Playing with Miss Peters
by Cortez. All rights reserved
Illustrated by ARIES.
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Pretty, twenty six year old oil company executive Sheryl Peters looked a mess; her short blonde hair stuck up in damp spikes, one shoe was missing and her normally immaculate clothes looked as though she’d slept rough in them. Her blouse was unbuttoned to the waist; gaping open to reveal the smooth, full curves of her breasts barely held within a lacy white half-cup bra.
The smart grey pinstripe skirt was rucked up over her buttocks exposing the full length of her long tanned legs. Her tiny white thong panties had also ridden up, the silky material now stretched taut over her genitals; emphasising rather than concealing the pouting bulge of her cunt lips and cutting right up into the groove between her tanned and toned bottom cheeks to leave them completely bare.
Shivering and snivelling with fear she repeatedly shook her head from side to side, unsuccessfully trying to dislodge the stinging beads of sweat from her face. She wanted to move; to pull her skirt down… button her blouse…wipe her forehead…anything but stumble along in the grip of two grinning, foul smelling men in dirty singlets and tattered camouflage trousers.
She wanted too very much…but doing any of these things was impossible.
She’d tried screaming…until they hit her in the stomach. Once reduced to retching whimpers the men had ignored her completely. Such foolish sounds were expected…and anyway, she would make louder and much more exciting noises when the colonel started working on her. She twisted and turned her wrists until they were raw in a futile attempt to break the thin nylon disposacuffs holding her arms so tightly together behind her back. The men ignored those frantic and useless escape efforts too as they dragged her downstairs to the cellars below Security Headquarters in the centre of San Felipe.
Oh God… was it only an hour ago? Sheryl Peters tried to think clearly. The office…then the trip to the refinery with Angela and then….then all she could remember was a jumble of impressions… a black car…masked men…guns and .people yelling at her…that sickly, sweet smelling pad being pressed over her mouth and then…nothing. Waking up groggy…being pulled out of the car…the men seizing her arms…laughing as they dragged her along…they were still grinning now, forcing her into this awful place…
The edges of the vaulted chamber were in darkness but the middle was brilliantly lit by powerful lights. Sheryl knew there were other people in the room, vague shapes against the lights, but could see almost nothing else until the men pushed her to the edge of the pool of light.
The central area wasn’t completely empty. To one side in the shadows there was a solid wooden workbench with a jumble of things on it. Just in front was a much smaller table, only about two foot square…it looked very heavy with thick wooden legs and an inch-thick solid top. From her brief glimpse, Sheryl though she saw straps hanging from each side but didn’t take in any details because she was trying very hard not to collapse at the sight of the thing sticking up from the middle of the bare concrete floor.
The thick wooden post was only three feet high and topped with an equally thick horizontal bar about a foot long so it looked like an abbreviated capital ‘T’. Unlike the rough surface of the upright, the rounded top of the bar gleamed ominously with an oily sheen…as though it had been polished through long use. Her terrified eyes had just taken in the metal fittings at the post’s base and further up…and that there were strong ringbolts set into the floor around it…when she heard footsteps beyond the blazing white lights.
She froze, her face going pale with shock, as a man and a woman strolled out of the shadows. She recognised the man immediately, Colonel Marcos, the feared and loathed Head of Security for the Junta. Tall and slim, dressed in black trousers and a white shirt open at the neck, he smiled at her but the smile held no warmth… just a horrible, cruel excitement as he looked at the young American’s body… mentally completing her undressing with a sadistic anticipation.
‘You can’t do this…I’m a US citizen…let me go you-you perver… ’
She jerked as someone grabbed her hair and wrenched her head back. Despite her resolve the sudden, blazing pain made her scream frantically.
‘Aaaaarrrgggghh…b-b-bastard! Let me go… let m…Naaaaagggh!
The man behind her twisted his wrist in her hair and she screamed again at the extra burning pain in her scalp.
‘Enough Diego, Miss Peters understands…’ The hand unclenched and Sheryl’s head bobbed forward. She shook it from side to side trying to clear the tears of pain from her eyes. Her chest heaved as she tired to control her breathing after the shock and pain of the unexpected assault. Colonel Marcos waited patiently until she looked at him again.
