Darth Agonoth
Magistrate
I find the time manipulation really clever too.
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Introduction to the Torture of the Female Body
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jbs073
Spectator
I really enjoyed the chapter on the psychology of stripping. Personally I like the idea of dragging out how long a prisoner is still left with her underwear. Let her feel like she has something to lose, to cling to. And sexy cute underwear, can turn what was a serious drama, into an erotic porn. A woman looks even less dignified in sexy undies than butt naked.
One of my favorite scenarios is giving dignified haughty women political prisoners, nothing but sexy lingerie g-strings to wear, and watching their dignity break, as they are willing to wear anything as better than butt naked.
I love the idea of forcing them into a bdsm-type submissive sexual relationship, and at that point no political secrets can be hidden from her sexual Master.
One of my favorite scenarios is giving dignified haughty women political prisoners, nothing but sexy lingerie g-strings to wear, and watching their dignity break, as they are willing to wear anything as better than butt naked.
I love the idea of forcing them into a bdsm-type submissive sexual relationship, and at that point no political secrets can be hidden from her sexual Master.
Kathy
Terra Nova Tramp
So much to learn from all of this wonderful info , thanks so much for sharing it on here
Didymos
Executioner
It's been my pleasure - really!
jhon scot
Spectator
Dear Didymos,
Thank you for your warm words. I got my inspiration from your wonderful work and I am grateful to you and Miss Gomez. I bring here my third story, Punishment, and I hope you'll like it too.
As to a thread of my own, I feel that your thread is the right place for my stories and I hope that more and more people will discover your wonderful thread (like I did) and enjoy my memories as an interrogator at your center and perhaps even tell their own stories
Thank you for your warm words. I got my inspiration from your wonderful work and I am grateful to you and Miss Gomez. I bring here my third story, Punishment, and I hope you'll like it too.
As to a thread of my own, I feel that your thread is the right place for my stories and I hope that more and more people will discover your wonderful thread (like I did) and enjoy my memories as an interrogator at your center and perhaps even tell their own stories
jhon scot
Spectator
Punishment Part I
Following the information that Susanna Frizio provided during her interrogation (see details in the story Susanna - the first girl I treated in a torture interrogation), all members of the subversive cell that was established at the university were arrested - the four men, led by Mario Molina and the three women, Fidela, Bruna and Camila. Mario incriminated all the others in his interrogation, so there was no point in interrogating them as well. The three women were brought before a judge and sentenced to long prison terms in the special prison for political prisoners. Fidela, who was Mario's right-hand woman and helped him organize the group, was sentenced to four and a half years in prison and Bruna and Camila to two and a half years each.
As you all know, the prison for political female prisoners is not a pleasant place to be and two and a half years in prison, not to mention the four and a half years sentenced to Fidela, are a difficult experience that they will remember for the rest of their life.
It must be said that they were exemplary prisoners for a long time and obeyed the strict rules of the prison, unlike other prisoners who did not adapt to the iron discipline that prevailed there and paid a heavy price for it in the penal facility.
As you know, in addition to the interrogation wing, we also have a penal center here to which prisoners who have violated the rules are sent. Every Wednesday morning, an armored vehicle arrives here from the women's prison, which is located at the other end of the island, less than a quarter of an hour's drive away.
After serving their sentence, they are transported back in a regular ambulance, which leaves here at exactly three o'clock, accompanied by two armed guards. "We simply realized," Major Alfredo explained to me, "that after serving their sentence they usually need medical treatment and are very submissive and disciplined, so a driver and two guards are enough to take them back to prison."
It is a very convenient arrangement for both parties. On the one hand, it saves the prison authorities all the trouble involved in maintaining an independent punishment center with a special team and everything necessary to carry out the punishments, and on the other hand, from our point of view, since we already have all the devices suitable for any type of punishment, and the skilled personnel to operate them, we have no difficulty. On the contrary, we welcome the possibilities that this opens up for us.
Wednesdays are holidays for us. Only a few interrogations are conducted on them that do not tolerate delay and the interrogating team can practice on the prisoners who have been sentenced to punishment, with a selection of tools, and enjoy providing diverse treatments to the prisoners without pressure and without having to interrogate them. Simply punish them and derive full pleasure from it.
When Major Alfredo granted me the right last Wednesday to carry out the weekly punishments for the prisoners who had failed, I was very happy. I was surprised to learn that this time the shipment would only include three prisoners, and that they were Fidella, Bruna, and Camila, the three girls who had been captured and arrested based on the information I had extracted from Susanna.
"That's very interesting." Major Alfredo told me, "This week in the women's prison was quieter than usual and there were no disciplinary violations that required punishment in our punishment center except for this group, and what is even stranger is that throughout their entire imprisonment so far, they have supported each other and acted as a cohesive group. On Sunday, Fidela began to incite and agitate other prisoners and persuade them to go on a hunger strike demanding that the daily walking hours in the prison yard be increased from three to six hours and that they be allowed to talk during dinner. As you know, we enforced iron discipline in the prison for political women prisoners and, among other things, they were forbidden to talk during meals. Anyone who dared to break the silence and utter even one word was punished immediately. The usual punishment for talking during meals was what we call a 'speaking fast' for 48 hours. This doesn't sound like a particularly cruel punishment, but for women to be completely silent and not say a word for two days is not an easy thing. During the fast, the punished woman is closely monitored. A prisoner who speaks during the 'fast' is punished immediately even if she utters a single word, even if she falls down and says 'Ouch!', and there have also been cases where women who were sentenced to a speech fast were punished after talking in their sleep! It also happens that other prisoners who are in conflict with the punished prisoner take advantage of her situation and pinch or hit her to make her shout or curse so that she can be punished for breaking the speech fast. The usual punishment for someone who speaks during a speaking fast is one whipping for every word she utters.
Now, what happened to Fidela is that she was sentenced to a 48-hour speech fast that was due to end yesterday at twelve o'clock. In the breakfast line, she suddenly stood up and held up the line. The guard pushed her with her club, giving her a light push: 'Come on, honey, don't hold up the line,' and to the surprise of everyone there, she turned to the guard and said to her: 'Shut your mouth, stinking whore!' and she immediately fell silent when she realized what a serious offense she had committed. Imagine: cursing a guard, and in public! The guard looked at her silently and only said to her: 'You'll pay a heavy price for this!' The punishment for verbally abusing a guard is four lashes for each word instead of one lash. Five words – twenty whippings.
Five minutes after that, another incident occurred. Bruna and Camila, her two best friends, instead of supporting her, tried to provoke her and make her say more words. Bruna pinched her arm hard and Camila kicked her under the table. They failed to get her to utter another word or cry out in pain, but the guard noticed their actions and in the evening, the three were brought for a speedy trial. Fidela was sentenced to twenty lashes and Bruna and Camila to a ten-minute crushing each. 'Crushing', for those unfamiliar with our jargon, means a massive crushing of both breasts of the punished woman for ten minutes.
They will be here shortly," Major Alfredo concluded, "and we have decided to give you the pleasure of carrying out the punishments. I am sure you will enjoy it."
