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                                                             Venom, May 2007

Synopsis:

Its the year 1947, and the nazis are still on tour.

Based on its Secret Weapon’s Technology, the Third Reich is about

to win the Second World War.

A female British spy enables the theft of a turbojet stealth-

fighter, but is caught by the counter-intelligence.

Let’s hear what she has to say...

Nazi High Tech

With ?Operation Taifun", the German assault on the heavily

defended outskirts of Moscow started on October 2nd 1941.

On December 20, Axis forces crossed the river Moskva on a spot

east of the city to close their frontline around the Russian metropolis.

The siege of Moscow took 102 days, then the swastika flag waved

over the Kreml, like over the capitols of 27 other countries.

The Soviet Union wasn’t yet defeated, but repulsing the Red Army

more and more to the east, the Third Reich now ruled from the

polar circle to the Sahara and from the Atlantic Ocean

to the Ural.

Jessica gritted her teeth and pressed her breath trough her nose as the cruel whip kissed her back again. The metal-tipped end wrapped around her body, opening another bloody wound on her belly. She would not tell them anything. No single word. Not even a lie. From a detected lie they could draw conclusions onto the truth.

Once again the brutal Gestapo torturer brought down his vicious

instrument, eliciting a scream by hitting her left nipple with the

metal tip.

He had started the interrogation of the dirty-blonde British spy,

hanging naked by her arms, with a cat o’ nine. He had pulled her so

high her bare bound feet had left the floor of the dark cellar room, and he had whipped her every time her white silk body had swung towards

him, increasing the power of impact.

After maybe twenty lashes leaving angry, mostly bloody welts all

over front and back of her trained body, he had switched to his

favourite single tail bullwhip, customised with heavy metal

inlays. During the treatment with the cat this tough bitch only

moaned and groaned, now she screamed with almost every lash.

Increasing the force clearly, H?ller cut open her back diagonally,

adding a new river of blood on her multiple X-marked flesh.

Another stroke onto her right ribs, around her belly and onto her

left kidney, another scream; but still the ethereal beauty

refused to talk.

Confronted with the rapidly raising grade of sadism, Jessica knew

this nazi scum was running out of time.

"When I could stand the last lash,

I can stand the next one, too!", she told herself over and over

again. "I have to endure, just to endure..."

During the March of the year 1942, the British islands were

conquered. Great Britain now fought the nazis only from its

colonies, partially heavily attacked by the Japaneses.

The USA joined the war. Having lost the possibility to start

assaults from the British islands, the United States invaded

northern Africa without being able to push back Axis troops to the

Mediterranean Sea.

Reaching the limits of its military capacity, Germany had to face

massive Allied air raids.

In this situation, the Reich focussed on its more unorthodox

technologies: rocket- and turbojet engines, guided missiles,

helicopters, radar and anti-radar measures, electronic

calculators.

H?ller splashed another load of cold water into Jessica’s face to

revive her. He hoped that She would bring some of Her famous

stimulant, so they could go even harder on that bitch. He watched

her hanging limp in the chains. With her pale skin, slim but oval

face, her small mouth with pale lips and her blue, almost opaque

eyes she wasn’t a classical beauty, but definitely attractive.

The Aryan attributes were unmistakable.

But there wouldn’t be much left of it if she didn’t start talking

soon.

Getting her consciousness again, Jessica felt him unbinding

her legs, then forcing her thighs up and apart. The tearing sensation

in her vagina brought her fully back to reality.

?Let’s take this chance before your cunt is ripped away by my whip?,

H?ller snarled, thrusting his huge penis against her cervix and

pushing her whole body upward. When slamming down again,

her weight filled Jessica’s shoulders with sharp tearing pain, her joints

and tendons stretched hard by the chains.

She moaned miserably, and for the first time in this cellar tears leaving

her eyes, when the Gestapo officer pushed up again and let the cycle

restart.

Faster and faster he pumped into her hot tight suffering snatch,

looking into the faded blue of her eyes, so wonderfully intensified by

her tears.

He had to hurry.

One of the most promising projects against Allied air power was

the Horten Ho IX, later called Gotha Go 229, a turbojet fighter

in "flying wing"-design which form and material didn’t generate a

radar echo. Unknown to the Allied intelligence, the first prototype

flied in 1944.

