Alice

                                                  

                            Alice was watching through the chain link fence.  She saw

        Juan approach the border in his fancy car.  It had cost nearly a quarter

        million, but Juan could  afford it.  She watched as he was waved into an

        inspection bay by the customs officers.  The trunk lid went up, and Juan

        was escorted into a low building.  Alice could only wait.

                       Alice and Juan were going to get married.  He was a friend of her

        father,  and she had known him since she was a little girl.  When she was

        seventeen, he asked her to marry him, and she said yes, but they would

        wait until she was eighteen and had finished high school.  When her

        parents were killed, the Bureau of Child Welfare had placed her in a

        group home, and on her eighteenth birthday  they kicked her out.  Juan

        had said he would go immediately to get her.  She said she would find a

        way to meet him at the border.  Now he was in the U.S., but she couldn't

        go to him; so near and yet so far!  She watched and waited.

                       Then she saw Juan again.  He came out of the building,

        handcuffed, and was put into a windowless van and driven away!  Alice

        ran to the exit from the customs station and tried to get in.

                       "You can't come in here, unless you are crossing the border."

                       "You don't understand.  My fianc‚  was in there, and they have

        taken him away.  I've got to find him!"

                       After five minutes of arguing, she finally got into the building,

        where they checked her ID and asked all sorts of questions.  They showed

        her a picture of  Juan, and she identified him.  "He was carrying a lot of

        money."

                       "We are getting married and honeymooning in Las Vegas."

                       "He's being held incommunicado as a suspected terrorist.  I'd

        advise you  to go home and forget about him."

                       "No way!  He's no terrorist.  I love him, and we're getting

        married. Besides, I've nowhere to go.  I have no home, now."

                       "How did you get here?"

                       "I took a bus from Houston and then a taxi to here."

                       "There's no one to take you home?"

                       "There's no one who even knows I'm here."

                       They left her alone in a room for a while.  Then a man and

        woman, not in uniform, came in.  "Last chance.  Will you get lost and

        forget about Juan?"

                       "No!  I'll do anything I can to get him free."

                       They  handcuffed her, and led her to another windowless van.

        "Wait a minute!  Am I under arrest?"

                       "You are a material witness, maybe an accomplice.  If you

        cooperate with  us, maybe it will help get your lover freed, well, deported

        instead of jailed for  life."

                       "I want to talk to a lawyer."

                       The woman laughed.  "No one knows we have you.  If you don't

        cooperate... well, it could go very badly for both of you."  They

        blindfolded her  before she was taken from the van and led down some

        steps and though a maze of  corridors.  The blindfold  was not removed

        until she was in a windowless room,  actually, a kind of cellar, almost a

        dungeon.  "Tell us what target your lover was going to bomb.  We found

        explosives in the trunk of his car, underneath the spare tire."

                       "You're crazy.  Juan's no terrorist."

                       "You won't cooperate."

                       "No, not to tell you lies."

                       The woman sat on the edge of a desk.  "Cigarette?"

                       "No."

                       She lit one, even though government buildings are supposed to

        be smoke-free.  "Your lover-boy isn't cooperating either.  Now, under the

        civil forfeiture  laws, we're going to seize the money and the car, but it's a

        lot cleaner if we have his confession.  If you both cooperate, he probably

        won't have to face a military  tribunal, and possible death, as a terrorist.  It

        may be he'll just be deported, and  you can join him abroad, if you want

        to.  Now, the situation is very simple.  The bleeding-heart civil libertarians

        insist that he be kept under 24-hour television surveillance, so that we

        can't torture a confession out of him.  However, no one  knows you are

        here, so we can torture a confession out of you, if you don't voluntarily

        incriminate him.  All you have to do is tell us you will cooperate."

                       "No."

                       The woman pressed a button, and two more men entered the

        room with lights and television equipment.  The woman got on a phone.

