Arcturus
Executioner
She stood in the middle of the cold interrogation cell, naked and shivering. She was stunningly beautiful, with big, dark, fear-filled eyes. Her skin was a smooth creamy tan, with her large dark brown nipples standing out, rock hard from the cold and from fear. She had long black hair, and her pubic area was cleanly shaved.
She had been accused of seducing officers to gather information about troop deployments and logistics. To look at her, I could easily believe she could do that. She could probably get most men to do anything she wanted.
According to command’s suspicions, she had been passing the information to a contact who was involved with the rebels.
Maybe it was true. On the other hand, maybe she had seduced some officer, then dumped him for someone else, and he made up the accusation to get revenge. I didn’t really care one way or the other. Whether she was guilty or innocent—whether she had a contact to give up to me or not—she was absolutely beautiful and I really, really wanted to hurt her. If she were innocent, that would be best, as she would have nothing to give up and I would have an excuse to go on hurting her as long and as much as I wanted. The thought made my cock grow hard as I examined her shivering naked body.
The interrogation room was generally kept cold, regardless of the subtropical heat outside. It tended to encourage compliance.
I picked up a pitcher of ice water from the table, stood in front of her, and slowly poured the ice water over her body. Her teeth chattered and she visibly shook, as I ran my hands up and down her wet skin, cupping and caressing her breasts and pinching her hard, thick nipples. I lifted a large ice cube out of the pitcher and slid it, with my cold wet fingers, into her pussy.
Neither she nor I had said a word to each other so far.
I called to the two sergeants who were there to assist me, telling them to place shackles on her wrists and ankles and secure her to the interrogation table with her wrists stretched above her head to the attachment point on the wall behind the table and her ankles spread, attached to vertical poles on either side of the table, so that her legs were held wide apart.
She did not resist.
I injected her with a syringe containing a stimulant, so that she wouldn’t faint while I was proceeding with her torture. It’s nice that we have doctors to provide us with this sort of medical assistance for our projects.
I gently stroked her breasts. They were firm and not so large and heavy as to sag when she lay on her back. “You have such beautiful breasts,” I told her. “You must be proud of them. You have used them to get what you want in life. You used them to seduce those officers, didn’t you. If you just give me the name of your contact with the rebels and the method by which you contacted him, and the place where you and he met, you can walk out of here with everything intact and beautiful, just as it is now.” I ran my fingertips up and down the inside of her stretched thighs. “Your whole body is so beautiful. If you are stubborn, and you don’t give me what I want, you will lose your beauty and maybe even your life. I’m sure you will tell me the truth before we are through anyway.”
“I wish I could tell you what you want to know, but I have nothing to tell,” she said. “I have no contact. The colonel made it all up because I dropped him for someone else. I’m innocent!”
“If you are going to persist in your stubborn refusal to cooperate, you will force me to hurt you. I’ll have no choice.” As I cupped her delicious breasts in my hands, my hardening, twitching cock told me that really there was nothing I wanted more than to hurt her. I fervently hoped she had nothing to say. I hoped she was truly innocent.
Standing by the side of the table, I gripped one breast tightly in my hand. Reaching with the other hand to a nearby shelf, I picked up a scalpel. This was no sterile blade just removed from its packaging. It had been used many times before. It had been perfunctorily cleaned, and a close look would have revealed traces of old dried blood. It was a favorite instrument of mine. I held it briefly before her eyes, which were wide with terror.
“Please don’t hurt me. I didn’t do anything! I never gave anyone any information! There’s no contact! It’s not true! Please!” Her begging only excited me more.
Placing the point of the razor-sharp blade against the side of her breast, I pressed it in, making a very small cut. The stinging pain made her yelp. I made another similarly small cut, then another, and another. I paused for a half a minute after each cut to let her feel it before making the next one. I made many small cuts all around her breast. She was screaming now.
I centered the blade at the top of her breast. I pressed it in deeper this time, as far as the scalpel blade would go, and cut slowly in a straight line down almost to her nipple. At least, the line was as straight as I could manage, since she was struggling and squirming against her bonds and my grip. Bright blood ran over her smooth tan skin. Next to the first deep cut and parallel to it, I made a second, then a third, slicing her breast along its length.
