An extract from my novel ‘The Interrogation and Punishment Centre for Girls’ - pages 373-7, only just one of the myriad tortures this girl imagines for herself! Do download it, find a quiet corner, and join me in my descent into the depths of my dark imaginings!
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When I was next aware, I was thrown down on the floor at the Colonel's feet, my loins still searing hot from their grilling. I lifted my head to look up at him, he kicked me in the face, my still aching jaw.
"Get up, sow!"
I staggered to my feet, but could not stand, Guards seized me as I toppled forward.
"Get your bra and briefs on!"
They led me across to where my undies were lying, tossed in a corner of the floor, tossed me down on my knees to retrieve them. I pulled them on, managing to stand this time, unsteadily, at the ready. I thought, yes, even hoped, I was going back into the pit now, this Torture Session over.
But no, Colonel Ioannides had other ideas ... "Why have they made me put my undies on?" I half staggered, half was dragged, across to a different pit in the floor of the Bedroom. This wasn't a small, square hole under a trapdoor, it was a long, rectangular hole, much like a grave, with a clear glass cover, though this was lying open. I was thrown to my knees beside it, then kicked between my shoulders so I fell forward onto the tiles. In a few seconds, my right wrist was shackled to my left ankle, left wrist to right ankle, I was hogtied like I'd been the night before my very first Torture Session, with Captain Zeta in the Interrogation Unit.
I glanced up to see my tormentor now, Colonel Ioannides, standing over me triumphant, the boots I'd licked were gleaming close to my eyes. His men grabbed me by my shoulders, swung me up and back, seized my knees and lifted me, swung me above the pit and dropped me in on my back, my steel manacles sharply jabbing into my kidneys. Ioannides gaze was still fixed on me, he cleared his throat and spat, down onto my face with perfect aim. The spittle dribbled across my lips and branded cheek, into my still sore eye. I turned my head slowly, side to side, feeling my sweat-greasy hair around my neck and ears, knowing my humiliation, my helplessness.
One of the men brought in some jars, or bottles rather, with fairly long, quite broad, necks. He placed them on the floor beside the pit, then handed one to the Colonel, who inspected it then showed it to me. it was plain glass, and in the bottom I could see – something dark, moving about, legs – I gulped, my childhood's waking nightmare, a spider! It was quite a big one, I'd seen bigger, but I knew that this was the sort where fear was justified, the kind that don't scuttle away when you disturb them, more scared than you, these ones stand their ground and jump at you – and bite! Not a fatal bite for humans, even little girls, though it could kill a bird, and it's evilly painful.
I tensed, I could feel cold sweat mingling with the spittle on my face. One of the Guards, with a glove on his hand, lifted the top edge of my bra, revealing my right breast. Ioannides placed the neck of the bottle near my nipple, released the top with a click, shook gently so the creature ran down the neck and onto my quivering skin. At once the Guard covered the spider with the soft cotton of my bra cup, trapping it against my flesh. I felt its legs moving angrily, I was rigid with terror, anticipating the bite. But it didn't come immediately, I kept still, the little monster grew calmer, began to explore the small space in which he was trapped, my bra was a simple soft cotton one, there was enough give in it to allow my visitor to stretch her legs and walk around, strong enough to lift the cloth.
There was another spider ready for my left breast, she was inserted in the same way, and again did not react by biting instantly, but examined me with her sensitive leg-tips and maxillary palps. The feeling of the two exploring me was like a continuous electric current tormenting my ultra-sensitive skin, yet I held my breath, I knew I dared not move.
Ioannides lifted the third jar, showed it to me, smirking ... another spider, much lighter brown – no, not a spider, a scorpion! Again, not a very big one, its body only a bit bigger than the spiders' and its legs shorter, but with its vicious stinging tail – a male, no doubt, equipped with toxin to paralyse not only prey and enemies, but especially females it chose to mate with. It was one of the sort that had become a plague in parts of Elmeda, as the climate grew ever warmer and much of our beautiful country was turned to desert by the MSC's scorched-earth tactics.
The Guard lifted the elastic of my briefs, the jar rested on my pussy, a sharp shake and the scorpion was on me, my most sensitive spot. The elastic flicked down, trapping the animal, which – unlike the other arachnids – responded immediately by spearing my skin right on the summit of my soft mound. I jumped involuntarily with the sharp stinging pain, my breasts suddenly leaping scared the spiders who soon dug their fangs in – the one on my left tit bit white skin, the one on the right a few moments later targeted my aureole. Three waves of pain rolled outwards from the three poison-pricks, followed quickly by successive throbs, each following each like ripples in a pool of pain.
I cried out, I could not help moving, squirming to try to absorb the agony, though dreading more assaults, I knew once they'd started the little beasts wouldn't stop until they'd subdued me, rendered me helpless prey. I became aware that the spider on my right breast was keeping her fangs buried close to my nipple, feeding on blood, fat and girl-milk. Her companion on my other breast bit again, I squealed, she too was seeking out tasty fluids.
The scorpion meanwhile was wriggling, struggling around on my shaved pubic triangle, preparing to strike again. It was easy for my tormentors to see each time I experienced another bite or sting, my sharp squeals and violent jerking punctuated more continual groans and writhing as pain from the three sources spread through me, meeting and blending under my ribs, travelling off down my stretched and shackled limbs. It was a pleasurable sight, the men were masturbating shamelessly while they watched.
I don't know how long the creatures were allowed to torture me, it seemed an eternity ...