leering at her nudity, bent and picked up her clothes from the floor.  She tried to cover herself with her hands and arms, but froze at the sound of the man sitting at the desk.  “If you make any attempt to cover yourself, I will have you paraded, naked, through the entire building and then whipped in public” he snapped.  “Now stand with your legs wide apart and let this soldier look at you”.  Starting to cry, she knew she must obey.  The man stared at her completely exposed pussy, just inches from his face, then slowly rose to his feet, all the time with his eyes drinking in the sight of her flawless pale white skin.  He reluctantly left the room.  Please sir, Cindy said in a quavering voice, I have done nothing wrong.  Please may I have my clothes back.  His hand which had slipped below the desk top seemed to re materialise holding a very thin and very flexible whip.  He slammed it down onto the desk top with a crack that made Cindy’s body violently start.  “You will speak only when spoken to and told to reply” he shouted.  “If you speak otherwise, you will feel this on that tender skin” – he caressed the whip, swishing it in the air a couple of times before cracking it down on the desk even louder.  “You are now mine to do with as I wish, and I promise you, you will have no need of clothes”.

Her blood ran cold.  He again reached below the desk and pulled out a bag which Cindy recognised as her missing luggage.  She opened her mouth to speak but remembered just in time what he had said.  “Is this yours” he asked.  “Yes sir” she replied.  Reaching inside he pulled out a large plastic bag of what looked like white powder.  “Then can you tell why this was found inside”.  “I don’t know sir, Cindy said, I don’t even know what it is”.  “So you do not wish to tell me why you were smuggling a bag of pure cocaine into our country he snapped”.  “I wasn’t sir, I swear, I know nothing about it.  Someone must have put it in my bag when it got lost”.  “Your bag did not get lost.  We had it lifted from the aircraft under supervision and this was in it when it was opened”.  “But, but….” she stumbled, now completely at a loss to even imagine what could have happened.  “We know your name Cindy, we know much about you, but we want to know who are your contacts here, and you will tell us”.  Her mind was spinning.  She had lost her luggage, been split from her friend, had armed men burst into her room at the dead of night and leer at, and touch her naked body whilst held down on her bed, been brought to this place and then forced again to strip naked in front of more strangers who had threatened to whip her.  She could not believe this was happening.  “Please sir, please, I know nothing of any drugs.  I hate them.  I have never taken drugs in my life.  Please believe me”.  “I don’t believe you Cindy.  You will tell me everything I want to know – sooner or later – and you can give me the information the easy way or the hard way.  The easy way will mean you will still have to go to jail for what you have done, and unfortunately our prisons are not quite up to European standards, but they will love having such a young and innocent girl to “look after”, he emphasised the last two words.  “The hard way means you will be subjected to whatever “means” necessary to extract the information from you”.  Again he placed emphasis on the word “means”.  “You mean you would… torture me”  Cindy croaked.  He got up and walked slowly round the desk until he was standing in front of her.  He placed his hands gently on her shoulders and then ran them lightly down over her tiny breasts and flat stomach, feeling her body shudder under his touch. He spoke quietly.  “I am a sadist.  I love to torture people, to inflict pain, to hear them scream and beg me to stop.  I enjoy torturing anybody, but most of all I love torturing women, particularly young women, and even more particularly when they have bodies like yours.  I am very very good at it, which is why I am chief interrogator for the State Secret Police.  Have you any idea what I can do to you? I will cause you pain, that you can not begin to imagine”.  His hand went lower touching the lips of her sex.  “Do you really want a red hot poker up your cunt”.  Cindy gasped, her eyes opening wide in sheer terror, her pale slim shoulders hunching forward even more.  “No, you will beg me to stop long before that.  You will promise to do anything for me, and then you will beg me to kill you to make the agony go away.  But of course I will not”.  Cindy slowly started shaking her head.  “No, no, no I am innocent. I have done nothing wrong.  I know nothing of drugs, please please believe me. Plea…...”  “Silence”.  His voice was like the crack of the whip.    He walked back to his desk leaving her standing in tears, her nude body quivering, her shoulders still arched forward, her head lowered, and again pushed the button. The door opened and to uniformed men entered.  “You will come with me.  Bring her”.

