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The prisoner arrived in the jungle encampment at dusk. A young American woman,she was scratched and bleeding from the forced march along the forest paths,her clothing torn and patched with the dark shadows of moisture from her sweat-soakedbody.

Carol Masters, junior intelligence officer with the US aid team, a naturalblonde and just twenty-three years old, tried to control her growing panicas she looked at the cruel grinning faces crowding round them. Like all theforeigners in the region… she had heard the horror stories of GeneralLumumba's cruelty; dark, whispered tales of the awful things that happenedto those who fell into his hands. But, until today's interrupted journey, thesecurity precautions at the camp had kept them safe… and off-guard!

The helicopter trip back to the main airstrip should have been routine. Itwas for the first ten minutes… until rebel gunfire had brought themsmashing into the forest below. Carol, the only survivor and miraculously unhurt,had stumbled away from the wreck seconds before it exploded. Unfortunatelyfor her, the rebels were also there within minutes… They captured herwithout difficulty… and found the security badge and photo i.d. passshe'd forgotten to hide. Worse, the locked intelligence briefcase she was takingback to headquarters was still chained to her wrist …as the rebels quicklydiscovered.

Carol hunched her shoulders in a futile attempt to avoid the pinching, probingfingers of the soldiers; fingers that deliberately sought out her buttocksand the boldly out-thrust curves of her breasts so that she danced and jerkedat the pain of each fresh assault. There was nothing else she could do… withher wrists tied tightly behind her back; it took all her time to keep her balance.

Silence fell as they reached the open clearing in front of the largest hut.General Lumumba, one of the main leaders of the rebel forces, lolled on a lowplatform covered with a collection of animal skins. Carol's first impressionwas of size, the animal bulk of the man. Relaxing out of uniform he was wearingnothing but a white linen breechcloth wrapped around his loins, armbands ofdecorated gold and a lion skin thrown across one shoulder; his jet-black skingleamed and shone with oil.

Two naked women sprawled beside him. Their hands were moving over his bodycaressing the oiled skin. Carol Masters caught her breath and looked away,flushing red as she suddenly realised that one of them was gently strokingthe shaft of the general's thick, up curving penis, openly masturbating hermaster in front of everyone. The General leaned forwards on the dais, one handbrushing the women aside as the blonde American was pushed to her knees infront of him.

'General, she was in the helicopter.' Her i.d. tags and the briefcase werehanded over. 'Intelligence… probably CIA or the military… thebriefcase documents will be most useful…

'No, no please it's not true. I'm only a secretary, an office worker… I'mnot a spy…'

The thick lips parted and Lumumba laughed, looking round at the guards behindhim. 'Any chance they will think she's still alive?' He grinned evilly as thepatrol leader shook his head. The necessary steps had been taken; with thefuel tanks exploding there was almost nothing left for them to find.

The General ran his eyes down the young woman's bedraggled khaki fatigues.'Strip her… let us all discover what a CIA spy looks like underneath…'Eager hands reached for her body. Her shirt was ripped open and her shortsdragged down to her ankles leaving Carol in nothing but a white cotton braand brief, high-cut panties. Both garments were almost transparent with sweat,the darker pink circles of her aureoles and the smooth, shaven bulge of hermound showing all too clearly against the thin, clinging fabric.

A blade winked in the low sun and, in the sudden silence there was the soft 'snick' ofmaterial being cut. Eager fingers tugged the lacy cups free of her body sothat the high curves of Carol's breasts with their pink, upturned nipples werefinally revealed. Amid the general growl of approval Lumumba licked his thicklips and the woman reached across to continue her slow deliberate caressesalong the length of his massive cock.

The knifepoint traced down Carol's tanned, golden skin until it slipped underthe narrow waistband of her panties. As the man carefully sliced through thewaistband on each side, Lumumba said something to the woman stroking his penis.She grinned and immediately snaked forward to Carol on her knees. Her oilyhands darted up to grab the ends of the material still caught between Carol'sthighs. Seeing the smooth, shaven skin of the blonde's mound she called outsomething in her own language, fingers cupping Carol's labia to show off thenaked pouting lips and deep in-rolling slit of her cunt.

Grinning up at the shivering young woman in anticipation, and enjoying theenthusiastic noises of encouragement from the men around, she began pullingthe gusset of the ruined panties to and fro, very gently working the cottoninto a thin cord that slipped easily along the naked cleft of Carol's body.The men roared with laughter as the young blonde tried to stand on tiptoe toavoid the sudden stimulation of the wet fabric against the sensitive lips ofher labia and across the openings of her body.

