Cruel Island – A Mantok Story

Eighteen-year-old Mandy Jones had a secret.

Looking at her aunt, Judy Morgan, and her aunt’s friend, Angie Crawford, chatting ahead of her in the queue at Mantok Airport made her hot and excited all over again as she remembered what she’d seen at the hotel last night. She didn’t like or trust Judy and things had been worse since Ms Crawford had appeared. But now she knew something that might give her a bit o f advantage for a change.

She’d thought of nothing else on the flight from Jakarta, As usual she’d been back in coach while they’d smiled and made nothing noises and gone forward to business class leaving her on her own. On arrival she’d only been able to spy on the two of them briefly as they’d trekked along those horrible long corridors before joining the line in the hot, airless hall waiting for the formalities of passport control and security.

In her mind’s eye her aunt wasn’t standing in a queue just in front of her wearing a thin cotton dress, hair in a neat ponytail with gold-strapped sandals on her manicured feet. What Mandy saw was Judy’s naked body, the bronze tan emphasised by the paler shadows left by her bikini as she knelt with knees wide apart on the carpet of the hotel room.

Mandy could see that her aunt’s dress was tight across the top emphasising the swell of her breasts. She watched the way the taut material jiggled and moved as her aunt walked ahead of her with Angie and she remembered last night. Then Judy’s hands had been tied behind her back with the belt from one of the complimentary bathrobes but she had been arching forward so Mandy had seen every detail of those full breasts with their soft brown caps and long stiff nipples. Judy’s eyes had been closed with pleasure as she stretched her lips round the already wet shaft of a thick plastic cock.

Back in the heat and sweat of the line Mandy’s eyes flicked across to Ms Crawford (‘but you call me Angie, Honey.’) Last night confirmed Mandy’s mixed feelings about her. On the one hand she was always touching Mandy…like offering to rub on sunscreen at the pool last week and that made Mandy all excited. On the other hand Mandy was more than a little afraid of her. Her manner was aggressive, even when she was trying to be nice. It wasn’t just the way she dressed, or the jet-black hair cut very short, but the hard, knowing expression and the way she always took charge; making Judy do everything she suggested.

Mandy squirmed because she knew with a mixture of fear and excitement that very soon Angie Crawford was going to take charge rather than just watch when she was being punished. The thought of being caned by Angie was frightening… but thinking about what would happen afterwards with two of them playing with her made her shiver with a different kind of excitement. She’d seen the way Angie looked at her…and could imagine how it would feel if she was the one being forced to ride that thick, black dildo…making her cum…and cum again…until she was screaming for Angie to stop.

Today Angie was wearing designer jeans and a blue linen shirt. Last evening she had been standing over Aunt Judy, fingers twisted in her blonde hair as she controlled how Judy licked and sucked that gleaming black shaft. Mandy shivered and pressed her thighs together as she though about that stolen view of Angela’s slim, dancer’s body gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat, the muscles showing in strong relief as she stood with her back arched and hips thrust forwards.

Just for a moment she wondered what it might be like to be controlled like that…forced to do all those things that she really wanted to do anyway…

Mandy knew Angie’s deep bronze tan was even all over with no trace of bikini marks because, like Judy, she’d been naked. Naked that is, apart from the straps of the harness fastened tightly round her waist and between her legs that held the eight inch dildo jutting up and out for her lover’s attentions. ‘Oh yes, that’s it, babe, make it all wet and slippery…think of where that’s going to slide in sooo easily in a moment…all the way up inside, just like you want…that’s right, isn’t it baby…’

Mandy hadn’t meant to spy, really she hadn’t…but the connecting door was ajar and when she’d heard Ms Crawford’s voice she’d naturally taken a peek ‘cause she’d thought that Ms Crawford was in her own room down the corridor…and then she’d just stayed and stayed…watching the whole thing.

After a few minutes Angie Crawford pushed Judy away so she rolled onto her side. As Judy struggled to get up again Angie sprawled back in the upholstered chair by the window. She’d run her finger up and down the slippery, wet rod that stuck up like a blunt spear from her groin. ‘C’mon fuckslut, stop just lying there, come and take a ride. You know you want to…’

Mandy touched herself briefly, feeling a sudden sexual tingle as she remembered how she’d used two fingers up inside at first with long deep strokes then changing to just one finger vibrating her clit while watching her aunt struggle to her feet. Then, when Judy finally managed to straddle Angie’s hips and slowly impale herself on the thick black rod she just had to cum.

But, that hadn’t been the best bit. She squeezed her thighs tightly together thinking about how she’d rested her head on the door frame to get her breath back but had gone on watching and playing with her cunt as Angie went on fucking her aunt with that plastic rod until she made Judy cum so hard she screamed aloud. But the really good bit was when Angie took off the harness, pushed Judy flat on the floor and started to ride her face. That was when she’d cum for the second time and…

…Mandy’s hot dream was interrupted as the queue moved forward. She wiped beads of sweat from her forehead and shuffled up using one foot to push her bag against her aunt’s case. She was bored, hot and tired but getting more and more nervous the longer the wait went on. She was very conscious of the arrogant stares and swaggering rudeness of the Mantok police and security officials who seemed to be everywhere.

She’d seen them looking at her and was wishing that she’d worn something a bit more concealing than brief shorts and a loose fitting tee shirt. Even worse she’d been so roused but what she’d seen last night that she’d decided to do without a bra so she could feel the added thrill of the material rubbing against her stiff nipples as she moved. The only good thing was at the top was so loose and baggy that it helped to cover up just how hard and prominent they were as a result of her sex dreams.

Suddenly, there were raised voices and shouting at the Security Control desk ahead of her. A moment later she watched an attractive middle-aged coloured women in a smart, charcoal grey business outfit and cream blouse being taken away, her high heels clattering on the tiled floor as the uniformed guards holding her arms tightly hurried her along. The woman was still shouting something as they forced her away but her words stopped abruptly. Mandy thought she saw one of the men hit her but couldn’t be sure. As they went past she was close enough to see that the woman was looking both angry and frightened…and that she was crying.

She tried not to watch or think about what had happened and just tugged at the hem of her shorts. She noticed that her aunt and Angie had seen the incident too and were whispering to each other and looking worried. Mandy didn’t really understand what they were arguing about, or why they were getting so worried over someone else’s problems but she knew things were going wrong..

They hadn’t originally planned to come here at all and still weren’t happy about it. She’d overheard Angie say something about Mantok being ‘a fucking awful place if you’re caught’. But it was because something had gone badly wrong in Jakarta. Some business deal that Judy and Angie were involved in had meant they had to take something to Mantok and meet someone there whether they liked it or not. Mandy didn’t know anything about it and every time she’d asked one of them she’d been brushed off with ‘it’s private business, honey.’

Mandy saw one of the security men looking across at them. He seemed to be studying Judy and Angie’s reactions and was very interested in the two of them. She was about to tell Judy when the man looked away and bent down to talk to someone else. Angie and Judy were still whispering to each other when the line moved forwards and it was their turn at Security. Mandy decided not to say anything but let them get a little ahead as they were waved forwards.

Judy and Angie put their bags on the scanner and walked through the detector in turn. Mandy gave a sigh of relief as both of them went through without a bleep. But, she had been so busy watching Angie and Judy that she didn’t notice the knowing grins and comments between the two women officers on the other side of the gate who were both looking at her. Neither did Mandy see one of them step on a concealed floor switch as she walked through the detector.

‘Beeeeeeeep!’

Mandy went bright red as the beep went off and one of the women in a white blouse and black uniform skirt and wearing latex gloves pointed to tell her to stand to the side.

‘Sorry, I don’t know what… I haven’t got a watch or a belt.’ She showed her bare wrist and lifted her tee shirt to show the lady who just smiled.

‘No worry…just step over here and put your arms out. Must check you all over – for security.’ Mandy could herself getting all red and hot as the woman stood close then ran her hands along her arms. She gasped as the woman felt under each arm then touched her breasts. The security guard smiled as she realised that the teenager was naked beneath the baggy tee shirt.  The smiled widened at the girl’s reaction. She waited a moment then deliberately stroked her fingertips across the eighteen year old’s stiff nipples. She gave the left one a little tweak ‘Not got any pretty rings here then?’

‘Aaaaah…n-n-no, no…nuh-nuthing’

‘Pity, they’re sitting up and taking notice though…I like that in a girl.’ Before the teenager could reply the hands moved lower. Mandy sighed, half relief and half disappointment, when the woman briskly felt down one leg then the other. Then, ‘Just one more place to check’, she said. Latex covered fingers probed between Mandy’s thighs, one finger slightly hooked so it pressed up into the slit of her cunt. The eighteen year old gasped again at the intrusion, her face flushing bright red hoping that the woman didn’t notice how warm and wet she was.

The woman had.

Mandy whimpered with excitement as she felt the woman grip the covered bulge of her cunt gently between forefinger and thumb, pressing the lips together. ‘No piercing, no rings here either?’ She moved her fingers very slowly to and fro so the slippery lips rubbed against each other. The woman smiled as she watched the girl shivering and blushing with a mixture of fear and growing excitement.

Mandy Jones could only shake her head, not trusting herself to speak.

The woman’s fingers played with the girl’s cunt lips for a few more moments the she smiled. ‘OK, you’re clear…have a nice stay with us.’ The woman smiled again and lifted her fingers to her nose. ‘It’s always a pleasure to welcome a beautiful young lady to Mantok…have a good day.’ Mandy stumbled and nearly fell over in her haste to collect her backpack from the belt.

Behind her there was amused laughter and she could hear the woman saying something to her companion. Even though she couldn’t make out the words she just knew they were talking about her. She felt another hot flush sweeping through her but this time it wasn’t just embarrassment, it was excitement too. She’d been so worked up remembering what she’d seen last night that the woman had nearly made her cum just with those few touches.

It was only when she managed to take a couple of deep breaths and calm down a little that she realised that neither Judy nor Angie Crawford were anywhere in sight. In fact there was no one around at all apart from the one who’d searched her, the other woman and two other security men.

‘You go that way, darling,’ the coloured woman who’d searched her said with a smile. ‘Just keep on going and the exit’s marked.’ She paused and looked at the eighteen year old with an even bigger smile. ‘Unless you were waiting for me to get of duty?’

“No, no it’s not like that, please…the two ladies in front of me…where did they go?’

‘Why?’ The woman’s voice changed instantly at Mandy’s question and there was a suddenly a harder, more official tone in her voice with a real edge to it.

‘I-I-I’m s-s-supposed to be with them. Judy Morgan, she’s my Aunt…and the other lady is her friend Ms Crawford.’

Her words seemed to cause confusion among the security staff. The woman snapped, ‘Wait here’ and went over to the one Mandy thought was a senior officer and they started looking at all sorts of documents and papers.

She thought she heard him say. ‘That’s not the names we have…the ones she gave you are different…’ Then he said something about, ‘looks like she wasn’t sitting with them either…maybe she’s not in on it?’ Finally the officer looked at her and the woman who’d searched her took Mandy over to him. He spent ten minutes questioning her about all sorts of things. He seemed very interested in the relationship between Judy and Angie Crawford. Mandy tried not to say she knew they were lesbians and lovers but the man seemed to know they were more than just friends already.

Mandy didn’t let on but she knew that Judy had been involved with some kind of police enquiry a year of so ago although nothing had even gone to court. That was when she’d first met Angie Crawford. Mandy only knew because of what she’d overheard one evening when they were talking about ‘arranging new documents’. She thought that Angie had been in prison because there’d been some problems with their documents when they’d been away on another trip last year without Mandy.

He kept asking her about Judy and Angie’s names…was she sure that’s what they were called? Mandy got quite upset and frightened because all the security people were looking at her like she was some kind of criminal or terrorist or something. She tried to say that they were all just on their way home from a holiday but no one was listening and they just didn’t seem to believe anything she said.

Finally the officer flicked his fingers towards a plain door with a ‘Restricted’ sign on it. Mandy was too confused and upset to complain when one of the men picked up her backpack and pointed at the door. She was too far away to hear the instructions that the senior officer was giving to the woman who’d searched her originally. 

‘You look after her, Lieutenant. No mistakes…and no loose ends.  We’ve got at least 48 hours.’ He turned to the other man. ‘I want all those documents checked again…all of them…and fucking well do it properly this time!’ Turning back to the Lieutenant he added, ‘keep it soft for the moment. If she’s unhelpful maybe we’ll let her see what’s happening to the others and I’ll bet she’ll be only too willing to co-operate. I’ll inform Colonel Telak. He’ll probably want to question her. I know that he intends to interrogate the other two personally.’ All three of them nodded, their expressions of cruel amusement making it clear they knew that the two women would not enjoy the kind of attention they were going to receive at the Colonel’s hands.

‘Of course, my pleasure, Sir.’

‘Have a care, Lieutenant, if she is clean then we don’t want any complaints… especially from the Americans.’

The woman smiled and lifted her fingers to her nose. If she’d read the signs right there would be great pleasure…some pain too…but no complaints. Miss Mandy Jones might not be in school at present but here in Mantok she was going to receive a very special and adult education over the next few days.

Behind the door was a long, wide corridor. Pale cream-painted cinderblock walls with door at intervals down each side led to a T-junction at the end. Everything looked somehow military and official, Mandy thought, stencilled information signs everywhere, painted lines, no pictures or bright comfortable touches at all. The only colour was the scarlet of the fire extinguishers. Even the carpet was a drab flecked grey pattern. But she did notice that the doors down one side looked like they were made of metal and that they had big brass key plates and covered viewing ports at eye level.

‘In here,’ Mandy looked round, it was the woman who’d searched her. She was holding open a door on the other side of the corridor. ‘Sit there, put your bag on the table.’ This room was plain. The décor was just more cream paint, no windows and a picture of a man in ceremonial robes on the wall opposite the door. There was a table with two plastic chairs to one side. The woman pointed to one of the chairs, ‘There.’

Mandy obeyed, trying to control her growing fear and stop her legs from trembling. Her backpack was dumped onto the table and the woman started to take things out. Mandy went red again when the woman found her spare thong and stretched it across her hand so she could see how sheer and tiny the vee of material was. ‘Mmm, nice…just like you’re wearing I bet?’

Mandy could only nod her head, feeling the heat from her cheeks as the woman tossed the panties onto the rest of her clothes. She went even redder when she saw the woman looking through her toilet bag because she remembered what else was in there.

The little ‘pocket rocket’ vibrator was pink and looked like a large lipstick but the woman smiled broadly when she picked it up. She turned it on and held the end with the little pointed nodules against the pad of her forefinger as the hornet buzzing filled the silence. ‘Well well, grown up toys too.’ She turned it off. ‘Got a boyfriend, Mandy?’

Mandy shook her head. ‘Not at the moment…I-I did but we…s-s-plit up. I don’t…’

The woman looked at her with a knowing smile, ‘…don’t like boys as much as the girls. I’m right, aren’t I? Little Mandy likes the ladies but she’s scared to say so.’ She watched as the eighteen year old went red and looked down at the desk. ‘Your Aunt and her friend have some difficult questions to answer.’ Her voice hardened. ‘When I talk you look at me, Miss Jones!’ Mandy jerked up. ‘That’s better. This is not a game. It’s a matter of security and as you will find out we take security very, very seriously in Mantok. My boss, Colonel Telak wants answers and he’s very good at getting people to talk.’

She paused and leaned forward so she could stroke her fingers down the line of the girl’s jaw. She could feel the tremor in the girl’s cheek as she touched her skin. One finger traced down her neck and over the slope of the teenager’s left breast. ‘I mean making them talk, Mandy…doing things to them…’ The finger circled the girl’s nipple. ‘Very unpleasant things… I expect you can imagine the places on a woman’s body he would use.’ The finger circled harder and Mandy shivered with a mixture of terror and excitement. ‘So, you can talk to me, Mandy nice and easy, or do I need to take you to Colonel Telak?  Which is it to be?

‘P-please…I-I-I’ll tell you what I know…but I don’t really know anything.’

‘Let’s find out, shall we.’ The Lieutenant sat back and took out a small digital recorder.

‘Yes…I mean, yes Lieutenant.’

‘Better.’ She pressed record and swiftly gave the basic interview information. ‘Now what do you know about this trip that has brought you to Mantok?’ Slowly the Lieutenant led Mandy through the details of the trip. She realised very quickly that although the girl may have been suspicious that something was not right, she had never been involved or even had a clue about what was going on.

The clincher was that she just looked blank when she was asked if she knew a Donna Blake or a Mary Phillips. Mandy Jones was no actress and her reaction, shaking her head as she said that the names meant nothing, was obviously not faked. The Lieutenant didn’t tell her that these were the names on the passports Judy and Angie had been using, or that the Mantok Internal Security Force knew those passports were forged.

After half an hour the Lieutenant changed her approach and started asking more personal details of Mandy’s life at home in the states. Bit by bit she heard all about how her father had died when she was still a baby; that her mother had died in a car crash but that Judy, who had been driving, had survived unhurt. How Judy had moved into the apartment only weeks later ‘too look after her’ even though she had no real rights as it had been left to Mandy alone.

Finally Mandy told her how angry Judy had been when she discovered that all of Mandy’s inheritance money was tied up and that Mandy only received a small allowance and there was no way anyone, not even Mandy, could get at the capital until she was eighteen. ‘Do you like your Aunt?’ That was the question where Mandy finally had enough of protecting the person who had bullied and controlled her for the past nine months.

‘No, no I don’t.’ She whispered. ‘I think that she’s just trying to get my money and that she thinks I’m stupid and she can do what she wants to me because I’m only eighteen.’ Slowly the rest of the story came out… Mandy’s fear of Judy’s temper and Judy’s strict discipline regime. Not just being told off or grounded but being caned naked on her bottom for even the most stupid little things.