A bowl of salt sat on the shelf, and I picked up a handful and rubbed the salt into her cuts. She was crying now. She only occasionally found the wherewithal to beg some more. She must have realized it was hopeless anyway.
I stopped, waited for her to calm down a bit, and said to her, “Now see what you’ve forced me to do to your lovely breast! It’s your own fault for being stubborn. Tell me what I want to know—the name of your contact—or you may lose your breast entirely! If we stop now, you will only have a few scars. This will heal. As lovely as these tits of yours are, a few scars won’t matter much. You will still be able to play your games with your men. And some day, you will be able to nurse a child.”
She insisted again that she had nothing that she could tell me. I returned to the task of slicing and slashing her breast with the scalpel. Her breast, her chest, and her belly were covered with blood now. The flesh of her breast was lacerated with many, many cuts—so many cuts that the breast had already lost its former attractive shape and had become a mass of sliced and shredded flesh. I pushed the tips of my fingers inside the deeper slits I had cut into her breast and forced the cuts open with my fingertips, tearing her breast apart, then salted the wounds again.
My cock was so hard now that it made a visible bulge in my pants, and a big, dark wet spot had appeared there as well. I was losing control of myself. I was entering a state of frenzy!
Bending to her large nipple, which had so far not been cut with the knife, I grabbed it between my teeth and bit down as hard as I could. I held her breast tightly with both hands as I pulled as strongly as I could on her nipple. Chewing on it, I felt the blood gush into my mouth. Releasing her nipple from my teeth, I used the knife to cut into the flesh surrounding her nipple, cutting all the way around it. Biting down on it again and pulling as hard as I could, I was finally able to tear it loose. I chewed on her severed nipple. It was salty and tough to chew, but I swallowed it, I became so excited that I nearly came in my pants. I had to stop and walk away.
I went to the outer room and picked up the shovel that had been sitting on a hot grill there.
I pressed the red hot shovel against her mangled breast to stop the bleeding.
She had stopped screaming and, in her exhaustion, had only been gasping and whimpering, but burning with the red hot shovel brought the screams out again.
“Now you see what you made me do? Your breast is gone! What’s left is just an ugly mess that can never be repaired. You’ll never be attractive to a man again! But you still have one breast left. Do you want to lose that one too? Tell me the name of your contact and I’ll let you keep it. Otherwise, your stubbornness will be responsible for what will happen. I will have no choice!”
As she still continued, with what little power of speech she possessed at that point, to maintain her innocence and the lack of any contact’s name to give me, I told her I was just going to have to proceed with what I had to do.
Now I lifted from the shelf a pistol grip power drill with a box containing a selection of bits. I chose one a quarter-inch wide and four inches long. Gripping her remaining breast in my left hand, I pressed the drill bit hard against her breast and pulled the trigger. A fine spray of blood surrounded the hole it bored in her soft, tender flesh as the drill quickly penetrated deep inside her breast. She was barely able to scream anymore, and a thin, high-pitched sound was all she was able to make. I pulled the drill out, and plunged it in again. I twisted and wiggled it around inside her breast. It tore her up inside, as I pulled it out and penetrated her in a different spot, then another. Within a few minutes, I had reduced her once beautiful breast to a shapeless, purple thing, pulped on the inside. Blood leaked from the many holes. She gasped, choked, and wheezed, unable to speak at all.
As her remaining nipple was still intact, I used the scalpel to remove it and ate it just as I had the other one. As I tasted her bloody nipple in my mouth, that put me across the line, and I ejaculated in my pants.
Through all of this, so far, her cunt had remained untouched. She sobbed piteously as I gently stroked her sweet protruding pussy lips and her proud, prominent clitoris. She had shaved her pubic area quite recently, as it was perfectly smooth with no hint of stubble. I complimented her on the care she had shown for this, as a nice treat for her lovers. “If you still refuse to give up your rebel contact, I’m afraid I will have to cause you more pain, my dear,” I said. “With your tits now destroyed, you will never again be able to attract a man; but as it is now, you will still be able to pleasure yourself. If you force me to continue, you will never be able to do that again. And that would be sad, wouldn’t it.”
