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The Mandolin and the Magneto

It was such a simple thing, just a four-foot length of piano wire with aloop at one end and a hook at the other. For the nineteen-year-old black girlthey had captured that morning, this simple device was about to take her tohell.

She'd been brought to the interrogation hut on the edge of the police compoundat noon. Stripped naked, her ebony skin gleaming with sweat, she now stoodastride, the muscles in her long, beautiful legs trembling and quivering withthe strain of her position after nearly an hour's cruel bondage. Four thincords held her quite securely.

The cords round each ankle were tied to ringbolts in the concrete floor;carefully spaced bolts that forced her to stand with her elegant legs spreadachingly wide apart. The other two cords had been knotted round her wristsbefore the free ends were tied round the hut's supporting beams on either side.The men had taken their time with tightening the cords… increasing thetension inch by inch until her arms were stretched into a gleaming crucifixof polished flesh.

They had tied her in position very carefully, making sure that she stoodcentrally between the two thick, waist high wooden posts… facing theone with the groove in the top, her back to the one with the nail.

When the men were finished… it had been the woman's turn

The weights looked homemade, just crude teardrops of lead with a long copperwire sticking from the tapered end, but that didn't stop them being horriblyeffective. She had shown them to the girl first, explaining with sadistic carewhat she was going to do to her, and how much it would hurt… Then herfingers had rolled and rubbed the long rubbery tips of the girl's proudly juttingbreasts.

Although the woman was in uniform, an olive green skirt and military styleshirt, the girl became convinced she was naked underneath. The top three shirtbuttons were undone and the woman's excitement was obvious as she worked onthe girl's breasts. The deep 'V' of her cleavage was moist and flushed andthe tips of her own large breasts showed against the material like hard spikes.

Breathing heavily with rising sexual excitement, the woman took time to bringeach peak to aching stiffness. Finally, she started winding the soft, copperwire round the whole length of the girl's aroused left nipple, each turn bindingthe delicate flesh tighter and tighter in an agonising and unrelenting grip.When she had finished, only the very tip peeped between the copper coils, atip that was already swollen, taut and shiny with the throbbing pressure.

'Now let's see how firm you really are…' The woman giggled, lettingthe roughly cast teardrop dangle freely, swinging like some obscene fruit fromthe wire-bound tip of the girl's breast.

' Nnnnnnoooooooo!'

'Oh yes, yes… now, just let me do the other one for you…' Againthe rolling, milking stimulation, the girl's look of horror as she watchedher body betraying her to her torturer's caresses. She took a deep breath,trying to ride the hard, pinching agony of the wire being wound tightly roundand round the long, tender length of her right nipple. The woman watched thegirl as she worked, studying her victim and waiting for that tiny breath ofrelief as the girl found a way to ride the pulsing agony in her tits. Thatwas the moment that she opened her hand… letting the second weight swingfree.

'Mfff, uh, uh pleeeassse! T-t-take them off,please! '

The girl's cries rang out again as the woman playfully tapped the weights,setting them dancing to and fro, bouncing and jiggling on the end of each tenderglobe. But, delightful as the girl's agony was, she and the men had their orders…Onelast caress and they left her alone… to struggle against her bonds andthe constant, throbbing ache of her wire bound nipples; leaving her so thather imagination would build up her terror of what was soon to come. She triedto stand still but to no avail… with every tiny movement, the weightsswung and pinched unbearably…

In her agony the girl thought back bitterly to her capture that morning.It was all her own fault. She should have run when the soldiers had brokenup the meeting. By the time she'd realised it was an Internal Security raid… itwas much, much too late.

That was the moment M'bebe Metebe knew her nightmare was coming true. Beingcaptured and tortured was a risk she'd tried not to think about for the lasteighteen months. But somewhere, deep in one of the Internal Security Bureau'scellars the pain had been too much for someone… and her name had beenmentioned…

Like the rest of the Movement, she'd heard the stories of what they did toextract information from opponents of the Regime. On women prisoners, especiallythe pretty ones, the favourites were the magneto, the gas lighter… andthe 'mandolin'. She already knew, from the way they'd tied her, that they weregoing to make her 'play the mandolin' very soon now.