But she didn’t tell the Lieutenant her real secret shame. The shame of the excitement she felt when she was being punished… or the different, special kind of excitement from what Judy did to her afterwards… and what she did in private. But Mandy needn’t have bothered. The Lieutenant was an expert in punishing young girls for pleasure and knew all about Mandy’s feelings simply by watching the girl’s face as she told her story.

Mandy also told her about Angie…and how Angie’s arrival had made things even worse. How sometimes she was nice, buying her clothes and things. Mandy said that the thongs had been Angie’s idea. But mostly she frightened Mandy, like the times she joined in the punishment sessions…holding Mandy down and bent in position over the chair back while Judy used the cane…ordering Judy that ‘she could take another six’ while Mandy pleaded and screamed…and got wetter and hotter with each stroke.

The Lieutenant probed further. Did Mandy know her aunt and Angie were lesbians? Did they have sex with Mandy? Was that part of the punishments and canings? She smiled to herself listening to the stammering, red-faced answers. It was obvious that both were having fun with the caning and humiliation of their teenage slave. Even though she wasn’t actually admitting it, Lieutenant Mahindra was certain those punishment games had already moved to actually sex with one or both of them making Mandy cum more than once as they groomed the teenager for threesomes with them in the future.

Mandy tried to answer the stream of questions as best she could but really knew very little about Angie Crawford. ‘But I know she doesn’t like needles,’ she said suddenly. ‘Once Judy suggested that they should get tattoos done and Angie went all funny and said she hated needles, that’s all.’

The Lieutenant went back to asking about the holiday. ‘Are you sure that there was nothing else…nothing that you saw or heard. Think hard, Mandy, anything you remember at the hotel or the airport even… it’s very important.’

Mandy tried very hard. ‘No, nothing at all…Oh!’ She stopped and scrabbled among the things from her bag littered across the tabletop. ‘It was when we were waiting in the departure lounge. Judy took a call and scribbled something down. She showed it to Angie and just said ‘Is thatOK?’ And Angie nodded. Then she screwed up the paper and threw it on the table. I picked it up with all the other bits thinking there would be a bin to put them in but there wasn’t so I shoved them in my bag till later…ah!’

She pulled out small crumpled up paper bag, opened it and tipped out a jumble of empty sugar sachets, crisp packets and tag ends of boarding cards. She sorted through it for a moment then gave the Lieutenant a small screwed up piece of paper.

‘Wdayselima420…’ she read, ‘and this was all…nothing else, no other words?’

‘I think Angie said “at theplace”…and Judy nodded…at least I think it was “place”… but I may have misheard ‘cos I wasn’t really listening. Sorry, that was when we walked down to board.’

The Lieutenant stared at the paper for a few moments then suddenly yelled and grabbed the recorder as a guard appeared in the doorway. ‘See she stays here. She talks to no-one, except me or Colonel Telak, clear?’

The Lieutenant disappeared leaving Mandy alone.

*****

Angie Crawford had lost her sandals and her shirt was pulled out from her jeans but she was still clothed when the guards pushed her into the windowless interrogation room. She couldn’t do much to tidy herself up as her hands were still tied behind her back. She knew things were bad because no one had really touched her or asked her any questions…so far. There’d been few slaps and one or two nasty probing fingers pinching her breasts or groping between her thighs as she’d been taken away from the airport but that was all.

The room was hot. There was a chair and a small table to one side. The floor was concrete, painted a dull red. But all Angie Crawford could look at was that other chair, the one in the middle of the room.

She could see every detail very clearly because there were two strong spotlights on stands pointing straight at the middle of the room. It was made of wood, old, dark wood, very solid, very strong. Just four legs and an open back with two uprights and plain top bar, but the more she looked at it, the more frightened she got. The most obvious thing that was wrong with it was that there was no seat in the chair, just an open space where a seat should be. Neither was there any front bar joining the top of the front legs, the bar was lower, about halfway down. She shuddered so there was nothing in the way she thought.

She tried not to look at the other things, the bolts securing the legs to the concrete floor, the metal strengthening pieces on each joint and, worst of all, the straps that hung from points on the frame.

The rattle of the door opening made her jump and twist round. Two people came into the room, a man and a woman. She’d heard stories and been warned about the Sultan of Mantok’s security service, horrible stories about what they did to people to get the information they wanted. She knew instantly that these two were Internal Security, not police. They looked different to the guards holding her, they were better dressed, the man in dark trousers and a crisp white shirt, the woman in a short black skirt and a short-sleeved white blouse.

Somehow she knew instantly that it was the man who mattered, the dangerous one. There were gold rings on his fingers, an expensive gold watch on his left wrist and a heavy gold chain on the right. Angie Crawford shivered and looked away as he studied her with a cruel unblinking gaze as though she were some kind of interesting specimen in the lab.

She glanced at the woman and shivered again. She was excited, aroused by what was happening. Angie could read the signs, the look in her eyes, the parted lips…and the way her nipples were erect, like blunt spikes tenting the fine silk of her blouse. She was getting her kicks from this…and what was going to happen.

The man put a file on the desk and spent a few moments lighting a cigarette. ‘Now let’s see, Mary Phillips…it is Mary Phillips isn’t it?’ His English was good with only a trace of accent. Without waiting for her to reply he took the United States passport out of the file, looked at Angie then studied the picture for some moments. ‘A reasonable likeness…for these kind of pictures anyway,’ he said tossing the passport down on the desktop. ‘But I’m not convinced, perhaps I should call you Angie Crawford? After all your young travelling companion seems to think that is your name…so which is it…Mary Phillips or Angie Crawford?’

‘Mary, Mary Phillips…just like it says in that passport. I’m Mary Phillips…never heard of any Angie Crawford…this is all a mistake. You’ve got the wrong person. Some stupid fuck up with another passenger I expect. So, now you can undo do my hands and take me back to my hotel.’

The man smiled at her, it was not a nice smile and carried a sense of menace and cruel pleasure. ‘No, not yet, we have things to discuss,’ he paused. ‘My name is Colonel Telak.’ Angie couldn’t stop the sudden indrawn breath as she heard the name. Telak, he was the one Selim had warned her about, the Sultan’s Head of Internal Security. ‘Ah, I see you know my name. That’s interesting…I have nothing to do with ordinary, innocent tourists.’

‘That’s right…people like me an innocent, AMERICAN tourist who is going to be telling the Embassy all about this fucking outrage!’ Angie Crawford tried to sound angry, twisting and trying to break free but the two men just grinned as they held her easily. When she stopped struggling Colonel Telak held up his hand and made a quick motion with one finger. There was a brief ‘snick’ and one of the guards cut the nylon cuff freeing her hands. Angie gasped in relief. She bent forwards rubbing her wrists and trying to ease the pain from the dull red weals the nylon band had cut into her flesh.

‘That’s better, you can stop all these pointless threats and pretence.’ The Colonel nodded at the passport. ‘That document is false and your real name is not Mary Phillips but Angie Crawford.’ He paused and looked at the woman who was staring at him in growing fear and shaking her head. ‘Oh yes, we’ve checked these things already. But you met people in Jakarta…more important, you plan to meet others here in Mantok and that is what I want to know…who are these people? If you are the innocent tourist you claim to be you’ll tell me now, otherwise…

Angie didn’t let him finish. ‘I’ve told you… My name is Mary Phillips and I’m here on holiday with my friend, Donna, Donna Blake.’ She babbled the words trying not to look across at the torture chair with its straps. ‘You know all about her too I expect, since you’ve got her too.’

‘Oh yes, Ms Morgan…I’m sorry, Miss Blake, will be questioned in due course. Odd that there is no record of any passport of that number in that name…or any name at all…according to your Embassy.’ He flicked the one on the desk. ‘Exactly the same problem as this one.’ He leaned forward, his voice bitingly cold and quiet. ‘So stop playing games you stupid bitch…tell us or things will become very unpleasant indeed for you.’

She tried to stare back but had to look away and even as she spoke her voice trembled a little. ‘Y-you can f-fuck off, Colonel, I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

‘Oh but I think you do…and it’s what I think that matters.’ He looked at her for another moment. ‘So I’d like continue with you in that chair behind you. But before we make you comfortable you need to remove your clothes.’

‘WHAT! Is that how you get your kicks. I’m a tourist…an American citizen you can’t make me strip like some criminal!’

‘You have a choice,’ he said calmly.  ‘Do it yourself or I will tell my men to strip you as roughly and painfully as they like.  Look at them, I assure you they will enjoy doing that very much,’ he paused, ‘and they have had a great deal of practice.’ Angie looked at the two heavily muscled thugs holding her upper arms and saw the hot, sadistic excitement in their eyes.

The Colonel smiled in satisfaction as he saw the American obey, undoing the buttons of her shirt. Colonel Telak nodded and flicked his fingers at the two guards. They stepped away leaving her alone. She started and half turned as she felt them release her arms. ‘No, don’t try anything stupid, Ms Crawford, just do it.’

Angie Crawford didn’t look at anyone as she finished unbuttoning her shirt letting it hang open. After a few moments she reached up and pushed it off her shoulders so it fell at her feet. She was still fairly decent, although her lacy black bra did little to conceal the firm globes from her interrogators.  She caught a glimpse of the woman staring at her breasts, her expression excited and predatory. Angie Crawford recognised her arousal and half turned away trying to shield herself as she fiddled with the clasp behind her back. It came free suddenly and she instinctively cupped her hands over her breasts as the bra joined the shirt at her feet free leaving her naked from the waist up.

‘That’s better, now the jeans…otherwise they will do it for you,’ came the quiet reminder from Colonel Telak. She couldn’t do anything the shield herself because she needed both hands to unfasten the button and zip of her jeans. Of course, the tightness of the fabric meant that she then had to struggle even more in front of those cruel, sadistic watchers to work the tightly fitting fabric down over her hips.

Hopping around off balance while trying to free her feet from her jeans meant she could do nothing to stop her big breasts bouncing and jiggling wildly with every movement. There was more coarse laughter and obscene comments from the guards as they watched the American woman struggling to obey the Colonel’s orders and giving them such a fine show in the process.

Finally she kicked her jeans off and stood shivering and naked except for a very brief and high riding thong that barely covered her cunt, It was made of shiny black material now pasted to her like a second skin and in her efforts to get out of her jeans the cord had ridden up between her buttocks.

The woman stepped forwards. ‘Perhaps, I might assist, Colonel?’ There was an amused nod from Colonel Telak who was mildly surprised that Lieutenant Chandra had managed to keep her hands off the American woman this long. She stroked Angie Crawford’s shoulder and laughed when she jerked away. ‘Careful, now let’s have a look at you…put your hands behind your head!’

‘Fuck off!’

‘SPLATTT!’ The Lieutenant’s open hand slapped against the American’s cheek with a sound like a shot.

‘You fucking bitch!’ Angie Crawford screamed as she staggered sideways holding the side of her cheek. ‘You can’t…GAAAAAARF!’ This time it was the Lieutenant’s clenched fist that slammed into her unprotected abdomen, dropping her to the floor with a single agonised gasp.

Lieutenant Toni Chandra rested one foot on the shuddering woman’s neck. ‘Oh yes I can…now, you have ten seconds to be on your feet with your hands behind your head!’

The American woman got to her feet slowly, wincing and gasping as she tried to catch her breath. The left side of her face was bright red and there was a dull red mark across the tanned skin of her abdomen. Grit and dirt speckled the sweat-slick skin of her legs and breasts. Keeping an eye on the Lieutenant she lifted her arms and laced her fingers behind her head. There were sniggers from the guards as they watched her jutting breasts bobbing and jiggling as she obeyed orders.

‘Get your elbows back…right back…and stand up…let the Colonel see what an American terrorist looks like.’ Angie Crawford gasped and twisted round to stare at the two of them. She screamed, elbows jerking as she tried to shake her head. ‘No…no that’s wrong…I’m a tourist…told you…Mary Phillips…look at the passport!’

The Lieutenant moved closer. She smiled and traced one finger down the jutting curve of the American’s left breast. ‘It’s false, you heard the Colonel.’ She licked her lips, ‘but you’ll talk.’ Her fingertip stroked the woman’s nipple so it stiffened and jutted even more. ‘The electricity will make these so sore you’ll think they are going to burst.’ She paused and looked into Angie Crawford’s eyes. ‘Even someone like you won’t stand that for long.’ The Lieutenant smiled as she saw the mixture of hate and anger behind the fear in the American’s expression.

‘Piss off!’

‘They must be important,’ the Lieutenant ignored the comment as her hand traced lower. ‘These men…very important that you have to protect them, yes?’ Her fingers cupped the taut bulge of shiny fabric. She crooked her fingers, ‘and after the nipples…think what we will do to you down here.’ Her fingers moved pressing up into the woman’s slit, ‘without these panties of course so we can play with your cunt and anus, right up inside too. Of course, the more you resist...’ Her fingers moved again, pressing and stroking until the American moaned and twisted, hips thrusting forwards at the unwanted sensations, ‘the more fun it is for me…’

Suddenly, Angie Crawford broke and swept her arms down, slapping the Lieutenants probing finger away then reaching for her throat with a scream of rage. ‘YOU FUCKING BITCH I’LL FUCKING KIL… GAAARRGH!’

She hit the floor with a thud and the slap of wet flesh on concrete. In her anger she had completely forgotten the two guards. Even as she brought her hands down one smashed his fist into her back and the other kicked her feet from under her. They twisted her arms behind her and she cried out in pain as one of them cinched another cruel nylon tie tight around her wrists. Lieutenant Chandra looked at the semiconscious figure on the floor at her feet and lifted her fingertips to her nose, inhaling the scent of another woman’s arousal.

Colonel Telak nodded at his men. ‘Enough…get her ready.’

*****

Mandy Jones tried to ignore the presence of the man with the gun sitting by the door. He didn’t do anything... but she knew that he was staring at her legs. She tried to ignore him but her shorts were so brief that they’d ridden up to nearly the tops of her thighs and she didn’t want to stand up and adjust them with him there. She did get up once intending to move and sit on the other side of the table but a quick, sharp order and a gun pointed in her direction quickly made her change her mind.

Finally the woman Lieutenant returned with another man, a very senior officer from the way the guard snapped to attention. ‘Miss Jones…Mandy, I can call you Mandy can’t I?’ The man said. ‘My name is Colonel Telak and I am in charge of security in Mantok. I want to ask you about something you told the Lieutenant…’

Mandy stood up. ‘Please, what’s happening? Where are Judy and Angie? Are they in trouble? What am I going to do about getting home?’ She took a step away from the table and she caught sight of the guard moving forward from the corner of her eye but the Colonel waved him away. He let her get close then lifted one hand and cupped her chin staring hard into her eyes.

‘My questions first, I think.’ He smiled but it didn’t touch his eyes and Mandy shivered at his touch. Are you sure, quite sure about this note you picked up…that it was written by your aunt as she took that phone call?’ His grip tightened and he lifted her chin so she was forced to look into his eyes.

She shivered and tried to nod but he held her head still. ‘Y-Yes…, her voice cracked, throat dry and hoarse from fear, ‘but it was an accident…I didn’t mean to pick it up it was just with the other rubbish…Please, that’s the truth.’

‘And this word ‘place’? Now why should your Aunt nod when Ms Crawford said place I wonder?’ He let her chin go and Mandy looked down and gasped with relief. Almost casually he asked, ‘where were you supposed to be staying in Mantok? Which hotel?’

‘The P-Palace…the Mantok Palace…I think…at least that’s what Judy said.’

The Colonel nodded in satisfaction and walked over to the door where the Lieutenant was waiting. His orders were quiet but very clear, ‘Call Captain Shastra, he is to take a team over to the Mantok Palace. Tell him to check the bookings for the names we have…’ He looked back at where the eighteen year old stood awkwardly watching them; biting her lip with anxiety. ‘He is to check for the name Jones as well. I want complete coverage of any rooms booked in those names for the next 24 hours at least. Anyone visiting those rooms he is to bring them in’

He thought for a moment. It was late afternoon now and tomorrow was Wednesday. ‘In particular, I want room 420 covered. Same thing as the others…anyone in there or visiting…bring them in and Lieutenant, tell him that I said quietly…no fuss, no guns, nothing...understand? You can tell him that if there are any fuck-ups I will be…displeased.’

The Lieutenant snapped to attention, saluted and left the room. Colonel Telak walked back to where the girl waited.

‘These two people…the Lieutenant says that they have not been nice to you, even though one of them says she is your aunt…is that true?’ Mandy nodded, scared stiff by the man’s hard stare and quiet, menacing voice. ‘Or are you really working with them and are now trying to get yourself out of trouble young lady?’ He waited for a moment as she gasped and shook her head in vigorous denial. ‘No? Very well, but I think you like being punished, don’t you Mandy…a little pain gives you great pleasure?’ He stroked the side of her face at her and watched the flush of truthful embarrassment spread up her neck until her cheeks burned red.

‘P-please…what I told you is true, the note and everything I said. What will you do to them? What will I do? What’s going to happen to me??’

Your Aunt and Ms Crawford have been taken to a special prison for further questioning – it’s a national security matter now. That is not your business.’ His hand moved downwards fingers stroking the curve of her breast until he touched her nipple, showing like a small blunt spike under the thin cotton tee shirt. ‘It is easy to get pain and pleasure mixed up Mandy.’ She gasped as shivered with excitement as he pressed and rolled the tip of her breast under his forefinger.

‘For your sake I hope you are telling me the truth, Mandy... or you will find that pleasure can turn into pain very quickly indeed.’ He gripped her nipple between forefinger and thumb and squeezed hard. ‘Like this.’

‘Naaaaah! P-p-please…hah…Nah…P-please!’

