Tea Time of the Soul (2)
Diseñada como Villa Grimaldi somewhere in Santiago, Republic of Chile
“Strip her, Emilio, and take her to the ‘chair’.” Contreras was still calling the shots.
Emilio grinned and quickly pulled the nightdress off Yulia's shoulders. His action was rough, ripping the garment apart to leave her naked in an instant. Before Yulia knew what was happening, she had been released and led over to what looked nothing like a normal chair.
Two steel planks a couple of feet long set on legs ... a sparse metal frame constituted the back. Yulia’s eyes widened as she saw the true nature of the device revealed.
Emilio then spun her around and down onto the bars and quickly secured the girl at thigh and knee with leather straps.
“Arms in front ... NOW!” he barked.
When she complied, her wrists were overlaid and bound together. Embarrassed at being humiliated in this way before this man and his compardres, she, nonetheless, held her head high. Yulia was very aware that her position now left her prominent breasts exposed.
The Agent's apprehension increased when Emilio tied cords about her overlaid arms at the elbows and passed the ends up and through a steel ring set into the ceiling above her head.
Manuel stood directly in front of her, so she couldn't help but see the prominent bulge in his pants … her eyes grew wide, a development he noted with pleasure.
“Now Ekaterina,” Emilio said to her, using what he believed to be her true name, “… we know that you are part of the Russian undercover network here in Santiago, and you are engaged in an attempt to undermine our activities, correct?”
There was a pause during which a silent Yulia looked towards the ground.
“Even so,” he continued, “… we are prepared to be lenient with you. All you have to do is tell me the name of the man who is leading your activity, also where he is based, and I will free you, let you get dressed, and see that you are safely escorted out of our country. Come now, why suffer further disagreeable treatment? It's so easy. Just a name and a location.” He smiled a gentle smile at her.
“My name is Yulia Jelic and I am a dancer,” she repeated.
Emilio nodded. “Okay have it your way little girl, but be aware that when I said ‘a little bit of discomfort, you really have no idea. Very well, let's get started, shall we? Valdez, please pass me the strap, the perforated one, and the lash.”
Emilio received the implements that he had demanded. “Thank you. Now then take the rope, if you please and hoist her up!”
The cruel team of men pulled on the cord jerking Yulia's arms up high. A motion which raised her ass from the cold, steel surface and exposed her bare breasts to receive full attention. Reaching out to sample her provocative curves, the Activist filled his hands with firm, resilient flesh, the skin trembling under his touch.
Yulia grimaced, fighting back a whimper.
Emilio, the leather strap gripped in his fist, stepped back to admire his subject.
He gave the evil lash a few violent sweeps through the air in front of the bound girls terrified face.
Experienced in these matters, he would begin on her stomach building up to the breasts, so that he could savour her agony. Unlike the thin leather whips that could rip the flesh, this implement with the wider surface would impart a bitter sting without breaking the fragile skin. There were several small holes drilled through the savage length, and so not only would it fly faster through the air, increasing the impact of every blow, the gaps would cause small painful blood blisters to rise up on Yulia’s nubile body.
He drew back his arm and took aim.
“SWISH … THWACK!” The first stroke flew in a horizontal arc to burst across Yulia's belly, just catching her around the ribs.
“UHHNNN,” she grunted. This was another of his ploys; to let her feel the incredible sting the lash could deliver, so that she could imagine how much it would hurt when he struck a place even more sensitive.
“SWISH … THWACK!”
“SWISH … THWACK!”
Two more punished her stomach and then Emilio looked to move higher. With a pause he leaned in to assess the damage thus far. Several reddening welts crossed her flesh and he could just see the first tiny red circles rising in the middle of each one.
He usually spent more time on the anticipation of his lashes, but the girl's bare breasts were just too inviting to delay any longer.
“SWISH … THWACK!”
The harsh lash found Yulia’s breasts for the first time, full across the upper slope.
“NNNGHHHHHH!” Yulia grunted at the bitter raw pain.
Emilio settled into a slow rhythm, 20 seconds between strokes to allow the beautiful girl time to fully appreciate the pain of each one.
Upon receiving every lash, the full breast would flatten, then tremble on her chest, and each individual stroke was rewarded with a delicious grunt of pain from the hapless Agent.
By the time fifteen lashes had sought out the sensitive curves on Yulia’s ripe body, the diabolical beating had flushed her exposed breasts to a brightening scarlet from her collarbone to the upper edges of her exposed areolae.
