This story is a piece of fiction. To my knowledge no torturer has ever revealed what he did to prisoners in this amount of detail. It is based on testimonies of some prisoners but a lot comes from the imagination.

First Days

Let me begin by saying I have read lots of stories about how we treated the female traitors and terrorists we arrested in South America . Some are very good and if they had lived in my country I would have wanted the writers in my team. None of the writers I have read actually has the personal knowledge of how we tortured female suspects. Normally we like to keep quiet about our activities, after all there is no point in putting a noose around one's neck is there? I am making an exception here because my friend has told me that I should not be selfish. Sometimes he sees me looking at a beautiful woman and he knows I am remembering the good old days when I could have had her arrested and taken back to the compound to be stripped, raped and tortured. My cock goes hard at the thought even as I write these words.

My story begins thirty years ago. My country was ruled by the Commies. A number of us knew things would have to change or the whole country would go to the dogs. Our northern friends felt the same and were keen to help. One day my commander asked me to dinner. After a pleasant meal we got down to business.

“Juan.” He said as he poured us another glass of wine, “I understand you are not happy with the way our country is going.”

“You are quite right.” I had had a little too much to drink and my tongue rang away with me. “We are going downhill fast. If these bastards are not stopped we will have nothing left. We should overthrow them and then hunt them down like rats.”

My commander smiled. “You are a good man Juan. I can tell you that we are not going to put up with it for much longer. When we are ready we shall strike hard and destroy this plague. We will need extra places to hold prisoners and the men to run them. Would you be interested?”

I am a soldier and I know my duty. “Of course Sir.”

“Before I accept your answer I need to be sure of something else. We need information from the prisoners and some of them may be stubborn. Would you object to applying some extra pressure to make them loosen their tongues?”

“If you mean would I be prepared to torture them, the answer is yes I would.”

“I knew I could rely on you Juan.”

We spent the rest of the evening discussing plans and when we parted I had my instructions.

Three weeks later we struck. There was little resistance. The first prisoners were brought to the camp within hours of the coup. I had a meeting to attend so was not there at the time. As soon as I got back to the camp I made an inspection. We had taken over a small empty factory in the suburbs. One of the workshops had been turned into holding cells while the other was to be used for torture sessions. I walked to the cells and had a look at our prisoners. They were a mixed bunch: young and old, male and female. One of the prisoners attracted my attention. She was a good looking young woman in her mid-twenties. I called the sergeant who had been placed in charge of the prisoners across from his card game.

“Who is she?”

He checked his sheet. “I don't remember her name but that will be on the sheet. She's a school teacher; I do know that – she only came in ten minutes ago.”

“Give me a piece of chalk.” We used chalk to mark the cell doors with any instructions. He watched me as I chalked ‘CO' on the door. “Do you know what that means, Sergeant?”

“No sir.”

“It means Colonel Only. She is not to be interrogated unless I am present. If anyone lets her be taken without my authorisation I shall have the Doberman rip their balls off. Understood?”

“Yes sir.”

“In future whenever a good looking woman comes in I want you to write CO on the door and let me know straight away.”

“Will do Sir.”

“And make sure the other men who look after the prisoners know too.”

I left the cell block and walked across to the torture chambers. I could hear the sound of scrams and cries before I got inside. Four torture chambers had been constructed with four cells in between. While prisoners were being interrogated others waited next door for their turn. We had been told the sound of the screams of torment weakened most people's resolve to resist.

The other thing that struck me was the stench. It turned my stomach. One of the NCOs later told me that when he had gone to the torture school the prisoners who were used as demonstration material had been given enemas before torture and I made it a standing instruction that the same thing should happen here.

At present it was only men that were being interrogated. I watched as one was beaten with baseball bats, another had his head pushed into soapy water. It was in the last room that I found Corporal Mendez. It was interesting because this was the room that generated the loudest and most prolonged screams. I went inside. A naked young man was tied to an iron bed frame. Mendez was standing over him with a cattle prod. As I watched Mendez pushed the tips against the man's balls and pressed a button. There was a sizzling sound and the prisoner almost broke his back trying to lift himself clear of the frame. The screech of agony almost burst my eardrums. Mendez counted to himself and then removed the prod.

“You may think you are a brave man but I doubt you can stand hours of this. I'm not going to let you die and I'm not going to let you become lose conscious for long. You see I'm an expert with this thing. Now where is Ferdinand?”