‘Delightful…you are everything I was promised, Miss Peters. I am Colonel Marcos…but I see you recognise me…,’ he half turned to his left, ‘and this is my assistant, Anna Perez.’
Sheryl wrenched her neck round to look at the woman next to the colonel. Mid-twenties, pretty with dark skin and short, black hair, she had the same hot excitement in her eyes as her sadistic boss. She was wearing a short white medical coat with the top two buttons undone. The cotton fabric was thin and Clair was certain, from the way the woman’s nipples showed as hard little spikes under the cloth that beneath the coat she was completely naked.
There was the snick of a blade and Sheryl gasped in relief, rubbing her wrists and wincing as her fingers caught the raw patches where the nylon band had rubbed the skin away. She stumbled forwards as the men let her go and glared at her smug-faced tormentor in speechless fury.
For a moment no one did anything…then there was a coarse comment from the darkness and Sheryl Peters went scarlet suddenly realising how obscenely exposed she was. She tottered on her high heels in her efforts to tug her skirt down over her bottom then peered down, fumbling in her haste to do up the most strategic buttons on her blouse with fingers numbed to rubbery uselessness from being tied for so long. She had only managed two buttons when Colonel Marcos interrupted.
‘No, don’t bother to do that Miss Peters,’ His voice was coldly amused. ‘Your clothes are only going to get in the way of the things we are going to do to you in a moment or two so I want you to get undressed… the tone hardened, ‘right now, please…’ She stared round wildly as she caught the low murmur of anticipation from the unseen watchers beyond the lights.
‘No…no…NO! You can go fuck yourself Marcos and take your thugs with you…I told you, I’m a US citizen…you can’t do this to me! You bastards wait till I get out of here! Dave McKinley’s Head of the whole South American division and he’s right in there with the White House…and…he’s a very good friend of mine… you and those corporate cocksuckers who set this sick joke up will be out on the streets by tomorrow so…LET ME GO!’
Her fury turned to sick despair as she listened to the chuckles of amusement in the darkness and saw the Colonel’s thin smile. ‘I’m sorry to disappoint you Miss Peters… Mr McKinley happens to be the very person who agreed your arrest and interrogation… very discreetly of course. Like me he is very keen to find out who has been talking out of turn…something I’m sure you’ll tell me…in due course……’
Sheryl Peters buried her face in her hands. Oh God, the only hope she had and it was the worst betrayal…this was no joke…no stupid corporate game…this was horribly real.
‘Miss Peters,’ his voice snapped her out of her misery. ‘I told you to do something…you have a choice…take your own clothes off…or Diego and Juan here will hit you rather hard then cut them off anyway…well?’ The sudden, dead silence was broken by the sharp, metallic noises of two flick knives snapping open. Sheryl’s head whipped from side to side as she looked at the two unwashed thugs and their leering, sadistic grins. They both moved closer, the gleaming, thin-bladed knives held comfortably, ready for use…
Her heels clicked against the concrete as she jerked away from the threat of those blades. In a sudden frenzy of obedience she ripped her blouse open so hard that the two fastened buttons gave way and pinged across the floor.
In frantically dragging the clinging material down her arms she’d forgotten the cuffs were also buttoned. She flailed about madly, wrenching at the sleeves until they finally gave way and she could hurl the wrecked garment straight at the grinning colonel; the pin-stripe skirt followed. Panting, her upper body flushed scarlet with effort and embarrassment, Sheryl struck a defiant pose standing astride, hands clenched on her hips, glaring back at the colonel, the woman and the unseen voyeurs beyond the lights.
‘OK…so now what…you perverts had enough of your cheap thrills yet?’
‘Miss Peters,’ the colonel’s voice was quiet and horribly menacing, ‘you were told you to remove all your clothes… but perhaps you’d like a little help with those remaining intimate items after all?’ The crude sniggers behind her made Sheryl’s sudden bravado desert her as quickly as it had taken over. The confident pose collapsed and she hunched up, arms wrapped across her breasts. She was suddenly very aware of just how revealing her lace bra and panties really were.
