Brown/Alvarez
(Part one)
- Welcome, Miss Alvarez. Feel comfortable. - Dr. Brown pointed with his palm at the comfortable couch with its soft suede cover.
The young woman, who appeared to be about 30 years old, timidly stepped towards it and then sat down carefully and gracefully crossing her slender legs. She was dressed stylishly - she wore a gray skirt, which now reached about ten centimeters above the knee, and a white shirt, describing her sculpted body. Brown noted to himself that she looked remarkably well for a victim in need of the therapy she was coming to him for.
Dr. Brown...- began his visitor timidly. – I need your help.
The doctor nodded and gestured for her to continue.
- Look... I... I have a problem. Something's going on in my head. And I think it is directly related to what I experienced 14 years ago in Santiago during the persecutions and terror. - Alvarez crossed her arms on her chest and shuddered slightly, which did not go unnoticed by the psychotherapist's experienced eyes. She took off her shoes and raised her feet on the couch, tucking them under her thighs . She smoothed her straight black hair, took a breath and continued. – My name is Leonor Silva Alvarez. That's my full name. I sought you out because you have a reputation as an excellent specialist who has helped many women in my situation. To women who have gone through… (voice trembled) ..through the hell of torture…
Brown spoke in his deep and melodic timbre, suggesting calmness and authority. He also radiated a kind of warmth that awakened in his patients the feeling of home coziness, security and comfort.
- Miss Alvarez... Leonor, if you allow me to address you in this way.
The woman nodded and smiled somewhat sadly. The doctor continued:
- In order to help you I need to dive deep into the genesis of what has changed your emotional world and the matrix of your sensitivity - mental and physical. I want you to tell me in detail, although it will be painful for you, what happened then, and in this way we will both analyze those connections in your emotional gradient that have been damaged or changed. We will be able to mark the steps on the way to your recovery. I will give you back, as far as possible, your former life. Let's get started, Leonor…
Brown leaned back casually in the large leather armchair, located a meter and a half from the couch and put his hands in his lap, where there was an open notebook, on which he was making his notes. The young woman had interlaced her fingers, squeezing them until they turned white. Her gaze was fixed on the floor in front of her. She began to speak slowly. Her voice - unstable, clearly agitated by the memories that began to painfully return to her mind.
- It was the fall of 74. At the time, I had just entered the Polytechnic University of Santiago. Shortly after my 18th birthday. Our lecture had begun when the doors of the aula burst open and at least 30 heavily armed soldiers, led by two senior officers, rushed inside. They started shouting something, and we students were horrified by what was happening. Me and my friend Elena tried to escape through the emergency exits at the upper end of the hall, but more soldiers came out from there and our way was cut off. They caught both of us and started kicking and punching us. The last thing I remember from then is that I fell to the ground and curled up like an embryo, trying to protect myself from the raining blows. Next to me, Elena screamed until I lost consciousness and everything fell into darkness. When I regained my senses I found that I was in a prison cell, lying on a concrete floor. I was alone. I reached up and wiped the blood that was dripping from the corner of my lips with my palm. Screams reached my ears, which very quickly turned into total desperation . They were a woman's screams . Rather, judging by the voice, of a young girl. She was yelling like crazy. I got goosebumps all over. I realized that I was in some of those illegal interrogation centers that I had only heard about and whose existence the junta denied. The girl continued to scream desperately. I covered my ears with my hands. My heart was pounding in anticipation of…
The door of my cell opened, 3 soldiers entered it, took me under the arms and resolutely led me out, literally dragging me along the corridor. We passed a set of stairs that took us down a floor or two to the underground rooms where the terrifying screams of other women and men could be heard. We entered an unpainted room in the center of which was a metal bed. I immediately guessed that this was the dreaded parrilla on which the electric torture took place. Inside were a civilian man with silver hair, a second man with a white apron, another military man with an obviously high rank and...a woman! She was very beautiful. No more than 30, wearing a military uniform consisting of a skirt, boots and a jacket. She was very slender, and her hair was in a tight bun. They made me sit on a chair and put a black bandage over my eyes. They started asking me questions about the participants in some network at the university, about secret quarters, about planned subversive actions and what else ! In other words things I had no idea about. I was in denial, telling them there was some mistake, that I wasn't the person they were looking for, but they kept asking me the same thing. One of the men ordered me to be stripped naked. Before I knew it, they had taken all the clothes off my body. I resisted as much as I could, but to no avail. They placed me on the metal bed and tied me tightly to it. My wrists and ankles were strapped to its four ends. I was breathing fast. My heart would jump out of horror and fear! I foresaw what was coming next! They were going to torture me with an electric current, and I knew absolutely nothing! Someone lit a cigarette and blew the cigarette smoke in my face. My whole body was already shaking uncontrollably. I was naked, tied up, at the mercy of several men and one woman. But my sense of shame was drowned out by my fear.