Especially supported by the SS, which distrusted the Luftwaffe after

the heavy air raids and planed to activate its own air combat groups,

a number of Go 229 joined the air defence squadrons.

Invisible for the ?Monica?-radar system of  the Allied bombers and

superior in fastness and fire power to their escorts, they succeeded in

re- conquering air supremacy over Europe.

The Allies, not knowing the true name, called the Go ?Ghostwing?.

Intended to become the tactical backbone of the Luftwaffe, the fighters supported the Afrika Korps and helping re-conquer large regions of the continent’s north.

Having spurted his pure Nordic semen into her sore ravaged cunt, he bound each foot with a short chain to a ring in the blood-sprayed stone floor, spreading her legs to the maximum.

One hand in front of her, the other at her backside, H?ller let the rough surface of the whip sink into her pussy slit and the crack of her arse.

With rubbing motions he worked the metal-leather upward, forcing more pressure on Jessica’s most sensitive parts and wearing them out with frictional heat.

?Just tell me, and all that pain will stop. North, south...east, west; where??

?Nnnghh-nhhnn...?, she pressed out as a guttural non-answer.

H?ller stepped back for free movement: ?I will hurt you horribly.?

Then the savage bitch-flogging started anew, the metal-reinforced leather laid itself hatefully into her flesh in criss-crossed pain.

Jessica tried to arch her back away from the impacts, but failed with quivering muscles. Instead she rocked in awaiting between the lashes and in pain with them, dancing erotically in mid-air. Her shoulder-long hair swirled violently from side to side, although her head was locked by her upper arms due to the strict bondage.

For a change H?ller gave her some strokes vertically from her shoulders to the back of her  semen-smeared thighs or into the crack of her sexy arse, then  the cruel sadist concentrated dozens of especially brutal lashes on her tits. She screamed continuously at this point, getting her breast meat sliced open and mashed against her rib cage with each stroke. Both her nipples were nearly scourged away by multiple well aimed attacks.

He was giving her the full power of the whip now, every single lash cutting right into the very deepest of her inner self.

Once he let the first five inches of his greedy instrument lick the spot where her left arse cheek met the thigh, opening a gaping slash. Then H?ller worked on the inside of both thighs, making his way up until the tearing fire arrived

Jessica’s vagina. At the first lash, wonderfully laid between her pussylips, her screaming voice cracked and her eyes drowned in panic.

Mercilessly he flayed her genitals. Swollen flesh became cut, then torn.

The metal tip tongued her clitoris, then searched for other worthy targets, licking her labia and reaching into her rectum, just to return and continue the slow clitoricectomy.

The whip-fucked woman wasn’t nearly past suffering, but she had achieved a constant daze with her mind not registered the single blows. Her pain from the hanging, the horror of the rape, the whipping; everything have been molten into a storm of agony.

Nothing more she wished than to talk. But that was beyond consideration.

In her silence lay the key to throw those disgusting nazi scum back into hell. Her resultant suffering was insignificant.

But with every second cries for mercy formed themselves in her soul,

names of persons and places were creeping from the corners of Jessica‘s memory, reaching out for her tongue.

H?ller castigated the blood-bathed female with unflagging enthusiasm.

The wet splashing of blood-soaked whip leather echoed promisingly from the stone walls as he once more worked her back and belly over.

Metallic red, whitish interrupted by her skin’s last intact parts, sparkled beautifully on her body in the dim cellar.

With every stroke, a delicate mist of blood rose from the kissed flesh.

H?ller’s heroic penis was steel hard again.

Between the strokes, when the pitiful spy’s broken screams turned into agonised moans, the sound of  approaching steps in the corridor behind the iron door was audible.

H?ller gave his hard-working whip a rest and opened the door.

Encouraged by the success of the Ho IX –project, the development of other and even more daring wonder weapons had started.

Convoys were reconnoitred by U-boat based choppers. Battleships

were sunken by the aircraft-drooped rocket-torpedo Henschel Hs 294 and a guided bomb named Ruhrstahl X-1.

New York was attacked by Arado Ar 234 "Blitz", turbojet engined

bombers which were so fast they didn’t need escorts.

