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GINA
A story by Tomatin
My name is Gina. I'm 26 years old now. They say it helps to tell your story.They say it's necessary to clear out your mind. Well, I definitively need toput my life back together. So here's my story…
Not more then five years ago, life looked wonderful. I studied sociologyat the university. For the first time our country had a democratic electedgovernment that tried to make things better for everybody. My friends and Ibelieved in this government. We went to political meetings, discussed the futureand drank wine till dawn in the downtown bars. We were convinced to be on thepath to a better future.
One morning, tanks ripped our world apart. The army killed our president,banned the government and installed a junta. The first days after the fallof democracy several people were arrested. Fellow students who were activein the former presidents party or the union vanished one by one. Were theyarrested, did they join the guerrilla or escaped abroad, we didn't know. Wewere scared but seemed to be left alone.
Until one morning. Soldiers blocked the whole university campus. They stormedinto our classes and ordered everybody out. Teachers, students, even the janitorshad to climb into the waiting army trucks. They brought us to the footballstadium just outside town. The playfield was already packed with people aswe arrived. Some of them had spend the night in the stadium. Without any foodor drink. Soldiers systematically took one of us to the basement of the stadium.It was already night when it was my turn.
'You. Come' was the short message as two soldiers took me by the arms andled me from the field to the inside of the stadium.
A few friends shouted 'bye Gina' and 'see you later in the bar'. One wishedme luck.
The soldiers took me down some stairs and trough long corridors. One theway we passed several other soldiers leading people to similar rooms. I understoodthat every 'prisoner' was to be questioned. I was brought to a small room.An officer sat behind a desk writing something down. The soldiers pushed meinto the chair in front of the desk and installed themselves by the door. Theofficer did not even look up as he asked my name and address. He kept on writingas he asked my age and profession. He asked some more general questions beforehe looked up. He stared at me with cold eyes. A subtle smile appeared on hisface. 'Gate 6' he said to the soldiers.
They took me by the arms and led me back into the corridors. First I wasrelieved. I was sure that they were leading me out to let me go. For a momentI was quiet exited about sharing my experience with my friends. But insteadof setting me free, they brought me to the parking lot behind the stadium andtold me to get into a van. I began to realise that something went wrong. Ihesitated to get in and asked the soldiers where we were going. The only answerI received was 'shut up' as they pushed me roughly in the back of the van.
Four other girls were already sitting on the benches. I sat down in one ofboth empty places. Armed soldiers guarded the van. In fact, the whole parkinglot was packed with vans, trucks and soldiers. The whole sphere was threatening.There was no way I could escape. Soldiers went off and on bringing people tothe vans. Inside ours, nobody said a word. I tried to start a conversationbut a soldier brutally told me to keep my mouth shut.
Minutes later another girl was pushed into the van and the doors were closedand locked behind her, leaving us in total darkness. As we drove off, I askedif anybody knew where we were going. Although I whispered, the soldiers inthe front of the van must have heard something. A small window between thefront and our compartment was shoved open and a loud voice barked 'SHUT THEFUCK UP'. We all did as ordered and waited our faith with growing fear.
We drove for more than an hour. Then the van finally stopped. I hoped tosee where we were as we stepped out of the van but it was parked in a way thatwe only could see the entrance of a building as the rear doors opened. Thesix of us were pulled out of the van and pushed into a large room. Once inside,the soldiers closed the door behind us and left. The room looked like a classroom but then without the usual furniture. The windows were painted white sowe couldn't see through them. Opposite to the door in which we came in wasa similar door. There were already several people sitting on their knees, handson their head and facing the soldiers in front of us. For a moment we stoodstill not knowing what to do. Then one of the soldiers yelled to us to kneeldown in the same position as the others. Down on my knees it suddenly struckme that the only men in the room were the three soldiers. They were obviouslycommenting us. The women were all young and rather good looking. It was obviousthat every girl in here was scared. So was I.
