Cell Mate

CELL MATE

 

This is a story that was stuck in my head for a while before I managed to find a bit of time and get it down on paper.  Hope you enjoy it.  All comments, hate mail, love letters, job offers, etc can be sent to mothbrad@yahoo.com.au

 

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Greg sat in his office, shuffling papers at his desk absent mindedly.  It was only 10:00am, and already he wanted to get on with his work, but there were always administrative tasks to be done.  As head of the Secret Police, in a society in which there was not even meant to be such a thing, he had to lead something of a double life. One part was the real work, which he always told himself he was the luckiest man alive to be doing, while the other part was following the daily routine of a public servant, which bored the hell out of him.  Oh well, he sighed to himself, it's a means to an end.

 

Although only 33 years of age, Greg had risen quickly through the ranks, and in fact had been one of the innovators of the secret police program.  His specialty was in getting to the bottom of the matter, finding out the truth when it would have stayed obscure if only traditional policing methods were allowed.  And if he happened to enjoy his job just a little too much, well ... the government was happy that he was getting the job done.  There was no paper trail to be followed regarding his investigations - there was strictly a 'don't ask, don't tell' attitude to his work that usually was completed in isolated rooms below the city, away from prying eyes.

 

Greg occasionally noticed movement in his pants, and that nice, warm feeling he got when he thought about his favourite hobbies, as he looked through the files in front of him.  Each of them was of a woman who had been arrested for some crime or misdemeanor, and who had to be processed.  He knew that it was not accidental that the ratio of women to men among those arrested was so high - the highest in the world, in fact.  It was not due to women taking up more crime, but rather due to the number of offenses that women could be arrested for, in a society that was becoming increasingly misogynistic.  Feminists were becoming rarer, or at least the ones that had the courage to speak up, and when one did show her head, she was often brought in to his office to be shown the error of her ways.

 

There were a number of typical files in his hand at that moment.  He flicked through the first one - Carly, twenty one years of age, an agitator at a college campus who was campaigning for social justice for women, plain looking and boring.  He knew that he would end up with her in one of his rooms shortly, but he was not especially looking forward to it.  Greg had a cruel side that got to play out in those interviews, but he always preferred the girls to be better looking.  "Better to get to torture a plain girl than most other jobs", he thought to himself, reassuringly.  He had a new toy which he liked to use on the plainer girls - a hood that covered their faces completely and induced somewhat of a claustrophobic nightmare in them.  Simple, effective, and best of all, he didn't have to look at them.

 

Two other similar files also got a cursory glance, each with similarly typical women involved, until he reached a file that was not the standard yellow, but was a bright blue.  There was a note on it from Graham at the front desk: "Not the same old story - thought you'd enjoy seeing this one".  Greg raised his eyebrows as he opened the file up, and almost fell out of his chair when he saw the photograph included.  An exotic looking woman in her early twenties named Maria, with long dark hair, brown almond shaped eyes, perfect skin and the most amazing pair of tits that Greg had ever seen, was starting up at him suggestively. 

 

The photograph looked more like it came from a glamour shoot than a police mug-shot, and Greg knew that all of his buttons had been pushed by this one.  He could not wait to get her in for questioning, and almost overlooked the highlighted text in the file, which he read with his eyes getting wider by the moment:

 

"Maria Stonetta, twenty one, was involved in a 'play party' at an underground nightclub for S&M aficionados.  She was dominating a nineteen year old woman named Tina Belle when things went wrong.  Ms Belle was suspended by her arms and was being whipped by Ms Stonetta when Ms Belle felt something crack in her arms.  Ms Belle claims that she used their agreed upon 'safe word' to attempt to end the session immediately and be taken for needed medical treatment, however Ms Stonetta ignored her calls and proceeded to publicly masturbate while watching Ms Belle's arms be ruined beyond repair.  Ms Belle is now in a hospital awaiting surgery, and has insisted that Ms Stonetta be sent to jail as a pathological sadist who went beyond the bounds of normal deviant play".

 

The matter of fact way in which the report was written was not as surprising as it might have been in another jurisdiction.  Everyone in the office was more than aware of the practices of deviant sex - they only had to think back to their last Christmas Party for that - and they also would have written that especially for Greg, who had a reputation in the office for being on the extreme side of the ledger when it came to that sort of thing. 

 

Living up to that reputation, Greg cancelled the rest of his appointments for the day and told his secretary that he would be dealing exclusively with Ms Maria Stonetta. He knew that one way or the other; he would have a great deal of fun with her, even if he only had a play with those magnificent tits she was brandishing.  He arranged to have her taken to interrogation room #4 - a small office deep in the bowels of the building, in the section that required the highest security clearance to enter.  Finishing up his paperwork, he rushed over there as quickly as he could.

 

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Maria Stonetta sat quietly in her chair, looking around the walls of the office she found herself in.  There was a strange feeling in the room - almost like, dare she say to herself - a dungeon - several floors below ground, far from civilisation.  The room was sparsely decorated - white walls, locked cabinets and cupboards against two of the walls, a large desk and two chairs on either side of the desk.  The desk itself, made of non-descript wood, was clear with the exception of two pens and an empty note pad.

 

Maria was glad that she had dressed up in her best clothes - black high heels, a red dress with plunging neckline, and - most unnecessarily - an enhancing bra.  She always knew how to position her chest in such a way to get the best result when dealing with men, whether in business or in life, and she was sure this policeman would be no exception.  When the officer walked in, and introduced himself as Greg, she felt a momentary chill down her spine followed by a strange warmth.  She told herself she better watch it and not get attracted to him, or else he would hold the upper hand.

 

Sitting down in the chair behind the desk, Greg kept his focus on the file in his hand, only glancing up at the woman briefly, confirming that she was even more stunning in the flesh than in the photograph he had seen.  "Ms Stonetta, it seems from your file that this is a most unusual case.  You were involved in some deviant sexual acts, I understand?"

 

Maria blushed slightly, noticing the inflection in the man's voice that hinted that he was not in any way disgusted by that fact.  "Yes, sir, I was."

 

"And in the course of one of these deviant sexual acts, you caused permanent injury to another woman, is that correct?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Do you feel bad about having done that?"

 

Maria wanted to lie - to say that she felt terrible and that she would do anything to make it up to the poor girl, but there was that feeling about the man's questions again.  What was it about his voice that hit her so hard?

 

"I don't feel bad, no. I guess I'm a bad person."  Maria had intended that last phrase to be accompanied by her standard super-feminine eye-fluttering chest-thrusting pose, but as she started to do that, she looked up and saw the man's eyes.  The expression he wore was like the occasional man that she would meet at clubs who would enjoy hearing about her sadistic exploits.  For years she had been ashamed of her passions and her desires, until about a year earlier, when she decided that her pleasure was more important than social propriety.  She had met some interesting people since that decision, and she wondered if this policeman was to be another of those.

 

"Did you, Maria, masturbate while watching this woman be permanently injured?"

 

The directness of the question threw Maria off a little, but it also seemed to confirm her suspicions.  She was still unsure whether he was a youthful 'dirty old man' who would get off on her story and then hypocritically turn around and throw the book at her, or whether there was something deeper going on.

 

"Yes I did."

 

"Do you know why you did that?"  Greg knew that it was a strange question, but he wanted to see where this would take them.

 

"It was so hot watching her up there, I couldn't do anything else."  Greg knew that he was not imagining it when he noticed a sparkle in the woman's eyes when she said that.  He wondered if she was enjoying reliving the experience right then and there.

 

Greg stood up and walked around the desk until he was standing above Maria.  He took the opportunity to get a good look down the front of her dress, and she even gave him a little more cleavage than normal.  "Maria, there's something I would like you to see.  If you would accompany me ...” Knowing that she had little choice, and that her curiosity was peaked already, Maria stood up and moved towards the door. 

 

"You will need to be handcuffed, just as standard procedure, you understand."  Maria understood well.  It would have been strange if someone who looked at her that way when she was telling her story did not have a pair of handcuffs handy at all times.  "Let's go."

 

Leading Maria down the hallway, Greg could not help himself from letting a short, happy tune come out in a whistle.  This was sure to be one of the most interesting ones yet.

 

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The corridor took about five minutes to walk down, and as they turned their third corner, Maria began to wonder where on earth she was being taken.  Finally, they reached a door which Greg opened with a key on his chain, and they entered a small room.  There was nothing in the room except for three chairs facing a curtain, and two small loudspeakers on tables on either side of the room.

 

"Maria, I'm going to turn off the light and open the curtain shortly.  I would like your response to what you see.  I would appreciate it if you did not make too much noise while we are in this room, although you can ask me questions if you need to."  With the light off, Greg pulled apart the curtains to reveal that they were looking in on another room.

 

The adjoining room was similar to the one that Maria had been in when she had first met Greg, with a couple of differences.  The first was that this one had what looked like a large dentists chair in the middle of it.  Maria could not believe her eyes - she worked out straight away what the room was, and with a little fear and quite a bit of excitement blurted it out.  "A Torture Chamber!"

 

Greg merely grinned, and knocked three times on the glass.  A moment later, two large guards brought in what looked like a late teenaged girl, who was dressed in punkish clothes and had long dyed red hair.  Maria could not hear what was happening, but she watched attentively to see what would happen next.  The two guards placed the girl in the dentists chair and tied down her legs and arms.  Greg flicked the power on the two loud speakers so they could hear what was happening.  As he walked past Maria again he looked at her, and saw that she was entranced, breathing heavily and no doubt as wet as a winter's day.  This would be fun.

 

"I have to go now, but I'll only be in the next room".  Maria looked up at Greg as he went towards the door, and could only nod at his words.  He locked the door behind him and then went into the next room.

 

Maria watched as Greg entered, picked up a file and read it.  Walking towards the tied girl he started speaking in a quiet, threatening voice.  "Sandra Pequot - is that your name?" The girl looked up at him with hate in her eyes and spat out the answer "Go Fuck yourself".  "Ah, a punky little bitch thinks she's going to be smart.  Let's see how smart you are after THIS".

 

Without ceremony, Greg took a pair of scissors and began to slice through Sandra's t-shirt.  Once that was cut clear off, he cut her skirt off, and then moved the scissors to her underpants.  The girl was making a terrible racket, so when he got her panties off, he balled them up and stuffed them in her mouth as a temporary gag.  Within barely a minute, she was wearing nothing except for a plain looking bra, which Maria laughed to herself about.  Stupid bitch, she thought.  She's obviously one of these girls who knows that she's never going to get screwed, so there was no need to have nice lingerie.  The girl's cunt was also covered in long, curly hair - more proof that she did not expect to be showing off her body to anyone.

 

Maria could still hear Sandra swearing through the gag when Greg went over to one of the shelves and took what looked like a tub of hair gel which he applied with a stick onto the girl's bra.  The girl immediately began screaming in pain, trying to break her bonds and trying to free her tits.  Maria wondered what it was that Greg had put on the bra, but she began to come almost immediately, watching the girl writhing in pain. 

 

"Sandra, I know you're wondering what this lovely gel is - you don't need to know its name, but what it is doing is burning your bra, and fusing it with your tits.  That's why it's hurting so much.  Now, are you going to say sorry so that I can pour some water on it?"

 

Sandra's face was screwed up in unspeakable agony - it truly felt to her as if her tits had been set on fire, and that the material of her bra was entering her skin, burning it.  As Greg pulled her panties out of her mouth, she croaked "Oh please, please stop it burning, I'm sorry, I won't do anything wrong again, please stop it burning."

 

"Would you like me to put some water on it, Sandra?"

 

"Yes! AaaaaargggggghhhhYES!"

 

"Just remember that you asked for it, cunt".  Greg took a high pressure hose from off the wall of the dungeon and aimed it at the poor girls tits.  As the first blast of water hit her, Sandra felt as if her tits were going to be ripped off of her, and while the burning subsided somewhat, it was still a torturous few minutes as Greg walked around her, aiming the hose at parts of her tits which were still covered with sticky pieces of the bra.

 

"It's the only way to get that bra off you without using a knife, so I hope you appreciate my kindness".

 

Sandra was too distraught to do any such thing, and she attempted to move her body away from her tormentor, only succeeding in shaking her breasts around temptingly.  Greg was getting highly aroused by this, and when all of the gel was removed, he unzipped his pants and released his cock.  It did not need any encouragement to spring out, and brandishing it like a weapon, he walked right up to Sandra.  While distractedly playing with her very sore tits, he began to work on humiliating her.