There was a draft of air as the door opened and closed. M'bebe shivered inher bonds, trying to stifle her grunts of pain as the weights moved too, twistingand pulling at the tips of her breasts like cruel fingers. She looked up asshe heard someone saying her name, very softly.

The man standing in front of her was middle aged, smartly dressed in a lightcoloured suit, the eyes deep set, black and unblinking in a hard, mercilessface. As he studied the girl's beautiful body, and the way her bonds had forcedher toned muscles into sharp relief, a hint of cruel pleasure showed on histhin, bloodless lips.

M'bebe looked down from the eager anticipation in those lizard-like eyes,staring transfixed at the shiny, coiled wire in the man's hands, trying uselesslyto build up her courage as she shivered harder under the pitiless gaze. 'Ihope those weights have helped your concentration, Miss Mutabe. Mafume… helpthe lesson along a little would you…' He studied the girl's reactionsas the woman, smiled wickedly, tapped each of the dangling weights in turn,making them swing wildly so that the gleaming black cones stretched and flexed.As they moved so they twirled lazily in the air, twisting the girl's nipplesto and fro with fresh stabs of agony and making the drum taut purple tips bulgeout even more from the copper coils.

'No! No don't, don't m-move them, they're h-h-hurting me so much!'

The man, the woman and a heavily built guard avidly watched the young blackgirl's sudden wriggling dance of pain, a dance that only added to her tormentas her movements set the heavy glistening globes bouncing madly, the swollen,wire-bound tips jutting out like little pegs. For M'bebe there was a dreadful,pulsing agony in her breasts… She felt as though the wildly sensitivetips themselves were going to explode.

'Miss Metebe… I am Inspector Lubala.' The woman quickly steadied theweights so the girl could concentrate on the Inspector's words. 'You are thinkingthat you will stay silent, that we cannot make you talk.Believe me… you will be begging to tell me everything and anything beforelong…' He held up the wire, letting it uncoil completely so one endclicked against the concrete floor. 'This comes next. ' He showed her the smallring carefully bound and soldered into one end, 'the corporal here will putthis end over the nail in the top of that post behind and then…' hepaused, the cruel smile widening as he watched the girl's sudden frantic panting.'Ah, I see you've heard about our little toy and what we are about to do toyou… Don't worry, it's going to be much, much worse that any of thestories, believe me…'

M'bebe heard a thin metallic clatter as the guard hooked the loop over thespike. The woman the inspector had called Mafume knelt between her straddledthighs, her fingers fondling the soft, pink inner folds as she eased the shinysilver wire into the crease of her buttocks before delicately parting the girl'slabia so it was nestling right up into her cunt. She took exquisite care toensure the thin polished strand ran directly over the fleshy hood and prominentnub of M'bebe's clitoris.

'My men nickname this treatment 'playing the mandolin'. Please don't be fooledby its simplicity… in a moment or so it will feel as though someoneis cutting you in half with hot knife.' The Inspector smiled without a traceof humour, 'after that… I'm afraid it just gets worse. We'll start witha kilo whilst I ask you about somebody we're anxious to trace… of course,if it gets too much… you only have to tell me what I want to know…'

M'bebe craned her head forward, watching every movement as she felt the firstburning pressure as the wire was lifted into the groove carved in the top ofthe post two feet in front of her pinioned body. 'A kilo weight please, Corporal.'

Oh God! Why had she not noticed the battered wooden table in thecorner with the field telephone, the electric flex, the butane lighters,the pliers and needles and other things scattered on it! Shewatched the soldier rummaging through a pile of battered metal weightsShe bit her lip, her breath racing as panic filled her body. The one hefinally picked up looked horribly heav y … what was itthe Inspector had said? '…We'll start with a kilo!'