Colonel Marcos held up one finger and the men grabbed the young American again, easily unfolding her arms and pulling them away from her breasts. He glanced sideways at Anna Perez, ‘perhaps a woman’s touch…Anna, if you wouldn’t mind…’ Too terrified to struggle further Sheryl closed her eyes, lifted her face to the ceiling and wailed…
‘G-g-g-god n-n-n-no…p-p-please no…’
The warm, musky scent of a sexually excited woman caught her nostrils as soft, delicate and very knowing fingers touched her back…the clip snapped free and the men helped Anna Perez to slide the thin straps down her victim’s arms. Sheryl shuddered, flushing with hot embarrassment as the lacy cups fell to the floor. As her breasts bobbed free there was another growl of excitement from the unseen audience beyond the lights.
It was the shame and humiliation of being so helpless that was worst because Sheryl Peters knew she looked good. She worked hard on her figure, and her breasts complimented the effort. Not Playboy sized…but they still looked great; high, firm pert cones with large, pink aureoles tipped by long jutting nipples. She shivered, praying that the woman would leave her breasts alone…especially her nipples…Oh God! She was so sensitive there…even the thought of being touched by her was making them stiffen and rouse…
Sheryl opened her eyes, moaning softly in despair as she saw the woman studying her; head cocked to one side and her tongue tracing along glistening, scarlet lips. Anna, delightfully naked under the thin cotton coat as Sheryl had suspected, pressed her thighs together. Like Sheryl, she shivered too, a little frisson of delight at the sight of a pretty, near-naked young woman, all blonde hair, honey-gold tan and those wonderfully inviting soft pink points, standing terrified and trembling between the two grinning guards. She rubbed her thighs slowly against each other…feeling the growing warmth and wetness as the slippery lips of her cunt moved and slid against each other.
Any hope of hiding her body’s obvious signs of excitement disappeared as Sheryl Peters felt the familiar sensations of arousal; the peaks of her breasts swelling despite her terror. She also saw the woman’s cruel languid smile as she too watched the jutting tips stiffen and rouse.
‘Oh pretty…such a pretty colour…come on, show Anna how you like her…’ Her fingers moved closer until finally Sheryl gasped and jerked at that first feathery caress. Anna’s fingertips went on circling each aureole…slowly spiralling inwards so that the young American squirmed helplessly at the stimulation. Sheryl tried desperately to ignore what was happening, thinking of anything, anything at all, to stop the slow deliberate arousal. It was useless and the young American’s breathing became quicker and shallower as her long pink nipples grew even harder, jutting out and traitorously revealing her growing excitement to her tormentors.
‘Nuh, nuh naaaaaaaah, d-d-don’t…aaaah!’
She gasped out a half-hearted plea as Anna Perez tugged the peak of her left breast, pulling the engorged teat into a long spike between finger and thumb. Still protesting…but unresisting, Sheryl stared down at her body, watching the woman’s expert fingers repeatedly stroking the length of her nipple in a dreadful…no, no a wonderful…milking action that had her panting and squirming with unwanted pleasure in a few minutes.
‘Let’s get these ready to play with properly, shall we…’
‘Aaaah…aaaaaaah d-don’t, p-please d-d-don’t…’
The long stub bounced and jiggled bringing fresh gasps from the young American. ‘Oh, but I like it…especially when a girl is as sensitive there as you are.’ She smiled dreamily at Sheryl’s frantic squeals as her finger flicked the sensitive tip. ‘Just wait until Anna finishes playing with the other one too…’
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Sheryl knew what was coming, had been expecting it…but she still jerked and cried aloud when Anna let her left breast go and immediately started the same strong milking action on her right nipple. Intent on bringing both tits to maximum stiffness and arousal, Anna Perez applied the same skilful caressing stimulation…working on the sensitive stub in exactly the same way…
‘Aaaaaaah! Nuuuh, nuh…noooo!’