"Thank you." I told him, "I really appreciate it. I would be very happy to punish them, and I'm sure I would get a lot of pleasure from it, but there's something strange here. Fidela knows the rules very well and it's not appropriate for her to curse a guard, especially while she's on a speech fast, and what's even stranger is the fight that broke out between them and Bruna and Camila's attempts to make her sentence more severe."
"Just a coincidence. You know we keep the prisoners on a very tight leash and every now and then they don't stand up to the pressure."
"I'm not sure. I have a feeling they're up to something."
"You're just paranoid!"
"Maybe, but I have a small request. Ask the guards who are escorting them here to keep a close eye on them and report to me every word they say."
"Very well. I'll do it."
As soon as the prisoners' van arrived at the punishment center, I turned to the two guards escorting them and asked them if anything unusual had happened on the way. The first guard thought for a moment and said: "I saw Fidela whisper something in Camila 's ear, but I didn't catch what she said to her. I think I heard the word floor but I don't know in what context."
I turned to the second guard. "Just before we put them in the car, I saw Fidela whisper something to Bruna too but I only caught one word, something that sounded like sine."
Do you mean a sign?"
"Yes, but maybe she actually said sigh. I have no idea what she meant.”
I entered the punishment room—a large room with a multitude of horrifying devices.
Bruno and Camila were handcuffed to restraint chairs, dressed in gray prison clothes. Fidela sat handcuffed in a special spanking chair. In normal mode, this chair resembled a regular restraint chair that allowed access to the front side of the punished woman’s body, but for back and buttocks spankings, a metal plate could be attached to the punished woman’s chest and stomach to support her during the spanking. Then the chair could be tilted forward on a pivot, the back and buttocks supports removed, and her back and buttocks exposed.
“I’m glad to meet you,” I said, “I understand that you’ve been really good girls up until now, but this week you decided to play around a bit. I really hope that after our meeting you’ll get back on track and obey the rules.”
“Today,” I continued, telling them, “I’m in a good mood. I’ve been promoted and given a new rank. Since this is your first visit to the punishment center, I would like to show you some of the nice tools and accessories that we use."
I rolled the chest of drawers toward them and presented their contents to them, drawer after drawer.
"Here is an impressive collection of pliers, pincers and tongs for vise-grip that are used to crush, split, tear, and displace various organs and can cause excruciating pain, and here you can see a selection of whips, straps, and whips and other instruments for flogging. The next drawer," I explained to them, "contains needles and syringes of all kinds and various solutions that, when injected into certain areas of the female body, can cause unbearable pain."
As I spoke, I noticed that Bruna's body was shaking uncontrollably.
"And here in the left drawer," I continued and explained, "there are a variety of instruments that can be heated until white-hot – pliers, displacing devices, awls, and skewers. You can guess for yourself what kind of pain they can cause."
The last drawer I showed them contained the devices for administering electric shocks. "Here is a new device we have developed that can be used to treat different organs with incredible precision, regulate the strength of the current appropriate for each organ and control the level of pain that will be caused to the patient."
In the corner of the drawer were also several rolls of steel wool. Camila looked at them and a shadow passed over her face.
"Okay," I said, "let's get to the matter for which we summoned you here. It is written here that you, Bruna, and your friend, Camila, are each sentenced to ten minutes of breast-crushing, while Fidela is to receive twenty lashes. "Let's start with you, Bruna."
I reached for her shirt and started unbuttoning it. I took off her bra and looked at her. Her breasts weren't particularly large. I caressed them, and she shivered at my touch.
"I'll settle for a manual squeeze." I said, "Although protocol allows me to use a clamp."
I lightly squeezed her nipple with two fingers, and she grimaced in pain. I clenched my fists around the areola and began to squeeze it harder and harder.
A scream escaped her mouth, "Ouch! It hurts!"
"Yes, absolutely," I said, "that's the goal, but that's just the beginning."
I dug my nails deep into the flesh of her areola and twisted it from side to side. She began to scream in pain and tears welled up in her eyes.
"I've only just begun." I said and pressed her breast hard with both hands. I enjoyed hurting her so much more and more. Her screams aroused me. After five minutes of intense pressing, I let go of her. Her right breast swelled. Thin streams of blood flowed from the wounds my nails had made. She was breathing heavily and sobbing.
"By the way," I told her, "the guard told me that before you got on the car, Fidela whispered something in your ear. What did she say to you?"
She looked at me with a frightened look, "I... I... I don't remember."
"Well," I laughed, "women's secrets. Get some rest and in the meantime, I'll take care of Camila."
I exposed Camila's breasts. Unlike Bruna, she had magnificent, firm breasts, larger than average. I looked at them and felt my penis begin to erect. This time I decided to use the devices. I took a breast clamp out of one of the drawers and showed it to her.
"This is an electric tool that allows for massive squeezing of breasts the size you have." I told her. "You must be proud of your magnificent breasts, but I'm afraid that because of their size, the squeezing pains you'll feel in a moment will be much more intense than those felt by Bruna, your friend."
She turned pale and stared at the device in horror.
"We'll start with your right breast." I said.
I tightened the terrible clamps around her large breast.
"The device contains many moving parts that can attack the different parts of the breast from different directions at different levels of intensity. We'll start with a moderate level of pain."
I pressed the button. The device began its diabolical operation, crushing all parts of the breast from the nipple and areola to the base of the breast and the pectoral muscles. The pain she suffered was, as expected, much more intense than the pain caused by my hand pressing on Bruna's breast. She began to scream hysterically, cry and beg me to stop. I pressed another button, and the clamps tightened their squeezes. Her whole body trembled with the intensity of the pain and she screamed without ceasing. Her screams warmed my heart. It was pure pleasure. After five minutes, I stopped the machine and removed the clamps from her. Her right breast was crushed and distorted and full of blue and red marks. Blood was dripping from places where the skin had been torn by the force of the crushing. She continued to cry for a long time.
Following the information that Susanna Frizio provided during her interrogation (see details in the story Susanna - the first girl I treated in a torture interrogation), all members of the subversive cell that was established at the university were arrested - the four men, led by Mario Molina and the three women, Fidela, Bruna and Camila. Mario incriminated all the others in his interrogation, so there was no point in interrogating them as well. The three women were brought before a judge and sentenced to long prison terms in the special prison for political prisoners. Fidela, who was Mario's right-hand woman and helped him organize the group, was sentenced to four and a half years in prison and Bruna and Camila to two and a half years each.
As you all know, the prison for political female prisoners is not a pleasant place to be and two and a half years in prison, not to mention the four and a half years sentenced to Fidela, are a difficult experience that they will remember for the rest of their life.
It must be said that they were exemplary prisoners for a long time and obeyed the strict rules of the prison, unlike other prisoners who did not adapt to the iron discipline that prevailed there and paid a heavy price for it in the penal facility.
As you know, in addition to the interrogation wing, we also have a penal center here to which prisoners who have violated the rules are sent. Every Wednesday morning, an armored vehicle arrives here from the women's prison, which is located at the other end of the island, less than a quarter of an hour's drive away.