It was by that time hours ago since we were arrested and although I did noteat or drink since, I felt a sudden urge to pee. As if I was back at school,I raised my hand and asked humbly to use the toilet. At first the soldiersdid not react although they must have noticed my demand. As I repeated my questiona bit louder, one of the soldiers looked down at me and nodded me to come.Obviously annoyed, he took my arm and led me out. Besides a corridor with severaldoors on each side there was nothing particular to see on our way to the bathroom.Once inside, he pointed to a toilet and grinned. To my confusion there wasno door to the toilet. Did I really had to pull down my pants and pee whilehe watched me? I hesitated but he commanded me to hurry up. I had no choiceso I pulled my pants down with one hand and used the other to hide my privateparts. After I was finished, he took me back to the room. Back on my knees,the soldier told something to his friends who turned their eyes on me and grinned.I blushed and bowed my head.
A few minutes later, two other soldiers entered the room. Without sayinga word, they took a girl by the arms and left again. About every quarter ofan hour, the same scenario repeated itself. None of the girls came back. AsI was sitting in the last of four rows, I counted that it would be my turnin about three hours. But it did not take so long before they pulled me upby the arms and took me to a smaller room further in the building. A middle-agedman invited me to sit down. With a friendly smile on his face he started toquestion me about my family and friends. He even offered me a cup of coffee.Then the conversation turned to politics. I answered very cautiously to hisquestions, trying not to reveal to much about my opinion. I still hoped tobe out here soon. Suddenly the tone of his voice changed. He sounded almostdisappointed as he said that I was not telling the truth. He told me he hadsolid information that my friends and I were involved in left wing groups.He proposed me to tell him everything about this movement and his members.After that, I could go home. I told him for truth that he got the wrong information.I really did not know anything about a political movement against the military.He sighed and nodded to the guards. They pulled me up again, forced my armsbehind my back and cuffed them before they pushed me out of the room.
They took me downstairs to what seemed to be the basement of the building.A mean looking man waited me up in a sort of entrance hall at the bottom ofthe stairs. The cuffs were removed. He ordered me to undress. The order cameas a blow in the stomach. Because I didn't react immediately to his order,he repeated that I had to take my clothes off. All of them, he specified. Ina haze, I slowly started to remove my shoes. Apparently I acted to slow. Henodded to the guards who brutally removed my shirt and pulled my jeans down.Automatically I held one arm before my breast trying to hide my crotch withthe other hand. Needless to say that this position did not hold them back toremove my bra and cuff my hands again behind my back. As they held me by thearms, I stood there wearing nothing but my panties.
"Don't be shy", the man in charge said. "We've seen enoughpussy in here". He kneeled down and slowly pulled my panties down leavingme totally naked. I never felt so ashamed and vulnerable in my whole life.After he had a good look at my body, he stood up again and ordered the guardsto take me to 'the waiting room'.
First I got blindfolded. As we passed the only door from the entrance hall,It felt as if we entered a different world. I could almost taste the chillatmosphere in here what made me shiver. I thought to hear muffled cries whatincreased my feeling of panic. One of the guards placed his hand on my bottomas we stepped through the corridors. They both held my arms in a firm gripso I could not escape his touch. Suddenly we stopped and I heard a door opening.
"Here's another one, chief" said one of the guards.
"Well, well, well what a fine piece you brought me this time" anew voice said.
We stepped into what felt like a rather large room with a cold, probablya tiled floor. I sensed the presence of other people in here although nobodyspoke or even moved. They pushed me further down the room until my head toucheda chain or something dangling from the ceiling. The metal collar at the endof the chain was fastened around my neck. With a firm slab at my butt, theguards went away. I carefully moved my head and feet. But the chain was tooshort to leave me much movement.
"Open your mouth" said the new voice apparently very close to me.