Anna’s hands left her breasts alone, but the respite was all too brief. Sheryl cried in protest and bucked violently as they moved down to her waist, nails scraping as fingers burrowed under the elastic before pulling the waistband of her silky thong down over the swell of her hips.
Of course, that involuntary spasm made Sheryl’s breasts bounce wildly as she was finally stripped naked, her jiggling dance bringing yet another chorus of animal growls of excitement from the shadows. Tears of misery and sheer despair trickled down her cheeks; at last she realised she had no choice…no choice at all. Colonel Marcos and this foul woman had undressed her in front of foreign, unseen men and now they were going to do horrible, agonising things to her…and there was nothing she could do to stop them…she didn’t even know what they wanted.
Anna Perez peeled the tiny scrap of silky material down Sheryl’s legs. ‘Look Sir…she really is a natural blonde…’ Sheryl Peters shivered uncontrollably as Anna Perez ran her nails down the soft bulge of her mound, tickling through the carefully trimmed gold hairs. The young executive bent her head down, turning away in shameful excitement at the stimulation of having the pouting bulge of her cunt lips cupped and squeezed very gently by another woman’s fingers. ‘Oh, yes you like Anna playing with you down there…’
Sheryl Peters whimpered, a broken half-hearted mixture of denial and growing passion as she felt one slim finger parting her labia…probing delicately into the wet slit between the lips and touching her…
She bucked and surged against the strong fingers gripping her arms; Anna Perez smiled in satisfaction and went on tickling the fleshy hood guarding the young American’s clitoris, her nail scratching softly to and fro with an unbearable, tormenting caress. ‘Wet, colonel…she is very wet already…responsive too and very, very sensitive.’ Anna Perez held up her left forefinger, gleaming and scented with the moisture of Sheryl’s unwilling arousal.
‘Excellent, Anna… enough for the moment…we must begin. Diego, Juan…put her against the post…’ At the colonel’s quiet order the frightened young American was hustled forwards until her thighs were hard against the ‘T’ piece of the torture post. One of the men gripped both arms whilst the other bent to fasten the metal cuffs round her ankles before tightening a second pair of straps very tightly, one just above each knee.
In a few moments Sheryl Peters was pinned upright, her long elegant legs held straight so she was standing almost to attention against the rough wooden post. She cried aloud again as strong leather cuffs were fastened round each wrist, the hard edges scraping painfully across the raw weals as the buckles were jerked tight.
Sheryl Peters twisted her upper body to and fro until the men wrenched her arms back against her shoulder joints, using them like levers to pull her forwards over the bar. She was bent nearly double when Juan gripped both wrists and Diego picked up a wide tan belt with strong steel clips at either end. For one horrible moment Sheryl thought she was about to be flogged but he simply flipped it across her back just above the swell of her hips.
‘Push her down Juan…’ She grunted with pain, her body folding down over the post as the man pressed his full weight on her shoulders. She could feel Diego’s fingers busy between the wood and her stomach for a moment then there was a metallic click. ‘Got it…let her go…’
Sheryl tried to straighten up but found she was held down by the strap looped round her back and clipped onto a ring bolted halfway down the wooden post. For a few seconds her arms flailed wildly until the men brought her back under control, stretching them out and sideways. Working swiftly to an old routine, the wrist cuffs were attached to thin chains hanging down from the ceiling.
Someone in the darkness hauled the chains tighter and tighter and Sheryl Peters arched backwards, arms wide and her back dipping into a deep curve. Posed like some obscene figurehead she looked straight ahead; her breasts swinging free beneath her torso, bobbing and swaying with every laboured breath.
There was a shuffling murmur of excitement from behind the lights at the way the pink split oval of Sheryl Peter’s cunt with its delightful fringe of fine golden hairs and the tight brown eye of her anus were so blatantly displayed by her doubled posture. Moment’s later the young blonde’s genitals gaped even wider as Diego used brute strength to pull the thick strap even tighter tight over her back, cinching her waist down over the thick round rail, canting her hips up to expose every moist, pinky-red fold of her inner lips to her tormentor’s approving gaze.