 

"Sandra, you have very lovely tits, did you know that?"  She just lay there still, breathing deeply, attempting to deal with the pain.  "You didn't? Hasn't anybody ever told you what a great pair you have?"

 

When she did not answer, Greg slapped her hard across the face.  "I asked you a question, miss bitch - you better answer, or else you're going to really get it."

 

"No .. nobody's ever said that to me."

 

"Nobody?  Nobody's ever felt you up before?"

 

"No.  I've never had a boyfriend".

 

"Ah, a virgin! Isn't that nice. Do you like having a boyfriend now?"

 

Sandra's vision blurred from the tears beginning to form in her eyes.  "What do you mean?"

 

Greg kept pressing on her boobs, and pressing home the point.  "What do I mean?  I mean that now I'm your boyfriend, and we get to do all those fun things together that boyfriend and girlfriend get to do, isn't that right?"

 

"Why are you saying that?  You're not my friend, you're hurting me!"

 

"Sometimes love hurts, Sandy - can I call you Sandy? - and sometimes I love to hurt the one I’m loving.  There's a part of me that's aching right now, Sandy, do you know what that is?"

 

Sandra looked up at Greg with a look of pure confusion.

 

"It's my aching cock, you stupid bitch.  Have you ever given anyone a blow job before?"

 

"No - it's disgusting."

 

"And how about a titty fuck - every given one of those - you sure have enough tits to fuck!"

 

"No".

 

"It looks like today's your lucky day.  You're going to get to try either one or both of those.  Now which one would you like to start with?"

 

Sandra again was speechless.  The idea of having anyone's cock in her mouth repulsed her, even if she liked them.  There had been times when the jocks at school had taunted her, asking her for a head job, and that had upset her enough that the thought of it made her ill.  On the other hand, her tits were still so sore, she did not want them anywhere near a cock, or anything else of this monster for that matter.

 

"Please don't do this to me - I promise I'll do what you want me to ..."

 

She knew that the pleading would probably fall on deaf ears, but it was as if her instincts were trying any way possible to protect her virginity.  She was not a prude, but she had been brought up in a very strict, religious household in which sex was something that was not considered 'good' - in fact it was often talked about as an 'evil', and as 'sin'.  Although she had rebelled both against her family and their morality, she still felt uncomfortable thinking about sex, and it was enough of a shock already that she was exposed to the world, lying there in pain, and this awful man had his penis out.  She had never seen a real cock before in her life, and she could not believe how big this one was.

 

"If you don't choose, you get to do both, so that's what we'll do."  Greg picked up a scalpel and held it up in front of Sandra's face.  "Just so you don't think you're going to do anything funny when my cock is in your mouth, this is the number one rule - if you don't do exactly what I tell you to do, exactly how I tell you to, then the first time you break a rule you lose one of your nipples, the second time you lose your other nipple, and the third time this goes through your heart.  Is that clear?"

 

Terrified, Sandra nodded her head quickly, "Yes, I promise".

 

"Good.  Now I'm going to teach you how to suck cock. The first thing to know is that a head job is entirely for the pleasure of the man.  The good news for you is that it doesn't have to hurt if you do it right.  The bad news is, that it will hurt if the man you are pleasuring either doesn't know what he's doing, or wants it to hurt.  You might feel that you are about to gag - that's perfectly normal, and is something that you are going to have to just deal with.  Remember, your nipples are on the line here, so do your best."

 

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Maria could not believe what she was seeing.  Her eyes were wide open, taking in everything, wondering at every moment just what new form of pain or degradation Greg would inflict on the girl he was working on.  She had never watched someone be raped, and this was such a cruel and methodical rape that she almost passed out from the pleasure as Greg forced his cock deep into Sandra's mouth; as the girl choked, as he slapped her sore tits to encourage her to keep licking; when he pulled out of her mouth and started to brutally fuck her tits; and eventually when he came all over her face, causing her to cry one more time.  Maria saw in Greg a sadist every bit as twisted as she was, and perhaps even more inventive.  She shuddered momentarily in pleasure and fear at the thought of being in his hands.

 

After he came, Greg walked out of the room, and quickly re-entered the small annex in which Maria was now in a glowing state.

 

With a smile on his face, Greg looked into Maria's eyes.  "Did you enjoy the show I put on for you, Maria?"

 

"Oh YES!"

 

Greg was a little taken aback at the enthusiasm of her response, although he was not surprised.  "I can see ..."

 

Greg took a few minutes to explain what was going on.  The legal system had several years earlier been divided into two - there are the laws that everyone knows about, and then there are the laws that are kept secret, but still enforced, wherein special treatment of particular criminals (all female, naturally), is carried out.  That can, as Maria just witnessed, include torture, and Greg himself had become both one of the most important legal minds behind the change, as well as the man in charge of the actual procedures.

 

Maria was entranced by all of this, but had one immediate question.

 

"What did Sandra do?"

 

Greg laughed again to himself before answering.  "Actually, Sandra didn't do anything.  One of the ways that the government is able to keep such a booming economy going is by offering our services here, for a price, to people who need them.  Sandra was given to us by her family, who had gotten sick of her rudeness and her lack of respect for their church and community.  For a mere $20,000, we have guaranteed that she will return to their home completely subservient and willing to do whatever they tell her."

 

"That's outrageous!"

 

Greg could tell that Maria meant that in a good way. "Yes, it is.  Essentially, I get paid for doing something that I love, but it's a win-win situation.  The family also gets what they want, and in this case, I think that it will only take a week or two of work for Sandra to become her old self again".

 

Maria sat silently for a moment while she took in what she had just been told.  She was just about to offer her services when Greg beat her to it.

 

"Maria, I believe that you have what it takes, and I think you know it too.  I would like you to go in there now, and do whatever you like to Sandra.  I'll give you two hours, and you can use anything in the room against her."

 

"What a GREAT idea!"  Maria's eyes were open wide again, as she struggled for a second to catch her breath.  "I’ll do it!"

 

"Of course you will. If you perform sufficiently well, which I have no doubt you will, your criminal record will be wiped clean and you will work for us."

 

Maria almost jumped for joy when she heard that.  She had needed a job for quite a while, and this was a dream come true.  What once had been her big dark secret was to be her job!  She could hardly wait to get into the next room, as Greg handed her a white coat and the girl's file.

 

"Just do your best, Maria. I'm sure you'll be a hit."

 

As happy as Maria was by this turn of events, Greg was even happier.  He had been planning a few things for quite some time, and needed the right person to carry them out.  Maria would be the one, he was sure, unless something unexpected happened.  Sitting down to enjoy the show, he rezipped his pants and relaxed.

 

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Sandra noticeably flinched when she heard someone coming back into the room, however her face showed a new type of fear, mixed with curiosity, when she noticed a stunning young woman in the place of that disgusting man. Dressed all in white, she looked like an angel from heaven.

 

After silently inspecting the cowering Sandra’s body, Maria took a brisk tour of the room, making note of the various tools that would be available for her to use.  She had been told that she could do whatever she wanted to the girl, within reason, and she was pleasantly surprised at the range of things that she could do.  This was a better equipped torture chamber than she could have imagined, mixing simple and complex; ancient and modern, and taking the best from each.  She briefly picked up a pair of large nipple clamps that had sockets for electric wires, before putting them down again.

 

Sandra herself lay there quietly crying, degraded by the rape and still very sore from the treatment at the hands of Greg.  She did not know who this woman was, and she was more scared waiting for her to speak than of anything.  Knowing how fearful the girl would be, Maria began with some humiliation as only another woman can do.

 

“Hello, my name is Maria.  What’s your name?”

 

Sandra looked up fearfully and replied. “Sandra”.

 

“That’s a pretty name, isn’t it.  Sandra. I used to know a girl named Sandra – she was gorgeous, used to have all the boys want to be with her.  How about you? Do you have all the boys after you?”

 

“No – please don’t do anything to me!”

 

Maria walked over and began to stroke the girl’s cheek gently.  “I’m here to give you a medical inspection.  I’m a nurse, and it’s important that you stay in good health while you are here.  If you were to be maimed or killed, well … you don’t know the trouble we’d have – all those forms that have to be filled in, and all those phone calls we’d have to make.  It’s such a waste of our time. So let’s have a look at you”.

 

Sandra had no choice but to lie there and whimper as Maria began her ‘examination’ from the top.  Maria had noticed a bottle on one of the shelves labeled ‘eye drops – pain’ and ‘eye drops – relief’ and picked up both of them, placing them near the chair her victim was secured in.

 

“It looks like you still have some dirt in your eyes – don’t you ever clean your face, you dirty thing?  This eye wash will do the trick.”

 

The instructions on the bottle said:

 

“Use 1-4 drops in each eye, depending on the strength needed.  Effects take hold after ten seconds, and last up to fifteen minutes.  If misused, consult a physician.”

 

The look of vulnerability in Sandra’s eyes was having an intoxicating effect on the sadistic Maria.  “Just a few drops, and everything will be OK.  Open your eyes wide”.

 

Sandra’s tear filled eyes showed apprehension as well, and as the first drop went into her left eye, she relaxed – it was cooling and only a little bit unpleasant.  Two more drops went in that eye, followed by three in her right eye.  Within seconds, she began to feel a slight stinging sensation, as if there was some dust caught under her eyelids, but the sensation became stronger and stronger, and in a short time, she could barely see at all through the mist that had covered her eyes.  It felt as though someone was rubbing gravel into them, following up by pouring hot acid on them.  She began to panic, then scream from the pain.

 

“I’m blind! I’m blind – you’ve blinded me. Please help me! Please! I’m blind”

 

Maria was once again mesmerized by the sight of the pretty girl in such agony, feeling yet more orgasms coming on as she watched.  Sandra was straining against the straps holding her hands, and Maria knew that the girl would have done anything to be able to rub her eyes to try to ease the stinging, but of course there was nothing she could do but suffer.  Of course, even if she had been able to reach her face with her hands, nothing would have stopped the burning.

 

“Oh dear, it looks like I took the wrong bottle – I used the punishment eye drops instead of the soothing ones.  Now where are the soothing ones?”

 

Sandra was almost in hysterics now, convinced that she was being blinded for life.

 

“Oh please, please help me, it hurts so bad – I want to be able to see. I’m sorry, I’m sorry for everything, I’ll be a good girl.”

 

“Don’t be like that – there are lots of people who go through life without sight, and they put up with it.  There are worse things that can happen to you, I can assure you.”

 

As she taunted her, Maria clinked bottles in the cabinet, as if she was looking for the elusive ‘soothing’ eye drops.  “Ah ha! I think I found it – let me read the label … ‘soothing eye drops’ – let’s use those.”

 

“Oh yes, Please! Please just stop it hurting – I want to see again! I can’t see! Please help me!”

 

“Oh damn – these are past their use by date.  I can’t use those – health and safety regulations, you know.  Better keep looking”.

 

At the scream of anguish that Sandra let out, Maria came instantly.  It took a moment for her to regain her composure, and look at the clock to realize that the girl had been suffering with the sore eyes for about seven minutes now.  Picking up the right bottle this time, she let three drops fall into the tortured girl’s eyes.  At first her screams grew louder, and then as the soothing effect took hold, and her sight began to slowly return, she was flooded with relief.

 

“I can see again! Oh, thank you, thank you!”

 

“Don’t thank me yet, honey.  Now how are you feeling?”

 

“Much better, although my eyes are still a little bit sore.  Oh thank you for stopping them hurting – I thought I was never going to see again!”

 

“I will have to tell the caretaker to more clearly label the bottles next time.”

 

Writing on the girl’s report, Maria read out as she was writing “Eyes are very responsive – seven minutes pain without lasting effect”.

 

“What are you writing?”

 

“I’m just letting anyone else who has to work with you here know, that you responded well to that treatment.”

 

This scared Sandra even more, but as she was not hurting too badly now, she was hopeful that her ordeals would be over soon.

 

Maria was looking over Sandra’s file again, flicking pages at random, pretending to search for something.

 

“Sandra, it says here that you enjoy giving oral sex, is that right?”

 

“No! I’ve never done it before, and then I was just forced to”.

 

“So you don’t enjoy making men happy?  Is that what you’re saying?”

 

“That’s disgusting – I had to have this horrible man’s cock in my mouth.”

 

“I think I need to test your gag reflex.  Lots of women find it difficult to swallow when they get nervous, and it’s important, as I said, that we don’t put you in any danger by having you choke.”