I heard the clatter of heels around me and knew it was the woman. She pulled up a chair and sat right behind my head. I smelled the expensive perfume of hers . She had crouched directly above me as her voice sounded inches away. I remember her saying: "Leonor, if you don't start talking right now, I'm going to cause you such pain as you never knew possible." She said it calmly, I would even say somehow gently. If I were not in this terrible situation, I would say that the voice even sounded seductive and erotic. I replied that I didn't know what they were talking about, whereupon someone placed between my teeth what I later found out was a short leather strap folded several times over to prevent my tongue from being bitten by the uncontrollable spasms of the current to run through my body. Excuse me, Dr. Brown, may I light a cigarette?
The young woman's fingers trembled. The doctor nodded affirmatively and handed her the lit flame of his lighter. Leonor took a deep drag held the smoke for a short while. Her eyes were watery. A long 10 seconds of complete silence passed, then she continued.
- I felt fingers on my body. Men's fingers. They felt the nipples on my breasts, my clitoris, I also felt them inside me, in my vagina... Someone asked how old I was, and I couldn't speak because of the belt in my mouth. Another replied that I was 18. At the time I had no idea what this meant to my tormentors, but years later I found out that they had made some calculations about the strength of the current, as well as the duration of it in individual sessions. These people had taken torture to an academic level, Dr. Brown... Then I had a sharp pain in my chest when they attached the electrodes to my nipples and an even sharper pain when they did the same to my clit. A short pause. Silence. Then something behind my head buzzed. The woman behind me spoke again. She only said "Water" and after a few seconds someone poured water on my body . I started desperately tossing and turning on the metal bed. I cried. My body shook with the stress of my terror. And then the first shock hit me! The pain was overwhelming! I had never experienced such monstrous agony! The current shook me through my erogenous zones with brutal force! I felt like my breasts and clitoris were being separated from my body with red-hot pliers. Most likely, the shock lasted no more than a few seconds, but it seemed like an eternity to me! My body rose into the air in an arc above the bed, and when the power went out it convulsed back onto the metal mesh below me. My tormentor's perfume gently embraced me again. I felt her palm on my face as well. She caressed me. "Talk to me, Leonor. Talk to me..." she said and the current tore me apart again! It was wild! It was even longer this time. I couldn't scream. I could only flail as far as the straps would allow. My body collapsed back onto the bed again. I could barely catch my breath. I was crying and moaning at the same time. And again the current! And again agony! Even longer and even scarier. Someone turned on the radio. Happy music, I thought, but the next moment the electricity went through me again. I wanted to scream, but only inarticulate sounds came out of my mouth. The world around me turned into an agony through which the perfume of my tormentor could seep through. In the short pauses, I could feel the smooth, tender skin of the hands, which touched me all over. Sometimes they stroked me and turned my head to the side so I wouldn't choke on my own vomit. And then the electricity came again! I hadn't felt when they inserted an extra electrode into my anus, but this way the pain was just tearing me apart! I lost consciousness often, but they revived me again and again with ice water. Repeatedly the men asked questions, the woman caressed me carefully, the doctor pressed the stethoscope to my chest to hear my heartbeat and the questioning continued. I don't know how long it's been. Then the other female prisoners in the neighboring cells told me that I had been absent for almost 4 hours. At the end I couldn't even squirm. I was completely exhausted, and my mind knew only the word pain. I lay semi-conscious on the bed and someone's hands removed the bandage from my eyes. Overhanging me I saw the beautiful face of my stunning tormentor. She was staring into my eyes. She was probably assessing whether and how long they could continue torturing me. She made some kind of sign to the men around me and one of them handed a rope which she skillfully wrapped around my neck. She clamped it tight and started choking me. At the same time the doctor sat down at the bottom of the bed and inserted what seemed to me to be a thick and spiked wooden club deep into my vagina. He began to spin it sadistically into me, and although I was almost completely incapacitated, I began to writhe in brutal pain from this new torture they were putting me through. The woman behind me loosened the loop of the rope every now and then, just enough to catch my breath to scream. They fucked me with that device for a long time. At one time, shortly before I lost consciousness once again, I heard the doctor say that I had begun to bleed and therefore they will suspend the interrogation for the day.