Carol's sudden gasp of shock as the cord slipped up between the lips of hercunt brought a fresh burst of coarse laughter from the watchers. With the cordwhere she wanted it, the woman deliberately slowed the gentle sawing movementof her hands, but now started using the full length of the wet cord with eachstroke so that Carol was arched up against the grip of her guards. After afew minutes, and with Carol now twisting and gasping at the slightest movementof the cord, the woman stopped and ran her fingers along the thin strand ofmaterial. Grinning even more broadly, she held up three glistening fingers,showing the General and the watchers just how wet her victim was becoming.

Carol realised there was going to be no respite as the lolling figure grinnedand nodded at the woman, making an unmistakable rocking motion with his handsas he did so. The woman lifted the cord again and the slow relentless masturbationcontinued. Carol bit her lip, the breath hissing in her nose as she tried toignore the maddening friction of the wet panties against her body. The woman,eyes fixed on Carol's increasing arousal, was working with a diabolical skill,moving her hands up and down in time with the gentle dragging movement so thather captive's vagina and anus were constantly being rubbed and fretted by thewet cloth.

'Oh p-please, please stop, ooooh, oh noooooo, p-pleeeassse! Ah… ohyes, Oh YES! ' Hearing the sudden change in the young American'spleas, the woman lifted her front hand close to Carol's body forcing thecord right up into the slit of her cunt.

'Ah, Aaaah, God, no, no, please n-n-not there, please Ah, ah AH!No please don't –make me c-come, please I don't want t…. AH… AH,AHH! AAAAHHH!'

Listening to Carol's screams of rising excitement, the woman's tongue peepedbetween her lips in concentration as she stroked the makeshift cord very delicatelyto and fro across the nub of Carol's clitoris.

Carol's screams suddenly became even louder, her hips bucking back and forthfrantically as the slow fretting torment caressed that most sensitive spotquite unbearably. Now she could see and hear that she had the young blonderiding unstoppably towards her first orgasm, the woman slowed the delicatemovement of her hands even more, tantalising and tormenting Carol so that theblonde pleaded for her to take her over the edge.

'Oh God, oh please, go on, harder, please, please, PLEEEESSSSEEEE! '

The men roared their approval as their white captive shuddered and wailedat the woman's hands. At long last she relented, working the cord to and froin a blur of movement that brought Carol screaming to her orgasm; making theyoung blonde come so hard that she almost broke free of the guard's grip asshe squealed and shuddered in the ecstasy of the moment.

'Now I will show you how we like to fuck Americans…' The rumbling,sneering voice of General Lumumba didn't make any sense to Carol as she triedto bring her heaving breaths under some sort of control. There was the reliefof feeling the tormenting cord of her wrecked panties slipping from betweenher labia but then the shock of strong hands gripping her legs and liftingher off the ground. She screamed wildly in fear and sudden understanding, feelingher thighs being dragged apart as the massive bulk of the Chief's body loomedover her.

The woman's hands made her writhe once more as they parted the still wildlysensitive lips of her cunt, then Carol felt the hard, insistent probing ofthe Chief's glans stretching the opening of her vagina.

'Noooooo, no I can't, no don't… it's too big Oh God, stop,p-p-p-please stop. Arrrggghhh!'

The thick purple crest sank further, forcing a series of high-pitched shrieksfrom the splayed woman as the Chief worked his hips gently to and fro. He grinnedin delight as he watched the erotic contrast of the black spear of his penisslowly disappearing between the soft pink and gold flesh folds of the youngblonde's cunt; enjoying the way the glistening lips folded and bulged roundthe oily black column as it slid to and fro.

General Lumumba paused then jerked his hips hard. The young blonde squealedmanically, arcing back against the harsh grip of the guards holding her openfor their General's pleasure. They all knew that she'd just felt the finalpopping jolt as the flanged rim of his glans was suddenly forced through theoverstretched ring of muscle guarding her vagina.

Fully gloved by the warm, tight wetness of the American woman's cunt, thegeneral began to thrust harder and harder. Both he and the surrounding guardslaughed in delight as the writhing blonde squealed and screamed at the painand depth of his entry. Laughter that turned to coarse shouts of encouragementas they saw and heard the American beginning to respond to the slow; deep fuckingtheir boss was giving her.

Still aroused and stimulated by the woman's earlier masturbation, Carol hadno defence to the slow, deep fucking. Despite all her protests and the screamsof pain, she felt her traitorous body responding, her hips involuntarily startingto surge up and down in time with the deep strokes of the General's penis asshe began to ride towards her second climax.

Now it was her turn to try and force the pace, bucking and thrusting againstthe thick fleshy rod that was filling her so wonderfully.

'Oh, yes, yes, go on, yes, yes, go on, yes, Yess, YEESSS!'