 

Maria pulled out a large ring gag, and forced it into Sandra’s mouth.  Sandra immediately felt like her jaw was being dislocated and screamed out for it to be taken out.

 

“Sorry, I can’t understand what you’re saying.  What I’m going to do is pour small amounts of water into your mouth, and see how you cope at swallowing.  It will be hard to swallow, but this will simulate some tough real life situations that you will be facing.  Please let me know if you feel uncomfortable at any time.”

 

“Yesh! I oo!”

 

“Great, so you’re fine then, let’s start.”

 

Maria took a different dropper from the cabinet and filled it with water.  She had done this once before with a girl who had told her she liked bondage, and the girl had come off second best that time.  With no restrictions, other than causing permanent damage, she knew that Sandra would be in for a hellish experience.

 

Holding the dropper only inches above Sandra’s wide open mouth, she let a couple of drops fall onto the girl’s tongue.  A look of intense discomfort covered Sandra’s face, as she tried to move her tongue around in her mouth.  No matter how hard she worked, she couldn’t seem to get rid of the drops, and quickly, Maria raised her hand to about a foot above Sandra and let several more drops hit the back of the girl’s tongue.  Sandra tried to cough, and felt that she was about to choke at any moment.

 

Maria spoke again, “I’m going to let the drops fall from a bit further up, which will let gravity speed up the water a bit.  That will help to give you the feeling that I want you to experience.”

 

From three feet above Sandra, Maria let about ten drops fall, over her tongue, some right onto her tonsils, and some onto her face.  Frantically, Sandra tried to swallow, with little success, her tongue rolling around uselessly in her mouth.  Every time a drop hit her tonsils, she gagged briefly, a horrible feeling that she could do nothing to avoid.

 

“Just a few more drops and then we’ll be done.”

 

“Eees o i!”

 

Maria was sure that she was saying “please stop it”, which was what she would expect a girl undergoing this to say.

 

“It will be over soon, just be a good girl.”

 

True to her word, Maria stopped this and took out the gag from the exhausted girl’s mouth.

 

“You did quite well in that – no signs of passing out, which is promising.”

 

“Please can you let me go now – I’ve put up with enough!”

 

“Soon, soon.  First, I have to check your hydration levels.  It’s important that you not dehydrate, as that can cause lots of negative health effects.”

 

Maria took a funnel from one of the cabinets and forced it into Sandra’s mouth, tying it around her head.

 

“We’ll start with a one pint bottle, and see how we go.  You might find it hard to breathe, but do the best that you can.  I’m going to do one bottle slow and one bottle fast, and see which one you react to better”

 

Maria started to slowly pour the water into the funnel, as Sandra tried desperately to swallow the water at the same rate it was coming into her mouth to avoid drowning.  It took fifty agonizing seconds for the bottle to be emptied, and by the end of it, Sandra was spluttering, trying to breathe, taking in huge amounts of oxygen.

 

“Very good – you responded well to that.  I will make sure that there is a note on your file that slow drinking is something you are good at.”

 

Sandra shook her head as much as her tie allowed, trying to ask Maria to stop, which of course she couldn’t do.

 

“Now for the quick one”

 

This time the water poured without stop, quickly into the funnel, and into Sandra’s mouth. It spilled out of the sides of her mouth, despite the girl trying to drink it all.  When the stream of water finished, Sandra was again spluttering and trying to breathe.

 

“You didn’t do so well on that one – in fact you managed to spill quite a bit of the water.  You’re going to have to be punished for that.”

 

“Oh no! Please don’t! I tried to drink it! I promise I did. Oh please don’t punish me.”

 

“I’m sorry, dear, but I have to.  What punishment do you think you deserve for that? Maybe a stern talking to? Or maybe no candy for a week?  What do you think of those as punishments?”

 

Sandra looked confused, unsure as to how to answer.  “Please don’t hurt me please, PLEASE!”

 

Maria got a sadistic look again on her face.  “Oh, I don’t want to scare you with anything where you won’t know what to expect.  In fact, I’ll make it something you’ve already experienced so you won’t have to face any surprises.”

 

“Oh please! Please just let me go.  I’ll be good. I’ll be good.”

 

“You’re always good.  I think it’s time for you to be a ‘sight for sore eyes’ again”.  Laughing at her own joke, Maria took out the pain eye drops again and slowly put one drop in each eye, four times, smiling into her victim’s face as she did it.  “This will teach you not to spill any water in future.”

 

At the point when Sandra’s eyes began stinging, and she began screaming in true agony, Maria looked at her watch.

 

“Oh Sandra, I just remembered that I have another appointment now.  Someone will be back in the next hour or so to fix you up.  Have a good time!”

 

With that, Maria left the room and went back into the room where Greg was waiting.  For the next fifteen or twenty minutes, Sandra screamed herself hoarse, and then whimpered, shaking her head, yelling out ‘no no no no no’. 

 

*  *  *  *

 

Greg looked down at the bed where the beautiful Maria was laying.  As much as he had enjoyed having sex with her every day for the previous three weeks, there was always the feeling that he was missing something.  He knew what it was - he really only had pleasure in hurting the women he was fucking, but he knew that Maria was all sadist.  She would submit to him if he wanted her to, but he did not want to push her into that yet.  And on the plus side, he had the pleasure of watching her torture some poor innocent every day of the working week.

 

She had more than excelled in the short amount of time that she had been working for him, and the sex was a nice perk for both of them.  She certainly seemed to enjoy it as much as he did, and with the sort of day long foreplay they were using, it was no surprise that they both came to bed as horny as a field full of bulls.  Their conversations were in the shorthand that all lovers share, born of an intimacy that was unique to their working and personal  relationships. 

 

Maria would only have to mention a name, such as 'Linda', and the scene was set in both of their minds.  They would not have to go over the nineteen year old's dossier, or do anything to evoke how she looked when they had her in their power only a few hours earlier.  How her face screwed up in agony when Maria worked her over with the razor strap, drawing blood up and down her back.  And how she cried when they forced her to pose for sexy photos, rubbing herself for the camera, and enthusiastically licking Maria's cunt for an audience of lucky guards.  As Greg pushed his cock ever deeper in Maria's waiting pussy, he only had to say the words 'my arms!', in mocking desperation, to remind Maria of Linda saying those same words only an hour earlier, as she was hung by her wrists and repeatedly dropped from a height until her elbows dislocated.  Maria groaned, sounding much like Linda had then, but for the sadistic woman it was a groan of ecstasy as she came yet again, wrapping herself around Greg's cock, forcing him to reach the point of no return, pulling it further inside her as he came.

 

"You do everything violently, don't you", was all Maria could say as she caught her breath. As they lay together, almost panting from the effort of their vigorous lovemaking, Greg began to get slightly distracted.  He had been thinking all day about an idea he had for dealing with a particularly hard nut to crack - a girl who might come along and give him a challenge.  He had had this same idea long ago, but had never had a woman to make it happen before, but here was the perfect woman for the job, in his bed, looking sexier than he could have imagined a woman ever looking.

 

"Maria, there's something I would like to talk with you about."

 

Maria rolled over and put her hand on his naked chest, rubbing it gently, edging back towards his cock, which was starting to show signs of life again only moments after seemingly being exhausted for the night.  "Is it something cruel?"

 

"Maria, this is something that I've always wanted to do, and I want you to do it with me."

 

Maria immediately had scenes of outlandish sexual behaviour go through her head, and she wondered exactly what position it was that he was getting at.  Reading the mixture of excitement, trepidation and lust in her expression, he laughed quietly.  "No, it's not another way of fucking - or at least, not a simple thing like that.  I want to expand your job description.  You've been fantastic as a torturer, and you are a ..." - he paused to get the right word - "most delicious lover".  Maria smiled even broader at this comment, as even though she knew she was spectacular in bed, it was always nice to hear someone else say it. 

 

"We have a new girl, Terri, coming in tomorrow, and she's going to be something of a special case.  For one thing, the reason she's been arrested is on the recommendation of her step father.  You'll find out all about her in the morning when we go through her dossier, but I want you to play a different role with her."

 

"What sort of role".

 

"Maria, dear, have you ever done any acting?"

 

Maria gave a strange look.  "Not exactly, but I think I could be a great actor if I was given a chance. What do you want me to do?"

 

Greg found his cock hardening yet again at the thought of what he was about to say, and Maria noticed this and looked at him with expectation.  "I would like you to become this girl's friend, her confidante, her cell mate.  I want you to work on destroying her mentally while I am destroying her physically."

 

Maria took a deep breath in again.  She loved the idea of mental torture, and enjoyed humiliating the girls that she was hurting, but this was something different.  This was setting a girl up for betrayal, an idea that she had never had before, but that was making her hotter than ever.

 

"Oh please, Greg, make love to me again.  I can't stand it!"

 

"So we will begin tomorrow, then."  As Greg slid down Maria's heavenly body, kissing her as he went, until he reached her sore but very wet pussy, he looked up smiling.

 

"I know you'll love this".  And Maria knew what he meant.

 

*  *  *  *

 

Terri sat across the table from Greg in interview room #5, straining slightly to take a peek at the file that he was looking through.  Greg kept on looking up at her, and then back at the notes, not saying anything.  She had been arrested the previous evening around dinner time, and had been placed in a cell.  She had asked why she had been arrested, but she was told nothing, only that she would soon be interviewed.

 

Terri was starting to wish that she had not gone to that women's rights rally.  She had been talked into it by a friend, and although she did not like the fact that women were being treated as third class citizens, she had done nothing in the past to stand out from the crowd.  She could not believe that going to one rally would lead to her arrest, but it seemed that it had.

 

Greg slowly leafed through the pages in her file, which was actually only a fraction of the full dossier that they had on her.  Terri's step father had married her mother two years earlier, and had taken an immediate dislike to the teenage girl.  She never did any chores around the house, and spoke back to him rudely, and he vowed to get someone to teach her some manners, even if her mother refused to.  When he heard via a colleague at work about the secretive government work that Greg was involved in, he contacted Greg and over time gave Greg a complete picture of this girl's life.  Greg was insistent that everything be done right, right down to arresting her the previous day - her sixteenth birthday, as she was about to go out with her friends.

 

Greg began to speak, as he pondered how much better Terri looked in person than on the rather boring photographs that he had of her.  "Terri, it appears from your file that you have been involved with a number of demonstrations against the government, in particular those in support of women’s rights.  Is that correct."

 

Terri sat up in her seat.  "No.  I've only been to one, and I didn't know that it was against the law."

 

"Oh, I see.  There may be a mistake then.  We will have to check that out.  Have you been well treated while you've been here?"

 

"No.  I was handcuffed for over two hours last night while I was waiting to be put into my cell, and I still haven't been given anything to eat."

 

"I'm sorry about that.  I'll make sure that you're given food soon, while we sort out what is going on.  Do you know if your family has a lawyer?"

 

"My mother has one, but I can't remember his name."

 

"We'll be in contact with your mother to arrange for the lawyer to come and see you. He will be able to make sure that everything is going correctly, and that you are treated well."

 

"Thanks"

 

"You're welcome."  A bell rang nearby.  "It looks like your meal is ready.  Do you have any specific dietary needs?"

 

"I can't eat or drink anything with dairy in it."

 

"Is that for medical reasons?"

 

"Yes, I'm allergic to it."

 

"Very interesting."  Greg smiled to himself at how easily Terri had given up something of such interest to him without even knowing that she was condemning herself.  "I'll be sure to make a note of that."

 

The meal arrived, and Terri eagerly ate the rather unappetising food put in front of her.  Over salted salami, overcooked vegetables and slightly burnt toast were not quite gourmet, but were better than nothing.  As Terri ate, she started to feel thirsty, and asked if she could have a drink of water.

 

Greg stared at her for a second.  "I'll arrange for that shortly.  Would you like anything else to eat?"

 

"No."

 

"Good, then we'll head to the cell you'll be in for the meantime, just while we sort things out.  This is a large room, where you'll be sharing with another woman, and she will be able to fill you in on most of the routines and rules here.  If you have any questions, please call for me, and I'll make sure I have them answered."

 

Greg stood up and guided Terri towards the door.  She was not restrained, but knew that she had no chance of escape, so she might as well go along with him for the time being.  As they walked further past the maze of offices and rooms, all with their doors closed, they reached a large, dark area.  Walking through this, they came to a door marked '24', which Greg unlocked.  Inside was a large room with a wooden floor, two simple beds and not very much light.  There was also a woman lying almost naked on one of the beds.  Without saying a word, Greg left the room and locked it.