Her ability to speak seemed to return then, “I’m innocent! I have never spoken with anyone connected with the rebels. I don’t know such people! I’ve never had anything to do with politics! Why are you doing this to me!”
Well, the truth was, of course, that her innocence—which I believed—made hurting her much more exciting for me than would have been the case had she been guilty. That would have been the honest answer. I certainly acknowledged that in myself. But I had no reason to admit that to anyone else. “I’m doing this to you because you force me to, with your lies and your pretense of innocence,” I said.
I stroked and squeezed her clit, pulling back her clitoral hood and then digging in my fingernails in a hard pinch. I pushed two fingers inside her cunt and felt her most sensitive areas. She trembled and whimpered, fearing the pain that was obviously to come. I bent down, pulled her hood back again, and bit her clitoris. I said, “I’ve already eaten your nipples, you know. Maybe I’ll eat your clit too. I ate your nipples raw. I think this ought to be cooked first.”
I went to the other room, half filled a kettle, and put it on the fire. When the water boiled, I picked it up and returned to the interrogation room.
I slowly let the boiling water run over her cunt, making sure that most of it fell onto her clit. She hadn’t actually screamed for a while, but she did so now. She screamed until her throat was raw and her scream became a croak.
Holding her blistered clit between my fingers, with the scalpel in the other hand, I cut away the hood. I pressed the point deep into the swollen flesh of her scalded clit. I slowly slit it lengthwise up the middle. I played with her clit, running my fingertips up and down in the bloody cut. True to my word, I then sliced off half of her bisected clit with the scalpel, placing in my mouth and savoring the salty taste. Her nipples had been very tough and chewy, but this was more tender. I sliced off the other half and ate it as well. My cock had now recovered and throbbed strongly in my pants, which were sticky from my previous ejaculation. I reached down and rubbed myself, enjoying the feeling.
However, I didn’t want to be too greedy. Now it was the two sergeants’ turn. They had been standing silently, watching all of this, and had gotten quite worked up. It was time to reward them. We untied her ankles and one of the sergeants and I pulled her legs upward, outward, and back toward her shoulders. At this point, she had no strength left to resist at all. She was totally limp. Rubbing his cock with some of her blood for lubrication, the other sergeant slid his cock into her scalded, blistered pussy and fucked her until he came. Her loud sobs pleased us all. He and the other sergeant switched places then and, using the same handy lubricant, the second sergeant fucked her ass. Her pussy and ass now dripped cum, which puddled on the floor.
Going to the shelf once again, I picked up this time a 16-inch bayonet. I worked the pointed blade into her cum-filled anus, pushing it slowly into her as the sergeants held her legs. She whimpered more loudly and attempted to twist away, but she had little strength left and they held her firmly in place. The long, rigid blade cut through her rectal wall. I angled it so that it cut though her vagina next, and then through her bladder. This must have been as intensely painful as the earlier mutilations had been. I pushed it in slowly, twisting it a bit and moving it back and forth as I pushed it deeper still. Blood ran from her pussy as the blade cut through her vagina and her bladder. The point finally emerged from her belly, just above her pubic bone. I pulled it part way out and then pushed it in again, essentially fucking her with the long, sharp blade, each time causing new injuries to her already torn internal organs.
When I finally pulled the bloody bayonet out, she was still alive and conscious (that stimulant drug is amazing that way), but barely so. Internal bleeding would finish her off very soon. I unfastened her wrists. At my command, the two sergeants held her ankles and pulled her off the table. She dropped to the floor on her back. Her head banged on the floor when she fell, but it didn’t knock her out. They dragged her naked, blood-covered body out the door and threw it into a waiting pickup truck. The bed of the truck had been covered with a tarp to contain the mess. We drove to the edge of town, where we dumped her poor, pathetic, mangled, tortured body by the side of the highway. It was the government’s policy to make sure everyone could see for themselves what would happen to anyone suspected of aiding the rebellion.
