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South American interrogation
by Electrosadist. All rights reserved.
The scene is a torture center, sometime in the -80’s, far away from the capital in a South American country. Rich people from the US, among them you, are invited to watch the interrogations performed by the military police. The guide leads you on a tour through the torture center.
– Yes, as I told you, we have it all here; everything you wish, you name it.
It’s this thing with electricity that you can’t stop thinking about, can you? Well, why should you? As I told you, we can serve you in every way. Follow me down to the basement…
So, here we are. Do you see the metallic chair? Almost like a throne, bolted to the concrete floor. And the table? Fine. The straps? Well, can’t you imagine? The girl whom is to be placed in the chair in just a minute will be tightly secured to it. And all straps are metallic, as you can see. Good for heat – and current as well…
Look, here she is. She is brought into the room by two male, uniformed guards. A young one, a teenager… well trained but still with rather big breasts that point a bit upwards… and those childish pigtails…
Look how easily they put her into the chair and how swiftly they secure her to it: her ankles, her knees and her thighs… This girl has rather strong thighs, I must say. They are secured to the seat by bracelets tightened just where the thighs end and the very hairy crotch begins… Mmm, blonde hair… and fluffy… This will really be a delightful session, I can promise you that…
Aha, and now for the hips. There we go; a metallic band right over the hipbone… click… she cannot even undulate now. Look, the fear in her eyes when she sees them coming closer to her. They smile, evilly, as they easily press her to the back of the chair… her naked back leaning against the cold metal chair… You see how her nipples react…? Mmm! She panics, screams to the guards, pleads with them… but nobody cares… nobody stops doing their tasks… Of course not! Why should they? It’s not they who are in the torture chair!
The arms, the hands… there we go, tightly secured to the armrests by metal bracelets. Her hands so close to being able to stop it all – yet so far away…
And her head… one metallic band around her neck, as tight as possible – and one around her forehead, so that she cannot pass out by banging her head to the back of chair when the fun begins… that would be to easy for her…
There you are, neatly packed! The guards now put the equipment in place. A box, filled with long needles – some 12 to 15 inches long. These needles all have a small wooden grip, so that the torturer wouldn’t hurt herself – it’s a She, it’s always a woman; they are cruelest to other women – by burning her delicate fingers.
A generator. On the generator there is of course a knob, if they want to use the ordinary electrical system. But there is also a crank, for manual creating of current. Some of the torturers find this way of mastering the level of pain more exciting; it gives them a feeling of presence and power that they say is far more exciting than doing it the modern way, with the knob. I must say though, that if you get to see a really skilled sadist using the old fashioned generator, you are really lucky. It seems that the victim, the girl, can’t handle the fact that somebody is actually inflicting this unbearable pain simply by slowly turning a crank…not stopping the movement despite the pleas…It’s the worst part for them, I can tell you; the humiliation… and, of course, as a surprise for you; the most skilled of our female sadists is to perform today…oh yeah…
Then there are some short needles as well. You may soon see the use of them…
Now. look at the woman entering the room. With a gorgeous body, raven hair and an evil smile on her lips she walks towards her victim. The woman seems to be about 35 years old. She pets and caresses the bound girls face, she even kisses her, French. The poor girl cries silently… it’s a very deep and long kiss, and the woman seems to be exited by it. She finally stops and, with a short laughter, slaps the girls face hard, just once.
Let’s just enjoy the show, shall we?
– – –
– Ah, girlie… honeymoon is over. Say hello to me – my name is Samantha.
The bound girl doesn’t answer. She just stares. In her 16-year old life she never had thought anything like this could happen to her. She, a rich white girl… no, never. Of course, she had heard the stories about other girls in the school that had been arrested by the military, in order to supply them with information about subversive elements. Torture by heat and electricity seemed to be the instruments of the interrogators. But that she… No, no, NO!!!
Samantha puts fire to a gas flame and holds it behind the steel chair, letting it flick back and forth. The effect comes immediately. The girl panics and screams when she fully understands the purpose of the flame; it heats the chair, very fast… The metal now burns her back, and her tender skin on her cute behind…
The pain gets more and more intense as Samantha, without taking the flame away for even a second, just lets the flame continue it’s cruel dance behind the chair, burning more and more, and the girl screams, she begs, Stop it, stop it PLEEEASE, I beg You… but why, why, why should Samantha stop… This is the moment she’s been waiting for, it’s her turn now, her best night of the week…
So, just imagine… the heat continues for ten more minutes, together with the shrieks, the guttural shrieks that the young bound girl produces…
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGGGHHHHAAAAAARRRRGGHHHH…
And she can hardly move a muscle… her futile attempts to get free are completely ignored by her implacable bonds…
Samantha finally takes the flame away, but she doesn’t turn it off, oh no, she has other plans… She looks down at her totally helpless and naked victim and licks her lips. This is only the beginning, she thinks…
– Do you have a suggestion?