“I don't know. I swear I don't know……. AAAAGHH!”

“Wrong answer I'm afraid. We'll carry on for a bit longer shall we? Or perhaps you'd like us to try something different. Of course it may that your sister knows. I know lots of ways to loosen a woman's tongue.”

“No please she doesn't know anything I promise you.”

Mendez had pushed one of the tips of the prod into the prisoner's right nipple using as much force as he could. Then he pressed the button and held it for over a minute.

“AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”

I could smell burning flesh.

“If you don't tell us what we want to know, we'll get her in and you can watch me do to her what I've just done to you for hours. Have you ever heard a woman who is having electric shocks in her cunt? Take it from me it's the loudest noise I've ever heard. And of course if we've raped her first it's even worse.”

I could see tears running from the prisoner's eyes. In a broken voice he gave us the address. Two of the soldiers then untied him and took him back to the cells.

“I'm impressed, Corporal Mendez.” I said.

“Thank you Sir. I was lucky enough to have the best teacher in the business give me lessons.”

I looked at him quizzically.

“The Blonde Cobra.”

“I don't know him.” I said.

“She Sir. The Blonde Cobra is a woman – an American. She was a nurse in Vietnam . I don't know how she became a torturer but I do know she's one of the best. When it comes to torturing other women she is the best. Electricity, heat, acid, needles, animals, sexual, you name it she knows how to do it well.”

“She sounds interesting. I'd like to meet her one day.”

“That's not difficult Sir. She's here in our country. I'm seeing her tonight as a matter of fact. I can ask her to contact you if you like Sir.”

I nodded. “Please do so Corporal. Now there is another matter, there is a woman in the cells who I want you to interrogate but I want to be present. If you have finished perhaps you could deal with her next.”

“Yes sir. Of course Sir.”

I noticed some hesitation in his response,

“What's the matter? I thought you said you were an expert?”

“I am Sir but if you'll forgive me for saying so if you could wait till tomorrow I might be able to arrange for the Blonde Cobra to give you a demonstration. I promise it won't disappoint you Sir and if the woman is young and pretty it will be even better.”

“She is Corporal. Very well but I want her worked on tomorrow without fail. She may have important information.”

“Yes Sir.” Mendez saluted and I left him.

2 The Blonde Cobra

When I arrived the following morning I found Mendez waiting for me. He saluted.

“Good morning sir. Major Gomez, the Blonde Cobra said she will arrive between 10 and 10.30. She has some matters to arrange first. She would like to talk to you before we start interrogating the woman. I hope that is in order.”

“Yes Corporal”

He saluted and left.

When the Blonde Cobra arrived I was surprised. Firstly she was not blonde but black haired. She wore thin spectacles which did nothing to improve her appearance. Without her spectacles she would have been a good looker. She was also not alone. A man in plain clothes was with her. He introduced himself as Captain Hernandez from the secret police.

“I am here to assist Major Gomez in her work. She has made a number of proposals for the better handling of anti-State activists and she is currently gathering information for a report for the General. Incidentally Major Gomez is a cover name.”

I looked at him enquiringly but he said no more.

“I understand you have a female prisoner you would like me to torture.” the woman known as Major Gomez said. Her Spanish was impeccable with no trace of an American accent.

“Corporal Mendez told me you were the best and as you in town I thought it would be a good idea to learn some lessons.”

Gomez and Hernandez exchanged looks.

“Right. Let's get to work on her then.” Gomez said.

We walked across to the interrogation block. Mendez has arranged for one of the torture chambers to be kept free and was standing by in case he was needed. Two guards were dispatched to bring the woman over from the cells. While we were waiting Gomez inspected the room. She picked up the cattle prod.

“Is this all you have?” she asked.

“At the moment yes. We also have the tank and most of the men smoke so we can use lighted cigarettes plus clubs.” Mendez replied.

She sniffed. “You need more equipment.”

The cell door opened and the guards brought our first victim in. Gomez turned and walked over to her. She gripped the woman's chin in her hands and gazed into her eyes.

“Where is he.” she asked in a quiet voice.

“I don't know who you mean.”

“Don't play games with us or you'll be sorry. I am going to ask you again and this time I want the truth.”

“I tell you I don't know what you are talking about.”