 

*  *  *  *

 

Terri did not know whether to speak or not, so the woman broke the silence.

 

"Hi, my name is Maria, how are you?"

 

"Hi. I’m Terri.  I don’t know what’s happening! I’m scared, and I want to go home."

 

Maria knew exactly what had happened to the girl until now, and began to both build up the girl's trust in her, and also to begin her mental torment.

 

"So do I.  I have been here for three months and still haven’t been told when I will be released."

 

If Terri was scared before, now she was even worse.  "That’s terrible! They can’t do that to me, I’m sure.  My parents have money and will get me out of here."

 

"I wouldn’t be so sure – I also had money, but that has all gone."

 

"Where did it go?", Terri asked.

 

"They took it from me – the government did.  They promised that it would help me, but I’m still here."

 

Terri gasped.  "That’s awful! What have they done to you?"

 

"I don’t want to tell you. I don’t know if they will do it to you. You're much younger after all."

 

"No! What did they do? I have to know!"

 

Maria had to fight back the tide of a coming orgasm at the girl's plight.

 

"At first they started with little things.  They gave me a good meal, but at the end of it, I was very thirsty.  They promised me that I would be given a drink, but they never gave me one.  Every day, they let me suffer from thirst.  Right now, I haven't had a drink for five days."

 

"Oh no!" Terri cried.  "They didn’t give me a drink either, and said that they would give me one!"

 

Maria continued, "They tease sometimes – the guards – they pretend that if you do things for them – horrible things – then they'll give you a drink, but then they laugh and say that they were just joking.  Sometimes I've stayed thirsty for eight or nine days.  It's such a horrible torment!  Have you gone to the bathroom yet today?"

 

Terri stammered in embarrassment "I .. I haven’t, and I need to go now – where is our toilet?"

 

"We don’t really have a toilet – we have to do it on the floor or hold it in.  But please, Terri, I need a drink so badly – can you please piss in my mouth?!"

 

"That’s disgusting! How could you ask someone to do that?"

 

Maria looked up at her imploringly.  "I need a drink so badly – I told you! I haven’t drunk in days! They might kill me with thirst this time.  Please, I beg you. Help me out."

 

"I don’t know if I can … I’ve never peed in front of anyone before."

 

"Just do it, and let me drink your precious piss."

 

Maria implored the girl with her words and with her eyes, and Terri finally agreed.  "OK – but how will we do it?"

 

"I'll put my mouth over your pee hole – just let it come out."

 

Much to Terri’s disgust and horror, that is exactly what happened.  Never having had anyone near her private parts in her life, she could not believe that she was letting this happen, but the desperate look on her cell mate’s face made her feel that she was at least doing something good – maybe even saving a person’s life.  It took her several minutes before her body let the pee out, and when it did, it gushed out.

 

As the pee drained, Maria took to slurping on Terri’s pussy, which was all the more humiliating for the teenager.  Terri felt awful – both for how degraded she was herself,  and maybe even more for her cellmate, who appeared to have been reduced to something less than human through her need for refreshment.  Terri prayed to herself that she would not get to that point.  When Terri's bladder was empty, Maria sat up with a look of pure gratitude on her face.

 

"Oh, Terri! How will I ever be able to thank you! Maybe one day I'll be able to repay you for saving my life."

 

"That’s … OK."

 

Suddenly there was a sound outside the cell, and the room was filled with bright light.  Greg and two guards were standing at the door, and when she saw them, Maria looked horrified and tried to edge to the corner of the room furthest from them, as Greg spoke.   

 

"Well isn’t that sweet – Maria has found a new friend, and she’s talked her into a little bit of girl on girl action, is that right, Terri? It didn’t take you long to start whoring yourself here!"

 

Terri could not stop herself from crying for real now.  "No, that’s not what I was doing …"

 

"I saw exactly what you two were doing. Maria thought she could bypass our rules about having a drink by using your smelly piss, is that right?  Well, we’ll have to fix that situation in case either of you get the same idea in future.  Guard, take young Terri here to the nurse to have a catheter put into her piss hole, so she’s not able to act so charitably in future.  That catheter’s not coming out for a long time, Terri, so I would learn to get used to it if I were you.  Now as for your lover, here, Maria – what do you think would be a suitable punishment?"

 

There was silence at this, Terri not knowing how she should respond.

 

Greg continued, "If you have no ideas, I think a little bit of work on those titties of hers will help balance the ledger.  In the meanwhile, once your catheter is put in, Terri, we’ll be performing a little specialty of mine on you – the serious water treatment.  Maria should be able to fill you in on what to expect from that.  I’ll be back here in an hour.  No more funny business from you two, do I make myself clear?"

 

Terri and Maria nodded gravely and said in unison "yes", before Greg left.

 

Maria fought hard to control her excitement, at the same time that Terri fought hard (and failed) to control her fears.

 

"Oh no. Maria!  What are they going to do to me now? What is that water treatment he was talking about?"

 

Maria knew only too well, as it was one of her favourite tortures to use on certain bitchy girls, but she'd never seen it done with a girl who had a catheter in.  She almost regretted the fact that due to the situation she would miss watching it happen, but her role was just as important to the overall torture of the girl, and the thought of that gave her just as much pleasure as standing there watching would have.  In fact, being able to describe it to a girl who was about to have it performed on her was almost better than watching it, especially with the little twists that she could throw in.

 

"Oh Terri, I am so SO sorry that I have made this happen to you.  I mean it. I am SO SORRY."

 

"Please tell me what they are going to do to me."  Terri was crying now from the fear.

 

"Oh, it is so awful!", Maria hammed it up.  "They did it to four times in a row, and I felt that I was going to die each time."

 

"No! They can’t!"

 

"They do! And they enjoy doing it.  They put you on your back and tie you down so that you cannot move, and then they pour water down your throat until you think you're drowning.  Then they let your stomach fill up until you think it's going to burst, but it doesn’t, and they laugh at you, calling you a fat cow, all horrible names, until you feel like your heart is going to stop."

 

Wiping away some tears from her eyes, Terri hiccupped slightly and replied "and then what?"

 

"Then they play with your stomach, so that the water comes out somehow.  You either piss it out or it comes through your mouth or your nose, and it burns.  It hurts so much, and then, if they feel like it, they take the same water and they do it again!"

 

"Why are they DOING that to me?"

 

"It is a punishment, for having helped me."

 

"Oh please," Terri begged.  "I didn’t do anything wrong! Why would they hurt me like that?"

 

"They have the right to do it.  They did it to me, and they keep doing horrible things to me every day, while I can only pray that one day I'll be released."

 

Terri went into the corner to cry to herself, shaking back and forth with her hands around her knees.  Maria sat in a similar pose, except she was rocking herself to orgasm, overjoyed at how well her first day as Terri's 'cellmate' had gone.

 

*  *  *  *

 

Greg came back into the cell right on time, as he had promised, and blindfolded Terri before dragging her out of there.  As he walked out through the door, he turned around to his lover and smiled, giving her the thumbs up, but he could see on her face that multiple silent orgasms were going to be her constant companion, and would more than make up for the discomfort of having to spend the time in the cell.

 

Terri was undergoing quite a bit more discomfort of her own.  When her blindfold was removed, she found herself standing completely naked in the middle of what looked like an operating theatre, with a large table in the middle of the room. A guard lifted her up onto the table, as she kicked the air trying to get him away from her, and tied down her arms and legs spread-eagle.  A heart rate monitor was attached to her chest in order to ensure that if her heart stopped they would be able to revive her, and a mask was placed over her face.

 

Greg felt around her pussy, rubbing around it, and felt the end of her piss hole.  Taking a catheter, he roughly pushed it up the hole as far as it would go.  "Terri, for the full water treatment, I am going to fill up your bladder from the outside so that it hurts even more.  It will feel something like you're on a long car trip and you're desperate to use the toilet, but you can't stop.  Actually, it will feel much worse.  There may be some damage to your urinary system, but that is part of the punishment for your crime of letting Maria drink your piss."

 

Terri begged for him to stop and let her go as the cold water began to enter her bladder, instantly giving her severe cramps, and when her bladder was full, he closed off the catheter.  "We're going to give you some time to think about what you've done wrong, now.  We'll be back soon."

 

Everyone else then left the room for the next half hour, leaving Terri to cry and scream to be allowed to piss, her urgency increasing by the minute.  She could not understand why such a horrible punishment was being done to her.  She tried to push, but no matter how hard she did, nothing could come out, and every time she did that, it made the stomach cramps even worse.

 

Greg reentered the room with two other guards, one of whom had a long thin hose and several bottles of water.  As she pleaded with them to let her go to the bathroom, Greg shut her up by pushing the hose into her mouth, and then maneuvered it down her throat.

 

"We will start with six pints and work our way up from there," Greg declared to the guards.  Turning to the poor girl he added "this is going to hurt more than you can imagine."

 

As the first lot of six pints poured from one of the bottles, Terri strained against the ropes that were holding her.  She could feel her stomach being stretched by the water, and she found it hard to breathe.  It felt to her like the water in her bladder was pushing against the water in her stomach, causing horrendous cramps.  When the bottle was half empty, Greg stopped it pouring and let her lay there for a couple of minutes, almost shaking in agony.  Without warning, he recommenced the pouring until the bottle was empty.

 

With her stomach looking like she was in the advanced stages of pregnancy, Terri screamed as the hose was pulled out of throat.  Greg played with her stomach, slapping it hard, before he brought over a tray and placed it on top of her stomach.  He then began to place weights onto the tray, putting further pressure on her organs, until the water began to push back up her throat, pouring out of her mouth and nose, burning her insides as it did so.  After some time of this, Greg pushed hard down onto her stomach several times, until most of the water had come back up.

 

All of the pressure on her insides caused Terri to pass out momentarily, and when she reawakened, she screamed in horror to see that Greg was ready to put the hose back down her throat.  She tried her best to keep her mouth shut, but could not resist the two guards as well as Greg, as they repeated the procedure four more times.  Terri passed out twice more, and by the end of it she felt as though her insides had been ripped out through her throat.  After the catheter was opened, finally allowing her to empty her bladder, Terri was taken back to her cell and dumped on the floor by the guards. 

 

* * * * *

 

Maria only had to spend a few hours each day in the cell itself, as there were often times when  either she was supposed to be elsewhere (i.e. in the interrogation room), or for the several hours each day and night that Terri herself was kept out of the room.  The day following the water treatment, Terri was being kept in one of the cruel Zorhof cells - a small room only four feet by four feet by a little under five feet tall - as Greg decided that her body would hurt her enough without any help from him.  Her body was understandably still weak from the horrendous torture of the previous day, but she could do nothing to relax in the cell, having to stoop slightly to rest against one of the walls.

 

Maria decided that she wanted to have a little fun with Terri’s good friend, Samantha, so she entered interrogation room #3.

 

Samantha had remained relatively unscathed throughout her stay, and had not been tortured too excessively, excepting for the first day, on which she was hung from the ceiling by her wrists and was beaten with a rubber hose, in order to make her give up some information about Terri.

 

When Maria entered the interrogation room # 3, dressed up in normal, civilian clothes, Samantha was unsure of who she was and why she was there.  She had not seen another woman since she had been arrested, as she had been kept in solitary confinement except during her interrogations, which were exclusively handled by men.  Maria had with her a video tape which she was very keen to show her.

 

"Hello Samantha – my name is Maria … I trust that you have been having an enjoyable time here?"

 

Samantha did not appreciate the mocking tone or the words, but knew better than to be rude.  She simply nodded and kept staring at the woman in front of her.  Maria moved her hands up towards her own chest, and began to rub her huge titties.  Slowly, she moved her shirt up to reveal them to the girl.

 

Maria continued in a matter of fact tone of voice, "Do you know what I’d really like?  I’d like someone to suck my nipples for me.  Would you mind?"

 

Samantha felt a twinge of disgust.  She had been relieved that there had not been a sexual component to her interrogations at all so far, and was sickened that when it finally happened, it was from a woman. 

 

"You know, I’m really feeling quite turned on at the moment.  I think that will do the trick nicely to send me over the edge.  What do you think?"

 

Maria moved her breasts up towards Samantha’s face, and the girl obliged tentatively, sticking out her tongue and licking gently.  The very reluctance of the girl made the sweet caresses that much more pleasurable for the sadistic woman.

 

"Mmmm, very nice.” Maria moaned.  "You must have had plenty of practice at titty licking, am I right? Or just at licking cock?"

