Interrogation 1: The Electric Crab
by Cortez. All rights reserved.
The air inside the underground room was hot and sticky, overlaid with the smells of excitement, sweat and fear. The edges of the torture chamber were shrouded in darkness but, as she was dragged through the door, the terrified girl could see the gleam of white wall tiles and a jumble of nameless equipment on a bench against one wall.
The guards forced her forwards, laughing at her futile attempts to resist. Still dressed in an expensive blouse and jeans, it was obvious from the bruises, and the disarray of her clothes, that the soldiers had taken every opportunity to fondle her well-developed body in the short period since her arrest. Maria Jimenez, still shocked by being seized, cuffed and driven to this detention centre, fought to control her breathing and her rising terror of what unspeakable things were about to happen to her.
With her wrists cuffed in front of her and arms held in the iron grip of the two brutal guards, she couldnt see past the Colonels back, but was aware that the only illumination was coming from four bright spotlights that were focused beyond him, onto an area in the middle of the floor. Abruptly, the Colonel turned, signalling the guards to drag the young Brazilian student forward until she could see what was happening in the hot glare of the lamps.
Maria Jimenez nearly fainted in horror as she stared at the familiar figure displayed in the harsh blaze of the lights. Her best friend, Juanita, had been stripped of her dress and panties that now lay discarded to one side. Completely naked, she had been mounted on what looked like a small leather saddle, set about three feet off the floor on a thick steel shaft. Her legs were stretched painfully wide apart. Each ankle was lashed tightly to a ringbolt set in the concrete floor, so that she was forced down in an obscene squatting position, hard against the damp leather.
Juanitas hands were behind her back. Broad straps, the leather dark with sweat, had been cinched tight round her upper arms, dragging her elbows together and forcing her shoulders back whilst a single nylon tie bit viciously into her wrists. A single rope, leading from the wrist tie to a hook in the ceiling, was holding her up. The rope had obviously been deliberately over tightened, lifting Juanitas arms agonisingly up and away from her back, forcing her to bend forwards so her large, round breasts now dangled away from her body.
The watching girl saw immediately that such cruel bondage opened and presented her friends most intimate places to the cruel attentions of her captors. In particular, Maria saw how Juanita was unable to shield her sensitive breasts from the hands of her tormentors. The diabolical torture saddle was also designed to leave the core of a womans body vulnerable and open. The front was cut away and Maria could see the plump hairless purse of Juanitas cunt jutting into thin air, completely unobstructed and exposed between her widely parted thighs.
Maria Jimenez started towards her friend, but the guards twisted her arms viciously, holding her fast. Before she could resist, a ceiling rope was threaded through her own cuffs and her hands were jerked up above her head. They stopped hauling on the rope just as Maria reached tiptoe. She was left, stretched and helpless, staring into the pitiless glare that bathed the sweat-streaked body of her friend and the white-coated figure bending over her.
The young Brazilians eyes widened in horror when she realised that the person standing by Juanita was not a man, as she automatically assumed, but a young woman in her twenties. Dressed in a short white doctors coat, her bare legs hinted that she was naked beneath the starched cotton. As she looked up, Maria saw the young womans calm, confident face, almost devoid of makeup but with strong bones and deep set, black eyes. Her black hair was cut so short it was almost a crew cut. Talking quietly with the Colonel, one hand continued stroking the slope of Juanitas sweat-beaded breast where it dangled invitingly beside her.
The Colonel turned back to the terrified student. СYou may wonder why your friend doesnt slip off our little toy, he murmured, looking at the straddled figure before them. СYou cant see it at the moment, but she is also enjoying the feel of one of these. He walked back to the dangling figure holding a thick, familiar shape. Colonel Marcos lifted the fat, curving dildo so that Maria could see it more clearly. At first she couldnt understand why it looked so odd then, with increasing horror, she understood. The black shaft was covered with blunt spikes and sharp, swirling ridges. The colonel stroked the fiendish device down the girls cheek, watching her shudder as it scraped across her skin.