The A 10-intercontinental cruise-missile, called "V3", was able to

reach Washington, D.C.

The final victory of the Aryan race was near.

But then, one Ghostwing disappeared...

The woman walking in was an Aryan goddess:

Ice-blue eyes in a face of cruel beauty; very long golden hair forced in a strict plait; a supple body, visible under her tailor-made black uniform.

Shining boots met  the  skirt at her knees. Her jacket and cap showed the  dreaded insignia of the SS.

?Heil H_____, Frau Sturmbannf?hrer!?, the torturer bellowed, clicking his heel. She returned the greeting with a frighteningly pleasant voice.

?And...??

H?ller shook his head: ?Nothing yet, Frau Sturmbannf?hrer.?

The SS-major walked towards Jessica’s slashed body.

She hadn’t expect the British spy to confess under the whip.

?You must be Annette Gleumanns, right?  Of course, we both know that this isn’t your true name. You don’t have to tell me your real one, maybe later, when we are more acquainted with each other.

I’m Isabelle von Rauh, and you won’t be pleased to have met me. The aeroplane your  brunette friend has stolen was allocated to a SS-group, and I have to bring it back.?

Jessica had come round enough to froze hearing this.

The air base she had Emmy smuggled into was a testing area where  new aircrafts got their tail units and weapons systems calibrated before they were put into service.

Two Ghostwings were located there. They had chosen the one with the convenient timetable.

Now, with the horrible SS involved, knowing something about Jessica’s partner, her situation had got even worse.

Though the Schutz-Staffel didn’t admit women, there was a female SS-organisation named ?Sonderunterst?tzungsgruppe?.

The members of this Special Support Group, Aryan blood-lined for generations, were known to be even more fanatic than their male pedants.

Isabelle sized up the heavily whipped woman, choosing the further actions.

If you have a pretty female spy hanging naked in front of you, you have to take some given facts into consideration:

You can’t torture her the same way all the time; too long, and her mind is getting used to this kind of pain.

On the other hand, you have to start smooth and ?easy?, so the real pain that comes later doesn’t send her to fast into hysteria, unconsciousness or catatonic condition. Sure, you can fill her up with stimulants, but that only influences the limits, not the situation itself.

If you go to quickly and to soon to hard on her, skinning her alive or something like that , her mind will be blocked.

Tenderise her to get results fast, but prepare her to experience harder treatment if you don’t get them fast.

If she is a though little bitch, work her over for days with empirical correctness, let her rest no time, don’t  give her the opportunity to sleep.

Not the present pain, but the anticipation of nothing than even more pain will break her eventually.

When you have broken her thoroughly, you can lean back and ask her all your questions. Nothing is left inside her that could create a will to hold back information.

That’s the theory.

But it needed time, and with every minute the lost Go 229 got further and further away. Every single FuG 65 and FuG 80 radar tower in the Reich was searching against better judgement. At least the Go’s range wasn’t nearly high enough to reach enemy air space. It have to touch Axis-controlled ground once more to get refuelled; this was the only chance to thwart the Allies’ plan.

Isabelle traced a bloody welt on Jessica’s cold-sweated body with her black-gloved finger. She had decided to pump this British whore full of agony and torturing each and every single word out of her until there’s nothing left inside her but pain. That’s practicable to extract a single information, like a name, but not the best way for receiving detailed knowledge of such an operation.

But in this situation, she have to deal with it.

But first, though time was ticking away, she gave psychology a try:

?So you don’t want to talk to me, I tell you something about your friend.

She didn’t just steal an invention build to protect our people against bolshevism and Allied aggression. No!

First she had killed the pilot.  He had to die just because he was supposed to fly the aeroplane tonight. A husband and father of two children, Max and Erna.? She lied about the kids’ names and number, not knowing the family. But with such personal details it was more dramatically. She omitted the use of a phrase like ?brave soldier of the Fatherland? because that would be contra-productive in creating the feeling of guiltiness.

?Why do you protect such a person?

Do you think she would endure just one minute of your suffering for you?

No, my dear! She would have betrayed you to save herself even before the whip touches her skin the first time.?

