People’s Mercy

[Doragon]

11. Hope​

With a scream she sat up on her bunk and her hands quickly went to her chest. Her breasts were still sensitive, but not as painful anymore. After three days they were healing, but she still had clear visible bruises. Looking around her dimly lit cell, she sighed and wiped the sweat from her brow. It was bad enough to be tortured, it was worse the scene came back to haunt her every night. But the most difficult part was the realization she had snapped and given in to them. With a sigh she admitted that she had been weak. But really, she could not have endured anything more.
Why then, she wondered, had they not continued questioning her? She knew the answer herself though. It was one thing to betray herself, another to betray her friends. Those names she would not have given, even if they had nailed her breasts to the board. That brought a shiver down her spine though, because she could not imagine how she could have dealt with that pain. And she knew that by saving that torment for later, she’d become more anxious and more likely to talk.
In the three days of her recovery she did a lot of soul searching and had a lot of thoughts about her situation. She now knew it was much more dire than she previous had imagined. They had complete control over her and there was nothing she could do about it. If they wanted, they’d probably come up with a kind of punishment that would really break her. But that realization didn’t mean she was going to give up so easily. She pushed any thoughts about possible torture from her mind and instead she held on to the memories of her friends and how much they meant to her. She tried to convince herself that her friends were worth dying for if necessary. And not just her friends, but all women in the country, all those that were trampled under the boots of the Party. She was still ready to fight.

When the door opened in the middle of the day, she was startled and got to her feet with a nervous feeling that the moment was here. But then a woman stepped into her cell. She had not seen any women here up to this point and on top of that, this woman was wearing a uniform. A black skirt and a brown shirt with party insignia on it. So there were women working here after all!

“Nathalie, is it?” the woman said while looking up from her clipboard. The girl nodded in response while keeping her eyes on the woman. The female officer was a little taller than she was and a lot bigger. She was also a lot older, judging from her face. Her hair was up and she wore glasses, making her look like a teacher.
“I take it you must be bored by now, being shut in solitary confinement for so long.”
Nathalie nodded again and was suddenly filled with hope. Maybe they would bring her to a different department with other women now. She really longed for company and smiled at the prospect of that.
“Alright, come along then. I’ve got something to enjoy yourself with.”
Nathalie felt a tremor of hope and gladly followed the woman out of her cell. No guard came along and she wasn’t even cuffed this time! It really gave her hope for improvement.
“Who are you and how come I haven’t seen you before?” she asked, kind of eager to have a normal conversation as well. The woman gladly didn’t disappoint.
“I am Mrs. Thornton and I work for the rehabilitation programs. So far you were not included in any of that, but now you are.”
Nathalie’s heart skipped a beat. This could only mean they were done with the interrogations and now she could focus on rehabilitating herself. One day soon she’d be outside again. However, she had no idea what she was in for now.
“What kind of programs do you have?” she asked.
“Programs to rehabilitate people,” the woman answered. “I organize activities for inmates to help them redeem themselves and grow as an individual. It is of course our aim to turn you all into proper citizens again and to become valuable members of society.”
“What kind of activities?” asked Nathalie with a frown as she walked along with the woman.
“All sorts really. But the activity I want you to participate in, is just perfect for you. I think you will enjoy it, don’t worry.”
They had passed many doors already and now they made a turn and came to a door with a big C on it. C-ward, Nathalie recognized. The guards had told her it was the ward for homosexuals. A nervous feeling crept up inside Nathalie. Had they discovered she was a lesbian? How could that be, it had never come up so far…

 

[gerembeau]

I really like your texts, your style is without particular effects but you manage remarkably well to install a gripping atmosphere and believable characters on a background of a perfectly banal story read a thousand times.
Thank you for sharing

 

[Doragon]

I really like your texts, your style is without particular effects but you manage remarkably well to install a gripping atmosphere and believable characters on a background of a perfectly banal story read a thousand times.
Thank you for sharing

Thanks for the compliments, though it also feels a bit like a pat on the shoulder at hip level. Do you really think my stories are banal and already done a thousand times over? I was hoping to be a little bit more original than that.

 

[gerembeau]

I sincerely apologize, I just wanted to say that a girl tortured naked in a cell as being deviant in some dictatorship was a common story. It was to point how you succeeded to write a story we read from a to z, not only the "best parts".
Once again, forgive my futile efforts to congratulate you.
BTW, "Justice derailed" was an uncommon story

 

[Doragon]

I sincerely apologize, I just wanted to say that a girl tortured naked in a cell as being deviant in some dictatorship was a common story. It was to point how you succeeded to write a story we read from a to z, not only the "best parts".
Once again, forgive my futile efforts to congratulate you.
BTW, "Justice derailed" was an uncommon story

Thank you, I get it better now what you meant and it is a compliment that I appreciate a lot.

 

[Hagbard]

Just an amazing story so far. Can’t wait for it to continue, especially since I have a good idea where it is going.