“You silly little bitch. What we are going to do to you is something you are never going to forget. You are going to experience pain like you've never done before and you're going to beg us to kill you but we are not going to. Even when we've finished here you'll still feel the pain when you go back to your cell. Do you really think he's worth it? Do you think if he was here now he'd keep quiet to protect you?”

As if on cue a terrible scream came from the next cell. Then we heard someone sobbing “I'll talk.” I found out later Mendez had arranged for someone to listen in and scream at that moment. Gomez and he had arranged it the previous night.

“Hear that little one – men can't take the pain like women which means of course we have to hurt women far more.” Gomez continued.

I'm going to count to three and then we begin. We won't stop till I think we've got everything from you, and I'm not easily satisfied. One, two, three. Take your clothes off.” The last four words were snapped.

As the woman undressed she began crying.

We watched as she removed her clothes until she was standing in her underwear.

“Get those off.” Gomez snarled.

My breath began to quicken as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra. What were her tits going to be like? I was not disappointed they were firm and nicely sized with nice thimble shaped nipples. Gomez reached over and flicked them with her fingers. “Nice for the electrodes eh Corporal?” she grinned.

“Yes Sir” he replied.

“No please don't.” I think that for the first time the woman really understood that we were going to torture her.

As she removed her knickers Gomez said “Has she been raped yet Corporal?”

“No sir.”

The woman began screaming and pleading. Gomez punched her in the stomach. “Shut up.” she snapped. “You had your chance. I suggest the five of you take care of that now.” she said to us.

On my instructions the two guards and Mendez grabbed the woman and stretched her out on the table with her cunt over the edge.

“If you put across the table rather than along it one of you will be able to fuck her mouth at the same time.” Gomez said.

I nodded at the men and they shifted her round. As Hernandez and I undressed Gomez began taunting the woman as she lay begging for us not to rape her.

“Have you ever talked to a woman who has been raped little one? Apparently the pain is dreadful – they say it's like someone sticking a red iron into your cunt over and over again. Then when it's over you have the worry that you might be pregnant. Of course most men won't want to know you afterwards. Used goods you see. It hurts even more if they stick their cocks in your ass. Most of the men I know like to make the woman swallow their sperm – ever tried drinking lots of warm sticky salty sperm my dear? Not many women like the taste and say no but you won't be able to. Another funny thing is how rapists like to bite and pull nipples. I once saw a torturer tear a woman's nipple right off with his teeth while he was raping her. That's where we concentrated on with the electricity after they had finished. She nearly lost her mind with the pain. All she could do was beg us to kill her but we didn't. And don't think these will be the only men that will rape you. Now we've started we'll make sure you get raped every day sometimes by one man sometimes by ten. We'll probably stop this morning after a dozen. That should ensure your tits and cunt are hurting badly before we start the electrical shocks.'

I have to admit I found all this very arousing and I was as stiff as telegraph pole by the time I was ready. This would be the first woman I had ever raped and I wondered what it would feel like. As I placed my cock against the entrance to her cunt I looked into the woman's eyes. They were pleading with me. Then I pushed as hard as I could. My God it was tight. She was also completely dry. The scream she let out was awful but I just kept going. As I began to pump in and out Gomez gave me instructions.

“Remember the aim is to hurt her as much as possible. Go on ram it in hard. Twist it about inside her. Pull her nipples. Slap her tits.”

I am afraid all this was too much for me and before I had really got into my stride I felt the familiar feeling as my sperm gathered in my balls for the big spurt. One. Two. Three. Four and the trickle at the end. As I spurted I rammed my cock in as far as it would go and kept ramming hard. All the while the woman cried and screamed but I was having too much fun to care. I pulled my cock out covered in blood and sperm.

“Make her lick it clean.” Gomez suggested. Hernandez was ramming his cock into her ass by the time I got round to her head and she wouldn't keep her head still because of the terrible pain so Gomez held her head still but I was frightened in case she bit my cock in her agony so I contented myself with wiping my dick on her face. I drew the line at holding her while the enlisted men had their go so I popped my head out of the door and called for more guards. Then I sat back and watched the show. For two hours that woman was raped. In all twelve men fucked that woman in every position and in every hole. They came in her mouth (four times) her cunt (6 times) and her ass. All the while Gomez egged them on. Every time the woman passed out Gomez brought her round. She seemed intent on causing as much pain as she could to the woman's nipples. If the men were not biting them or pulling them then Gomez would.