Frightened by the voice I did as told. A ball was pushed in my mouth andtied behind my head. I felt a hand touching my breast and tried to jump backwardsbut the chain kept me on the same spot.
"Shhht baby. Relax" said the voice. "Try to sleep. You'llneed all your strength tomorrow".
He moved away from me and I heard him touch other bodies, followed by muffledsounds. I understood that the other prisoners in the room were gagged as well.That explained the unnatural silence.
"Sleep well, my beauties" the voice said.
Seconds later I heard a door open and close again. Although I was reallytired, there was no way anyone could sleep in this position. Beside the collarthat cut my throat as I dropped my head, It freaked me out that anyone couldcome in and do whatever they wanted with me. I suddenly felt more desperatethen I was already and started to cry.
Hours later the sound of somebody entering the room woke me up from a blurrymood.
"Good morning ladies!" yelled the voice I recognized from the daybefore.
"Today is gonna be a special day for you ladies. Let's be sure you'reat your best, shall we" he laughed.
I heard him pick up some kind of tool. Then I recognized the sound of a strongshower followed by muffled cries. I immediately realised what was going onas the spurt of icecold water hit me in the stomach. The man laughed out ashe squirted the water onto our bodies. The coldness of the water and the powerof the firehose, or whatever tool he used, really hurted. Especially as heaimed particulary at my breasts and crotch. After long minutes the water wasturned of and the man left us 'to dry' as he said.
More then half an hour later, different men came in. I could tell they weremen by the heavy steps of boots. They took one or two of the girls and leftagain. Within minutes, they came back to take another girl. It did not takelong before they came for me. One of them held my arms as the other untiedthe collar. They did not say a word as they took me outside by the arms. Iwas very alert to pick up the cries I thought to hear when I first enteredthis area but I could only hear men talking in a normal voice. No crying, noshouting whatsoever. It calmed me down a bit. But still I was very afraid ofwhat was about to come.
Suddenly we stopped and one of my guards knocked on a door and opened it.The screams of a woman in pain hit me in the face. As the screams faded away,the woman kept sobbing 'no more, please no more, …'.
One of my guards said: 'Here's number 9, sir'.
A harsh voice answered 'Can't you see I'm busy here. Let Fatman warm herup'. In panic, I began to struggle in a desperate attempt to escape this hell.Off course the guards had no problem to drag me outside to a nearby room.
A conversation between two men stopped as we entered the room.
'Hey Fatman, the doctor wants you to warm this one up' said one of my guards.
'Damn, can I never enjoy my meal in this place…hang her over there'answered a new voice.
They uncuffed my wrists and immediately tied them back together in frontof me. The cuffs were attached to a rope or chain and pulled up, forcing myarms over my head. I heard the guards leaving and stood there shivering infear for what was about to come.
Minutes passed. I heard Fatman and the other eating their meals. Meanwhilethe two men discussed their favourite food as if I wasn't there. I began tohope that they would forget me but then one of them stood up. Without warning,he punched me hard in the stomach. I gasped for breath. The pain was terrible.But ever so shocking was the fact that they kept on talking smoothly as ifI wasn't there. A next blow hit me in the kidneys. Then another one in thestomach which made me vomit. By the fifth blow, I hung limply in the chains.No questions were asked. I could not answer them anyway as I was still gagged.Nobody even spoke to me. I was not more then an object they could kick around.My head was pulled up by the hair followed by a vicious slap in the face. Icould only cry and hope that this would be over soon.
I must have fainted. Suddenly I recognized the voice of one of the guardsagain although I did not hear them come in.
"Damn, Fatman, can't you ever keep it neat? Clean her up, will you.The doc wants her now'.
'Do it yourself' answered Fatman.
Somebody roughly wiped the vomit of my chest with a rag and released me fromthe chain. With my hands still tied in front of me, they took me back downthe corridor to another room. It was a painful walk after the beating I received.
Once inside the other room, I could smell a vague mixture of blood, urine,ammonia and sweat.
