Introduction to the Torture of the Female Body

[jhon scot]

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!

Thank you Didymos for your kind words. I don't think I made it clear enough what I meant by feedback. I don't need caresses or "likes" and I welcome any constructive criticism. What I need most of all are story ideas, not just requests to include this or that type of torture in the stories.

Your wonderful work is a source of inspiration for me. It is thanks to you that I wrote the three stories I published and the fourth story, the beginning of which I am sending today. I feel that my collection of stories "Memoirs of an Interrogator at the San Monique Interrogation Center" is a complement to the wonderful lectures of Miss Gomez.

Even your comment about the fact that the San Monique Military Academy is named after Octavio Mirabonito, made me include his name in the continuation of the fourth story, the beginning of which I am attaching today.

I also thank Torturer66 for the feedback he gave me. I will also try to incorporate references to the parrot swing, the picana, the perilla, and the immersion into my stories.

However, not everything Didymos wrote in his wonderful work fits my writing style. I avoid using the word torture in my writing and refer to the pressures that the interrogators exert on their female interrogees as treatments or punishments (I used the word torture once in the title of the first story I published, but I did so only to attract the reader's eye. Originally, the story was simply called "My First Interrogation").

In my view, San-Monique is a country of law and everything that happens in the interrogation rooms is defined by clear laws that precisely define the legitimate means that interrogators can use to extract information from the interrogated. It is true that these laws deviate somewhat from what is customary in Western countries (and that is part of the pleasure of writing about them), but we do not want to compare ourselves to certain South American countries where people were arrested without trial and tortured in dark interrogation basements. Our interrogation rooms are well-lit, clean, and well-ventilated (although soundproof for obvious reasons...). Everything is documented and recorded (some of the recordings and films are used by interrgators as a means of psychological pressure on the interrogated women who are exposed to what other interrogated women have experienced, in order to break them and influence them to tell us their little secrets). There is no doubt that many of the interrogators derive erotic pleasure from their work, but this is not sadism per se. The interrogation methods we employ are not an end in themselves. They only help us to reach the truth and protect the state from its enemies. You referred to my three interrogated girls in the story Punishment and wrote "I think these treacherous sluts still got away too easily...!" Such a description is unacceptable to me. These are students who felt the need to rebel against the rigid regime prevailing on the island. They are neither prostitutes nor traitors. They acted according to the dictates of their conscience even if their actions could harm the security of the state. The one who does indeed deserve the title of traitor is the female guard who passed on forbidden information to one of the prisoners and thereby violated the training she was given when she was appointed to this position. (You will read about this in my fourth story).

I bring here, then, the beginning of my fourth story, The Chemist, with the hope that you will enjoy it no less than the previous stories. I would be happy to hear comments/suggestions regarding the sequel.

 

[jhon scot]

The Chemist (part I)

On Wednesday morning, I sat with Anita at the Montezuma Cafe for a cup of coffee and a croissant. The weather was wonderful – warm but not hot. Anita was wearing a short dress that showed off her curves and legs. The pearl earrings I had bought her for her thirtieth birthday dangled from her ears. I watched her with pleasure. She noticed my gaze and smiled. “How do I look?” she asked.

“Lovely!” I said, “The earrings suit you very well.”

“Yes, thank you. You managed to guess exactly what I like. What’s going on at work?”

Anita was a psychologist and therapist for people who had experienced trauma in the security forces. She had a high security clearance, so I felt free to talk to her about my work and share my experiences with her.

“There’s a bit of pressure, but not too bad, especially since today is Wednesday, the day we open the punishment center and take a break from all the tedious interrogations. The weekly punished women are due to arrive from prison at eleven o’clock, including Ramona Torres, my regular punished. This will be the second time, and I’m always excited to meet her.”

"Oh, you didn't tell me. We haven't seen each other in a long time. How come she comes to you week after week?"

Anita was very interested in my work and I often shared my experiences with her. She loved hearing about the treatments I gave my patients. I think my stories aroused her erotically. Maybe she had masochistic fantasies, because in bed she was always looking for new thrills.