That uncontrolled babble of sounds, and the blonde's sudden wild jerkingmovements, brought cheers from the men as they watched their General makingthe white American bitch cry out in excitement. Carol Masters was almost deliriouswith pleasure as the general kept the rhythm going. Her cries became more andmore desperate as he increased the speed and depth of his thrusts. She wascaught in a whirl of agony and ecstasy as he finally jerked and yelled. Carolfelt the warm spurting flood of his release deep inside her body.

Dragging his softening manhood from her body, the rebel leader raised hisarms, shouting to his men in triumph. The guards, chanting and yelling in responseand knowing that the show was over for the night, simply let the young blondefall to the ground in a sobbing, shivering heap.

'Secure her … my friend Colonel Mutabe will want to talk to her inthe morning…' The crowd murmured in approval, Colonel Mutabe was fearedthroughout the rebel army for his methods of extracting information. Truly,the American bitch was going to suffer…

The General turned away and the naked, sobbing figure of Carol Masters wasdragged upright and pushed over to a small, heavily barred hut. The rope roundher elbows was cut and she was thrown inside. She crashed to the beaten earthfloor, curling up and trying to soothe both the throbbing bruises in her armsand the deeper ache in her groin. The planked door thudded to behind her leavingher alone in the hot, foetid darkness.

With daylight, the door was swung open and two of the guards who'd held herlegs open for the rape last night swaggered in and dragged her to her feet.'Colonel wants you now. You better have plenty good answers for him or else…'Both cackled with laughter as they used a length of thin rope to tie her wristsin front of her, enjoying her terrors as she tried not to think of the torturesto come.

They continued to torment Carol with crude comments as they pulled her acrossthe compound like some animal on a lead, staggering and trotting to keep up,and scarlet with embarrassment as other soldiers joined in the teasing comments.Stumbling over the rough ground to the largest of the huts there was nothingshe could do to stop her breasts bouncing and jiggling wildly, providing anotherhumiliating show for the soldiers lounging and grinning at the entrance.

Inside there were rough log benches round the walls but the central areawas clear. Looking totally out of place a group of steel-framed office chairsand a battered metal desk stood against the far wall. Behind the desk, Carolcould see a detailed military map of the area pinned to the planked wall. Oneman, middle-aged, slim and very fit, clad in camouflage trousers and a jacketwith a Colonel's insignia on it, was sitting behind the desk leafing throughthe papers spread across the top. A couple of other guards leaned against thewall next to the map. The man at the desk finished reading, looked up, andstudied the young blonde American with an expression of cruel anticipation.

One of the guards flipped her wrist rope over a roof beam. The man jerkedhis thumb upwards and, without warning, the rope was hauled taut. The guardcontinued pulling until Carol's arms were at full stretch and she was forcedup onto the balls of her feet, scrabbling to keep her balance on the unevendirt floor.

The rebel colonel walked across to Carol. She gasped in shock as he reachedup and stroked her pink nipples very gently, smiling as they stiffened androse under the caress. 'I am Colonel Mutabe… like you my business isintelligence. The General is very pleased with the information you so kindlysupplied in that briefcase.' He smiled without warmth, 'however, the documentsomit the security codes and the radio keys. … The General has askedme to get them from you… So, to save yourself considerable discomfort,those codes are…?'

Carol twisted and jerked on the rope until his fingers suddenly tightenedon her nipples. 'Arrrggghhh… You bastards, you'll pay forthis! Just wait till they find the wreck and realise I'm missing… They'llsmash you... ARRRGGHH…!'

Carol's words stopped with another scream as the Colonel tightened his gripand twisted the jutting pink tips viciously. 'So rude, typical American manners…listento me… listen! We… added …anotherbody to the wreck yesterday with your i.d. tags and rings and, oh yes, thebriefcase. After a suitably hot fire skin colour doesn't matter.' He smiledgrimly, 'after all… ashes are ashes. Your friends solemnly collectedthe bits this morning. My information is that the case is closed… suchan unfortunate accident. So you see there will be no rescue… now, thecodes?'

Carol screamed and flailed at the end of the rope, hysterical with terrorand despair. The Colonel watched with interest as the slim tanned figure ofthe young American woman twisted and writhed before him. His penis thrust againstthe fabric of his trousers, his erection growing at the thought of how muchmore violently she would be screaming and wriggling when they started workingproperly on that delightfully curved body.

The Colonel looked at Carol's twitching limbs. 'Before you decide to go onbe stubborn… let me show you what we do to people who forget things… Youremember the woman who masturbated you so prettily for us all last night…?'He smiled as a deep red flush of embarrassment spread up the young blonde'sbody. 'Well, later, she was stupid enough to lose her temper with the General… somethingI suspect she now regrets most bitterly….'