Samantha teases the girl. She falls for it.
– TAKE ME OFF…OFF…PLEEEASE…
Samantha smiles. She reaches for a short metallic band and fastens it to a hook in the seat, just where the poor little girl’s slit is. Then she fastens the other end to a small hook on the band that runs over the hips of the poor thing. As she slowly lowers the flame, she whispers softly in the girl’s ear:
– But girlie, why should I take you off… why should I…
As she finally lets the flame begin it’s dance under the seat, just under the hairy crotch, Samantha bursts out laughing… the girl roars and yells as the metal band covering her slit slowly is getting hotter and hotter… you can imagine the pain…it never stops…
– Would you like me to stop?
Samantha doesn’t get an answer. The poor blonde girl is now constantly crying out wild, her limbs stiff and her eyes desperate. Yes, she can’t really move an inch. And still, the pain that never stops… She can’t get away from it. This is REALLY good, Samantha thinks and smiles happily as she lets the flame continue it’s wonderful work a few minutes more.
When she finally shuts off the flame and, after a while, by using protective gloves, loosens the now red hot band from it’s hooks, the naked girl is almost unconscious. Not to good if she passes out, Samantha thinks and puts a stethoscope to the girls chest. As Samantha is an experienced military nurse, she can tell from the heart rhythm of the victim exactly where the limit is. No, she’s all right so far, Samantha thinks. I can go on.
The cunt lips are severely burned by the metallic band. They are a bit swollen and therefore well parted and completely red. Samantha licks her lips when she sees the result of her work. This is good for the continued treatment that she has in mind for the girl, as the cunt now is even more sensitive than before…
Samantha calls for the guards to rearrange the victim. They easily drag the semiconscious girl from the chair and put her on her back on top of the metal table. They quickly fasten her to the table with the metal straps. The same procedure; her head kept immobile, her arms fastened along her sides, and her legs tightly secured to the table by straps at her crotch and at her bent knees, and at her calves and ankles. She is secured in a way that makes her thighs part wildly, but as her knees are bent her calves are still pointing parallel downwards to the end of the table. Her lovely sex is utterly exposed in this position…
Samantha watches the scene as she finishes a cigarette – she enjoys smoking during a torture session. She then dismisses the guards, and as they close the heavy steel door Samantha looks at the girl for some minutes, savoring her slow awakening, and without a word she bends down and lets her tongue taste the alas so red and sore lips of the tormented girl’s sex. She licks and kisses the labia and eases her soft tongue under the little hood covering the little one’s the clit and frets it for a minute, just long enough for the girl to feel the blood starting to flow into her clit and enlarging it, and making it even more sensitive, just as when she masturbates in her room at night… If she only had knew what was to come…
Samantha now steps up and reaches for a small box, from which she takes out two wires. Each wire has a split strand in one end, and an electric contact in the other. Samantha hums merrily as she sees the girl react on the sight of the wires; she starts to beg in a low, childish voice to be set free, not to have to undergo the torture that is in store for her… tears in her eyes… Samantha doesn’t even take notice. She is going to do her task as she has planned to. Why should some silly tears stop her?
Samantha therefore takes one of the short needles and holds it in her right hand, between the thumb and the index finger. With her left hand she easily parts the already so swollen labia of the girls slit and makes the small, now hypersensitive clit stand out of the clitoral hood and the hairy blonde, smelling bush. Steadily she so lets the needle start to prod into the clit. The girl is cramping and crying out immediately… she screams like a child… but Samantha just smiles and lets the needle continue to penetrate the poor little girls most sensitive spot with a steady but slow motion.
When Samantha is sure that the needle is secured in it’s position, she takes one of the wires and holds it out in front of the now moaning little beauty. Samantha cruelly lets the wire swing back and forth, back and forth in front of the widened, now deadly terrified girl’s eyes, telling her that she hasn’t seen anything yet, that what has been until now has been mere child’s play… Funny how the girl reacts: she seems to be completely calm for a second or so, but then the panic takes overhand and she starts to beg, like a baby… Very silent in the beginning but all the time more and more intense the more she panics. It seems that she now for the very first time realizes that she is going to be put through experiences that she can’t handle… Her pleas are hearth aching. Listen!