"It's a long story, but we have time. Well, as you know, in addition to the interrogation department, we also have a punishment center here for women who are sent here from the prison for political prisoners. These are women who have violated the strict prison rules and have been sentenced to various sentences in a speedy trial process, and our unit carries out the sentences. It's a win-win arrangement. They save themselves the hassle of running their own punishment center, while on Wednesdays we can take a break from the tedious interrogation work and enjoy the privilege of providing painful treatments without having to deal with interrogations."

"Yes, I remember you telling me about the three students, Fidela, Bruna, and Camila. You did a wonderful job with them, but what about the one who gets punished regularly?"

"Oh, it really has something to do with them. The director of the women's prison asked to meet me and thank me personally for saving him from a serious disgrace that could have led to his dismissal. You know, transporting prisoners from the prison to the punishment center and back is his responsibility, and if they had managed to escape, he might have been fired. He was so grateful and he was looking for a way to reward me, and a prisoner named Ramona had just arrived at the prison and he gave me the honor of being her regular weekly punisher. She was a junior prisoner – a biochemist who ended up in prison because of bureaucratic nonsense. The judge was very strict with her and in addition to eight years in the women's prison for political prisoners, he also sentenced her to what we call in our jargon "ocho veces veinte" (eight times twenty in Spanish). This is an unusual punishment that is in some cases part of the legal system that a judge can impose on a defendant in addition to the prison sentence he sentences her, such as a fine or hard labor. The Honorable Judge Benito Garcia, known for his harsh sentences, likes to inflict it on women who argue with him during the trial and show excessive determination in their defense. He claims that such a punishment restrains them and cause them toeing the line."

"But what exactly is it and why do you call it ocho veces veinte?"

"It is one of the most cruel punishments a woman in prison can receive. Once a week for eight consecutive weeks she is sent to our penal center and receives twenty minutes of treatment here. There are two simple rules that define the punishment. It must last no more than twenty minutes and the punisher is only allowed to hit one of her limbs at a time with one punishment device. When she arrives here she never knows what treatment the punisher will choose to give her."

"That really sounds like a very cruel punishment. It means she has a whole week to think about what's coming on Wednesday. I would be devastated by something like that. The anticipation of the pain seems much worse than the pain itself. I'd love to hear about the treatment you gave Ramona. Tell me exactly and don't leave out any details. I love hearing your stories."

"Thanks, I'll tell you exactly. The first time was a get-to-know-you session. I wanted to wake her up a little and figure out what punishment would scare her the most."

The file I received listed that she was a biochemist who belonged to a research group at the university. She's not exactly the type you'd expect to be involved in subversive activities. She was arrested quite by accident. A few weeks ago, the security forces caught a guy named Almiro López who was trying to plant a bomb at the entrance to a government office, and at the same time, somewhere else in the city, an assassination attempt was made on a government official. One of the assassins, Roberto Castro, was killed and the other managed to escape. They interrogated Almiro with the aim of first finding out who sent him on the sabotage mission. At first, he didn't really agree to talk, but after some persuasion that wasn't very gentle, to say the least, he started singing. He mentioned Roberto, the guy who was killed, but he didn't give the name of the person who activated Roberto. You know, they're very careful and very secretive, and each operative only knows the person who sent him on the mission and the ones he himself activated. When they interrogated him, he didn't even know that Roberto was killed, and he only gave his name after they put serious pressure on him. You can imagine. So it was pretty clear to them that he was telling the truth. Later in the interrogation, they demanded that he give the names of everyone he had activated. He gave three names. Towards the end of the interrogation, he was already quite broken, and after they had used some particularly cruel means of persuasion on him, he started giving more names, but it was clear to them that he was just giving the names of people he knew just so they would stop interrogating him. They checked all the other people he mentioned in the interrogation. And it turned out that they were just innocent people he had met by chance and knew their names. Among other things, he also gave the names of two women, Blanca, a young eighteen-year-old student and Ramona, the woman I told you about. They arrested both of them. Ramona immediately cooperated. She admitted that she had met him in the university cafeteria, but said that it was a random meeting. They happened to sit down at the same table and chatted a bit. When he heard that she was a biochemist, she said, he asked her if she knew anything about making explosives, and she laughed and told him, 'I'm a biochemist, not a chemist.' They believed her story and were going to release her, but to be on the safe side, they searched her house and found a gun in one of the drawers. She told them it was a gun she had bought for self-defense and showed them the purchase document and the government license. Everything was fine, but then someone noticed that she hadn't renewed her license in three years, which technically made her an illegal gun owner and so she was indicted. They were sure that the judge would be satisfied with a warning or a fine and release her, but unfortunately for her, the judge was Benito Garcia, and her defense attorney, she was a bit cheeky and argued with him and in the end, as I told you, he sentenced Ramona to eight years in prison plus ocho veces veinte."

