Rewarding talent

Rewarding Talent

The story of how Anna Perez joined Colonel Marcos’s team.

Major Juan Xavier Marcos leaned back in the passenger seat of the jeep and inspected his fingernails with careful precision. His left leg was bent, the foot resting on the dashboard. Beside him his driver looked round, scanning the street for any possible danger. Behind them two other soldiers glowered and clutched their rifles, annoyed they were being kept out of all the fun but hoping that there might be an opportunity to shoot someone soon.

The rest of the squad were busy conducting one of their usual street checks with a quick brutal efficiency. Five men with sub-machine guns were positioned across the dirt road to close off the street and were now moving forwards; herding everyone down to where the truck and the Major’s jeep blocked the crossroads. The sergeant and the other four were searching everybody and checking papers. Naturally, it was necessary to spend a little more time enjoying the chance to molest and fondle any of the more attractive women unlucky enough to be caught up in the sweep.

Major Marcos had already noted that one of the new squad members, Anna Perez was enjoying those female searches even more than the men. He watched as she pressed close to the back of the young woman wearing jeans and a man’s open-necked shirt. The woman was biting her lip and trying not to cry out but Perez had now got one hand down the front of her jeans and was obviously playing with her cunt as she whispered something in the woman’s ear.

There was a sudden burst of laughter from the others as the woman squealed and lifted right up onto tiptoe, her head shaking frantically from side to side as she tried to get away from those probing fingers. Interested in the little by-play Major Marcos watched as Anna Perez pulled her hand free, showed her fingers to the woman before wiping them carefully across the front of her shirt. It was as she did that that Anna saw the cord round the woman’s neck.

She spun the woman round and had her pistol out before anyone else could react. The rest of the squad responded instinctively and there was a rattle of metallic sounds as guns were levelled at the motley crowd. Everyone heard the sharp sound of tearing cloth as Anna Perez ripped the woman’s shirt open. The woman stumbled forwards as Anna grabbed the small black holder hanging on the end of the cord between her breasts and tore it free.

The woman gave a single outraged cry and turned to run but Anna Perez was faster. She kicked the woman’s ankle knocking her leg from under her so she crashed down into the dirt. She followed up by slamming her other foot down on the woman’s back. Anna leant forward pressing the muzzle of her automatic into the base of the woman’s skull.

‘Stay still, puta...,’ she took a quick glance at the small black folder then smiled and looked across at Major Marcos. ‘Sir, I think you should take a look at this!’     

An hour later Major Marcos was back behind the battered desk of his office at Headquarters and studying the small collection of papers that had been in the woman’s neck wallet. Why on earth are they so stupid, he thought as he looked at the list of times and places. There are so many better ways of hiding things but wearing it round the neck like that... He smiled, he didn’t really mind, after all such foolishness made his job easier. He thought about the woman too, attractive, young and with a good figure...such things always made the more intense physical interrogation sessions even more of a pleasure.

Perez did very well, very well indeed, he thought. He’d been looking for a woman to join his interrogation team for some time now and perhaps he’d found the right one at last. He stood up, his mind made up... I’ll give her a chance to show what she can do. She can start by helping to question the woman...see how she reacts when things got noisy and unpleasant, well, unpleasant for the one being questioned anyway. He smiled again, aware that he was suddenly hard as iron with his cock pressing uncomfortably against the confines of his trousers as he thought about the interrogation methods he enjoyed using the most. His mind filled with delightful images of watching Anna Perez carefully attaching the brass electrodes to the woman’s nipples, her hands caressing her helpless flesh. Yes, a woman’s touch could be just the thing. Besides, the select group of important men who got their thrills from watching his team at work would really appreciate the sight of a woman working on other women... and it was always useful to keep your friends in high places happy, especially if you were an ambitious middle-ranking officer hoping for promotion.

Room 5 was one of a number of plain, anonymous rooms in this basement part of the building. Originally meant as storerooms they had proved to be ideal for the needs of Internal Security being downstairs, windowless and well away from prying eyes and ears. Like most of the others, this one was unfurnished apart from a battered looking wooden box standing on end in one corner. The only odd feature was a three-foot length of angle iron, the kind of thing usually used for fencing, cemented into the middle of the back wall so it jutted out horizontally and fixed so the edge of the V was uppermost.

A pair of iron rings was fixed into the wall above the bar at head height and about four feet apart. An observant visitor might notice that the tiles under the bar were darker and more heavily stained than others in the room and there were darker marks on the wall around each of the rings. The woman hadn’t even noticed the bar because, before she had been dragged in from the holding cells down the corridor, Major Marcos had deliberately hung his jacket on it concealing its obscene purpose for a few minutes longer.