Dr. Brown listened thoughtfully. Embarrassed , he found that his penis had an erection and was secretly pressing it under the notebook. He played nervously with the pen, and his mouth was dry. Leonor Alvarez lit a second cigarette. Her gaze was fixed on the doctor. She looked at him for a while without saying a word, and then continued:
- The next day I was again taken to the same interrogation room. I was naked the whole time and…. they made me sit on the edge of the same metal bed where I had been tortured yesterday. I was squirming in panic, but the men held me tightly and restrained my movements. The beautiful Angel of Pain approached me. That's what I had started to call my tormentor. She held in his hands two metal plates connected at their ends by large screws . She put my breasts between them… Then, for the first time in my life, I regretted having a big bust, Dr. Brown…. And… she started turning the screws at both ends tightening the metal plates like the jaws of a vice, pressing mercilessly against the flesh of my chest. The pain very quickly became unbearable, and then it turned into pure agony! My hands were handcuffed behind my back and one of the uniforms crouched down in front of me and as I screamed in pain (the Angel of Pain continued to screw the nuts!) put another pair of handcuffs around my ankles. Then he stood up and pulled two metal wires that ended in hooks from the ceiling. He tucked them under the top rail on both sides and motioned to someone behind me. I felt the press on my chest start to pull me up! I was completely panicked!!! They would hang me on my pinched chest!!! They acted quickly. The beautiful Angel stood in front of me with his arms folded and watched as my body separated from the ground. I felt like my breasts were going to rip off my body. I screamed at the top of my lungs....Then I lost control over my bladder and my urine splashed down my thighs, down onto the floor…. The men burst into laughter, and the Angel was still watching me with that slight smile at the corners of her sensual lips. I was convulsing... my world became hell! And to add to my torment, they started beating me with some kind of cables on my stomach and back. I don't know how long it lasted... I really don't know... I only remember that I often lost consciousness and that they kept asking me the same questions. Finally they ended up leaving me hanging on my chest for the entire evening. In the morning they took me back to the cell. They kept me in the center for a few more days, but they didn't take me to the interrogation room anymore. Every time I heard the footsteps of the military past my door, I would get high and… I would piss myself . The thought that they might torture me again drove me crazy!
After I was released... After I was released, I was able to transfer with the help of my friends to Mexico, and from there to Detroit.
It was many years until… until I overcame the nightmare of those days, Dr. Brown. I could not think about a man and about sex for a long time. And being close to a woman terrified me. The memory of the Beautiful Angel was too intrusive and painful…
- How long was it before you were intimate with a man, Leonor? Brown asked, adjusting his glasses with a finger.
- Um… - I think it took me a whole 5 years, doctor. With this boy, we then had a relationship, which lasted for several years, but... Do you know what I found out even then?? I found that I can't get excited enough if I'm not in pain! I needed the pain! I was looking for it ! Something in my head was broken beyond repair, Dr. Brown. Tell me, what should I do?