'Take a deep breath… you'll need it!' The woman hooked the weighton, letting it dangle against the post. 'There, come on, up you go…'she teased as M'bebe grunted with the first, cutting pull of the wire alongher slit. Automatically, just as the woman had known she would, the quiveringnineteen-year-old girl tried to ease the sudden pain by lifting herself ontiptoe as the weight pulled the wire taut.

Only when she was teetering at full stretch, thigh and calf muscles alreadystarting to burn with the strain, did M'bebe understand her mistake. Standingup on tiptoe had allowed the weight to slide down easily that extra few inchesbut when she tried to lower herself down again, it was impossible! The painlanced through her like a blade.

Not only that but the trembling of her muscles set the other two weightsswaying and turning, adding to the thudding agony in her breasts as she rodethe torturing wire.

Inspector Lubala studied the trembling outstretched girl with real pleasure.With M'bebe Mutabe on full, agonising tiptoe he could relish the rigid tensionin her superb figure as she fought the slicing agony of the fine silver wireshe now stood astride. Unlike the infamous 'wooden horse' or similar torturedevices, with the wire there was nothing to grip, nothing for the victim toclench her muscles against for even a moment of relief.

Doesn't stop them trying, the Inspector thought, notingthe bar taut ridges of the girl's stomach muscles and the quivering tensionin her tightly clenched buttocks… give her a few minutes.Then take the weights off her tits and see how she dances when we tickle herwith the magneto… They'll be nicely swollen and tender by then…

He rested one finger on the dangling weight, pressing down so the girl staredat him, her pleading eyes bulging with the strain in her legs and the agonyof the wire cutting slowly up her cunt…'

'Ah, ah noooooo, please, please take it off, pleeeease! I've done nothing,nothing at all, please…!'

'…All this fuss after just a few minutes'

'Oh God, please… just take it off, please take it off…'

'I need to know something first…' Again the finger tapped the weight,bringing a series of frantic grunts from the girl. She threshed her head andshoulders from side to side in a sudden paroxysm, drops of sweat flicking acrossthe dusty concrete, the copper-clad tips of her breasts jittering and jogglingdelightfully as the heavy cones and their cruel, dangling weights again bouncedand slapped wildly against her chest.

He waited. 'Listen… listen my dear… I want to know where ImeziBewanyo is hiding, … that's all. Now, is this tight enough… orshould the Corporal fetch another kilo?' The smile was quite satanic as hegazed at the girl's pain-wracked face. 'Or should I just let it swing a littlelike the other two…' He jogged the weight sideways so it bumped againstthe post…

'Iiiiiiiiiyyyyaaarrgghhh!'

'Not the answer I wanted but… I'll be kind and let you try again… whereis Imezi Bewanyo?'

'I d-don't know w-who you m-m-mean…' the girl sobbed in anguish, herstraining leg muscles vibrating with the onset of cramp. The man smiled ather and took an ordinary pencil from his jacket pocket. He held it by the sharpenedend between thumb and forefinger then gently tapped it against the taut wireangling up from her slit to the top of the post.

'Nuh, nuh, nuh, n-no, nooooooo p-please d-d-don't…'

'Some of my other guests have told me it's like a little electric shock… somethingto do with the vibration I suppose.' He might have been commenting on the weatherbut the pencil continued tapping its dreadful rhythm of agony, doubling theeffect of the wire as M'bebe wriggled helplessly. He only stopped as he sawthe first smear of red at the very top of the girl's slit… In her agonyM'bebe hadn't realised she was moving against the wire, allowing it to cutlike a cheese slicer into the tender crease at the top of her cunt. He flickedhis fingers at the woman and she lifted the weight, allowing M'bebe to sinkback fully onto her feet.

'Just a little pause… now just think what it's going to be like whenMafume lets that weight go again… or have you remembered what I wantto know?'

'I don't know him, really I don't. Why are you doing thi…? Yeeeeiiiiiiiiiiii!'