The Colonel watched the tears forming in the corners of the blonde teenager’s eyes and smiled in private enjoyment at the way her mouth opened wide with shock at the sudden unexpected agony of his grip on that one sensitive point of her body. He shook his wrist gently watching her face as the needles of pain lanced through her breast. His hand twisted and lifted her onto tiptoe.

‘That hurts, doesn’t it?’ He waited for the frantic agreement. ‘Good, it was meant to. Lieutenant Mahindra will show you what we do to ladies who don’t tell me the truth. Watch carefully and learn the lesson from what you see, Miss Jones, otherwise it will be you…and you would not like that at all I can assure you.’ He let her go and she bent over clutching her breast.

‘Oh God! Oh Fuck! You didn’t need to do that! I told you everything already.’

His fingers flicked across her cheek, hard enough to sting and bring her upright with real tears of anger in her eyes. ‘Stupid! How dare you speak to me like that! It seems your manners need attention too. You have no idea of what you are involved in, Miss Jones. I suggest that you do not test my patience and find out.’ He was about to add something else when Lieutenant Mahindra knocked and re-entered the small room.

‘All will be done as you ordered, Colonel.’

‘Good, thank you, Lieutenant,’ a brief, cruel smile flickered across his thin lips as he looked at the tear-streaked face of the teenager, one hand cradling her breast. ‘I think Miss Jones understands things now but I want her to see what happens to people who refuse to co-operate with us. Let her see a full interrogation session.’

‘And later, Sir, do you want me to arrange accommodation for her?’

‘No, I want her kept secure and out of the way.’ He looked at the girl’s tight-fitting shorts, long bare legs and the way her stiff nipples showed as two obvious hard peaks under her tee shirt, He smiled knowingly. ‘I’m sure you will be more that willing to see she has some close personal attention…and Lieutenant,’ he paused and that cruel smile touched his lips again. ‘I want her reminded of the need for respect.’ He paused and studied the eighteen year old trembling in front of them. ‘I’m sure that you will have no problem in administering suitable punishment. You have my permission to be as severe as necessary...I suspect that she may even enjoy the experience…’

“Yes Sir, thank you,Sir,’ Lieutenant Mahindra smiled, I quite understand.’

‘I’m sure you do, Lieutenant. Thank you, the information and assistance has been most helpful…just remember, no lasting marks, please.’

With that Colonel Telak turned and left the room taking the armed guard with him.

*****

Angie Crawford was whimpering not shouting now; just making desperate, wet noises because they had forced a ring gag into her mouth before strapping it tightly behind her head so any sounds came out as a kind of gobbling dribble.

Once gagged the guards took their time, enjoying the opportunities for touching and fondling the nearly naked woman. She was pushed backward and forced against the chair. She tried to fight, jerking and twisting her upper body but with her arms tied behind her it was a wild, useless effort. Her bound arms were roughly lifted over the chair back then they pushed her down.

With no seat she was forced to sit astride the chair’s sidebars. She was left there, muscles quivering with the strain of trying to hold the position while the men used other straps above each elbow and round the vertical bars of the chair back to immobilise her arms, forcing her to arch her body backwards so her breasts jutted out even more prominently.

Only then did they turn their attentions to her legs. Two or three casually brutal kicks were enough for Angie to get the message that they wanted her sitting on the bars with her thighs wide apart. As soon as she obeyed one of them held her left knee out while the other positioned a strap round both her upper thigh and the wooden side bar. He took his time, using his strength to buckle the wide leather tightly so the flesh bulged up on each side. Then they did the same with her right leg.

Spread open like that there was nothing she could do to resist when they fastened cuffs round her ankles before doubling them up against her thighs and clipping the cuffs to metal rings fixed to the base of the seat where it joined the back.

With the woman strapped in the position they wanted one of the guards walked in front of her. He reached out and grabbed one breast in each hand. Grinning through broken teeth he waited until she was staring down at his thick fingers pressing into her flesh. He licked his lips and began to squeeze.

‘Googh…p-p-p-pleeege…O-oon’t…Hooh…gaaah…gooo…PLEEG! GOOOGH!’

Grins turned to laughter as the American gobbled and dribbled through her gag. The man toyed with her, squeezing and twisting the sensitive mounds to make her cry out even more. Finally he took a fresh grip, twisted his wrists and lifted his arms. Angie Crawford arched back screaming wetly through a spray of saliva as she was lifted by her breasts

‘Enough,’ the Colonel said quietly and the guard gave the American’s breasts a final, contemptuous smack before stepping back leaving her exposed and helpless under glare of the lights. ‘Lieutenant, you usually like to do this bit…’

‘Glo…gleeeg…glaaah…glop…glo…GLO! gleeeg…GLOP! GLEEEGH!’

Lieutenant Chandra smiled as the American bubbled and drooled in panic. She squatted down, one hand on the woman’s knee for support then gently stroked the taut, black fabric between the splayed thighs with her other hand. It was not just cruel pleasure, although Toni Chandra really enjoyed this part of her work. As she played with the woman’s cunt the American surged and bucked, trying desperately to avoid the invasion of her fingers and bring her legs together. Both the lieutenant and the colonel watched carefully. Both checking to see that the restraints were secure and that there was nothing the woman could do to interfere with the torture to come.

The American’s eyes went wide in terror as the Lieutenant produced a small knife. ‘I don’t think we need these any more, do you?’ she said sliding the blade under the waistband of Angie’s thong on the right side. She moved her hand and the blade sliced through the fabric. Another quick cut on the other side and the Lieutenant slowly pulled the ruined waistband down.

‘Gooo…pleeegg…doon glo aeh naaaahs…pleeegg!’

She ignored the pleas and peeled the black triangle of cloth away then tugged the cord free from between Angie’s buttocks. ‘Like to sunbathe naked then, I see,’ Toni Chandra murmured as she looked at the American’s smooth mound and the plump, naked lips of her cunt. ‘All ready for us too…’ There was another bust of bubbling despair as she slid her forefinger between the lips. ‘You’ll tell us everything,’ and licked her own lips with an evil smile, ‘but not too soon I hope.’ She pinched the woman’s clitoris between finger and thumb, watching how much she was able to lift and thrust her hips forward as she screamed in pain.

‘I think she needs a belly strap, just to keep her down, Sir,’ she said, Colonel Telak nodded and the guards hurried to fasten a broad leather belt round Angie’s abdomen, just above the crease of her hips before buckling it tightly round the back of the chair. The Lieutenant reached into the woman’s slit again and used her fingernails to scrape across the swollen clitoris. This time the bubbling scream was louder but she was unable to lift herself up. ‘That’s better,’ her fingers moved and Angie squealed again. ‘She’s all ready for us now.’

Colonel Telak walked over and looked down at her. Her tongue showed in the black circle of the gag as she bucked and tried not to dribble when he ran his fingers along the delicate skin from her underarm down her ribs. ‘Soon it will be much, much worse,’ he said. ‘That is if you’re still refusing to tell us the names, of course.’ He paused, ‘remember what the Lieutenant told you…well, any change of mind?

Angie Crawford shook her head, drops of sweat flicking off her black hair and stared up at her tormentor. She didn’t say anything but Colonel Telak saw the angry determination in her eyes. This one would take time…and a little personal information. ‘I have to talk to you companion…Ms Morgan…sorry, Miss Blake as you insist I call her, so I will leave you to think about things for the moment while the men relax.’ He turned without waiting for an answer and gave some rapid instructions in a language Angie couldn’t understand. Then, both he and the Lieutenant left the room.

When the door clicked shut both men were stripped naked in seconds, laughing and joking as the jostled each other in their efforts to be first. Angie Crawford twisted and fought to try and see what was happening…and then stared in sheer disbelief and panic as she saw the two naked guards moving towards her.

The one who’d gagged her grabbed a handful of hair and twisted her head back and to the side, half bending over her face so he could wipe the end of his cock across the wet trails of saliva dribbling from her mouth. He crouched, shuffling close to the side of the chair until he had the angle right. He gripped Angie’s hair even tighter, using it as a handle to twist her head to where he wanted it then slowly pushed the slick purple head of his cock into the open hole of the ring gag.

‘Glooooo…glaaaaaah…gluh…GLOOOO!’  

The muffled cries changed tone and intensity as he slowly pushed deeper into her mouth. He grinned as she bucked frantically beneath him, desperately trying to suck in enough air round the thick shaft now plugging her mouth and throat. ‘She like it…I can tell, man,’ he said, pulling back before slowly pushing into the warm wet cavity. ‘Oh yeah…use that tongue, baby…jus’ there…yeaaaah.’

The other guard watched his friend, stroking his cock to full erection as he did so, enjoying the view as he waited for his turn.

His friend thrust deeper, enjoying the sensations as she writhed and fought uselessly to prevent the suffocating impalement. The man took his time, letting her struggles stimulate his cock even more, waiting until she was on the edge of suffocation from the penis lodged deep in her throat. Then, at the last minute he pulled back while she shuddered and gasped for air. To add to her torment, the second guard amused himself by seeing how many thick fingers he could force up into her vagina…. and then into her anus

‘GLOOOOO! PLEEG…PLEEEEG! GLAAAAAAAH!’

The men exchanged looks and broad, white smiles as the pinioned figure on the chair between them bubbled and screamed as her anus was stretched wide by three male fingers. The noises rose in pitch and intensity when he rocked his hand and worked his fingers inside the warm, moist sheath of her rectum.

‘Yeah! Do that again, man…her tongue went wild just then,’ his friend urged, shifting position slightly so as to fuck her mouth a little faster without catching himself on the hard edge of the plastic ring gag too much. His friend pulled his fingers out…waited for a moment…and then rammed them up into her defenceless body again.

The underground room filled with the sharp, acrid smell of sweating male bodies overlaid with the reek of sex. The only sounds were their panting gasps of pleasure and the rhythmic, bubbling anguish of the American woman as she was fucked mercilessly in her mouth and finger fucked in her anus.

The guard using her mouth suddenly hunched forward and yelled out in triumph as he tensed with the sudden spasms of cumming. He held the pose for a few moments, hips jerking twice, three times as he let the final spurts of semen fill Angie Crawford’s mouth. The sounds she was making took on a thicker, more glutinous quality as semen and saliva mixed and bubbled round his softening cock as she fought to breathe through the pain.

She had no chance to recover. The other man was there, twisting her head the other way then forcing his shorter, thicker cock through the ring gag. He was not going to wait any longer and immediately started driving in and out ignoring the American’s desperate struggles for air.

‘Watch it…the Colonel wouldn’t like it if you choked her…’ The other guard warned him. They both laughed, as he pulled free, letting her breathe and clear her throat. It was only a brief respite but he was careful to slide his cock back into her mouth more slowly this time, giving her an opportunity to take a full breath first.

That was until she felt the coarse fingers of the first guard pinching and probing the sensitive folds of her cunt. She jerked as he found her clitoris. In turn the other gasped and jerked as she tried to scream but only succeed in lashing her tongue even harder around the head of the penis filling her mouth.

Tormenting her clit made her respond even more frantically and it was only a couple of minutes before the extra stimulation was too much. Angie Crawford found her mouth filled with another thick ejaculation. Unlike his friend, the guard kept his cock deep inside her mouth while the sticky gobbets oozed from the edges of the gag but finally the stimulus of her tongue wriggling under the rim of his cock was too much and he pulled free, gasping with the effort and pleasure of cumming.

Neither said anything, as they got dressed, totally ignoring the figure bound to the chair. The only sounds in the hot foetid room were the American woman’s snorting and gobbling noises as she tried to clear her throat and breathe freely at the same time.

*****

‘Turn round!’ Mandy Jones blinked and stared at the Lieutenant. With one hand she still cupped her breast where the Colonel had pinched the nipple so viciously. ‘Do as you’re told…you don’t want to upset me and the Colonel again do you?’ Lieutenant Mahindra gripped the girl’s shoulder and spun her round. ‘Now, stop whimpering and put your hands behind you.’

‘Wha…I …but why…what are you doing…please?’ Despite the questions and half-hearted protest the Lieutenant smiled when she saw the girl doing as she’d been told. She held the slim wrists together and slipped the nylon tie over them.

‘Regulations,’ she grinned happily at the girl’s gasp of pain as she pulled the nylon restraint tight. ‘Every detainee must be cuffed when being moved. But you’re lucky, some of the others would gag you too but I’m feeling generous. The other rule is silence…understood?’ She waited for the nod. ‘ Right, this comes next.’ Mandy’s world went dark instantly as the Lieutenant pulled the black cotton hood down over her head.

She struggled and gasped, panicking and taking huge gasping breaths that only sucked the thick cotton harder against her mouth and nose. She staggered off balance, there was a burst of coarse laughter close by and she squealed in shock as male hands grabbed her arms. Fingers probed and pinched her breasts and bottom and there were more laughter and crude comments as the men discovered that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Mandy twisted and bucked madly trying to break free of their grip but she could do nothing as her breasts were squeezed and pinched unmercifully…naturally the unseen fingers concentrated on flicking and pinching her nipples. Despite the warnings about silence from the Lieutenant the teenager yelled and screamed at them to stop, her cries only muffled a bit by the material of the hood.

‘No…NO…STOP IT! Leave me alone you bastards…no…fuck off...LEAVE ME ALONE! NO… STOP I…GAAH-OUFF!!’

‘No marks I hope?’ Lieutenant Mahindra used one toe to roll the over as she lay on the floor winded from the punch to her abdomen. She looked at the two grinning guards and nodded. ‘OK, put her in the car…and leave her alone, that’s Colonel Telak’s orders, Felipe, so don’t fuck about with her at all!’

By the time she had recovered from the blow to her stomach Mandy Jones was in the back of a car and heading away from Mantok airport. No one saw her leave and no one cared.

Fifteen minutes later she was pulled from the car, hurried across a patch of concrete and gravel and down a flight of stairs. In the struggles she had lost both her shoes and her toes were sore and scratched from the gravel and where she had stubbed them on the sharp edges of the stairs. Finally she was pushed against a wall face first.

There was another exchange in a language she couldn’t understand. Fingers wormed between her bottom cheeks and pinched her…hard. She squealed and gasped, jerking forwards so her breasts squashed into the wall. In the stinking darkness her face burned with a mixture of embarrassment and fear at the crude laughter and comments that followed her reaction.

Then the hands stopped groping her body and she heard voices and footsteps moving away. She gasped and blinked the sweat from her eyes as the hood was pulled off. Her face was beet red, wet with perspiration and her blonde hair plastered down across her cheeks and forehead. Just for a few moments she was unable to see anything, screwing up her eyes against the glare after being in hot, stifling darkness for almost an hour.

When she was able to see a bit more clearly only Lieutenant Mahindra was standing next to her, but with a grim, hard look on her face. ‘Don’t say anything! I warned you about your behaviour…luckily for you Colonel Telak left strict orders about your treatment. This way…’ She took Mandy’s left arm and pulled her along the corridor. Mandy stared round in fear as she was forced along, panicking at what was going to happen next.

Even the corridor looked threatening, battered grey vinyl tiles on the floor, dull green paint on the walls to shoulder height then a grubby cream colour above with fluorescent tubes spaced at wide intervals along the ceiling so they left pools of dimness between each one and the next. There were doors down each side. The ones they passed had big locks and little covered hatches at eye level.

The air was stiflingly hot and humid. Already perspiring and frightened Mandy could feel new trickles of sweat running down her body and face. Her tee shirt was wet and sticking to her damp skin. Without looking she knew that it was pasted to her body so anyone could tell that she wore nothing underneath. But the corridor was not just hot, it smelled horrible too, a mixture of hot sweaty bodies, cigarette smoke and other odours Mandy recognised but couldn’t place.

A single door, painted a dull red colour, closed the way across the end of the corridor. It was open just a little bit letting a bright line of light shine across the floor. Mandy Jones could hear the murmur of voices, men’s voices coming from the room. She couldn’t understand what was being said but it was clear the Lieutenant did because she was listening and smiling. Mandy jerked in shock as there was a sudden sharp burst of shouting and the sound of a slap. The Lieutenant’s grip on her arm tightened. ‘Listen…don’t speak’

Before the girl could reply there was a sudden silence in the room beyond then there was a wet ‘thwick’ sound and a piercing scream split the air. Mandy jerked in shock and panic. The scream went on and on. Unable to cover her ears, Mandy buried her face in the Lieutenant’s shoulder, biting her lip and shivering with terror at the noise.

Lieutenant Mahindra pushed the girl upright, opened the door on the left of the corridor and pulled her inside. She smiled and her fingers gripped the girl’s jaw forcing her to look up. ‘You don’t like to hear that? It’ll get worse, but that’s part of the lesson. Come here.’ The door closed behind them with a cushioned thud. The room was small and plain, just a table against one wall and three cheap plastic chairs in the middle of the room.

All the chairs were facing the wall on the right of the door. The wall had a curtain pulled across it. The lieutenant let go and pushed Mandy across the room. ‘Stand behind that middle chair…don’t move and look at the curtain.’ As Mandy obeyed there was a click and the ceiling lights went out leaving only two dim security lights on. The Lieutenant pressed another switch and, for a moment, nothing happened.Then, the curtain drew backslowly.

As it did so Mandy felt the Lieutenant move close behind her. ‘This is what we do to people who won’t talk, Mandy Jones…people like your Aunt and her friend. When we need to know things…and they won’t tell us, then sometimes we have to use harder methods to get answers.’ The lieutenant’s hands gripped the girl’s arms, holding her still as the observation window was revealed, a window looking straight into that other, awful room at the end of the corridor.

At first Mandy couldn’t really understand what she was looking at. The room she could see into was small but very bright because there were big, powerful lights in the ceiling shining down onto the side of the room nearest them leaving the rest in shadow. It was crowded too; there were at least half a dozen men, some in uniform, some in shirtsleeves, half seen in the dimness but with the glare it difficult to sure.

Then Mandy looked at the lighted area.