 

[Doragon]

12. Points​

The room was small, but still twice the size of her cell. Nathalie shivered a little while she watched Mrs. Thornton sit down on the only chair in the room, which was positioned at the back. There was a cushion on the floor next to her. She wrote something on her clipboard and when she looked up at Nathalie, who was still standing in the middle of the room, she smiled at her.
“This is your first time, so let me explain what the purpose is here. We organize certain activities to earn points according to performance. The more points someone gets, the closer they are to rehabilitation. It’s a training program, really.”
“What kind of activities?” asked Nathalie with apprehension.
“In your case it’s obedience,” the woman smiled, “and I can tell you, you’ve already earned some points for coming along so nicely today.”
“Thank you,” replied Nathalie before looking around to see what else they could have here to train her obedience. Which was something she didn’t really want to be trained for at all, but the idea of earning points in order to get released, still appealed to her.
“I figured we should choose an activity you might like. It’s easier for you to obey that way and nothing motivates as well as progress, don’t you agree?”
“So, what do you want me to do?” asked Nathalie, getting more than a little bit nervous right now. It was great she wasn’t interrogated or anything, but this sounded a bit too much like she was being tested.
“Well, you don’t need to do anything difficult here. I need you more to help someone else do something difficult. I used another young woman for that until recently, but she earned enough points to be transferred to a less severe facility.”

At that moment the door opened and a tall man in a pink prison suit entered. Nathalie recognized the pink coloured jumpsuit from the day she was brought into this place, when they had made her walk naked across the recreation chamber of the gay department. She suddenly realized they had not crossed it today, so it had not been required to reach her cell after all. She scowled as it clearly had been intended to humiliate her back then.
“Hello John,” greeted Mrs Thornton with a smile. “Are you ready for another test?”
The tall man replied that he was, while he inspected Nathalie. He had seen her before, some time ago, but only briefly. A boyish built girl with a skinny body, with surprising large breasts. And she was wearing a green shirt that barely covered her body.
“Another prostitute I presume?” he asked.
“No, this is not a prostitute, she is from the political department.”
“So this is going to be more difficult then.”
“In a way, maybe, she won’t be as experienced. But she had it rough and is really in for some good time.”
“We’ll have to see then.”

Nathalie was getting more than a little nervous at his point and when the officer told her to take off her shirt, she crossed her arms and shook her head.
“I am not having sex with this man,” she firmly stated.
“Of course not,” said the officer, “you’re only going to give him a blowjob. You like blowjobs, don’t you? A healthy young woman like yourself, having been in solitary confinement for such a long time…”
“I am not going to give him a blowjob either,” Nathalie declared with a blush on her face.
“This is going to be difficult if she doesn’t want to,” answered John.
“She’s just a little shy,” said Mrs Thornton while getting up and walking over to Nathalie.
“Listen,” she explained to the girl. “John here needs the point rather bad. He’s a very nice man, wouldn’t hurt a fly. But he still thinks of himself as a homosexual and we need to cure him of that.”
Nathalie scoffed and shook her head in disbelief.
“Yeah, I know,” continued the officer, “you can’t really cure being gay. But at least he can learn to behave like a normal person, keep in his urges and have a normal healthy life as a family man. Once he learns how to properly impregnate a woman, that is.”
“He has to learn what?” Nathalie gasped.
“Oh no, you don’t have to do that, that would be silly. All you have to do is allow him to show he can achieve an erection with a woman and even get off. When he comes in your mouth, he gets 10 points. And so will you for being such an obedient woman.”
Nathalie looked at the tall man who shrugged back at her. It was clear they both felt uneasy about the situation, but they had little choice in the matter.

 

[gerembeau]

You're a sick pervert ! -))))

 

[Doragon]

You're a sick pervert ! -))))

Just to make sure, my perversions are not in accordance with my beliefs.

The sad thing is, there are actually a lot of people in this world who think homosexuality can be cured by having heterosexual intercourse. Or worse, by torturing them.

 

[JustJJ]

Just to make sure, my perversions are not in accordance with my beliefs.

The sad thing is, there are actually a lot of people in this world who think homosexuality can be cured by having heterosexual intercourse. Or worse, by torturing them.

It’s true. So common, in fact, that this story is too close for comfort…though I think that’s the point?

 

[Doragon]

It’s true. So common, in fact, that this story is too close for comfort…though I think that’s the point?

So sorry, I hope it doesn't get too uncomfortable. I mainly use this and the upcoming scene to show how such a political system is really shit, and systems that are still doing things like this in places in the world, are horrible. On the other hand I am showing how wonderful Nathalie is dealing with this situation and how admirable she really is.

 

[gerembeau]

Lesbianism and witchcraft are the worst sins ever !

You and I write with sincerely militant pamphlets against the barbarities suffered by women throughout the ages while being fascinated voyeurs who meticulously describe their tortures. I'm still trying to figure out how and why I do it ?

 

[Doragon]

Lesbianism and witchcraft are the worst sins ever !

You and I write with sincerely militant pamphlets against the barbarities suffered by women throughout the ages while being fascinated voyeurs who meticulously describe their tortures. I'm still trying to figure out how and why I do it ?