M'bebe's words became a single inhuman scream as the woman let the weightdrop again. The girl surged up on her toes once more, every muscle rigid withstrain as the wire tortured her cunt, slicing back into the stinging raw fleshat the top of her slit. Just as before the cruel nipple weights added to heragony as they pulled and twisted diabolically the peaks of her tortured breasts.

'I'm doing it because you lied… last month's demonstration remember?The pictures of you and Imezi Bewanyo are very clear, very clear indeed… So,where is he?' The pencil moved again, bouncing on the taut, shiny wire.

Tap… tap-tap… tap-tap… tap-tap...

'Nuh, Nooooooo! D-d-d-don't know, uh, uh, uh, nuh! Please Sir, d-don'td-d-d-do t-t-t-t-t-that… I DON'T KNOW!'

Mafume quickly lifted the weight as the nineteen-year-old slumped againsther bonds. The Inspector threw the pencil on the floor in disgust.

'Corporal, get your shock box over here, we'll tickle her for a bit see ifthat will make her more talkative…' He paused, watching the franticheaving of the girl's chest. 'I suppose she could be telling the truth… But,get those weights off her tits first. Warm her up a bit, Mafume help her feelthe joys of returning circulation for a moment…'

M'bebe jerked back to consciousness, automatically arching her back and risingon tiptoe to ride the wire as the woman began to unwind the copper wires fromher nipples. She only realised that this was a new element in her torture asthe tender stubs began to burn and throb with pain. The Inspector watched calmlyas the girl's unfettered breasts jiggled and bounced delightfully. The longblack nipples were already thick and shiny, swollen and ultra-sensitive fromthe constriction of the copper wires.

Mafume let M'bebe feel the full effects for a few moments then gently cuppedthe girl's right breast, holding it up and then leaning forwards to suck thelong, black nipple before rolling it to and fro between her fingers. Deliberatelyworking the already swollen, tender flesh, she brought fresh whimpers of anguishfrom the girl tried as the tender tip was teased and tortured unbearably.

' S-s-s-s-sore. That's s-s-sore, no. Please no oh, ooooh d-don'tih, ih… Iiiiiiiiih!'

The pleas became a single piercing scream as the girl saw the alligator clipwith its trailing red wire in the woman's other hand Desperately trying notto move on the dreadful cutting wire, she stared down at her body with bulgingeyes as the heavy copper jaws were positioned over the taut skin of the swollenpurplish stub. Then Mafume relaxed her grip and the sharp triangular teethbit down into her flesh, clamping the length of her nipple in an excruciatingvice of pain. M'bebe Mutabe's head threshed from side to side, the clip bouncingand jiggling on the peak of her breast like some obscene decoration whilstthe thin electrical wire moved and swayed at the girl's frantic struggles.

'One more to go, let's have this one nice and stiff too, shall we?' Mafumelifted M'bebe's right breast, cupping the soft weight as she used her lipsand tongue to bring the long finger-like stub to full arousal as well. 'That'sbetter… now for the rest of your jewellery…'

' Iiiiiiiiiiiyyyyyyyaaaahhh!'

Another scream was ripped from the girl's throat as the second clip bit intoflesh already agonisingly tender from the treatment with the weights and copperwire. The three inquisitors watched impassively as the strutted girl slowlycalmed down, gathered her strength and adjusted to the new thudding agony inher breasts.

'Now I have your attention again… I still need an answer. Where canI find Imezi Bewanyo?' Inspector Lubala studied the glistening figure astridethat diabolical silver thread, legs and arms held out spread by the cruel cords.'Oh dear… perhaps you thought that the worst was over… I regretto say that it's going to get worse, much worse… for you that is…'He waited as the girl continued to mumble and pant in her agony. 'So silly,so foolish, very well, let us try stimulating your nipples with a little shocktreatment…'

M'bebe hadn't really noticed the corporal kneeling to one side by the canvascovered box. 'Watch the handle Miss Mutabe, watch it carefully…'

She stared as the kneeling soldier turned the handle slowly and carefully.The quivering nineteen-year-old suddenly snorted, head jerking back at theburning tingling sensation prickling through the sore, tender peaks of herbreasts. The soldier grinned; he'd been waiting patiently for those familiarinitial signs of the agony to come… the sharp intake of breath and thefirst bucking spasm. Immediately M'bebe's head went back he spun the handlerapidly for half a dozen turns.