‘Oh God…no…please…no…I don’t want to see this…please.’ She turned her head away.

‘Too fucking bad…’ Strong fingers gripped her hair and twisted so she was forced to face the window again. ‘The only choice you’ve got is to watch from here…or join that one in there…’

The eighteen year old stared into the interrogation room. ‘That one’ was the coloured woman she had last seen being taken away by security guards at the airport. At the airport she had looked slim, elegant and had been expensively dressed. Now Mandy was able to see every detail of her well-toned body because the smart executive style jacket and skirt; the cream blouse, stockings and high heels were all gone, as were her bra and panties. But the woman had not just been stripped naked. She had been strapped down in such a way that she was completely exposed to the sadistic, hot gaze of the men beyond the lights.

There was nothing she could do about it because of the way she had been bound onto a chair-like frame. It looked horribly crude and strong, just a pair of upright metal poles that ran from floor to ceiling about six inches apart. About three feet from the floor two other bars stuck out, one from each of the upright poles, angled outwards and upwards so they formed a wide sloping V.

The woman had been made to sit astride those jutting bars, the upward angle ensuring that not only were her thighs splayed wide apart but that her knees were raised higher than her hips so the crease of her cunt and anus was held as wide open as possible.  Thick straps high up round each thigh kept them tight against the bars, preventing her from closing her legs at all.

If that wasn’t enough, her lower legs had been doubled up against her bottom with her ankles strapped tight against the bars where they joined the uprights. She was so exposed that Mandy could the see the darker, almost black, lips of the women’s cunt, the pink inner folds where her slit gaped open and the dark whorl of her anus.

The teenager also saw that the woman not only had a good figure but her breasts were still high and firm. That was because the woman’s arms had been strapped behind her back and round the uprights, not just at the wrists but she could see they’d buckled a second strap just above her elbows to force them together. The position was making her brace her shoulders back painfully hard so her breasts jutted out as though she was deliberately displaying them to the men sitting in the darkness watching her torture. Like her cunt lips, the tips were so dark that they looked almost black.

She was sweating hard, her dark brown skin gleamed with wetness under the lights and she had been crying too because little trickles of tears marked her cheeks and the upper slopes of her breasts. Mandy though that she’d bitten her lip or been hit in the mouth because there was blood and thin lines of mucus coating her lips and drooling down onto her breasts and stomach.

The teenager shivered, wondering what they were doing to her to make her scream like that? She looked again and bit her lip as she realised that they had been torturing her breasts, the tips looked shiny and very sore, the skin so taut and swollen so her nipples stood out like rounded spikes.

‘P-p-please…w-w-what are they d-doing to her?’ She whispered.

‘She won’t co-operate…it’s her own fault.’

Now she wasn’t concentrating on the woman Mandy Jones saw there was another man near the frame almost facing the one-way window she was looking through. She could see he was dressed in the same way the Colonel had been, crisp white shirt open at the neck, sharply creased black trousers and polished black shoes. He was sitting on the edge of the circle of light so his head was in shadow but Mandy thought she saw a thin moustache. He looked relaxed, legs crossed, one hand on the upraised knee. His face showed for a moment as he drew on a cigarette. Mandy shivered as she saw the cruel, harsh lines of his features in the red glow.

‘That’s Captain Rahman,’ the Lieutenant’s voice whispered in her ear. ‘You don’t want to be questioned by him, believe me.’ Her hands moved on the girl’s body, feathering the tips of her fingers across her breasts. ‘He likes hurting people.’ Her fingers pinched the hard peaks, ‘but he enjoys it even more when the prisoner is an attractive young woman.’

Mandy shivered as another man came into view. He was almost naked, his only clothing was a black athletic support, the pouch emphasising the bulge of his genitals but leaving his buttocks bare, and a headband of black cotton. His slim, wiry body looked as though it had been oiled, the coppery brown skin gleaming so that every muscle showing in cut relief as he moved. But it was the cruel, hard lines of his face and the obvious sadistic pleasure she could see in his eyes that made her shudder. Then she caught her breath as she saw he was holding a thin bamboo rod in one hand.

‘That’s Tran…Captain Rahman’s assistant.’ The woman on the frame had seen Tran too and she started to struggle madly against the straps. From her movements and the way her mouth was working, Mandy knew she was pleading with the Captain. The Captain said something, waited for a moment, and his teeth showed white in the dimness as he smiled at her, shook his head and flicked one finger at the man called Tran.

The Lieutenant’s fingers circled the teenager’s breasts, teasing the pink tips through the damp cloth of her tee shirt. ‘Oh yes, nice and hard but look at her nipples. They look ready to pop don’t they? He’s caned them already…you heard the end of that, that’s why they’re so swollen.’ Her fingers pinched and rolled the teenager’s nipples, making them hard as they watched the torture begin again.  Mandy Jones’s breathing quickened, sensations whirling between sick horror at what she was seeing in the other room and the stimulation of guilty excitement and arousal.

Lieutenant Mary Mahindra pressed her own thighs together, feeling the tingle and the growing wetness as she watched the scene before her as she had done so often before. She rubbed her own swollen nipples against the girl’s bound arms and rolled the peaks of the teenager’s breasts between finger and thumb, pinching the tips so the girl whimpered with the mixture of pain and pleasure. ‘See, she still refuses to answer… even though she knows what is going to happen…’

In the room, Tran gently sawed the bamboo rod across the black circles of the woman’s breasts. He grinned at her through broken teeth as she whipped her head from side to side in desperate, futile denial. His arm drew back then the rod flicked round to cut across the tops of her aureoles with a sharp, wet ‘thwick!’

Mandy Jones jerked in sympathy with the wild convulsions of the woman on the frame, shaking her own head and muttering as she stared at the awful torture scene before her. The first stroke had been just a sighting shot and Tran was now using the thin, flexible rod with deliberate, sadistic skill… each fresh stroke was not a viciously hard as the first one but they were all catching the swollen stubs of her nipples making the woman jerk and buck insanely with each fresh agonising cut.

After each stroke the man paused as the woman surged and twisted on the frame, waiting until the full mounds stopped bouncing and jiggling. But the torture was worse than that. Every so often he would bring the cane across but stop short and just use the tip to stroke the wet slopes in a teasing caress that made her arch and shudder in anticipation.

Despite the teenager’s gasps of horror at the scene she was seeing, Lieutenant Mary Mahindra could also sense from her movements and heavy breathing that she was becoming more and more aroused and excited as the caning went on and on. Now it was time to take the lesson to the next level.

Leaving the girl’s breasts alone for a moment she walked across to the viewing window and turned a control knob. With the volume up the observation room was filled with the wet ‘thwick’ of the cane and the screams and desperate babbling from the pinioned woman. She listened for a moment, lowered the volume slightly and went back to stand behind the blonde teenager.

The Lieutenant stroked the girl’s upper body for a few moments, enjoying the twitches and movements that signalled her young captive’s growing arousal then slowly slid her right hand downwards across the smooth skin of her lower belly and inside the waistband of her shorts. Mandy trembled and made a soft moaning sound as she felt the lieutenant’s fingers toying with her cunt through the taut, wet fabric of her thong. The sounds got louder when one finger pressed the material up into her slit.

‘The cane won’t make her talk…the Captain knows that,’ the Lieutenant said softly, leaning forwards so her hair brushed the girl’s cheek and her tongue could touch the whorl of her ear. ‘But can you see those men in the shadows?’ Mandy nodded, her breathing faster and shallower as the woman’s expert fingers continued playing with her cunt though the wet fabric. ‘They’re important men, men with power, man who like watching the torture of a young woman…so he wishes to please them.’

The Lieutenant smiled hearing the stifled groan of desire as stopped the gentle masturbation and moved her fingers away. She whispered in the girl’s ear again. ‘Oh, Mandy…just think of it. How would you feel if it was you naked on those bars that they were watching?’ Knowing the girl was on the edge of cumming she moved even closer, pressing against the teenager before sliding both hands back inside her shorts, this time under the waistband of her thong.

‘Aaaaaaah…huh…haaaah…yeeesssssss…’

There was just an urgent, whispered plea as Mandy felt the forefinger and thumb of the Lieutenant’s left hand spreading her cunt lips wide apart. ‘Look, see I told you that was just a start…’ The Lieutenant’s right forefinger found the tip of the girl’s clitoris and began a maddening, feather-light caress. ‘Now, now she is ready for the electricity…watch carefully…’

At the end of thirty strokes Captain Rahman flicked his hand and Tran obediently stepped back leaving the coloured woman sobbing and panting, her head bent forward almost on her chest. To Mandy Jones it looked almost as though she was studying the taut swollen tips of her breasts. The captain got up and walked across to the frame. He gripped a handful of short curly hair and twisted her head back so she was staring up at him, neck stretched taut with strain.

‘Now I have you attention we can go on…’ He said touching the tip of her right breast with one forefinger and smiling as she bucked and tried to twist away. ‘Sore, aren’t they…but it’s your own fault…we’ll try something else now…I expect your terrorist friends have told you about my little electric crabs…’ He smiled again as the woman arched back, eyes wide and her head shaking from side to side.

In the observation room Lieutenant Mahindra knew exactly what they would do next as she kept that single tormenting finger fretting against the girl’s clitoris. She continued the whispering caresses in Mandy’s ear as both of them watched Tran put a polished wooden box, a little larger than a shoebox, on the floor in front of the frame and walk away.

Mandy Jones had no idea what the box was for. To her it looked like a large musical box, it even had a handle sticking out of one side. Tran reappeared carrying some coiled wires with clips on the ends. Even if the teenager didn’t know what was happening it was clear that the coloured woman did. She stared at Tran, who was busy with the box and wires, but then started wrenching at the straps and pleading and screaming at the Captain in a language Mandy couldn’t understand. He did nothing, just smiled and stood quietly watching the preparations.

Only when Tran stood up and Mandy saw that he was holding two thin wires did the captain reply. It was obvious that the woman was still telling him that she didn’t know anything. One end of each wire was fastened to a terminal on the box, on the other end had a silvery clip winked and gleamed as it swung from Tran’s hand.

‘Watch Tran, Mandy…he’s going to put those clips on her nipples.’ Mandy Jones stared at the coloured woman on the frame. The caning had made her nipples stick out like chubby little fingers, the swollen flesh taut and shiny. Tran showed the woman one of the clips, pressing the end so the long thin jaws opened wide. The teenager gasped with horror when she saw the sharp, triangular teeth lining the jaws…but she also wriggled for another reason, moving her hips to and fro as she rode the tormenting finger that was bringing her to the brink of cumming.

Mandy stared at the scene as Tran cupped the coloured woman’s breast, holding it gently in one hand and presenting the swollen tip so everyone in the room had a good view of what he was about to do. Very carefully he positioned the clip so the base of her nipple was between the open jaws. Then he slowly relaxed his grip on the metal clip 

The woman’s scream filled the room as the teeth bit into the base of her left nipple. In the observation room the Lieutenant brought another moaning shudder from the girl as she brought her left hand up to pinch and roll the girl’s left nipple at the same time. Tran waited for the scream to die a little before squeezing the jaws shut. The woman’s head jerked back and another piercing scream echoed through the loudspeaker. Mandy Jones began to shudder, her hips jerking uncontrollably as she tried to fuck that tormenting finger even harder.

‘I-I-I-I- OH GOD! P-p-p-pleeeeze…HAH-HAH…K-K-K-K…CUMMING!’

Lieutenant Mahindra heard the frantic chanting and slid her left hand back inside the teenager’s panties, thumb and forefinger spreading the wet cunt lips wide apart once more so her right forefinger could work the girl’s exposed clitoris even harder and faster. There was another scream from the torture room as Tran attached the second clip. ‘I know…that’s it Mandy…wide apart now…you want me to go faster…is that it…there…just there…is that the place…is it?’ She whispered fast in the girl’s ear, her words building the stimulation as she masturbated Mandy Jones to the first orgasm of her captivity.

‘YEEEEEEEES! Pleasepleaseplease…PLEEESE.OH FUCK…OH FUCK…OH FUCK…C-C-C-CUMMING…’

With her wrists still tied and the frenzy of cumming making her buck and squirm uncontrollably, Lieutenant Mahindra had to free her left hand so she could use her arm to hold the girl upright against the chair back. She cupped one breast and pressed her cunt harder against the girl’s bound hands as she continued to whisper in her ear. ‘That’s it Mandy…that’s a good girl…you’re making me all wet too…That’s it…cum for me…that’s it…tell me…go on…tell me…’

‘Oh yes….yes…HAAAAAAH FUCK! OH FUCK….YESSSSSSS!’ The cries reached a peak as she splayed her knees apart and rode the expert fingers. ‘OH YES…YES…I’m there…yes…I’m there…I’m there…I’M THEEEEERRRRE!’

Lieutenant Mary Mahindra kept playing with the girl’s clitoris until the cries of pleasure turned into a different kind of pleading as the stimulation became too much for Mandy to bear. At last she relented, licking the lobe of the girl’s ear while holding her up against the back of the chair as she let the tremors subside. Knowing that she would be making the girl cum again very shortly the Lieutenant didn’t take her fingers out of the girl’s slit but left her clitoris alone while she continued fondling the slippery inner lips of the teenager’s cunt.

‘Mandy, look at what they’re going to do to her now. See that box…that box is called a magneto. When he turns the handle it makes electricity which goes through the clips.’ Mandy Jones stared through the one-way glass. Everyone was looking at Tran who was crouched down by the box with one hand steadying it…while the other was holding the handle.

‘Wha-what will it do…will it hurt?’ She squirmed as the Lieutenant’s fingertips gently probed inside her vagina.

Mary Mahindra kissed the delicate skin behind the teenager’s ear and laughed softly. ‘Oh yes…the pain will be unbearable for her. But the worst thing is,’ her fingers probed deeper in the slippery wetness of the girl’s vagina. ‘There’s nothing she can to stop it.’

‘B-But if she tells them…they’ll stop hurting her then…w-won’t they?’

‘Why should they?’ The Lieutenant laughed at the naïve question. ‘The Captain will want to make sure that she’s telling them the tru… aaah!’ She stopped as they both saw the captain nod and Tran began turning the handle. At first there was just a whine from the machine then the woman suddenly arched back her body rigid and all her muscles shivering violently. Mandy Jones jerked too as a single, awful scream echoed from the speakers as the current fizzed through the woman’s nipples.

The scream died away to a series of incoherent, gasping noises when Tran stopped turning the handle. The woman slumped down on the bars, her head falling forward. Mandy Jones could see a bubble of mucus coming from one nostril and dribbles of saliva trickling in thin ropes down onto the slopes of her breasts. Captain Rahman walked forwards and lifted her chin with one finger. ‘Well, I’m waiting?’

There was no reply so he walked away as the man started turning the handle. The current jerked the woman upright again, head thrown back and her muscles quivering as a second wild scream was ripped from her throat.

Mandy’s eyes were fixed on the scene beyond the window. She was terrified but fascinated at sight of the coloured woman jerking and shuddering on the bars, the awful humming whine of the machine and her screams of agony. Each time the woman moved the teenager could see the sliver clips gripping her nipples vibrate and jiggle. They winked and gleamed under the lights as though she was wearing some kind of obscene jewellery.

She was scared and horrified by what she was being forced to watch…but she was also panting with excitement as the woman’s fingers played with her cunt. Lieutenant Mahindra knew exactly what the girl was feeling and slid two fingers deeper into the teenager’s vagina. She curved her fingers searching for that special place deep insid…

‘Ah-aaaah…y-yes…hah-aaaaaah…huh-huh…p-p-pleeeese!’ Mandy Jones bucked hard, bracing her legs and tensing her thigh muscles as the Lieutenant’s finger tips stroked across that special spot on the front wall of her vagina making her gasp and cry out at the sudden extra stimulation. The fingers moved inside her, toying with her as she felt another orgasm building.

‘Look at her…that’s what happens to people who lie to us…you won’t lie…will you Mandy?’ The fingers stroked and probed faster as more screams echoed round the room. ‘If she won’t talk they’ll move the clips, Mandy. Guess where they’ll put them next?’ As she spoke the Lieutenant slid her other hand back inside the girl’s sodden panties. One finger touched the swollen nub of Mandy’s clitoris and the teenager bucked and wailed again. ‘That’s right…one clip here right on her clit. The other one up inside…or maybe they’ll push it up into her anus instead…she’ll break then…they all do.’

The Lieutenant continued talking to the girl in whispers, building up the excitement, urging her on to her climax as she masturbated her with devilish skill. ‘Go on Mandy...that’s it fuck my fingers you’re cumming again…aren’t you? Look in the window…oh yes…see how she’s shaking now…look at her nipples…so sore and swollen…’ Her finger vibrated the stem of the teenager’s clitoris. ‘Think what it will be like when the put the clip on her clit…Oh Mandy…’

‘NAAAARGH… Oh yes…oh yes…OH YESSSSS…P-P-PLEEEESE! FUCKME! FUCKME! FUCKMEEEEEE!’

Two sets of screams, one peak of pleasure and one peak of agony filled the tiny viewing room as Mandy Jones juddered and jerked against the chair backs as the wily Lieutenant, fingers blurring with effort, brought her to a second screaming climax within ten minutes. This time though she didn’t try and hold her up when the spasms became too violent but simply let her collapse onto the floor. Mandy Jones lay there on her side twitching and fighting for breath as though she’d just finished a sprint race.

Lieutenant Mary Mahindra smiled down at her and walked over to the wall. The sounds of the woman’s torture were cut off as she clicked the switch and the closing curtain cut out the sight of the pinioned figure, skin gleaming with sweat arching and bucking on the bars; the electrodes clamped to her nipples bobbing and jiggling with every movement.