The colonel smiled, 'I'll show you what I mean… bring her out to theLog… but hold onto the bitch, she still has to tell us what we want!'Carol felt the rope coming loose as the Colonel walked off towards anotheropening at the far end of the hut.

The Log lay to one side of the open circle of beaten earth, carefully placedat an angle so that all could see. Hewn with much labour from the trunk ofone of the jungle giants that had been felled in a storm, it was so thick noman could encircle it with his arms. But it had been cut so short so that itwas now barely more than a tall man's height in length.

On one side, a single metal stake jutted out of the packed earth about fourfeet away from the log's centre. On the other, two heavy, wrought iron stapleshad been hammered into the log itself, one at either end, and both set lowdown so that the metal hoops almost touched the ground.

The woman who'd masturbated Carol with the cord of her panties was in hermid-twenties with a full ripe figure; now it was her who was writhing continuously,muscles flexing and working beneath the polished black skin while her upturnedbuttocks clenched and wobbled unceasingly. Carol could see pinpoints of bloodand a hatching of fresh weals across each glistening globe. It was obviousthat the woman had been savagely whipped or caned very recently.

Quite naked with her body wet and gleaming with sweat, she had been thrownface down over the log. Her legs were stretched wide, each of her ankles lashedto one of the iron staples, spreading her obscenely so that wrinkled eye ofher anus and the plump, heavy labia were held open and unprotected. A thickleather strap attached to the top of the log was buckled tightly across thesmall of her back, preventing any small luxury of movement no matter what theydid to her.

A coarse rope was lashed round her wrists and tied to the single stake onthe far side of the log. The tension in the rope pulled her body forwards,holding her arms at full stretch so the heavy globes of her breasts dangleddownwards, their tender undersides pressing into the rough bark of the log.

But even the woman's agonising bondage was not the worst of it. Carol finallyunderstood the horror of the woman's plight when the guards pushed her rightup to the log and she got her first sight of the young girl. Carol's immediatethought was ' God she's young, she can't be more than sixteen!' Thegirl, well developed despite her age, was wearing only a minimal black thongand a cut off black tee shirt, as she knelt on the hard packed earth betweenthe inverted V of the woman's carefully splayed thighs.

At first, the young American couldn't understand what she was seeing; couldn'tmake out why the girl's arm seemed to be hidden. Then, with a half-stifledcry of shock, she understood. The girl's whole hand and forearm were burieddeep inside the woman's body!

Intent on her work, the girl was moving her arm in and out very slowly, likesome monstrous phallus. Each time her wet, shiny hand slid up inside… thewoman twisted and turned against the ropes and straps, responding to each sensationof the slow, fist fucking torment she was being forced to endure.

The girl looked up, saw the naked, tanned figure of a white woman shiveringwith fear in the grip of the guards and grinned at her with cruel, eager eyes.Holding Carol's horrified gaze, her slim fingers fondled and teased the woman'sswollen labia, enjoying the expression of shock on the blonde's face, as shefinally understood what was happening.

Licking her lips, the girl closed her fingers into a blunt, slippery arrowhead.Working slowly so Carol could see every movement, she thrust her hand backinto the woman's vagina, forcing the juice-glazed lips apart as they closedround her slim forearm. Carol watched mesmerised by girl's knowing smile asher arm muscles moved and flexed in a deliberate corkscrew motion, workingher fingers deeper and deeper.

From the other side of the log there was a rising, babbling wail from thepinioned woman, a desperate mixture of anguish and arousal at the lingering,expert torment she was being forced to endure. From the sounds, Anna realisedthat the girl was now flexing and working her fingers deep inside the woman'sbody, forcing her to experience a mixture of pain and pleasure as she teasedand fondled the mouth of her cervix; swirling and scraping her nails over thesensitive places deep inside her body.

The girl grinned at the American again 'She nearly finished this time, shegoing to come again…number six times now… ' The girl giggled,'General say make her come ten times before she learn her lesson. I think shewant me to stop now! Maybe your turn very soon, Lucy will make you squeal realgood … Maybe you come many times for me before the Colonel has his fun.'She suddenly began pumping her arm in and out in a blur of movement. 'Yes,yes, you come now, bitch! You come now for Lucy again! Come on, nearly there,yes, yes come on, I fuck you good yes, yes… So… you want me tickleyour clit too?'

The girl's other hand darted up between the woman's cream-soaked thighs andthe cries immediately became more frantic and demented. Carol knew, from thesudden babbling noises, and the uncontrollable bucking of her hips, that Lucy'sforefinger was wriggling against the swollen bulb of the woman's clitoris.