The gleaming ebony figure arched forwards in spasm, breasts bouncing andslapping together, muscles locked like iron as the appalling shock fizzed throughher nipples. For two heartbeats she was posed in a quivering rictus of painwith her mouth gaping in a stretched 'O' of agony… then a high, animal-likesqueal of outrage echoed round the hut.

' Yeeeeeeeeaaarrrrrggghhhh! '

'Oh very good, very good indeed… but I suggest you try not to movetoo much… that wire can injure you so easily…'

'Arrrrrrgggghhhh! No, noooooo, I c-c-can't, p-p-p-please t-thew-w-wire it's cutting me in half, p-please… '

The Inspector delicately parted the girl's labia, making her scream againas he fingered her slit. 'Yes, I think you're right but I still need answersso we must go on…' The Inspector pointed one finger at the corporalsquatting by the canvas covered box and twirled it in an unmistakable signal.

The whirr of the magneto sounded again and once more the nineteen-year-oldcoloured girl arched back, squealing in despair and agony as her tits burnedand the wire carved millimetre by millimetre into the tenderest meat of hercunt.

Six more times the whine of the magneto filled the air, and six more timesM'bebe Mutabe played on the mandolin of torture as she bucked and surged againstthe fizzing kiss of the current scorching her nipples. The last time the corporalwound the handle even harder, forcing the girl's inhuman squeals even higheruntil she fainted, hanging unconscious from the cords as a thin smear of bloodagain showed at the top of her slit where the wire was buried in her flesh.

'Unhook her and give her a shot. Take a break and change the connections,then we'll see if she prefers the current to the wire…'

Ten minutes later, M'bebe Mutabe was conscious and shivering with the effectof fear and the stimulant injection she'd been given. Her ebony black skingleamed and glistened with sweat; muscles twitching and writhing as she triedto ease the cramps in her widely-straddled legs and the constant burning agonyin her outstretched shoulders.

The toothed copper electrodes had been unclipped from the shiny, swollenpeaks of her breasts and the dreadful, slicing wire removed from between herlegs leaving M'bebe Mutabe to suffer the thudding torment of returning circulationin her nipples and a pulsing agony in her cunt. Despite her pain and exhaustion,the girl knew they were deliberately allowing her this respite, making surethat the torture points of her body were even more sensitive and tender forthe next session…

'Ah, aaaaaah, p-p-please…n-nooo!'

The girl's gasping plea was forced from her as the Inspector gently caressedthe hot, taut peak of her left breast. 'Oh yes my dear, nice and tender. ButI think we'll let them swell a little more… just think what it's goingto be like when we clip you up again…' His fingers suddenly pinchedthe bruised and scorched nipple and the girl bucked wildly

'Iiiiiieeeeaaarrrggghhh!'

'I still need an answer, my dear… where can I find Imezi Bewanyo?'

'T-t-told you, d-d-don't know where he is now… P-p-p-please you mustbelieve me, oh please, pleeeassse!'

