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The door to the interrogation room snapped open and a woman, a dark sack overher head and her hands manacled behind her back, was thrust inside. The twoguards, each holding one of her arms, led her over to a metal chair and forcedher to sit.
"Remove the blinder," a man growled. A guard whipped the sack offthe prisoner's head, revealing an attractive young woman with straight blackhair, tanned skin, and dark eyes.
The woman blinked, trying to get her eyes to adjust to the stark white lightshining in her face. A lamp sat on a desk in front of her. She could just barelymake out the profile of the man that sat behind that desk.
"Welcome to Interrogation Room Number Four. I am Colonel Marcos andyou are Maria Alonzo, 23 years old, single, a waitress, and in a lot of trouble.I know that you are a member of the People's Liberation Front and are involvedin crimes against the government. You are here to explain to me exactly whatactivities your organization is planning and who else is involved. I want namesand I want places and I want times!"
The woman looked at him and snorted. "You can't hold me! I want to speakto my lawyer!"
The Colonel smiled. "Unfortunately for you, you are on a military base.Under the current military regulations I can deny you access to a lawyer andI can detain you for as long as I wish. You have been deemed to be a militarycombatant in a war against terrorism, and as such I can hold you for as longas it takes for me to get the answers I need. Do you understand?"
The woman drew in her breath, frustrated and angry at the position she suddenlyfound herself in. She had been picked up and arrested only moments before andshe still wore her street clothes; blue jeans, tennis shoes, and cropped t-shirtwith capped sleeves. And handcuffs that kept her wrists tightly restrainedbehind her, chaffing and irritating her skin. "I'm innocent! I don't knowwhat you're talking about! I know nothing about this terrorist group."
"Oh, I think you do. And I think you are going to tell us everythingyou know about it."
The man rose from his chair and lifted a small remote control device fromthe desk. He strode over to the helpless girl and slapped her face. She recoiledfrom the blow and it took both guards to keep her from falling off the chair.She struggled to get to her feet but the guards were too strong and pinnedher to the chair. Hurt, the woman angrily turned to face the man, her skinstinging from the blow.
"You are going to tell us everything."
The woman drew in her breath again and spat in the man's face.
"That was not a very smart thing to do. Let me show you what we do tobad little girls who try to keep secrets."
The man turned to the wall behind his desk. A curtain ran the full widthof the wall, concealing a plate glass window that covered almost the entireback wall. Maria had assumed that it covered an outside window, but as thecurtain parted and slid to the sides, she could see that there was a dimlylit room behind the glass.
The Colonel pressed another button and a lone spotlight shone down onto alarge metal-topped table. A woman dressed in an orange prison smock lay onthe table, her eyes closed, her breathing slow, her body relaxed. The smockwas similar to a hospital gown but was open at the sides with ties at the shouldersand hips. The hem was cut high, just enough to cover the woman's sex. It wasnot designed for modesty. Then Maria noticed the cuffs holding the woman'swrists and ankles to the corners of the table, her arms and legs spread wideapart.
The woman's long, curly brown hair was splayed on the table in a semi-circlearound her head. She was slender, with a fine nose and defiant chin. Her olivecomplexion seemed even more so under the harsh white fluorescent light. A lineof sinewy muscle descended down her thigh, accentuating the tone of her calves,and her ankles that were bound to the table. Her breasts, though flattenedby gravity and the pull of the cuffs on her body, were proportional to herframe and slowly rose up with each gentle breath, the stiffened nubs of hernipples outlined against the fabric of the orange smock.
Movement in one corner of the room on the other side of the glass caughtMaria's attention. A man wearing a white lab coat stood near a countertop andcabinets near the foot of the table. A file folder lay open on the counterand the man was making notations in it.
Colonel Marcos turned to Maria and spoke in a low, dark tone, "Thiswoman is a suspected terrorist that was sent to us by the Spanish governmentprior to their most recent election. The new government revoked her passportand has released her to our custody. We have decided to make an example ofher. She is going to suffer for your benefit. You would do well to pay closeattention, for it will be you on that table next if you don't cooperate."
Maria looked at the Colonel, then at the woman, then back at the Colonel. "No,I'm innocent. I haven't done anything wrong. You have no reason to hold melike this. Release me!"
The Colonel grinned wryly and raised the remote control to his mouth. "Doctor,you may begin."
Working his fingers into a pair of rubber surgical gloves, the doctor glancedat his subject resting peacefully on the table. The doctor lifted the lid toa jar on the counter and removed a small capsule. Taking the capsule betweenhis fingers, he bent it slightly, then moved towards the woman and waved itunder her nose. The woman's nose twitched and she shook her head to one side.Her legs kicked slightly as she tried to move away from the intrusive smell.Her eyes blinked open and she squinted at the bright light shining down ontoher prone body. Groggily, she turned her head towards the doctor and openedher mouth, as if to say something. Her lips moved but no words came out, atleast none that Maria could hear.