She had been accused of seducing officers to gather information about troop deployments and logistics. To look at her, I could easily believe she could do that. She could probably get most men to do anything she wanted.
According to command’s suspicions, she had been passing the information to a contact who was involved with the rebels.
Maybe it was true. On the other hand, maybe she had seduced some officer, then dumped him for someone else, and he made up the accusation to get revenge. I didn’t really care one way or the other. Whether she was guilty or innocent—whether she had a contact to give up to me or not—she was absolutely beautiful and I really, really wanted to hurt her. If she were innocent, that would be best, as she would have nothing to give up and I would have an excuse to go on hurting her as long and as much as I wanted. The thought made my cock grow hard as I examined her shivering naked body.
The interrogation room was generally kept cold, regardless of the subtropical heat outside. It tended to encourage compliance.
I picked up a pitcher of ice water from the table, stood in front of her, and slowly poured the ice water over her body. Her teeth chattered and she visibly shook, as I ran my hands up and down her wet skin, cupping and caressing her breasts and pinching her hard, thick nipples. I lifted a large ice cube out of the pitcher and slid it, with my cold wet fingers, into her pussy.
Neither she nor I had said a word to each other so far.
I called to the two sergeants who were there to assist me, telling them to place shackles on her wrists and ankles and secure her to the interrogation table with her wrists stretched above her head to the attachment point on the wall behind the table and her ankles spread, attached to vertical poles on either side of the table, so that her legs were held wide apart.
She did not resist.
I injected her with a syringe containing a stimulant, so that she wouldn’t faint while I was proceeding with her torture. It’s nice that we have doctors to provide us with this sort of medical assistance for our projects.
I gently stroked her breasts. They were firm and not so large and heavy as to sag when she lay on her back. “You have such beautiful breasts,” I told her. “You must be proud of them. You have used them to get what you want in life. You used them to seduce those officers, didn’t you. If you just give me the name of your contact with the rebels and the method by which you contacted him, and the place where you and he met, you can walk out of here with everything intact and beautiful, just as it is now.” I ran my fingertips up and down the inside of her stretched thighs. “Your whole body is so beautiful. If you are stubborn, and you don’t give me what I want, you will lose your beauty and maybe even your life. I’m sure you will tell me the truth before we are through anyway.”
“I wish I could tell you what you want to know, but I have nothing to tell,” she said. “I have no contact. The colonel made it all up because I dropped him for someone else. I’m innocent!”
“If you are going to persist in your stubborn refusal to cooperate, you will force me to hurt you. I’ll have no choice.” As I cupped her delicious breasts in my hands, my hardening, twitching cock told me that really there was nothing I wanted more than to hurt her. I fervently hoped she had nothing to say. I hoped she was truly innocent.
Standing by the side of the table, I gripped one breast tightly in my hand. Reaching with the other hand to a nearby shelf, I picked up a scalpel. This was no sterile blade just removed from its packaging. It had been used many times before. It had been perfunctorily cleaned, and a close look would have revealed traces of old dried blood. It was a favorite instrument of mine. I held it briefly before her eyes, which were wide with terror.
“Please don’t hurt me. I didn’t do anything! I never gave anyone any information! There’s no contact! It’s not true! Please!” Her begging only excited me more.
Placing the point of the razor-sharp blade against the side of her breast, I pressed it in, making a very small cut. The stinging pain made her yelp. I made another similarly small cut, then another, and another. I paused for a half a minute after each cut to let her feel it before making the next one. I made many small cuts all around her breast. She was screaming now.
I centered the blade at the top of her breast. I pressed it in deeper this time, as far as the scalpel blade would go, and cut slowly in a straight line down almost to her nipple. At least, the line was as straight as I could manage, since she was struggling and squirming against her bonds and my grip. Bright blood ran over her smooth tan skin. Next to the first deep cut and parallel to it, I made a second, then a third, slicing her breast along its length.