With five people inside and the door closed it was hot, sticky and crowded. The vicious, flat ‘SPLATT!’ of Anna Perez’s open hand against the woman’s cheek echoed back from the bare walls. The force of the impact snapped her head to one side and she would have fallen but for the two men holding her very securely by her upper arms. ‘I asked you a question, Carla, who is Manuel...and the others?’ The woman looked round, eyes flickering across the shabby walls and cheap, plastic floor tiles that were cracked and split with chunks missing in places so the dirty grey concrete showed through. She didn’t look at Anna Perez...or at the slim figure of the man standing to one side, the one they all called ‘Major Marcos’. She knew he was the one to fear; he was like the woman, calm, controlled and deliberate, enjoying watching her, both pairs of eyes studying her with a kind of cruel anticipation.

She’d expected to be beaten, raped too probably; she’d almost been prepared for that kind of crude, brutal assault but this, this casual brutality was different. She shook her head, spraying a froth of blood and mucus on either side as she did so. She gritted her teeth knowing that the real interrogation and pain were yet to come 

The young twenty two year old student shook her head again, snorting and panting as she tried to ride the shock and pain of that last heavy slap. Her dark olive skin was shiny with sweat and both cheeks were blotched and swollen from the deliberate succession of blows that had already closed one eye, split her lip and loosened three teeth. Her long, black hair was damp and tangled with strands plastered across her cheeks and forehead. Her pretty, regular feature were now smeared with a mixture of blood, mucus and tears but with her arms held by the two soldiers there was nothing Carla Rodriguez could do to wipe away the mess. She shivered and whispered through swollen lips.

‘Doan know, pleese...you are wrong it’s not mine...I found it on the street this morning...pleeese...!

‘Splattt!’

‘Do you think we are stupid?’

‘Splatt!’

‘Tell me about this man Manuel...why did you have his papers? Perhaps he is your boyfriend, heh? You like getting the rough stuff from him too...makes you excited does it? Well, tell me who he is!’ Anna Perez lifted her hand again and the woman flinched away. Smoothly and quietly Major Marcos intervened, just as they’d agreed before they’d gone into the room. He lifted the young woman’s head, his left hand beneath her chin and looked into her eyes 

‘Enough, for the moment,’ He smiled, his thin lips stretching to show perfect, white teeth; a smile of pure sadistic anticipation. ‘No, I think this young lady needs some rather more particular attention.’ He looked across at the two soldiers.  ‘You two let her go...and undo her hands as well; she’s going to need them.’

Anna Perez walked across to the side of the room and stood waiting quietly. She was flushed; her breathing shallower and faster than normal. It was partly the effect of the thick, moist heat in the room but more to do with her growing arousal as the interrogation session went on. She pressed her thighs together, squeezing hard and feeling the warmth and wetness in her cunt; letting the feeling of sheer pleasure grew. She shivered as she remembered the smell and unexpected wetness when her fingers had slid down inside the woman’s panties. The feel of the coarse wiry hairs then that wonderful, slippery heat as she wriggled two fingers inside the bitch’s slit. She’d almost cum there and then...and soon she’d be at her mercy...completely. She’d worked hard for this...for a chance to join the Major’s team. She was going to make sure she didn’t waste it.

Major Marcos held the woman’s chin for a moment longer then his hand moved up, caressing her cheek...

‘Gaaaaaah!’

She screamed as his fingers gripped and clenched, twisting in her hair and wrenching her head backwards. Her hands scrabbled uselessly against his arm, her fingers still stiff and cramped from the handcuffs. ‘Listen to me, you traitorous rebel bitch. Sooner or later you will tell us everything...the only choices you have are when you talk...and how much you are prepared to be hurt first...understand?’

He let her go and she buried her face in her hands, her words broken up by her sobs of fear and distress. ‘Please...this is wrong...I did nothing...nothing at all...I told you...that wallet...I found it...please, all it did was keep it...I didn’t know about the papers...I didn’t even know there was a map in there...please... you must believe me...pleeeesss!’

For a moment there was total silence as the woman stopped and slowly looked up into the cruel, amused face of Major Marcos. He cupped her chin again and smiled at her. ‘Oh dear...that was silly wasn’t it. No-one here said anything about a map so I wonder how you knew.’ The woman’s mouth opened and closed her face suddenly pale; forehead beaded with sweat as she shivered with terror realising the awful mistake she’d just made.