Jessica pressed her lips shut, eyes half closed. The softness of the woman’s voice made her shiver.

Isabelle turned away:

?H?ller!?- ?Frau Sturmbannf?hrer?? – ?You’ll assist me. Take her to the horse, hands behind and up to the neck.? ?Jawohl, Frau Sturmbannf?hrer!?

?And stop this heel-clicking! My head is ringing from it!?

H?ller lowered Jessica and removed the chains. She couldn’t stand or walk,  her legs weakened by the stretching and chastisement, so her

paingiver dragged the groaning female towards a modified wooden sawhorse.

H?ller knew how the SS-major wanted her victim and he had an idea, what the little spy-bitch was in for. His proud cock was harder than ever.

Jessica found herself more than tightly strapped to the frightening device,

bend over in an right angle. Her wide-spread legs were firmly secured  at thighs, knees and ankles, her lower orifices opened and vulnerable.

Additional straps at the horse’s horizontal part had been brutally tightened around her torso, making it painfully to breathe.

Worse than that was the positioning of her arms, forced into a reversed prayer: her upper arms wired together on her back until they almost touching each other, the elbows bent. Her wrists were cuffed and bound with a short chain to a broad and tightly buckled leather collar around her neck.

Though Jessica was a fit young woman, this treatment was overstretching her  tendons and ligaments, pulling her muscles and was torture itself. A longer chain connected to the collar’s front run to the ground and held her down.

She attempted under ripping pain to move her arms, but failed hopelessly.

No self-strangling as a final escape.

Trying to calm herself down, Jessica told herself  having gain a victory by not breaking under the flagellation.

But only to face new horrors, she added sadly. Strange devices Jessica couldn’t recognise were arranged under the horse. Her beaten breasts hung freely in some kind of steel bowl or sink with different hoses and taps.

A black cable was running along the floor right towards her.

? I see you have already ‘interrogated’ her vagina.?

Isabelle addressed H?ller, but actually spoke to her helpless captive.

?Would you like to open up her back passage now, too??

H?ller sneered. ?Jawohl, Frau Sturmbannf?hrer.?

The order for her anal rape let Jessica groan in misery. This would be the ultimate act of degradation and abuse, letting her helplessly, defencelessly witness the obscene ravage of her most intimate organs.

H?ller put his impressive penis to the delicate opening exhibited between the parted buttocks. The pressure by the blood-pumped instrument let Jessica find new strength to fight the intolerable penetration. Clenching her rectal muscles with all might she managed to repulse the first assault on her anus. Hollers cock bent, then glided away over her coccyx. For a moment he felt his rage raising, but he knew that the more the slut fight him, the more the arse fuck would hurt her. And he refused to use any lubricant. He wanted to take the bitch dry.

H?ller now started in earnest, gripping the spy’s hips, pressing into Jessica’s no longer secret entrance, taking the petals of her sphincter with him on the agonising journey into the dark virginity of her rectum.

Jessica howled unrestrainedly as her anal defence was broken. Being in a panic she tried to expel the intruder, to shit it out literally. But too late, H?ller’s cock was invading her unstoppable and the tender walls of her dry colon were already rubbed raw by the first, endlessly slow stroke. The increasing pressure in her bowels made her want to puke, burning pain radiated into every fibre of her lower body. The torturous penis, stretching her intestines in unnatural directions, came to a stop, embedded ten inches into the screaming woman’s arse. Pulling her guts with it, the Aryan shaft travelled backward, now lubricated in rectal blood. To Jessica, this movement sent new variations of anal pain through her and seemed to create a vacuum in her colon.

When only the cock’s head was in her tight hot arsehole, she felt him readjusting his angle of penetration, holding her hips even tighter.

H?ller, now having prepared himself and his unwilling lover for ram-fucking, started the perverted cycle again...and again ...and again, violating her viscera for shriek-filled minutes.

As her diligent assistant had kept pounding away deeper and deeper at the screaming woman, Isabelle had lighted one of her Gauloises and was now watching the gruesome show absent-minded, going over the next steps. The Go had to be refuelled after two hours of flying with medium speed. Earlier, and the refilled juice wouldn’t let it reach Allied air space, like over last, not yet conquered spots in northern Africa or so. Russian controlled ground was too far away. Maybe a provisional, secretly installed airfield in the ice of Scandinavia. Whatever, the second spy had to use the full range of her stolen goods. That means the British bitch had to talk during the next thirty-five minutes...she WOULD talk during the next thirty-five minutes!