The girl giggled aloud, enjoying the audience and the woman's antics as sheforced her to another unwilling orgasm. Held by the harsh grip of the guards,Carol Masters was forced to watch as the naked, sweating woman squealed frantically,bucking her hips so hard that the thick leather across her back creaked andgroaned with the strain. The fronts of her thighs slapped wetly against thecurve of the log as she was made to climax yet again.

Finally, she came with a series of hooting shrieks, her full breasts bouncingand scraping up and down uncontrollably against the log as she was engulfedby the overwhelming ecstasy of her orgasm. Carol saw there were harsh red marksand bloodstains on the woman's ankles and wrists; red raw weals showing whereshe had pulled and chafed the skin against her bonds in her desperate attemptsto get free.

At last, the girl let her relax, sitting back on her heels as one of thewatching men stepped forwards. There was a hissing swish and the wet 'thwack' ofsomething hitting flesh. The woman screamed wildly, bucking and flopping likea mad thing against the log. Carol gasped in horror as she saw the four-footlong bamboo rod in the man's right hand. His arm swung down and the cane whirredthrough the air again before slicing across the upturned globes of the woman'sbottom with another wet 'thwack!'

'A hundred strokes, ten each time she comes… and all she did was swearat the General.' The Colonel's voice whispered in Carol's ear. 'Think of howmuch more important those codes are…' As he spoke the strokes continuedto provide a horrible screaming counterpoint to his words. With the tenth strokethe woman slumped down, her legs and buttocks quivering as though she had beengiven an electric shock

This time the girl waited for almost a minute for the woman to begin to recoverand her frenzied breathing to calm a little. She began by running her fingertipsover the fresh weals, the teasing, delicate touch bringing new screaming convulsionsfrom the woman. She leaned forwards and Carol saw her pink, pointed tongueflickering into the deep groove of the woman's body.

'AAAAAAHHHHH!'

The woman's head arched back, eyes bulging with pain and forced arousal asthe girl's tongue darted round the crinkled bud of her anus. After a few moments,Lucy leaned over the woman's back, hands reaching down to tweak and fondlethe thick black nipples. 'Time for you to come again… this time I usea brush on your clit… you like that yes…?' She continued to fondlethe rubbery tips for a few moments as the woman writhed and sobbed in agonybeneath the weight of her torturer's slim body.

Getting no clear response, Lucy lifted herself clear, the front of her shirtnow soaked with the woman's sweat so that Carol could see the hard, sharp peaksof the girl's breasts through the clinging fabric of her tee shirt. 'Ohgod, Lucy's getting herself off by torturing her… she thought,' her tits are like spikes.' Reaching into a littleplastic box, Lucy picked up something red with a white end. As she moved tokneel between the woman's thighs once more Carol realised that she was holdingan ordinary toothbrush.

Carol shuddered, crossing her legs at the thought of those bristles beingsworked and scraped across her own clitoris; especially by another woman whowould know exactly how to drag the most exquisite mixture of unbearable feelingsfrom her helpless victim. Even as she twisted against the guard's grip sherealised with shame that the scene before her was making her wet; she was beingturned on by the thought of this unknown woman's sexual torture… Shetried to ignore the growing feeling of excitement as she gazed at the girl,Lucy, as she began to stroke the bristles to and fro over the wet, swollenlips of her victim's labia…

The unspoken, guilty thought churned in her mind. 'It'll be myturn next… Oh God what will I do if she touches me…'

'Iiiiieeeeeeeeh!' The woman screamed; a high desperatesqueal of anguish as she felt the first scraping contact against a place alreadyso tender and sensitive from the girl's earlier attentions. 'No,no, no Lucy, no, no, Yeeeeiiiiiiiiiiii!'

Lucy giggled at the sounds from the other side of the log, tracing the bristlesup and down the soft cleft between the woman's labia. She used her finger andthumb to part the heavy outer lips and started to brush the nylon bristlesto and fro across the inner lips, concentrating on the little fleshy hood atthe top of her cleft. 'Going to come number seven time for Lucy now… yes?You feel it there ok?'

The brush swirled and dipped as she spoke. Carol panted with sudden arousalas she saw the muscles in the woman's thighs fluttering rapidly, the hips surgingto and fro as the sharp, stabbing bristles flicked and flayed the hot, wetnub of the woman's clit.

'ARRRRGGGGGHHHHH! NOOOOoooooooo!'

With her victim surging helplessly under the agonising pleasure of the littlebrush, Lucy licked the forefinger of her other hand and slowly started pushingit against the rosette of the woman's anus. Carol watched, her feelings ofguilty excitement mixed with the knowledge that, unless she did what the colonelwanted, she would be the next one tied to the log… The girl's fingersank right up to the hilt before she started pumping it in and out. The woman'ssqueals took on an added note of pain and desperation as she felt the girl'sfinger twirling and probing deep in her rectum.