“Higher now, please.” Emilio issued his command.
Hands obediently hauled on the ropes and Yulia arms were drawn further upwards. As her arms lifted, the exposed breasts rose higher on her torso, keeping most of their perfectly firm shape, but now better exposing their delicate nipples and tender under curves to the pitiless strap. Already her nude torso was sheened with a film of perspiration from the arduous experience.
Emilio wasted no time once she was in her new position, balance precariously on the steel planks.
“SWISH … THWACK!”
A crisp slash to the undersides that lifted her firm curves and set them to shake wildly on her chest, then as soon as they had settled, a vicious horizontal crack that found her hardened nipples, full on, for the first time, cruelly flattening the rigid teats. There was no hesitation on his part, no build-up for anticipation, just a savage attack while Yulia remained alert enough to fully respond to the burning sensation of the whip striking her presented nipples.
“SWISH … THWACK!”
“Aiiiiiiiiii, please, stop … ohhhhhhhh stop, I beg you!”
The cry of suffering slipped uncontrollably from her throat, nothing had prepared her for the hideous stinging agony of this new attack upon her nipples.
“A little bit of discomfort, Ekaterina? I told you that you had no idea, didn't I? And we have only just begun Miss Novikova.”
He thrust his hips forward to highlight his developing erection, “As you can see, I find this kind of interrogation quite enjoyable. Now are you going to answer my questions and tell me what I want to know?”
Tears ran from Yulia’s wide eyes as the raw pain enveloped her, but, with a little evident difficulty, she was still able to muster her courage.
“My name is Yulia Jelic, I am a dancer,” she managed to respond between gasps.
Although he didn't show it, Emilio was happy with the Agent's resolve. She had no way of knowing that it only added to his delight. He had participated in many duels between lash and will and ultimately the lash always won.
Always.
This way she would last longer. He was always disgusted by the ones who broke after just a few minutes of suffering, screaming and wailing, then quickly sagging in their bonds. He inevitably got his full measure of pain out of them, of course, reviving them over and over with ice water, smelling salts, even injections to reawaken them for the continuation of the torment.
Eventually, their loud inchoate screams and frenzied contortions became sufficiently arousing to satisfy his lusts, especially after four or five revivals. The rare ones like this girl were treats to be enjoyed.
“As you wish, Chica.”
“SWISH … THWACK!”
“AAAAAAHHHHH! NGHHHHH!”
“SWISH … THWACK!”
“NOOOOOOOOOO!”
Emilio reverted to a slow rhythm, allowing the optimum gap between each lash, delivering some to the thin flesh of her underarms. While not as painful as the breasts, the bitter sting added considerably to her agony.
Five more strokes …
Ten more … the savage lash caressed Yulia’s shuddering bared chest mercilessly. Both breasts were flushed a bright scarlet and now adorned with a plethora of rising red blisters.
“SWISH … THWACK!”
“SWISH … THWACK!”
“SWISH … THWACK!”
“SWISH … THWACK!”
“SWISH … THWACK!”
Five more rapid strokes savaged her body before her resolve finally cracked.
“HEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAHHHH! AAAAAHHHHHH! AAAAAHHHHH! N-NO MORE, NO MORE! OH, GOD STOP! NO MORE! I … I don’t know any names, but there is a place … it’s a nightclub … called … called The Golden Cat … I think … I’ve never been there you have to believe me …”
Emilio dropped the strap.
“There now, that wasn't so hard, was it? Had you only been this reasonable at the beginning you would have spared yourself all that pain. Now you can rest Chica. Catch your breath, it's all over now. Lower her arms a little please.”
Emilio stepped up close to Yulia, his rigid phallus now pushing hard against the confines of his pants. The ropes lowered the young Agent's arms, but only to the level of her face. Still exposed, her beaten breasts heaved with every desperate gulp of air.
He placed one hand on her nearest shoulder while the other settled gently over her right breast. Even this light contact drew a fresh gasp of pain from her, as the monstrous Activist trembled in response to the pangs of erotic pleasure emanating through his hard shaft at the touch.
The once silken skin of her chest was now an angry red, welted surface and flush with heat. His fingertips caressed her, relishing the fiery warmth and the feel of the raised blisters scattered over the surface.
Even this light fondling was difficult for Yulia to endure. He released the swollen flesh and turned to his colleagues. “Bring her a glass of water please, and then we will check out her revelations.”
To Be Continued …
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