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Kidnap
"You know that when you kidnap for ransom, you
have to be prepared, if they don't pay. It's no
different when it's a political kidnaping. If they
don't release the prisoners, bad things happen. So
make the bad things happen, and video tape the
happenings, so they know they have to respond to
our demands. Do it, now."
Z went into the room where the girl was. She lay,
crying, on the concrete floor, her hands and feet
bound, her school uniform soiled, for it had been
two days since she had been captured, and she had
not been allowed to the toilet. The girl looked up at
Z. perhaps hopeful, as women aren't supposed to be
as cruel as men. "You know," said Z, "that I don't
have anything against you, personally. Your father
has refused our demands, and so your father must
be persuaded. If you are hurt, it's your father's
fault." The girl did not respond.
Two men, with scarves to conceal their faces, set up
lights and cameras. Z put on a Halloween-type
mask, a George W. Bush mask. Then she pulled a
rope with a hook down from above and placed the
hook over the ropes which bound the girl's hands.
At a sign from Z, the girl was hoisted up, until she
hung from her wrists with her feet several
centimeters off the floor. Her eyes showed pain,
but she courageously kept quiet.
Without talking, Z removed the clothing from the
girl. The shoes and socks were easy. Z cut the
shoulder straps of her uniform jumper and pulled it
down and off her. Her white blouse almost hid the
soiled white panties. Z started at the wrist and slit
each sleeve of the blouse. Then she cut from the
arm pit horizontally toward the middle. The blouse
fell away, revealing a white cotton bra. "Your
father, and lots of other men, are going to see you
naked," said Z, enjoying the look of terror in the
girl's eyes as Z cut away the bra and exposed the
little breasts to the glare of the lights. They were
low mounds with pink nipples, like a serving of
mashed potato with a raspberry on top. Z made
half circles with her thumbs and first fingers and
encircled the base of one breast. Then she
squeezed, until it rounded out, like a scoop of ice
cream. Z pinched the nipple, tugging on it, before
she let go and addressed the problem of the panties.
The smell was pretty bad, stale urine and the strong
odor from the brown smear in back. Z took a
moment to clear the ruined clothes from the floor,
exposing a drain in the floor. She cut the girl's
panties up each side, from leg hole to waist, so as
to avoid the nasty parts. As the panties fell away, Z
almost gagged at the smell of the mush between
the girls buttocks. One of the men handed Z a hose
--- they had known they would want one --- and Z
began to hose off the girl, from the waist down,
adjusting the nozzle to get the hardest, most
concentrated stream of water. The force of the
water made the girl rotate slowly as she hung there,
and Z directed the stream at the girl's virginal vulva
as well as her ass crack. The girl tried to cross her
legs, to protect her genitals, but it didn't help much.
Z applied the hard stream of water to the girls
breasts, too, making them ripple and deform under
the impact of the cold water. The nipples stood out.
The girl's jaw quivered, as she shivered in the cold.
One of the men readjusted a camera for close-ups
and when the shit was washed off Z applied the
nozzle to the girl's anus, pressing hard against the
little raspberry and holding her other hand over
the girl's belly, so she couldn't escape the hose by
wriggling. The girl screamed for the first time,
as the cold water stretched her bowels, and
she bicycled in the air with her legs. Z
removed the nozzle and allowed the girl to expel a
stream of brown water. Z repeated the treatment,
but she grew tired of having to restrain her victim.
As the water drained from the girl, Z stepped away,
off camera, to confer with one of the men.
Z tied ropes to each of the girl's ankles, and the
men pulled the ropes, which passed over hooks in
the roof trusses. The girl's ankles were forced
upward and apart, until they were at shoulder height
and as far apart as they might go without
dislocating the girl's hips. Her torso was now
closer to horizontal and her pelvis was tipped, so
her vulva pointed upward and her labia, which had
concealed everything inside, now gaped open
slightly, showing a streak of pink. The girl's pubic
hair, sparse curls, gleamed in the TV lights. Z,
however, applied the hose to the girl's anus again.
Stretched as she was, the girl could not move to
evade the intruder, and Z raped her ass, shoving the
metal nozzle several centimeters into the girl's
distended rectum. The victim screamed, and it
appeared her belly visibly swelled, before Z
released the water pressure and stepped back to
avoid the resulting shower, which washed the
residual shit down the drain in the floor. This
torment was repeated six more times, filling the girl
like a balloon, then letting her "explode". The
anus, thus repeatedly abused, began to lose muscle
tone and leak, even when the nozzle was inserted
full length. Z took a cucumber and forced it
through the orifice until it was totally contained in
the girl's rectum. Only a little spot of green, the
size of a coin, could be seen through the hole.