        "Can the prisoner see the TV monitor outside his cell?"  She paused for

        the answer.  "And there's  no way the surveillance camera will show what

        he's watching? ...OK."  She put down the phone and pointed the camera at

        Alice.  "OK, loser," she said, "we've  got your blonde girl friend.  Either

        you cooperate and confess or we'll make her confess.  You can watch what

        happens.  It won't be nice to watch, if you really  love her, but we'll stop

        interrogating her as soon as you sign a confession.  OK?"

                  Of course there was no reply.  One of the men removed the

        handcuffs, leaving Alice standing there in front of a TV camera.  "Alice,

        tell us how long you have  known about your fianc‚'s being a terrorist."

        Alice just shook her head.  "Alice, take off your clothes.  Show your lover

        your naked body."

                       "No!"

                       The woman nodded and the three men grabbed Alice by her arms

        and held  her, while the woman cut the blouse from sleeves to collar and

        pulled it away, exposing Alice's lacy bra.  She undid the waist band of the

        skirt, and it fell away,  revealing skimpy panties.  "Must I go on, Alice?

        Just tell me you will cooperate."

                  Alice said nothing.  She was determined not to betray her fianc‚.  It

        took only  seconds to cut away the bra and panties, exposing Alice's girlish

        breasts and  wispy blonde pubic hair.  "Are you a virgin, Alice?"

                       "Yes."

                       "Hey, loser, your fiancee says she's a virgin.  You don't want that

        to change, do you, before you are married?  No, of course not.  Not yet.

        Don't wait too long before you confess."  The men buckled padded leather

        cuffs on Alice's  wrists and ankles.   Motors whirred and cables came

        down from the ceiling, which the men attached to the cuffs.

                       Alice was really frightened now, but she would not betray Juan.

        She  watched as the woman pressed more buttons.  The motors whirred,

        and Alice hung from her wrists.  More whirring, and her feet were raised

        shoulder high and pulled apart until Alice felt as if her hips would

        dislocate.  The TV camera was  staring right at her exposed vulva.   The

        woman picked up a black strap and  showed it to the camera.  Then, like a

        striking snake, it whipped down on Alice's  upturned labia.  Alice shrieked

        in pain.  "Are you going to cooperate?"  Alice shook her head. Meanwhile,

        the men removed her shoes.  "Loser," the woman  said to the camera, "We

        play by the same rules as the Spanish Inquisition.  Don't  make 'em bleed

        or break 'em up to the point where they can't be seen in public.   You like

        your honey's twat?  That whispy blond hair?  I think we'll work on the  

        twat a while, while you think about when you will confess."  She used the

        strap four more times, leaving Alice blubbering and her labia bright red.

        One of the men handed her a pan, and she showed it to the camera.  "Hot

        wax, loser."  She  poured the wax over Alice's mons and vulva, while

        Alice gritted her teeth and tried not to scream.  It was hot, but not

        blistering hot.  They waited a while, as the  wax cooled.  Then Alice

        yelped, as the woman ripped the wax off, taking all the pubic hair with it.

        "Isn't that pretty, loser?  Like a little girl's.  Alice, have you ever been

        eaten out?"  Alice shook her head.  "Well, surely you masturbate."

                  Again Alice shook her head.  "My, loser, what an innocent creature

        she is...was."  The woman took a hose and played the stream of water over

        Alice's naked  labia.  She aimed it at her vagina, and Alice screamed as

        the water pressure  distended her very private place, where nothing bigger

        than a tampon had been  before.  Then she played the stream a little

        higher, letting the water impinge on Alice's clitoral hood.  "Ah, ah ,ah, oh,

        oh, please stop!  Oh, ahhh, please!  Ah, nooo!" vocalized Alice, as she

        jerked her legs and hips, trying to avoid the water.

                  The woman placed her hand on Alice's mount of Venus, now

        hairless, and directed the stream between the labia so it ran like a river

        down a canyon.  No  matter how much Alice thrashed around, the end of

        the hose moved with her, and the water was relentless.  "Ah! Oh! Oh, no!