She reached down and hauled Mandy to her feet. ‘Come along time to get you to somewhere for the night. It’s time for your next lesson, Miss Jones…a private and personal one this time… remember Colonel Telak’s orders.’

As the two of them left, next door under the glaring lights of the torture chamber, Captain Rahman studied the features of the pain-wracked woman strapped onto the metal frame with a faint smile. He knew she was near, very near indeed…just a little more agony and she would give him everything. ‘Better switch,’ he said, nodding at the sadistic grin on Tran’s face. ‘One up inside the anus…and the other on her clit.’

In the dimness behind the lights there was movement and whispered comments as the men leaned forwards as Tran unclipped the woman’s swollen nipples. She screamed again as the clips were taken off and her breasts throbbed with fresh pain. Captain Rahman stroked the side of her face, ‘Still nothing to say? Just a little more encouragement then…you know where our electric crabs will go next don’t you?’ The woman stared down at the vee of her splayed thighs in horror as she watched Tran’s fingers spreading her cunt lips apart so he could put the open jaws of the silver electrode on either side of her clitoris

‘No…please…no…you can’t please…PLEEEEESE!’

To be continued in ‘Cruel Island – A Mantok Story Part 2’ coming soon

Cortez

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This is the second part of a longer story. You will need to read ‘Cruel Island – A Mantok Story Part 1’ in order to understand fully what has happened so far but in brief

Young Mandy Jones has been arrested along with her aunt, Judy Morgan and her aunt’s lesbian partner Angie Crawford as they arrive in the remote Asian island of Mantok. Judy Morgan and Angie Crawford are tortured for the names of accomplices thought to be planning to depose the Sultan of Mantok.

Colonel Telak, Head of Security in Mantok, knows Mandy has no information of value but as a precaution has ordered Lieutenant Mary Mahindra to keep the girl secure. Mandy was unwise enough to insult the Colonel when they met and so Lieutenant Mahindra is also ordered to ensure that she is suitably disciplined and shown what happens to those who do not co-operate with the Sultan’s cruel regime…

*****

In another place the woman Mandy knew as Judy Morgan also screamed again. Her head threshed from side to side making the damps strands of hair flick against the bare concrete floor of the interrogation room. The men sitting in a semi circle around her watched and listened to her agony with cruel smiles, smoking and taking their ease as the torture continued.

The room was hot, the air blue with cigarette smoke and the smell of sweat, urine and scorched flesh. The men were dim shapes in the shadow but they could see every detail of the woman’s naked body and what her torturers were doing in the fierce glare of the spotlights. There was no elaborate equipment, just two waist high metal posts jutting vertically from sockets in the concrete floor. The woman hung from the horizontal bar resting across the top of each post.

An hour ago they’d brought her downstairs.

‘Take off your clothes.’

‘Fuck yourself dickhead…I’m an American and you don’t fuck around with US citizens so piss of… GAAAAH!.’

Colonel Telak looked at the American gasping and sobbing on the floor. ‘Get up and do as I say or I will let them hit you again.’ He waited for a moment or two before nodding to the men who’d brought her downstairs.

There were no words, the two men grabbed her by the arms and dragged her to her feet. One pinned her arms behind her while the other slapped her across the face. Three hard open blows that rocked her head from side to side. He paused then slammed a closed fist into her unprotected stomach. Judy Morgan doubled over and the other one let her arms go so she crashed onto the floor grazing her face on the rough concrete.

‘Last chance, get up and do what I say or else I let the men have their fun.’

Judy pushed herself up onto her knees. One of the men impatiently grabbed her hair and wrenched her up to her feet. She started to struggle then froze as she felt the prick of a knife in her back.

‘Kay…OK…tell him to b-back off…I’ll do it’

The Colonel nodded as he saw her reach up for the buttons of her dress. The dress slipped off her shoulders and there were crude comments as the guards saw that her full breasts were barely concealed by a low cut lacy bra. The comments got more obscene men watched her trying to get her sandals off without losing her balance and the way every movement made those full breasts swing and bounce. Kicking her feet free she grabbed the dress from the floor and hunched forward using it to shield her body from their stares. One of the men stepped forward, pulled it away and threw it into a corner.

The Colonel took a moment to enjoy the sight of the American’s curved, tanned figure. ‘Go on…’ For a moment Judy Morgan hesitated but realised that she had no choice. They all watched as she fumbled with the catch of her bra. Knowing that trying to hold onto it was useless she let it fall to the floor and crossed her arms over her chest.

‘No…the hands…on the head, let us all see what an American spy looks like… do it now!’ The Colonel snapped. The thirty-year-old woman obeyed slowly. She lifted her head staring at a point high on the wall behind the lights, trying to ignore the leering men and their obscene comments.

Her breasts were full and firm. Putting her hands on her head lifted them even more so her nipples jutted up, fear making them rouse and harden despite her efforts to appear calm. Colonel Telak studied her near naked body with an unblinking, almost reptilian stare. He noticed the trembling in the big muscles of her legs, the fixed stare and the sheen of sweat making her body gleam in the harsh light of the lamps. The glare highlighted the paler triangles of flesh across each breast. The sweat had soaked the thin fabric of her thong so it was pasted to her cunt showing almost every detail.

This one was going to try and defy him as well, he thought. You could always tell. Interesting, it meant that she was very stupid or that they both had something serious to hide. He looked at the frightened woman and a smile flickered across his face. Good figure, strong, fit, and well groomed too. He noted the way the white thong emphasised the bulge of her cunt. The sheer fabric was stretched taut across her mound, translucent with wetness and even showing the line of her slit. Nice to see no sign of hair down there…a shaved cunt saves time, makes it easier to attach the electrodes later. It was always more stimulating interrogating attractive women…after all those fucking students, it will be interesting to work on a grown up woman…and an American, again.

Finally Colonel Telak spoke. ‘Who were you meeting…where and when? Three simple questions…I want three answers from you.’ He glanced round at the cruel, sadistic smiles on the faces of the other men in the room. ‘Or would you prefer to let my men persuade you?’

Judy Morgan shuddered and licked dry lips then looked up at the ceiling. ‘Nothing else to say… I’m just a tourist and a US citizen and I want a lawyer…NOW!’

‘I regret that is not possible. Now, take those off too.’

There was a sudden, expectant silence as she hesitated then slowly brought her hands down to the waistband of the white thong. She paused for a moment then with one, abrupt movement stripped them off and threw the crumpled ball so it bounced of Colonel Telak’s chest. ‘Fuck you!’ She flushed red at the laughter from the watching men and instinctively covered her big breasts with one arm while using her other hand to cover her cunt.

The Colonel stared back for a few moments. ‘You are either stupid or stubborn…let us find out which it is.’ He snapped his fingers and rapped out orders in his own language. There was no chance to do anything. Judy Morgan was thrown onto the floor and her legs bent up against her chest. She started to struggle violently as she saw one of the men coming toward her carrying a thick bamboo rod. But she was wrong in what he was going to do. Instead of using it to hit her with, the rod was placed across the inside of her knee joints then her lower legs were bent down, trapping the rod in the crooks of her knees. She cried out in pain as one man used his full weight to press down on her folded legs trapping the bar.

While he held her body compressed her arms were yanked forward under the bar, two men pulling on her hands until they could cross her wrists in front of her shins. There was a sharp  ‘ziiiiiiip’ of sound and a cry of pain from Judy as one of them looped a thicker nylon cuff very tightly around her wrists in a figure of eight and pulled the fastener tight. 

Then they left her alone.

The American woman found that she was totally helpless, locked into a cramping ball by the bar and the natural tension in her own muscles forcing her shins hard against her bound hands. She yelled and swore obscenely, rocking to and fro on the hard floor while they watched in amusement. They silenced her protests by forcing her jaws apart and wedging a red rubber ball gag between her teeth before fastening the straps of the gag behind her head.

At a nod from the Colonel two of the men picked up the bar at either end. Judy Morgan screamed into her gag as she swung down almost touching the floor, her whole bodyweight hanging from the bar now digging agonisingly into the backs of her knees.

‘Put her up.’

The men lifted the bar until it was high enough for them to rest the ends in the metal brackets on top of the vertical poles. ‘Right, leave her for the moment. Corporal, give my compliments to our guests. Please tell them that Colonel Telak says there is no need to hurry over their lunch as we won’t be ready for half an hour or so.’ The men left talking and laughing, making crude remarks about the helpless woman’s position.

Once alone Colonel Telak pulled one of the plastic chairs forward and sat down in front of Judy Morgan’s dangling head. He lit a cigarette and watched the American woman twitching and moving as the strain of the position began to send shafts of stabbing pain through her calf muscles, back and her pinioned wrists.

‘It will get worse, much worse,’ He looked down into her face and watched the woman’s agonised expression and the dribbling bubbles escaping from around the rubber ball. The bubbling suddenly became a wordless muffled scream when he grabbed a handful of hair and lifted her head rolling her body round the bar as he did so. ‘In some South American countries they call this ‘the parrot’s perch’, so simple, so effective…isn’t it?’ He watched the stubborn hatred in her eyes and smiled down at her. ‘But this is only the start, believe me…’ he let her head go so she swung back under the bar with another wet noise of pain and terror. ‘I find it leaves a woman so…available.’

The colonel smiled as she strained against the nylon wrist tie, muscles shivering with useless effort. He waited for her to stop moving then, without warning, he stubbed his cigarette out on the tender skin of her instep. Both feet twisted, toes curled in as more bubbling screams leaked from behind the red ball. The bamboo rod creaked softly as she strained in agony again.

Colonel Telak smiled again, enjoying the moment and stood up. He walked round to the other side of the bar and looked down at her dangling head. He stroked the taut curves of her upturned bottom then traced his fingertips delicately along the exposed split oval of her cunt so she squirmed and heaved again. ‘Here, we’ll begin here…in an hour or so. I’ll leave you to think about what we might do to…these places.’ His finger probed between the lips then along the groove until the tip of his forefinger pressed into the tight rosette of her anus. There was another bubbling wail of outrage. ‘All these special places…just think about it... while I talk to your friend’

With that he walked out and the door clicked shut behind him leaving the woman hanging in silence, sweat beading her naked body as she waited under the hot glare of the spotlights for the torture to begin.

*****

Mandy was taken upstairs and put in a car. This time there was no hood, just a pair of wraparound sunglasses that had the lenses obscured with black paint. She protested but it was only half-hearted as she was still exhausted from her recent orgasms and the shock of being shown the coloured woman’s torture session. Ten minutes later the door of Lieutenant Mahindra quarters inside a secluded, walled compound on the outskirts clicked shut behind her. The nylon band was cut from her wrists and she gasped with relief as she was able bring her hands in front of her at last as she was pushed forwards.

‘You can take the glasses off now.’ Mandy fumbled to remove the blindfolding lenses, her fingers still throbbing and tingling as the circulation returned. The Lieutenant watched the teenager as she looked around. Even though the eighteen year old was a mess with her blonde hair plastered against her forehead, she made Mary Mahindra wet and tingling with desire and a sadistic thrill imagining what she and young Jenny Talang would do with such a ripe little plaything in the hours to come.

Mandy’s face was still flushed from cumming so hard. Her tee shirt, damp with sweat, was pasted against her torso clearly outlining the thrust of her breasts and the blunt spikes of her nipples. With her hands bound behind her she hadn’t been able to adjust those oh-so-brief shorts and they had slipped right down so the waistband of her thong and that single string cutting between the tanned cleft of her tight little bottom was clearly visible. Mary Mahindra touched her fingers to her lips, inhaling the scent of the girl’s cunt while she tasted the coppery tang of her juices on the tip of her tongue.

Behind Mandy was a small hallway. She was standing in a large, open plan living area with a high-beamed ceiling and louvered doors across the whole of the far end. The walls were white and three, slowly turning ceiling fans provided a welcome gentle breeze as small relief from the heat and humidity. The furnishings looked comfortable but Mandy immediately sensed that there was there was some wrong, something threatening, about this room.

Next to where Mandy was standing there was a small dining area with a table and four chairs that looked normal enough. So was the tiled floor; Mandy could feel them cool to the touch under her bare feet. It was the other end, the end with the louvered doors that made the hair rise on the back of her neck. There was a semicircle of armchairs on one side all facing an open area with a large flatscreen TV mounted on the opposite wall. Mandy shivered. Then she glanced up. There were lights on the beams, spotlights pointing down at the middle of the open area. She knew why it all felt wrong…it was just like downstairs, like that torture chamber. People could sit in those chairs to watch something happening in front of them…or on the television.

With growing fear she continued to look round while rubbing the ring of soreness the nylon tie had left round her wrists. There were two other doors she could see, both standing open. The one next to the hallway was into a bathroom as she could see the edge of a mirror and tiled walls. Through the other she could see the edge of a double bed. Between them there was a slim cabinet, beautifully lacquered in scarlet and black with brass fittings. The slim double doors were pierced with an intricate, swirling fretwork design. Beside the cabinet there was a slim bar stool with chrome legs and a black leather seat. It was difficult to see clearly because a towel had been left draped over the top.

The silence built up and Mandy wiped her damp palms against the sides of her tee shirt, conscious that she was still trembling and sweating but confused by the her growing fears but also the shiver of excitement she was feeling. She kept remembering the coloured woman strapped down on that awful frame; the way she screamed and bucked while men laughed and joked as they did those things to her.

She squeezed her thighs together because there were other memories too…the thrill of being helpless to stop the Lieutenant’s fingers playing with her cunt, tormenting her clitoris her until she had no choice but to cum so hard. She flickered a glance at Lieutenant Mahindra…wondering what was going to happen next…hoping with a guilty shiver of excitement that she was going to feel those clever fingers playing with her cunt and clit again very soon. 

‘Don’t get any ideas about running away. This bungalow is inside a guarded and walled compound and we’re a long way out of Mantok.’ Mandy opened her mouth but Lieutenant Mahindra held up a warning finger. ‘Shhh, I haven’t finished. You remember what the Colonel said?’ Mandy nodded obediently in reply. ‘You’ve been stupid enough to insult one of the most important men in Mantok. You could have found yourself in the same place as that woman we saw. But instead he’s asked me to deal with it.’ She paused and smiled, ‘of course he knows I prefer young woman…when working work and for pleasure’

‘P-p-please…I haven’t done anything.’

‘Oh yes you have, Mandy…you’re mixed up with two criminals who are probably subversives, and guilty of insulting a very senior and important man. I think that deserves punishment, don’t you?’ Mary Mahindra walked over to the cabinet, opened one door and took something out. Mandy Jones whimpered and looked at the floor as she saw the slim, yellow rod she was holding. ‘Oh yes, you know all about these, don’t you Mandy,’ Lieutenant Mahindra purred, ‘Just the thing for disciplining young girls when they’ve been foolish and naughty.’ She stroked the end of the cane up and down the teenager’s arm watching her shiver and pant with that mixture of terror and desire that was so…fucking hot.

‘How are you usually caned?’

‘Wha-what…what do you mean?’

The cane traced across the girl’s abdomen then the Lieutenant lifted it until the rod was just touching the undercurve of her breasts. ‘You know exactly what I mean.’ The rod moved up and down bumping over the hardening pebble tips of her breasts. ‘Remember the woman, Mandy…how she screamed when they caned her nipples. We could do that to you so easily, just a single phone call…those men would love to watch…watch you jerking and screaming each time the cane hits these hard little nipples. Our people are very skilful so the pain will just go on and on…’

Mandy Jones shivered and shuddered, trying to stand still and not move her arms while the bamboo cane made her nipples harden and ache. She stared at the Lieutenant, horror on her face that the images her words conjured up. ‘No, please…don’t do that…Oh God, you won’t…you can’t take me back there…Please…PLEASE!’

‘It all depends on you…are you going to accept your punishment from me? Or do I need to make that phone call?’ She moved the cane…bringing it up between the girl’s thighs to press into the crotch of her shorts. ‘Sometimes they use a cane here too…they put you over a bar…right over with your legs wide open…’ She sawed the cane to and fro. ‘Think about how it will feel having your cunt peeled raw by a cane…I’ve watched it…they like to take their time…so the young woman can feel each stroke fully before the next one lands…especially when the cane hits her clit.’

Tears leaked from Mandy’s eyes as she tried not to let her legs give way at the terror she was feeling. Her whole body shivered as she stood there, teeth gnawing at her bottom lip. ‘P-p-p-please…w-what d-do I h-have to d-d-do?’

Mary Mahindra smiled at the girl’s submission and took the cane from between her thighs. ‘That’s a bit better. Well, first you need to walk over there and carry that stool to the middle of the room.’ She waited while Mandy walked unsteadily across the floor. It was heavier that she expected and the splay of the legs made it awkward to carry. ‘That’s right, now turn it round…the two legs with the foot loops facing away from the chairs please.’ Mandy shivered as she looked down and saw that there were nylon loops fixed near the bottoms of two of the chrome legs. They looked like wider versions of the ties that had been used to handcuff her earlier on. She also noticed that each leg ended in a rubber foot so when she placed the stool in position it didn’t slip or move at all on the tiled floor.

The seat was small and round, padded and covered with black leather. Mandy knew as soon as she looked at it that it wasn’t intended for sitting on…and that very soon she would be bending over that stool waiting for the punishment to begin. She could feel the wetness seeping into her panties as she imagined what it was going to feel like.

Lieutenant Mahindra’s voice interrupted her thoughts. ‘‘Oh yes, Mandy you’re going to bend over that stool to learn your lesson but I don’t think you’re really dressed for it are you?’ When Mandy failed to answer the cane snapped across her bottom with a crisp ‘thack!’

The teenager jerked and squealed, more in shock that real pain. ‘Gaaaaah! No…no…please, Lieutenant…’

‘Well then, let’ start…your top…take it off.’ Mandy hurried to obey then stood there as the lieutenant studied her firm high breasts with their swollen, pinks tips. ‘Very nice, and don’t tell me your not excited…I can see how hard they are.’ She looked down. ‘The shorts now.’ Mary Mahindra allowed herself a low growl of pleasure as she watched the eighteen year old kick off her denim shorts and stand there with just the briefest of thong panties covering her cunt.