"And what about Blanca, the other girl?"

"They didn't find any incriminating evidence in her case either, but a search of her house found some posters distributed by underground members and she admitted during her interrogation that she had received them from Almiro.

The judge who sentenced her was much more merciful and settled for a year in prison. It turned out that she knew Ramona only superficially, because she had attended one of Ramona's courses at the university. The prison commander promised her that she would receive a pardon and be released from prison in two months if she agreed to connect with Ramona and report to the prison authorities every word Ramona uttered. They really did get close to each other in prison, but so far she hasn't been able to get any meaningful statement out of Ramona."

And how was your first meeting with her?"

"Well, Ramona is a pretty twenty-eight-year-old woman..."

"Veintiocho? What a coincidence!"

"Yes," I laughed, "Anyway, my first impression was that she was a fragile woman who got into trouble with the law over a silly matter and had nothing to do with any subversive group, but something in her gaze indicated a strong character and determination. I didn't rush. I had a calm conversation with her. I could see that she was a little excited and scared. In the end, I decided to settle for squeezing one of her breasts with the gloves you know. After all, I had to give her some kind of punishment. I sat on her lap, took off her shirt and bra, and gave her a moderate squeeze on one breast that lasted ten minutes because the preliminary conversation had lasted quite a while and I didn't want to exceed the time allotted to me."

"And how did she react?"

"Well, you can't say I didn't enjoy hurting her. She screamed and wailed and cried. Before I left, I said to her, 'Next week we'll go down to your lower body. Get ready.' She turned pale and I saw the fear in her eyes. I'm dying to know what she was thinking and feeling during the treatment. Every time I interrogate or punish women, I hear the screams and see the looks of terror in their eyes when I approach them with a new device and the sweat dripping from them. I can even smell their fear. I wish I could know what they really feel inside and how exactly they feel the pain each device causes, but unfortunately I can only see their external reactions."

"Yes, you're right. It would be interesting if you could find a way to get them to tell you about what they're feeling during the treatments."

"Well, it's getting late. I have to run. When we meet again, I'll tell you what I have planned for her today."

I never imagined that in a short time I would find a way to voice Ramona and satisfy my curiosity...

A week later, Ramona arrived at the punishment center to receive her second dose.

"Hello, Mrs. Torres, I'm glad to see you again." I greeted her, "Although I'm not sure the joy is mutual."

She sat tied up in the capture chair and looked up at me.

"Don't worry," I said, "I won't be on your lap this time. You'll get a different kind of punishment, but I guess your pain will be a little more intense this time."

I reached for the buttons of her shirt and unbuttoned them one by one. She tried to hide her anxiety, but her body trembled uncontrollably. I removed her bra and looked at her swollen right breast, which was scratched and dotted with blue and red spots. I squeezed it lightly, and she groaned in pain.

"It seems to me that your wounds haven't healed yet. I hope things will get better next week. I have plans for your breasts, but everything in its time."

She looked at me helplessly. Fear was evident in her eyes.