At the end I looked at the woman she looked half dead. There was blood and semen all around her arse, cunt and mouth. I doubted whether she would be fit enough to torture. I had reckoned without Gomez. A hose connected to the cold water supply was brought in and the semi-conscious woman hosed down.

“Strap her to the grill.” Gomez ordered. The two guards picked up the woman who was now crying and moaning with pain and the cold and strapped her wrists and ankles to the bed. Her legs and arms were wide apart and I could see her cunt and ass were red and inflamed.

“Have a good look Sir,” Gomez said to me, “the outer lips of her cunt should be badly damaged we should be able to make her really scream when we start work down there.”

I did as she suggested.

“Now then little one, you have another chance to tell us where he is or I start work with this.” Gomez said as she showed the girl the electrical baton. She pressed the button and a spark snapped from one terminal to the other.

The woman cried out “I don't know…..”

Before she had finished Gomez touched the tip to her ear and pressed the button.

“That's just for starters. We're going to put a piece of leather in your mouth so you can't bite your tongue off when the pain builds up. It will stop you from talking so if you want to tell us something you had better do it now. No? OK Corporal.”

Mendez pushed a leather strap between the woman's teeth and buckled it behind her head.

“There are a number of places where electrical stimulation works well Sir” Gomez said. “The lips, the eyes, under the armpits, the navel.” As she mentioned each place Gomez touched the woman there and pressed the button holding it for varying lengths of time.

“All of them have nerve endings but of course the most sensitive spots are those in the breasts especially the nipples, and the vagina.”

Gomez gently stroked the 2 spikes of the baton over and round the woman's breasts as she spoke and then ran the baton across the woman's naked stomach towards the dense thatch of black pubic hair. As she did so I noticed the woman's eyes fill with terror. Gomez circled the area and pressed the button.

“Don't forget the power of surprise.” Gomez said. Then she moved the tip of the baton so it was touching the woman's anus and pressed the button holding it for about 20 seconds. Suddenly there was a terrible smell as the woman lost control of her bowels.

“For Chrissake Mendez didn't you give her an enema?” Gomez snarled.

“I forgot Sir.”

“Get this mess cleaned up right away.”

As Mendez and the guards swilled the stinking mess away Gomez muttered to me “I never could stand the smell of shit when I'm torturing someone. I lose concentration. That's why I always insist they have an enema first.” She lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. When the floor was clean Gomez returned to her victim.

Seeing the men were just about to stow the hose she ordered them to spray the woman first. The cold water made the woman cry out but Gomez just laughed.

“It increases the effect little one. We going to start on your tits now and I don't want you to lose the full force.”

So saying she began rubbing the spikes of the prod over the woman's left breast. Suddenly she pressed the button and pushed the spikes as hard as she could into the flesh. She held it for 30 seconds before switching the power off. The woman screamed and writhed on the bed and I could smell burning flesh. Gomez repeated the operation on the woman's right breast but kept the current on longer. For ten minutes she kept giving the woman shocks on her tits before finally saying “You know what's next don't you?” and pushing the prod against her right nipple. To my surprise she only gave 3 seconds before switching the current off.

“Have you got another prod?” she asked.

Mendez left the room and brought 2 more prods with him.

“You read my mind” she smiled. “Give the Colonel one.”

Mendez handed me the baton and I walked over to the bed.

“We are going to attack both breasts together. Concentrate on her nipples and the bottom half. That's where the nerves are concentrated. The areoles aren't really that sensitive but most men like to shock them anyway. Vary the time you shock her – sometimes don't press the button just let her think you are going to. The anticipation can be bad. If I tell you to stop do so straight away – we don't want her to die on us. OK? Here we go.”

I pressed the tips of the prod against her nipple and switched the power on – she moved so much that I had trouble keeping the tips in place.

“Push the tip in hard” Gomez advised. I did as she suggested. For twenty minutes we worked on her. After a while Gomez began moving her prod around the woman's body and I concentrated on both breasts. Then she placed the tip of her prod against the woman's clitoris and switched the current on. The woman's screams and cries had been terrible but she made a sound that I have never heard a human being make. I had become more and more turned on and I nearly came in my pants.