– OHNOO, NOO, PLEEASE NOO, NOOOO..MAAMA…UUAAAHAAA…MAAMA…I WANT TO DIE…
Yes, she is in a state of total mental collapse; and that is even before the current has been shot through her… Samantha stands back for a second and enjoys what she sees. The best of it all, she thinks, is this: to see the helpless female victims when they realize what is to be done to them. This moment could last forever if Samantha was to decide… However, for maximum effect, the action has to go on – but slowly, ever so slowly…
Samantha takes a deep sniff of the girl’s cunt, smelling oh so lovely from fear… She then twins the split strands of the wire exactly to the both ends of the needle…the naked girl begs, she promises to give her mother and sister and boyfriend to Samantha instead if she doesn’t have to undergo this treatment… Samantha has, of course, heard such pleas so many times before – so many times, even from girls a lot younger than this one…
– There we are, all ready to start…So saying, Samantha inserts the electric contact on the other end of the wire into the old fashioned generator. The poor girl is still trying to get loose, all in vain of course, but she is so panicked that she doesn’t understand that.
The first reaction from the girl is once again strange. She stops her hollering and turns stiff when the powerful current jolts her clit. Slowly she begins to gasp, then pant when Samantha lets her strong arm speed up the generator – just a little…When Samantha slowly, ever so slowly, but nevertheless steadily increases the current, the blonde girl moans, then squeals, then screams – constantly… can You imagine?
She doesn’t stop screaming one single second during the five long but lovely minutes that Samantha steadily maneuvers that nasty generator. Sometimes Samantha slows it down a bit, just for having the joy of seeing how the desperate girl now is totally in her hands… in her control… The poor thing can’t control one single body function – even her toes reacts on the cruel flow of electricity that constantly is being shot through her most sensitive spot…
So, imagine the scene: a screaming, beautiful blonde little girl, totally naked, bound on a metallic table, perspiring heavily and constantly screaming… and beside her, a well dressed dark-haired and very beautiful woman, madly and evilly staring at the girl with eyes wet from arousal, her arm constantly turning the crank, activating the generator in a monotone but steady rhythm…
Samantha finally stops. The tortured girl collapses and is totally limp. Her gorgeous athletic body is all covered with sweat, and her muscles in her thighs are cramping, just a little. She seems to be unconscious as her eyes are shut and her mouth is open, saliva drooling down her cheek.
Samantha busies her fingers once more by removing the needle from the clit. So easily done, but all to late for the pained girl. How can such a little thing hurt that much? Samantha never could stop wondering how it was possible to create such pain with such simple equipment. But she thanks her God that it’s possible…
Is she through with the torture yet? Oh no, oh no… Samantha now fetches the box containing the longer needles. They look painful enough even without the electricity, but I suppose that you already can guess what she’s up to? Yes, you’re right… She is going to use them in the most painful way, by inserting them into the uterus of the secured girl and then inducing current through the needles… oh my God…
But Samantha is in no hurry. She waits patiently for the girl to wake up. Samantha always wants her victims fit for fight… fit enough to break… The cat doesn’t want to play with a dead rat…
As the girl slowly regains consciousness, Samantha smiles evilly and leans over her.
– Welcome back to Paradise. Have you slept well?
Samantha laughs out loud when she sees the girl panicking once again, trying to kick and get loose when she understands that her nightmare isn’t over yet… no, not in a long while… a very long while…
Samantha listens eagerly to the pleas, oh yes, she always does… she likes that a lot… she often stops her torture just to let her victims get a chance to beg for freedom, just as Samantha. Maybe, just maybe, she is thinking about setting them free… she sometimes, as now, tells her prisoners that she would let them go and begins to untie a wrist, or an ankle, or the very tight strap at the crotch… just to hear the poor, tortured girl praising her and babbling her thanks to her, to her – the torturer… that is the most delightful music to Samantha’s ears…
But, of course, she never really sets the free… The maximum of pleasure is to see the fear in the young girls faces when Samantha once again secures them to the table, promising them sternly that they were to get extra severe punishment for trying to fool Samantha to set them free… and such punishment they always get…
Samantha now holds out two very long needles in front of the once again tightly secured blonde girl.
– I’m going to put these two darlings up you. Do you understand? Up you. And then, guess what? Guess what I’m going to do with you…
So saying, Samantha once again lets the nasty wires swing back and forth in front of the terrified young girl. She starts to blubber.
– Oh please please no, oh no, no no no, I’ll do anything, just anything, oh… NOO, no pleeease, please… I’LL GIVE YOU THE NAMES, ALL THE NAMES YOU WANT… just if you don’t… NOOOOO…
Samantha puts a flame to the tip of the first needle, just as if she hasn’t heard even a single word of the pleas. She slowly lets the flame heat the needle, holding it by its wooden grip in the other end, so that she will not burn her own fingers. She then slowly lets the needle begin its short travel towards the crotch.
The totally helpless teenager now screams aloud, in total panic, as Samantha easily parts the alas already so swollen labia with the thumb and index finger of her left hand, and holds the now glowing hot tip of the needle just a few millimeters away from the clit. Samantha loves every second of this; the total control over a completely helpless and vulnerable female victim.