After serving their sentence, they are transported back in a regular ambulance, which leaves here at exactly three o'clock, accompanied by two armed guards. "We simply realized," Major Alfredo explained to me, "that after serving their sentence they usually need medical treatment and are very submissive and disciplined, so a driver and two guards are enough to take them back to prison."
It is a very convenient arrangement for both parties. On the one hand, it saves the prison authorities all the trouble involved in maintaining an independent punishment center with a special team and everything necessary to carry out the punishments, and on the other hand, from our point of view, since we already have all the devices suitable for any type of punishment, and the skilled personnel to operate them, we have no difficulty. On the contrary, we welcome the possibilities that this opens up for us.
Wednesdays are holidays for us. Only a few interrogations are conducted on them that do not tolerate delay and the interrogating team can practice on the prisoners who have been sentenced to punishment, with a selection of tools, and enjoy providing diverse treatments to the prisoners without pressure and without having to interrogate them. Simply punish them and derive full pleasure from it.
When Major Alfredo granted me the right last Wednesday to carry out the weekly punishments for the prisoners who had failed, I was very happy. I was surprised to learn that this time the shipment would only include three prisoners, and that they were Fidella, Bruna, and Camila, the three girls who had been captured and arrested based on the information I had extracted from Susanna.
"That's very interesting." Major Alfredo told me, "This week in the women's prison was quieter than usual and there were no disciplinary violations that required punishment in our punishment center except for this group, and what is even stranger is that throughout their entire imprisonment so far, they have supported each other and acted as a cohesive group. On Sunday, Fidela began to incite and agitate other prisoners and persuade them to go on a hunger strike demanding that the daily walking hours in the prison yard be increased from three to six hours and that they be allowed to talk during dinner. As you know, we enforced iron discipline in the prison for political women prisoners and, among other things, they were forbidden to talk during meals. Anyone who dared to break the silence and utter even one word was punished immediately. The usual punishment for talking during meals was what we call a 'speaking fast' for 48 hours. This doesn't sound like a particularly cruel punishment, but for women to be completely silent and not say a word for two days is not an easy thing. During the fast, the punished woman is closely monitored. A prisoner who speaks during the 'fast' is punished immediately even if she utters a single word, even if she falls down and says 'Ouch!', and there have also been cases where women who were sentenced to a speech fast were punished after talking in their sleep! It also happens that other prisoners who are in conflict with the punished prisoner take advantage of her situation and pinch or hit her to make her shout or curse so that she can be punished for breaking the speech fast. The usual punishment for someone who speaks during a speaking fast is one whipping for every word she utters.
Now, what happened to Fidela is that she was sentenced to a 48-hour speech fast that was due to end yesterday at twelve o'clock. In the breakfast line, she suddenly stood up and held up the line. The guard pushed her with her club, giving her a light push: 'Come on, honey, don't hold up the line,' and to the surprise of everyone there, she turned to the guard and said to her: 'Shut your mouth, stinking whore!' and she immediately fell silent when she realized what a serious offense she had committed. Imagine: cursing a guard, and in public! The guard looked at her silently and only said to her: 'You'll pay a heavy price for this!' The punishment for verbally abusing a guard is four lashes for each word instead of one lash. Five words – twenty whippings.
Five minutes after that, another incident occurred. Bruna and Camila, her two best friends, instead of supporting her, tried to provoke her and make her say more words. Bruna pinched her arm hard and Camila kicked her under the table. They failed to get her to utter another word or cry out in pain, but the guard noticed their actions and in the evening, the three were brought for a speedy trial. Fidela was sentenced to twenty lashes and Bruna and Camila to a ten-minute crushing each. 'Crushing', for those unfamiliar with our jargon, means a massive crushing of both breasts of the punished woman for ten minutes.
They will be here shortly," Major Alfredo concluded, "and we have decided to give you the pleasure of carrying out the punishments. I am sure you will enjoy it."
"Thank you." I told him, "I really appreciate it. I would be very happy to punish them, and I'm sure I would get a lot of pleasure from it, but there's something strange here. Fidela knows the rules very well and it's not appropriate for her to curse a guard, especially while she's on a speech fast, and what's even stranger is the fight that broke out between them and Bruna and Camila's attempts to make her sentence more severe."
"Just a coincidence. You know we keep the prisoners on a very tight leash and every now and then they don't stand up to the pressure."
"I'm not sure. I have a feeling they're up to something."
"You're just paranoid!"
"Maybe, but I have a small request. Ask the guards who are escorting them here to keep a close eye on them and report to me every word they say."
"Very well. I'll do it."
As soon as the prisoners' van arrived at the punishment center, I turned to the two guards escorting them and asked them if anything unusual had happened on the way. The first guard thought for a moment and said: "I saw Fidela whisper something in Camila 's ear, but I didn't catch what she said to her. I think I heard the word floor but I don't know in what context."
I turned to the second guard. "Just before we put them in the car, I saw Fidela whisper something to Bruna too but I only caught one word, something that sounded like sine."
Do you mean a sign?"
"Yes, but maybe she actually said sigh. I have no idea what she meant.”
I entered the punishment room—a large room with a multitude of horrifying devices.
Bruno and Camila were handcuffed to restraint chairs, dressed in gray prison clothes. Fidela sat handcuffed in a special spanking chair. In normal mode, this chair resembled a regular restraint chair that allowed access to the front side of the punished woman’s body, but for back and buttocks spankings, a metal plate could be attached to the punished woman’s chest and stomach to support her during the spanking. Then the chair could be tilted forward on a pivot, the back and buttocks supports removed, and her back and buttocks exposed.
“I’m glad to meet you,” I said, “I understand that you’ve been really good girls up until now, but this week you decided to play around a bit. I really hope that after our meeting you’ll get back on track and obey the rules.”
“Today,” I continued, telling them, “I’m in a good mood. I’ve been promoted and given a new rank. Since this is your first visit to the punishment center, I would like to show you some of the nice tools and accessories that we use."
I rolled the chest of drawers toward them and presented their contents to them, drawer after drawer.
"Here is an impressive collection of pliers, pincers and tongs for vise-grip that are used to crush, split, tear, and displace various organs and can cause excruciating pain, and here you can see a selection of whips, straps, and whips and other instruments for flogging. The next drawer," I explained to them, "contains needles and syringes of all kinds and various solutions that, when injected into certain areas of the female body, can cause unbearable pain."
As I spoke, I noticed that Bruna's body was shaking uncontrollably.
"And here in the left drawer," I continued and explained, "there are a variety of instruments that can be heated until white-hot – pliers, displacing devices, awls, and skewers. You can guess for yourself what kind of pain they can cause."
The last drawer I showed them contained the devices for administering electric shocks. "Here is a new device we have developed that can be used to treat different organs with incredible precision, regulate the strength of the current appropriate for each organ and control the level of pain that will be caused to the patient."
In the corner of the drawer were also several rolls of steel wool. Camila looked at them and a shadow passed over her face.
"Okay," I said, "let's get to the matter for which we summoned you here. It is written here that you, Bruna, and your friend, Camila, are each sentenced to ten minutes of breast-crushing, while Fidela is to receive twenty lashes. "Let's start with you, Bruna."