She started to say something but Major Marcos held up his hand. ‘No...don’t say anything else...for the moment. Instead, I want you to take you clothes off...all of them...now!’

‘Please...no...I can’t...please...no...no, I won’t!’

‘In that case Miss Perez and my men will have to assist you...as you can see they’re very willing...’

The four of them stood back in a semicircle round the woman, the two guards grinning as they accepted cigarettes from the Major. The smoke spiralled up, adding to the thick foetid atmosphere while they watched the woman reluctantly unbuttoning her already ripped and torn shirt. The remarks became even cruder as they saw the darker upper edge her aureoles showing over the lacy half cups of her bra, the full swell of each breast barely contained by the flimsy garment.

Comment turned to unkind laughter as she struggled with her tight jeans; her movements even more fumbling as she tried to ensure that she did not drag her panties off with the jeans. With every panicky movement the full, heavy globes of her breasts jiggled and swayed, almost falling out of the cups as she struggled to undress. Finally she stood alone, bent forward slightly with her hands held protectively across her chest. Major Marcos nodded to the two guards who obediently stubbed out their cigarettes and moved towards her.

‘Hold her!’

The men knew what he wanted and grabbed one of Carla’s wrists apiece, twisting her arms out to the sides so she was forced upright and arched slightly backwards. ‘Anna, if you would be so kind...,’ he said turning and flicking one finger towards the young woman’s body. ‘I told you to get undressed...since you don’t seem to understand, my assistant will do the last bit for you.’ Anna Perez stepped forwards and Carla Rodriguez twisted away, expecting another vicious slap.

Instead, Anna reached round and undid the clip of her bra. The two men pulled the straps down her arms then quickly adjusted their grip on her wrists so the bra fell onto the floor. They turned her arms and she arched back again. To anyone watching it looked almost as though she was deliberately flaunting the smooth, brown globes at her young dark-haired tormentor.

   

Anna licked her lips and her hands lifted to cup one full breast in each hand. Adjusting her grip slightly she held their soft weight as she stroked the thick, stubby nipples with her thumbs. Now the woman craned forwards, looking down at her body, watching Anna Perez’s neat, manicured hands, each finger tipped with pale pink nail-varnish, playing with her breasts, fondling the sensitive tips with delicate skill so they became erect and hard despite every mental effort on Carla’s part to prevent her body’s betrayal. She rocked and twisted in a futile effort to shield her body, her head shaking wildly.

‘No...no-no-no-no...Noooooo!’

The men laughed when she arched back even more, whimpering in fear and frustration but quite unable to prevent the woman in the plain, dark green security forces uniform continuing to caress her nipples with slow deliberate movements.

‘Nice, very nice, Carla...,’ she gripped each hard stub and pinched them...hard. She waited for the young woman’s outraged gasp of shock and pain to subside. She rolled the erect nipples to and fro ‘Just right...imaging what it’s going to feel like when I put the clips on them later... but now.’ He hands let the woman’s breasts swing free before she gave the jutting erect stubs a final contemptuous flick with her fingers, ‘let’s see that nice wet cunt of yours shall we...’

She ran her hands down Carla’s Rodriguez’s flanks, careful to stand just to one side so she could get kicked easily, and slowly peeled the white, bikini briefs down over Carla’s hips. The two men stared, mouths agape with spittle drooling from the corners; watching every movement as Anna gently removed the young student’s last flimsy defence. There was a low growl of satisfaction as the men saw the tiny, carefully trimmed strip of black hairs on her mound then the deep, in-rolling slit of her cunt between full, prominent lips. They could see every detail because her cunt was bare, shaved and plucked smooth; the plump lips gleaming with a tell-tale oily sheen from the seepage inside her slit.

Anna’s right hand slid up the young woman’s thighs, fingers crooked upwards. Carla shuddered and twisted, her eyes closed and a dull red flush sweeping up her shoulders and neck as she felt another woman’s fingers teasing along the rim of her slit.

‘Oh God...nooooo...pleeeesse nooooo...haaah!’

Her plea ended in a rising cry of distress and embarrassment as one finger wormed delicately between her labia to touch the wet inner folds of her cunt with teasing skill.

‘She’s wet already, Sir.’

‘Yes, I can see that Miss Rodriguez finds all this exciting.’ He walked across the room and took his jacket off the angle iron. ‘That box Anna, under the bar if you please.’ He turned back to Carla and once more held her by the chin, turning her head so she could see the bar. ‘We have a special seat for obstinate young ladies like you, Carla, see?’