He let his hand drop and looked back at the girl in the lights. СOf course, now shes riding it fully, she doesnt feel it too much as long as she doesnt try and move. Shes found that out quite quickly He chuckled to himself, enjoying the shivering fear of the girl stretched out beside him. СBut if she does wriggle a bit well, Im told the effect becomes increasingly painful after a little while. He paused, Сsuch a pity for her that the lieutenant has so many ways of making her move
The Colonel looked across at Juanita. СIts so very silly. All this show of silence and bravery. He raised his voice slightly, Сyour friend will tell us everything, absolutely everything in the end. The colonel stroked Marias cheek very gently, Сjust as you will too, my dear. He smiled as the young student twisted her head away, her lips tightly shut. СOh, please dont think you can choose to keep silent; Lieutenant Perez here is one of my very special experts in these matters. As a woman, she knows exactly how to provide quite unbearable stimulation to all those delightful little places that a man might so easily overlook. Pretty young students with rebel friends are a particular favourite for both of us. So much delightful and responsive flesh to play with
He paused, watching Maria wriggling madly on the end of the rope. СIt was Lieutenant Perez who designed that dildo I showed you. His hand closed round the girls jaw and his voice became a low, calm whisper. СNow, watch the lieutenant and see what she does to your friend this time. Then you will talk to me or very soon it will be your turn in the spotlight!
He turned again to the woman who was still stroking Juanitas breast and talking softly into her ear. СLieutenant, what progress so far?
The woman took two steps to stand, almost at attention, in front of the Colonel. Her eyes took in Maria Jimenezs stretched figure with interest. СWeve only just started Colonel; Ive been using the crab on her tits. When we start again, shell know whats coming and the effect will be that much better. Shes got plenty of stamina left yet. She smiled, Сdespite all the screams and protests. But, sir Im afraid I dont think she really knows anything
The Colonel looked at her with obvious understanding, then nodded towards the dangling figure next to him. СThis young lady has just arrived. Shes unwise enough to be little Juanitas roommate and Carloss girlfriend, the one we are so anxious to talk to, is her cousin. I thought she should first have a chance to see how you are playing with her friend.
The lieutenant smiled at the girl with sudden, hot expectation, and looked at the watch on her left wrist. СOf course, Colonel, young Juanita has had plenty of time to rest since the last session. Ill go on working on her nipples for now; she seems particularly sensitive there. Then, if we need to, we can try something later on. The Colonel waved his hand in agreement. The lieutenant smiled in anticipation as she turned her attention back to the olive skinned beauty pinned astride the torture saddle.
Juanita looked up, saw her torturer coming, and began pulling frantically at her bonds in a vain effort to escape. Suddenly, she bit her lip and gasped, holding herself unnaturally still. Maria winced, realising that Juanita had lifted slightly on the saddle so that the vicious rubber spikes had scraped and rasped against the tender insides of her cunt. Lieutenant Anna Perez, also knowing exactly what had happened, reached out and stroked the damp strands of Juanitas hair.
Juanitas head jerked up at the caress. She began pleading urgently between her gasps of pain. СNo, not so soon. Ah! More time! You said I could rest. Uh, Please I need to rest. Oh God, dont touch me again Please dont make me m-m-m-move Ive told you, I dont know anything. Aaah, you must believe me! The lieutenant, smiling serenely at Juanitas sudden babbling outburst, looked to where Maria and the Colonel were hidden in the darkness.
Speaking mainly for Marias benefit, she replied in a soft, voice СOh dear, did you feel that? Its gets so sensitive inside there after a bit they tell me and youre going to wriggle so much more in a moment. How on earth will you stand it? The hand continued stroking the wet straggled hair. СAnd all I want is the girls address. After all its her we really want to talk to isnt it? She paused, Сstill nothing to say ah well. She turned, standing close between Juanitas painfully stretched legs. СThen perhaps Id better see if youre all nice and ready for me again?