Now Z directed the water at the upturned vulva,
initially playing the stream over the whole pubic
area. The girl, stretched tight as she was, could
move no more than a centimeter, as she writhed
under the assault of high pressure water. Z began to
aim more carefully. As the water forced the labia at
the bottom of the cleft, the girl's virginal vagina
was raped by a column of water which stretched it
and inflated the depths of her tunnel as she had
never experienced. Aimed a little higher, the water
beat on the prepuce of the clitoris. In spite of the
girl's protests, Z persisted, lifting the clitoral hood
with hydraulic pressure. The girl screamed prayers
until, with a sigh, she went limp. Z noted the blush
across the girl's chest and deduced that the
protesting girl had experienced a violent orgasm,
perhaps her first.
Taking advantage of the girl's temporary relaxation,
Z applied two greased clear plastic cups over the
girl's breasts, like rigid bra cups, but concealing
nothing. Clear plastic tubing led from the cups. Z
flicked a switch, and the pocketa-pocketa of a
vacuum pump began to reduce the air pressure in
the cups. "No, no," the girl moaned as her tender
tits were pulled into the vacuum, stretched, swollen
by the pressure of blood within. The nipples stood
tall and seemed to visibly swell. Z left the girl to
look down at her pink, deformed breasts, the skin
burning from being stretched. A second, smaller
vacuum cup was applied over the still concealed
clitoris, which was sucked up into the clear cup, a
little pink snail emerging form its shell, more and
more as the time went by.
Z signaled to the camera men and the lights went
out. The girl was left in the dark to suffer. Her
wrists and arms ached from supporting her weight.
Her hip joints and taut leg muscles hurt from being
stretched. Her breasts burned as they were forced
to expand into the vacuum, and her clitoris seemed
on fire as it, too, was engorged with blood,
stretching erect like a hard penis. The cucumber in
her rectum provided an uncomfortable pressure,
pressing on the anal muscles as if the girl were
constipated. And there was no relief in sight.
Several hours later, the lights went on again. The
girl was still alert, still in pain, though the character
of the pain had changed some. The nerves of
wracked joints and stretched tissue cannot continue
to fire indefinitely. The "fast" pain paths were
worn, exhausted, and the indefinite, chronic aches
were predominant. "Well," said Z through her
George Bush mask, "the videos have been
broadcast. Your father, and thousands more, have
seen the results of his obstinate refusal. It's time to
escalate the war of nerves." She made sure the
cameras documented the effects of hours of
vacuum, the swollen, puffy nipples, no longer little
pink pencil erasers, now like strawberries. The
swollen, bright pink clitoris and its swollen hood
looked like a cherry. Z removed the vacuum cups
and said, for the camera, "And now, something
different."
Z snapped a wooden ruler against a swollen nipple,
and the girl screamed. The other nipple got the
same treatment and elicited another scream. When
the wood slapped against the protruding clitoris, the
girl seemed beyond pain, almost in shock.
Z switched to a cat-o-nine-tails, a whip with nine
knotted leather tails. She swept the handle down in
a arc which laid the lashes across the breasts,
eliciting a satisfying scream from her victim.
Methodically she whipped the girl, attacking her
breasts from both sides. The knots did not break
the skin, but left little red bruises, broken blood
vessels, which would soon turn purple and last for
days. Then, moving between the outstretched legs,
Z slashed down with the lashes, whipping the girl's
thighs, top and bottom, from her knees almost to
the crease of her groin. It was clearly painful, and
the tender skin was red with welts, but Z skillfully
preserved the genital area unmarked. The abused
clitoris still peaked out between the labia. The girl
stared in horror as her torturer took aim. The nine
knotted leather lashes landed exactly on the girls
upturned vulva. She shrieked and fainted.
The girl soon recovered. "So far," said Z, "we have
done nothing which would cause permanent injury.
Still, your father is adamant. Regrettably, girl, you
will never be the same after I am done with you.
Your father, I'm sure, hoped for a good marriage
for you. When we are through, it may be no man
will want you, or it may be you will never want a
man to touch you. Prepare yourself, girl, to lose
your mind. But first, we have to get you ready." Z
took a corkscrew and carefully screwed it into the
cucumber which was still accessible through the
dilated anus. Then, with a steady pull, she slowly
withdrew it, stretching the anal orifice. The girl
grunted and tried to expel the object, but Z
prolonged the torment, pushing and pulling a bit to
fuck the girl's ass, before she finally yanked the
vegetable out, leaving a gaping crater where once
had been a neat little rosebud. She slipped a
tapered metal butt plug into the hole. It had a
narrow base, so the anal sphincters would hold it in,
and a broader bottom, so it couldn't slip all the way
inside, as the cucumber had.