'Here's number 9, sir'.
'Tie her up over there' said the harsh voice I recognized from earlier today.
Instinctively I began to struggle but they simply pushed me onto what seemedto be a metal table. Quickly my hands were untied and fastened to rubber cuffsover my head. My legs were spread open and tied as well.
Somebody gently stroke my hair.
'I'm sorry I've kept you waiting. But I'm sure Fatman welcomed you properly'said the doctor in a sarcastic tone.
'Lift your head so I can remove your blindfold'.
I did as ordered but could not open my eyes immediately because my eyes weren'tused to the light anymore. As I opened my eyes seconds later, I looked straightin the face of a man in his fourties wearing a white lab coat. He smiled atme but his eyes were stone cold. I would never forget these eyes again.
I looked around the windowless room. The table on which I was lying stoodin the centre of the room. I recognized a generator with control panel anddifferent tubes, clips and other equipment. I immediately realised the purposeof this material and started to cry.
'Now, now girl. Don't be childish. I did not even start yet' said the doctor.
His hand moved slowly from my face to my chest. He took some time playingwith my breasts. Ashamed, I looked away.
'Quiet sensitive, aren't they' he smiled as he squeezed my nipples betweenhis fingers.
Then his hands moved down my belly to my cunt.
I shook my head and tried to close my legs but the ties kept them wide. Icould not scream neither while the gag still filled my mouth.
His fingers first squeezed my cuntlips. Then he gently moved a finger betweenthem. Words can not tell how humiliated I felt.
He withdraw his fingers suddenly and turned away from me. He took two spongesout of a bucket of water and clamped them around both my ankles using coppershackles. A thick wire from each shackle went to the electroshock machine.I stared at him with wide open eyes. I simply could not believe what was happeningto me.
The humming sound of the generator brought me back to reality. A knob wasswitched. My body arched upwards, shaking hard as my muscles spasmed.
After long seconds the doctor suddenly cut the power. With a loud bang, mybare bum slapped down hard on the table as my taut, straining muscles suddenlyslackened. He gave me no time to recover. The voltage was raised and the powerswitched on again. The noise was deafening. The shock machine emitted an evilhigh voltage hum. The metal table rattled like thunder as my body strainedagainst the straps, shaking uncontrollably. I shrieked insanely, the spittleflying from my lips. As he turned of the power again, I glistened with sweatbut felt cold like hell. Again the voltage was raised and the jolts hit mybody. My bare, sweating torso arched upwards again only to fall down againas the knob was switched again. Panting hard, I stared wide-eyed at the doctor,unable to speak through my gag. He only smiled at me as he turned up the voltagea bit. I don't know how long the torture went on. I can only remember wakingup in a dark and tiny cell.
I was still stark naked but no longer cuffed, blindfolded or gagged. It tooksome time before the pain left my body. Far worse than the pain was my mentalcondition. The fear of more pain kept me in a permanent state of shock. I wouldhave done anything to avoid a new torture session. The guards knew this anddid not hesitate to take advantage of this situation.
After a few days they let me take a shower and brought me to a room wherea bed was the only furniture. In this 'fun-room' they made it clear that Iwould be send directly to the doctor as I refused to cooperate. I nodded, laidmy hands on my head and spread my legs as ordered. Tears ran down my face asthey commented 'the hot new bitch' while squeezing my tits and groping my privateparts. I almost vomited as I was forced to swallow their cum after I had tosuck both their dicks. After this degrading session, I was brought back tomy cell again where they assured me that they would be back soon for more fun.
It must have been one day later as they came back for me. I almost hopedthat they were taking me back to the 'fun-room'. I began to panic as we clearlymarched further. As always when outside the cell I was cuffed and blindfoldedso I was not sure where we went. It was useless to resist them anyway. As weentered a room and the door closed after us, I almost fainted as I recognizedthe voice of the doctor.
'Lay her down over their'.