With horrible skill the two men now took long minutes adjusting each set of straps and tightening the wrist chains to increase the strain on her limbs and the exposure of the young woman’s genitals. At last they stepped back, saluting the colonel who simply nodded approval. The twenty six year old executive was bent over the rail; legs quite straight so the long muscles of her thighs and calves were at full stretch, whilst her torso was stretched in an agonising reverse curve; her breasts thrust out and her arms held wide as though she was fixed in the middle of a graceful swan dive.
The colonel smiled at the results of Diego and Juan’s expert handiwork. They were good, very good indeed…especially as they enjoyed the work so much… The young woman could scream and wriggle as much as she wished… but there was nothing, nothing at all she could do to prevent the slow careful torture of her breasts, her anus and the delicate inner flesh of her cunt. Of course, Diego had also left her head free… he knew how the colonel liked to watch a victim’s reactions to each new delicate application of pain… guiding Anna Perez with quiet commands as to which instruments to use and the precise place to apply each one so as to extract the most intense signs of agony.
Colonel Marcos knew from long, pleasurable experience that the first searing application of torture would make her try and rear up, automatically throwing her head back…. then she would try and bend forwards straining at the ropes. Unfortunately for her, those were exactly the right movements to make the lips of her cunt gape even wider for her torturer’s next agonising attentions. And of course, held with her arms pulled up and out like this, her breasts and those long pink nipples were delightfully available too.
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‘Now Miss Peters it’s really very simple…I want to know who told you about our arrangements with your company…especially who was it who told you about the special payments fund?’
‘Nuh…nu…no one…f-f-found it on a d-data f-file when I was c-checking…’
Sheryl’s voice was muffled, her words a series of shallow gasps as she tried to cope with the increasing strain of her contorted position.
‘I’m afraid that’s just not true, my dear… I know you’re lying and it’s time you found out what we do to liars here.’ His voice was that of a teacher, calm, quiet…almost soothing as he asked. ‘Why do you think you are tied like this?’ Sheryl gabbled wildly as she felt the colonel’s fingers tracing down her flank to cup the dangling cone of her left breast, her body jerking and twitching in a useless effort to shield her most intimate places from his touch.
‘Save your energies Miss Peters…no, no you can ignore that wire Diego is attaching to your left big toe…that’s just to complete the circuit. No my dear, it’s this other wire that you need to concentrate on…show her Anna.’
Sharing a look of gleeful anticipation with her master, Anna Perez held a little object down close to Sheryl Peter’s face. It was simple and looked somehow crude and homemade; just an eight inch long wooden rod covered with a black rubber grip One end was flat, the other tapered down to a blunt point. A red wire went into the flat end. About six inches of the stiff red wire stuck out from the blunt point of the tapered end.
Staring in terror at the crude implement Sheryl saw that someone had stripped the insulation from the last inch of the jutting wire and crimped the end back on itself to make it rounded and thicker than the rest. The bared copper core curved up gently like a crooked finger. The wire looked…almost rippled… as though it had been bent and straightened many times before. Just before she looked away she noticed Anna Perez’s finger resting on a small on/off switch set into the handle.
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‘The old ways have their uses, Miss Peters, heated irons, needles and so on, but electricity is so much more… intense I find, so much more stimulating…’ Colonel Marcos touched the up curved end of the carefully prepared copper wire. ‘Anna likes to use clips or needles for the nipples usually, but…’ His fingers tweaked the end of Sheryl’s left nipple. ‘But, for the most sensitive openings of a woman’s body, her vagina, her urethra and her anus…the slow insertion of an electric wire provides the most exquisite agony…but it can be most stimulating elsewhere too…Anna is going to show you by starting with these…’ His carefully manicured hands stroked the dangling tips of Sheryl Peter’s breasts, ‘and then we will talk again…’
‘Nuh, nuh, no…no…noooo… you c-c-c-can’t-t-t-t-t…’
She screamed manically, the chains clattering above her as she fought the straps and cuffs holding her down. The threshing frenzy made her breasts flail wildly, slapping into each other with the violence of her reaction. Her torturers ignored her completely. Juan placed a plastic chair in front of the pinioned woman. Behind the babbling and raving young American, Anna Perez nodded to Diego who was sitting at the table on the edge of the lighted area in front of a small, humming control box. There was a sharp click and a red light glowed in the gloom
Colonel Marcos seated himself comfortably in front of Sheryl Peter’s head and lifted her chin up. ‘Can’t? Oh but I can, Sheryl…’ Colonel Marcos let the young American’s head fall forwards and held up two fingers as he leaned back and lit a cigarette. At the table Diego grinned and adjusted the setting on the control dial.