'Ah… ah… ah… ah… ah! Ah! AH! AH! AAAAH! '

She was lost. Lucy turned and licked her lips, staring at Carol. Her handsstill moved continually, bringing the woman so expertly and cruelly to herseventh climax in a row. This time the jerking spasms were wilder and longeras pain and exhaustion overcame the sudden ecstasy of yet another forced orgasm.

Once again she knelt back, pulling her wet and glistening finger free ofthe woman's anus with a casual indifference as she nodded her head to the manwith the bamboo cane.

'A moment…' Colonel Mutabe held up one finger as he walked round tolift the woman's head by grabbing a handful of wet, tangled hair. 'Enough,get rid of her… and these layabouts.' He flicked his fingers towardsthe group of rebel soldiers who had been watching the woman's punishment. 'It'stime our guest became acquainted with our little toy…'

Carol Masters shivered as the limp form was dragged away. Without warninga fist thumped in the middle of her back. 'Oh God, no, no you can't… notme!' Carol struggled uselessly as the guards forced her against the warm wetpatch that the native woman had occupied only moments before. Eager hands grippedher ankles and the young American gasped at the stretching agony in her tendonsas the men spread her legs wide to touch the iron staples. Thin rawhide stripsbit into her skin as they lashed her down securely.

In tying her legs they had let go of the rope. Carol propped herself up onthe curve of the log, trying not to look at Lucy's eager, grinning face asshe was prepared for torture. Carol was still trying to keep control of herrising terror when the colonel's voice brought new agony.

'Hands behind her I think. I may want to tickle her tits if she proves obstinate.Carol jerked as the waist strap slapped across the small of her back. She smeltthe hot musk of male excitement as the man who'd used the cane earlier pulledthe strap tight, clamping her belly against the log. 'I hope you keep yourselffit?' The colonel's voice was cold and precise. 'My men will now tie your armsbehind you at the elbow. It will leave you free to wriggle if you wish butyou will have the frustration of being totally unable to prevent us playingwith all this delightful flesh…'

Carol only had seconds to understand what he meant. The guards untied therope on her wrists and her support was abruptly removed as they twisted herwrists behind her. Her shoulders creaked as a single thin strap was cinchedtight just above her elbow joints. Then, the hands were gone and Carol Masterswas left braced over the log, her torso hanging in space, her full breastsjust brushing the coarse bark.

Colonel Mutabe deliberately pinched the young blondes nipple, pressing sothat the flesh whitened under the pressure.

'Oh Christ! Ah, ah please, no, p-p-please, Aaaahhh! '

He watched Carol Masters' upper body bending and twisting, her head tossingfrom side to side as she glared back at him with pain-filled eyes; the damp,blonde strands flailing across her face.

'Password? Radio code?' The colonel said quietly. There was a quick smileof enjoyment as he saw the young blonde shake her head, mouth clamped shutdefiantly. 'Oh what a pity, I'm afraid you've made a bad choice my dear, evenif Lucy and Sergeant Emola here don't think so. But then they both enjoy hurtingpeople… especially delightfully shaped young women such as yourself.Changed your mind, Miss Masters? Or do we try pain… rather than thepleasure you enjoyed last night?

'Y-you can go f-fuck your self, colonel,' Carol managed to say between heavingbreaths. The colonel's face darkened and he rapped out some commands in thelocal patois. Carol caught the word gegene but didn'tunderstand what had been said. A few moments later the sergeant reappearedcarrying a canvas-covered box with terminals on the top. Suddenly, Carol screamed,as she understood only too well when she saw the thin red wires and the alligatorclips attached to them.

'Start with her tits, let's see if a taste of electricity can improve hermemory.' The sergeant quickly attached two of the red wires to brass terminalson the box. Lucy picked up the toothed clips and dangled them in front of Carol'sterrified eyes. Her fingers fondled the hanging globes once again, strokingand teasing Carol's pink nipples, despite the blonde's frantic body movements,until they were jutting out hard and stiff.

'This'll bite your tits good girlie,' Lucy giggled as she pressed one ofthe clips to open the toothed jaws. Holding the soft weight of Carol's rightbreast cradled in one hand, she ran the sharp edge of the clip along the fullcurve until the jaws were either side of the rigid, pink stub. Then she letgo.