We secretly get aroused by what disgusts us?

 

[Doragon]

13. Oral obedience​

Nathalie felt disgusted and angry. Her refusal to comply however, crumbled under the threat of receiving penalty points instead of rewards. Penalty points would lead to punishment. Giving a blowjob to a man was already punishment for her. But she understood from experience how severe punishment could become and that was not something to risk in this place. In the end she gave up resisting, especially when John apologised to her.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “but I really need these points. I need to get out of here. Can’t you help me, just this once?” That sincere plea persuaded her to give in and she ended up naked in front of him, kneeling down on a cushion. He too was naked now and looking down on her bruised breasts, he again apologised, saying he understood her earlier refusal a lot better now. He promised not to hurt her.
“Good thing you’re straight so you probably love sucking dick as much as I do,” he added with a smile. But Nathalie scowled in response.

Nathalie stared at the penis in front of her. Only once had she touched a penis. One of her friends had agreed to participate in an experimental moment of intimacy, in which she wanted to see how gay she really was. They had ended up laughing as it was clearly not something that would ever arouse her. It was not that she disliked penises, they just didn’t arouse her. They looked weird and she always looked at men with pity for having to wear such an extension to their body.
She took the still limp and shrivelled penis between her thumb and index finger and performed something that very remotely resembled masturbation.
“What are you doing?” asked John. “Have you ever done this before?”
She looked up and apologised, admitting that she had never done this before.
“You never had a boyfriend?” asked the officer, watching them with the clipboard in hand. “It says here you are not a virgin.”
“I had a boyfriend,” lied Nathalie stammering, “but we… never had oral sex.”
“Amazing,” said the officer and John agreed.
“I’ll tell you what to do,” he offered and began to give her directions, which she followed to her best abilities. She ended up holding the penis with her left hand while kissing the shaft and cupping his balls with her right hand. It was not something she enjoyed, especially since the man had a strong scent that was quite different from a woman. Next he made her kiss his balls, while she used her fingers to stimulate his penis. He still got no erection though, indicating he wasn’t really enjoying her attention.
“You have to do better John,” said the officer, who took notes of what she observed. The man sighed and looking down at the girl, who looked rather scared and small and completely out of her element kneeling before him, he asked her if she really wanted to help him. Nathalie nodded and blushed when he told her what to do.
The girl went a little lower with her head and while he lifted his balls he asked her to lick the skin under it. When she complied he placed his nut sack on her face and taking over his penis from her small hand, he began to jerk himself off. Nathalie cringed while she licked the underside of his balls, not enjoying this one bit, especially since the strong scent between his legs was more than a bit overwhelming. And to make matters worse he began to tilt his pelvis, sliding his perineum over her face and asking her to use her tongue on his anus. She gave a muffled objection but he begged her to do it an help him achieve an erection.
Nathalie felt nauseous when she complied and licked the man from his ball sack all the way to his anus. She could hear him groaning softly and sensed how he started to jerk harder in his attempt to get an erection. Apparently it worked because his groaning increased and suddenly he said it had worked.
“Take it in your mouth, quick,” he said. She quickly pulled her head up from beneath his balls and sat up. He held his now erect penis to her face and she gasped at the difference in size. He had grown enormously. What at first had appeared to her as a crumpled up little thing, was now an engorged long shaft with a swollen purple head. She opened her mouth and took it in, amazed how it felt on her tongue. She took only half of it in, which was enough to give her a mouth full, and began to gently suck on it. The taste was quite strong, but much better than the taste of his anus had been.
“Oh, this is too soft,” the man groaned. His penis was shrinking slowly.
“I am sorry, but I have to…” he added with a grunt. He placed his hands on either side of her face and began to move his hips, pumping his penis in and out of her mouth. The girl whimpered softly and held her hands up against his thighs to stop him going in too deep. But other than that she let him fuck her mouth. She looked up at him and noticed how he was staring at the wall in front of him, understanding it would not excite him to look at her face and see a woman doing this. She felt pity for him as she understood him better than anyone here realized. She herself was not aroused by this at all. But she still wanted to help him and in order to do so, she used her tongue to apply more pressure against his moving penis, attempting to increase his sensation. That worked as he groaned and his cock became fully erect once more. Nathalie whimpered when this caused the crown to pump against the back of her mouth a few times and she gagged several times.
“Please, don’t make any sound,” he grunted, while also increasing the movements of his cock. Her eyes watered as her mouth got fucked with a penis for the first time in her life. It was hard to endure and not at all exciting for her. But she tried to hold out, as part of her really wanted to help him. At the same time she wondered if this was how men did it and suddenly she had an idea how she might be able to help him even more. She wrapped her hands around him and stopped resisting him. Using her fingers she caressed the crack of his ass and began to stroke his anus with her index finger. The man responded with a loud groan and an even stronger erection.
“Yes, yes,” he grunted when she pushed the tip of her finger into his anus. Suddenly he pushed his swollen cock deep into her mouth, all the way back to the entrance of her throat and as she felt him swelling up more and growing very hot, he suddenly erupted, spraying thick globs of salty slime into her throat.
“Swallow,” he grunted and when he felt her throat attempting to work his spunk down, he grunted in ecstasy, really enjoying that extra sensation at the tip. Several more squirts of semen were blown into her throat.
Nathalie drank it all with a shiver and a wince. It tasted horrible and the pressure against the entrance of her throat felt terrifying. She pulled her hands back and waited for him to finish. He did, but didn’t pull back out just yet. Instead he enjoyed how his penis shrunk while he was still in her mouth. Some more semen leaked out and covered her tongue, making her retch. And only then did he finally pull out and look at her.