        Oh, God! Ahhh!" cried Alice, as she  went limp and hung quietly.

                       "Well, loser, it seems she's a responsive little slut, don't you

        think?  Well, she's not here to have fun."  The woman turned off the water

        and held up for the  camera a vaguely dildo shaped device.  "The old

        inquisitors called this the agony  pear.  See how it works" She twisted the

        shaft, and the other end opened out like the petals  of an opening flower

        increasing in diameter three or four times.  "I  could use my fist," she said,

        collapsing the device, "but this is so high-tech.  Last chance, loser, to

        confess, before your virgin's cunt gets stretched."

                       "Noooo!" wailed Alice as the pear was pushed inside her.

        "Ahhh!" she screamed as it expanded inside her, pressing a stream of urine

        from her flattened  bladder.

                       "There, there, it doesn't hurt that much, does it?  You are just

        humiliated to know that your lover is watching, aren't you, you cunt?"

        The woman pressed a similar device  into Alice's anus.  Even lubricated,

        she had to push hard, and Alice screamed.  "Oh, come on.  It's no bigger

        than shit."  When it was fully  inserted, the woman expanded it.  There

        was no way it would come out.  Alice  writhed with the discomfort of two

        swollen things in her pelvis, one pressing the  back of her pubic arch, and

        causing strange, unfamiliar sensations in the G-spot she didn't know she

        had, while the other was hard against her tail bone and seemingly locked

        against the one in her vagina.  She wondered if she wasn't  being damaged,

        internally.  Would she bleed, when they came out?  "Last chance  for a

        while, Alice, to agree to cooperate.  OK, you'll just have to hope that loser

        of a lover of yours says he'll confess."  The woman pushed a third pear

        into Alice's mouth and expanded it until Alice thought her jaw might

        break.  She  certainly couldn't talk or breathe through her mouth, except

        for whistling gasps of  air through the hollow core of the pear.

                       "Now, loser, comes the interesting part, what the inquisitors

        called the  water torment.  We've improved on it a bit, in that we can apply

        it at both ends."

                  The woman inserted a hose into the pear in Alice's rectum and

        another into the pear in her mouth, forcing her to breath through her nose.

        The hoses connected to  water pumps, controlled by buttons on the desk.

        A man grabbed Alice's hair and pulled her head back.  The woman pushed

        a button, and water filled Alice's  mouth, cutting off her air!  Desperately,

        Alice swallowed the cold water, until she could gasp for air.  By now,

        however, cold water was flooding into her rectum.

                  She didn't have long to reflect on that, however, because she was

        again choking on a mouth full of water, and it was all she could do to

        swallow fast enough to breathe at all.  Again and again the water forced

        its way into her mouth, and she had to desperately swallow or drown.  Her

        stomach  rebelled, threatening to vomit the water back up her throat,

        where it would surely fill her lungs and kill her!  Every swallow was

        desperate, and painful.  Her stomach was distended, her belly visibly

        bulging outward.

                       At last there was a respite, a few seconds when she could

        breathe, though she couldn't breath deeply as her swollen stomach forced

        her diaphram upward,  compressing her lungs.  She was suddenly aware of

        the awful pains in her  abdomen.  The cold water from the other pump had

        forced its way higher and  higher in her colon, contributing to the swelling

        of her belly, the disappearance of  her waistline, it seemed.  The cramping

        was incredible.  "Loser, are you watching  how your little honey is

        swelling up like a balloon?  Plead guilty as charged, and we'll stop."  The

        water in her guts continued to gurgle on its way toward her  stomach, and

        the choking water in her mouth resumed the torment of forced swallowing

        and gasping.  Something went wrong, and Alice felt the water entering her

        lungs, shortly before she lost consciousness.