The colonel watched as Anna Perez pulled on a pair of thin rubber gloves. He let a stream of blue smoke drift upwards, ‘and you can’t imagine just how much this is going to hurt….’ Anna lifted the rod under Sheryl’s body and brought the rounded end of the wire probe up to touch the very tip of her right nipple. Then she pressed the switch…
There was a muted buzzing as the copper wire traced across the rounded tip. The cruelly pinioned body snapped taut; every muscle and sinew showing in hard relief as the young American arched back in a convulsion of agony.
Anna Perez brought the handle up again, this time stroking the rounded end of the copper wire very slowly down the full length of the young woman’s nipple until her bucking convulsions broke the contact. Sheryl’s torturers grinned at each other, enjoying the young woman’s frantic efforts not to scream aloud. With each surge of current her eyes bulged wide and her teeth bit deeper into her lower lip trying desperately to hold in her cries.
‘Warm the other one up a little as well, Anna’ Colonel Marcos said quietly as the young American’s muffled cries gave way to bubbling, sobbing whimpers as the current was turned off. Sheryl Peters’ chest heaved as she fought to get sufficient aim into her lungs to cope with the blazing agony in her breasts…
There was a faint chinking from the wrist chains as she twitched a little in her bonds then Anna Perez stroked the long, rosy stub of her other nipple with the copper wire, waited for her victim to stare down between her outstretched arms at this new point of torture before she pressed the button. Immediately, the honey-tanned body arched back once more, rigid with another spasm of agony as the current fizzed through her.
This time Anna traced circles round her victim’s sensitive aureole with the tip of the wire then stopped, waited for the convulsions to die, and stroked the copper wire in an agonising caress down length of the young woman’s nipple. Each time Sheryl’s wild spasms broke the contact she waited patiently for her to relax just a little before touching her with the copper electrode once more. Finally, she stopped and stepped back.
‘And that is just a taste, a small sample of what you face if you do not tell me what I wish to know…’ The colonel lifted the young American’s head and stroked the matted, blonde hairs away from her flushed and tear-stained features. ‘So unnecessary…all you have to do is give me a name…’
Sheryl Peters peered at him, eyes slitted with pain. Her mouth hung slack, gaping wide open as she fought for breath and a thin stream of saliva trickled to the concrete below. Finally, frantic, gasping panting slowed a little and she ran her tongue over swollen, cracked lips.
‘Tol you…I-I-I… f-foun it on the h-hard disch in the office…pr-pr-private f-f-filesh…n-none one tol me…Pleash…tol you wha you wan…pleash don’t let her ush the wire…pleash…PLEASH!’
The babble of words rose to a pleading shriek as Sheryl saw Colonel Marcos nod to Anna Perez. She craned her head round; desperate to see what the woman was doing behind her.
‘You are a most foolish young lady…the information was known to very few and certainly not kept on any private file. You are about to discover that lying to me is both unwise and extremely painful. Now…to be generous, where would you like Anna to begin…back or front?’
‘NOOOOOO, no don’t pleash I don’t know any names, really I don’t stop her…pleash ple…’
‘…No, no she’s not going to stop.’ He lifted her chin once again, ‘tell me, I hear you Americans enjoy…what do you call it…ah yes, butt-fucking don’t you…’ He ignored the sudden frantic sounds of protest, ‘so, to oblige a guest…Anna is going to butt-fuck you with her little toy.’ He let her head go, ‘you are about to discover a whole new world of pain in a moment. First, concentrate hard and you’ll feel Anna sliding that copper wire right up inside your anus…’ he paused, ‘unless you’ve remembered any names for me…?’