The doctor cleared his throat and spoke in his pleasant velvety voice.
- Many years have passed since those events. Freud says that every woman is deeply masochistic by nature and just needs a catalyst to "pull the switch" and turn on that other "dark half" in her. This is exactly what happened to you. The pain you experienced then, concentrated in your erogenous zones, combined with the way those people and so-called Angel treated you - all this played its part, Leonor. You have discovered this dark abyss of sexuality within you and, I assure you, it is bottomless! What happened in that interrogation room brought you agony and pain that you had never felt before, but now… now you feel the need for that particular kind of doping for your drive.
Brown stood up and slowly walked around the couch, standing behind the young woman. Leonor had straightened up and was sitting with her knees together on the edge. Her body was tense. She turned her head slowly, as people do when they want to move their stiff cervical spines, and her hair fell over her shoulders. The doctor slowly removed his belt from the buckles of his trousers and with an almost gentle movement he slowly and skillfully wrapped it twice around the woman's neck. At first she flinched and shuddered, kicking her legs (Brown was enjoying the sight of beautiful legs...) but then she leaned back against the man. With her left hand she covered her breasts and began to caress and massage them, and her right hand passed between her thighs up - where she pressed her clit, covered by the fine fabric of the expensive and silky underwear. Brown grabbed both ends of his belt and began to straddle them in opposite directions, choking the young woman. However, she did not resist, but continued to touch herself. The doctor's penis was monstrously hard! Leonor's head rested on the bulge behind her and from her mouth a strangled moan escaped. He rarely had the opportunity to satisfy his darkest fantasies with a woman who could so perfectly impress the sadist in him! And now life gave him a real masochist and he would not miss the golden chance to use that opportunity! Painfully !
He leaned over her and whispered in her ear :
- Do you want me to help you, Leonor??
He loosened the noose around her neck for a short while and the young woman, breathing furiously, moaned:
- I miss this… Please…. I want it !
Brown pulled the head with the belt close to him and gently asked again:
- Do you want to release yourself through pain?? Do you want me to give you PAIN??!
He tightened the belt again and Leonor's slender legs began to kick helplessly. Brown felt like he was going to ejaculate in his pants! He relaxed his grip, and the woman was suffocating, trying to catch her breath.
- What do you want Leonor..? Tell me…
The woman twisted her body sweetly, intoxicated by the lack of oxygen and the overload of the nervous system. The colors of the universes within her were dyed crimson. A wet diaper with a crimson hue spread before her eyes... Her hips opened and her skirt rose up. The doctor grasped both ends of the belt with his left hand and lowered his right down between her legs. Deftly he made his way under the edge of the thong and slipped three fingers into her already wet vagina. He tightened the belt the moment his fingers pressed the thing up and in. He moved them several times, as if caressing her from the inside. He knew the female anatomy perfectly and unmistakably felt the slightly rough part of the mucous membrane that threw women into the unforgettable ecstasy of the most scorching orgasms. Leonor's face turned red, her eyes began to roll upward, and she squirted into Brown's palm until her whole body shook uncontrollably.
The doctor relaxed the belt and waited a few minutes for the woman to recover her breathing and regain consciousness. He took his fingers out of her and put them in her mouth to lick them.
He had amazing ideas about this beautiful young woman who had happily found herself in his office today. He thought about one more thing. For another charming game of fate!
For one small detail.
Years ago, an interesting lady came into his life by a strange coincidence. She claimed to him that she was politically repressed in her own country and sought refuge in America from justice in her homeland . They had started a wild sexual relationship. She was passionate! She was... even a little crazy... She was beautiful like an Angel!
And dreamed with him. She dreamed of games... For games in which there is pain, screams, sperm , squirts, agony and young women...
Before he called her on the phone and informed her that he had a surprise for her, he tried to remember what that amazing perfume was that she was wearing...