                       When she awoke, she was hanging upside down from her ankles,

        with the sting of puke in her nasal passages.  A mask and tracheal tube

        forced air into her lungs.  The pears in her vagina and rectum had been

        removed, and the awful pain of stretched stomach and intestines was

        relieved.  "She's back among the living," said the woman," as she removed

        the mask.  "Are you willing to sign a confession, how you and your lover

        conspired to assassinate the President with a bomb?"

                       With a groan, Alice replied: "No."  She could imagine what a

        military  tribunal would do to Juan if they had such a confession.  As she

        hung, upside down, the men put a sort of wide belt or narrow waist

        cincher around her middle  and tightened it painfully until she again had

        to breathe with difficulty.  The  pressure forced the last of the fluid from

        her bowels; she could feel the warm stuff dribbling down the crack of her

        ass and dripping off her back.  The men hooked her wrist cuffs to the back

        of the belt, pulled her elbows together with some sort of strap,  and then

        lowered her to the hard, wet concrete floor.  They  hauled her to her feet

        and faced her toward the camera.

                       "Your bride to be is remarkably loyal, loser.  She still won't

        confess and implicate you.  Of course. She's not the bride you thought you

        were getting.  It will be a while before her vagina tightens up again, but so

        far she's still technically a virgin.  You want her to stay that way, don't

        you?  Think about it.  You are going to confess and plead guilty sooner or

        later.  Shouldn't you do it  sooner, and spare her pain and suffering? While

        we wait, we'll just prepare her for further interrogation."

                       The men brought out a platform on casters with a sort of short

        vertical wall in the middle of it.  They forced Alice to stand on the

        platform  and hooked  her ankle cuffs to rings at the ends of the wall,

        spreading her legs in a wide vee.  Her arms, of course, were immobile,

        behind her back.  The woman placed clamps  and chains on Alice's

        nipples and used them to pull the tearful victim forward.

                  Alice's  knees bumped into the wall, and she had to bend at the

        waist and double over as her stretched breasts were hauled down by the

        chains, which were  ultimately fastened on the far side of the wall, roughly

        opposite her knees.  That left Alice with her rump uppermost.  With her

        thighs so widely spread, her anus and the puffy peach of her swollen labia,

        still red from their beating earlier, were  fully exposed.  The men turned

        the platform around so that the TV could get a good view, zooming in for

        a close-up.  Alice could see, if she raised her head, a  monitor which

        pictured her most private parts.

                       "Hey, loser, do you know what these are?"  The woman, wearing

        gloves,  held up a bunch of long, green plants which looked something

        like marijuana in the wild.  "These are stinging nettles, better torture

        through chemistry.  The  stems, and to some extent the leaves, are covered

        with tiny silica needles, which are filled, under pressure,  with a mixture

        of natural chemicals, histamine, which causes swelling and itching, and

        various neurotransmitters, which make the  nerves much more sensitive.

        That way, the pain is greater, but the bruising is less.

                  The needles, of course, can readily penetrate bare skin, and they

        break off inside, injecting the chemicals where they do the most harm, or

        good, from our point of  view."  She dragged one of the stems between the

        labia and up the crack between the buttocks.  Alice screamed, as a bright

        pink rash appeared.  "Ready to cooperate, loser?"  Methodically, she

        lashed the buttocks and inside the thighs, while Alice gritted her teeth and

        tried to stifle her groans.  Her skin burned and stung and itched, all at the

        same time.

                       When the nettles were reduced to limp, smashed uselessness, the

        woman displayed the reddened skin of her victim and then began to beat

        the same areas,  thighs and buttocks, with a long, whippy riding crop, cane

        covered with leather.  Each methodical blow left a red weal and evoked a

        cry of pain from Alice, who  tried to be stoic but could not contain her

        anguish.  The woman did not stop until the overlapping stripes made the

        entire area red.  "Loser," she said, "your bride to be, if you still want her, is

        really suffering on your behalf.  Any time, she could  have stopped her

        suffering by denouncing you.  Alice, have you anything you  would like to

        say to the man who has been watching you suffer?"  Alice shook  her

        head, no.