The Colonel explained, "that window is sound-proof and mirrored. Youcan't hear what she's saying and she can't see you. That's to discourage collusionamongst the prisoners. But don't worry. That room is equipped with a microphonethat I control from here, so that, when the time comes, we can hear her screamsand cries for mercy. I think you will find it very… enlightening. Youwould be surprised at how much abuse the human body can take." One ofthe guards holding Maria's shoulders chuckled softly, anticipating the eventsto come, remembering events that had unfolded before.
The doctor removed the capsule and tossed it into a cylindrical metal wastecontainer, then turned towards the counter and opened the cabinet doors. Mariacould see instruments of torture hanging from inside the cabinet and layingloosely on the shelves. She wondered which ones the doctor would use first.She wouldn't have to wait long.
The doctor lifted a pair of small metal scissors. Maria realized that theywere hemostats, about 8 inches long, with serrated edges. The woman seemedto recognize the devices and their evil purpose and began to pull at her bonds,testing their hold on her body. Grasping the hemostats in one hand, the doctorreached out with the other and unfastened the strings holding the smock togetherat the shoulders. The woman began to breathe deeper, tensing up, waiting asthe doctor reached for the top of her gown and slowly rolled the fabric backwith meticulous precision. The woman watched as the garment was rolled downher chest, revealing the soft mounds of her firm breasts, then farther to thedark circular edges of her areolas, the nubs of her nipples still covered,barely, by the flimsy cloth. The doctor paused there and looked at his captivesubject, letting her apprehension build. She looked back at him, her dark eyesdefiant and strong. He then continued to roll the garment down, revealing thedark orbs of her nipples, the perked nubs standing erect and proud in the harshwhite light. He stopped when the rolled fabric reached the waist of the garment,held together by the knotted strings at the sides of the smock.
She squirmed as he lifted one of the hemostats to her chest, letting thecold steel caress the dark circle that capped her left breast, teasing thehardened nipple, watching her squirm at the sensation of his touch. The womancould only watch as the doctor opened the handles of the hemostat, partingthe jaws of the device to reveal the serrated edge that would afford a stronggrip on her flesh. She knew what was coming next, and she began to pull hardat the bonds around her wrists as the doctor lowered the chromed pincers toher body, placing the hemostat's claws on either side of her turgid nub. Shecould only watch as the prongs closed slowly around her nipple, a slight whimperescaping from her throat as the cruel jaws pressed against her skin, squeezingthe sensitive flesh in a tight grip.
The doctor let the handle of the hemostat rest on her chest, the silverydevice shining brightly against her tanned skin, reflecting the stark whitelight overhead as the woman struggled against the cruel hold on her body, herchest rising and falling with painful gasps. The doctor lifted the second hemostatand held it to his victim's chin, tapping it lightly against her chin likea father scolding a child. Maria watched the scene with rapt attention, imaginingthat she was the one on the table and that the doctor was making "shushing" noises,preparing her for the pain he would deliver with the second device. The Colonelstudied Maria and could see that she was paying very close attention to thedoctor's ministrations. Very close attention indeed.
The woman, helplessly bound to the table, spread-eagled, her breasts exposedto the doctor for mistreatment, glanced at the silver hemostat that adornedher left nipple, then looked back at the doctor as he began to lower the otherchromed instrument to her chest. As he had done before, he traced the tip ofthe scissors against the dark, sensitive skin and drew circles around the already-tautnub, teasing it into full contraction, letting the woman's fear and apprehensionbuild. The woman closed her eyes, waiting for the pain to come, as the doctorparted the handles of the hemostat and placed the opened claws around her nipple.She grimaced in anticipation as the second hemostat's handles were joined,closing the claws around her skin, crushing the erect nipple between the serratedteeth. She winced slightly, absorbing the pain, the two hemostats resting againsther torso as her chest rose and fell with her ragged breathing.
The doctor watched his victim writhe on the table, the pain working againsther resolve, waiting to see if she would break. He spoke to his victim nonchalantly.The woman opened her eyes, looked at her tormentor, and shook her head, "No".Responding to her answer, the doctor tugged at the strings securing the garmentaround her waist. It was time to turn his attention to a more sensitive regionof her body. With his hand grasping the top of the gown in a tight fist hewhipped the material from her body, then quickly pulled the rest of the gownfrom underneath her, leaving the woman twisting in her bonds on the cold metaltable, naked and spread-eagled under the glare of the spotlight, helpless andvulnerable to his sadistic impulses.
The doctor gathered the two halves of the prison smock and placed them ina plastic bin marked with a serial number, then turned his attention back towardshis subject.