Jessica’s anus was a terrifying sight. The muscular ring was swollen and multiply torn. Though H?ller had removed his satisfied cock, the injured opening couldn’t close fully, letting a worrisome amount of blood, mixed with waste and semen, ran down her inner thighs.

Isabelle, her cigarette nearly finished, couldn’t stifle a smile.

Looks like the sobbing woman wasn’t into backdoor action.

This was far worse than the whipping, even worse than the vaginal rape.

The feeling of being hollowed out, physically and mentally, was overwhelming. Jessica had wanted to fight, to endure, to survive; but now all she wanted was to die.

No mercy, here; no death. Just more pain. Don’t give up. You can still harm them, Jess! – I don’t know how much longer I can endure...

Jessica heard this nazi bitch von Rauh behind her, and the cable on the ground moved. Isabelle must have taken something the cable was

connected to.

The major had chosen one of her favourite toys: two polished metal rods, twelve inches long, two inches in diameter. From one end of each chrome-shining pole ran an insulated copper wire into the thick main cable.

She held the rods at the wires in one hand next to Jessica’ face:

?I think you are smart, so you can tell that your next adventure is going to be sparky. But you have still a choice...

Where do you think this whole affair is leading to? Do you really think I’m enjoying myself hurting another woman? I can imagine the pain you are in! But it is not within my power to stop it!?

One basic item in the chest of torture-tricks is to make the victim feel responsible for what happens to her.

?You are the only one who can end this.  It’s up to you.?

Isabelle held away Jessica’s blonde. blood-speckled hair to see her suffering face.

The spy’s lips quivered, but no sound escaped.

?You have had your chance, lady. Now you are forcing me to really get serious on you!?

She stubbed out her cigarette on Jessica’s pubic bone eliciting a sweet scream from her. Then Isabelle roughly inserted the poles into her victim’s defenceless lower orifices, lubricating them by the various fluids which were accumulating in the holes.

?Cathode to Cunt, Anode to Arse!?

The new penetrations of her freshly raped anus and sore vagina let Jessica wince and cry. Both rods reached deep, the first into the entrance of her cervix, the second beyond her rectal area into her bent colon.

She heard an electrical hum, as the black-dressed woman was fiddling around with a box connected to the cable.

At the first moment she thought Isabelle had hit the poles’ ends with a baton or something. Then her lower muscles clenched tightly, not able to be controlled by Jessica’s brain. A hard slap from her inside left her abdomen smarting. Her cervix hurt badly, so did her viscera. The pains were severe, but bearable.

?This has been only forty volts, with a current of about two or three tenth of an ampere. Just to give you a taste. The body resistance of your wet, thin tissue between the probes is very low. Low voltage would already create an undesirable value of amperes. So the electrodes in your sweet holes are designed in such a way that the current can’t flow straight on the direct way but has to make a detour. That means higher resistance. Higher resistance means higher voltage by given current. Higher voltage means worse muscle reactions.

Furthermore, choosing the current cleverly and using high voltage by high resistance means more energy. More energy, to come to an end, means more pain.

I’ll give you...let us see...?, she adjusted a hand wheel on the box, ?800 volts; makes  5 amperes.

800 volts doesn’t sound much? The equivalent current from hand to hand on dry skin needs about 35000 volts!

That current of five amperes is highly dangerous, but, due to the distance to your heart, I’ll run the risk.?

?I would rather to fry your guts with some 100.000 volts, you bitch! Damn Ohm’s law!?, she thought by herself.

She held a piece of rubber to Jessica’s mouth. ?Open up. It’s for your own good. I don’t suppose that you prefer to bite off your tongue. Or do you want to tell me something about your brunette friend??

Jessica tried to banish the answers from her mind, not wanting it available in a moment of weakness.

Emmy, like herself, was an agent of the British SOE.