"Okay." I said, putting her bra back in place and buttoning her shirt. She calmed down a little.

"You managed to get yourself in trouble." I continued, "What was the deal with the gun? I understand you forgot to renew your license?"

She looked at me for a long moment, and finally said: "Yes. That vile judge treated me as if I were a criminal. Clarisa, my defense attorney tried to convince him that it was a mistake made in good faith, but he rudely silenced her and wouldn't listen to her arguments. One day we'll have to settle accounts with that bastard!"

It was clear that she wanted to keep talking to me to shorten the sentence.

"Ah! You're threatening a judge! Watch what comes out of your mouth, and who is 'we' anyway? What do you mean?"

She paused for a moment and bit her lip. "No, no. I was just talking in anger. You're right."

"Anyway, whatever. You know, Ramona, I really like you. I hope you don't harbor the same animosity toward me as you do toward Judge Benito Garcia. You're a very pretty woman. It's a shame they don't allow you to wear makeup and jewelry in prison. You would look much more beautiful and attractive. In addition, I think you're a very intelligent woman. I'd be happy to continue talking to you and hear about your experiences in prison. You have eight years ahead of you that aren't easy, to say the least. I wonder what you'll look like in eight years. I think that despite your fragile exterior, you have a fighting spirit and determination that aren't easy to break. But time is running out and we only have ten minutes left to administer your weekly sentence. This time I'll use a special device."

I took out a short tube, two centimeters in diameter, from my pocket. The tube had two holes with a screw thread. She looked at me with apprehension. The device didn't look particularly scary. I reached for the hem of her skirt and lifted it up a little.

"You have really nice legs, smooth to the touch."

 

[jhon scot]

I caressed her thighs and ankles and smiled at her. Then I pressed one of the buttons on the remote control, which caused the leg lifter on her left leg to rotate on its axis and straighten her leg while her right leg remained bent. I placed an enamel bowl on the floor under her foot. I took off her shoe and sock and put the tube on her toe with one of the holes above her toenail and the other above her knuckle. She watched me, trying to figure out what would happen next. I didn't rush. I went to one of the drawers and took out two steel screws, each with a sharp end, and screwed them into the screw thread above the two holes in the tube. I began turning the screw above the second knuckle of her big toe until its tip touched her skin. She suddenly realized what was about to happen.

"No!" she screamed, "Don't do this to me!"

"Yes, Ramona." I said, "I have to do my job. Get ready!"

I continued to turn the screw. The tip of the screw pierced her skin and drilled through her flesh. Drops of blood dripped into the enamel bowl and made a sound that was very pleasant to my ears. Ramona began to scream in pain.

"Yes Ramona, this won't be easy." I continued to turn the screw slowly until its tip penetrated her flesh, reached the bone and began to pierce it. She didn't stop screaming and wailing. I looked at her with great pleasure. I tried to imagine how I myself would feel if my toe was drilled like that. The pain Ramona felt was probably terrible and horrible. With each turn of the screw and each scream of pain that escaped her mouth, I felt an increasing erotic pleasure. It was wonderful! After drilling through her knuckle, I began to turn the screw above her toenail. The screw drilled through the nail, crossed the nail bed and continued its diabolical action as it drilled through the flesh and bone. I listened with pleasure to the terrible cries of pain that escaped her mouth and the trickle of blood that dripped into the enamel bowl. Her whole body trembled and convulsed with the intense pain. I took a pair of pliers, clamped it to the tip of her nail and began to twist the nail left and right around the axis of the screw and tear it from the nail bed underneath. She let out a sharp scream and fainted. I injected her with a stimulant and as soon as she woke up I continued to twist the nail from side to side. I looked at my watch. I only had two minutes left until the end of the punishment. I used mechanical electric pliers that pulled the nail with the force of an electric motor until it cracked and broke in two, and then I could finally pull out the two parts and complete the punishment.

It was such a good meeting. I felt like I was in heaven.