Whilst the Colonel was talking, Anna Perez licked the rounded tip of the copper wire. Once inside the young woman’s anal ring the curved end would ensure that Anna could press the tip the against the sides of the blonde’s rectum so as to make every movement of the wire bring further hellish pain as the current seared and scorched through the delicate inner membranes deep inside her body.
Taking her cue from the colonel’s words, Anna Perez touched the end of the wire to the centre of Sheryl Peter’s anus, she smiled as it pouted then clenched like a little mouth at the touch of the cool metal.
‘Doing that won’t help darling…,’ she murmured and her finger pressed the switch for split second. It was all done by the expert use of reflexes. Sheryl jerked, goosed by the stabbing jolt of current, and then, as her muscles automatically relaxed, Anna deftly slid the wire inside.
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‘Oh God! Oh God! Oh, oh…oh no…no aaah…no, no please noooo…!’
Sheryl babbled in terror…there was no real pain…yet, just the horrible feeling of something sliding inside her rectum, touching her…worming round inside and teasing and tickling the sensitive lining so she wanted to wriggle and move…but she couldn’t. Anna slid the rod gently in and out, twisting the handle so the curved tip worked and fretted the membranes of the young woman’s back passage. With every movement the already strained muscles of Sheryl’s thighs and buttocks fluttered and shivered whilst the brown rosette of her anus sucked and clenched uselessly round the slippery red plastic coating of the wire.
‘Listen to me…,’ the sweat-spiked blonde hair shook frantically and the babbling entreaties continued without pause. ‘Sheryl…,’ Colonel Marcos lifted his hand fingers spread as though he was about to pluck a gourd from an overhanging branch and steadied the swaying cone of her right breast. He took a long leisurely pull on his cigarette, tapped off the ash and delicately touched the glowing end against the swollen tip of her nipple.
The sound was soft, just a faint hiss and for a second the blonde’s pleas were silenced as she craned her head down to stare at her own breasts. Mouth and eyes widened in sudden agonised disbelief then a single scream of outrage and pain ripped through the stillness.
‘Now I have your attention, Miss Peters…,’ his words were interrupted by the American’s gasping, panting cries…, ‘or should I provide a second reminder?’ His hand lifted again and Sheryl wailed as she felt his fingers cupping her other breast…
‘No…no…please…I’m listening, please I am…I am…’
‘That’s better…., this is your final chance for you to tell me what I wish to know.’ Sheryl Peters burst into tears, her head shaking in desperate denial. ‘I see…you are being extremely foolish, Miss Peters. Anna, see if you can change our young friend’s mind for her….’ Smiling in anticipation, Colonel Marcos settled more comfortably in his chair. Behind the outstretched blonde’s back Anna Perez pressed the switch on the handle of the wooden rod…
Colonel Marcos eased himself in the chair, gently stroking the thick length of his erection through the black fabric of his trousers, as he watched the play of expression across the American’s face. First a long, shuddering gasp, a mixture of disbelief and outrage at what was happening, her eyes widening and bulging unseeingly as the current fizzed and burned deep in her rectum. Then the mouth opening wider and wider, lips rolling back and tongue curling up. Finally as the first real scream ripped through the hot, foetid air her muscles contracted in spasm, arching her head and upper body backwards, almost as though she was offering her breasts for more of the colonel’s attentions.
With that first animal squeal Anna started moving the rod, repeating the slow, deliberate stroking of the inner walls of Sheryl’s rectum and dragging a rising and falling song of agony from her with each fresh twisting movement of the wire.
Anna kept her at the peak of agony for long minutes until Sheryl slumped down, hanging limply from her chains. Only then did Anna release the switch and pull the wire free.
‘Try the urethra next…work the wire up slowly. Diego, go up to level three,’ he ordered and the grinning thug twisted the control dial to a higher mark. ‘Wait until I wake her up, Anna. Personally I don’t think she’s got much to tell us but with such a delightful subject…she ought to receive our full attention, don’t you agree?’