(Part one)
- Welcome, Miss Alvarez. Feel comfortable. - Dr. Brown pointed with his palm at the comfortable couch with its soft suede cover.
The young woman, who appeared to be about 30 years old, timidly stepped towards it and then sat down carefully and gracefully crossing her slender legs. She was dressed stylishly - she wore a gray skirt, which now reached about ten centimeters above the knee, and a white shirt, describing her sculpted body. Brown noted to himself that she looked remarkably well for a victim in need of the therapy she was coming to him for.
Dr. Brown...- began his visitor timidly. – I need your help.
The doctor nodded and gestured for her to continue.
- Look... I... I have a problem. Something's going on in my head. And I think it is directly related to what I experienced 14 years ago in Santiago during the persecutions and terror. - Alvarez crossed her arms on her chest and shuddered slightly, which did not go unnoticed by the psychotherapist's experienced eyes. She took off her shoes and raised her feet on the couch, tucking them under her thighs . She smoothed her straight black hair, took a breath and continued. – My name is Leonor Silva Alvarez. That's my full name. I sought you out because you have a reputation as an excellent specialist who has helped many women in my situation. To women who have gone through… (voice trembled) ..through the hell of torture…
Brown spoke in his deep and melodic timbre, suggesting calmness and authority. He also radiated a kind of warmth that awakened in his patients the feeling of home coziness, security and comfort.
- Miss Alvarez... Leonor, if you allow me to address you in this way.
The woman nodded and smiled somewhat sadly. The doctor continued:
- In order to help you I need to dive deep into the genesis of what has changed your emotional world and the matrix of your sensitivity - mental and physical. I want you to tell me in detail, although it will be painful for you, what happened then, and in this way we will both analyze those connections in your emotional gradient that have been damaged or changed. We will be able to mark the steps on the way to your recovery. I will give you back, as far as possible, your former life. Let's get started, Leonor…
Brown leaned back casually in the large leather armchair, located a meter and a half from the couch and put his hands in his lap, where there was an open notebook, on which he was making his notes. The young woman had interlaced her fingers, squeezing them until they turned white. Her gaze was fixed on the floor in front of her. She began to speak slowly. Her voice - unstable, clearly agitated by the memories that began to painfully return to her mind.
- It was the fall of 74. At the time, I had just entered the Polytechnic University of Santiago. Shortly after my 18th birthday. Our lecture had begun when the doors of the aula burst open and at least 30 heavily armed soldiers, led by two senior officers, rushed inside. They started shouting something, and we students were horrified by what was happening. Me and my friend Elena tried to escape through the emergency exits at the upper end of the hall, but more soldiers came out from there and our way was cut off. They caught both of us and started kicking and punching us. The last thing I remember from then is that I fell to the ground and curled up like an embryo, trying to protect myself from the raining blows. Next to me, Elena screamed until I lost consciousness and everything fell into darkness. When I regained my senses I found that I was in a prison cell, lying on a concrete floor. I was alone. I reached up and wiped the blood that was dripping from the corner of my lips with my palm. Screams reached my ears, which very quickly turned into total desperation . They were a woman's screams . Rather, judging by the voice, of a young girl. She was yelling like crazy. I got goosebumps all over. I realized that I was in some of those illegal interrogation centers that I had only heard about and whose existence the junta denied. The girl continued to scream desperately. I covered my ears with my hands. My heart was pounding in anticipation of…
The door of my cell opened, 3 soldiers entered it, took me under the arms and resolutely led me out, literally dragging me along the corridor. We passed a set of stairs that took us down a floor or two to the underground rooms where the terrifying screams of other women and men could be heard. We entered an unpainted room in the center of which was a metal bed. I immediately guessed that this was the dreaded parrilla on which the electric torture took place. Inside were a civilian man with silver hair, a second man with a white apron, another military man with an obviously high rank and...a woman! She was very beautiful. No more than 30, wearing a military uniform consisting of a skirt, boots and a jacket. She was very slender, and her hair was in a tight bun. They made me sit on a chair and put a black bandage over my eyes. They started asking me questions about the participants in some network at the university, about secret quarters, about planned subversive actions and what else ! In other words things I had no idea about. I was in denial, telling them there was some mistake, that I wasn't the person they were looking for, but they kept asking me the same thing. One of the men ordered me to be stripped naked. Before I knew it, they had taken all the clothes off my body. I resisted as much as I could, but to no avail. They placed me on the metal bed and tied me tightly to it. My wrists and ankles were strapped to its four ends. I was breathing fast. My heart would jump out of horror and fear! I foresaw what was coming next! They were going to torture me with an electric current, and I knew absolutely nothing! Someone lit a cigarette and blew the cigarette smoke in my face. My whole body was already shaking uncontrollably. I was naked, tied up, at the mercy of several men and one woman. But my sense of shame was drowned out by my fear.