I reached for her shirt and started unbuttoning it. I took off her bra and looked at her. Her breasts weren't particularly large. I caressed them, and she shivered at my touch.
"I'll settle for a manual squeeze." I said, "Although protocol allows me to use a clamp."
I lightly squeezed her nipple with two fingers, and she grimaced in pain. I clenched my fists around the areola and began to squeeze it harder and harder.
A scream escaped her mouth, "Ouch! It hurts!"
"Yes, absolutely," I said, "that's the goal, but that's just the beginning."
I dug my nails deep into the flesh of her areola and twisted it from side to side. She began to scream in pain and tears welled up in her eyes.
"I've only just begun." I said and pressed her breast hard with both hands. I enjoyed hurting her so much more and more. Her screams aroused me. After five minutes of intense pressing, I let go of her. Her right breast swelled. Thin streams of blood flowed from the wounds my nails had made. She was breathing heavily and sobbing.
"By the way," I told her, "the guard told me that before you got on the car, Fidela whispered something in your ear. What did she say to you?"
She looked at me with a frightened look, "I... I... I don't remember."
"Well," I laughed, "women's secrets. Get some rest and in the meantime, I'll take care of Camila."
I exposed Camila's breasts. Unlike Bruna, she had magnificent, firm breasts, larger than average. I looked at them and felt my penis begin to erect. This time I decided to use the devices. I took a breast clamp out of one of the drawers and showed it to her.
"This is an electric tool that allows for massive squeezing of breasts the size you have." I told her. "You must be proud of your magnificent breasts, but I'm afraid that because of their size, the squeezing pains you'll feel in a moment will be much more intense than those felt by Bruna, your friend."
She turned pale and stared at the device in horror.
"We'll start with your right breast." I said.
I tightened the terrible clamps around her large breast.
"The device contains many moving parts that can attack the different parts of the breast from different directions at different levels of intensity. We'll start with a moderate level of pain."
I pressed the button. The device began its diabolical operation, crushing all parts of the breast from the nipple and areola to the base of the breast and the pectoral muscles. The pain she suffered was, as expected, much more intense than the pain caused by my hand pressing on Bruna's breast. She began to scream hysterically, cry and beg me to stop. I pressed another button, and the clamps tightened their squeezes. Her whole body trembled with the intensity of the pain and she screamed without ceasing. Her screams warmed my heart. It was pure pleasure. After five minutes, I stopped the machine and removed the clamps from her. Her right breast was crushed and distorted and full of blue and red marks. Blood was dripping from places where the skin had been torn by the force of the crushing. She continued to cry for a long time.
jhon scot
Spectator
Punishment Part II
"I'll give your left breast a similar treatment soon." I told her, "By the way, the other guard told me that Fidela whispered something in your ear too. Don't tell me you don't remember what she said to you either."
"No, no, I... I... She was trying to encourage us. She told me to try to hold on. That it wouldn't be so bad."
"Interesting." I said, "But let's continue. Now it's your turn, Fidela. I have it written here that you were sentenced to twenty lashes. I'm in a good mood today. I'll let you decide. Do you want all the lashes on one spot on your body, or should I divide them among several spots?"
I took a short whip from the whipping box. She shivered at the sight of it. "In several places." she said finally.
"Absolutely fine."
I took off all her clothes. I installed the plates under her chest and stomach, tilted the chair, removed the support plates for the back parts of her body, and exposed her back and buttocks.
"We'll start with five spanks on the back and five more on the buttocks."
I lifted the whip and brought it down hard on her back. She groaned in pain. I gave her another blow that left a red streak on her back, and this time she let out a loud scream, "Ouch!"
I gave her three more blows, then picked up a leather strap with metal studs embedded along its length. I showed it to her. I lightly stroked her pink buttocks, then lifted the strap and landed it on her right buttocks. The metal studs tore her skin with the first blow. I gave her four more blows, turning her buttocks into a bloody pulp. She screamed again and again. She hadn't expected such painful blows.
"Okay," I said, "we'll get back to completing Bruna's punishment. But before that, tell me what you whispered in Bruna's ear? Did you try to cheer her up too?"
She didn't answer, only groaned in pain.
"Never mind. Let's leave it at that," I said.
I went back to Bruna, who was shaking all over, and I held her left breast with both hands. This time I was more aggressive. I squeezed her breast with both hands and listened with pleasure to the screams coming out of her mouth. She was quite a screamer.
When I was finished, I went back to Camila and this time I used metal gloves that ended in pointed nails and the inside of which was covered in sharp spikes. I squeezed her left breast with the horrible gloves over and over again. It was much more enjoyable than using the electric clamps.
"Okay," I said, "I'm more or less done with both of you, and now it's time to complete Fidela's punishment."
I stuck the parts I had removed earlier back onto her scratched and bruised back and buttocks. I tilted the chair back into a sitting position and removed the chest and stomach protectors. She looked at me in surprise. She must have expected me to spank her back and buttocks again. I took the leather belt out of my pants and wrapped the end around my palm. I stroked her breasts with one hand and waved the strap.
"No!" she screamed, "Not on the breasts!"
"Yes, my dear, you asked me to spread the beatings over different parts. It's too late to regret it now."
I landed the belt on both of her breasts. She let out a sharp scream. It was so pleasurable and arousing to spank her big breasts. Another blow and another blow. The belt did its job and made deep cuts in her breasts. On the fifth blow I cut her right nipple. She screamed with all her might in pain.
"And now Fidela, we have reached the finish line. Five more lashes and it will all be behind you."
I took out a plastic handle from one of the drawers with a thin metal cable dangling from it. The handle had an electrical cord attached to it that ended in a plug. I inserted the plug into an electrical outlet.
"This whip is one of a kind." I told her, "When I press the button, the wire will turn into a white-hot skewer and in addition to the pain of the blow, it will also scorch your flesh. It is intended for a very specific part of your body. I pressed one of the buttons on the remote control and activated a mechanism that caused both of her legs to open wide and expose her pubic hair. I reached out and stroked her soft pubic hair.
"No!" she screamed with all her might, "Don't do this to me. I can't!"
"Yes, my dear, you asked me not to concentrate all the spankings in one place, and I am only fulfilling your request. But tell me what you really whispered in Bruna and Camila's ears?"
She was shaking all over. "I was just trying to encourage them. Camila told you."
"Don't lie to me!" I said and placed the hot wire on her pubic hair. The pain she was experiencing was probably terrible. She screamed with all her might: "Enough, enough, it hurts! I can't take it anymore!"
"What did you tell them? I want the truth!"
"No, no, I can't bear it anymore. Ouch!"
I delivered the second blow. She screamed again with all her might. "Please, please, don't hit me again. I was just trying to cheer them up."
I hit her a third time. The wire hit the opening of her vagina. The smell of charred flesh wafted through the air. I felt like I was going to explode with pleasure any moment. It was a wonderful feeling.
"Mom! Mom! Oh! Oh! Stop, stop!"
"It's a shame you don't want to share your little secrets with me. Here, take this fourth whipping. But tell me, what did you really whisper in Bruna and Camila's ears? Fidela, what did you tell them? I want the truth!"