The men lowered the ropes and allowed the girl to
rest on the hard concrete. She lay on her back, her
abused breasts and reddened thighs and crotch
exposed for the camera, as the ropes were tightened
to immobilize her. Z applied some plaster to the
girl's lower body, covering her from navel to anus.
Gauze was incorporated into the plaster as extra
layers were applied, just like a bone-setter's plaster
cast. "It burns," cried the girl, as the quick-setting
plaster, an exothermic chemical reaction, got hot.
Impulsively, Z used the rest of the plaster to cover
the girl's breasts. "Maybe, we will use the plaster
molds to make rubber replicas of your private
parts. We can send models of your tits and cunt to
your father, and sell them on e-bay. You are
already famous as your father's daughter. In future,
a thousand frustrated boys can masturbate with your
rubber cunt." When the plaster had set, it was
yanked away from the girl, taking all her pubic hair
with it.
The girl was stretched on the concrete, her legs
parted, almost as if on a medieval rack. A camera
aimed at her now hairless crotch, bright red from
the whip and the plaster, a first degree burn. Z took
a rubber bulb and slurped up a clear fluid.
"Absolute alcohol," she said. "It burns, sucks the
moisture right out of your membranes." She
inserted the tip of the bulb between the girl's labia,
down low, and injected the contents into her vagina.
She shrieked and struggled against her bondage, as
Z squirted more of the irritant on the swollen
clitoris and nipples.
There is a limit to the stress a torture victim can
take, so they gave her a sedative and allowed her to
sleep on a soft mat in a small cage.
The next day, the girl was in pretty good shape.
She had not eaten in days, but the water in her
bowels had kept her from severe dehydration. Her
swollen breasts and clitoris had more or less
resumed their former size and shape, and the bright
red welts which covered her breasts, belly, and
thighs had turned various shades of blue and purple.
When the girl was quite awake, she was taken to the
makeshift TV studio again, to be tortured on
camera. "You know, I'll bet we could get rich
selling DVDs of this on the Internet," said Z as the
men dragged the girl toward a strange apparatus.
The girl, who was resigned to pain, realized that,
for the rest of her life, she would be known as the
girl who was debauched on TV.
They strapped her against a vertical support, with
her arms behind her, her little breasts thrust out.
There was a strap above her breasts, one below
them, and another just above her hips. A metal stud
screwed into a hole in the base of the metal butt
plug she still wore, further immobilizing her.
Supports behind her knees supported her in a sitting
position, with straps across her thighs holding her in
contact with them. Her bottom, but for the butt
plug, was entirely accessible. Then the whole
structure was tipped backward, so the effect was
like a patient ready for a gynecological
examination. The camera zoomed in for a close-up
between her legs.
"You came here a virginal girl. You will leave here
something else," said Z, by way of increasing the
girl's anxiety. She put small diameter vacuum cups
over the girl's nipples, stretching them, and then
bound the breasts with rubber cords. The look in
the girl's eyes reflected her pain, and they let a
camera dwell on her face and her deformed breasts.
First, we're going to loosen up that vagina, so you
can never pass for a virgin, and then, ha ha, we'll
tighten it up again. She showed the girl a metal
device, roughly the shape of a penis, but covered
with knobs. A water hose and wires extended from
the base. The "glans" of the penis was rubber. Z
rubbed a little gel between the girl's inner labia.
"It's electrically conductive," she said. Z inserted
the device in the girl's vagina, stretching it, as it
had never known anything bigger than a tampon. A
rubber strap from the base to the belt at the hips
assured that it would not slide out. The girl, on her
back with her legs spread and her vagina stuffed as
never before, was not in intense pain, though her
breasts hurt, but she cried tears of despair, realizing
that her "innocence", any claim to virginity, was not
just gone, but the loss would be displayed to the world,
for boys to lust over.
Step one involved letting water enter the device. The
rubber tip swelled, like a balloon, displacing her
womb with pressure on the cervix. She had never
been aware of her cervix before. It pressed her
bladder and the roots of her clitoris which curved
around her pubic arch. She had never heard of a G-
spot, but hers was being pressed by the expanding
rubber. The hood of her clitoris retracted, though
she was not aware of that with so much going on
inside her. The growth of her vagina put pressure
on her rectum, and she became very conscious of
the metal plug in her bottom. She began gasping in
short breaths, as strange feelings, not all painful,
focused her attention on what lay behind her pubic
bones. She was thinking that she could take no
more, the intense stimulation driving her crazy,
when a jet of water shot from the base of the device
and hit her exposed clitoris. She screamed and
shuddered and nearly passed out. It was not the
shock of pain; it was an intense orgasm which
flooded her brain with opiate-like endorphins.