‘Oh yes, colonel…now those nipples are nicely blistered they’ll carry the current even better next time…and she’ll be raw up inside when we put the wire into her again…’
‘Now Sheryl…time to wake up…’ His hand cupped her other breast and once again he drew his cigarette to a bright, red glow before touching the jutting pink stub….
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The sweat-soaked head jerked up and Sheryl Peters stared out at the cruel, smiling face of her torturer. ‘N-n-no, p-p-please…I don’t know what you want…please the only person who helped me was Rosa…’
‘Rosa, Rosa Sanchez? Your secretary…what did you tell her? When?’
‘Told her I had found something…told her it was big…she said I was wrong…didn’t believe me…no-one else…found it on a disc…’ She tailed off rambling as the exhaustion and pain of the electrical torture and her blistered nipples claimed all her attention.
‘Interesting but I think Anna wants to see what else you have to tell us…’
Sheryl bucked, her back arching as she felt Anna’s fingers parting the inner lips of her labia. She tried clenching her buttocks together but the position and the restraints were too carefully adjusted and Anna Perez had no difficulty in finding the little hole of the young blonde’s urethra. Rocking her hand from side to side she wormed the rounded end of the wire into the opening: Sheryl wincing and crying at the pain with each movement. Getting a brief nod from Colonel Marcos she pressed the switch.
This time the effect was twice as violent as before. Sheryl Peters’ body curved back so violently that, for a moment, Colonel Marcos thought she was actually going to break a bone. The American’s scream rang and echoed round the vaulted chamber, no words, just a piercing animal cry of anguish.
This time, Anna kept turning the current on and off as she worked the six inch wire deeper and deeper up the length of the wildly sensitive tube. Each time she turned the current back on there was the same arching spasm and another piercing scream. Each time she lifted her finger from the button the young blonde crashed back against her restraints, chest heaving madly, her breath whooping and wheezing as she tried desperately to fill her oxygen starved lungs.
‘Well, who else Sheryl…tell me who else…!’
‘Tol Rosa…nu…nu no-one elsh…jus Rosa…’
Smiling, the colonel flicked his finger and Anna pulled the wire free. If they went on now she’d just pass out again, with a chance to rest, she would be that much more tender and sensitive when they started again. Besides, when the rest had left, he and Anna could enjoy that golden, honey-coloured body at their leisure.
He felt a tingle of anticipation thinking about the wonderful sounds she would make as he slid his cock into that tortured and raw anus…slowly fucking her whilst Anna Perez played with her tits. He savoured the possibilities…perhaps he would watch whilst Anna enjoyed herself first. He knew all about his assistant’s ways. After torturing her with the wire she would be desperate to use that black, wickedly ridged strap-on dildo to fuck the American until she came and came again.
He sighed with pleasure at the thought, yes, that was a better idea…let Anna have her then, just when she though they’d finished fucking her…it would be his turn. He grinned, remembering the Brazilian girl they’d strapped over the bar last week. She tried to resist but he’d quickly buried the full length of his cock in her anus…then Anna had reached up between them and started playing with the girl’s clit. She come like a firecracker…climax after climax so it felt as though a strong velvet hand was squeezing and milking the entire length of his cock with every orgasm…wonderful.
Ever the professional, Colonel Marcos studied the dangling figure bent over the post. ‘Diego, Juan get a squad and fetch this Rosa Sanchez…her address will be in the file. She works at Olympia Oil but I want her taken quietly…at home or on the street…no guns, no fuss.’ He turned and addressed the shapes in the darkness. ‘We’ll finish there gentlemen…I’ll let you know when we’re ready for Miss Sanchez…or if we decide to continue talking to Miss Peters…’
There were the sounds of people leaving…important people who it was better not to upset…people who provided the protection that the colonel needed.
‘Now, Anna, you must be all hot and excited after that…if you’ve got your special toys with you…perhaps you’d like to have first turn stimulating Miss Peters in a different sort of way…
Anna Perez grinned and undid the buttons of her white coat. She reached for a leather shoulder bag, ‘oh thank you sir, with pleasure….’