I think the bleached wire hit the tip of her clitoris this time. She screamed like crazy. Her whole body shook with pain. Her face was a mask of agony.
"Well, Fidela, don't you want to tell? It's a shame. Here, this will be the last blow in your punishment. I landed the wire down again and this time I managed to penetrate the tip of it into the opening of her vagina. She let out a final cry and fainted.
I injected her with a stimulant and after a minute or two she opened her eyes. Bruna and Kamala looked at me in horror.
"Well, well, that's the end of the punishment." I told them, "The medical team will be here soon to treat you and take you back to prison."
They fell silent and calmed down a bit. They probably thought that was the end of the matter, but then I continued and said: "Listen, girls, I'm still curious to hear what exactly was said in those two whispers."
"Bruna," I said, "what did Fidela whisper to you before you got into the car?"
"I... I don't remember. Maybe she was trying to cheer me up too."
I laughed. "You don't really expect me to believe that story. "Maybe I'll try to help you remember!"
She looked at me with an anxious look.
I opened the needle drawer and took out a large 400 cc glass syringe. I attached a formidable needle, as thick as a nail, 15 cm long, to it, filled the syringe with a thick greenish liquid and approached her.
She started screaming hysterically: "Mom! Mom! No, no. Don't inject me with this."
"Bruna, I want to hear the truth. What did Fidela whisper in your ear? The guard who was with you told me she heard her say something that sounded like sine." What did she mean? Sign or sigh?"
"I... I... I think she said something about sigh. She meant that we should try not to sigh during the punishment."
"Wow. Very interesting. You're starting to remember, that's very nice. But it still sounds strange to me. If she had told you to try not to scream, I would still understand, but sigh? Well, like I said, I'll help you remember whether it was a sigh or a sign."
I stuck the terrible needle in the center of the nipple of her right breast and slowly pushed the needle deeper and deeper into the breast until the tip of the needle reached the muscle at the base of the breast.
"Mom! No, no! It hurts. Stop!"
"Does it hurt? You'll really feel pain soon. I pressed the plunger and injected a quarter of the syringe. The caustic liquid penetrated her chest muscle. She screamed like crazy. Her whole body shook with the intensity of the pain. I knew what she was feeling. It felt so good to cause her so much pain.
"Enough, enough! I'm burning! I can't! I'll tell you. Don't inject me anymore. It burns! She was talking about a sign!"
I injected her with another dose. "Sign for what, Bruna? What sign was she talking about."
"I don't know!" she screamed, "She just said she would give us a sign. Ouch! Ouch! Mom! It hurts! It burns. Please, please, don't inject me anymore."
Her pleas aroused me even more. I couldn't help it. It was such an exciting sight. Her breast swelled and her whole body shook. I pressed the plunger again and injected her with the rest of the terrible liquid. She let out a piercing scream and passed out. I injected her with a stimulant. As soon as she woke up, I took another syringe out of the drawer.
"No, no." She pleaded, "I told you. I don't know what she meant."
"Well, let's give you a little rest and we'll hear what Camila has to say."
"Camila, is that what Bruna told you? That she would give you a sign? A sign for what?"
She looked at me in horror but didn't answer.
"The other guard," I continued, "said she heard Fidela say something to you about floor. What was it exactly?"
"She... she really tried to encourage us. She told us not to look at the floor, but to look at you during the punishment. That it would be a sign of courage..."
"Camila," I stopped you, "you can be a great storyteller. It sounds so real, but I have to make sure it's really true. I have a nice treatment for you that will help you remember exactly."
I went to the drawer with the electric shock device and presented it to her. "It's a modern device that allows us to precisely regulate the level of pain. Here in San Monica we don't use devices like picana or parrilla."
She was completely shocked and started screaming hysterically, "No! No! Don't do this to me! Mom!"
I approached her, "I wouldn't want to hurt your breasts again. Let's try somewhere else." I took off her dress and panties and watched with pleasure as her vulva was exposed. I pressed the button on the remote control of the handcuff chair and the two drivers moved her thighs apart at an angle of 120 degrees. The opening of her vagina was exposed. I took a thick pack of steel wool from the drawer, soaked it in saline solution and slowly pushed it into her vagina deep to the opening of her uterus. I attached a clip to it with an electric wire that connected to the device. The other wire was connected to a long needle the thickness of a nail. I inserted it through the urethra deep into her bladder. She moaned in pain.
"Pay attention, Camila," I told her, "I set the device to medium intensity. I will run it for 15 seconds that will seem like an eternity to you. You will feel like you are being drilled there with an electric drill. The pain will be unbearable. You'll scream your heart out."
She turned pale. "No, no, please, please, you can't do this to me. Not there. Please, please!"
It was a wonderful moment. I felt myself coming to a climax. I pressed the button. It was a spectacular sight to see her writhing in the chair and screaming at the top of her lungs. Her breasts, dotted with blue marks from the crushing, danced and swayed. I wanted to go on and on but I stopped myself. She was breathing heavily. It took her a few moments to recover.
"Well, Camila, did you manage to remember what Fidela told you, or are you still claiming that she just wanted to cheer you up."
"No, no. I can't anymore. I'll tell you. She told us that when you give us the signal, the three of us would lie down on the floor of the car."
"Very interesting. Now things are starting to become clear. Are you sure that's the truth?"
"Yes, yes. Don't hurt me anymore. I beg you."
"Very well. But just tell me why she asked you to do this?"
"I don't know! That's what she told me."
"Camila, don't lie. Why did she ask you to lie down on the floor? Was she afraid someone would shoot at the car?"
"I'll give your left breast a similar treatment soon." I told her, "By the way, the other guard told me that Fidela whispered something in your ear too. Don't tell me you don't remember what she said to you either."
"No, no, I... I... She was trying to encourage us. She told me to try to hold on. That it wouldn't be so bad."
"Interesting." I said, "But let's continue. Now it's your turn, Fidela. I have it written here that you were sentenced to twenty lashes. I'm in a good mood today. I'll let you decide. Do you want all the lashes on one spot on your body, or should I divide them among several spots?"
I took a short whip from the whipping box. She shivered at the sight of it. "In several places." she said finally.
"Absolutely fine."
I took off all her clothes. I installed the plates under her chest and stomach, tilted the chair, removed the support plates for the back parts of her body, and exposed her back and buttocks.
"We'll start with five spanks on the back and five more on the buttocks."
I lifted the whip and brought it down hard on her back. She groaned in pain. I gave her another blow that left a red streak on her back, and this time she let out a loud scream, "Ouch!"
I gave her three more blows, then picked up a leather strap with metal studs embedded along its length. I showed it to her. I lightly stroked her pink buttocks, then lifted the strap and landed it on her right buttocks. The metal studs tore her skin with the first blow. I gave her four more blows, turning her buttocks into a bloody pulp. She screamed again and again. She hadn't expected such painful blows.
"Okay," I said, "we'll get back to completing Bruna's punishment. But before that, tell me what you whispered in Bruna's ear? Did you try to cheer her up too?"
She didn't answer, only groaned in pain.
"Never mind. Let's leave it at that," I said.