Gomez looked across and saw the bulge in my pants. “Having trouble Sir?”

For some reason I blushed.

“If you want to jack off on her be my guest. It adds to her humiliation. I tell you what I'll jack you off while you work on her nipples. Make sure you cum on her face then she'll have the stickiness of your sperm on her skin and the smell in her nose.”

Well she was the specialist wasn't she? What could I do but go along with her instructions.

Afterwards we changed places and I gave the woman the electricity in her cunt and arse. I could see Gomez approved of the way I moved the prod inside the woman's vagina shocking different parts and alternating the length of each shock.

I am afraid to say that I was disappointed when the woman talked once we removed the strap. She gave us everything she knew.

“That went well didn't it Sir.” Gomez said after the woman was taken back to her cell.

I couldn't help but agree. It was far better than I had ever expected.

“Let's go and have a drink.” I said.

(To be continued)

I realize that it is some time since I wrote the first chapter of my story. You must forgive the delay but I have been busy moving house. Somebody tipped off those busy body meddlers in our county’s Justice Department and they began snooping.

When I finished last time I was about to describe our special unit. In view of what has happened I think it would be unwise to give too much detail about that now. It is enough for you to know that a special unit was set up with the aim of terrorising opponents and securing their co-operation by torturing or thraetening to torture their loved ones. My section dealt with the female relatives. We were located in a quiet part of the country. Prisoners were brought to us but only held for a short time.

One of my main tasks was to turn opponents into collobarators who would then be used to infiltrate our enemies’ organisations and betray them. Nothing undermines your enemies better than distrust and suspicion amongst themselves.

The normal routine was to bring the target and his family to the centre and make them watch the torture of other prisoners. By this time some of the torture methods used by our colleagues in the secret police were known so we developed new methods of applying pain. It was very important that our targets  should realize that if they did not co-operate and were returned to us with their families they would hear the agonized screams of their wives and daughters for a very long time as they were subjected to days and weeks of torture. Over the doorway to the torture block I ordered the sign ‘Welcome to Women’s Hell’ to be painted. Our medical facilities were second to none – medicos from the secret police came to be trained in how to keep their female torture victims alive.

Just after I finished writing the first chapter of my memoirs I had a visitor. Many years ago Juan had served with the police department, he retired some years ago but still has friends there. He had a briefcase with him. After we had talked for a while he suddenly asked “Do you know what happened to the men you worked with after the General retired?”

“No. It was best we went our separate ways when the unit was disbanded so that our enemies would find it harder to track us down. I haven’t seen any of them since.”

“Two weeks ago a man called Alfredo Gonzales was knocked down by a car as he tried to cross a busy road. He was trying to escape from a group of men who were chasing him. They said he was a torturer with the unit. The old man who was with them identified him – he said he watched Gonzales torture his wife for days. One of the patrolmen tipped me off so I could search Gonzales’s apartment before the Justice Department did. It was a good thing I did because I found these hidden there.”

Juan opened the briefcase and pulled out a number of notebooks and passed them over.

“In those notebooks Gonzales recorded the details of most of his torture sessions. He worked with you in the unit – Gonzales was the Bull.”

“Shit.” was all I could think of to say.

Of all the vicious, sadistic torturers I ever met the Bull was the best. A woman he worked on was doomed to hours of terrible pain. His skill in using the tried and tested methods was legendary and his imagination in dreaming up new tortures was unsurpassed. He could keep going for hours too. Needless to say we used him a lot in the unit.

After Juan had gone I began to read. I realized then that instead of you reading my account of those days you might prefer to read the Bull’s. So here it is. The names have been changed of course but all the descriptions of the torture sessions are as he wrote them. Occasionally I have improved the grammar and words. After all you have to remember he was employed as a torturer not a writer. In the book he actually wrote the date. I have dropped that and given each day a number.

Day One

Today I began my duties at V… Our squad arrived at the base and we were met by a Sergeant. He began by reminding us that we had been specially selected by the officers in the training camp and that we were involved in secret work vital to national security. The penalty for betrayal would be death, not just for us but our families. To talk of what we saw in the camp would be punished by death.

After his introduction we were marched around the camp and posted at different places. The prisoners were kept in a large building, men and women together. I was taken to a smaller building and posted just outside the front door. It was, as I soon discovered, the place where interrogations and torture was carried out.

