Wifes interrogation

Chapter 1

 

Josh sold his wife.

 

He felt no remorse, or fear of what he had done, just an excitement deep within him, of what would be done, he would see, hear, smell and enjoy.

 

Josh had dreamt of it for years, to see his wife tortured, raped, begging, used. Not because of any hatred for her, or of anything she had done, but simply because of how erotic it would be, how beautiful she would be in the throes of agony and humiliation.

 

They of course had dabbled at home, in the bedroom after a bottle or two of wine, some light bondage, a bit of rough sex and role-play, but Helen had never been prepared to take it further, out of the bedroom and into a reality.

 

Josh had asked as he played, explored her, fucked her, as she panted under him, or hung from the hook in the bedroom, she would never say no, only perhaps, or maybe one day – but Josh knew one day would never come willingly.

 

So Josh resigned himself to his dreams, and until recently had thought that was all it would ever be. He acted it out in his mind during sex on a Saturday night, and talked about it with strangers on the internet, but had never imagined it would possibly go further. But now here he was – he had sold her.

 

Sold her for what? Josh had traded a few pictures of her on the internet, she was a good looking girl, 29, blond, real strong personality, proud and independent, turned heads and knew how to tease. Average height, 5’5 and about 55kg, gym toned with a good waist, flat tummy, firm b cup breasts and good strong legs and ass, yes she certainly turned heads and caught the eye.

 

She caught their eye. They first made contact via email, then one thing led to another and Josh ended up having dinner with them, discussing her, them and what they did, and wanted to do.

 

They made films, hard, tough films, mainly for the Asian market, though they were eastern European and spoke with think accents. Helen was good material, just the sort of thing that sold films in Asia. A white American girl with looks and attitude, the type many Asians would like to spend a night playing with and punishing. Possibilities were discussed, scenarios worked over and an opportunity suggested.

 

Helen and Josh would take a sight seeing holiday in Poland. A romantic week for their anniversary. They would be quietly filmed for a couple of days as an introduction to the main events. Some drugs would then be planted on Helen and the gang, posing as government officials would arrest her as a drug trafficker. She was then to be questioned and ultimately interrogated about information she must have and her contacts, although of course she had nothing to tell, or anything to stop the torture. Helen would assume the whole thing was real and believe Josh to also have been ‘arrested’. In reality Josh would be able to watch and hear the whole thing through 2 way mirrors.

 

The photos of where it was to be done excited Josh. The gang had brought an abandoned facility which had, until recently been used by the CIA for secretly entertaining Al Qaeda guests. Exposure had resulted in them quickly moving on, and the facility was sold fully equipped. It was isolated, and dug into the ground. Apart from the usual offices and cells there were three main rooms for working on suspects. One was used as an office, desk, chairs etc.. One resembled a lecture room, where perhaps 50 tiered chairs ran down to a little stage in the middle. The final one would be best described as a modified operating theatre. White tiled floor and walls, a steel table with straps in the middle, steel cabinets and chairs, interspaced with pulleys, chains, hooks and wires.

 

So Helen was sold.

 

It was hot in Krakow, the height of summer, the temperature soaring to 35C by midday. Helen showed herself off well. A variety of shorts and cropped t-shirts, little floral summer dresses, tight jeans and of course a bikini by the hotel pool. Josh was hard almost the entire time, knowing the camera was on her, close up shots from a distance, examining her figure, her personality, the way her clothes hung on her tight body, but he never saw it. At night in the city bars, a couple of times Josh saw his contacts, sitting at a table close by, with 6, sometimes 8 other guys, drinking, laughing, throwing Helen glances now and again, talking quietly, only a whisper against the general noise of the bar.

 

They came for her on the third day in the evening just as darkness closed in, 4 guys nicely dressed in sharp suits emerging from two black cars which pulled up next to them as they walked back to the hotel after an afternoon shopping. The road was quiet, a one-way back street Josh and Helen had found as a short cut back to the Hotel.

 

They came up quickly, 2 behind, 2 in front, 1 flashing an official looking id card and explaining that they were government security. Bags were searched and a several bags of powder were found in Helens handbag. Josh and Helen protested as it was explained in thick broken English that they were being arrested and would have to accompany the officers for investigation. Handcuffs were snapped on and Helen was bundled into the back of the first car, and Josh into the second, their shopping bags being thrown into the boot. Once moving the guy sitting next to Josh removed his handcuffs explaining that Helen would not be as lucky, but for the moment nothing further would happen to her as the hidden camera in her car had stopped working on the way to collect her. As Josh was going to find out, everything involving Helen was done in front of the cameras.

 

The drive was not long, maybe an hour and though nervous and excited Josh passed the time bu discussing sports, food and Helen. All the time he had a fixed image in his mind of her standing handcuffed in her white sneakers, denim shorts and grey t-shirt as she protested her innocence and remained her calm composed self.

 

He watched at a distance from the car as Helen was led between 2 ‘officers’ into the building. Building may have been the wrong term, a bunker would be appropriate. They were in dense woodland and in front of them was a large grassy mound with a well fitting steel door carefully concealed in the side. Helen had apparently been told Josh would be taken to a separate location for questioning, but that it was likely he would shortly be released, as she was the one with the drugs, and from their surveillance, clearly the only guilty person. It struck him how small she appeared sandwiched between 2 big 6ft men, though well built and tough by her gym training, she appeared very vulnerable in with her bare legs and arms shining in the moonlight.

 

Josh and his 2 accomplices followed Helen into the bunker a couple of minutes later. A set of steps led down about 20 feet and a well lit concrete corridor led to an end where several doors led off to other parts of the complex. Josh followed through one in the center marked ‘observation’. The room was comfortably carpeted and decorated with a fridge of beer in one corner and various comfy chairs arranged facing wall mirrors which dominated the room on every side. One mirror appeared as window to the office next door where Helen had been sat on a chair facing a desk, her arms pulled back and handcuffed behind to the steel chair frame. The room was otherwise empty of people. The observation room filled with perhaps 12 guys, some taking seats to view the lit room next door, others collecting beers before standing to talk. One explained to Josh that all rooms were arranged around the observation room, and each could be seen through one of the 2 way mirrors set in the walls, whilst sound was relayed over a loud speaker system.

 

One by one the guys in the room settled down to watch…