The sight was too much. She moved closer, her fingers reaching down to cup the bulge of the teenager’s cunt. The sheer black silky material was wet and sticky with the girl’s juices from being forced to cum twice already. She moved her fingers across the taut, slippery fabric, pressing and sliding the swollen lips against each other to make the girl shudder and cry softly as the tingles of pleasure began again. Mary Mahindra licked the girl’s ear. ‘Stand still…let me look at you,’ and stepped away.

Mary Mahindra walked round the near-naked blonde girl studying her sweet, tanned curves and the obvious signs of her sexual excitement and arousal; the hard, jutting tips of her breasts, the flushed colour of her face and upper body…and the plump, swollen cunt lips barely concealed by that tiny triangle pasted to them. The sticky cream of her cum soaking through the thin fabric and that telltale glaze smeared across the tops of her thighs. The Lieutenant looked at the way the string of the girl’s thong had ridden up into the cleft of her buttocks leaving her firm rounded bottom cheeks completely exposed.

‘No, leave the panties…just for the moment…but they won’t help at all, I’m afraid. Now, I want to see you standing properly…legs right apart, Mandy, and let’s have those hands out of the way too. Go on, fingers clasped behind your head…I’m sure you know the position.’ Mandy Jones did ‘know the position’ very well. It was how she had to stand while Aunt Judy had taken her time playing with her nipples and teasing her clit…making her wriggle and move so the punishment was always increased ‘for being disobedient’.

She caught her breath when the Lieutenant moved behind her and shivered with excitement when her tormentor’s fingers traced across her bottom…the tips playing with the thin string of her thong and just probing the moist cleft between the cheeks. ‘So firm…bend forwards now…go on right forward.’ Mandy obeyed slowly, shuffling her feet further apart to keep her balance. The Lieutenant’s fingers played with the string, moving deeper along the line of wetness, stroking across the tight rosette of her anus so she lifted on tiptoe and whimpered with pleasure.

Suddenly the fingers were gone and she was left bent over from the waist with the whole cleft of her body exposed. Behind her there was a knock on the outer door. The Lieutenant’s words stopped any thought of moving. ‘No…stay where you are!’

Mandy did twist her head round enough to see another young woman, dressed formally in a short black skirt and white blouse, walk in and close the door behind her. Mandy’s face flushed red knowing the view that she must have of her, standing astride and bent forwards, her bottom exposed with the thin cord of her thong stretched tight between the cheeks emphasising every detail of her cunt and anus.

The newcomer was the same height as Mandy. She looked Eurasian, slim and attractive with soft brown skin and straight black hair that was cut very short. The severe skirt and blouse had made her look older but Mandy thought that she was probably not more than twenty.

‘You wanted me, Lieutenant?’ the young woman said studying Mandy with interest and that same hot excitement the Lieutenant had down earlier.

‘Yes, Jenny, The young lady showing herself to you so obscenely is American and her name is Mandy Jones. She’s under detention while investigations are completed so Colonel Telak asked me to ensure her safety overnight. By his order she’s just been watching an interrogation session.’ She paused and smiled unpleasantly at the teenager. ‘I think that she now understands how we do things here in Mantok.’

She looked between them. ‘You can stand up now Miss Jones.’ She waited until Mandy obeyed. ‘This is Jenny Talang. She’s another officer with our Internal Security Service and like me she enjoys the work we do…’ She paused and looked directly at the teenager, ‘and that includes the kind of session you saw this afternoon.’ The casual admission that they both took part in torture sessions and enjoyed it made Mandy shiver with all sort of unpleasant thoughts.

The young moved woman closer. ‘You said Colonel Telak was unsure about this one…is she to be questioned later?

Mary Mahindra laughed and stroked her friend’s arm. ‘No,’ She traced her fingers over the peak of Jenny Talang’s breast and they exchanged knowing smiles. ‘No I don’t think so but there are others involved…her aunt for one…so maybe there are things we will need to find out from this one later. Now she is just waiting for an ordinary punishment caning. I thought I’d wait in case you wanted to help her get ready.’

She paused and they both looked at the near-naked teenager. The room was hot and her tanned body gleamed with a film of sweat. Mandy usually sunbathed topless so there were no tan lines on her full high breasts. The thin black cord of her thong panties against the paler shadow of her bikini bottom only made her look more naked and wanton, especially with her tousled blonde hair and the hard pink tips of her breasts jutting out so stiffly.

‘No…no please I don’t want to be caned…I haven’t done anything…please... you can’t do this…it-it’s wrong!’ Mandy Jones brought her hands down over her breasts, backing away and shaking her head.

The two Mantok security officers just laughed. Jenny Talang took two quick steps forwards, gripped the eighteen year olds’ right wrist and twisted it expertly round so Mandy found herself lifting onto tiptoe as pain blazed through her arm joint. The young woman’s other hand reached round and her forefinger and thumb pinched Mandy’s nipple with another vicious twist of her fingers. ‘You stuck up American bitch! Get over there!’ Without waiting for a response she forced the young girl over to the stool.

‘Now, feet in the loops.’ She leaned close to Mandy’s ear, ‘or do we need to use other methods?’ Mandy hurriedly obeyed, lifting and pointing each foot in turn to slip it through the nylon tie so she was left standing astride against the legs of the stool with the leather top pressing into her groin. ‘Going to do as you’re told now?’ Jenny whispered.

‘Y-y-yes…p-please…I’ll be good…please, I will.’

Jenny let her go and put one hand on the back of her neck. ‘That’s better, over you go…right forward then reach down and hold the cross bar.’ Mandy bent over feeling the domed leather pressing into her belly as she stretched down.

‘I…I…c-can’t hold it.’

‘Of course you can…up on your toes and stretch right forwards.’ Her hand slid up between the parted cheeks of the girl’s bottom moving the cord aside so she could press one finger against her anus. ‘Right up on your toes, Mandy.’

‘Aaaaaah…’ The eighteen year old arched up onto tiptoe trying to avoid the fingertip that had slipped into her sensitive anal ring. She could now grip the bar between the front legs of the stool with both hands but she was also completely at the young woman’s mercy. She also realised that the two loops fastened in the same way as the wrist cuffs …when she moved her feet the loops had tightened and her attempts to pull her legs free only tightened each one more.

Jenny Talang looked at Mary Mahindra and got a nod of approval. She took her hand away from the girl’s neck but continued her gentle probing of her anus. Mandy Jones began to pant and squirm, her face going scarlet with embarrassment, as she felt the young woman’s finger sliding in and out of her anus very slowly …each time sinking a little deeper. ‘Oh no…no please don’t…not there…please d-d-don’t…it-it-its…aaaaah!’

Mary Mahindra picked up her cane and walked over to stand next to the squirming figure. ‘I advise you not to let go, Mandy…remember what you saw down stairs. If you do we’ll strap your hands to the bar and then…well we’ll just go on with the caning until you pass out. After that we’ll take you back to the centre and put you on that frame and you can see how you like the feel of the cane on those pretty pink nipples.’ She paused, ‘and you remember what they were doing to her cunt...the clips…the magneto.’ Her hand stroked the smooth taut curves of the eighteen year olds’ bottom. ‘And don’t pretend that you don’t like what Jenny is doing.’ Her hand moved under the girl’s body to play with her nipple. ‘You’re all hot and hard and wet…so don’t lie to us, Mandy Jones.’

The two of them continue to play with Mandy’s breasts and anus for a few more minutes until Mary Mahindra could see that the girl was beginning respond actively to the finger now sliding in and out of her anus without any resistance. ‘She likes to make girls cum that way,’ Mary Mahindra said quietly, watching the girl’s arousal grow and grow. She waited until Mandy Jones began to whimper and pant on the edge of cumming, smiled and said.  ‘Enough for now, Jenny she hasn’t earned it yet. Come here and see she doesn’t get up.’ Jenny Talang slid her finger free and joined Mary by the girl’s head. ‘How many do you think she deserves?

‘What did she do?”

‘She answered the Colonel back…very disrespectful.’

Jenny Talang reached under the girl’s bent torso and her fingers touched the swollen tip of the teenager’s breast. ‘She’s been caned before…you can always tell. I think ten…to start with?’

‘NOOOO! Stop this no…no I haven’t been rude…it’s a lie…you cant fucking do this! You fucking cows! You can’t make meeee!’ Jenny’s fingers pinched hard and Mandy bucked in pain…only Lieutenant Mahindra’s hand gripping the back of her head stopped her from straightening up. ‘Gaaaaah…pleeeese!’

‘That was just so stupid, Mandy…so unnecessary, language like that means double and twenty strokes will hurt so much more…’ Both women smiled happily at the wail of despair from the bent figure between them. Mary Mahindra released her hold on the girl’s neck and moved to one side. Jenny Talang crouched down in front of Mandy and cupped her hands on either side of the teenager’s tear-stained face.

‘Shhh, Mandy…it’s no use crying when its all your own fault. Now…look at me,’ she paused, ‘I said look at me!’ Mandy’s head jerked up and she stared into the young woman’s eyes. She could see that Jenny was enjoying her growing fears. Even though the caning hadn’t started Mandy could feel her legs shivering, it was fear but also the position that kept her legs stretched her legs taut, especially the backs of her thighs, so her muscles were quivering with the strain of staying still.

There was no warning, just the whirr of the cane through the air then the sharp, flat ‘thack!’ as it cut across the out-thrust curves of her bottom. Just for a second, Mandy Jones didn’t react. Then she jerked forwards, knuckles showing ivory white as she gripped the bar and her head lifted, eyes staring and her mouth open wide as the pain scalded across her flesh.

‘Ah-haaaah…hah…haaah!’

Her breath came in sharp gasps as she tried not to scream. ‘That’s the first one, Mandy…nineteen to go.’

‘Thack!’

‘Oh…hah…haaaah…p-pleeeese’

‘Look at me Mandy…look at me…tell me how it feels.’

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

The next three strokes each seared lines parallel with the first two. Five separate lines of agony across the crest of both buttocks. Unable to do anything to free herself Mandy Jones’s feet danced a rapid tattoo of agony, or as much as the straps round her ankles would allow. Tears trickled down her cheeks dripping unheeded on the floor while Jenny Talang held her head steady and stared into those wide, pain-filled eyes with growing pleasure.

‘Naaaaaah…h-h-hurts…please…please…hurts sooo much…pleeeeeese!’

‘Poor, poor Mandy…and there’s nothing you can do to stop it is there?’

‘Thackk!’

‘NAAAAAAAAAAAH! PLEEEEEZE!’

Her head shaking madly at the pain of each fresh stroke Mandy didn’t notice that Jenny had stopped holding her head. It was too late when she felt the tie being slipped round her wrists…and the bar. ‘She’s going to give you the next few across your thighs, Mandy,’ Jenny whispered as she zipped the nylon band tight. ‘Don’t want you to give in to temptation and try and get up…there’s a long way to go yet.’

‘No…no-no-no you promised…Ple…GAAAAAAGH! STOP! You’ll kill me, please please…I CAN”T TAKE ANY MORE!!

‘Thackk!’

‘NAAAAAAAARGH!

‘That caught the lips didn’t it…just across the rim.’ Jenny Talang smiled at the girl’s wild expressions of agony. ‘Don’t be silly…of course it won’t kill you.’ She reached under Mandy’s body so her fingers could play with the girl’s breasts. She leaned close to the girl’s head and giggled. ‘Why on earth should we stop? What you want doesn’t matter because there’s nothing you can do about it.’

The screams got louder as Lieutenant Mahindra cut the next two strokes just above the soft crease at the top of the girl’s thighs so the thin rod also cut across the edge of her swollen cunt lips. She paused and ran one hand over the taut curve of the teenager’s left buttock. ‘That’s the first ten, Mandy. It would be finished if you hadn’t been stupid…now you’ve got to face the same all over again.’ Her fingernails scraped across the dull red bars the cane had left on the pale flesh.

‘AAAAAH FUUUUUUUUK! NO-NO-NO please...please…PLEEEEEZE!’

Mary Mahindra put the cane down and unbuttoned her blouse. Even with the fans the air was hot and heavy and the urgent sexual thrill of caning a helpless young girl made any clothes too much. Slipping her blouse off she cupped her full, heavy breasts and stroked her thumbs across her nipples with a long sigh of pleasure as she felt them rouse like hard pebbles. Reaching behind her she undid the catch and sighed with pleasure as her breasts swung free.

The skirt was next, swiftly pushed down to lie in a circle on the floor so she could flick it to one side. Automatically she ran her fingers round the waistband of her thong, pulling it high across her hips on either side so the soft white fabric stretched over the full bulge of her cunt lips. One finger stroked into the narrow V along the line of her slit so the taut cotton turned translucent as her wetness seeped out.

Jenny Talang looked up, her hands still moving gently as she played with the girl’s nipples. She smiled and ran her tongue deliberately over her lips as she saw her lover in just a thong gently touching the tell-tale wet spot on the white vee. ‘Would you like me to…’

Mary Mahindra smiled and stretched. ‘Not yet…if you look in my bag you’ll find something that Mandy had with her when se was arrested. I think we ought to see if it works on her.’ Jenny got to her feet and looked in her bag. Her smiled widened as she held up the small pink ‘pocket rocket’ vibrator. She grabbed a handful of Mandy’s hair and bent her head up so she could see the little cylinder in Jenny pressed the end and a wasp-like buzzing filled the room.

‘Sounds like a new battery for the holidays, do you want to try it on her now?’ Mary nodded and held out her hand. Jenny walked over but instead of giving it to the Lieutenant she reached out and ran the buzzing tip round the wide aureole of Mary Mahindra’s right breast.

The Lieutenant shivered and arched her back, thrusting her chest out as her lover slowly circled the peak with the vibrator. The dark, thick nipple roused and stiffened and Mary bit her lip, tossing her head back letting the pleasure increase.

Suddenly, she grabbed the small cylinder and turned it off. She reached out, pulled Jenny towards her and kissed her hard on the lips. Jenny pressed against her, one hand reaching down to stroke the taut wet cotton between her legs. Lieutenant Mary Mahindra moved her knee out to give her lover’s fingers more room to fondle the full lips of her cunt and pressed her naked breasts against Jenny’s still clothed body.

They remained entwined for a few minute until the Lieutenant laughed and pushed Jenny away. ‘No, no, not just yet, darling that’s enough…for now.’ Her voice was husky with arousal, her breath hurried as she thought about what the two of them would do to the girl in the next few hours. Go on…give her a kiss and I see how she likes this. I know how much you like to watch the younger ones…I’ve made her cum twice already so it won’t take long.’

Mandy Jones wasn’t listening to the byplay between her tormentors. All she was concerned about was the awful burning, itching pain across her bottom…and the growing heat of a different kind between her legs. She knew she was wet and getting wetter… Dimly she heard the buzzing start again then warm lips touched her own. She resisted for a second then responded to the probing tongue of Jenny Talang.  But the softness of the kiss became a gasping cry of shock and sudden, urgent desire when the vibrating metal studs touched the edge of her cunt slit.

‘Aaaaah…Mmmmmm..hah…haaaah-hah…Oh fuck me…fuck me…pleese!’

Mary Mahindra listened to the sounds of the girl and watched her friend crouched in front of her, fingers again teasing the hard little nipples while she kissed the tear-stained face of the teenager. The height of the stool and the ties holding young legs stretched apart left the split oval of her cunt totally exposed…only the thong panties offered any concealment and her anguished movements during the caning had allowed the thin cord to work up into the cleft so now the edges of her labia protruded on either side although her inner lips and clitoris were still covered.

Suddenly impatient with the obstruction, the Lieutenant grabbed the waistband of the girl’s thong and pulled it back over her bottom. She worked the material out of the cunt slit and pushed the sodden panties down her pinioned legs as far as she could. Mandy froze when her fingers touched the waistband but then she screamed in agony as the Lieutenant raked the thin cord across the swollen and angry weals lacing her bottom.

‘NAAAARRGH…Gaaaah…No, no, HAAAH!’

‘What a fuss over a few little marks…Ah, that’s better.’ The Lieutenant bent her knees so her face was level with the girl’s cunt. She breathed in the scent of her excitement and the tang of those previous orgasms but resisted the temptation to taste her…for the moment. One hand slid under the waistband of her own white panties so a single finger could play with her own clitoris while she used the vibrator to torment the girl’s cunt.

Delicately and slowly she traced the buzzing metal studs along the exposed edges of the teenager’s slit then nuzzled the tip inside so the studs could stimulate the slippery inner folds. She moved the slowly cylinder up and down between the engorged lips. With each movement she listened to the noises the girl made with each fresh contact. Flushed with her own arousal she took the vibrator away for a moment, looked over the girl’s bent figure and smiled at her lover. Then she touched the studs to the top of the girl’s slit just below where the lips came together.  Mandy Jones wailed and bucked, her muscles quivering taut as she cried out. Mary Mahindra stopped frigging herself so she could use forefinger and thumb to spread the girl’s cunt slit open to expose the paler, swollen pearl of the girl’s clitoris . Then she circled the tormenting metal studs across and round the exposed and swollen nub…round…and round…and round, across the tip then nuzzling against the stem on either side.

Jenny Talang just loved watching girls being made to cum.