 

Maria knew that Samantha would be humiliated at this sort of talk, but the girl did not answer, and continued the licking.

 

"OK, that’s enough for now.  I have something that I’d like to show you – a little insight into the world of your friend and what she is experiencing right now.  I think it will be very enlightening for you."

 

As the video player came to life, Samantha braced herself.  She was fully expecting to see poor Terri being tortured on screen, and she almost squinted, not knowing whether to watch the screen or look away.  What actually came up on the screen was not what she was expecting, and caused her to look very closely indeed.

 

What she was seeing was footage taken in the cell that her best friend was sharing with someone who appeared to be the woman who was in the room with her now – Maria! The closer she looked, the more certain she was that this was the case, and she did not know what to say.  She strained to listen in on the conversation in order to pick up clues on what was happening, and when she managed to hear it, she fell into shock.  She heard and saw Maria acting as another prisoner, tricking Terri into being punished, and then building up her mental torment by giving her long descriptions of tortures that Maria had already supposedly faced, and those that Terri was soon to face herself.

 

Samantha shouted at Maria.  "You evil bitch! How could you pretend to be Terri’s friend like that?"

 

"I am a bit of a bitch now that you put it like that! I guess Terri will find out the truth soon enough, and then she’ll be fully enlightened about human nature.  Thank you for watching – I really needed to talk with someone who would appreciate all that I was doing for young Terri – she is such a sweet girl, and really deserves only the best treatment, and you can be sure that that’s exactly what she’ll be receiving."

 

Samantha was getting a head of steam worked up now, against her better judgment.  "I don’t believe you people! Who do you work for?"

 

"I work for the government, but I really just work for my own pleasure, and believe me – this is ALL pleasure!"

 

Samantha struggled to take it all in.   

 

Maria stood up and walked over to a shelf.  "I understand you have been treated well so far, but I don’t want you to think you can get away with calling me a bitch, even though I might actually be one ha ha ha."

 

Maria walked over towards a shelf in the corner of the room, where a number of implements were sitting.  Selecting one, she picked it up gently, and walked back towards Samantha.  The frightened girl attempted to strain to see what was in her hands, but whatever it was, was tightly held in the sadistic woman’s fist.

 

"I wonder, Samantha, do you ever happen to have sinus problems?  We have a lot of girls here who seem to be constantly sniffing and making disgusting sounds with their noses.  How about you?"

 

Samantha was unsure how to answer, and shook her head, not breaking eye contact with the woman who was now standing above her.  

 

"This is my cure for some existing sinus problems, but sometimes it causes a few new ones.  Oh well, no medicine is perfect…"

 

At this, Maria revealed what was in her hands – what looked like a clamp at the end of a long thick wire.  When the strong jaws of the clamp were opened, it revealed several needles facing inwards that interlocked.

 

Maria always took pleasure in explaining how a particular torture would work, and she did so deliberately and in detail.  "Samantha, in a minute I'm going to push this clamp up as far as it goes into each of your nostrils, and then release the spring.  The needles will pierce the inside of your nostrils, up near the bone, and will, if we're lucky, meet in the middle.  I have to tell you that this is going to hurt like a bitch.  I'll be surprised if you're able to stay conscious, but you're a strong girl, and I'm sure you'll manage.  But then it gets better.  I'm going to plug this long wire into an electrical transformer - you know how you're always told not to play with electricity?  It's very dangerous - used wrongly it can kill.  Of course, I'm not going to use it wrongly - I'm going to use it for the purpose for which it was designed.  To hurt you.  I'm going to send a number of shocks into your nose, in slowly increasing power.  This will demonstrate to you the importance of respect."

 

Maria took hold of Samantha’s hair and pulled her head so that it was tilting way back.  With her other hand, she opened the clamp, and as promised pushed it all the way up inside the poor, begging, blubbering girl's nose.  "Hold tight, honey, this will hurt."  With that, she released the clamp, cutting through the sensitive membranes.  At the first jolt of brain exploding electricity, Samantha pissed herself. After six jolts, she finally passed out from the pain, and Maria disconnected the wire from the transformer, leaving the clamp in place.

 

A few minutes later when Samantha came back to awareness, Maria gave her nose a ‘friendly’ squeeze and twist, and left her to suffer.  Suffering was not hard for Samantha to do – she screamed in pain at her plight, begging for the burning to stop, but it didn’t.  She did not know it then, but that quick, simple torture would have an effect on her for many years to come, giving her problems in breathing normally.  All she knew at that time was that she was hurting, and her mind slowly moved away from exclusively focusing on her own suffering, towards that of her friend, who she knew would be going through so much more, and who at that moment thought that the crazy woman who had tortured her was a kind fellow cellmate.   

 

*  *  *  *

 

Samantha was right about at least one thing – her friend was being put through hell.  She had not been given anything to drink for four days, and had not been allowed to eat anything other than food designed specially to torment her for two days.  That food included salty, spicy or simply repulsive food that gave her stomach pains and made her ill as she sat in her cell.

 

Maria would talk with her about her own torture experiences, always playing any little things up, and building up Terri’s fears even further.  One day, at the end of a six hour interrogation session in which Terri had suffered through her small breasts being clamped and then being stuck with needles, Maria went into great detail about the effect that such torture can have on a young woman’s body for the future.  Firstly, that the clamping could cause cell death, and that pain she experienced during the procedure meant that her breast flesh was being permanently ruined.  Also, she told the credulous Terri that the needles that they used were kept in very dirty surroundings in order to cause infections in the girls that they were used in.  Maria went into great detail about the painfulness of a breast infection that she received from those same needles several weeks earlier.

 

Throughout this time, Terri became more and more distraught and desperate to escape.  Any little glimmer of hope would send her rushing to try to make it come true.  When Maria dropped a hint that one of the more disgusting and smelly guards had a bad marriage, and that he would be kind to girls who offered themselves to him, she rushed to promise to satisfy any one of his desires if only he would allow her to have a drink (she was well past believing that anyone could release her, at this point, except for Greg, and he was still an enigma to her). 

 

The man enjoyed the blow job that she gave him, and told her that he would see what he could do. He did not come back again that day, and she suffered more waiting for him to return with her much needed drink. 

 

Greg of course found out about her attempted 'arrangement', and the following day when she was interrogated, she was placed a special cell, inspired by the tale of the torments of the mythological creature Tantalus – her body was covered up to her neck with water, but she could not reach any of it to drink because a large wooden stock was placed around her neck keeping her immobile.  Every few minutes, an electric charge was sent through the water as an additional torture, as if that was needed.

 

As well as the mental torment that she was able to use on her cellmate, Maria used her position to find out more things about Terri that could be used against her in the interrogations.  Maria claimed that she supported women’s rights, which brought more small confessions from Terri about how friends of hers had talked at a party about how they were going to try to get some law changes made to make life easier for them as women.  There were also personal things discussed, such as that Terri had been teased at school over her looks, and had never had a boyfriend, but that she had a crush on a boy she knew.  Maria humoured her, telling her that she also been teased, and that she knew how hard it was to like a boy who didn’t like her. 

 

Over time, Terri came to rely on Maria for emotional support (even as Maria was actually using subtle mental torture to make her life worse), and it was noted that Terri was much more stressed after an interrogation session if Maria was not there as a sounding board.  Maria ensured that she was absent for at least the first half hour after Terri was put back in the cell, and when she was delivered, she would often frustrate Terri’s attempts to talk, often by faking pain from the session that she had supposedly just been through.

 

During one of her interrogations, Terri had agreed to swap the deprivation of water for another deprivation for three days.  Greg decided that it would be sleep deprivation, and it would be made as traumatic as possible for her.  She was allowed to drink as much of the dirty water as she wanted to, and she at first almost made herself sick guzzling the water – itself a punishment that Greg knew would be self inflicted once the restriction was off.  Terri believed that she would be able to handle three days without sleep without any problems, but she did not count on the diabolical nature of Greg’s mind, or on the cunning of her ‘friend’.  For the first day, Terri was kept in her cell to ‘sit it out’, but there was an addition to the cell – two large beds, filled with pillows, comfortable sheets and even large teddy bears! 

 

Terri knew what they were there for, but she didn’t think that Maria did.  When Maria came in, she made a big deal about how finally she would be having a lovely night’s sleep, and that she had been promised something nice, and here it was!  Terri did not want to spoil Maria’s happiness, as it was the first time that she had truly seen the other woman happy since the brief time when she had helped her have a drink all that time ago.  Maria immediately went into her bed, and snuggled up, telling Terri that she should also do the same.  Terri knew that she had to say something.

 

"Maria, I hope you enjoy your rest, but I am not allowed to sleep for three days."

 

Maria again hammed it up. "Oh no! How could they?! But you could sleep just a little bit, and they won’t know, surely!"

 

Terri sighed in frustration at the innocence of her cellmate.  "They have some sensors connected to my head that tell them when I am drifting off to sleep – they have not told me what will happen if I do fall asleep, but they said it was something that would be terrible for me."

 

"Oh, that is just awful", cried Maria.  "I remember someone told me once that pain is so much worse when you haven’t had enough rest – I hope they don’t plan on interrogating you very often for the next few days."

 

Terri again began to get really scared.  "Is that true?  Why didn’t they tell me that?"

 

"I don’t know for sure that it’s true.  Just that you get headaches from the lack of sleep that make any pain so much worse. That’s why I need to sleep now – because they have said that they are going to take me to room #3 early tomorrow morning.  I’m sorry you can’t rest, but please let me get sleep."

 

The blatant emotional blackmail worked beautifully.  Terri tried her hardest not to disturb her cellmate, so when Maria fell asleep and began to snore blissfully, Terri did not make a sound.  And when the cell floor began to fill with dirty water, so that the only dry parts in the room were the two beds, she did not make a sound.  She reluctantly stepped up onto the bed, and tried to stay seated, but with no support for her back, she quickly began to get very uncomfortable.

 

Watching Maria sleeping, all that Terri could think about herself was sleep – she had now been awake for close to twenty hours already – six of which had been spent in the interrogation room, and she was feeling exhausted.  She so wanted to sleep, and the lavender sprayed bed was making her extra sleepy.  As she lay down, she tried her hardest to keep herself awake, and did so for quite some time.  Eventually, her body caught up with her, and her mind switched over to sleep mode.

 

It only took thirty seconds for the sensors to discover her secrets.    The reaction was swift and brutal.  A large electric shock traveled through her body, from the base of her neck down to her pussy, where a tiny probe had been placed.  She woke up suddenly, disoriented and scared, not to mention sore.  She gave a little yelp, which immediately woke up Maria.  She apologised and told her what had happened.

 

Maria, faking frustration of her own, cried "I’m sorry, Terri, but please can you let me have some sleep – just hold tight and do what you can, and if you are shocked, try not to make too much noise.  I know it’s a lot to ask, but I would do the same for you."

 

Terri believed her, and apologised again, and she tried to sit up this time.  within minutes, Maria fell asleep again to have lovely dreams of her cellmates agony, and Terri did all she could to keep herself awake, but everything she did only served to make her even more tired.   She tried pacing the floor, but the water on the floor combined with the cold made that far more tiring than she could stand.  She then tried to sit upright on the bed again, but her back ached in no time at all.

 

Even as she tried to stay awake, she would be overtaken by sleep from time to time, and would again be woken by a horrible jolt of electricity.  She woke Maria a couple of other times, and Maria pretended to be sympathetic, which made her plight even worse.

 

At the end of the night, Maria was taken out of the room again, and Terri was alone, where she would stay for the next eighteen hours, desperately trying to keep herself awake.  She did not know whether the jolts were becoming stronger by design of her tormentors, or whether what Maria had told her was correct – that the less sleep she had, the more acutely she felt pain.  She prayed to be able to sleep peacefully, but she knew that she had traded that away.  She was happy to be able to drink water, even though it was disgusting, but she knew deep down that she could not last like this.

 

*  *  *  *

 

Maria walked into interrogation room #5, where hanging by her wrists in the middle of the room was Sandra.  Sandra had just about had all of her spark beaten out of her over the previous days – she had been raped at least four or five times a day in her cunt and ass, as well as being tortured for several hours at a time.  She had been hanging by her wrists for close to an hour, and although she had screamed for a few minutes at first, she had tired, and now just hung limply, moaning to herself.

 

Maria pulled on the rope that was holding the poor girl up, and released it down slightly so that she could stand flat on her feet, but with her arms still pulled upwards painfully.

 

“Sandra, you really do have lovely tits.  Do you like my tits?”

