MARIA PART I
The girl lay spread-eagled naked on an iron bedframe whose legs had been bolted
into the stone floor. Her slim, pale body was stretched out by the leather
restraints attached to her wrists and ankles. In addition, a pair of straps
looped over each knee held her thighs apart, exposing her vulva, which was
topped by a dark thatch of pubic hair. She had struggled hard as she was being
strapped down by the guards, even biting one and earning herself a welt on her
right cheekbone, but now she seemed to have accepted her position. She was
staring at him intently with a familiar look of fear and incomprehension as he
flexed a thin metal catheter which he had just selected from a tray of
instruments.
Maria watched the man as he approached, her eyes following the tip of the long
steel rod which wavered as he clipped a red lead to one end. Instinctively she
tried to close her legs as he placed his hands between them, but the restraints
at her ankles and knees prevented any such movement. She wanted to open her
mouth, to say something to distract him from his purpose, but as she felt his
fingers part her labia and the steel point probing against her flesh, she was
frozen with fear. The paralysis was broken when she winced sharply as he found
her urethra and began introducing the length of metal. By the time he was
satisfied with the depth, she was sobbing gently. She needed to urinate, but
couldn't and the tube burned all the way into her bladder. She was now too
embarrassed even to look at the man's face, let alone speak. Abruptly he stood
up and, taking the other end of the lead, walked over to the box on the table.
He seemed to be fiddling with some connection, but his back was towards her
hiding her view.
When he turned round, he was holding another metal device, trailing this time a
black lead. She let out an involuntary "No..." at the sight of it: a thick probe
clearly designed to be placed into her vagina. Transfixed, she watched as he
applied some kind of gel around the tip and she lifted her head to look down her
body as he moved again between her legs. She expected to feel his fingers on her
labia but was even more distressed when the blunt metal tip was placed against
her anus.
"Push" he said, harshly --the first word he had spoken to her. Instead she
resisted but with a single movement he forced it inside her, eliciting a grunt
from the back of her throat as the metal plug stretched and filled her. Never
had anyone put something up there before, and again she started sobbing with
discomfort and humiliation.
Her eyes full of tears, she did not notice what he was doing next until she felt
a hand on her right breast. Looking down she saw that he was about to attach a
wire ending in a circular brass hoop to her nipple, which he was now rolling
between his fingers to make stand proud. The sensation of his hand on her body
was disgusting to her and for a moment she was reminded of the rough hands of
the guards as she was being stripped and brought to the room. Gripping her flesh
between his thumb and forefinger, he passed the hoop over the pink tip with his
other hand. With nipple and clamp clasped together he produced a screwdriver
from somewhere at her side and proceeded to tighten a screw at the base of the
hoop. The metal bit into her flesh and she reacted with a loud "Ow" as it
reached the necessary fit. Now she tried to catch his eye but he did not look up
as he worked. Swiftly he repeated the procedure on her left breast --clearly he
was well practised. She yelped as he tugged on the leads to check that the
clamps held firm.
Following the leads from her breasts and between her legs over to the box on the
table, she finally accepted what had been clear from the moment she was strapped
to the bedframe: that she was going to be tortured. Her brain had been
effectively rejecting this idea as impossible, despite the evident and elaborate
preparations, but the inescapable reality was finally pushing its way through.
She began to blurt out words, begging him not to do it, telling him she'd
cooperate, behave, do whatever he wanted. Her voice sounded to her hollow, as if
someone else within her was speaking the words. His only response was to turn
towards her, holding what looked like a piece of wood with thick metal wire
looped through eyeholes at either end.
"I'm going to put this in your mouth", he said blandly, "you will find that you
bite down on it". Taking her by the hair, he ordered her to open and forced the
wooden bit between her teeth. Cradling her raised head in his right arm, he
proceeded to twist the two wires around the back. As the wires were tightened,
she felt the bit being pulled back, stretching the sides of her mouth and
digging the wires into her cheeks. What upset her most, since she had time to
think as he worked, was that this was not designed to be removed easily and
would evidently be in place for some time. The sole consolation was that it was
taking her mind off her other discomforts: the burning in her urethra, the
pressure on her bowels, the stinging of her nipples, the chafing of the
restraints at her extremities.
Having finished tightening the bit, he let her head drop back onto the steel
frame of the bed. The bit was uncomfortable and she could not move her jaw. For
some reason it made her even more fearful than had the other operations. As he
walked back to the table, she was breathing heavily, even hyperventilating, and
she watched her chest rising and falling, carrying the electric leads and clamps
up and down, the metal glinting under the bright lamp overhead. She looked up at
the lamp. It was almost blinding but somehow staring at it gave her some comfort
as her eyes filled with purple spots. This moment of calm was broken by his
voice.
"I will now starting using this machine on you. After three hours I will be
joined by a colleague and at that time you will have the opportunity to answer
certain questions which he will put to you. If you cooperate and answer
truthfully, we will close this session for today. If your answers are
unsatisfactory, we will continue with the machine for a further period". So it
was finally about to begin, she thought. She was very frightened. She had no
idea what to expect, she wanted more time to prepare herself, but now it was
about to happen, beyond her control. She swallowed some saliva and started to
choke.
The phone, which she had previously not noticed, rang. He picked it up,
apparently slightly annoyed. She tried to listen to the conversation but her
mind was unable to focus on the words. His speech was unintelligible --she
couldn't even be sure it was English. Then she heard the word "OK" and he put
down the receiver with a dull click. Almost at once she saw his hand move
towards a switch on the machine.