The first scream shook me a bit I can tell you. It was a man but whatever they did to him made him scream like an animal. After a while I got used to it. I had been there about an hour when the door opened and 2 plain clothes men came out. They walked across to the building where the prisoners were held and came back with a woman who was aged about 30.

A few minutes after they had taken her inside I heard a terrible scream, the worst I had heard all morning. It shook me but oddly enough it also excited me. I could feel my cock stiffening in my pants. As each scream came from the woman inside my cock got harder and harder and I was terrified I was going to cum in my pants. Then the sergeant turned up.

“Everything all right soldier?”

“Yes Sergeant.”

He nodded and looked at me. My face was flushed and I was sweating. My trousers felt as if a tent pole was stuck inside them.

“Are you sure? Sometimes this place upsets people at first, but those men in there have an important job to do. It’s thanks to them that we are winning this war against the Commies.”

Another terrible scream came from the woman inside. I counted to ten and wondered what the penalty was for creaming your pants. Then he looked at me more closely.

“A lot of men can’t bear to listen when they have a woman in there but you have to remember a woman can take more pain than a man. It’s in their nature. Try standing outside a labour ward in the maternity hospital if you don’t believe me.”

“It’s not that Sergeant…….”

“Oh. I know what your problem is soldier. You want to have a look don’t you?”

Another soldier was just passing and the sergeant called him over and told him to take over from me for a few minutes. He opened the door and told me to follow him. There was another door in front of us. When he opened it I was shocked by the smell. Piss, shit and blood. Then there was another scream. He knocked on a door and went in. There were four men in the room and the woman I had seen earlier. She was stark naked and fastened to an iron bedstead. Two of the men had cattle prods in their hands. One of them reached across the bed and pressed the tip hard into her nipple while the other pushed his prod into her vagina. I could see that the two torturers were used to working together. The first let the current flow for a minute while the other waited. As soon as the first had finished the second switched his on for about the same time bfore nodding to his mate who began letting the juice flow into the woman’s nipple again. The screams the woman let out as they applied the electricity to her nipples and cunt was bad but when they did both together she made noises which I’ve never a human being make before.

The officer in charge turned to my sergeant and asked what we wanted. There was a lot of laughter from the torturers as he explained. The officer looked at me at then at the woman on the bed.

“You hear that bitch. You think you are so fucking brave and all you are doing is making the guards horny. Shall I let him rape you?”

The woman started begging him not to so of course they undid the straps and threw her on the floor. I could hardly wait. My pants were soon down around my knees and I was just about to ram home when the officer stopped me.

“No. Stick it in her ass. Then she can use her mouth to clean you up when you’ve finished.”

I had never fucked a woman in the ass and didn’t really want to start but I knew if I didn’t do what I was told I would never get another chance. It was incredibly tight and all the while she screeched in my ear so it must have hurt her like hell. As I came I pushed as deep into her as I could. I also had the bright idea of twisting her nipples as hard as I could as I pumped her. The racket she made then was awful and I could see her eyes beginning to go glassy. I didn’t want the bitch missing anything I was doing to her so stopped working her nipples and eased off the pumping. I just let myself squirt into her then I pulled out. My cock was covered in blood, shit and cum. I grabbed her head and pinched her nose so she had to open her mouth then I put my cock in. I could see she was about to puke so I pulled it out and wiped it clean on her hair instead.

I was then told to go back to my post. They were putting her back on the iron bedframe as I left and the screaming started again as I walked back.

Day Two

It has been about a fortnight since I was allowed to take part in the torture of that woman resistance worker and I had given up hope of having another go when Sergeant G…. told me I was to report for extra duty that night at 11.30.

When I arrived at the barracks there were a van parked there which I did not recognize. Sergeant G told me that we were to tranfer a number of prisoners to secret police headquarters. Apparently we hadn’t managed to wring enough information from them and a decision had been made that the experts in the secret police should work on them. I was part of the force ordered to guard them en route.

The prisoners did not put up any fight and our drive to the secret police’s HQ at Base Orange was quiet. I was pretty angry at losing sleep for such a mission but when I got to Base Orange I had a nice surprise. Who should I see but my old mate Julio.

Julio was working for the secret police. He had a word with our Lieutenant who was commanding the guard squad and I was left behind. After I had told him about what had happened with the woman I began beefing about how I thought I should be working in the torture chambers instead of guarding prisoners. Julio asked me if I would like to have a look around.