I went back to Bruna, who was shaking all over, and I held her left breast with both hands. This time I was more aggressive. I squeezed her breast with both hands and listened with pleasure to the screams coming out of her mouth. She was quite a screamer.
When I was finished, I went back to Camila and this time I used metal gloves that ended in pointed nails and the inside of which was covered in sharp spikes. I squeezed her left breast with the horrible gloves over and over again. It was much more enjoyable than using the electric clamps.
"Okay," I said, "I'm more or less done with both of you, and now it's time to complete Fidela's punishment."
I stuck the parts I had removed earlier back onto her scratched and bruised back and buttocks. I tilted the chair back into a sitting position and removed the chest and stomach protectors. She looked at me in surprise. She must have expected me to spank her back and buttocks again. I took the leather belt out of my pants and wrapped the end around my palm. I stroked her breasts with one hand and waved the strap.
"No!" she screamed, "Not on the breasts!"
"Yes, my dear, you asked me to spread the beatings over different parts. It's too late to regret it now."
I landed the belt on both of her breasts. She let out a sharp scream. It was so pleasurable and arousing to spank her big breasts. Another blow and another blow. The belt did its job and made deep cuts in her breasts. On the fifth blow I cut her right nipple. She screamed with all her might in pain.
"And now Fidela, we have reached the finish line. Five more lashes and it will all be behind you."
I took out a plastic handle from one of the drawers with a thin metal cable dangling from it. The handle had an electrical cord attached to it that ended in a plug. I inserted the plug into an electrical outlet.
"This whip is one of a kind." I told her, "When I press the button, the wire will turn into a white-hot skewer and in addition to the pain of the blow, it will also scorch your flesh. It is intended for a very specific part of your body. I pressed one of the buttons on the remote control and activated a mechanism that caused both of her legs to open wide and expose her pubic hair. I reached out and stroked her soft pubic hair.
"No!" she screamed with all her might, "Don't do this to me. I can't!"
"Yes, my dear, you asked me not to concentrate all the spankings in one place, and I am only fulfilling your request. But tell me what you really whispered in Bruna and Camila's ears?"
She was shaking all over. "I was just trying to encourage them. Camila told you."
"Don't lie to me!" I said and placed the hot wire on her pubic hair. The pain she was experiencing was probably terrible. She screamed with all her might: "Enough, enough, it hurts! I can't take it anymore!"
"What did you tell them? I want the truth!"
"No, no, I can't bear it anymore. Ouch!"
I delivered the second blow. She screamed again with all her might. "Please, please, don't hit me again. I was just trying to cheer them up."
I hit her a third time. The wire hit the opening of her vagina. The smell of charred flesh wafted through the air. I felt like I was going to explode with pleasure any moment. It was a wonderful feeling.
"Mom! Mom! Oh! Oh! Stop, stop!"
"It's a shame you don't want to share your little secrets with me. Here, take this fourth whipping. But tell me, what did you really whisper in Bruna and Camila's ears? Fidela, what did you tell them? I want the truth!"
I think the bleached wire hit the tip of her clitoris this time. She screamed like crazy. Her whole body shook with pain. Her face was a mask of agony.
"Well, Fidela, don't you want to tell? It's a shame. Here, this will be the last blow in your punishment. I landed the wire down again and this time I managed to penetrate the tip of it into the opening of her vagina. She let out a final cry and fainted.
I injected her with a stimulant and after a minute or two she opened her eyes. Bruna and Kamala looked at me in horror.
"Well, well, that's the end of the punishment." I told them, "The medical team will be here soon to treat you and take you back to prison."
They fell silent and calmed down a bit. They probably thought that was the end of the matter, but then I continued and said: "Listen, girls, I'm still curious to hear what exactly was said in those two whispers."
"Bruna," I said, "what did Fidela whisper to you before you got into the car?"
"I... I don't remember. Maybe she was trying to cheer me up too."
I laughed. "You don't really expect me to believe that story. "Maybe I'll try to help you remember!"
She looked at me with an anxious look.
I opened the needle drawer and took out a large 400 cc glass syringe. I attached a formidable needle, as thick as a nail, 15 cm long, to it, filled the syringe with a thick greenish liquid and approached her.
She started screaming hysterically: "Mom! Mom! No, no. Don't inject me with this."
"Bruna, I want to hear the truth. What did Fidela whisper in your ear? The guard who was with you told me she heard her say something that sounded like sine." What did she mean? Sign or sigh?"
"I... I... I think she said something about sigh. She meant that we should try not to sigh during the punishment."
"Wow. Very interesting. You're starting to remember, that's very nice. But it still sounds strange to me. If she had told you to try not to scream, I would still understand, but sigh? Well, like I said, I'll help you remember whether it was a sigh or a sign."
I stuck the terrible needle in the center of the nipple of her right breast and slowly pushed the needle deeper and deeper into the breast until the tip of the needle reached the muscle at the base of the breast.
"Mom! No, no! It hurts. Stop!"
"Does it hurt? You'll really feel pain soon. I pressed the plunger and injected a quarter of the syringe. The caustic liquid penetrated her chest muscle. She screamed like crazy. Her whole body shook with the intensity of the pain. I knew what she was feeling. It felt so good to cause her so much pain.
"Enough, enough! I'm burning! I can't! I'll tell you. Don't inject me anymore. It burns! She was talking about a sign!"
I injected her with another dose. "Sign for what, Bruna? What sign was she talking about."
"I don't know!" she screamed, "She just said she would give us a sign. Ouch! Ouch! Mom! It hurts! It burns. Please, please, don't inject me anymore."
Her pleas aroused me even more. I couldn't help it. It was such an exciting sight. Her breast swelled and her whole body shook. I pressed the plunger again and injected her with the rest of the terrible liquid. She let out a piercing scream and passed out. I injected her with a stimulant. As soon as she woke up, I took another syringe out of the drawer.
"No, no." She pleaded, "I told you. I don't know what she meant."
"Well, let's give you a little rest and we'll hear what Camila has to say."
"Camila, is that what Bruna told you? That she would give you a sign? A sign for what?"
She looked at me in horror but didn't answer.
"The other guard," I continued, "said she heard Fidela say something to you about floor. What was it exactly?"
"She... she really tried to encourage us. She told us not to look at the floor, but to look at you during the punishment. That it would be a sign of courage..."
"Camila," I stopped you, "you can be a great storyteller. It sounds so real, but I have to make sure it's really true. I have a nice treatment for you that will help you remember exactly."
I went to the drawer with the electric shock device and presented it to her. "It's a modern device that allows us to precisely regulate the level of pain. Here in San Monica we don't use devices like picana or parrilla."
She was completely shocked and started screaming hysterically, "No! No! Don't do this to me! Mom!"
I approached her, "I wouldn't want to hurt your breasts again. Let's try somewhere else." I took off her dress and panties and watched with pleasure as her vulva was exposed. I pressed the button on the remote control of the handcuff chair and the two drivers moved her thighs apart at an angle of 120 degrees. The opening of her vagina was exposed. I took a thick pack of steel wool from the drawer, soaked it in saline solution and slowly pushed it into her vagina deep to the opening of her uterus. I attached a clip to it with an electric wire that connected to the device. The other wire was connected to a long needle the thickness of a nail. I inserted it through the urethra deep into her bladder. She moaned in pain.