A bowl of salt sat on the shelf, and I picked up a handful and rubbed the salt into her cuts. She was crying now. She only occasionally found the wherewithal to beg some more. She must have realized it was hopeless anyway.
I stopped, waited for her to calm down a bit, and said to her, “Now see what you’ve forced me to do to your lovely breast! It’s your own fault for being stubborn. Tell me what I want to know—the name of your contact—or you may lose your breast entirely! If we stop now, you will only have a few scars. This will heal. As lovely as these tits of yours are, a few scars won’t matter much. You will still be able to play your games with your men. And some day, you will be able to nurse a child.”
She insisted again that she had nothing that she could tell me. I returned to the task of slicing and slashing her breast with the scalpel. Her breast, her chest, and her belly were covered with blood now. The flesh of her breast was lacerated with many, many cuts—so many cuts that the breast had already lost its former attractive shape and had become a mass of sliced and shredded flesh. I pushed the tips of my fingers inside the deeper slits I had cut into her breast and forced the cuts open with my fingertips, tearing her breast apart, then salted the wounds again.
My cock was so hard now that it made a visible bulge in my pants, and a big, dark wet spot had appeared there as well. I was losing control of myself. I was entering a state of frenzy!
Bending to her large nipple, which had so far not been cut with the knife, I grabbed it between my teeth and bit down as hard as I could. I held her breast tightly with both hands as I pulled as strongly as I could on her nipple. Chewing on it, I felt the blood gush into my mouth. Releasing her nipple from my teeth, I used the knife to cut into the flesh surrounding her nipple, cutting all the way around it. Biting down on it again and pulling as hard as I could, I was finally able to tear it loose. I chewed on her severed nipple. It was salty and tough to chew, but I swallowed it, I became so excited that I nearly came in my pants. I had to stop and walk away.
I went to the outer room and picked up the shovel that had been sitting on a hot grill there.
I pressed the red hot shovel against her mangled breast to stop the bleeding.
She had stopped screaming and, in her exhaustion, had only been gasping and whimpering, but burning with the red hot shovel brought the screams out again.
“Now you see what you made me do? Your breast is gone! What’s left is just an ugly mess that can never be repaired. You’ll never be attractive to a man again! But you still have one breast left. Do you want to lose that one too? Tell me the name of your contact and I’ll let you keep it. Otherwise, your stubbornness will be responsible for what will happen. I will have no choice!”
As she still continued, with what little power of speech she possessed at that point, to maintain her innocence and the lack of any contact’s name to give me, I told her I was just going to have to proceed with what I had to do.
Now I lifted from the shelf a pistol grip power drill with a box containing a selection of bits. I chose one a quarter-inch wide and four inches long. Gripping her remaining breast in my left hand, I pressed the drill bit hard against her breast and pulled the trigger. A fine spray of blood surrounded the hole it bored in her soft, tender flesh as the drill quickly penetrated deep inside her breast. She was barely able to scream anymore, and a thin, high-pitched sound was all she was able to make. I pulled the drill out, and plunged it in again. I twisted and wiggled it around inside her breast. It tore her up inside, as I pulled it out and penetrated her in a different spot, then another. Within a few minutes, I had reduced her once beautiful breast to a shapeless, purple thing, pulped on the inside. Blood leaked from the many holes. She gasped, choked, and wheezed, unable to speak at all.
As her remaining nipple was still intact, I used the scalpel to remove it and ate it just as I had the other one. As I tasted her bloody nipple in my mouth, that put me across the line, and I ejaculated in my pants.
Through all of this, so far, her cunt had remained untouched. She sobbed piteously as I gently stroked her sweet protruding pussy lips and her proud, prominent clitoris. She had shaved her pubic area quite recently, as it was perfectly smooth with no hint of stubble. I complimented her on the care she had shown for this, as a nice treat for her lovers. “If you still refuse to give up your rebel contact, I’m afraid I will have to cause you more pain, my dear,” I said. “With your tits now destroyed, you will never again be able to attract a man; but as it is now, you will still be able to pleasure yourself. If you force me to continue, you will never be able to do that again. And that would be sad, wouldn’t it.”