Z smiled and released the water pressure. The girl
lay there, on her back, the device distending her
vagina, breathing deeply. Then Z repeated the
procedure, keeping the stream on the clitoris until
the girl was nearly unconscious from a continuous
series of orgasms. Z thought to herself that the girl
could never be satisfied by a mere man, after
experiencing Z's tortures. Again, the girl was raped
by the hydraulic device, and again she was reduced
to quivering ecstacy.
"So much for loosening you up," said Z, smiling at
the exhausted girl. "Now we'll teach you to tighten
up." The bulb on the end of the metal penis was
partially filled, not enough to trigger another
orgasm. Z turned a control knob and pressed a
button, just for a second. The girl grunted and
ground her teeth as every muscle between her navel
and her knees contracted violently. When the
button was pressed, alternating current passed
between the metal butt plug and the metal penis. It
only lasted for a second, but it left the girl
breathless.
"Quite an experience, that," said Z maliciously. It
will happen again, but you don't know when." Z
could see the girl trying to relax, but anxious.
"When your vaginal muscles contracted, the water
pressure peaked rather nicely. With practice, you
could become a skilled prostitute, able to milk the
deadest dick. Let's see if you can do that again."
Two seconds passed, two seconds of terror for the
girl, before Z pressed the button again, holding it
down two seconds.
"Unnng!" screamed the girl, as her muscles knotted,
the sartorius along the inside of her thighs standing
out like a bowstring as she strained against the
straps which bound her. There was a strong
burning sensation at her anus and the entrance of
her vagina, where the currents seemed strongest and
the muscles squeezed the metal. The "electro-
convulsive therapy" continued, at irregular
intervals, until the girl was utterly exhausted. The
fall in water pressure when her vagina contracted
bore testimony to the fatigue of the muscles. It was
time to stop.
They gave the girl an hour to recover, and then they
turned on the cameras again and repeated the
hydraulic exercises. Z thought the girl must be
becoming conditioned to the enforced orgasms, and
she wondered what the result of daily practice
might be. Possibly the girl would be conditioned
like Pavlov's dog, so the mere sight of the device
would trigger an orgasm, or, conversely, she might
become so accustomed to the "water torture" that
she would no longer have orgasms. Too bad, they
probably wouldn't have time to perform that
experiment.
One of the camera men gave Z a note: Time is
running out. We are going to broadcast real-time,
and we want you to burn her cunt so she'll never be
able to have sex again.
Z sighed. She would have liked to play with this
girl and perfect her torture technique, but orders are
orders. Z plugged in the electric heating coils and
placed the big soldering iron inside them. Soon the
coils glowed bright red and the iron (actually it was
copper) became red hot. Z checked that the
cameras were running and approached the girl,
holding up the glowing iron. Sheer terror! Z slowly
brought the iron down between the parted thighs
and barely touched the hood of the clitoris. A puff of
steam arose. There would probably be a painful
blister. Z knew what she had to do next. She used
her left hand to remove the device and spread the
labia, revealing the gleaming tunnel of a vagina
which had not had time to close entirely. She
poised the hot iron, ready to plunge it into the
pinkness of the girl's sex. With the scarring and
adhesions, she wouldn't be able to put a pencil in
there, never mind a prick. Z paused for dramatic
effect.
"Wait," said a voice. Z turned. "We just heard.
Her father had the prisoners shot and the bodies
dumped on the cathedral steps! She's worthless to
us now."
"Shove it up her twat all the way to her stomach.
We'll dump her body on the cathedral steps for
revenge." said another man.
"No," said Z, putting down the iron and turning off
the heating coils. "She's innocent. It's not her fault
that her father is a heartless bastard. As long as we
could use her to get our people back, I could justify
hurting her. With the prisoners dead, we don't have
that justification. We don't want to be as criminal
as her father, killing unnecessarily. We'll show our
moral superiority by releasing her uninjured, some
place public, like the cathedral steps."
Z wondered, as the men released the straps and set
the naked girl on her feet, would the girl recover
from her ordeal? Would the torture unleash sexual
passion or lead to frigidity? Z went to her and
murmured words of reassurance as she gently
pulled the metal plug from the girl's anus.
"Remember," she whispered, cupping one swollen
breast in her hand, "you can get over this. It wasn't
your fault. It doesn't make you a bad person, that
you experienced things other girls haven't. It's just
that you had to grow up too fast, but you will be
stronger for it. When you marry, nothing your
husband does will surprise you, and when you go
into labor with your child, you will know you
survived much worse pain."
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