'The trouble is I don't, my dear girl… I think you know exactly wherehe is…' His voice became suddenly quieter and sharper as he half turnedaway from the shivering girl. 'Mafume, we're going to need a bulb and the persuader.Miss Mutabe has decided to be stubborn.' He caressed the slick muscular ridgesof the outstretched girl's belly, his fingers deliberately stroking acrossthe prominent swell of her mound. M'bebe shuddered, trying to twist away asfar as the cords would allow. 'So, now we must stimulate your memory elsewhere…'The fingers tickled the wet under curve of her breasts, 'and please don't imaginethat I have finished with these… you've no idea how much more painfulit will be when we put the clips back on those teats a little later on…'

'Now…' he murmured, holding up two objects. The first looked to M'bebejust like a giant child's dummy… but a dummy made of polished shinymetal. The bulbous end was the size of a plum, narrowing down to a neck setin a black plastic collar. She caught her breath in horror as she saw the electricflex snaking from the base of the handgrip attached to the collar. The inspectorsmiled as he heard the girl's reaction...

'Yes, my dear… this one goes up inside. Now this one….' Heheld up another electrode. This time the handle was longer, designed to allowsomeone to hold it comfortably, but it was the sight of the slim, curved probethat brought more babbling pleas from the tethered girl. Only the thicknessof a pencil it was about nine inches long and curved in a gentle arc endingin a smoothly rounded tip.

The Inspector brought the horrible device, the one he'd called his 'persuader',up between M'bebe's spread thighs and carefully stroked it along the junctionof her labia.

'Huh… ffffh! Nuh… nuh… f-fuck'

Her interrogators exchanged smiles, watching the involuntary thrusting movementsof the girl's hips as the Inspector slipped the curved finger-like electrodebetween her labia, teasing the delicate membranes of her cunt and moisteningthe polished metal probe ready for the torture to begin. After playing withthe girl for a few more moments the Inspector removed the glistening metalshaft and handed both electrodes to Mafume.

'Try bulb up her bottom to start with… that'll give you more roomto use the persuader up inside before you tickle her clit…' The womangrinned in excitement and put the persuader down so she could fondle the trimmuscular curves of M'bebe's bottom.

' Don't you fucking dare…! ' the girl's fingersclenched, nails digging into her palms as she felt the woman probing into thehot, wet cleft of her buttocks. She squirmed even more as Mafume's fingertipfound the sensitive little rosette of her anus. 'Umph, you bitch!Ah aaaaaah nuh… d-d-don't p-push, not up t-there…' Thewoman giggled softly at the girl's words as her finger slipped into the hot,moist opening, twirling and twisting slowly and gently in a tormenting stimulation.

Mafume pushed the bulbous electrode against the girl's lips. 'Better getthis nice and wet for me…' her finger twisted deliberately inside thegirl's rectum so that M'bebe's mouth opened in a gasp of shock at the sensation.The polished silvery plum popped into the girl's mouth gagging her so thatthe gasp became a muffled gobbling noise as her tongue slurped over the surfacein an attempt to dislodge the metal bulb.

'Oh yes, that's right… really wet and slippery…' the womancrooned, turning the electrode to and fro in time with her slow tickling masturbationdeep inside the girl's anal passage. 'Now let's see how this feels…'she eased the bulb from M'bebe's mouth as she pulled her finger from the girl'srectum. M'bebe's eyes suddenly widened, her mouth opening in soundless protestas she felt the slippery wet top of the bulbous electrode against the ringof her anus. Mafume giggled again as she slowly and expertly twisted and pressedthe smoothly curved head deeper and deeper…'

'Huuuuh! Nuh, nuh… Iiiiiyyyyyh!'

M'bebe squealed in sudden shock as the plum sized head of the electrode poppedthrough her anal ring. Her own muscular spasms drew the shiny metal bulb deeperinto her body as her anus clenched tightly round the narrow neck, clampingthe plastic ring tightly into the soft crease of her body.

'Miss Mutabe…' the inspector's voice was quiet and pitiless. 'Whatis about to be done to you is worse than anything that you have felt so far.Just remember as you scream and plead for us to stop… we can go on fordays. Just a break to allow you to regain your strength and then Mafume andthe corporal will begin again. Just imagine riding the mandolin again withtwice the weight… or how those dreadfully sore nipples will feel whenMafume wraps the wire around them for the second time.' He let a cruel smileplay across his face, '…and all for the want of a few words, a simpleaddress….'