South American Adventure

Chapter Three

Cindy’s mind was in turmoil.  Just twenty four hours ago, she had been enjoying a normal student life in a safe and secure country, with no real worries except maybe some exams looming on the horizon.  Now, she was being held captive in a strange and distant country, like an animal, alone and completely naked with no possessions to her name, not even the tiniest rag of clothing.  Sobbing softly, she was lead, one officer holding each arm, along the corridor to a door at the far end.  The interrogator opened it and watched as the two uniformed officers guided her outside.  Daytime temperatures were hot and humid, but at night they seemed to drop and Cindy shuddered when the cold air, hit her.  Goose bumps formed on her skin and her nipples became hard.  Standing by the door was a small truck with a canvass covered top, sides and rear flap, the type that is used for transporting troops.  The rear flap was tied back, and in the dim interior she could just make out straps hanging from bars across the top which supported the canvass.  She was taken to the rear and told to get in.  Very aware of their stares she climbed awkwardly inside, knowing that her bare ass and pussy would be just inches from their eyes as she scrambled up onto the flat truck bed.  She was followed by the two officers who had lead her from the room.  They quickly lifted her arms above her head and attached two of the hanging straps to her wrists.  “Legs apart” they barked the command and she spread her legs wide to the point they indicated so they could attach straps, bolted to the floor, to her ankles.  The Chief Interrogator watched until she was securely tied, and then walked to the front of the truck and got in.  One of her two guards closed the rear flap and they both sat down on benches running along the sides, as the engine was started and the vehicle lurched out of the courtyard and onto the road.  The journey was a nightmare.  At first the truck was driven on relatively smooth surfaces, but then over roads which became rougher and rougher until it seemed that they were little more than tracks.  It was also obvious from the straining engine and slower progress that they were constantly climbing higher and higher.   The vehicle lurched and rocked and Cindy’s body stretched and twisted in her standing spread eagle position.  She remained acutely aware of the men staring at her young, slim and very nude body, her high stretched arms causing her to become completely flat chested but showing off to perfection the  pure white skin stretched tightly over her ribs, her concave stomach, her slim legs and small firm buttocks.  Sometimes, when the truck went over a pothole or round a bend, her bare feet slipped on the steel floor and she hung by her wrists.  To add to her fear and discomfort she became very cold and very aware that she was being taken to somewhere completely unknown, in the nude, and totally at the mercy of both these men, the sadistic interrogator and whatever others would be at her destination.  After what seemed an eternity, the truck slowed and lurched to a stop.  In the silence after the engine was turned off Cindy could hear no other sounds and she guessed they had climbed up into the mountains which surrounded the town.  The flap was opened, her wrists and ankles released, and she was lead to the truck rear.

The men jumped down and then motioned for her to follow.  She crouched down, again very aware of them staring at her nakedness and then jumped, gasping when her bare feet landed on a hard stony surface.  It was now much colder and she was shivering as they took her arms and lead her to the side.  It was dark, but she was aware of the outlines of trees beyond where the truck had parked and some distance away, she could see a building with some dim lights outlining one or two windows.  Expecting to be taken into the building, she was surprised when she was lead to a clearing in front of the truck.  In its headlights, which had been left illuminated, she could make out two tall post about 1.5 metres apart.  She was made to stand in between the posts and ordered to spread her legs wide apart.  Trembling, she did as she was ordered.  The interrogator appeared before her.  Not wide enough he snapped, and kicked her feet even wider apart.  Cuffs attached to ropes, were then put on her ankles and tied to the bottoms of the posts.  Similar cuffs attached to ropes leading up through pulleys fixed to the top of each of the posts were put on her wrists.  Watched by the Chief Interrogator, the guards then pulled on the ropes, raising her wrists and stretching her arms high over her head.  She was now, again, in a standing spread eagle, tightly stretched and completely vulnerable, not knowing who or what lay beyond the glare of the truck lights.  She heard a noise, like some equipment was being prepared, and then saw the outline of the interrogator standing in front of her holding what appeared to be a long tube which he pointed at her.  Suddenly, for a second she thought it was some sort of gun and they were going to shoot her.  She opened her mouth to scream but before much sound came out, there was a noise like running water, and her belly was hit by a jet of freezing cold water under high pressure.  Then she screamed.  It felt like her skin was being stripped from her body and she desperately tried to twist away from the freezing blast, but the ropes held her firmly in position.  Slowly, he directed the jet up her body until it was blasting her tiny breasts,  Gasping and crying from the cold and high pressure, she could only wait until he lowered the lance and felt the high pressure water move slowly back down her chest.  It did not stop at her stomach, but continued down toward her spread legs and pussy.  The pain increased as it got closer, and then it hit her spread slit.  She screamed and twisted in a desperate attempt to get away from the millions of needles that were constantly hitting the most sensitive part of her body.  It seemed to last for ages, but eventually passed on down each leg, hitting her inner thighs with almost as much pain as her pussy and breasts.  For what seemed for ever, but was about 5 minutes, he power washed every inch of her body, back and front, ignoring only her head.  When he finished she hung limply from the wrist cuffs, her head bowed, shivering from the cold and in the full belief that her skin had been blasted away.  The interrogator walked up to her.  We must have you clean and ready to be questioned.  Get used to it, it will become a part of your stay here.  Maybe next time it will be an ice bath.      