She was the pilot, trained on the Gloster Meteor, the sole British jet-fighter, and able to fly a Go after an introduction. Getting technical information like cockpit photographs and access to the area had been Jessica’s job. With the help of underground fighters and other spies they had completed the first step of the operation: Emmy had stolen the Ghostwing. But Jessica was caught by the Gestapo forty minutes later.

Isabelle unceremoniously forced the rubber bit between Jessica’s jaws.

?Burn, bitch!?, she thought and hit the discharge-button.

The blast sent her whole body into convulsions. The muscle contractions tried to rip the tendons from her  pubic bone as the electricity was burning its way through the delicate tissues. Jessica’s teeth pressed deep into the rubber block, her face frozen in indescribable pain.

After eternal seconds, the current was shut down.

Her muscles relaxed, turning into jelly. Hot urine ran down her thighs into the whip-drawn wounds, and, in smaller golden rivers, along the vaginal probe’s wire. Her lungs didn’t follow the order to scream, just a guttural sound could be heard.

Even after the shock has gone, the aftermath of the gruesome cramps held Jessica in agony, supported by the excruciating sensation of severe inner burns from electricity itself and electro-heated metal.

Isabelle pushed the button again, doubling Jessica’s time under current.

Every muscle-fibre cramped tightly around the ghastly intruders, unable to expel them. Once again high-accelerated electrons get  fired into her, resistance-welding the single layers of her tender membranes together. The rods heated up once more, now burning her birth canal , her rectal passage and deeper anal tract cruelly. Along the current’s path the electric energy fried all kind of tissue, vaporising the cellular fluid.

Isabelle temporary released Jessica’s body from the invisible grip.

This time the electro-tortured victim managed to scream, impressing her tormentor with deafening loudness.

?Talk! Talk to me, and the pain will stop immediately!?

Shock.

?Where is she flying to??

Shock. 4000 Watts were fucking Jessica into hell-opening agony.

?Where does she refuel the fighter? Who is helping her??

Shock. Now Isabelle let her finger rest on the button.

?Is there a rendezvous point in Scandinavia?? – Maybe a stroke of luck.

Jessica’s belly muscles were already damaged beyond repair by the brutal cramps; now even more fibres getting torn while white hot energy was electrocuting her innards.

Sanity was tortured away by pain, and Isabelle finally cut the circuit, long after she had realised that Jessica urgently needed a break.

Searing smoke and superheated fluids of unrecognisable colour left both orifices, as the beautiful torturer removed the electrodes.

?Whoa, hot!?

She dropped the probes.

?I assume, H?ller, you are glad of having already used these holes.?

He looked at the burned out openings. Swollen and lacerated, they had became bloody sources of pain.

?That’s for sure, Frau Sturmbannf?hrer.?

?Do you hear that, my dear? How many more parts of your body do you want to ruin...to sacrifice for some ridiculous delusions given to you from people which are not here now? Which had long forgotten about you!?

Jessica was nearly fainting, her stamina used up. But Isabelle was far away from granting her the mercy of unconsciousness. The stimulant she injected into her victim’s bloodstream nearly let the spy’s heart explode.

Jessica’s bloodshot eyes flew open, her thorax rose and fell rapidly as she hyperventilated.

?Why are you doing this? For whom do you maintain your senseless silence?

We have already captured your helpers?, Isabelle lied, ?they have confessed and put the blame entirely on you! They have betrayed you!?

A popular tactic is to pretend caring about the victim’s well-being.

Build up a relationship, call her with her first name (if you know it).

Give her the feeling that she is alone, forgotten, fighting a useless fight;

But show her a way out by hinting your sympathy with her.

?I can tell it’s hard to believe but personally I haven’t got anything against you! I wasn’t the one who had made us to enemies.

There’s no need to suffer and die. Not for you and not for your companion.

We just want back our probate. The war is about to end. Don’t you want to see your homeland again??

Normally she would start to make false hopes during a earlier phase of the torture, but this trained bitch was far more susceptible to it in her present mental condition.

Jessica knew, of course, that these are lies, but her pain-filled mind grabbed at this way out against her will, blocking out the consequences.

?Lies, all lies! She’ll never let me go! Bitch! Nazi-fucking bitch!? she repeated in her mind again and again like a mantra, just to keep herself away from surrender. ?At some point this uniformed bitch had to stop, she just had to stop!?