'Ah, God, p-please ah, aaaaaah!' Carol wriggled franticallymaking the heavy globes scrape and thud against the top of the log. Lucy justsmiled more broadly, capturing the other breast and letting her cupping fingersflicker over the very tip before the teeth of the second clip bit down hardinto the sensitive stub. 'Ah, ah, Aaaaaah!' Carol moanedin anguish, not only at the pain of the steel teeth clamped to her breasts,but in anticipation of what was to come. Her wild flailing movements were useless;the two steel clips remained firmly gripped to the peak of each breast

'Last chance to change you mind,' the colonel said quietly as the sergeantknelt by the machine. 'Let me assure you that this little toy is completelyeffective. The pain will be unbearable and it will go on and on. Once I askthe sergeant her to start… only your complete co-operation will makehim stop. And don't forget… you are positioned over the log so thatthose other delightfully sensitive places on your body are easily available.He paused, 'I like to vary the approach…it stops the scorching gettingtoo severe…'

Carol Masters hung her head, her sweat darkened blonde hair falling forwardto conceal her face. It's odd, the colonel thought, theyall do that before the torture starts, almost as though they want to look atthe clips…' He made a circling motion with one finger. Therewas a soft whirring noise as the sergeant turned thelittle handle quite slowly.

For a few seconds there was silence, broken only by the whine of the magneto.Then the young American woman arched back, thrusting her breasts out so thetoothed metal electrodes bobbled and jiggled on the peak of each breast. Hermouth opened wide and an animal scream broke the moist, heavy silence of thejungle.

'YYYYEEEEEEAAAAAGGGGHHH!'

A minute or so later the sergeant stopped and she flopped forwards againsther bonds. 'The password?' the soft voice enquired.

Another inhuman squeal broke the silence as the sergeant wound the handlea little faster. Carol Masters had never felt pain like it. A fizzing agonyburning through her nipples that robbed her of all control or resistance. Shewanted to tell him, wanted to do anything to stop what they were doing to herbut she just didn't know the codes.

Whirr … scream… whirr ...scream… whirr … scream…

'I DON'T KNOW!'

The last scream was one of pure agony as for the fifth time she was thrownback in a muscle wrenching spasm by the current surging though her nipples.

'Such a pity I don't believe you…' the colonel, completely unmovedby the American's agony, looked at his two assistants. 'Better switch, oneon the clitoris…the other up inside. Lets see if that's more effective.Lucy… use a bulb inside, better contact…'

Another thudding agony as Lucy removed the clips; each nipple now markedwith angry red patches and so swollen that the skin of each peak was taut andglossy with the pressure. The colonel smiled to himself as he noticed how shejerked back in pain as the scorched and tender tips grazed the rough bark ofthe log. Of course, when they clipped her up again she would feel it so muchmore…

'Noooooo, no, oh God, no, please I've told you, please, please…'

Despite her strutted position, Carol was desperately trying to turn her headto watch the sergeant and Lucy carrying the field telephone box round to theback of the log. She screamed again as she felt Lucy's knowing fingers fondlingthe lips of her cunt. There was a sudden coldness and then a tantalising, slipperyfeeling as Lucy used some kind of gel on her labia.

'Ah, aaaaaah, oh, oh please, n-no, no n-n-not t-t-t-there…' Carolgasped as Lucy gently caressed the little nub of her clitoris, making it swelland rise; bringing sweet unwanted sensations to the tortured woman.

The slow masturbation continued, Carol panting as Lucy's other hand workedat her vagina, probing and slithering into the moist opening to bring the youngblonde to a peak of arousal despite the burning ache in her breasts. Carol'ssenses were in turmoil; one the one hand Lucy was working her close to coming,on the other she knew exactly why they wanted her wet and aroused. Carol wasjerked back to the awful reality of her plight as she felt one of the horriblemetal clips nuzzling at her clitoris. She screamed in agony as the metal jawsclosed on the wildly sensitive stub.

There was no second clip; instead there was the unexpected touch of somethingcold and metallic that Lucy had attached to the wire as a replacement. Thenew electrode, the bulb the colonel had suggested, wasshaped like a plum on a finger-thick stalk. At the base there was short insulatedhandgrip and a plastic collar to stop it being inserted too far. Lucy slowlyworked it into the young American's vagina, enjoying the gasps and pantingbreaths as Carol tried to accommodate the size of the bulb. There was a suddenextra loud gasp from the pinioned woman as the head of the electrode poppedfully inside her vagina.

The colonel dragged Carol's head up by the hair. 'You know what comes next…'One hand just scratched the very tip of Carol's right nipple bringing anotheranguished squeal from her. 'If you thought the pain in your breasts was unbearable,think again. Unless you tell me what I want you are about to enter a hell younever even dreamed about in your worst nightmares.' Colonel Mutabe caressedCarol Master's flushed cheek as he looked into the American's pain-wrackedeyes. 'So silly… we will just go on and on.' He smiled as he saw thecontinuing defiance in her gaze. 'Sergeant… if you're ready…'

' YYYYEEEEEAAAARRRGGGHHH!'