“Thank you,” he smiled.
“You’re welcome,” she coughed, wiping her mouth.
“Well done, both of you,” smiled the officer. “Ten points each and one step closer to your return in society.
John then pulled Nathalie up and hugged her.
“I am indebted to you,” he whispered in her ear. “You’re also gay, aren’t you? Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”
When he let go of her, he winked at her and she blushed deep red in return.

 

[Doragon]

Side note: of course I have no idea how it would be for a lesbian to be forced to give a blowjob to a man, or how it would be for a gay man to have a woman give him a blowjob. In order to imagine this, I pictured myself in their positions, but that didn't really work as well. I got aroused of the idea of having to suck on a dick. Maybe I'm a little gay myself? Or maybe it's just the forced situation that arouses me. After all, normal blowjobs never did much for me. Anyways, it's been fun writing this scene. I hope it's been fun to read it as well.

 

[Doragon]

14. NRBN Newstalk​

“It’s clear we’re having a nationwide problem right now.”
“And how is the police going to respond to all the riots?”
“Well, so far we’ve been showing a lot of restraint, hoping the situation would solve itself. But we only see an increase of violence.”
“Yesterday we didn’t just see protests and barricades, now they’ve even begun to attack people.”
“Yes, unfortunately. Commissioner Harris was attacked in his car on the way home.”
“How is he?”
“He is still in hospital, recovering from that head injury from a stone thrown through the window of his car. A terrible thing really, but everybody is relieved he is recovering well.”
“Today the prime minister spoke to the people on television. He urged people to stay calm and said everything was under control. But it doesn’t look like that, does it?”
“Naturally the situation is still quite heated, but you have to admire the decisiveness of our prime minister. He has announced a new legislation concerning the punishment of proven enemies of the state. In the near future we will see a lot more cases eligible for a death penalty verdict.”
“There’s even a rumour about a draft for the return of public executions.”
“Well, that’s only just a rumour. But in some cases it might be conceivable as an option, don’t you think? I mean, you can’t punish a terrorist with only a slap on the wrist.”
“Would you consider these protesters as terrorists?”
“Not all of them, but someone who throws a stone at a commissioner is hardly comparable to someone holding a protest sign, right?”
“One of the earlier protesters who got arrested, had also been throwing stones. Apparently she is the one who protesters now demand to be released. Who is this Nathalie really?”
“I can’t reveal much about her identity, but rest assured, she’s secure and in custody. Of course I also can’t reveal where we are keeping her, as you understand.”
“Will she be put on trial?”
“There already has been a trial, shortly after she was arrested. But depending on further investigation, her case might be reopened by a higher council.”
“So you’re definitely not releasing her because of the riots?”
“No, we are not releasing her.”

 

[Doragon]

15. Rehabilitation points​

Nathalie was completely unaware of the situation outside the rehabilitation centre. And since she wasn’t suffering any interrogations anymore, or at least for the moment, she could focus on achieving rehabilitation points. Twice a day she was collected from her cell and brought to Mrs Thornton and some other poor fellow who needed to be trained in having intimacy with a woman. Nathalie ended up sucking more cocks than she had ever imagined she’d do in her life. They all had different sizes, shapes and tastes, and though she still felt repulsed by it all, she did her best to do a good job. Which often completely failed because a lot of the trainees simply failed to achieve an erection. Even those that managed to ejaculate after all her efforts, never had a full erection.

Mrs Thornton complimented Nathalie on her efforts, but it was becoming clear to her the girl was not enjoying this one bit. Even when she ordered one of the guys to finger her while she sucked on his dick, did the girl stay as dry as a desert. In an attempt to investigate this further, she brought Nathalie and John together again, as they had been most successful before. But when they were told to have proper intercourse with each other, they both refused.
“I am not having sex with a … stranger,” Nathalie declared stubbornly.
“And I am not sticking my dick in someone’s pussy,” John also firmly declared. Nathalie looked at him and blushed, realizing he was trying to help her. Which was confirmed by Mrs Thornton, who was puzzled as John had intercourse before with a prostitute only a week earlier.
“That didn’t work well, now did it?” said John in his own defence. “I hardly had an erection and I had no orgasm.” Which was true apparently, because Mrs Thornton stated that he needed more training. Which they kept refusing.