                       "Well," said the woman, "if we beat her more, she'll be bruised

        for days, and we don't want her showing off her bruises, do we?  Which

        one is going to break first?"  The woman produced two metal rods, with

        silvery balls on one end  and wires from the other.  She held them up to

        the camera.  "Here's a device the  inquisition didn't have.  It's very good

        for ruining a girl without drawing blood."

                  She inserted one ball into Alice's vagina and the other popped

        through the well stretched anus.  Then she went to the desk and started

        pressing buttons.

                       "Ungh!" exclaimed Alice, as electricity coursed through the

        muscles in the walls of her vagina and rectum, making them contract

        more forcefully than  they ever had before.  Each succeeding shock made

        Alice scream involuntarily, as  the organs of her pelvis contracted

        uncontrollably.  The pain was frightening, but, to Alice's surprise, the

        shocks triggered orgasms, flooding her brain with  endorphins and

        feelings of pleasure.  She stopped screaming and drifted into what is

        sometimes called sub-space, a sort of transcendental condition beyond

        pain.

                       Alice "woke up", aware that the shocks had stopped, but her

        tortured  muscles ached.  "Last chance, loser, to marry a virgin," said the

        woman.  Just  then, Alice felt a pressure on her anus.  The wall prevented

        her from seeing her  rapist, until she looked up at the television monitor.

        As her unresisting anus  stretched, for the muscles were flaccid from

        fatigue after the electrical torture,  she felt a monstrous penis penetrating

        her body, and she could watch it happening  on the monitor.  Really, she

        was past caring.  What more could they do to her?

                       Her rapist ejaculated into her bowels and pulled out, dripping

        cum.  The  next man plunged his prod into her worn-out vagina, which

        provided no resistance at all.  Alice was hardly aware of the internal

        friction, such as it was.  The pressure of his balls against her chemically

        tortured labia caused more pain.  It seemed to take a long time before the

        man dumped his load of semen in her  well fucked cunt. Two more men

        had their way with her, humiliating her, making  her wonder if Juan would

        ever want her after she was used goods, but she could  not find it painful

        or pleasurable.  They were just doing things to her body, and  she was sort

        of detached, uncaring.

                       When the men were done, the woman raped her with a special

        strap-on dildo, huge, with all sorts of projections on it.  Somehow, that

        tickled her nettle-sensitized clitoris, and Alice had a wild orgasm, actually

        losing consciousness.  As she began to regain her senses, she heard a

        phone ringing.

                       "Yes," said the woman, "he's cooperating, then."  She turned to

        Alice and lifted her head by pulling on her hair.  "See, you stupid slut, all

        that suffering and  refusing to confess was for nothing.  We got what we

        want from him."  She  approached Alice with a big needle and syringe and

        injected her.  Alice lost consciousness again.

                       Alice awoke, naked but covered by a sheet, on a bed in a grungy

        room.  Juan was there beside her.  "Where are we?" she said.

                       "In Mexico.  We're safe, but I don't think either one of use had

        better  return to the U.S., ever."

                       "I'm sorry, Juan.  They were able to use me to make you

        confess."

                       "No, you were magnificent, my darling."

                       "I'm not a virgin anymore.  Do you still want me?"

                       "Yes, of course, more than ever.  As soon as we can, we'll get

        married."

                       "How did we get here?  Aren't they prosecuting you for

        terrorism?  Trying to assassinate the President?"

                       "No.  They never had a case, not without a confession."

                       "Then how is it we're free?"

                       "I figured it out, finally, when I realized they must have planted

        the  evidence themselves.  Money talks, and, even in the U.S., government

        agents can be bought.  As soon as my attorney delivered the cash, the case

        was dismissed and  all the records were destroyed.  Well, almost all."

        Alice looked up at him questioningly.  "If I am ever tempted to get tired of

        you, my love, or ever doubt  how lucky I am to have you, I'll have this to

        remind me."  He held up a tape  cassette labeled, "Alice under torture".

       

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