At the end of the week, I started planning my third meeting with Ramona when I received an urgent call from the Major Alfredo who asked me to accompany him to a meeting with the prison warden.

"We have a problem." said the director, "I suspect one of the young guards, Alma Moreno, who recently joined our team has ties to a terrorist group. You remember that following Almiro's investigation, we arrested Ramona and Blanca. Blanca was sentenced to a year in prison. We offered her that her sentence be shortened to two months if she would follow Ramona and give us incriminating material about her. This morning, she asked to speak to me and told me that she heard the new guard, Alma Moreno, whisper to Ramona: 'Get ready, they will arrive at the punishment center on Wednesday at eleven, right after they put you in the punishment room and before he can touch you.' Immediately afterwards, she told her that if she wanted to be released and smuggled off the island, she had to find a way to get to the punishment center with her. She suggested her to talk during dinner and say: 'Ugh. That stinking soup again' just as one of the guards passed by their table and then they would impose a twenty-four-hour 'speech fast' on her and she would have to break the fast and say a word or two so that she would be sent to receive a caning in the punishment center on Wednesday. I think they're planning to attack the interrogation center and get them out of there. I was thinking of sending Ramona and Alma to you to interrogate them to find out what's going on and to tighten your security."

"Thank you for letting us know." Major Alfredo said, arrest the guard immediately and send her and Ramona to us today."

He turned to me and said: What do you think? Do you think you can get these two sluts to tell you what's going on? You've been very successful in your previous interrogations."

"Thank you." I said, "I'd be happy to do that, but if I may, I want to present you with a better plan."

 

[Torturer66]

Jhon Scot, you did it again to write a great story. Great to read. Keep it up!

 

[Didymos]

What I need most of all are story ideas, not just requests to include this or that type of torture in the stories.

You don't seem to me like being short in ideas!

It is thanks to you that I wrote the three stories I published and the fourth story, the beginning of which I am sending today.

I'm delighted that you come up with further stories!

However, not everything Didymos wrote in his wonderful work fits my writing style.

That's normal, I guess. Try to write a story that is longer than two pages and find someone for whom everything is according to his/her taste... After more than one year, my own story is not fully according to my taste anymore!

I avoid using the word torture in my writing and refer to the pressures that the interrogators exert on their female interrogees as treatments or punishments (I used the word torture once in the title of the first story I published, but I did so only to attract the reader's eye. Originally, the story was simply called "My First Interrogation").

I personally like the use of euphemisms very much when speaking publicly. Within the Military Police, I prefer the staff to speak plainly. For example there surely is a professional difference between "interrogation" and "torture". And I like the term "correction" instead of "punishment" very much. So the main torture centre of the Military Police of San Monique is called the "Women's Detention and Correction Centre".

In my view, San-Monique is a country of law and everything that happens in the interrogation rooms is defined by clear laws that precisely define the legitimate means that interrogators can use to extract information from the interrogated.

True. But San Monique still is a hispanic country. And in these countries, many laws (stopping at red traffic lights, paying taxes,...) have more the character of a kind of recommended course of action, rather than being a rule in a strict sense. And Mia would be the first one who would advocate for a certain freedom for tortures to allow them to adapt to the actual situation. After all, what counts is that things work out, not that some abstract rules are met.

"I think these treacherous sluts still got away too easily...!" Such a description is unacceptable to me.

Well, San Monique is a hispanic Caribbean country...

I bring here, then, the beginning of my fourth story, The Chemist, with the hope that you will enjoy it no less than the previous stories.

I did enjoy! Your stories capture very nicely the laid back, casual attitude of San Monique, combined with bare brutality. And this even if we seem to have different ideas about the nature of the country! Go on!

I would be happy to hear comments/suggestions regarding the sequel.

Anita's profession clearly points into a direction which should prove fruitful for further stories! Mia mentioned in her lecture course that the Military Police has fake therapists who's task it is to study the torture victims in order to improve torture. I guess that's what you have in mind already? I'd like to read more in that direction!