They both received 10 penalty points and Mrs Thornton made sure they understood how disappointed she was. And to make matters worse, Nathalie wasn’t brought back for the program for the next two days. Which was bad, not because she missed having to suck cocks, but because she knew she needed more points to get released. At the moment her score was 32, after the deduction of 10 points. She had no idea how much she needed for a release, but apparently a lot more than she had earned so far.

On the plus side, one of the guards turned out to be more friendly than the other. He brought her to the showers one time by her request and she was allowed to simply shower and relief herself of some of the accumulating dirt. Up until that point she could only wash herself using the buckets of water they brought her once a day. Which pleasantly were no longer mixed with chloride, but it was still uncomfortable.
The guard also provided her with flip flops, so she didn’t have to walk around on bare feet all the time. But he didn’t give her any underwear when she asked for that, saying he wasn’t allowed to go that far.
All in all her life got a little better, though she was still mostly alone in her cell and the only comfort she had was her bunk with the blanket she had. And on the days she washed her shirt, she had to stay naked until it had dried.

The days went by and Nathalie had lost track of time. She had no idea how long she had been confined in this place. All she had was the faint hope things would turn out the way they had planned. If not, then all of this had been a horrible waste.

 

[Doragon]

16. Resumed interrogation​

She was startled when suddenly her cell door opened and the familiar two guards stepped in.
“Get up,” the grumpy one said. She called him the grumpy one, because everything seemed to irritate him. She wondered if he liked his job. Or maybe he just disliked her. She got up from the bunk and the second guards stepped up to her.
“Please, take off your shirt,” he said. He was at least polite. Though he could handle her just as well as the other one, like earlier when they took off her shirt by force. But lately he had gotten more friendly and even now he asked and she felt it was best to oblige.
She took off her shirt and shivered as it was not warm in her cell. But the goose bumps were also the result of revealing her naked body to the two men that were in control of her. She felt the familiar tingling sensation in her abdomen, fear mixed with arousal. She never had that when she was collected for the training program, but it was clear to her they were not going to take her there today, since the guards were both here. Pressing her lips together she pushed it from her mind and tried to think of something else. Breakfast. That would have been nice.

They cuffed her with cuffs and chain, which was something they hadn’t done in a while and it gave her the shivers. It was ominous. They took her through several hallways, but in a different direction than before. They ended up at a different door and when it opened, she noticed the room was different as well. It was darker and bigger. Again there was a wooden chair, but this one was also different. The wooden construction was bolted to the floor. It also had fixed leather straps, hooks and clamps attached to it. And she noticed it had a hole in the seat, almost like it was a primitive toilet. With a shiver she associated it with a chair from a torture scene in some movie.
Behind the table facing the big chair sat the inquisitor. But there was a second table, much larger, with all sorts of equipment on it. There was a man dressed in a white lab coat, working on a laptop. One of the machines hummed and it made Nathalie’s hair rise, giving her goose bumps all over.

The guards took her by the elbows and guided her into the room towards the table with the inquisitor. The man in the black uniform looked at her, as usual without any expression on his face.
“Nathalie, good to see you. Would you like a cup of tea?” The friendly tone caught her by surprise and before she knew it, she nodded.
“Thanks, I haven’t had breakfast yet,” she added, forgetting for one moment that she had been determined to keep her mouth shut. The inquisitor smiled, which was something his face didn’t seem to enjoy or tolerate, and he poured a cup with tea from a thermos. In the meantime the guards guided her towards the chair and helped her sit down. Then they handed her the cup.

The chair felt even more ominous than it looked. Everything about it was straight and it was out of proportion, simply too big. Sitting there naked was very awkward. And even more awkward was the hole in the seat, which she could feel quite well at her bottom.

“I never introduced myself. My name is Wayde,” said the inquisitor. “Lucius Wayde. I handle interrogations at this facility, as you already experienced of course.” He looked at her and at first she looked back, but his eyes were every unsettling and she looked down instead.
“I regret we got off on the wrong foot,” he added. “I do hope we didn’t scare you too much?”
She drew in her breath and decided to stay silent. Sipping from the tea was best, but she couldn’t reach it because of her cuffs and chain. The inquisitor noticed that and instructed the guards to release her.
“It’s not like Nathalie has anywhere else to go right now,” he added, again with the false smile. Nathalie pressed her lips together and glanced up at the man.
“Thank you,” she said with a small voice and when the cuffs were off, she quickly took a sip of the tea, which was almost but not entirely unlike anything called tea.
“So, Nathalie, instead of scaring you any further, let’s just have a polite conversation today. How about you tell me something about your friends. That is not too much to ask?”

“I know what you are doing,” replied the girl with a soft voice.
“Oh? And what’s that?” he responded in a sweet tone, for as much as he could achieve that.
“You are trying to gain my trust now. So I will talk. First you tortured me. Then you let me wait for days. And now you are acting friendly? What if I fall for that? What if I tell you what you want to know? I think you will still torture me, calling it punishment and justice. I don’t know what the idea is here, scaring me with the furniture and devices over there, but I am not going to fall for that.”
She looked up at the inquisitor and saw him listening to her long response while leaning back in his chair, his face now back to its usual indifferent expression. For a while he remained silent. Behind the other table she heard the man with the lab coat mutter something softly to himself.
“Pity,” the inquisitor finally said. And with a gesture at the guards he concluded the niceties.