I heard the clatter of heels around me and knew it was the woman. She pulled up a chair and sat right behind my head. I smelled the expensive perfume of hers . She had crouched directly above me as her voice sounded inches away. I remember her saying: "Leonor, if you don't start talking right now, I'm going to cause you such pain as you never knew possible." She said it calmly, I would even say somehow gently. If I were not in this terrible situation, I would say that the voice even sounded seductive and erotic. I replied that I didn't know what they were talking about, whereupon someone placed between my teeth what I later found out was a short leather strap folded several times over to prevent my tongue from being bitten by the uncontrollable spasms of the current to run through my body. Excuse me, Dr. Brown, may I light a cigarette?
The young woman's fingers trembled. The doctor nodded affirmatively and handed her the lit flame of his lighter. Leonor took a deep drag held the smoke for a short while. Her eyes were watery. A long 10 seconds of complete silence passed, then she continued.
- I felt fingers on my body. Men's fingers. They felt the nipples on my breasts, my clitoris, I also felt them inside me, in my vagina... Someone asked how old I was, and I couldn't speak because of the belt in my mouth. Another replied that I was 18. At the time I had no idea what this meant to my tormentors, but years later I found out that they had made some calculations about the strength of the current, as well as the duration of it in individual sessions. These people had taken torture to an academic level, Dr. Brown... Then I had a sharp pain in my chest when they attached the electrodes to my nipples and an even sharper pain when they did the same to my clit. A short pause. Silence. Then something behind my head buzzed. The woman behind me spoke again. She only said "Water" and after a few seconds someone poured water on my body . I started desperately tossing and turning on the metal bed. I cried. My body shook with the stress of my terror. And then the first shock hit me! The pain was overwhelming! I had never experienced such monstrous agony! The current shook me through my erogenous zones with brutal force! I felt like my breasts and clitoris were being separated from my body with red-hot pliers. Most likely, the shock lasted no more than a few seconds, but it seemed like an eternity to me! My body rose into the air in an arc above the bed, and when the power went out it convulsed back onto the metal mesh below me. My tormentor's perfume gently embraced me again. I felt her palm on my face as well. She caressed me. "Talk to me, Leonor. Talk to me..." she said and the current tore me apart again! It was wild! It was even longer this time. I couldn't scream. I could only flail as far as the straps would allow. My body collapsed back onto the bed again. I could barely catch my breath. I was crying and moaning at the same time. And again the current! And again agony! Even longer and even scarier. Someone turned on the radio. Happy music, I thought, but the next moment the electricity went through me again. I wanted to scream, but only inarticulate sounds came out of my mouth. The world around me turned into an agony through which the perfume of my tormentor could seep through. In the short pauses, I could feel the smooth, tender skin of the hands, which touched me all over. Sometimes they stroked me and turned my head to the side so I wouldn't choke on my own vomit. And then the electricity came again! I hadn't felt when they inserted an extra electrode into my anus, but this way the pain was just tearing me apart! I lost consciousness often, but they revived me again and again with ice water. Repeatedly the men asked questions, the woman caressed me carefully, the doctor pressed the stethoscope to my chest to hear my heartbeat and the questioning continued. I don't know how long it's been. Then the other female prisoners in the neighboring cells told me that I had been absent for almost 4 hours. At the end I couldn't even squirm. I was completely exhausted, and my mind knew only the word pain. I lay semi-conscious on the bed and someone's hands removed the bandage from my eyes. Overhanging me I saw the beautiful face of my stunning tormentor. She was staring into my eyes. She was probably assessing whether and how long they could continue torturing me. She made some kind of sign to the men around me and one of them handed a rope which she skillfully wrapped around my neck. She clamped it tight and started choking me. At the same time the doctor sat down at the bottom of the bed and inserted what seemed to me to be a thick and spiked wooden club deep into my vagina. He began to spin it sadistically into me, and although I was almost completely incapacitated, I began to writhe in brutal pain from this new torture they were putting me through. The woman behind me loosened the loop of the rope every now and then, just enough to catch my breath to scream. They fucked me with that device for a long time. At one time, shortly before I lost consciousness once again, I heard the doctor say that I had begun to bleed and therefore they will suspend the interrogation for the day.