“Unfortunately because you are not a member of *** I cannot take you into a torture room while someone is being tortured.”

The interrogation rooms were located in the basement of the building. Although Julio was not allowed to take me into an occupied torture chamber there was one free. The first thing that impressed me was the equipment available to the torturers to loosen tongues. Besides the metal bedframe there were X shaped wooden frames mounted against the walls to which prisoners could be attached. On a table various torture instruments were placed ready for use. There were a number of pieces of equipment designed for applying electricity which I found interesting. I told Julio about me idea for an electrode shaped like a huge cock which could be used on women prisoners and he smiled. What was particularly interesting to me was the range of equipment available for burning tortures but I didn’t really get much of a chance to look as someone needed to use the room for a prisoner who had just been brought in.

Although we couldn’t go in inside any of the rooms I could hear from the long screams of pain that these guys really knew their stuff when it came to torture. I said as much to Julio and he grinned. “The Chief doesn’t like unconscious or dead prisoners. He says neither will tell you anything. It keeps our guys on their toes and means we are the best fucking torturers in the country.”

It was then that I told him that I would have liked to have been selected for ***. He looked thoughtful and led me along a corridor. We went into a room with chairs and tables which was clearly some kind of rest room. From next door I could hear a woman.

“No please don’t rape me. I’ll tell you anything you want to know only please don’t rape me.”

The only response she got was a lot of laughter and comments.

“That’s the rape room. We use it to punish people who annoy us. The bitch in there made a nasty comment about one of our officer’s wives. Now she is about to be given a good fucking by a dozen guys from the rape squad. She won’t know what has hit her believe me. Those guys really know what they are doing. One day I went in and I saw this bitch lying on the ground with two cocks in her cunt and I mean big cocks not small ones. They split her so badly she had to be stitched up.”

There was a loud scream. “Sounds like they have started. Shame you can’t watch.”

At that moment another guard came in and Julio asked him if he knew where 32 was. I later found out that all the torturers called themselves Oscar to confuse the prisoners, using a number to distinguish themselves. Julio was 73.

The guard told us and we went off again. We found 32 in a room with his pants round his ankles. Two really beautiful girls in their late teens were naked in front of him. One of the girls had his cock in her mouth and was sucking him. The other girl was holding a wine glass. We watched as the first girl sucked him like her life depended on it. When 32 began to grunt she pulled her mouth away and the other girl placed the end of the glass over his wet cock and began to jerk him off. After she had finished jerking him off into a glass. She passed it back to the first girl who was just lifting it to her lips when he stopped her.

“No. Give to him to put some more in.” He nodded towards Julio. “You,” pointing to the second girl “use your mouth on him.”

As the girl sucked him off Julio explained that I wanted to join *** as a torturer.

Thirty-two looked me up and down and then said “Wank yourself into that glass.”

When I pulled my stiff cock out of my trousers he nodded approvingly. “Good cunt splitter you have there.” Before I could come Julio began grunting rapidly and I had to pass the glass to him. This time it was the first girl who milked him into the glass. Then it was my turn. It seemed that because I was not a member of *** I would have to do everything myself. Just to show I was as good as them I actually jerked off twice into the glass.

Thirty-two handed the half full glass of sperm to the first girl. “Drink it.” he snapped.

I could see the girl did not want to but she was obviously too frightened to disobey. We all watched as she lifted the glass to her mouth and tilted it so that the sperm ran down. She managed to swallow the lot but 32 was not satisfied. “Run your fingers around the inside to collect the rest and then lick them clean. I want to see that glass nice and clean or you know what will happen to you.”

Once the girls were finished with 32 had them returned to the cells.

“So you want to be a torturer do you? Well there is only one way to find out if you will be any good. Ever heard of the penknife test?”

I shook my head.

“It’s how we test people. Come with me.”

When I got down to the cells I was taken into one where a man who had been very badly tortured was lying on the floor. He was barely conscious. I was given a small penknife. My task was to make the man scream for as long as possible just using the penknife. I was not allowed to use any of the most sensitive parts of his body like his cock. I did it by cutting a slit in the man’s arm and using the blade to peel back some skin.

After a few minutes 32 said “Well done.” I had passed the test.