The woman watched him nervously as he moved towards the cabinet and its collectionof the tools of torture. He selected two more hemostats, slightly longer thanthe first ones, with angled claws and a narrower gap between the handles, andturned back towards her. She shivered slightly as he approached her naked,bound body, her legs spread wide, open and inviting. It was little mysterywhere he would operate next. She lay there watching his approach, the linesof muscle of her thighs and torso twitching under her olive-tan skin, the twosilver hemostats cruelly adorning the curved mounds of her breasts, unableto avoid the pain that he was inflicting on her.
He stood next to her squirming body; the first traces of sweat glisteninglike tiny diamonds on her skin, illuminated by the bright light over the tableas he positioned himself next to her waistline. Holding one of the chromedinstruments in his hand, he slowly, methodically, ran the pointed end of thehemostat over the opening to her sex, letting the metallic tip bounce overher sensitive flesh. She jumped slightly each time the cruel instrument brushedagainst the crease of her snatch and her breathing was becoming shorter andmore ragged. Her body was responding, involuntarily, to the sensations of thecold metal against the warm lips of her labia, and she was becoming arousedby his machinations.
She tensed up as he slid a gloved finger into her snatch, the juices coatingthe rubber as he ran it around her opening, brushing the nub of her clitoris,giving her a bit of pleasure, teasing her, letting her passion build a bitbefore proceeding to the infliction of pain. Pain was why he was there. Hewatched with a studious eye as her tissue began to swell with sexual excitement.He wanted maximum arousal from her; he wanted her lips to be fully engorgedwhen it was time to make her scream.
He laid the hemostats on the table in the gap between her wide-forked thighs,still caressing her opening with one hand as his other hand began to gentlytrace a line across the rim of her belly, a slow, soft arc along her pelvis.Her hips twitched and bucked at the tickling sensation and he noticed thather breathing had quickened into ragged gasps of pleasure, the chromed metalhemostats clamped on her breasts rising each time she inhaled. She closed hereyes, losing herself to the doctor's gentle touch, responding to his eroticcaresses. The taut muscles of her belly spasmed as she worked herself towardsher climax. Then, she felt something cold against her thigh, something foreign,the narrow end of a longer hemostat tracing its way along her leg. She couldonly look down helplessly as the doctor positioned the metal instrument againstthe swollen lips of her sex, the angled beak closing on her sensitive tissue.
She gritted her teeth, stifling a scream as the metal clamped down mercilesslyon her labia, crushing the blood-filled tissue between the serrated edges ofthe device. She released a series of quick, rapid exhalations as she foughtto absorb the pain. Then, she felt the other angled hemostat crawling up herleg towards her sex, making its way towards her opening, and again the painemanated from below as the doctor pinched her skin between the angled clawsand locked the handles of the device. Another stifled scream escaped from herthroat as she fought to control herself, trying to resist the urge to cry outagainst her tormentor. Tears welled up in her eyes as sweat began to mat herforehead. Her body was glistening under the hot light of the torture room,tiny sparkles of energy against the backdrop of her olive-tan skin. She pulledat the bonds holding her to the table, the muscles in her arms and legs standingout against the shine of her flesh as she began to weep from the torment.
Maria could only watch as the woman turned her face towards the mirroredglass, the agony etched in the lines of her face as tears streamed from hereyes to mix with the sweat of her body. Maria began to cry, too, feeling thewoman's distress, knowing that she would be next on that horrible table.
"Do you see how much she's suffering? She is completely helpless. We cando anything to her that we want and she cannot stop us from doing it. And,trust me, we intend to do many things to her," the Colonel stated flatly, "herordeal is just beginning. Soon it will be you on that table if you do not cooperatewith us."
Maria stared at the struggling woman on the table as Colonel Marcos liftedthe remote control and said "Doctor, you may choose another method for extractinginformation now."
The woman on the table turned her head to follow the doctor as he moved towardsthe cabinet of instruments. He selected a chrome-handled tool with a spur atthe head. A series of small needles protruded from the wheeled spur like spokesof a bicycle without an outer rim. The doctor turned and approached his victim,holding the instrument out in front of him so that she could see it clearly.He held it before the woman's face so that she could study the tiny needles,spinning the wheel slightly with his finger so that she could see how it rotatedon the handle. The woman swallowed and clenched her fists, imagining the tinybarbs pricking her skin as it rolled over her glistening flesh.
The doctor balanced the chrome handle between his thumb and forefinger andlet it rest lightly against the woman's chest just below her chin. He thenslowly, methodically, pulled it across the taut skin of her sternum, then turnedand dragged the instrument across the lower crease of her right breast, causingher to open her mouth and gasp as the tiny needles pricked the sensitive skinthere.
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