Dr. Brown listened thoughtfully. Embarrassed , he found that his penis had an erection and was secretly pressing it under the notebook. He played nervously with the pen, and his mouth was dry. Leonor Alvarez lit a second cigarette. Her gaze was fixed on the doctor. She looked at him for a while without saying a word, and then continued:
- The next day I was again taken to the same interrogation room. I was naked the whole time and…. they made me sit on the edge of the same metal bed where I had been tortured yesterday. I was squirming in panic, but the men held me tightly and restrained my movements. The beautiful Angel of Pain approached me. That's what I had started to call my tormentor. She held in his hands two metal plates connected at their ends by large screws . She put my breasts between them… Then, for the first time in my life, I regretted having a big bust, Dr. Brown…. And… she started turning the screws at both ends tightening the metal plates like the jaws of a vice, pressing mercilessly against the flesh of my chest. The pain very quickly became unbearable, and then it turned into pure agony! My hands were handcuffed behind my back and one of the uniforms crouched down in front of me and as I screamed in pain (the Angel of Pain continued to screw the nuts!) put another pair of handcuffs around my ankles. Then he stood up and pulled two metal wires that ended in hooks from the ceiling. He tucked them under the top rail on both sides and motioned to someone behind me. I felt the press on my chest start to pull me up! I was completely panicked!!! They would hang me on my pinched chest!!! They acted quickly. The beautiful Angel stood in front of me with his arms folded and watched as my body separated from the ground. I felt like my breasts were going to rip off my body. I screamed at the top of my lungs....Then I lost control over my bladder and my urine splashed down my thighs, down onto the floor…. The men burst into laughter, and the Angel was still watching me with that slight smile at the corners of her sensual lips. I was convulsing... my world became hell! And to add to my torment, they started beating me with some kind of cables on my stomach and back. I don't know how long it lasted... I really don't know... I only remember that I often lost consciousness and that they kept asking me the same questions. Finally they ended up leaving me hanging on my chest for the entire evening. In the morning they took me back to the cell. They kept me in the center for a few more days, but they didn't take me to the interrogation room anymore. Every time I heard the footsteps of the military past my door, I would get high and… I would piss myself . The thought that they might torture me again drove me crazy!
After I was released... After I was released, I was able to transfer with the help of my friends to Mexico, and from there to Detroit.
It was many years until… until I overcame the nightmare of those days, Dr. Brown. I could not think about a man and about sex for a long time. And being close to a woman terrified me. The memory of the Beautiful Angel was too intrusive and painful…
- How long was it before you were intimate with a man, Leonor? Brown asked, adjusting his glasses with a finger.
- Um… - I think it took me a whole 5 years, doctor. With this boy, we then had a relationship, which lasted for several years, but... Do you know what I found out even then?? I found that I can't get excited enough if I'm not in pain! I needed the pain! I was looking for it ! Something in my head was broken beyond repair, Dr. Brown. Tell me, what should I do?