 

Tears started to form in Sandra’s eyes.  She hated when her tits were talked about, as they had always embarrassed her, but they were always being played with by the disgusting men who raped her here, and she wished that she had not been cursed with them.

 

Sandra replied “You have nice breasts.”

 

“You’re not just saying that because you’re scared of me, are you?”

 

“No! No, I mean, yes, I’m scared of you, but you have lovely breasts.”

 

Maria moved closer to the tortured girl.  “Do you know the difference between my tits and your tits, Sandra?”

 

“No”

 

“Other than the fact that mine are much lovelier than yours, there’s one big difference – I can use my boobs for my own pleasure.  Whereas these”, she added, slapping Sandra’s right breast hard, then her left one, “are only to be used for your pain.”

 

“No!”

 

“That’s right, Sandra, for the rest of your life, if things go to plan, your tits will only ever be used against you.  You won’t know what it’s like not to have sore tits.  Now, would you like to have your arms let down?  I’m sure they’re very sore.”

 

“Oh yes please”, Sandra gasped.

 

Maria let the rope down so that Sandra’s hands could rest, but they were still tied together.  The change of position in her arms caused waves of pain to shoot through her shoulders, almost forcing her down onto her knees.

 

Without speaking, Maria took a long rope and tied it into a noose, which she tied around the base of Sandra’s right tit.

 

“Hanging a girl by the wrists is so old fashioned, and I like to keep up with the times.  There are lots of better ways to keep a girl in suspense, which you’re about to find out.”

 

Maria tied the rope several times around Sandra’s right tit, before taking another long rope and repeating the procedure on her left breast.

 

Sandra realized what was about to happen and tried to beg her way out of it.  “Please, please don’t lift me up by my breasts – I’ve been good, I’ll do what you want, I’ll lick your pussy, I’ll make you happy.”

 

Maria kept up with what she was doing. “This is making me happy.”

 

With the ropes tied tight, Maria pulled down the hook attached to the pulley, and connected it to the two ropes.  She pulled down on the rope until it was almost taut, and then tied it off.

 

“Just so I know that this is working properly, and that you’re suffering enough, I’m only going to let you down when you beg to have your tits cut off.  And believe me, after a while of hanging by them, you’ll be wishing you didn’t have them any more.  I might do what you want, and I might not, you’ll just have to see.”

 

“Oh please, NOOOOOOOOOO”.

 

“Oh, yes!” Maria laughed back.

 

Tugging again on the rope, Maria pulled until the girl’s breasts looked almost purple, and then gave a heave as Sandra was pulled off the ground.  There was a sudden in rush of air into her lungs, just before she was able to scream, which she did satisfyingly loud.

 

“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! Let me down! Let me down”.

 

Maria stood back to enjoy the sight of the girl being suspended completely by her oversized titties.  “Remember, Sandra, there’s only one way that you can get down – that’s to beg for me to cut those boobies off.”

 

“No, Please let me down! Let me dooooooown!”

 

Maria pushed Sandra gently, and she swayed back and forth slowly, putting even more pressure on her agonized mammaries.  Maria found herself reaching into her panties and rubbing her clit hard, around and around, matching the speed of the tortured pendulum in front of her.  At the same time as she felt an incredible orgasm coming on, Sandra broke.

 

“Please, please cut off my tits, I need to get down!”

 

That pushed Maria well over the edge, and she felt her legs giving way under her at the strength of her orgasm.  It took her a second to recover her senses and she quickly let Sandra down.

 

Sandra writhed around on the ground for a minute, trying to get the ropes off her tits, but they were tied too tightly to budge.  “Take them off! Take them off!”

 

Maria walked until she was standing right over the girl.

 

“You mean you still want me to cut your tits off?”

 

“No! I mean the ropes! Take the ropes off!”

 

Maria thought for a second.  “You know, I don’t think I want to cut your tits off, because if I do, then I can’t hurt them any more.”

 

Sandra sighed in relief, “Oh thank god! Thank you!”

 

Maria cut into her thanks, “But you do need to pay some price for keeping your tits.  No way will you get away with that!”

 

Sandra’s relief turned to anguish as she saw Maria pick up two large nipple clamps which had wires running from them.

 

“I think a little bit of time being introduced to electricity might give you a similar feeling to what having those shitbags cut off would have.  How about that.  Maybe fifty jolts?”

 

Sandra cried out, “No, my boobs hurt so much, please just let me rest!”

 

“You will never rest again!”

 

Maria tightened the clamps onto Sandra’s nipples until she screamed out, and then tightened them a little more just for fun.

 

“I’m going to give you fifty jolts to each of your titties, and you’re going to count them for me, by saying ‘One on my right titty, One on my left titty’ and so on.  Do you understand?”

 

Tearfully, Sandra nodded her head.

 

“Now, for the first one. Oh, and don’t worry about your heart – these are special electrodes that run the full circuit right through each of your nipples, so it won’t kill you, but it will still hurt.”

 

At the first jolt, Sandra let out a high pitched scream “weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrgh”.  Maria waited for a moment before sending a shock to her right nipple, with the same result.

 

“You do realize,” Maria lectured, “that those two don’t count, because you didn’t count them.  We’ll start again.”

 

“No no no no no!”

 

Maria pressed the button again, sending a larger shock this time to Sandra’s nipple.  Through the tears, Sandra managed to get out ‘One on my right titty’.  “There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Maria taunted.  The shocks were repeated over and over, and by the thirtieth, Sandra could no longer speak, so Maria sent a longer charge each time to make up for the fact that her victim was not doing the right thing.

 

At the end of all of the shocks, Sandra really felt as though her tits had been ripped off her chest.  She could not speak because of the pain, and there was the smell of burning in the air.

 

Maria left her lying on the ground, with the words “we will repeat that every day until you get it right, and say what I’ve asked you to say right through.  Sweet dreams…”

 

Maria left the room and called a guard in to take care of Sandra, which she knew would mean another rape.

 

*  *  *  *

 

 

The next night, an exhausted looking Maria came back into the cell, to find Terri crying – the sleep deprivation was having a greater affect on her than even expected, and she was suffering from a bad mental state.  Her hands were raw from her attempts to keep herself awake by forcing her finger nails into her skin, and her eyes were puffy and sore.  Maria (who had been spending the previous twelve hours having her brains fucked out by Greg) immediately took pity on her and said that she looked like she needed a rest, but stopped herself, as if just remembering what was happening.

 

That minute, three guards came for Terri, although only one was needed to take her in her weakened state.  She was brought into interrogation room # 1, where she was placed upon the torture table.  Even the usually uncomfortable table felt to her like a bed, and she again began to doze, only to be slapped hard across her face by Greg.  Greg began the interrogation.

 

"Terri, I believe you’ve been a naughty girl the past day or so, is that true?"

 

Trying desperately to be strong and not cry, Terri answered "NO! I’ve been good – I’ve been so tired, but I haven’t slept at all.  I need to sleep."

 

"According to our records," Greg continued, reading from his file, "you have fallen asleep eleven times over the period that you were not meant to sleep at all, on your own request, if you remember correctly."

 

"But I haven’t slept at all! I’ve been woken up by a shock every time."

 

"Yes, of course you have, but that’s not the point.  The point is that you agreed to a rule, and you have broken it eleven times.  Do you remember what the penalty for breaking the rule is?"

 

Terri’s eyes again filled with tears.  She remembered well enough, and had agreed with them under great duress.

 

Angry that he had to repeat the question, Greg hissed "I asked you if you remembered what the rules were – what happens if you break the rule and fall asleep?"

 

"I  ... I have to stay awake for longer …"

 

Greg's tone changed back to his usual calm, even sound.  "That’s right, and we will decide once you have finished the three days how much longer you have to stay awake for each time you break the rule.  It might be for a minute – it might be an hour. We shall see."

 

"Oh, I can’t stay awake now – I’m so tired, please let me go to sleep!"

 

Greg went over to a bag in the corner of the room and pulled out something, bringing it back to where Terri was lying down.  

 

"Terri, one of your friends spoke to us and told us that you once had a scary experience with some insects.  Do you know what they might have been talking about?"

 

Terri looked at him in horror.  Which of her friends would have told them about that?  There must have been five or six other girls at the camp she was at when she was ten years old, and she shuddered now to think about what had happened.

 

Getting angry again, Greg spat out "I’m waiting … do you know what I’m talking about, or do you want another day added to your sleep deprivation."

 

Terri's heart sunk at the thought of that.  "No! No! I remember … I was given a burger as a prank, that had been left on the ground, and when I bit into it, there were ants everywhere in there, which rushed out.  It was GROSS."

 

"And how do you feel about ants now, Terri?"

 

Terri could not help shuddering.  "I hate them."

 

As soon as she said it, she knew that she had made a mistake, in giving her tormentor some ammunition to use against her, but she was so tired and desperate to sleep that she couldn’t hold back.

 

Greg teased the poor girl, saying "sometimes it’s nice to go back to childhood, isn’t it, Terri?  It can be so touching to feel that nostalgia growing inside you again.  I can see in your eyes that you’re day dreaming about childhood right now, aren’t you?! You’re thinking about that piece of meat covered in ants, and the insects crawling out of your mouth, aren’t you?"

 

Terri began crying yet again – although a relatively small incident, she could not stand thinking about it, and the thought of ants in general grossed her out badly.

 

Businesslike now, Greg said "Terri, I’m going to do something really nice for you – I’m going to let you sleep for a while.  How does that sound.

 

"Oh yes! Please! Please let me sleep."

 

Even as she said it, she knew that this must be a trick or a trap.  But she needed that sleep.  Her head was pounding and her eyes were aching.  She would promise sex or anything, just to have a few hours of sleep.   Greg pulled from the bag a dish covered in plastic.  Inside was a bowl of porridge, which appeared to be covered in some black substance.  When Terri focused her eyes, she shuddered – it was covered in ants.

 

"Terri, you have a choice.  You have ten minutes to eat all of this porridge.  If by the end of those ten minutes there is nothing left, you will be given eight hours of proper sleep in your comfortable bed in the cell.  If you are not able to finish it, your sleep deprivation will continue, and we will move onto the main part of the interrogation.  I have to warn you, Terri, that this will be a very long and painful session."

 

Terri could not contain herself.  "Oh, no! I will do anything but that.  Please just let me sleep!"

 

Almost sweetly, Greg taunted her, "but I am letting you sleep.  You will be able to sleep for a whole eight hours.  Just eat the porridge.  Your time starts NOW."

 

Greg was fairly certain that Terri would fail, but he also knew that she would try her hardest, and that she did.  What she may not have realised, was that the ants were disgusting to her, but not damaging.   Worse than the myriad of tiny critters was the milk that the porridge had been made with.  Even without her intolerance to milk, this particular food would have made her ill, as it had been left out in the sun for several hours to curdle nicely.

 

Terri looked at the dish for a moment in disbelief.  This was like her worst nightmare come to life – but the choice was clear … eat and sleep, or not eat and face much greater horrors.  With her hands tied behind her back, there was only one way for her to try to eat, and as she moved her face to the dish and started to eat, she moved away quickly as the ants began to crawl up her face.  She screamed out at this, but Greg just laughed.  Time after time she tried to lower her face, but she couldn’t.  By the end of five minutes, she had only had one mouthful, which she had mostly spat back out.  With one minute to go, Greg rang a bell and told her that she had to hurry or she would face the consequences.

 

Terri could not do it – realising that she was defeated, and that she would not be given her precious sleep, she flinched from the ants and tried to crawl up into a ball and cry.  

 

"Well what do you think happened?  Little Terri couldn’t eat a bowl of porridge, just because there were some ants in it.  Do you know how many prisoners here would give the world to be able to eat that bowl of cereal, you ungrateful little cunt?"

 

Terri kept crying and shaking, unable to believe what she had been made to do.  She could not comprehend what might be coming, although she might have if she had guessed.  Greg went to the glass cabinet and pulled out a special dental gag, which he forced into her mouth, opening it wide.

 

"Terri, because you did not complete your challenge, you will not be getting any sleep for the immediate future.  We have some questions that we would like you to answer, and of course you will be encouraged to give us prompt and complete answers if you wish things to go easily for you.  If, on the other hand, you do not answer properly, you will suffer.  Now," he continued, "there is the little matter of this food which you have let go to waste.  I do not like to see food wasted in this way, so I am going to feed you.  Now, with your mouth open wide like it is, you will find it difficult to swallow, and impossible to chew, so I suggest you relax your throat and do what you can to get this down.  I thought we would start with an entrée of live ants.