The silence lengthened as the inspector studied the girl's outstretched figure,heavy pointed breasts rising and falling rapidly with her shallow panting breaths,the obscene tail of electrical flex dangling from between her tightly clenchedbuttocks and snaking across the floor to the canvas covered box with the brassterminals and the little handle protruding from one side.

'Mafume… this little bitch is playing games with us I fear… takeher to the maximum… inside first then you can work on her clit…'

'Oh yes, Sir… with pleasure.' Her fingers parted the lips of M'bebe'scunt as she carefully inserted the curved shaft into the opening of the girl'svagina. 'Medium speed, Corporal, keep it nice and steady for me. Now girlie,are you watching the handle…?'

As the magneto began to whirr so Mafume gently moved the curved metal fingerof the inspector's 'persuader' deep inside the girl's body, stroking the curvedtip against the walls of her vagina and then deeper and deeper until the awful,fizzing agony of the electric current was surging through the mouth of hercervix, The girl convulsed wildly, every muscle rigid as the agony tore throughher body. At first he mouth was wide in a silent scream and then a bubbling,animal cry echoed round the torture room.

' Yeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiihhhh!'

The two of them kept her at that peak of pain for nearly a minute beforethe corporal stopped and the girl slumped against the cords her chest heavingas she drew vast shuddering breaths, trying to control her trembling limbs.

'Again…'

This time the effect was even more dramatic as Mafume stroked the electrodeover the nerve cluster on the front wall of M'bebe's vagina

'Yeeeeeeeeaaarrrrrggghhhh! '

'And again, I think Mafume…'

The soft whirr of the magneto, more urgent now, filled the silence and thegirl arched back once more as the current smashed up into her body, the blazingfire of the shocks fizzing between the devilishly searching probe and the otherelectrode buried in the delicate, sensitive tissues of her rectum. This timetook her beyond the limit and M'bebe Mutabe gabbled the information that theinspector wanted. Unable to make out the words among the3 screams he snappedhis finger at the corporal and Mafume quickly slid the persuader from the girl'sbody.

'S-station… aaarrrrgggghhhh! S—s-s-s-staying n-nearthe station, Temaki Street… t-t-the shop w-with the b-b-b-blue w-w-windows…'

'The number, what's the number, or the name of the shop? Or do want Mafumeto go on…?'

'No, oh no, no, no! Amuwezi, A-A-Amuwezi S-Stores… H-he u-uses theb-back room… please, please, no more, p-please…'

The Inspector walked across to a desk by the wall and dialled two numbers.'I need a car and an armed squad immediately… Temaki Street… no,by the station… you've got five minutes… I'll meet you by thegate…'

The inspector walked softly back to where the sweat-soaked figure of thenineteen year old hung tethered between the torture posts. 'Mafume, whilstI'm out see what else Miss Mutabe has to tell us. Try stroking her clit thistime would you…'

The girl's squeal of outrage and despair echoed round the room as she feltMafume delicately burrowed the rounded metal end beneath the fleshy hood untilthe very tip of the electrode touched the nub of her clitoris.

'YOU FUCKING BASTARD! You can't, you can't do this… You promised… I'vetold you what you wanted, you can't, you promised, yo…'

Whatever else M'bebe Mutabe was trying to say was lost in the piercing screamof agony as the corporal spun the magneto and the electric current scorchedand fizzled through the most sensitive point of the girl's body.

'ARRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHH…!'

The Inspector watched calmly as the girl arched back, screaming piteouslyin the grip of the current, He smiled as he heard the tinkle of liquid as thepain finally made her lose control of he bladder. 'I said I wanted the address… Inever said we would stop when I got it… after all, you may have otherfriends I need to talk to.'

He turned to his two torturers. 'See what else you can get then put her backin the cells. We'll talk to her again tomorrow…'

As he left the hut, Inspector Lubala heard the softly rising hum of the magnetostarting once again…

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