The guards took the cup of tea from her and quickly cuffed her arms to the armrests. She didn’t fight them as she already knew how that would end. But she was trembling and she was constantly biting her lower lip. What were they going to do with her? And was she going to be able to endure it. She realized she had dared them to do whatever they had planned. She had called them out. But had they been bluffing? Was this all comedy? She wasn’t so sure of that.
Looking at the inquisitor she now felt they had a battle going on. Who was going to win? Would he force her to speak? Or would she be able to keep silent? Her legs were pulled to the sides and her ankles cuffed to the front legs of the wooden throne. She realized the inquisitor had a good view of her naked body now, not only her breasts, but also her crotch. She squeezed involuntarily and swallowed. It was weird how her mouth was dry and at the same time her pussy felt wet.

“We have something you probably recognize,” said the inquisitor while holding up a laptop. On the flap was a sticker with three Care Bears. It was without a doubt her own. Nathalie grew a little pale.
“How did you get that,” she asked softly, deciding it was probably useless to deny it was hers.
“It took some time to acquire it and then more time to access your files. But we managed to do that and we found some very interesting data,” continued the inquisitor.
“How did you get it?” she asked again, her voice unstable and clearly worried.
“Yes, it was not at your home. In fact, hardly anything was. We had to trace it to your parents, as they had mysteriously stashed all your belongings in their attic. Or did you put it there yourself?”
“What did you do to my parents?” she gasped with even more worry.
“Oh nothing,” said the inquisitor, “they’ll get fined of course, for aiding a criminal. But don’t worry, they won’t get harmed. After all, it was you who stashed your stuff there, right?”
Nathalie slowly nodded, still worried but also with some relief her parents were not harmed.
“Which means you knew you were going to be arrested. Was it planned?”

 

[Doragon]

17. Unmasked​

“So it was planned,” the inquisitor said when she kept silent. “You were going to have us arrest you and then the protests had a focal point. You. Was this how you thought it was going to play out?”
Nathalie pressed her lips together.
“Becoming a martyr, that’s what you volunteered for, wasn’t it? Weren’t you scared?”
Again the girl kept silent but she was very pale now.
“The funny thing is, we found some very interesting data on your laptop. Do you know what I am referring to?”
Nathalie blinked and shivered. Yes, she knew.
“You had porn on your laptop. And quite unusual porn too.” He looked at her, monitoring her reactions closely.
“You’re a lesbian, aren’t you?”
Again she shivered.
“There’s no denying it. Most porn was about girls doing it with girls. But then there was also something else. Especially in your browse history. You seemed to enjoy visiting a website called Cruxforums quite a bit. Reading stories about torture and execution. Did that excite you?”
Nathalie began to sweat and now her face started to blush instead of becoming pale.
“And tell me, why did you have a lot of footage on your laptop of the punishment of Chloe Waterhouse? Is she your big example?”
Nathalie cringed and was trembling by now. But she didn’t say a word. Her mouth was dry but her pussy wet, though not from excitement, but out of sheer fear. And then it got even worse.

The man with the lab coat got up and came over to her.
“Hello,” he said with a cheer that was completely out of place, “I am Harry. I will be your technician for today.”
“Is that what they call a torturer these days?” she scoffed, with a flash of anger reverting back to her go to emotion, trying to get a grip on herself.
“Ah well, it might be a bit of an understatement, but maybe it will help you relax a little.”
He had been carrying a large cable, or actually bundle of little wires, which all seemed to have white round pads attached to them.
“Forgive me, but I have to…”, he said while laying the bundles over her shoulders. Some were over her left and others over her right shoulder. He fiddled with one of the pads at her left side, removing a cover to reveal a sticky surface.
“Pardon me, but I have to touch you,” he said while holding the pad with one hand and pointing at her left breast with the other. His politeness got on her nerves, especially when he unceremoniously put his hand on her breast, lifting it up like a piece of meat and then pressed the sticky pad against the skin at the underside of her breast. Letting go of her breast he now removed the cover of the second and carefully put the sticking pad at the side of her breast, again also handling her with his other hand, squeezing her flesh to make her skin taut and making sure the pad was firmly attached.
“What are you doing?” she asked with a small voice, feeling both annoyed and scared at the same time. It was obvious he was attaching electrodes to her breasts. They were going to torture her, so much was clear.
“Oh yes, I am so sorry for touching you there, but I have to, you see, in order to attach all this.”
“I can see that,” she replied and groaned when he attached the third pad to the other side of her breast. “If you are trying to measure my heart rate, this is not the way to do it,” she added, trying to hide her nervousness with some bravado.
“Ha ha,” laughed the man, “No, I imagine the electrodes would have to be placed different then.” He patted her on her breast and added with a smile: “This is something entirely different, if I may say so.”
No more words were exchanged when he fitted her other breasts similarly. She looked at the ceiling for a while, trying to ignore the handling of her intimate areas on her chest and trying not to think about the meaning of this. But she felt her stomach flutter continuously and her mouth was dryer than ever. Squeezing her lower abdomen, she groaned softly as that felt so awkward.