She then lets the needle start its penetration of the clit. At first the poor baby reacts as before: she stops her screaming, holds her breath for a second and then… oh, then she lets out a loud scream, one of the loudest that Samantha ever has heard in this room…
– Was it that good, darling… I had no idea…
She licks her lips. This will be the special treatment for this particular girl, always, she decides. The girl can probably not think of anything worse than having her clit probed by a sharp, long glowing hot needle that continues to penetrate her all the way into her womb… Can’t blame her, Samantha thinks.
The girl spasms and screams… guttural screams with no sense and no meaning… her body is arched like a bow… Samantha is in no hurry, no hurry at all… She takes her time to let the needle slowly travel all the way up to the uterus, for well over a minute… slowly and steadily…
And then the other needle… First the heating… the aiming… This needle, Samantha decides, is to be put right into her love tunnel… the pressure of the penetration… the dear lady on the torture table screams constantly as the hot needle finds it’s unnatural way through her cunt and up into her uterus…
As the needles finally are fixed, Samantha takes a phone and calls for a doctor. For this part of the interrogation they have to be two: it’s far too dangerous to shoot electricity in this way without controlling the victim’s hearth-rhythm all the time during the session, and Samantha doesn’t want to loose her dearest torture doll too early…
Samantha also makes a call for the interrogation officer to write down the information that she knows the petite girl will leave in just a minute. All in due time, she thinks. Samantha pauses for a minute, smoking a cigarette and massaging her by now very wet slit through her pants. Oh, she thinks in anticipation, the best is yet to come…
– Well well little girl, is it about time to sing now? I promise you that it will all be over if you do…
The Colonel stands beside the torture table, waiting patiently. This is just routine for him; he has done this so many times before that he doesn’t even bother to watch the torture anymore. Just write down the information and then go home to his family for supper.
– My sister is hiding in an apartment at Calle los Azurro 42… That is all they want to know.
– Thank You, the colonel says softly. She’s all yours now, Samantha.
So saying, he hits for the door. The girl watches it all happen and yells out, not believing her ears:
– But… but… you promised… YOU PROMISED TO LET ME GO… OOOH NOOO…NOOOOO..
And I think we’ll leave her right now, just when Samantha turns to her, grinning, once again swinging the two nasty wires in her hand, ready to fasten them to the long, long needles… and the Doctor, entering the room, giving the girl an IV, picking up a stethoscope from his pocket, ready to work again – just routine… but why that smile on his face…?
EPILOGUE
Samantha was tired that night when she came home. Her children were asleep, but her husband was waiting for her to comfort her.
– Poor dear, you must be exhausted after such a long day at work. Here, let me make you a nice cup of tea while you sit down in the sofa and relax.
Samantha smiled gratefully and lay down in the sofa as her husband went to the kitchen. Yes, it had really been quite a day!! She and the Doctor had continued the session with their poor blonde victim for many hours. It seemed that every time when Samantha had had enough, the Doctor wanted them to continue just a little bit more. And as the girl fainted, the Doctor just added stronger stimulants to the IV. He had been very aroused; Samantha had seen that clearly by the prominent bulge on his trousers…
They had done almost everything imaginable with the girl… they had used an internal electrode on the girl, a long metal stick that they had repeatedly inserted into the bound victim’s vagina… and the long needles which were stuck through her clit, leading to her uterus, had been constantly charged with electricity from the hand cranked generator. Samantha was really very skillful using the generator, and the girl had been crying out loud for mercy during every short pause Samantha had given her. Given her, not for the sake of mercy, but for keeping the poor petite blonde awake and strong enough to survive her ordeal. Death was a far too easy way out for this particular girl, Samantha thought; she would be her favorite victim during the next following years…
After Samantha had finished her tea, her husband sat down beside her in the sofa, stroking her hair gently. He waited patiently. Usually, when Samantha was this late, she had something a bit extra to tell him from her day at work… He felt that this time he would not be disappointed…
Later, when they lay naked in the bed caressing each other, Samantha finally started to tell him about her day. He listened silently as she whispered all the details of the wonderful torture in his ear, taking pleasure in describing all the girl’s pitiful reactions. She took her time doing that; there was no hurry, the night was long…
He was hard as a rock when Samantha half an hour later sat down on him, finally allowing his member through her dark bush and slipping into her tight and moist tunnel. She lay down on him, holding his hands in a firm grip, still whispering her ghostly story and slowly pumping her hips up and down, up and down, as he was passively receiving her treatment…
When Samantha told him how the girl had cried and pleaded helplessly when they had found out her big secret, that she despite her age was two months pregnant, he came in Samantha’s slippery cunt for the first time. And when Samantha a few minutes later had told him how she had aborted the fetus simply by twisting the long needles during the electro torture, he came again.
He orgasmed for the third time when Samantha had described her plans for the girl for tomorrow, including an electrode stuck down her throat, and had invited him too watch and maybe participate… Life was wonderful, just wonderful, he thought.
THE END