The animal squeal ripped across the jungle clearing, so piercingly loud thatbirds rocketed out of the trees in panic. Carol Masters' body was flung backagainst her bonds in a bone-wrenching arch, her fingers scrabbling uselesslyat the cheeks of her buttocks. Posed like some demonic figurehead, the youngAmerican's eyes popping wide with the jolting shock, her mouth held open ina scream of pure agony as the magneto whirred. It was as though lightning fizzedand crackled in her cunt, searing her clitoris and sending burning agony throughthe delicate tissues deep inside her vagina.

The sergeant stopped winding and the young American crashed forwards ontothe log, her breath whooping and gasping in her throat. A pause, another signalfrom the colonel and the awful cycle continued. The rising whine of the magneto,the odd moment of silence and then another arching spasm and another animalscream from the strapped and tied body stretched wide against the log.

'Stop.' Colonel Mutabe's soft command was almost inaudible against CarolMasters gabbling squeals but the upraised finger served as well. The sergeantlet the handle wind to a halt and the gasping shuddering figure slumped forwardsonce more, head hanging limply over the torture log.

'P-p-purple mountain, PURPLE MOUNTAIN! T-that was the c-c-ode…' Carolscreamed out as the colonel lifted her head. 'Please believe me, oh God, please… butit's no g-good to you, it will have changed immediately they heard of the c-crash…'

'So, all that for such a little thing… somehow I don't think we'vegot it all yet.' He smiled, evil enjoyment crinkling his eyes as he waitedfor the reaction to his words… 'Lucy, let us try the probe in her bottomthis time… I wouldn't want our American friend to miss out on any partof this new experience…'

'YOU FUCKING BASTARD! I've told you what you want …'Carols voice broke and she bit her lip in pain as Lucy worked the metal bulbout of the agonisingly tender tissues of her cunt. Then she felt the curveddome of the electrode pressing against her anus… ' Oh God,oh no, please no, no you can't, pleas, I've told you what you want, pleasedon't, no you can't… ARRRRHHHH!'

Colonel Mutabe enjoyed the way the American's mouth opened wide in an O ofpain and astonishment as Lucy slowly worked the bulbous head of the electrodethrough the tight ring of her anus, deep into the delicate tube of her rectum.Just as he had promised, the woman's scrabbling fingers were only inches awayfrom the torture wires that hung down from the cleft of her body and curledacross the beaten earth to the battered brass terminals on the field telephonebox. Only inches, but there was nothing Carol Masters could do to stop theagony beginning once more.

'Steadily this time Sergeant… Lucy can play with the bulb…lether feel it all the way up.' The three of them shared a knowing look as theyall heard the sudden frenzied panting of the blonde on the log. Then the sergeantmoved his hand and, seconds later, Carol Masters' shrill song of agony rangout once more.

Lucy, keeping well clear of Carol's spasming body, reached over to claspthe insulated handgrip of the electrode buried up to the plastic collar inthe blonde's anus. Listening carefully to the tone and pitch of the American'sscreams she moved the bulb-shaped device in and out, turning and twisting itso that every fold and crevice was scored and raked by the fizzing agony ofthe electric current. Even when the sergeant stopped cranking the handle andCarol had crashed forwards over the log again, she continued to play with theimpaling shaft, her face alight with the thrill of bringing her victim to sucha peak of agony.

After fifteen minutes, as the magneto whirred into silence once more, ColonelMutabe lifted the matted hair and looked into the puffy slits of Carol's eyes.'I tol yu-you the code, d-don't know nothing, tol you, pleeeease…' shecroaked, her voice broken and hoarse with screaming… 'P-please, n-nomore, please…'

Colonel Mutabe saw the truth in the broken, sweat-drenched figure strappedbefore him. 'Unclip her. Sergeant, take the code word we do have to the General.Tell him Colonel Mutabe believes the woman knows little else of value…'He waited, hearing the little gasps of outrage as the electrode was pulledout and the devilish little clip on her clitoris finally released. 'So, thereyou are my dear…was all that really necessary for such a small secret?'He smiled again, looking over Carol's back into the hot eager eyes of his prettysixteen-year-old torturer.

'Now, before we finish… you remember what Lucy was doing to the womanearlier…?' Despite her agony Carol Masters managed to lift her upperbody clear of the log, craning her head round. Her eyes widened in shock anddawning horror as she saw the girl smiling at her, hand glistening with oiland the fingers closed into a blunt arrowhead. Carol waited until she feltthe first soft touch parting her labia… then she opened her mouth andstarted screaming all over again…

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