The doctor cleared his throat and spoke in his pleasant velvety voice.
- Many years have passed since those events. Freud says that every woman is deeply masochistic by nature and just needs a catalyst to "pull the switch" and turn on that other "dark half" in her. This is exactly what happened to you. The pain you experienced then, concentrated in your erogenous zones, combined with the way those people and so-called Angel treated you - all this played its part, Leonor. You have discovered this dark abyss of sexuality within you and, I assure you, it is bottomless! What happened in that interrogation room brought you agony and pain that you had never felt before, but now… now you feel the need for that particular kind of doping for your drive.
Brown stood up and slowly walked around the couch, standing behind the young woman. Leonor had straightened up and was sitting with her knees together on the edge. Her body was tense. She turned her head slowly, as people do when they want to move their stiff cervical spines, and her hair fell over her shoulders. The doctor slowly removed his belt from the buckles of his trousers and with an almost gentle movement he slowly and skillfully wrapped it twice around the woman's neck. At first she flinched and shuddered, kicking her legs (Brown was enjoying the sight of beautiful legs...) but then she leaned back against the man. With her left hand she covered her breasts and began to caress and massage them, and her right hand passed between her thighs up - where she pressed her clit, covered by the fine fabric of the expensive and silky underwear. Brown grabbed both ends of his belt and began to straddle them in opposite directions, choking the young woman. However, she did not resist, but continued to touch herself. The doctor's penis was monstrously hard! Leonor's head rested on the bulge behind her and from her mouth a strangled moan escaped. He rarely had the opportunity to satisfy his darkest fantasies with a woman who could so perfectly impress the sadist in him! And now life gave him a real masochist and he would not miss the golden chance to use that opportunity! Painfully !
He leaned over her and whispered in her ear :
- Do you want me to help you, Leonor??
He loosened the noose around her neck for a short while and the young woman, breathing furiously, moaned:
- I miss this… Please…. I want it !
Brown pulled the head with the belt close to him and gently asked again:
- Do you want to release yourself through pain?? Do you want me to give you PAIN??!
He tightened the belt again and Leonor's slender legs began to kick helplessly. Brown felt like he was going to ejaculate in his pants! He relaxed his grip, and the woman was suffocating, trying to catch her breath.
- What do you want Leonor..? Tell me…
The woman twisted her body sweetly, intoxicated by the lack of oxygen and the overload of the nervous system. The colors of the universes within her were dyed crimson. A wet diaper with a crimson hue spread before her eyes... Her hips opened and her skirt rose up. The doctor grasped both ends of the belt with his left hand and lowered his right down between her legs. Deftly he made his way under the edge of the thong and slipped three fingers into her already wet vagina. He tightened the belt the moment his fingers pressed the thing up and in. He moved them several times, as if caressing her from the inside. He knew the female anatomy perfectly and unmistakably felt the slightly rough part of the mucous membrane that threw women into the unforgettable ecstasy of the most scorching orgasms. Leonor's face turned red, her eyes began to roll upward, and she squirted into Brown's palm until her whole body shook uncontrollably.
The doctor relaxed the belt and waited a few minutes for the woman to recover her breathing and regain consciousness. He took his fingers out of her and put them in her mouth to lick them.
He had amazing ideas about this beautiful young woman who had happily found herself in his office today. He thought about one more thing. For another charming game of fate!
For one small detail.
Years ago, an interesting lady came into his life by a strange coincidence. She claimed to him that she was politically repressed in her own country and sought refuge in America from justice in her homeland . They had started a wild sexual relationship. She was passionate! She was... even a little crazy... She was beautiful like an Angel!
And dreamed with him. She dreamed of games... For games in which there is pain, screams, sperm , squirts, agony and young women...
Before he called her on the phone and informed her that he had a surprise for her, he tried to remember what that amazing perfume was that she was wearing...