?Damn, girl! Don’t be so stupid?, Isabelle have to raise her melodic voice to drown out Jessica’s sobbing. ?You are forcing me to interrogate you for another hour!?

With this last remark she wanted to make the British woman believe that a longer time had passed than actually had done – for a good reason.

Jessica had tried to estimate the time that went by, and another thought, cruel and tempting, settled in her confused mind. A voice, telling her that she already had endured hours of torture, telling her that Emmy was in safety, far away with the Ghostwing; a soft, pleasant, velvet voice; Isabelle’s voice.

But still there was a very last trace of the conviction that had made her join the fight against evil.

She suppressed her sobbing, listening to the pounding of her drugged blood in her temples. She couldn’t take much more, but she tried to fight for every second of her silence.

Isabelle pretended resignation: ?Then I can’t help you.?

She cupped Jessica’s breast hanging in the square steel sink with both gloved hands. Then, with female fondness, she flicked and manipulated the spy’s beaten nipples into hardness.

Now the tips of the swollen globes swung with every strained breath two inches above the sink’s ground.

The hollow ripple of water on sheet metal told Jessica that the basin was being filled slowly.

?She ducks my tits for more electro-torture!?

The captive beauty almost cried with this thought.

Hardly she felt the strange condensation on her pain-filled breast, and she needed some seconds to arrange her impressions:

?Hot steam!? she realised just moments before the boiling surface touched the very tips of her nipples.

?NOOOoooaaaarrggggggggghhhhh!?

With unknown strength she pressed against the straps forcing her to bend over, winning some millimetres between her and the scalding hot water.

Nevertheless half the lengths of her nipples now were permanently in the mercilessly rising liquid.

Another bloody scream rushed out of her lungs, and as it died away, the boiling fluid took both nipples completely. Small bubbles rested on the now glowing red meat-nubs, then were thrown off by Jessica’s wild struggling.

The pain was far beyond human nightmares. Demons must have described this torture in a Book of Evils.

A new terrible scream formed itself in Jessica’s throat, but was broken by her spasmodic dry-heaving. She retched violently and clear bitter fluids dripped from her tongue and lips, creating a slimy puddle on the floor beneath her pain-disfigured face.

The screaming woman’s aureoles long had sunk  into the now heavily bubbling water, and still the level was rising. One hundred degrees of pain simmered  into her mammary glands, while the former element of life, now a seething acid, started to wash around Jessica’s shredded breast-globes.

Insane heat was pumped through the deep slashes, castigating the same spots once again, but thousand times worse than leather or metal ever could.

Isabelle had decided to take her suffering victim even further.

A phallic device, clearly bigger than the electro-probes, was connected to the basin via a flexible hose. Without effort the major inserted the metallic instrument into Jessica’s over-tortured anus.

?This is a pump! Use your sphincter muscles to pump the water into the dildo!?, she commanded, making sure to reach the pain-crazed woman while pressing Jessica’s arse-cheeks together to initiate the motion.

Panic-stricken, the young spy clenched her nearly ruined arsehole frantically around the rubber segment at the end of the new intruder. Some area of her brain that wasn’t linked up with pain sensors managed to create a rhythm of  tensing and relaxing.

Slowly, under never-ending cries Jessica actually drove back the level of boiling water. But the scalding fluid almost had filled the sink and stood only one inch away from her sternum. Now the water showed a pink colour, caused by the blood from the cruel whip-wounds. The deep slashes had been reopened by the immense heat.

In her mind-searing agony Jessica wasn’t really aware of  her doing, but she felt the temperature of the dildo rising. She accepted this pain; she already had endured it, even in a worse form. In her current state she even would reinsert the electro-probes herself just to end the tit-torture.

Inside the hollow dildo the nearly incompressible water displaced a gas,

pressurising it more and more. Due to this physical facts,

Jessica’s shocked, shredded arse-muscles had to work harder and harder to fight the cooking of her breasts. The gruesome tears in the ring of her outer sphincter had started to bleed anew, but again that was nothing compared to the horrors her breasts were exposed to. Still two third of her once beautiful milk bags were hanging in the steaming water.