Almost tenderly, she reached down to cup the dangling breasts of the shivering eighteen year old student before her. Lieutenant Anna Perez gently stroked and smoothed the heavy globes in her upturned hands for a few moments before concentrating on twisting and pinching the unwillingly offered nipples. Nipples that Maria Jimenez could now see were already swollen and red, painfully sore and raw-looking from whatever torment had been applied to them before she had been brought into the chamber. Juanita was wriggling her shoulders madly in a useless effort to protect herself from the pitiless fingers. Maria could hear her crying out in agony as the expert hands abused her most sensitive flesh once more.
The lieutenant smiled down at Juanita as she looked at the two hard, swollen peaks gripped fiercely between her fingers. The girls body had made its inevitable response to her intimate caresses. Juanita continued to scream aloud into the darkness beyond the blinding lights. СNo, no, no more, not again please, pleeeease no, not again. Ive told you I cant, not again, not so soon! Feeling that the woman had stopped fingering her now-rigid nipples, the girl stopped babbling and began to pant even harder in awful anticipation of the agony she knew was coming.
СNow, now, the lieutenant continued, digging her nails into the hard tips. СYou lied to me. These little ones are saying youre all ready for me again. She chuckled as she flicked the tender stubs with her nails. СI think you should try our little silver crabs just once more, all right?
Juanitas desperate scream of protest echoed in the chamber. Maria Jimenez, puzzled as to what the Сsilver crabs were and why Juanita was so panic-stricken by the name, saw the lieutenant reach across to the little table beside the saddle. She picked up some wires; at the end of each one, a silver, saw-toothed crocodile clip winked and glittered as it swung to and fro in the lights. Maria stifled a cry of panic, burying her face in her arms as she realised what the lieutenant had meant, and what they were about to do to her friend.
СShe cant see us because of the lights, the Colonel said, and then he noticed that the girl had turned her head away. One hand smashed casually against her cheek, the impact bringing a trickle of blood from her mouth. СI told you to watch her, my silent little bitch. You want to be fully prepared for whats coming, dont you? The Colonel knew from experience that anticipation of the pain to come would heighten the young Brazilians reactions. He smiled as she reluctantly obeyed his command, looking back to where Juanitas torture was beginning once again.
Cupping one full globe the lieutenant leaned down and sucked on the tender, swollen nipple for a moment before positioning the open jaws of the first clip on either side of the fleshy peak of Juanitas left breast. СReady? Her fingers opened, allowing the teeth to sink into the soft crinkled flesh. Hearing Juanitas hiss of pain and anticipation, Anna Perez pressed on the jaws, forcing the teeth together. A tiny row of red beads across the swollen nipple showed how cruelly the little clip was being used. As she pressed harder, a further wailing scream of agony was wrenched from the strutted girl.
Allowing time for the effects to develop fully, lieutenant Perez waited a full twenty seconds before lifting Juanitas right breast, again sucking the nipple into glistening erection before applying the second clip. Once again she waited, asked the tormenting question, then pressed the clip closed so the jaws stabbed deep into the delicate flesh. Another wailing scream burst from the girl before her head fell forward.
To her friend, concealed in the darkness and heat of the torture chamber, it looked exactly as though Juanita was intent on studying the silver crabs now gripping each nipple in a steel vice.