“Is this what you were hoping for?” asked the inquisitor, his hands folded and watching the whole procedure with a cold expression on his face. The girl stared back at him and sighed, trying to calm herself. But she was trembling uncontrollably.
“Proceed with the preparations,” the inquisitor then instructed and he resumed sipping from his tea.
“Are we still needed?” asked the guard that Nathalie considered the polite one. Looking at him near the door, she noticed he had an uneasy expression on his face. He didn’t like what was happening here, so much was clear to her. Maybe he was not as bad as the others, a bit more human.
“You can go,” said the inquisitor, “but stick around nearby so we can call you when we’re finished here.” The two guards left and closed the heavy door behind them.

“I almost forgot,” said the lab technician while putting a strap over her thighs. He attached it to hooks at the side of the chair after pulling it so tight she was certainly not able to lift herself off the seat anymore. Two more straps were then attached around her upper arms, making sure she remained upright.
“It’s ergonomics, you see,” the man smiled and he chuckled when he walked back to his desk again. Nathalie grunted in annoyance at the poor joke, while testing how much she could still move. It wasn’t a lot and since the chair was very uncomfortable and hard, even without the straps and cuffs, she imagined it was in itself a kind of torture to sit here.
The man came back with another bundle of wires, which he dropped under her. He also carried a metal thing, which appeared to be a clamp of sorts, which he attached to the bottom of the chair. To make it fit perfect he went on his back on the floor and Nathalie blushed as that gave him a good view of her bottom through the open hole in the seat. She shifted slightly, to which he responded that she should not do that.
“It’s best if you move as little as possible, you’ll see,” he explained. She tried to see what he was doing and looking down her body into the hole under her crotch, she noticed how he took the bundle of wires and attached a cylinder to it. With a shiver she recognized it was some kind of dildo. It was white with a metal tip and several metal strips along the length. And it was big. She whimpered softly when he told her to take a deep breath and relax. With a gasp she felt his fingers puling her slit open and then she felt the dildo being pressed against her vaginal opening.
“Oh God, please don’t” she whimpered, followed by a loud gasp, more out of surprise than pain. She blushed all the way down her chest and grunted when she felt the object pushing in and then wiggling inside her. Deeper it still went, until she felt a cramp rising inside her.
“Fuck, that hurts, you moron,” she exclaimed when he pressed the dildo painfully up against her cervix.
“Sorry,” said the man from under her, “it just needs to go deep, you see.”
“No I don’t see, get it the fuck out of me!” she exclaimed, followed by another cry when he wiggled the thing again and gave it another little push.
“Try to lift yourself up a little,” he said. The girl was already doing that in response to the invading thing in her vagina and when he understood that, he again readjusted the thing. Next he told her to lower herself, which was actually no more than maybe two centimetres, since the strap around her upper thighs limited her movement greatly. But still it hurt bad when she stopped pushing herself up and sat down again. With a grunt she felt her cervix pushing down hard on top of the hard object inside her.
“Damn you, it’s too deep!” she exclaimed, but the man insisted it was now placed correctly.
“It needs to touch the end of your… erm.. well, vagina I guess,” he explained.
“Why?” she exclaimed. “What is all this?” Nathalie cursed and tried to move her pelvis to reduce the pressure against her cervix, but the object in there was just too big to avoid. He didn’t explain any further and continue fiddling with the other wires. She could not see what he was doing now.
“Now hold your breath,” he said from beneath her. “This probably also hurts, so I apologize for the inconvenience.” Nathalie felt him rubbing against her slit, his fingers searching for her clitoris and suddenly she jumped and screamed when something clamped painfully on her sensitive little knob.
“Fuck, stop doing that!” she exclaimed angrily and she gasped loud when he flicked the clamp to test if it remained stuck. That hurt bad and she squirmed in her seat, adding more pain to her vagina because the dildo didn’t move along with her body.
“Now just one more thing,” the technician added and he stuck his hand through the hole, barely fitting through and rubbing her venus mound as he pushed through, before sticking another electrode pad on her lower abdomen, just below her belly button.
“It’s all in position down there,” replied the man cheerfully after retreating his hand and getting up from the floor. Nathalie gasped as she now felt two sources of more than a little discomfort down there. One source was inside her and the other was stuck on her clitoris. It scared the hell out of her.

“You forgot the nipples,” said the inquisitor dryly when the lab technician went back to his desk.
“Ah, yes, so sorry,” he said and he quickly rushed back to the girl. “If my head wasn’t screwed on I’d probably forget that as well,“ he laughed at her. He pulled two more thin wires over her shoulders, with clamps attached to them. Nathalie whimpered when the man pinched her nipples, which were already erect, and put the clamps on both of them. She felt tears leaping to her eyes. The pain in her nipples, clitoris and cervix was not unbearable, but it scared her to no end. And suddenly she felt herself crumbling.