Carla Rodriguez tried to turn away, struggling uselessly in the grip of the two soldiers and the Major’s hand on her jaw.

‘Noooooooooooo!’

‘Oh yes, yes indeed. Alright you two, put her up.’ He let her go and the men turned Carla and forced her over to the wall where Anna had placed the low box under the bar. ‘Lift you leg over or...’ Suddenly realising that there was nothing she could do, Carla let the men support her as she clumsily lifted her left leg over the bar; moving from foot to foot until she was standing astride it with her back to the wall. Even with the box she was forced to stand on tiptoe to keep the sharp edge of the vee just brushing the lips of her cunt. Her whole body was shivering in terror and tears trickled down her bruised and swollen cheeks as she shuffled unsteadily on her insecure perch. But worse was to come.

There was a rattle and chink of metal as each of the guards snapped one handcuff round the wrist he was holding. Knowing what to do without any orders they lifted each arm up behind her and snapped the other ring of the handcuff through one of the rings on the wall. Carla Rodriguez was forced to bow her upper body forwards, panting with growing discomfort as the outstretched and twisted joints and sinews of her upper arms and shoulders took the strain. Their job done for the moment, the two guards stepped back and left the young student posed astride the bar. They watched intently; this was the bit that they really enjoyed...it was always fun as a woman began her ride on the Major’s special seat.

Listen to me carefully...in a moment Miss Perez is going to take away that box, Carla...so I would advise you to sit down on the bar now. If you don’t, it will do you very real damage when you fall onto it because she’s going to remove the box whether you are ready or not. But, of course the choice is yours...as always.’ Both of them watched as Carla obeyed; gingerly let herself sink down off tiptoe, wincing and grimacing as the rough iron scraped the delicate skin deep in the cleft of her body. She cried out in shock as Anna reached up and used forefinger and thumb to spread her cunt lips apart so they were splayed on either side of the metal vee.

‘Naaaaaarrrrgh!’

Without further warning Anna Perez pulled the box away and a shrill scream of agony split the air as Carla Rodriguez’s suddenly had to sit down on the iron edge with her full weight. For a few moments her feet kicked in a futile attempt to find some non-existent foothold. Then her legs went rigid, toes pointing downwards and every muscle quivering bar-taut as she strained to clench her buttocks trying to relieve the agonising pain of the angle iron biting into the cleft between her legs.

‘Oh God!....hah...ah-hahhh...h-h-hurts...p-p-pleeese...h-hurts...can’t stand it... nooo... pleeesse!’     

‘There’s not a lot you can do about it, Carla...is there? Apart from telling me what I want to know. I’m going to give you half an hour like that then we’ll talk again. But, in case you change your mind I’ll leave Miss Perez with you to keep you company.’ Major Marcos smiled and flicked the tip of one dangling breast.

‘Garrrh!’

‘Oh dear, perhaps I should have told you... it is really most unwise to move at all when you’re perched on that thing...make it hurt even more. But I can hear you’ve found that out for yourself.’ The smile was pure sadism as he flicked her other nipple to be rewarded by another involuntary jerk and sharp cry of pain. He turned to the grinning guards. ‘All right you two, you’ve got half an hour to take a break. Anna, look after Miss Rodriguez will you...perhaps she’ll talk to you.’ Nodding at Anna’s smile of anticipation he turned and left the room followed by the two guards.

‘P-p-p-plesssse...p-p-p-p-put the b-box b-back...please it’s cutting right into me....pleeeeesse!’

Anna Perez moved close to the shivering figure posed astride the metal vee. Her hands cupped Carla Rodriguez’s swaying breasts once more. She stroked the wide dark aureoles, her finger caressing the full length of the erect tips with a delicate milking action that made the young student moan and shift very slightly.

‘Oh God...pleeesse....no...don’t make me move...Aaaaaaah!’

‘Poor Carla...does it hurt sooo much. Her finger’s gripped the ends of Carla’s nipples and she pulled them towards her so Carla bowed forwards even more.

‘Eeeeeeeeeeaaaaak!’

Carla managed a single piercing squeal as she rocked forwards and her clitoris was crushed against the sharp edge of the iron bar. Despite the pain in her nipples she arched back stretching her breasts into two cones as Anna Perez maintained her grip. Anna smiled and twisted her hands so Carla had to lean forwards again. She smiled happily as yet another shriek of agony split the air.