Her ability to speak seemed to return then, “I’m innocent! I have never spoken with anyone connected with the rebels. I don’t know such people! I’ve never had anything to do with politics! Why are you doing this to me!”
Well, the truth was, of course, that her innocence—which I believed—made hurting her much more exciting for me than would have been the case had she been guilty. That would have been the honest answer. I certainly acknowledged that in myself. But I had no reason to admit that to anyone else. “I’m doing this to you because you force me to, with your lies and your pretense of innocence,” I said.
I stroked and squeezed her clit, pulling back her clitoral hood and then digging in my fingernails in a hard pinch. I pushed two fingers inside her cunt and felt her most sensitive areas. She trembled and whimpered, fearing the pain that was obviously to come. I bent down, pulled her hood back again, and bit her clitoris. I said, “I’ve already eaten your nipples, you know. Maybe I’ll eat your clit too. I ate your nipples raw. I think this ought to be cooked first.”
I went to the other room, half filled a kettle, and put it on the fire. When the water boiled, I picked it up and returned to the interrogation room.
I slowly let the boiling water run over her cunt, making sure that most of it fell onto her clit. She hadn’t actually screamed for a while, but she did so now. She screamed until her throat was raw and her scream became a croak.
Holding her blistered clit between my fingers, with the scalpel in the other hand, I cut away the hood. I pressed the point deep into the swollen flesh of her scalded clit. I slowly slit it lengthwise up the middle. I played with her clit, running my fingertips up and down in the bloody cut. True to my word, I then sliced off half of her bisected clit with the scalpel, placing in my mouth and savoring the salty taste. Her nipples had been very tough and chewy, but this was more tender. I sliced off the other half and ate it as well. My cock had now recovered and throbbed strongly in my pants, which were sticky from my previous ejaculation. I reached down and rubbed myself, enjoying the feeling.
However, I didn’t want to be too greedy. Now it was the two sergeants’ turn. They had been standing silently, watching all of this, and had gotten quite worked up. It was time to reward them. We untied her ankles and one of the sergeants and I pulled her legs upward, outward, and back toward her shoulders. At this point, she had no strength left to resist at all. She was totally limp. Rubbing his cock with some of her blood for lubrication, the other sergeant slid his cock into her scalded, blistered pussy and fucked her until he came. Her loud sobs pleased us all. He and the other sergeant switched places then and, using the same handy lubricant, the second sergeant fucked her ass. Her pussy and ass now dripped cum, which puddled on the floor.
Going to the shelf once again, I picked up this time a 16-inch bayonet. I worked the pointed blade into her cum-filled anus, pushing it slowly into her as the sergeants held her legs. She whimpered more loudly and attempted to twist away, but she had little strength left and they held her firmly in place. The long, rigid blade cut through her rectal wall. I angled it so that it cut though her vagina next, and then through her bladder. This must have been as intensely painful as the earlier mutilations had been. I pushed it in slowly, twisting it a bit and moving it back and forth as I pushed it deeper still. Blood ran from her pussy as the blade cut through her vagina and her bladder. The point finally emerged from her belly, just above her pubic bone. I pulled it part way out and then pushed it in again, essentially fucking her with the long, sharp blade, each time causing new injuries to her already torn internal organs.
When I finally pulled the bloody bayonet out, she was still alive and conscious (that stimulant drug is amazing that way), but barely so. Internal bleeding would finish her off very soon. I unfastened her wrists. At my command, the two sergeants held her ankles and pulled her off the table. She dropped to the floor on her back. Her head banged on the floor when she fell, but it didn’t knock her out. They dragged her naked, blood-covered body out the door and threw it into a waiting pickup truck. The bed of the truck had been covered with a tarp to contain the mess. We drove to the edge of town, where we dumped her poor, pathetic, mangled, tortured body by the side of the highway. It was the government’s policy to make sure everyone could see for themselves what would happen to anyone suspected of aiding the rebellion.