Her own breathing got faster and shallower as she heard Mandy’s increasing babbled words and cries. She couldn’t help smiling when after a couple of minutes the girl suddenly tensed, threw her head back and wailed aloud that ‘she was there!’ Jenny knew she wasn’t…not quite…but the waspish little vibrator was going to bring her off very soon. ‘Oh Mandy…that’s it isn’t it… that’s the place. Look at me Mandy…LOOK AT ME!’ That’s right…Mary’s making you cum again isn’t she…that’s three times now…go on Mandy, you want to cum don’t you…

‘GAAAAAAH!  OH PLEASE…OH PLEASE…OH PLEASE! NAAAH! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…Yes…yes…YESSS… I’m there…pleeeassse…FUCK…YES! YEEEEEES…THERE…THERE…OH GOD! OH FUUUUUUUK!’

Even with its rubber feet the stool joggled on the tiled floor as Mandy Jones went mad in the throes of cumming for the third time in only a couple of hours. Jenny twisted her nipples while Mary kept the head of the vibrator moving against the stem of the girl’s clitoris while adding the final cruel stimulation by raking her fingernails over the raw weals lacing the girl’s bottom.

‘ARRRRRRRRRGH! NAAAAAAH! STOP! I’M THERE! I’M THERE! PLEEEZE NO…I’M THEEEEEEEEERE!’

*****

The cell door opened and the woman, the one the Colonel had called Lieutenant Chandra, walked back in with two other men both dressed in the usual black trousers and white shirt. Angie looked away, still panting and trying not to retch after the face fucking she had been forced to endure. The one who was carrying a tape recorder and small case pulled the desk away from the wall so it was facing Angie Crawford at an angle. He fussed around getting the recorder set up and opening the case that he moved to the edge of the desk. Then he got the two chairs from by the wall, put one directly in front of Angie and the other behind the desk.

The other one walked over to the torture chair and stood behind the pinioned woman. He put his hands on Angie Crawford’s shoulders and began to trace his finger across her skin. She tried to twist round but the straps held her down. His fingers roamed across the upper slopes of her breasts, sliding on the film of sweat gradually moving lower until his fingertips could curve round the full globes. She jerked and twisted but she could do nothing to stop his slow, deliberate stimulation.

The Lieutenant looked from one to another, got a nod of agreement from the one with the recorder as he sat down, then said something terse and very clearly an order to the guards. They straightened up, nodded and left the room.

Lieutenant Chandra walked over to the chair and gripped Angie Crawford by the chin and bent her head up so she could look into her eyes. She smiled and traced round the black circle of the ring gag with the forefinger of her other hand.

When she lifted her finger, thin sticky strands stretched and broke. ‘At least they’ve given you a drink I see,’ she said. The two men grinned, the one behind the chair cupped her breasts and flicked the exposed nipples making the American twist and shiver with each touch. She smiled and nodded at the table. ‘Manjit will take a record of what you have to tell us…we’ll edit out your screams and noises naturally.’ She paused and looked at the man who was now twisting and pulling at Angie’s nipples so they were even more stiff and erect. ‘You’ve already met Sergeant Rampal…he likes this work as you can see. Colonel Telak is busy talking to your friend so he asked us to see what else you could tell us…now you’ve had a chance to think a bit more.’

‘UK OUGH!’ The rest was just bubbling wet noises as Angie tried in vain to scream abuse at the Lieutenant.

Toni Chandra nodded. ‘A stupid decision but I’m glad as it give us more time to play with these…hold her for me, Sergeant.’ The man gripped Angie Crawford’s breasts, pressing the firm globes together; holding her immobile with the engorged peaks presented and displayed. The Lieutenant’s scarlet nails scratched across the wide aureoles and long, stiff nipples while she watched the play of expression on the American woman’s face and her helpless jerking movements. ‘Oh yes… you’re sensitive there aren’t you…such a pity, for you I mean. Alright, let her go.’ She walked back to the desk, paused then reached into the case and took something out. It was just an ordinary wine cork but it made a very effective handle for the long shiny needle sticking out of one end

Angie Crawford stared at the thing she was holding and screamed and screamed as she arched and threshed against the straps holding her down. Lieutenant Chandra exchanged smiles with the man behind the desk. ‘For once it appears the information was right, Manjit…this one really doesn’t like needles.’

‘Swack!        Swock!’        Swack!’

Lieutenant Chandra’s right hand slapped across the screaming American’s face. Three quick, hard impacts…right, left, right that stopped Angie Crawford’s screams instantly. The Lieutenant reached down and picked up something from the floor. ‘A little less noise, I think,’ she said crumpling the wet thong into a plug that she pushed into the circle of the ring gag. She used a finger to make sure all the material was inside the plastic ring. When she’d finished any noise Angie wanted to make had been reduced to nothing more than muffled whines.

‘Better…now we can concentrate on these for the moment. Lets begin with a pricking session. Alright Sergeant, hold her again if you would…make sure that the skin is nice and taut.’ The Sergeant leaned over the pinioned figure in the chair and gripped each breast then lifted and pressed them together so the skin of the aureoles was stretched tight. From the centre of each tan circle the peak of each nipple jutted up, the tip already swollen and shiny from his earlier attentions. ‘Oh yes, that’s good… Now, Ms Crawford, let’s see how brave you really are…’

Holding the cork handle between the forefinger and thumb of her right hand she leaned closer and began to jab the point of the needle into the tan circle surmounting Angie’s left breast. Round and round she worked creating a pincushion of tiny punctures. On its own each stab of the needle was bearable but like pulling out hairs one by one the little stabs of pain just grew worse and worse. The Lieutenant worked around the whole of the wide tan disc carefully avoiding any contact with the swollen peak and smiled happily as she listened to the sounds of torment.

‘…and the other one.’

The figure strapped to the chair heaved and bucked, her head rocking from side to side as she tried to ride the horrible prickling, stabbing torment of the needle. Sergeant Rampal leaned over her, his fingers digging into her tender breast flesh as he squeezed the swollen globes together, presenting the taut circle of her other aureole for the Lieutenant’s attention.

For nearly twenty minutes the torture continued, the only sounds in the room the muffled noises from the American and the shuffling of feet on the concrete floor as the sergeant moved to maintain the pressure on her breasts. Lieutenant Chandra was almost calm, perched on the edge of the chair, the fingertips of one hand touching the rim of the tan circle while she used the mounted needle with the care of a surgeon doing the most delicate work.

Finally, she sat back, ‘all right, Sergeant, let her rest for a moment. She’s had a taste now so lets give her a chance to tell us what she knows.’ The Sergeant grinned and let go of Angie’s breasts. He used one callused finger to hook the sodden panties out of her mouth then undid the ring gag. Lieutenant Chandra pressed down on Angie’s jaw so she could remove the black, plastic ring from behind Angie Crawford’s teeth. ‘Fuck around with us an’ this goes back in understand?’

For a moment Angie Crawford was in no state to reply. He jaw muscles cramped and in spasm she could only moan and work her lips and lower jaw trying to make her muscles respond as she tried to bring her tortured breathing under control.

‘Pleeeeg…I doan no anthink…pleeg…PLEEEG!’

‘No…no Angie…not that old story again. Look how much that hurt already…and all for nothing.’ Lieutenant Chandra got up and went across to the table. She put the cork back in the case and took out a small plastic box. She walked back and settled herself on the chair, moving it forward until she was face to face with the splayed and pinioned figure from only a foot or so away. ‘These come next,’ she opened the box and took out a bamboo splint about four inches long.

‘No…Oh God…no…please I don’t know anything…it was her…that Morgan bitch…she was the one who did it all…made all the contacts. Ask her. ASK HER NOT ME!’

Angie watched in terror as Lieutenant Chandra just smiled, shook her head and held up the bamboo splint so her victim could see where the tip had been darkened with a flame to harden the point. ‘Sorry, but I don’t believe you. The right one please.’

For a moment Angie Crawford just stared, not understanding what had been said. It was only when the sergeant leaned over her shoulder to cup her right breast in both hands, holding it still with the nipple pointing upwards that she understood what they were going to do…

‘NOOOOO…OH FUCK…OH FUCK…PLEEEESE…NAAAAAH!’

The Lieutenant held the stiff peak between finger and thumb of her left hand, waited until she was sure that Angie Crawford was staring down at her hands with a horrified fascination then touched the nipple tip with the point. ‘There’s a little bunch of nerves right down at the base of your nipple…you’ll let me know when the point ouches it won’t you?’ The American’s head whipped from side to side in frantic protest.

She paused. ‘Still nothing to tell me?’ Angie Crawford strained forward, eyes staring wide, head shaking in disbelief and babbling a stream of frantic pleas as she watched the Lieutenant roll the dull yellow shaft from side to side, pressing forwards so the cruel sliver of sharpened wood slowly skewered the length of Angie Crawford’s nipple.

‘NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!’

Working with delicate skill the Lieutenant took her time, her eyes flicking between the bamboo splint and the American’s agonised expression. Suddenly, Angie went rigid, arching back with her muscles quivering and straining. A high-pitched shriek of agony echoed round the room and her eyes bulged with the pain. ‘Aaah yes…that’s the place isn’t it!’

Lieutenant Chandra held her hand still, waiting for that first jolt of agony to fade a little. ‘Now if I just move the point a little bi…’

‘HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGG!’

The leather straps creaked and drops of sweat flicked off the American woman’s face as she writhed and bucked even more violently as the buried point scraped and probed the nerve centre. Another pause and Angie slumped back, breath coming in heaving, snorting gasps as she tried to ride the probing agony of the splint impaling the tip of her left breast. Once again the Lieutenant’s fingers moved just a little bit, and she arched back again, bubbling and squealing as the bamboo point moved in her flesh.

When the cries lost their first shrill edge Lieutenant Toni Chandra left the thin yellow shaft in place, and looked up at the pain-filled eyes of Angie Crawford. ‘It was you…not her…wasn’t it?’ Angie tried to resist but the Lieutenant moved her hand and another wavering scream was ripped from the woman’s throat

‘YESSS….MEEEEEEEEE…YESYESYESYES…PLEEEESE!’

‘So who did you meet in Jakarta?

‘Pleeese…no n-names…just called by n-n-numbers…Mr One, Mr Two…no namEEEEEEEEZ!’

‘Let’s help you remember…time to try the other one now, Sergeant’

‘No Oh God…PLEEEEZE…D-D-D-DON’T PLEEEEZE!’

She screamed as the sergeant put his big hands around her right breast and squeezed so the peak lifted and jutted out ready for the Lieutenant’s attentions.

Leaving the first bamboo needle in place she picked up another one from the box and steadied Angie’s right nipple between finger and thumb. This time she didn’t say anything as she touched the fire-hardened point to the very peak. She looked at the woman’s fixed expression, smiled and then rocked the little rod from side to side working the point into the sensitive flesh. A trickle of blood showed in the corner of Angie Crawford’s mouth as she fought to hold back her screams. Her breath raced as she gulped air, riding the pain…waiting for the agony when the point found that one place deep insi….

‘…GAAAAAAARRRGH…STOP IT! NAAAAAAGH! PLEEEEEESE!’

The Lieutenant and the two men shared smiles of amusement as the American’s demented cries echoed round the room. At the desk, Manjit had not yet turned the tape recorder on knowing that these preliminaries would only need to be deleted…and if she did reveal anything it would be easy to persuade her to repeat the admission. Besides he just wanted to watch the Lieutenant working on the American…if he was lucky one day it would be his turn to hold a woman or girl still while the Lieutenant used the needles.

Again Lieutenant Chandra was careful not to allow Angie Crawford to find refuge in unconsciousness. Her skill was holding her victim at the peak of agony before allowing the woman to slump back, panting and whimpering for a minute or so. A true sadist, she loved watching the reaction on her victim’s face each time she reached out to move the protruding end of the bamboo needle. One little movement they knew would bring yet more agony.

She held the protruding end. ‘Tell me…who did you meet?’ Finger and thumb turned the little yellow rod and Angie Crawford arched back in agony. She waited, ‘the names…all you have to do is tell me the names, Angie…’

Four more times she probed the nerve centre but Angie Crawford still didn’t break. Lieutenant Chandra let her rest, waiting for the heaving breaths to calm and the eyes to open once again. Then she smiled and used both hands, moving the two needles at the same time. It was too much and Angie Crawford screamed her submission. Lieutenant Chandra sat back and waited until Manjit nodded that the recorder was running. She tapped the ends of the bamboo needles again. ‘Tell me, Angie…the names…everything.’

‘GAAAAAH…No-no-no-NO! P-PLEEEEZE! Stop! I’ll tell you…Stop! NO! Stop please…PLEEEZE!’

‘Go on or…’ She nodded to Sergeant Rampal who let go of her breasts and straightened up. He had a broad grin at their success in breaking the woman, although disappointed that things had stopped so quickly. But he knew that she would get the chance to fuck the American properly once the Colonel was satisfied they had got all they wanted from her.

Her resistance broken Angie Crawford gave them everything she could remember. The words were gabbled out but each time it only needed a warning touch on one of the bamboo needles to make her to stop and repeat anything that wasn’t clear. In five minutes the Lieutenant knew she had the main details the Colonel wanted. ‘Get that transcribed now, Manjit,’ she ordered. He nodded and hurried out clutching the recorder.

Angie Crawford lolled exhausted from the agony in her breasts and the growing cramps from her position strapped into the torture chair. ‘T-take them out…p-pleese…I told you what you wanted…please.’ Lieutenant Chandra nodded, reached down and pulled the two thin shafts free of the woman’s nipples very slowly.

Angie reared up as much a s the straps would allow her with a single squeal of agony before slumping back, breath hissing through her clenched teeth as her abused breasts throbbed and burned. She stared down at her breasts in disbelief. Apart from some small beads of blood on the tips of her nipples there wasn’t a mark on her. Yes, they were swollen, the flesh of each peak taut and shiny so they stuck out like blunt spikes. But to someone who didn’t know what they had done to her there was nothing to show the torture she’d endured.

Lieutenant Chandra looked at the shuddering and sweat soaked figure in the chair well aware of what she was thinking. ‘That’s right…no marks…and who would believe you anyway…without evidence.’ She turned, ‘You can take a break, Sergeant. Fifteen minutes only…have a cigarette while I check with the Colonel.’

She waited until Sergeant Rampal left and the door closed behind him then sat down again and smiled at Angie Crawford. It was not a nice or encouraging smile. She reached between the pinioned woman’s splayed thighs. Angie jerked as one scarlet-tipped finger teased between her cunt lips, the edge of the nail just grazing the side of her clitoris so she gasped and jerked in reflex. ‘I hope you remembered everything, Angie,’ Toni Chandra purred, her finger teasing and stimulating the little swollen bead at the top of the American’s slit.

‘P-p-please…d-d-don’t….aaaaah…nah-ah…please…I’ve told you what you wanted…please…’ she gasped, unable to move or prevent the intrusion

The finger slid between the slippery lips, always returning to fret that one special place that was making Angie Crawford pant and moan with unwanted pleasure. ‘Ah yes…that what you say. But, Angie,’ she used forefinger and thumb to spread the woman’s labia apart. ‘If you’ve been naughty and forgotten something then, a little while it will be the Sergeant holding you wide open just like this and you’ll find out what it’s like to have one of those long, thin needles pushed into your clitoris…’ Her fingernail touched the tip of Angie’s clit, just here…then all the way in…Think about that.’ Her finger moved and she pressed the tip against the rosette of Angie Crawford’s anus. ‘Here is almost as bad they tell me…well their screams do...

Angie Crawford wailed in anguish, tears trickling down onto her abused breasts. But she also squirmed with tormented pleasure as Lieutenant Toni Chandra continued to finger her cunt and clitoris with devilish skill. She knew what the Colonel would tell her…check the information! She watched the woman squirming as she masturbated her…she smiled sadistically and fingered the American harder and faster so the cries became louder and more desperate.  The bitch would be making very different noises in a little while…when she felt the first needle piercing her clitoris.

*****

The room echoed with the hoots and chants of pleasure as eighteen year old Mandy Jones jerked and bucked in the throes of her third orgasm of the afternoon. Lieutenant Mary Mahindra knew the girl had reached her climax but continued to use the small, viciously buzzing vibrator to tease and torment the teenager’s exposed cunt…just for the fun of watching her increasingly desperate and useless efforts to avoid any more stimulation of the now ultra-sensitive folds. She loved that moment when a young girl’s cries of pleasure turned into anguished pleas to stop. Of course, the real fun was that she didn’t stop…and there was nothing the girl could do to make her.

Jenny Talang watched in growing excitement until at last she too had to stand and strip off her clothes. She unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Her white, formal blouse quickly followed but, unlike her senior officer, Jenny wasn’t wearing a bra. Her small, sharp breasts were firm and high enough not to need support and after the events of the past half hour her long dark, almost black, nipples were hard and stiff with sexual arousal. If Mary Mahindra’s white thong panties were brief, the red g-string Jenny was wearing was tiny.

She watched her lover working the vibrator round the girl’s clitoris for a moment longer then reached forward and entwined the fingers of both hands in the teenager’s matted hair. She twisted the girl’s head back and arched her hips forward so the tiny vee of red fabric at her groin brushed Mandy’s nose. ‘My turn now, Mandy,’ she said, moving the girl’s nose up and down against her silk-sheathed cunt.

Jenny Talang shivered with pleasure as the eighteen year old bubbled, licked and mumbled her lips against her g-string. For five long minutes the two women continued to torment their victim, Mary using the vibrator to draw those jerking, screamed responses from the teenager’s cunt while Jenny rode her face, controlling every movement holding the reins of blond hair.

Finally, Mary Mahindra stood up and switched off the vibrator. Jenny also stopped and let the girl’s head go as they both paused for breath. Like the girl between them, both women were now panting, their bodies filmed with perspiration. Mary brought another shriek of pain from the girl bent over the stool as she scratched her fingernails softly across the hot weals left but the caning. ‘Such a pity you were so foolish, Mandy…now you’re going to find out just how much more the second ten will hurt.’ 