"Pay attention, Camila," I told her, "I set the device to medium intensity. I will run it for 15 seconds that will seem like an eternity to you. You will feel like you are being drilled there with an electric drill. The pain will be unbearable. You'll scream your heart out."
She turned pale. "No, no, please, please, you can't do this to me. Not there. Please, please!"
It was a wonderful moment. I felt myself coming to a climax. I pressed the button. It was a spectacular sight to see her writhing in the chair and screaming at the top of her lungs. Her breasts, dotted with blue marks from the crushing, danced and swayed. I wanted to go on and on but I stopped myself. She was breathing heavily. It took her a few moments to recover.
"Well, Camila, did you manage to remember what Fidela told you, or are you still claiming that she just wanted to cheer you up."
"No, no. I can't anymore. I'll tell you. She told us that when you give us the signal, the three of us would lie down on the floor of the car."
"Very interesting. Now things are starting to become clear. Are you sure that's the truth?"
"Yes, yes. Don't hurt me anymore. I beg you."
"Very well. But just tell me why she asked you to do this?"
"I don't know! That's what she told me."
"Camila, don't lie. Why did she ask you to lie down on the floor? Was she afraid someone would shoot at the car?"
jhon scot
Spectator
Punishment Part III
"I don't know! I told you everything she told me. Trust me."
"Very well. Just to make sure you told the truth this time, I'll give you another small dose. I turned up the voltage level and pressed the button again. She screamed until her throat was cut. Her whole body was shaking from the pain. You can imagine – feeling like someone was drilling into her vagina with an electric drill."
It took her longer to recover this time.
"Camila?"
"I don't know! I don't know!" she screamed, "I told you everything I know."
"Okay."
I turned to Bruna, "Well, what do you have to say? Is that true? Did she also tell you that when she give you a sign, you will lie down on the floor of the car?"
"Yes, yes! Don't hurt me again!"
"I think the picture is pretty clear now. Someone was supposed to stop the car, shoot the guards and the driver, and let you go. Right?"
"Yes, yes."
"Excellent. Just tell me where on the way to the prison they planned to stop the ambulance?"
"I don't know!" she screamed hysterically, "I told you everything I know!"
"Well, just to be sure I'll inject some of the stuff into your left breast."
"No! Mom! Enough, enough. I don't know the place. She didn't tell me."
I filled another syringe with the devilish stuff. I attached the horrible needle to it and inserted it through her left nipple and deep into her breast. I pressed the plunger with pleasure and slowly injected her with the caustic liquid. It felt so good. An incredible concert of screams and cries and yells and pleas erupted from her throat.
But I knew I had another mission, to find out the exact spot where their friends planned to attack the car. It was clear to me that Fidela hadn't told them. All that remained now was to get the information out of her mouth.
"Fidella," I said, "it seems to me that they really don't know where the ambush was planned. You took precautions and didn't tell them, so there's no point in questioning them further. Tell me the exact location of the ambush."
She didn't answer.
"Well, I have a nice device here that will help me get the truth out of you. I'm sorry I have to use it, but you leave me no choice."
I opened another drawer and took out a device that some of you have probably heard of - an ankle crusher. The device was made of two metal bowls, four centimeters in diameter, with wide margins. The bowls were connected at their edges by four screws. A gear mechanism allowed the bowls to be moved closer and further apart. In the center of each bowl was another thin screw, three centimeters long, that ended in a sharp point. I attached the device to both sides of Fidela's left ankle and activated the tightening mechanism until the two cups pressed lightly against the bumps on her ankles.
"Pay attention, Fidela," I told her, "in a moment I will start tightening the cups together. I will do it slowly. The treatment will last ten minutes, maybe more. You will feel terrible pain as your ankle is crushed on both sides. Believe me, it will hurt much more than just a slap on the butt or pubic area. After five turns of the screws, if that is not enough, I will start turning the thin, sharp screws in the centers of the cups. They will penetrate deep into the bones of your ankle and cause you excruciating pain. Are you sure you have nothing to say?"
She was shaking all over, but she said nothing.
"First round." I said and began tightening the cups. She moaned in pain and tried not to scream. "Second round." I announced. This time she couldn't control herself and started screaming in pain.
"This is just the beginning." I said, "When I turn the screws the third time, you'll start to understand how much pain this nice device can give you. Here you go."
"Ouch! Ouch! Stop! I can't! It hurts!"
"Fidela, I won't continue if you tell me what I want to hear." I turned the screws again. She didn't stop screaming. Sweat covered her body. She released her bladder and urine flowed between her thighs.
"Fidela, on the fifth round you'll hear your bones squeak and crack. What are you saying?"
"No, no, please, please. I can't take it anymore!"
It was clear that she was approaching the breaking point. I turned the screws again. There was a sickening sound of bones cracking. She screamed with all her might and passed out. I injected her with a stimulant. She woke up from her unconsciousness and screamed again.
"Continue?"
"No, no, I can't take it anymore! Stop!"
"Start singing." I told her and started turning the two screws in the centers of the bowls. She continued to scream in pain.
Enough, enough, I'll tell you. Just stop hurting me." I turned the screws again. It was a wonderful feeling to slowly crush her ankles and hear the screams of pain that came out of her mouth.
After two more turns, she told me everything I wanted to know. The ambush was planned to take place near the entrance to the small tunnel halfway between the interrogation center and the prison. I reported to Major Alfredo. I won't go into details, it was a perfect operation. The forces that were sent surrounded the place and they surrendered without a fight.
Fidela was sentenced to an additional four and a half years in prison without the possibility of amnesty. Bruna and Camila's prison terms were extended by another six months.
At the end of the interrogation, I called the medical team to treat them and returned home. I felt the pressure in my pants. When I entered the house, a surprise awaited me. I heard a rustling from the direction of the bedroom. I opened the door. On the wide bed lay Olivia my best friend, naked as the day she was born and smiling at me, "I heard the good news and I thought I would make you a little happy..."
It was a stormy siesta that I will not forget for a long time.
"I don't know! I told you everything she told me. Trust me."
"Very well. Just to make sure you told the truth this time, I'll give you another small dose. I turned up the voltage level and pressed the button again. She screamed until her throat was cut. Her whole body was shaking from the pain. You can imagine – feeling like someone was drilling into her vagina with an electric drill."
It took her longer to recover this time.
"Camila?"
"I don't know! I don't know!" she screamed, "I told you everything I know."
"Okay."
I turned to Bruna, "Well, what do you have to say? Is that true? Did she also tell you that when she give you a sign, you will lie down on the floor of the car?"
"Yes, yes! Don't hurt me again!"
"I think the picture is pretty clear now. Someone was supposed to stop the car, shoot the guards and the driver, and let you go. Right?"
"Yes, yes."
"Excellent. Just tell me where on the way to the prison they planned to stop the ambulance?"
"I don't know!" she screamed hysterically, "I told you everything I know!"
"Well, just to be sure I'll inject some of the stuff into your left breast."
"No! Mom! Enough, enough. I don't know the place. She didn't tell me."