I struggled and begged to let me go but they simply tied me unto the metaltable in the same position as a few days ago. The blindfold was removed andI immediately recognized the horrible torture room. This time I wasn't gaggedso I pleaded on and on that I would do anything he wanted. The doctor onlysmiled at me as he prepared his material. I cried as he connected the alligatorclips to my nipples. The awful humming sound of the generator almost made mefaint.
'Let's warm you up a bit' the doctor said as he threw the switch.
The shock machine droned its evil, crackling tune. I screamed and my bare,sweating torso arched upwards as the first jolts hit my body.
My bulging breasts burned bright red. It felt like my tits were being cookedfrom the inside. They shook wildly as jolt after jolt was send to them.
My body collapsed to the table as the switch was turned again. Seconds latermy body lifted from the table again as even more current passed through mynipples. My voice rose an octave as I screamed even higher than before. Thoughtfully,the doctor turned up the voltage a bit. My bare body bucked even more furiouslyas I screamed out impossibly high notes of raw pain.
After an indecently long interval of hysterical shrieking, the doctor cutthe power. I collapsed like a marionette whose strings had been cut. Again,my sweating body slapped down hard on the table. I was desperate, my heavingtorso slick with sweat, my voice hoarse.
I tried to control my respiration to tell him whatever he wanted but he ignoredme completely. I saw him pick up a speculum. Spreading my cunt wide, I gaspedas he delved deep with long nosed
pliers and snapped an alligator clip onto my cervix. I was near hystericalas he withdrew the long nose pliers and removed the speculum. Meanwhile I managedto control my breath enough to speak:
'Please! Please! Please! Speak to me! I'll do anything! I'll say anything!Tell me what you want!'
Oblivious to my pleas, he continued to work between my legs. I squealed likea boiled pig as his strong fingers peeled back the flesh, exposing the mostsensitive nubbin of flesh on my body and pinned an electrode to my clit. Hescrewed a small corkscrew electrode up my pisshole and a larger one up my rectum.He wired it all up and threw the switches. The electroshock machine
hummed wickedly, harsh and cruel.
My sweat-slick nude form arched up and vibrated in unbelievable agony. Mywhole naked body, jerking and heaving furiously, flushed a deep, deep red.My hips humped like a jackhammer. Underneath myself , the metal table shooksavagely. I screamed until the snot ran. My blood pressure skyrocketed. Mixingwith the snot, my blood ran in twin rivulets, like two thick red worms, frommy flared nostrils. My tits shook. My buttocks dimpled as my buns clenchedto incredible tightness around the anal electrode.
I was not longer conscious as the doctor finally cut the power. I woke upin my cell in utter agony.
It took days before I recovered a bit from this session. The guards leftme alone for quiet a while. When they assumed I recuperated enough, the tripsto the fun-room started again.
It became clear that most of the guards took advantage of the prisoners.As a new one, I was often 'chosen'. Most of the guards only fucked me or forcedme to suck them. Others were more perverse. The Fatman liked to fuck me inthe ass what really hurted. The Nose (he did not steal his name) liked to spankour bottoms. Sometimes the guards organised 'orgies' with two or more prisoners.At these 'parties' I saw some of my colleague-students. Jutta, the Swedishexchange-student who was arrested the same day as I, was a very regular visitorof the fun-room. She was not only a very beautiful girl. Her blond hair wasrather rare in our region.
It was Jutta who was once severely punished for refusing to eat another girlspussy. The guards installed 'the throne' in the center of the fun-room. 'Thethrone' was not more than a heavy wooden barstool with a large dildo placedon it. After lubricating the dildo generously, three guards forced Jutta uponit and tied her hands strappado-like behind her back. Then her ankles werelifted and tied to rings attached to the bottom of the seat so she could notuse them to push herself up. Gravity did the rest. Jutta was left for hourson the throne, crying and sobbing as a child. She was merely able to walk asshe was lifted off the throne and taken back to her cell.