The lieutenant picked up a box from the table. СOh God no, not electricity, not there, she cant. Oh Juanita my love! Maria Jimenez had heard the stories round the university, stories of how the authorities used torture, especially electrical torture, to extract information; but had dismissed them as the usual hysterical left wing propaganda. Now, in this hot dark cellar, it was all too horribly real. The pain in her wrists, the ghastly scene before her and the gnawing terror of what was going to happen to friend, and then to her, made Maria Jimenez pant harshly with fear
Part of the horror was that the device the lieutenant was holding looked so domestic and ordinary, just a small, plain box with a single black plastic knob and a red button set into the top face. The thin wires hung down, curving from two little jack plugs in one side across to the clips on Juanitas nipples. A thicker, black cable curled away from the back to the transformer on the floor. The colonel heard Marias outburst, and the sudden panting breaths, and smiled to himself. These girls, they had no idea, no idea at all of what could, and would, be done to them here in the underground rooms of the Ministry, he thought. This was a world of carefully created pain and agony. His world, a world they would soon discover inch by screaming inch.
Preparations complete, the lieutenant yanked Juanitas head up by the hair, forcing her to look at the little box as she turned the knob on the front to a new setting. She waited for Juanita to react, watching eagerly as the girl began to gabble, crying out more loudly in obvious knowledge of what was about to happen to her. The lieutenant smiled, shook her head, and stepped back as her thumb pressed the red button.
Silence fell in the chamber, broken only by the soft humming of the transformer and, at first, it seemed as though nothing had happened at all. A low buzzing came from the clips. Then, Juanita seemed to arch backwards, the tendons of her neck and arms standing out like cords as her mouth opened in a grimace of agony. Suddenly, she screamed! A wild tormented wail that went on and on. Heedless of the torturing dildo within her, she began to buck up and down on the leather pad as the current blazed agony through her nipples. Maria Jimenez could see drops of sweat flicking off her friends dangling breasts as they flailed and bounced madly as Juanita shuddered and shook in pain.
The lieutenants thumb lifted, the buzzing ceased and Juanita collapsed like a rag doll, as far as her bonds would allow. СAnything to tell me yet, or shall we try again?
СArrrggghhh! I d-d-d-dont know what you w-w-w-ant. P-p-p-leas-s-s-e stop. Oh God, I dont know
СNo no, you must try a little harder. The thumb pressed down again and Juanita was jerked into another screaming frenzy as the current surged through her tits.
In the darkness, Maria Jimenez watched in horror, as well as a sort of guilty excitement, as the sadistic lieutenant took her friend into a world of screaming agony. For ten long minutes she kept her young victim writhing and yelling before allowing Juanita to sag forwards against her bonds.
After watching the limp figure for a few moments, Anna Perez brought her round by simply tearing the clips free of her nipples. Juanita jolted upright, pop-eyed and open-mouthed as the little steel teeth ripped across the delicate tissues. СTime to talk or would you like to try something else? Simple question where is Marias cousin hiding now?
СArrrrgh, I dont, know. Told you, p-p-please, dont. Oh God my breasts, what have you done to me? Juanita wailed. She sagged forwards again trying to ease the pressure on her arms and thighs, crying out as the deeply buried dildo raked and flayed her vagina right up to her cervix.
Lieutenant Perez put the controller down and lifted the moaning students chin, looking into the pain-wracked eyes. СTalk you cow, or shall we start with something else? Her finger and thumb reached up to grasp one of Juanitas bloodied teats. СTalknow! Anna Perez suddenly clenched her hand, twisting and pressing to make her nails claw into the swollen stub.
СAAAAAAHH! Oh God, I DONT KNOW! P-p-p-please… Without warning, Juanita fainted again.
The lieutenant flicked the tortured nipple contemptuously and walked to the colonels side. СSir, I suggest we switch This one can wait. In a couple of hours the swelling in her tits will double the effect of the electricity and shell talk soon enough. In that time we can hear what Maria here might want to tell us? The colonel nodded, signalling to the guards.
Maria watched in dread as the two guards freed the ropes and leg straps before pulling Juanita off the saddle. Her friend managed to scream just once more, a long wail of agony as they wrenched her free of the impaling rod. Then, her arms still bound behind her, they dragged her out.
СNow, my dear, the colonel said gently, his hand just caressing Marias left buttock. СHow is your memory for names?