Mandy twisted her head round and screamed as she saw the lieutenant pick up the cane again. ‘No…no-no-no…Oh fuck…you c-c-can’t! Please…please, no, NOOO! I’ll d-d-do anything…anything…PLEEEEEZE NAAAAAH!’

‘You’re going to do that anyway,’ Lieutenant Mahindra said dismissively. She looked at Jenny who had two fingers of her right hand down the front of her g-string and moving them gently in and out of her cunt while watching what was happening to the girl in front of her. ‘Jenny!’ Jenny looked up, whipping her fingers free with guilty speed. ‘Catch!’ Mary threw the little vibrator to her. ‘Try it while you watch…see how you like Mandy’s little toy.’ Jenny grinned and wriggled out of the tiny panties then sprawled back in the armchair closest to Mandy Jones’s head.

She bent her legs and spread her thighs wide apart. Mandy Jones looked round, head twisting and turning in panic when she heard the wasp buzz of her vibrator. ‘My turn now, Mandy,’ Jenny said. She spread the lips of her cunt apart and brought the tip of the vibe down to tease along the inner folds. ‘Aaaaah Fuuuuuck…that’s g-goood.’ Mary Mahindra’s smile widened as she saw how Jenny was biting her lips, her head bent forward as she watched the buzzing metal studs moving against her wetness. The Lieutenant flexed the slim cane between her hands just waiting for the moment when Jenny decided to stop teasing herself and started to use the vibe round her clit.

‘Ah-aaaah…that’s good…sooo good,’ Jenny spread her slit wider and deliberately lifted the buzzing head away…then arched up as she touched it to the stem of her clitoris. ‘OH FUUUUCK…YESSSS!’ She stared across at the pinioned girl. ‘Now you scream for me…go on DO IT!’

Mary Mahindra swung her arm and the cane seared another line across the fiery red bars already lacing the teenager’s bottom cheeks. Caught completely unawares because she was staring at the sight of the woman in front of her masturbating with her own vibrator, Mandy Jones just went rigid. Her head arched back and her eyes bulged as the pain bit into her abused flesh. Her mouth stretched into a wide O of agony. Then, just as Jenny Talang had ordered, she screamed!

‘Thackk!’

‘NAAAAH!…P-P-P-PLEEEEZE! GAAAAARRGH!’

Mandy Jones screamed and strained in agony as the cane whipped across to add a second line across the swollen weals of her first ten strokes. Little beads of blood marked were the lines crossed. Lieutenant Mahindra could feel her own orgasm building, her senses whipped to a frenzy not only by the sheer sadistic pleasure of caning the helpless blonde teenager, but also because she could watch her lover masturbating herself to her own orgasm in front of them both as they listened to and watched the girl’s slow, sexual torture.

She pressed her thighs together feeling the wetness seeping from her cunt as she shivered with pleasure. Two more strokes across the out-thrust swell of the girl’s bottom were enough to bring her to the brink. She breathed deeply, trying to hold back…delaying the moment to increase the pleasure. She brought another jerk and cry from the sobbing girl when she let the cane rub across the abused flesh of her buttocks.

‘Five more, Mandy…still five more…poor Mandy Jones…how will she stand it?’ She laughed softly as the girl responded with another babble of promises and desperate pleas for mercy. ‘Shhh…all this fuss over a little caning.’ She moved her hand and the cane stroked across the tender skin at the tops of the girl’s thighs. ‘Still five remember…right across here so it stings those swollen pussy lips too…ready?’

‘Nooooooooooooooh!’

‘Thuck!’

The sound was deeper this time and the effect even more intense. Mary Mahindra breathed deeply as she watched the thin yellow rod slice across the girl’s swollen and protruding labia. Mandy Jones reacted exactly as the woman on the frame had done when they’d used the magneto on her cunt. She arched back with every muscle taut and quivering and her long scream of pain had echoed round the room. Mary waited, watching Jenny Talang’s increasing rapid movements as she worked the vibrator round and round her clit, her hips lifting and thrusting as she rode that buzzing, phantom lover to a peak.

‘Thuck!’        ‘Thuckk!’        ‘Thuuuukk!’

‘GAAAAAARRRGH! NONONONONO…HAH…NAAAAAAGH!’

‘Oh fuck…yes…yes…GO ON…SCREAM…YES…OH FUCK…FUCK!

YEEEEEEES…OH YES….OH YES…’

‘THUCK!’

The cane clattered to the floor as the last stroke cut another groove of agony across the soft meat of the teenager’s upper thighs and again caught the pouting rim of her cunt slit. Mandy Jones’s scream mingled with the frantic chanting and cries of pleasure from the young officer arching up in front of her as the caning and the hornet like vibe took the over the brink of her orgasm.

Lieutenant Mary Mahindra let the cane fall and forced the fingers of her right hand down inside the sodden white thong so she could masturbate to her own furious climax. She forced three fingers deep inside her vagina, pounding them in and out in a wild rhythm the brought her to the floor, knees splayed wide as she pushed deeper and deeper. Leaning back she used two fingers of her left hand on her clitoris and within a few moments she too was swearing and hooting as her orgasm swept through her body.

Gradually the sounds of pain and pleasure died down to just the noises of panting breaths and the sniffling sobs of the eighteen year old still bent over the stool. Mary Mahindra got to her feet and swept the damps strands of hair away from her face. She walked unsteadily round until she could help Jenny to her feet. They kissed, Jenny slid her hands across the sweat-slicks curves of Mary’s full breasts while they let the aftershocks of orgasm die down a little.

They looked at the slumped figure of the blonde American teenager. Jenny reached down, grabbed a handful of hair and lifted the girl’s head. Mandy gasped but after her ordeal  she was too shocked, hurt and exhausted to really make any other protest.

‘I think she’s learned her lesson…very polite to everyone in Mantok now,’ Jenny said with an unpleasant grin. ‘No more trouble from you, right?’

‘P-p-please…please…I I’ll b-be g-good…please I will, honest I will.’

‘I think you’re right Jenny. You can let her get up now.’ She ran her fingers across Mandy’s lips. ‘Then we’ll see how good she is at saying thank you…to both of us.’

*****

They had removed the ball gag because the Colonel knew the important men sitting in the shadows round the edge of the lighted area liked to hear the noises a woman makes under torture. There had been laughter and a murmur of amused comments as the American immediately started to yell and swear into the hot lights hiding her tormentors.

The yells had turned to frantic protests when Colonel Telak had twisted his fingers in her hair and forced her to look at the long, thin bottle brush with its spiral of white, nylon bristles the bare-chested interrogator was holding. He had smiled at her when the man had let her feel just a little of their scratching coarseness when he swirled the brush along the exposed rim of her slit. Not really hard, just enough to make her jerk and buck uselessly on the bamboo rod…and to clench her teeth as the bristles scraped across the edges of her labia.

The Colonel leaned closer and said quietly, ‘we’ll start by fucking you with it first…nice and slowly so you can feel it going right up inside.’ Judy Morgan jerked again, whimpering with fear as the grinning man parted her labia and ran the brush to and fro along the crease so she could feel the sharpness of the nylon spines raking the inner folds. ‘You can stop this now,’ the Colonel said as she had hissed with pain when the man twisted the end of the rod into the opening of her vagina, ‘otherwise it will be very bad for you.’

‘Fuck of…AAAAAAGGGGGH!’ Judy Morgan arched her words turning into a wild scream of agony as the brush was twisted and turned into her vagina. The screams echoed round the underground chamber as the man continued reaming the long shaft up inside her until it was fully inserted into her vagina.

‘NAAAAAAARGGGH! HUH…HUH…HUH…P-P-P-PLEEEEESE!’

That had been nearly half an hour ago. The cries were different now…higher pitched and more desperate. Colonel Telak sat comfortably, smoking and watching the jerking figure on the bar. No questions yet, just another fractional nod of the head every so often and each time the torturer moved his hand, turning the twisted wire handle protruding from the woman’s body. Judy Morgan shuddered at the slightest movement, straining like a mad thing as the nylon bristles of the bottlebrush scored and scratched the delicate membranes deep inside her cunt. ‘T-t-take it out…p-p-please…c-c-can’t stand it…p-p-please!’ There was no response and at the Colonel’s nod the man smiled and pulled on the wire handle.

‘AAAAAARRRGH! FUUUUUCK! OH GOD NO! NAAAAAAAAAH!’

Another wild scream filled the interrogation room and the watching figures saw the pinioned woman contract up against the bar as the thin brush was pulled out just a centimetre or so. The man waited until the wail of agony died a little then, very gently, he rocked the brush in and out making the spiral of bristles point first one way then the other, so that hundreds of sharp nylon points scored and jabbed into already raw flesh with each little movement.

‘NONONONO! H-H-HAAAAAAGH! P-P-P-PLEEEEEZ!’

Colonel Telak held up one finger and the man let go leaving the twisted wire poking up obscenely from between the inverted woman’s thighs. He tapped ash from his cigarette and leaned forwards on his chair. ‘The name…who were you meeting, here are you meeting them and why are you in Mantok?’

‘Huh-huh h-holiday…tol you thas all…NAAAAAAARGH!’

The bar creaked as the Colonel gave the faintest of nods and her torturer slowly pushed the brush deep into her body once more. The man waited until the cries died a little then began to work it in and out once more, this time with a slow, deliberate piston action. The women’s muscles quivered, tendons showing white under her tanned flesh as she strained uselessly at the straps holding her body contorted on the bamboo rod.

‘OGODOGODOGAAAAAAAAH!…NAAAARGH!…P-P-P-PLEEEEEEEEEZZE!’

The babbling screams echoed round the hot fetid chamber. Finally the colonel flicked his finger and the wire with its now bloodstained bristles was pulled out of her body. He waited for the sounds of her agony to turn into gasping sobs before he spoke. ‘Now, Judy…I want you to understand…we’ve only just started…do you want us to go on doing these things to you? No, of course you don’t…and all you have to do is tell me what I want to know.’ He waited, listening to the whimpers and wet noises from the woman on the bar.

Finally he nodded and stroked the sodden strands of dyed blonde hair from her cheeks. ‘But you will tell me…you know that, don’t you? So why all this foolishness?’

‘I d-d-don nuh-nuh-no a-anyt-thin…pleeeeeese…ass an-an-an-jeeee…pleeeeese.’

‘Anjee? You mean Miss Crawford…Angela Crawford…she’s the one we should be asking about this?’ There was a frantic nodding from the woman on the bar. ‘Oh yes, she will be entertaining us too.’ He smiled down.  But, the flights, the hotel booking…all on your credit card…tell me about that.’

‘Angie’s got n-n-no cards…she’s g-g-g-ot no c-cards…don…d-d-don’t know anything… Angie tol me to b-book.’

‘So you just pay for everything without any questions at all…how generous of you!’ The colonel’s fingers stroked her cheek. ‘But, you see Judy…I can call you Judy can’t I?’ He went on before she could answer, ‘there’s just a little problem…My colleagues in Jakarta tell me that Ms Crawford met with certain people there, political people who we very much want to talk to…Now tell me, if you don’t know anything…why were you at those meetings?’

‘Nooooooo…nooo wasn’t there…pleese…they’re lying…PLEEEESE!’

‘No, no they’re not…so we need to stimulate your memory a little more.’ One of the interrogators placed a small table beside the Colonel’s chair. He stroked her cheek again, ‘in a little while we’ll use the brush again…in your anus this time, but first we’ll try something more modern.’

She caught sight the control box and jumble of equipment on the table ‘Oh God…no…pleeeese no…you can’t pleeese…YOU CAN’T DO THIS!’

‘Don’t be silly, of course we can.’ He held up the loosely coiled red and black wires so she could see the toothed copper alligator clips attached to the end of each one and chuckled. ‘The only problem with using the bar is that it makes it difficult for us to play with your nipples.’ He handed the wires to the man who’d been using the brush earlier. ‘Never mind we’ll make up for it later on, I’m sure you can imagine where he’s going to attach those electrodes instead…can’t you?’

The man grinned through stained and broken teeth. Judy whimpered, head shaking from side to side in futile denial while straining to see between her bent legs as the man moved to the other side of the bar. ‘NAH…HAAAAH!’ The noise came through clenched teeth as rough fingers probed the opening of her vagina. She heaved and twisted, rocking to and fro on the bar as the man took his time reaming two fingers in and out of the same opening that he had tormented and scratched raw with the nylon bristles a few minutes earlier.

Colonel Telak raised one finger. ‘No, not there, lets try the anus to start with…and the other on her clit.’ He listened with sadistic pleasure to the sudden desperate babble from the American as she felt one copper clip touching the tight rosette of her anus. The man smiled, pressed his finger and thumb together and the woman’s babble became a single shriek of protest as he pushed one jaw of the open clip into the puckered opening, waited for a few moments…then let the other jaw snap shut to pinch a fold of her anal rim between the sharp metal teeth

‘GAAAAAAARRRGHH…Nuh...nuh…nuh…PLEEEEEEEESE! Take it off take it off take it off…hurrrrrrrts!

‘Then tell me what I want to know or this is going to hurt too.’ The Colonel shifted in his seat, suddenly hot and stimulated and needing to ease the pressure of his erection as he watched the man touching the American’s exposed cunt slit, spreading the swollen lips to expose the little nub of the woman’s clitoris. There were obscene comments mixed with heavy breathing from the darkness as they too enjoyed the sight of her squirming and bucking each time her torturer flicked the sensitive tip.

This time her torturer made sure she saw him snapping the other clip open and closed so she knew what was coming.  There was a silence in the room, apart from the woman’s ragged panting, as the man nuzzled the open clip into her slit until the stem of her clitoris was between the toothed jaws. ‘Ready…?’ the Colonel said and nodded.

She wasn’t. They all saw the man’s hand lift away as he let the clip snap shut, there was a moment’s pause before woman seemed to go mad, jerking and twisting; her head arching forward and back. ‘Naaaaaah…ga-aaarh…Stop it…stop…please STOP…NOOOOOO!’

Colonel Telak grabbed a handful of sodden, blonde hair and twisted viciously. ‘Shut up, you stupid, fucking slut…we haven’t even started yet…it’s your last chance before we start to tickle your cunt…so, tell me what I want to know…’

‘Doan no…tol you…as-askangie…she knows them…I didn’t meet those three men…pleeeese…I didn’t…please!’

The Colonel smiled and stroked her hair. ‘Oh dear, Judy,’ he paused and looked at the pain-wracked face of the American woman, ‘I didn’t say were three and that they were men so, Judy, tell me…how did you know that?’

‘NOOOOOO! DON’T…DON’T…PLEEEEEESE!’

The American’s words became more frantic as she saw the Colonel pick up a small black box from the table beside him. Judy Morgan followed the wires with her eyes. One thick wire trailed down onto the floor and away to the side of the room where a transformer hummed softly, the red ‘on’ light glowing in the dimness. She knew all to well where the other two thin red wires led. She could feel the sharp pinching bite of the copper clips between her legs.

In the shadows men leaned forwards, shifting on their seats, hands furtively touching themselves as they stared at the tanned figure doubled over the bar in front of them. The woman’s blonde hair flicked the floor and her body gleamed with a fine sheen of sweat. But most of their attention was on the point of her body where the outthrust curves of her buttocks framing the jutting bulge of her cunt…and the two thin wires trailing across taut flesh to where the copper electrodes were clipped to her anus and clitoris. But they were also looking at Colonel Telak’s left hand holding the control box where the American slut could see it.

The Colonel let them enjoy the moment then turned the control knob from ‘0’ to ‘3’ on and rested his thumb on the red button. ‘Once again, who are you meeting, where are you meeting them…and why are you in Mantok?’ He waited and then nodded in satisfaction when he saw the woman’s lips tighten.

There was a soft ‘click’ as he pressed the button.

Apart from a low buzzing noise there was silence for a moment apart from a gentle buzzing from the unit. The watchers saw the woman’s muscles suddenly go into spasm, tendons showing like pale wires beneath her skin as the current surged through her cunt. Her face clenched, teeth bared in a rictus grin before a piercing, wordless scream echoed round the underground room.

‘GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!’

Colonel Telak released the button and the American went limp, body heaving as she tried to draw air into her lungs. Drops of sweat trickled down the curve of her back while the only sound was her gasping cries of agony. Moments later she tried to say something but the colonel’s thumb cut her off as the current jerked her body rigid again. This time he held the button down for twice as long, letting the current fizz and scorch through the most sensitive points of her body. Again, as his thumb lifted, she flopped down as far as her bonds and the bar would allow. This time her efforts to breathe were even more frantic. All the watchers could hear was a continuous agonised chanting, ’no…no…no… …please...please…no…please…please’

No questions were asked, just the awful cycle of screams and shuddering gasps for another fifteen minutes before the Colonel put the controller down, reached over and ran his fingers along the curve of her bottom just teasing the edge of her slit. He flicked the electrode gripping the now taut and swollen bulb of her clitoris and she jerked as though he’d turned the current on again. ‘That’s what’s so good about electricity,’ he said in a quiet conversational tone. ‘For us I mean. No effort needed… and the machine doesn’t get tired.’

He looked down at her pain-wracked face. ‘You’re tired, aren’t you Judy? Tired of the pain and the unpleasant things we’re doing to you…even worse thinking about what other things we’ll do in the hours to come…’ His white teeth gleamed in the dimness as he smiled again. ‘Now…do you want to change your mind and tell me everything?’

She jerked again as he slapped the curve of flesh. ‘Don’t worry, this little toy won’t kill you even if you’re thinking and hoping it will …we’re much too experienced to let that happen…No, we’ll keep you wide awake so you can feel everything… unless you decide to be sensible of course.’ He picked up the little box. ‘So, lets try again…on 5 this time.’

Judy Morgan was screaming even before he pressed the button.

*****

To be continued in ‘Cruel Island – A Mantok Story Part 3’

Cortez

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