Pain, unbelievable pain. Her head was thrust back as her body bucked and
strained, her upper back rising rigid from the bed, her biceps contracting while
her body stretched against the restraints. As the electric current flowed into
her nipples, she felt as if her breasts were being penetrated by sharp knives
which were then being slowly turned in the wounds. The pain was excruciating and
her jaw clamped down hard on the wood. Her face was contorted, teeth and gums
visible, eyes rolling and a noise somewhere between a scream and a growl was
coming from her mouth. Playing with a dial on the front of the machine, he
increased the current. At this, the pain in her breasts actually decreased a
little for some reason and she stopped screaming. But the small part of her
brain which could still think registered utter horror as she felt a cold hand
close around her heart and begin to stifle its beat.
She could not breathe and a dull pain began to flow across her chest and into
her armpits, where it seemed to coagulate and produce a very sharp sensation, as
if her arms were being removed at the shoulders. Her lips began to turn blue.
Then it stopped and she collapsed back down on the bed, spluttering,
hyperventilating uncontrollably, her heart beating irregularly as if it were
about to burst. Her breasts, now covered with a film of sweat, heaved up and
down with the effort of breathing, the loops around her nipples again glinting
in the harsh light. He allowed her several minutes in this state and gradually
her breathing returned to a more normal level. Her eyes still rolled around,
unable to focus, until he picked up her head up by the hair and locked his eyes
with hers. She began to think again.
When he saw that she was beginning to recover, he walked back to the table and
sat down. She saw a mug of tea or coffee on the table, which she didn't remember
from earlier. As soon as she realised that he was about to activate the machine
again, she completely lost control of her senses. Screaming, shaking, thrashing
against her bonds, she showed the usual signs of utter panic that subjects
displayed before their second dose. He waited patiently until he saw that her
strength was ebbing and she was beginning to calm slightly, then flicked another
switch on the machine. This time, the current ran between the wire placed deep
into her bladder and the plug lodged in her rectum. The first sensation for her
was not pain, but the simultaneous contraction of her rectal and vaginal
muscles. There was clearly some cycling to the current, because her muscles
contracted and relaxed uncontrollably. Then something happened and she felt a
pain worse that she could have imagined explode from her urethra into her
bladder, across her clitoris and deep into her bowels. No screams this time,
just a hissing from between her clenched teeth. Her body was completely rigid,
quivering slightly, and she began to sweat profusely, with rivulets trickling
across her breasts, belly and thighs.
He played for a while with the current control, watching her convulse. His eyes
were drawn to her black pubic hair, and he craned his neck to see better the
effect the current was having on her genitals. He was interested to observe her
vagina twitching, as if trying to grasp something. She was in good condition: he
would certainly rape her before calling for her to be removed. When her hissing
became a disturbing gurgle, he turned off the current again. The room eventually
stopped spinning for her and she started to cry. It began as little sobs between
gulps of air then grew until she was bawling like a child abandoned by its
mother.
The next time he activated the machine, he applied current to her upper and
lower body together. With his right hand he played with the current control
dial, while with his left he casually stroked his erection, which was pressing
somewhat uncomfortably against his trousers. He thought he should loosen them
but he was too absorbed in the sight of the girl on the bed writhing in agony to
do so. Sometimes he would reduce the current, allowing her to recover her senses
sufficiently to try to beg for it to stop, her words garbled by the action of
the wooden bit, on other occasions he would turn the dial up as far as he was
confident, watching her body rise rigid from the bed, her only movements a
slight quivering of her torso and sweat pouring from every gland.
Some time later, she did not hear the knocking at the door, the man sliding his
chair back from the table, and another man entering the room. When the current
was turned off, she felt hands around her head and, as her eyes cleared, saw a
new face in front of hers. After some tugging at the back of her head, the bit
was pulled out from between her teeth and her head was allowed to roll back. She
tried to scream but found it impossible: she could barely move. She felt as if
she had been run over, crushed. Her arms and legs were numb and she wasn't sure
if she would be able to move them again. Her breasts, genitals and rectum felt
raw and burnt and she wanted to look down her body to see the damage but lacked
the energy to raise her head. During her torture, she had tried to keep her eyes
locked on the bright lamp to keep some sense of orientation but now she found
the light oppressive and she turned her head to one side, away from the two men
seated next to her.
Someone was talking to her. She turned her head and tried to focus on the men
seated at the table. Something was wrong with her hearing because the words
sounded as if they were coming through water. The voice was raised: harsh words,
but she couldn't follow what he was saying. Then another voice, her torturer's.
They were talking about her and she caught a few words. "Dazed...problem with
electricity...try later...tomorrow...nice tits...cunt...give her some more
anyway".
She felt completely helpless as the wooden bit was put back in her mouth and the
wires tightened. She was cold, the sweat steaming off her damp body. She didn't
understand what was happening, why she hadn't been asked the questions. Then
someone flicked a switch on the machine and she knew again where she was.
Some time later he turned off the machine and watched Maria's body slump back
onto the bedframe. This time, her eyes were closed and her head lolled to one
side. A trickle of drool and white foam emerged from the corner of her mouth. He
was irritated: he'd pushed the current up just a little too far and she'd passed
out. She'd now be useless until the following day. He thought again about raping
her but decided instead to pick up the phone and call for the guards. He then
removed the bit from the mouth of the unconscious girl and unscrewed the clamps
from her nipples. Before proceeding, he placed a finger into her vagina and was
disappointed to find it quite dry. He then pulled out the plug, easily now that
her muscles were slack, and withdrew the tube from her urethra. He allowed the
guards to remove her restraints and, as he watched them carry the girl from the
room, reflected that, despite the failure of the interrogation, it had been a
good session.
