Chapter 4 - Wired For Sound
Deep in the bombproof concrete bunker that is the Mossad's interrogation
centre, Captain Zukerman's men worked efficiently, completely ignoring Jelena's
offers to co-operate fully. Captain Zukerman, knowing through sad experience
that women were adept liars, liked his suspects to be on the verge of a full
mental meltdown before he condescended to pay any attention to their desperate
babblings. In his experience, frantic, hysterical females made poor
prevaricators. The truth simply flowed out of them.
His men dipped two long swaths of cotton in a bucket of salt water (Dead
Sea water has wonderful conductivity) and wrapped one around each of her slim
ankles. A copper shackle was clamped around each wet cotton swath. A thick wire
from each metal cuff went to the electric shock machine. Why fool around with
small stuff? Captain Zukerman turned the voltage and amperage high and snapped
on the switch.
The results were gratifying.
Jelena's naked body arched upwards, shaking hard as her muscles spasmed
violently. Her bare buttocks lifted from the table, dimpling prettily as they
clenched tight. The acrid smell of a sweating cunt filled the room.
The noise was deafening. The shock machine emitted an evil high voltage
hum. The metal table rattled like thunder as Jelena's nude form strained against
the straps, shaking uncontrollably. She opened her mouth and shrieked insanely,
the spittle flying from her ruby lips.
In the fullness of time, Captain Zukerman cut the power. With a loud
bang, Jelena's bare bum slapped down hard on the table as her taut, straining
muscles suddenly slackened. Jelena glistened with a thick, oily, fear sweat.
Panting hard, she stared wide-eyed at the Captain, her hair a frazzled golden
mess.
"What do you want? I'll do anything you want! Anything!"
Captain Zukerman ignored her completely. He dipped two more thin cotton
swaths in the bucket of Dead Sea brine and wrapped each around the base of
Jelena's breasts. He snugged wire nooses around the base of each of her breasts
over the cotton swaths, cinching them brutally tight so that her tits bulged.
The standard thing you see is an electrode attached to each nipple. This simply
shocks the heart and kills the victim. If you want your victim to scream high
and hard, you pass the electricity from an alligator clip on her nipple to a
wire wrapped around the base of her breast. Jelena was panic-stricken as she
felt the sharp teeth of the strong-jawed alligator clips bite into her teats.
"No! Please! I'll tell you anything! I'll give you all blowjobs!
I'll..."
She screamed and her bare, sweating torso arched upwards as Captain
Zukerman threw the switch. The shock machine droned its evil, crackling tune.
Her bulging breasts burned bright red. It felt like her tits were being cooked
from the inside. Her monster melons shook wildly.
A perfectionist in his work, not quite satisfied with this charming
display, Captain Zukerman threw the second switch supplying juice to the ankle
cuffs. Jelena's bare buns lifted from the table, which, once more, rattled
deafeningly as her naked body shook savagely. Her voice rose an octave as she
screamed even higher than before.
Thoughtfully, Captain Zukerman turned up the voltage a bit. Jelena's
bare body bucked even more furiously as she screamed out impossibly high notes
of raw pain.
After an indecently long interval of hysterical shrieking, Captain
Zukerman cut the power. Jelena collapsed like a marionette whose strings had
been cut. Her naked buttocks slapped down hard on the table. Poor Jelena was
desperate, her heaving torso slick with sweat, her voice hoarse.
"I'll say anything you want! I'll confess to anything! Look, I give
great head! I'll take it up the ass! Please just tell me what to do and I'll do
it! Please! Please! Please!"
Ignoring her, Captain Zukerman was still unsatisfied, feeling sure that
he could tweak up lovely Jelena's performance. He picked up the speculum.
Spreading her cunt wide, Jelena gasped as he delved deep with long nosed
pliers and snapped an alligator clip onto her cervix. She was near hysterical as
he withdrew the long nose pliers and removed the speculum.
"Please! Please! Please! Speak to me! I'll do anything! I'll say
anything! Tell me what you want!"
Oblivious to her pleas, he continued to work between her legs. She
squealed like a boiled pig as his strong fingers peeled back the flesh, exposing
the most sensitive nubbin of flesh on her body and pinned an electrode to her
clit. He screwed a small corkscrew electrode up her pisshole and a larger one up
her rectum. He wired it all up and threw the switches. The electroshock machine
hummed wickedly, harsh and cruel.
Jelena's sweat-slick nude form arched up and vibrated in unbelievable
agony. Her whole naked body, jerking and heaving furiously, flushed a deep, deep
red. Her hips humped like a jackhammer. Underneath her, the metal table shook
savagely, a nine on the Richter scale. She screamed until the snot ran. Her
blood pressure skyrocketed. Mixing with her snot, her blood ran in twin
rivulets, like two thick red worms, from her flared nostrils. Her tits shook.
Her buttocks dimpled as her buns clenched to incredible tightness around the
anal electrode.
Captain Zukerman, an exacting craftsman, watched, at last satisfied. In
the fullness of time, he cut the power and listened to her confession.
It was as he thought. She knew nothing.