‘Come on Carla...that’s not even five minutes yet. You can tell me...whose is the wallet?’ Her hands twisted the other way then she relaxed letting the young student lean backwards. She kept her forefinger and thumbs gripping Carla’s nipples, waited for a few moments then pulled her forwards again. Slowly and deliberately she kept up the torture for ten minutes, using Carla’s breasts and nipples as handles to rock her to and fro on the edge of the vee. The squeals and cries joined to become a constant pleading cry of agony that rose and fell with each fresh movement.

Anna finally let her go and stood back to get her breath. Instinctively she knew that the woman was very near breaking but she needed something else. It was as she lit a cigarette that she saw Carla expression out of the corner of her eye. It was a look of horror and panic. Anna smiled, of course, why hadn’t she thought of that earlier? She had been going to enjoy a smoke and think about what to do but now she had much more pleasant things to do with that lit cigarette.

She took a long pulls and exhaled a thin plume of smoke, knocked the ash off and held up the glowing tip as she walked back to the bar. She cradled the young woman’s left breast and very carefully stroked the glowing tip across her already sore and swollen nipple.

‘Yaaaaaaaaaarrrrgh!’

‘Tell me what I want to know, Carla.’ The young woman bucked and screamed again as Anna took another pull on the cigarette and touched the very tip of her nipple with the glowing end. ‘Think of what I can do to these...’ her fingers traced round the smooth under curve then trailed across to her other breast. She waited, watching the student’s agonised expression, seeing the will weakening in her eyes as the pain went on and on. ‘Or should we warm you up down here...’ One extended finger stroked down the slick, moist skin, stroked the carefully groomed hairs and circled the keyhole at the top of her slit.

Anna’s thumb and forefinger parted the lips even wider revealing how the dark pink inner folds were compressed by the angle iron. With Carla leaning slightly backwards her clit was exposed just above the rough edge but already swollen and sore, the skin taut, like a satiny, rose-coloured pearl. She held the tip of the cigarette close enough so Carla could feel the heat on her inner flesh. ‘Well, Carla....?’

She left Carla Rodriguez shivering and crying on tiptoe on the box but still astride the bar. The young woman was learning the hard way that stopping the torture was almost as painful as starting as the pain of returning circulation was sending throbbing jolts of agony through her cunt. There were also the sharper individual pains in both breasts and her clitoris from the cigarette burns. Major Marcos smiled in satisfaction as she handed him the list of names and addresses that had spilled out of Carla’s mouth once she’d been broken.

‘Excellent, just what I’d hoped for. This is the breakthrough that they’ve been screaming for upstairs. Take a break Anna,’ he smiled, ‘then give her another half hour on the bar...just to check the details.’ He paused and looked up at the satisfied smile on the young woman’s face. ‘I need someone like you to assist in this kind of work. Afraid it will mean leaving your present post but...’ He paused and looked straight into her eyes. ‘There will be many opportunities to develop you interrogation skills and you will report only to me. Well, what about it?’

‘Oh yes, Sir...I’ll take the transfer with pleasure. I’d hoped you might ask me to join you. She snapped to attention and threw up a crisp salute. ‘Thank you very much, Sir.’

Major Marcos nodded approvingly. ‘Good, exactly what I’d hoped you’d say. Welcome to the squad. Oh yes, now that you’re on the team, Anna. I noticed that you are wearing regular uniform. I think you should look more...specialist, shall we say. See if you can find one of those white coats doctors wear...you know the kind that button up the front. You can wear that at interrogation sessions...it’ll give then something else to worry about...’

‘Yes Sir, very good idea, Sir.’

The information provided by Carla Rodriguez was even more helpful than either of them realised and a week later Anna was called into the squad’s office. ‘You wanted to see me Major?’

An elderly civilian in a crumpled suit looked up from where he was studying some papers on the desk. ‘Young lady, it is not Major...there has been a change... from now on you are working for Colonel Marcos.’ He smiled as Anna Perez snapped to attention.

‘Results earn rewards and Colonel Marcos tells me that you played a large part in the successful interrogation of the young lady last week. I am her to tell you that his recommendation has been approved and that from this moment you have officially been transferred to the Colonel’s private staff and...’ He stopped and looked at Colonel Marcos, ‘No, you can tell her.’

Colonel Marcos smiled at Anna’s obvious confusion. ‘Don’t worry, what he means is that you have also been awarded promotion, so I am also pleased to tell you, security trainee Anna Perez, that you are now officially Lieutenant Anna Perez of the Internal Security Bureau.’

He held out his hand, ‘Congratulations and welcome to the squad, Lieutenant Perez.’  

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