White-boiled, whip-cut stripes of skin came off, followed by thin layers of cooked flesh and strangely flaky body fat.

Jessica pumped, screamed, retched, trembled with cramps, suffered beyond imagination. Dark, dried blood on her inner thighs was covered with shiny fresh one.

Finally a valve clicked inside the dildo, far to soft to be heard in the chaos of woman-pain. But the result was excruciating. A canal opened and scalding hot water was ejaculated into Jessica’s colon.

Now the mindlessly bawling woman truly was being boiled alive from the inside and outside. Her shrill shrieks turned into inhuman, intermittently sounds of outrageous agony, signalling that she was past her limit of endurance. Then something snapped inside her, her eyes glazed over, the horrible echoes of her own screams seemed to reach herself from a growing distance. Her drugged up circulation broke down and her vision went monochrome.

Cold water for her head, then more stimulant. Terrible pain, but not as terrible as before.

From somewhere Isabelle’s warm voice forced its way to Jessica’s darkened mind.

Isabelle had emptied the basin and now pulled out the dildo pump.

The water leaving the wrecked bowels draw a trace on Jessica’s legs, reddening the last spots of skin not touched by the whip with blood and heat.

Making out that her pitiful victim came around, the major just asked: ?Where??

?Please, no more! Please! I beg you!? Jessica’s raw throat weakly formed the words announcing Isabelle’s victory.

Isabelle let fresh hot water into the sink, knowing the effect of the mere sound.

Jessica instantly went hysterical, and Isabelle slapped her face, not for paining, but for keeping her focussed.

?Then tell me! Tell me and I’ll open the cold-water tap!?

?PLEEASSSEEE!?

?Where, girl? Don’t let us go through this again!?

She gave up.

She just couldn’t take any more, even if Emmy wasn’t in safety

Drowned in agony, she didn’t care. All she wanted was to escape the eternal suffering. This nazi-bitch wouldn’t stop. Never. Even beyond death she would continue torturing her. 

?FRAAANNCE!?

?Particulars! Hurry up, the tide is coming!?

?Cercle vicieux, near Troyes! STOP IT!?

She could feel the steam again.

?And then??

?MIDWAY!?

?The aircraft carrier??

?YEESSS! STOOOOP!?

The sound of flowing water stopped, then started anew. Jessica was begging incoherently now.

Isabelle walked towards the door and lean against the wall where H?ller spoke hurried into a telephone to pass the valuable information. Only one time he was interrupted, by Jessica’s shrill hoarse scream, as the water’s extreme temperature hit her torn, boiled nipples. It died away into pained sobs as her worn out mind recognized the sensation as icy cold.

Isabelle took a cigarette between her sensual lips and looked at her watch.

A quarter of an hour till deadline. Not bad.

She used her heavy silver lighter with the engraved double Sig-rune.

France, then. Damn, you just can’t get rid of this annoying Resistance!

That means she had to brush up her French. It’s for your benefit to interrogate your victim in the mother tongue.

Annette, or whatever her name was, spoke and thought German perfectly, of course. Maybe talking to her in English would have been even more professional, but that, like most of the other strategies, was theory.

In the end she have talked to end the pain.

Isabelle took a deep drag.

The MIDWAY, the biggest Allied carrier, have been seen last at northern Africa’s Atlantic coast, securing the Anglo-American retreat.

What a daring plan to land at turbojet fighter on a carrier!

She knew all about such topics so her guests couldn’t trick her by telling nonsense. But her instinct assured her that the spying female knew and told the truth. And the Go was an excellent glider – indeed the first prototype hadn’t any engines – and landing a glider on a carrier was far less difficult.

She let blue smoke escape her slightly parted lips.

Later sessions would reveal more details.

The cold cellar wall was pleasant to the Aryan’s heated body.

Having relaxed a bit her eyes wandered over that she had left of the British bitch: a bleeding, broken, sliced, skinned, burned, cooked carcass.

Isabelle had known that the woman finally would talk. They all do.

With her lighter she tipped H?ller on the shoulder. He turned his face to her, still holding the receiver at his ear.

?Tell them...I want captives!?

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...to be continued

                                                                                     

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