Responding to the interrogators command, the guards released her from the cuffs and half supporting her, made her walk down the pebble pathway toward the building, the stones pushing cruelly into the soft sensitive soles of her bare feet.  In the darkness, as they approached, it looked sinister and foreboding, and being taken completely nude into the unknown made her feel more vulnerable and humiliated that ever.  The Interrogator swung open a door and she was pushed roughly inside.  The door closed, she heard a switch being turned on and the corridor was flooded with light leaving Cindy standing, terrified, under the gaze of the three men.  Completely naked, in an unknown place, and under threat, if not promise, of unthinkable torture, she sank into an abyss of total loneliness.  She was guided along the corridor, past closed, heavy looking doors, and down a flight of stone stairs to a cold cellar.  With dread she realised it contained cells across the front of which were steel bars, like the jails in cowboy films.  Positioned outside one of the cells was a small trolley holding a box from which ran what appeared to be wires disappearing through the cell bars.  As she drew level, the men stopped and twisted her toward the cell.  She gasped, not believing what she was seeing.  Tied spreadeagled to the bars by her wrists arms, ankles and lower legs was a young girl, also completely nude.  She was around Cindy’s age and about the same height and build.  Her eyes appeared closed as if she were asleep, and as Cindy stared, transfixed she heard a humming emanate from the box on the trolley.  To her horror the girls eyes flew open, her body convulsed pulling against the straps which bound her, and she screamed loudly causing Cindy to pull against her captors as she recoiled in fright.  As the two men held her even more firmly, the girl went limp and Cindy realised the humming had stopped.  It was then she noticed that the wires leading from the box ran to between the girls widely spread legs.  The interrogator spoke.  This is Carla and she is also reluctant to tell us what we want to know, but she will – sooner or later.  He motioned to the guards and they pushed Cindy up to the bars, and made her crouch down until her eyes were level with the girls crotch.  Like Cindy, she was completely shaved, and plainly visible was the head of what appeared to be a large dildo pushed inside her.  Connected to the head were the wires from the box.  The Interrogator moved a switch on the box and then also lowered himself down, grasping the head of the dildo and in a twisting movement withdrew it harshly from the girls pussy, again causing her to scream with pain.  Cindy’s wide eyes stared unbelievably at the thing in his hand.  The dildo was of a large diameter and made up of what looked like metal bands separated by some sort of plastic material.  The tip had two metal probes on it, spaced apart.  The size though was not the thing that made Cindy feel sick.  All round the length of the dildo, sticking out at right angles, were spikes about half an inch long.  Although Cindy had never had intercourse, she had masturbated, sometimes using a small dildo.  She could not imagine what having something like this thing forced inside her would be like, and even though the spikes had rounded rather than sharp, pointed ends, she was sure they would cause excruciating pain.  He stroked the dildo, almost lovingly.  This is one of our milder tools, but even so very useful and effective.  Its, construction is clever.  The metal bands are of different polarities to ensure the effects of the electric shocks are maximised by distributing them along the entire length of her cunt wall.  The end probes are designed to touch the cervix and can be used to deliver separate shocks or together with the bands.  This in itself is agony, but the spikes add another dimension.  Not only immensely painful when inserted and withdrawn, the current can cause the muscles to contract and the subject tries to impale herself on them, thus adding to the torment.  The electrical generator is also carefully designed to compliment the probes and contacts.  It can be set to deliver shocks of the same length at the same, fixed, intervals apart, or it can be set to deliver different length shocks varying in strength and at varying times apart.  This is the most effective since the victim never knows when they will be shocked, for how long or how strongly.  He stopped.  We must continue.  This prisoner has only been connected for an hour or so, and has at least one more to go.  He positioned the dildo between her legs and pushed it hard back inside her.  Carla gave another agonised scream as the spikes dragged along the abused length of her pussy.  He reconnected the leads and adjusted some settings on the generator.  Two power levels up I think, and a longer average duration.  We will be back later Carla to see if you have something you wish to tell us.  As the soldiers pulled Cindy to her feet, the machine hummed, a deeper more powerful noise which lasted noticeably longer.  An animal like scream erupted from the girls mouth and she thrashed against her bonds.  When it was over, Cindy felt sick to the depths of her stomach.  “How can you do this” she whispered.  “It’s not human”.  His voice was again harsh and cold.  “I told you.  I love it.  I love to hurt people, and I am going to love torturing you.