I filled another syringe with the devilish stuff. I attached the horrible needle to it and inserted it through her left nipple and deep into her breast. I pressed the plunger with pleasure and slowly injected her with the caustic liquid. It felt so good. An incredible concert of screams and cries and yells and pleas erupted from her throat.
But I knew I had another mission, to find out the exact spot where their friends planned to attack the car. It was clear to me that Fidela hadn't told them. All that remained now was to get the information out of her mouth.
"Fidella," I said, "it seems to me that they really don't know where the ambush was planned. You took precautions and didn't tell them, so there's no point in questioning them further. Tell me the exact location of the ambush."
She didn't answer.
"Well, I have a nice device here that will help me get the truth out of you. I'm sorry I have to use it, but you leave me no choice."
I opened another drawer and took out a device that some of you have probably heard of - an ankle crusher. The device was made of two metal bowls, four centimeters in diameter, with wide margins. The bowls were connected at their edges by four screws. A gear mechanism allowed the bowls to be moved closer and further apart. In the center of each bowl was another thin screw, three centimeters long, that ended in a sharp point. I attached the device to both sides of Fidela's left ankle and activated the tightening mechanism until the two cups pressed lightly against the bumps on her ankles.
"Pay attention, Fidela," I told her, "in a moment I will start tightening the cups together. I will do it slowly. The treatment will last ten minutes, maybe more. You will feel terrible pain as your ankle is crushed on both sides. Believe me, it will hurt much more than just a slap on the butt or pubic area. After five turns of the screws, if that is not enough, I will start turning the thin, sharp screws in the centers of the cups. They will penetrate deep into the bones of your ankle and cause you excruciating pain. Are you sure you have nothing to say?"
She was shaking all over, but she said nothing.
"First round." I said and began tightening the cups. She moaned in pain and tried not to scream. "Second round." I announced. This time she couldn't control herself and started screaming in pain.
"This is just the beginning." I said, "When I turn the screws the third time, you'll start to understand how much pain this nice device can give you. Here you go."
"Ouch! Ouch! Stop! I can't! It hurts!"
"Fidela, I won't continue if you tell me what I want to hear." I turned the screws again. She didn't stop screaming. Sweat covered her body. She released her bladder and urine flowed between her thighs.
"Fidela, on the fifth round you'll hear your bones squeak and crack. What are you saying?"
"No, no, please, please. I can't take it anymore!"
It was clear that she was approaching the breaking point. I turned the screws again. There was a sickening sound of bones cracking. She screamed with all her might and passed out. I injected her with a stimulant. She woke up from her unconsciousness and screamed again.
"Continue?"
"No, no, I can't take it anymore! Stop!"
"Start singing." I told her and started turning the two screws in the centers of the bowls. She continued to scream in pain.
Enough, enough, I'll tell you. Just stop hurting me." I turned the screws again. It was a wonderful feeling to slowly crush her ankles and hear the screams of pain that came out of her mouth.
After two more turns, she told me everything I wanted to know. The ambush was planned to take place near the entrance to the small tunnel halfway between the interrogation center and the prison. I reported to Major Alfredo. I won't go into details, it was a perfect operation. The forces that were sent surrounded the place and they surrendered without a fight.
Fidela was sentenced to an additional four and a half years in prison without the possibility of amnesty. Bruna and Camila's prison terms were extended by another six months.
At the end of the interrogation, I called the medical team to treat them and returned home. I felt the pressure in my pants. When I entered the house, a surprise awaited me. I heard a rustling from the direction of the bedroom. I opened the door. On the wide bed lay Olivia my best friend, naked as the day she was born and smiling at me, "I heard the good news and I thought I would make you a little happy..."
It was a stormy siesta that I will not forget for a long time.
Torturer66
Spectator
And again and again, you're a great writer thanks a lot
Didymos
Executioner
I certainly do!
But I think these treacherous sluts still got away too easily...! 
I'm feeling flattered!
jhon scot
Spectator
Thanks, Didymos and Torturer66 for your feedback and thanks to Darth Agonoth, Kathy and Hugin&Munin for their "likes".
As an auther I would be glad to receive a much more serious detailed feedback.
For example, no one asked me about the pun between sign and sigh. After all, they probably speak Spanish, not English, and in Spanish there is no similarity between the word sign (signo) and the word sigh (suspiro) (the truth is, I should have added a footnote explaining that Fidela originally whispered other words to them, with similar sounds, but to convey to English readers what happened I used a different pair of words).
I am now thinking about writing a fourth story that is much more sophisticated than the previous ones, but I wonder if the effort is worth it when the responses and feedback are so general.
Thanks again
As an auther I would be glad to receive a much more serious detailed feedback.
For example, no one asked me about the pun between sign and sigh. After all, they probably speak Spanish, not English, and in Spanish there is no similarity between the word sign (signo) and the word sigh (suspiro) (the truth is, I should have added a footnote explaining that Fidela originally whispered other words to them, with similar sounds, but to convey to English readers what happened I used a different pair of words).
I am now thinking about writing a fourth story that is much more sophisticated than the previous ones, but I wonder if the effort is worth it when the responses and feedback are so general.
Thanks again
Didymos
Executioner
Please, don't be aggrieved as far as feedback is concerned! My two cents on this matter:
1) Don't bother about feedback at all. If you're writing for money, and to keep your fridge filled, then you have to worry about how your readers like or dislike what you write. But here you don't get any money, so you can totally not care for what your readers think and just write what you enjoy writing. And if there's only one reader out there who values your stories, then you're writing for yourself and that one person. And why not?
2) Detailed feedback is rare in general. And there're reasons for it I guess. Detailed feedback is of interest only to the author, and maybe to the one who gives it, but not to a general audience. It's probably more for a PM. If one gives detailed feedback, it's simply dishonest to only mention the good parts. To be honest, one also has to mention the not so good parts. And that's something that's in general not encouraged or appreciated. It's probably more for a PM, and only for those who can take it.
3) Yes, San Monique is a Spanish-speaking country. Which is already not true to the source material, Ian Fleming thought of it as French-speaking, but I find Spanish more sexy when it comes to torture. And Online Ratt explained so wonderfully why not long ago...
And you're right, this poses a lot of problems for writing. I had to put an translator in between to explain why the text is in English, not Spanish, and why the English is so poor. And it will continue to pose problems, and probably it's the best to simply ignore that issue and write in English and that's it. And your play on words with sigh/sign didn't go unnoticed of course. But don't complain about no feedback on it as long as you don't give feedback on why the Military Academy of San Monique is named after Octavio Mirbonito! After all you're a student there, so you should know!
I really very much hope for your next story, no matter what!
thecuriousone
Tribune
Write it, I would like to read it.
Torturer66
Spectator
My apologies for the limited feedback. I just want to say that the stories you write are so great. I am always hesitant to give feedback because it can be perceived as negative. But personally I think the parrot swing, the picana, the parilla and immersion are fantastic ways to suck information out of someone. I am especially inspired by the torture that took place in Chile and Argentina. I am not condoning what happened there at that time, but these are the things that really appeal to me.
I hope you will definitely write your fourth story.