“Alright, alright, there’s no need for this,” she suddenly exclaimed. She hated herself but the fear was taking over now.
“You’re right, it was all planned,” she exclaimed with tears in her eyes, “I volunteered to be arrested. To give the movement a reason for more protests. There, I admitted it. Now you can release me, alright? Take those wires off please. I will be a good girl, I promise.”

 

[Doragon]

18. Electro Torture​

“Please, I am telling you the truth,” she exclaimed, kind of panicking at this point. She kept glancing at Harry, who was working on something at his desk, ignoring the conversation she had with the inquisitor.
“Listen, Lucius, may I call you Lucius? Or mister Wayde then.. please, why would I lie now? You made your point and I am scared. See? I am scared of all this. You won.” She was almost in tears at this point.
Lucius got up and walked over to the girl. She watched him with big eyes as he approached and she blinked away the tears. He took her right hand in his hand and spoke softly.
“Thank you for being honest.”
Nathalie broke into tears.
“There, there, no need to cry. You are doing the right thing,” he said while going on a knee next to her. She looked at him, her hand still held by his.
“Can you re.. release me now?” she said with a sob.
“This is just the beginning,” he replied, “you need to get a lot off your chest. How about you tell me, what gave you the idea of having yourself deliberately arrested? Did you know there was going to be torture?” She gave a whimper and a large tear ran down her cheek. She sobbed and sighed. Then she shook her head.
“No?” she whimpered.
“But you must have known. You saw the footage of the Waterhouse case. What was it that drew you to watch that video so many times?”
Nathalie whimpered and trembled while shaking her head.
“Did it excite you?” the inquisitor pressed on in a soft tone. Nathalie whimpered again as if she was suffocating. Lucius leaned forward and stroked a finger along her cheek, wiping away a big tear.
“You can tell me,” he said softly.
The girl gagged as she nodded.
“So, you admit you got sexually aroused by watching the ordeal of Chloe Waterhouse?” asked the inquisitor softly. Again the girl nodded and retched as she felt more miserable than ever before.
“Thank you for sharing this. I can see it is costing you a lot,” said the man and as he got up, he kissed her forehead, almost like a father would. Then he went back behind his desk and sat down. Nathalie sobbed for a while but slowly she pulled herself together again. And when she had sufficiently calmed down, the inquisitor asked some more questions.
“Who were the other girls present when the decision was made to have yourself arrested? What are the names of the leaders of the .. protest group?”
The girl shivered and began to weep.
“I can’t,” she sobbed.
Several more times he repeated the question, but she kept shaking her head, refusing to answer that.
“I can’t betray my friends,” she whimpered.

“Alright, let’s see how you hold out then,” the inquisitor finally said and gestured at the technician to start up.
“Please,” whimpered the girl, glancing sideways to see what the technician was doing.
“Don’t worry,” smiled the man back at her. “I’ll do a test run first.”
“No…” she gasped.
“You can stop this whenever you want,” said the inquisitor. “Just tell me the names and we will end this and release you.”
“I can’t,” she sobbed.
“Here we go,” said the technician, “switching on group 1. But don’t worry, I will start at a low level and only turn it up after initialising the other groups.”
Nathalie whimpered and trembled in fear. Then she cried out when she felt a tingling sensation in her left breast. It dug deep into her tissues and she could feel how her flesh was getting warmer. Shortly after she also felt the same sensation in her right breast.
“This is only sideways,” explained the technician, ”which will likely feel like a warm sensation at level one. You have to realize, electricity mostly goes in a straight path. Only at higher levels it spreads out and engages more tissue. Here let me demonstrate…”

Suddenly she felt the sensation in both breasts changing. From a warm tingling sensation it turned to a low burn which was spreading throughout her breasts.
“Now I will add the pulse divider,” said the technician with enthusiasm. Nathalie cried out when she suddenly felt like something was pinching inside her breasts. Her chest muscles were now also engaged, resulting in a subtle jerking and moving of her breasts. It burned and it felt horrible to have her chest muscles move and spasm without any possibility to control that herself. And looking down at her obscenely bobbing breasts, she desperately shook her head.
“Now moving to the electrodes in your lower body,” said the technician, who was clearly enjoying himself.
“Please no,” the girl gasped, fighting against the sensations she already experienced. It was too much already and her mind was reeling. Then she cried out when a low burning sensation was spreading in her crotch, quickly followed by a steady stream of contractions of her lower muscles. It was mostly the muscle group around the entrance of her vagina that spasmed and it felt terrible.
“Now back to your chest,” said the technician, “the electrodes attached to your nipples and the lower parts of your breasts.”
Nathalie cried out when a hot feeling rose up in her nipples. And it grew hotter still when the electrical current grew stronger. Her already jerking breasts now felt like needles were being inserted into her nipples repeatedly and she cried and gasped, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Please, stop,” she wailed, her body squirming and trembling all over. The sensations in her breasts and crotch were already overwhelming and she was panicking. Noticing her state of mind the inquisitor once more asked her for the names, but she still resisted against betraying her friends.