 

Greg took another bag filled with ants and placed it against Terri’s mouth.  The ants entered and walked around in her mouth.  As they did, Greg forced some of the mush onto her tongue, and brushed it towards the back of her throat.  Terri began to cough violently, choking on the small piece of porridge, and Greg merely laughed.

 

"You better do a bit better than that, or else this is going to be might uncomfortable."

 

It took almost an hour for her to be force-fed the entire bowl in this manner, and by the end of it, her stomach was aching from the milk; her throat was raw from choking, and her tongue was ravaged by the ants.  Terri almost forgot her tiredness throughout the ordeal, but by the end, she was more exhausted than ever.  Lying naked on the table, covered in crawling ants and the remains of the porridge, and sick from what she had eaten, Greg decided that she was ready to answer some questions.  Lifting her off the table, he stood her over a stool.

 

"Terri, my dear, I understand that you are quite tired now, is that right?"

 

"Yes, I am very tired."

 

"And you have a sore stomach?"

 

Terri was not sure how he knew that, but it was oh so true, and she simply nodded her head.

 

"So you are ready to tell me about those friends of yours who are planning demonstrations against the government?"

 

Terri again nodded her head, not thinking through the ramifications.

 

"And you are ready to take part in their capture and torture in order to be allowed to sleep yourself?"

 

Greg knew that she had nothing of value to tell him, but he also knew that she did not know that.  Terri looked up at Greg.  She was desperate to rest, but she could not hurt her friends!  That was ludicrous.

 

"I can’t do that! You can’t make me!"

 

Greg sighed, "We’ll need to move to the next phase then.  Guard, bring out the antenna."

 

Terri did not know what the ‘antenna’ was, but she was about to find out – a long antenna wire that was covered in rubber, and was used for beatings.

 

"Terri, you have not slept for a couple of days now, and your body has very little resistance to pain, is that right?"

 

Terri could not answer, but her body answered when he grabbed hold of her nipples and gave them a quick twist.  She screamed and cried out, almost falling to the floor.

 

"It looks like your nipples need some attention – perhaps a strike or two from the antenna?"  There was more sadism than usual in Greg's voice, although Terri was too stressed out to notice it.

 

The girl looked on in horror, even though she did not yet know just how painful the implement would be for her.  

 

"Oh, Please don’t! I’ll do what you want me to!"

 

"Well, just to make sure, I’ll give you a couple of love taps on each nipple for starters, and then we can discuss specific issues that I would like to go through with you."

 

A second after the antenna first hit her right nipple, Terri thought that she must have been dreaming.  She could feel it, but it did not hurt.  Just as the first strike came across her left nipple, her right nipple exploded in pain, and she yelped and fell to the floor in agony.  A few seconds later the shockwaves in her other nipple began to overwhelm her, and she felt like she would pass out.

 

Greg gave her a few minutes to recover, before getting two of the guards to lift her up and take her over to the pulley system in the corner, after which she was pulled up by her arms so that she was suspended with her toes barely able to touch the ground.

 

"It looked like you wouldn’t have been able to stand on your own, so I thought I’d help you out."

 

Terri could only groan, as she seemed to go in and out of consciousness from the pain.

 

"Terri, don’t worry, there’s only another two strikes to each nipple and then we’re done with this part of your questioning."

 

Terri took the further beating as best she could, which was not very well at all.  For one thing, her bowels released, and she was left to stand in her own mess.  Her breasts were puffed up painfully and she could no longer scream, as her throat was so raw.  Her mind could think of nothing more than the pain that she was in, and how she wished that she could die.

 

*  *  *  *

 

Greg knew his subjects, and knew how to get the best out of them, but in this case, he certainly did not want Terri to get off with being able to confess or give up information that she did not have.  He wanted her to stick around and to suffer, and for that he knew that he would have to take steps to keep her conscious and alive.  The penultimate stage of her mental torture was to commence, and she needed to be in this state of total agony for it to work.

 

A telephone in the interrogation room rang, and Greg answered.  Making it sound very officious, he faked as if to be concerned about something, and then resigned to something he didn't like.  When he hung up he walked back to where Terri was hanging.

 

Speaking sweetly again, Greg said "Terri, my dear, it looks like it’s your lucky day.  It seems that we made an administrative error, and you should not have been arrested.  We are going to send you to the hospital for rest and repair before you are released.  I apologise for my treatment of you, but as you understand, sometimes these less savory methods are required."

 

Terri was unsure how to react to this, but in moments, she had been taken down and placed onto a stretcher. The sleep monitor was removed from her, and she was told that she could sleep for as long as she needed to recover.  Within minutes, she was sound asleep.

 

Greg let her sleep for twelve hours before waking her up.  She was required to sign a few documents and told that she could go back to her cell to collect her belongings.  Although she did not want to go back to the cell at all, she realised from their tone of voice that this was not optional.

 

Two guards took her down to her cell, which was completely empty, and as she was putting together her few belongings, they rushed her and forced her down on to the ground.  While one of them held her down, the other ripped her clothes off and began to rape her savagely.  Not having been sexually assaulted at all in her time in prison, this was one of the worst traumas for her to go through, and the guards were well trained in the use of rape as torture.  Once both of them had come – one in her ass and one in her mouth – she was left on the floor to cry, and yell at them that she was meant to be released, and that they would be in trouble for what they had done.  They both just laughed at her, calling her a whore.

 

As soon as they left the cell, two other figures appeared at the cell door – both familiar figures even through the tears.  However, they were both looking unfamiliar – Maria, for the first time, was fully clothed in expensive clothing, and Greg was smiling heartily.  

 

Maria put out her hand as if waiting for a handshake.  "Hello again, Terri.  I hope you didn’t miss me!  I’ve been thinking about you a lot!"

 

 It took a moment for Terri to take in the scene, and what was going on, but she did not have to wait long for clarification.

 

"You know, Terri, Greg has been telling me all about the fun that he’s been having speaking with you, and I’ve been telling him about all the fun I’ve been having speaking with you.  You must be honoured to be the centre of so much of our conversation!"

 

Already upset from the rape that she was just subjected to, Terri was in a state of shock.  Slowly, the realisation of the truth started to hit her.  "How could … why did you do that?"

 

"You mean pretend to be your friend?  Well, there are few pleasures greater than breaking a girl’s spirit, and it’s even more pleasurable if you get to do it without her even knowing it.  And you, my dear Terri, were the perfect victim for my pleasure.  I knew all along that you would shortly be put in my care, and that made all that time putting up with your stupidity more than worth it.  I think it’s time for you to be put back in your proper place."

 

At that, two guards entered and dragged Terri, literally kicking and screaming, into interrogation room #3.

 

Greg turned to his lover and spoke enthusiastically, "Maria, honey, I think you should have the honour of carrying out this part of Terri’s questioning – after all, you had to put up with her for all that time.  Where would you like to start?"

 

"There are quite a few things that I have planned for our young friend, but I don’t want her to think that I’m the sort of person to forget a favour, and fail to repay it.  Could you have her put on her back with a dental gag in her mouth please?"

 

 This was done promptly, with Terri being tied down with her arms and legs outstretched.  Maria stood over Terri, rubbing her own pussy almost raw in excitement as she spoke in a mocking, tender tone.

 

"Terri, you remember when we first met that I was so thirsty, and you helped me out so much by pissing in my mouth?  I know that you hated doing that, but really, you’re such a kind hearted soul that you had no choice, did you?  And I believe that one good turn deserves another, so I would like to pay you back three times over, with a little help from some of the men here.  GUARDS!"

 

At that, three large men entered the room, all with their pants undone and their cocks hanging out threateningly.

 

"I made sure that all three of the men who will be donating their precious piss to you have plenty saved up, so you will NOT be going thirsty. As I’ve heard that it can be hard to swallow properly with a dental gag like that one that you have in your mouth, I’m going to let you give us a signal when you feel that you are choking, which will be to shake your titties around furiously, and the man will be able to aim his stream onto another part of you.

 

"You will, of course, need to be punished for your lack of appreciation, but we will cross that bridge when we get to it.  Gentlemen … begin."

 

At once, the first guard stepped up towards her face, put the end of his cock six inches away from her mouth, and let loose a stream of rancid piss which at once made her choke.  Desperate to swallow as much of it as she could, she began to have trouble breathing after only a few seconds, and tried to give the signal.  Her small tits were a laughable sight as she tried to shake them around, but eventually the message came through, and the guard moved the stream away from her mouth towards her hair, eyes and face.

 

Terri cried in humiliation and shame throughout the entire duration of the guard’s bathroom break – and it was repeated with similar results by the two other guards.  Each time she tried to shake her tits, and each time the room filled with laughter at her misery.

 

When the third guard finished, he was so aroused by the sight of Terri’s degradation that he started to masturbate himself just inches away from Terri’s face.  Just as he was about to come, he put his cock at her lips, and blasted smelly cum all over the inside of her mouth.  Greg laughed, and Maria clapped a few times, before telling him to be on his way.

 

Maria felt like she was dancing on air at that moment, as she said "now that we’ve got that out of the way, I think we can take that nasty gag out."

 

Greg took it out, and Terri took a moment to adjust to being able to shut her mouth normally again, her jaw aching from the pressure of the gag.

 

"Now, I’ve repaid you for your kindness, and we are even.  However, there are still issues that need to be dealt with.  Specifically, you have committed a range of crimes that you have not yet confessed to, that will need to be properly investigated and, if found to be true, punished severely.  It is imperative that you cooperate with us for your own wellbeing, or else we will be forced to get a little bit nasty."

 

The crying teenager begged for an answer "Oh, Maria, how could you?  We were friends – you talked with me, and helped me and made me feel better.  Why …?"

 

"As I said, cunt, I enjoy making girls suffer, and there’s few ways better than having them confide in you.  I know a lot more about you than I otherwise would have, and after all, isn’t that what friendship’s all about? Knowing and accepting someone else?  Well, I accept you as you are!  And I have something planned for you that you will never forget."

 

"Maria," Greg interrupted, "what, pray tell, do you plan to do to this bitch?"

 

"Easy, easy, Mr. Greg", grinned Maria, "you know that it is important that a girl who has been through a traumatic experience is allowed time to reflect on it and talk it through, and as her best friend here, I’m more qualified than anyone to be the one to talk with her about her recent horrible rape."

 

"Of course, as you think is best."

 

Maria stroked Terri’s cum filled hair, and gently ran her fingers over her tear stained face, before reaching down and giving her a long French kiss, with her tongue deep in the poor girl’s mouth.

 

Maria dropped her voice to almost a whisper.  "Terri, I’ve never had the misfortune of being raped, but I want to know what it’s like.  So can you tell me everything about it?  Did it hurt as much as they say it does?  Did it make you wish that you were dead?  Did the cock going in and out of your precious cunt tear any skin?  I know that the men who raped you have been given special training, so I’ll be greatly disappointed if they didn’t leave some mark on you."

 

Terri was in no state to talk, and had no intention of talking about her rape – all she could really do was lie still and whimper to herself, shaking.

 

"Come now Terri, you were so willing to talk to me before, and now you’re not friendly any more.  What’s wrong?  Do you need something to encourage you to talk?"

 

Faking strength, Terri replied "No, I don’t want to talk to you."

 

"Tsk tsk tsk", Maria clucked her tongue.  "I don’t think you have a choice in this, Terri.  When we were in the cell together, do you remember how I used to gently hold you until you were ready to tell me about what had happened to you?  Maybe you would like me to do that again?"

 

Terri still could not answer, so Maria asked Greg to bring back in the antenna.

 

"I think you’ve seen this already, and it had quite a good effect, am I right?  Your little titties got quite sore after they met this toy, didn’t they.  I’m not going to be so mean as to use it on your titties again – that would just be CRUEL. I will have to think of somewhere else to use it.  Are you happy to talk to me yet about your horrible rape?"

 

"Yes, I will, please, let me rest …"

 

"There is no rest for the wicked", Maria scowled at her victim, "… but just in case you forget why you are telling me all of these intimate things, I’m going to hurt your feet with the antenna."

 

"Oh, no, but I said I’d tell you! What do you want?!?!"

 

"I want you to talk to me, but I also want to hurt you, do you understand?  I’ve been the person behind all of your interrogation sessions so far.  Every time you’ve been in pain   has been because of me, but I’ve been frustrated because I couldn’t do it in a ‘hands-on’ fashion.  So now that I can, I want you to remember how it feels to be hurt."