Days, maybe weeks after the second torture session, I was brought back tothe torture room. As soon as I realised where they took me, I shouted to letme go and began to struggle. The only result was a painful blow in the kidneyswhich made me gasp and keep my mouth. Once inside the room (I recognized thesmell), I was pushed into a chair. Instead of the doctors harsh voice I expected,a rather friendly voice asked how I felt. It was the man who interrogated methe first day. I felt relieved. I thought for a moment they found out theywere wrong about me and I was about to be free again.
He asked me if I had anything to say. I rattled that I had nothing to dowith politics, that I must have been mixed up with another girl, that I wouldsay nothing about what happened to me here if they let me go…
The officer only sighed and left the room.
As they removed my blindfold, I saw the doctor smiling at me. He nodded atthe two soldiers who made me sit with my knees pulled up to my chest. My wristswere tied together in front of my knees with a leather thong. A metal bar waspassed under my knees and over my arms. The soldiers grabbed the ends of thebar and hoisted me into the air. The ends of the bar were slipped into deepslots atop two thick poles set in the concrete floor. I dangled by my kneesfrom the bar, upside down, stark naked and totally helpless. I know now thatthis position is called 'the parrot's perch' and that it's quiet popular intorture rooms around the world.
The doctor groped and fondled me intimately. I repeated again and again thatI knew nothing but he ignored me totally. He twisted and pinched each of mynipples until they were bruised and swollen. Then he picked up two heavy dutyalligator-clip electrodes and clamped them to them, squeezing hard to makesure that the tiny teeth bit in deep. Then he pulled a thick stainless steelrod out of a bucket of ice water and attached a wire from the electroshockapparatus to one end. Then he used one hand to open my cuntlips and slowly,painfully, inch-by-inch began insinuating the rod into my cunt. I shriekedand begged as he worked it in, brutally twisting and turning the ice-cold rod.When it had been inserted as far as possible, he pulled it out and pumped itin again 'to give me that well-reamed out feeling' he laughed. The doctor adjustedthe dials of his generator to set the voltage, duration and wave pattern ofthe shocks. My body was already glistening with sweat as the first shocks hitmy body. The doctor grinned and gave me a series of short, sharp excruciatingjolts, ripping scream after scream from my bucking body.
As I was about to faint, he cut of the power leaving me dangling on the bar.Only to switch on the power again minutes later. In my opinion the treatmentwent on for hours. In fact, I do not know how long I was tortured.
Finally the officer came back asking me about friends, political activitiesand so on. I gave them as much names as they wanted even though it meant thatinnocent people were going to receive the same treatment as I had. At thatmoment, I just did not care. Now, it drives me crazy.
I spend more than three months in that awful place. I forgot how many timesI was raped. My cunt still hurts from my turn on 'the throne'. Why they mademe take a ride on that awful chair, I don't recall. Perhaps they just likedto hurt and humiliate women. After a while they lost interest in me. I assumebecause 'fresh meat' was available. And the rapes and tortures made me tooweak to 'enjoy' their games.
Totally unexpected they released me. Without saying a word I was pulled outof my cell and pushed into the back of a car. As the car stopped after a longdrive, someone hissed 'you're finished, bitch' as he pushed me out. They draggedme into a forest and ordered me to kneel down. They uncuffed me but orderedme not to touch the blindfold. At that point I was certain that they were goingto shoot me. I cried and begged as a child to leave me alive. It took minutesbefore I realised that they were gone.
I was lucky to be picked up by friendly people who gave me food and clothesand brought me back to my family. Not much longer, I left the country. Now,I try to rebuild a new life here.
Off course I shall never forget what happened to me in my country. Neitherwill I forget the face of the doctor and his sarcastic motto he whispered inmy ear the last time I saw him:
"The precise pain, in the precise place, in the precise amount, forthe desired effect"
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