 

Taking the antenna in her hand, she walked around to near the crying and begging girl’s bare feet.  Maria tickled the bottoms of those pale feet gently, barely getting any response from the poor girl, who was so tensed up by this stage that she could hardly breathe.   Aiming at the centre of the girl’s feet, Maria pulled back the antenna about a foot and sent it whistling through the air and landing on the right foot with a loud thud.  As Terri caught her breath, she felt as if she was about to faint, just as her world imploded into a pure state of pain.

 

Terri was only half way through her heart rending scream when the other foot also felt the force of the antenna.  It was a good thing that she was tied down securely at that point, because her struggles threatened to pull her right off the table.  A pool of piss emerged from her cunt and covered her legs.  When her thrashing stopped, Maria rubbed her feet gently, for a moment, before scratching down the length of the soles with her long fingernails, digging them in deep, to increase Terri’s misery.

 

"Now that you’re in the right frame of mind to tell us about your experience, how about you start by telling me what the men did to you.  What did they use?  Did they use their cocks, or other items?"

 

"They … they used their cocks," Terri stuttered, "but also used a long stick thing."

 

"And where did their cocks go? Into your cunt or your ass? Where?"

 

"Into my vagina and my bottom."

 

Maria snapped "Say the words properly, bitch, or you get hit again – cunt and asshole."

 

"They went into my cunt and asshole."

 

"What went in? Tell me properly! Tell me that their cocks fucked your cunt and asshole."

 

Terri was crying loudly now, barely able to speak through the sobs.  "They … their cocks fucked my c.c.cunt and asshole."

 

"Isn’t that nice to hear! And when they were making love to you, were they considerate to your feelings? Did they make your first experience as special as you always imagined?"

 

"(sob) No! They just kept doing it, even though it was hurting me.  I wanted them to stop, and told them that."

 

"What did you say to them to make them stop?"

 

"I said 'Please, don’t, I’m leaving soon, don’t hurt me!'"

 

"So you didn’t bother asking them to stop fucking you?” Maria enquired.

 

"YES! I asked them to stop fucking me, but they wouldn’t stop!"

 

"Why do you think they didn’t stop, even though they knew you wanted them to?"

 

"I … I don’t know.  Because they were raping me."

 

"Yes, of course they were, cunt," spat Maria, "but why do you think they were raping you?"

 

"I don’t know. I don’t know."

 

Adopting the voice of a lecturer, Maria taunted the girl, "they were raping you, my dear Terri, because that is what men do with girls like you. That’s what you were designed for – to give men pleasure.  Did you know that?"

 

"No."

 

"Do you know that now?"

 

Terri hesitated.  "Yes, I think I know."

 

"Do you know how you give men pleasure?"

 

"By … by letting them fuck me."

 

Maria raised her voice.  "But there’s an even better way that you can bring men pleasure, and that’s by NOT letting them fuck you.  Because then they’ll be able to rape you.  Do you understand?"

 

"No! I don’t understand! I don’t know what you mean."

 

"Well, it’s lucky for you that we have someone who will be able to show you exactly what I mean."

 

If Terri could have gone onto her knees to beg, she would have. "Please don’t rape me again.  Please, I beg you…"

 

"Don’t worry," Maria reassured her, "I won’t be raping you at all.  In fact, we’re going to make up to you the fact that your first time making love might not have been quite what you imagined it to be.  I think you’ll be very pleasantly surprised when you come into the next room."

 

Greg interrupted "Things will be ready there in a couple of hours, actually, and I think that Terri needs a little rest now anyway, so we might leave her here for a bit."

 

"A lovely idea, darling", Maria said, and turning back towards Terri, she continued "now honey, if your feet hurt a bit, just be thankful that we’re not putting you on the treadmill to do some running, OK!"

 

Leaving the sobbing girl, the happy couple walked into the next room, which had been transformed from an interrogation room into a reproduction of Terri’s own bedroom!  There were the familiar posters on the wall, her bed in the middle of the room, and so on, and the room smelled of Terri’s favourite incense stick. Terri’s favourite CD was also ready in the CD player to be played.  But most special of all was a teenage boy lying on the bed reading pornographic magazines, sporting a huge hard-on.

 

The boy was none other than Terri’s secret crush from school, Steve.  Terri had confided to Maria that she really liked this boy, but that she had always been too nervous to say anything to him.  Today, she was going to be able to more than speak to him – she was going to be fucked by him.

 

Maria had explained almost everything to Steve, and, after being given a blow job by the beautiful sadist, as well as being allowed to play with the first set of amazing tits that he had ever seen in the flesh in his life, he was more than willing to do whatever she wanted him to.  The instructions were clear – although he did not love her, he was, as a favour to the lovely Maria, to fuck this girl he went to school with.  He was played a tape of Terri talking about how much she liked him, and what a sweet boy he was, and so on, which Maria told him showed how much Terri needed to be fucked by him.  She also added that he was to keep going no matter what she did or said, and that if he did, he would get another blow jobs from her, which more than did the trick of talking him into it.

 

Maria also told him that he should throw in comments while fucking her, as a way of talking dirty to her – in particular to comment on her small breasts (which Terri had confided to Maria that she was sensitive about), and about the fact that she was getting to fuck the boy of her dreams.

 

Before Terri was brought in, Maria made sure that the inexperienced teen would last a long time for his first regular fuck by giving him a hand job.  A few moments later, Terri was brought into the room, blindfolded, as if it was a surprise party.   When the blindfold was taken off, Terri blinked for a second before trying to take in the scene.  Instantly, she was thrown into confusion – it was like her bedroom had been transported to this place of terror, and the initially calming nature of her ‘Karma’ brand incense sticks suddenly served to disorient her and make her feel queasy.

 

"Terri,” Maria cooed, "I hope you appreciate the effort we’ve gone to in bringing a little of your home to our place, in order to make you feel at home.  Please act as if this is your bedroom, and make yourself at home."

 

Terri needed to sit down, so she sat at the foot of ‘her’ bed, as she often did when she first went into her room at home.  She suddenly could not stop herself from crying – she had missed her bedroom so much, and here she was, with so much there reminding her of it, as if it was mocking her by being here, without her being free.  A bell rang, and her next surprise arrived, with Steve walking back into the room wearing little more than a big smile.

 

Taking care of the introductions, Maria pointed "Steve, I think you know Terri – Terri, you know Steve.  You’ve often dreamed of him, and here he is, ready to make love to you on your first date.  I know that you might not have wanted to fuck on your first date together, but beggars can’t be choosers.  I think you two should have a little chat first, just to break the ice."

 

Terri could hardly speak – here was this boy that she had thought so much about, and she was sure that she was dreaming again.  She turned bright red, remembering that she had no clothes on at all, and she couldn’t think of anything to say.

 

"Nothing to talk about, Terri?” Maria asked mockingly.  "Then we might get down to business.  Steve, do you know much about foreplay?"

 

The teenage boy stammered a bit, mumbling "Um … no – what’s that?"

 

Maria chuckled to Greg, and then replied "that’s when the couple who are about to make love hold each other, and stroke each other, kiss, rub, all that stuff that feels so good, and gets you in the mood for sex."

 

Steve was momentarily confused.  "But I’m already in the mood for sex."

 

Maria and Greg both laughed at this.  "Yes, I know you are dear.  It’s the woman that usually needs foreplay to make the sex more pleasurable for her – you see, women love all of their senses to be involved in sex, not like men, who really only want to cum. So women expect men to do all those nice things for them.  It can also be fun for the man, of course, but when it’s clumsy or done by someone inexperienced, it can be not so nice."

 

Steve, in his adolescent naivete, shook his head.  "I don’t know what to do."

 

"You don’t have to do anything, Steve", Maria reassured him.  "This is all about you having fun.  So Greg and I are going to take care of the foreplay.  I’m going to help you get in the mood, and Greg is going to help Terri here get in the right mood for loving."

 

"That’s right", Greg agreed.  "But they’re not going to be the same sort of foreplay, because you don’t deserve all of those nice feelings, do you Terri?"

 

Terri did not know how to feel about what was happening, and all she could say was "Wh..why not?".

 

"Because you’re a stupid cunt, that’s why," Greg snapped.

 

"That’s right,” Maria taunted Terri.  "While Steve gets to enjoy feeling a pair of real tits, seeing as your shitbags aren't going to give him much joy, Greg will be putting Terri in the correct state.  Firstly, I think she should have her pleasure centres treated in such a way that they won’t give her pleasure. Remember, Steve, this is about you enjoying it, not her, so if she cries during it, and that makes you want to fuck her harder, then just do that.  Greg, pay special attention to her cunt and her tits – I would like to see her cunt clamped hard, so that when Steve’s cock thrusts in and out of it, the lips will hurt that little bit more.  Her nipples should be made extra sensitive and sore – maybe some chili sauce or heat cream – that’s up to you."

 

So the foreplay commenced, with Steve finding new, never before thought of degrees of ecstasy, and Terri being plunged further into her own misery.  She could not deal with her cunt being clamped and from the second the clamps tightened she begged for them to be removed, but all she got out of it was having them tightened some more.  Greg also forced a matchstick up her tiny pee-hole and lit it, causing her intense agony.  Her nipples were treated with a range of products which made them more sensitive to the pain that they were quickly exposed to in the form of heat.

 

After about half an hour, Maria got back up and put on her top.  "I think that’s enough of the foreplay.  Now it’s time for us to put on Terri’s favourite CD – the soundtrack from 'Titanic', wasn't it honey? – and watch Steve make a woman out of her!"

The sound of the music brought fresh tears to Terri’s eyes, as she thought of all of the good times she had experienced with her friends listening to that record, and how it had comforted her when she was feeling down.  Now it was the soundtrack to her rape by the boy who had been a part of her dreams for so long.  Now the dream was a nightmare.

 

Maria and Greg taunted Maria and egged on Steve as he began to rape her.  Steve fumbled around, trying unsuccessfully to get his hard cock into the girl’s cunt.  Greg noticed this and pulled apart Terri’s sore cunt lips with two pairs of pliers so that Steve could get inside her.  Terri screamed at the first intrusion, as his cock slid all the way inside her.  She looked up and saw the ugly look on Steve’s face, filled with lust and power.

 

When the boy first grabbed hold of her tits, she felt a strange feeling, almost a trace of enjoyment as her sensitive body responded to what was a gentle touch.  Steve stayed deep inside her for a moment as he ran his fingers over her nipples, unsure exactly what he should do next.  Terri’s mouth opened slightly in expectation, although she was not sure what she was waiting for.  Steve moved his mouth closer to hers and put his tongue into her mouth, French kissing her deeply.  Terri almost forgot where she was, as she was overcome by the moment – she was sore, but she had never been kissed like this before. 

 

Just as she was about to relax for a second, in an attempt to lie back and enjoy it, Steve broke her out of her reverie by suddenly squeezing hard on her nipples, twisting them almost all the way around.  Terri shrieked, and in shock bit down on the boy’s tongue.  Steve, already in an over-excited state, screamed out in pain and rage, as he pulled his tongue out of the girl’s mouth.  He began to slap her face, back and forth, almost as hard as he could, causing her to scream out in pain as her neck snapped around.  Steve followed this with a hard slapping of her tits as well, bringing tears to her eyes once again.

 

"That's more like it, Steve", Maria egged him on.  "Make her feel it."

 

Maria walked around to the end of the bed where Terri’s head was resting, and pulled on her hair hard, stopping her from being able to move, as Steve picked up speed, and started to call her every name that he could think of – ‘cunt’, ‘slut’, ‘whore’, ‘rape-bitch’.  It did not take him long to start feeling the twitching in his cock that he knew meant that he would be coming, and he instinctively drove himself ever deeper, until after three more thrusts, he was done.  As soon as he finished coming, he pulled out of her and hopped off the bed, spitting on her face as he did so.

 

As Terri lay on the bed crying and shaking from her ordeal, Maria hugged Steve. "You did a great job there.  Don't worry, as soon as you're ready, I'm going to give you a blow job that will keep you happy until you're thirty!"

 

Steve had no doubt about that, thanked Maria, and almost as an afterthought, Greg, and turned to leave the room.  Before he left, he turned to Terri, who was now in the fetal position on the bed, sobbing, and said "no hard feelings - you were a pretty decent fuck." 

 

Maria looked up at Greg with a grin.  “I don't think Terri will be bothering anybody for a while do you?"

 

Embracing Maria, Greg for the first time was speechless.  He knew that he had found the perfect workmate.