El Alacran

El alacrán

Chapter 1

Carmen was a very frightened woman. At 11 a.m. that morning she had been on her way to the shops when a man got out of a car parked at the side of the road.

"Get in." he had said, opening the door at the back. Suddenly she realized two men were behind her. They had come from nowhere and were blocking her from turning to run. Once before she had seen something similar happen. A woman had been hustled into a waiting car and driven off at high speed. No-one, not even a cop standing at the side of the road had made a move. Everyone knew who the men had been – Secret Police. Now they had come for her.

As they headed downtown she said to the men who sat next to her.

"I am Carmen Hernadez. There must be some mistake. I don't have any interest in politics."

"Now who said anything about politics?" the man in the front said.

Carmen decided to shut up.

The car pulled into a back street and then turned into gateway. The massive metal gates swung back and they drove into a large garage. The doors closed behind the car and she was hustled out and into a corridor. They went down some stairs and into a basement.

Somewhere ahead of them Carmen suddenly heard a long and loud shriek. Her legs felt weak and she suddenly wanted to go to the toilet very badly. Like most people in her country she knew what happened to people who fell foul of the secret police.

She was taken into a room where a man sat behind a desk. From the stethoscope on his desk Carmen guessed the man was a doctor.

"Get undressed." he ordered.

Carmen went red with shame and tears began rolling down her cheeks but she obeyed the command. She had never undressed before a strange man before and to make matters worse one of the policemen who had arrested her was still in the room.

Dispassionately he watched her strip. He had never had a thing about dumpy short haired women so he wasn't that interested. Not when there was better stuff already in the cells waiting to be raped and tortured.

The doctor made a cursory examination and then said "She's fit enough for interrogation."

The policeman tossed her a plastic sack and a complete tracksuit. "Put your clothes in the sack and then put these on." He waited until she had done as she was told and then snapped, "Turn around." He cuffed her hands behind her back and dropped a large black hood over her head before pushing her towards the door.

Carmen stumbled along the corridor trying not to bang into anything or fall over. She heard a door being opened to her left and the guard snapped "Halt."

She was pushed unceremoniously through the door which shut behind her. The room stank of human waste. "If you want to go to the toilet there's a tin in the far corner."

Carmen groped her way blindly across the floor feeling very carefully for the tin. As she tried to work out how she was going to use the tin she heard a low moan from the opposite corner. She froze.

"Is there someone there?" she whispered.

There was another moan and a weak voice said "Is that you Maria?"

"No – I'm Carmen."

There was another moan.

"Are you alright?"

"No. I've been tortured every day since I brought here." There was another moan and the voice said weakly "I'm Isabella. They've just finished with me."

Suddenly a woman's voice could be heard coming down the corridor.

"No please, please. I don't know anything. Please don't hurt me again.

They heard the door of the neighboring room opening. "I should cover your ears if you can." Isabella whispered. They've just taken someone next door – that's the torture chamber.

The woman could be heard begging and crying. "No please don't put that inside me. PLEASE. AARH. TAKE IT OUT. PLEASE TAKE IT OUT." And then she began to scream – an inhuman sound that just seemed to go on and on.

Then the door of the cell opened and a voice called out "New prisoner get up."

Carmen climbed to her feet.

"Hurry up. We haven't got all day."

Someone came into the room and grabbed her. She was taken into the corridor and then they turned straight into the torture chamber. The room was very hot and smelled of blood and urine plus something else which she could not identify.

"Ah we have a visitor. Somebody who wants to see what we do to silly women who want to get involved in things that don't concern them. Bring her over here and take her hood off."

Her guard did as he was told.

At waist height in front of her was a metal bed frame. Lying on it was her friend Diana. Her arms were stretched over her head at an angle tied to the corners of the bed and her legs were similarly tied at the bottom of the frame. Her body was in the form of an X. Carmen saw that metal clips with toothed jaws had been attached to her friend's nipples. Wires led from these back to a box on table next to the bed where a grinning man sat. More wires led from this box to a socket on the wall. A pair of wires led back to Diana's body and Carmen saw with horror that they were placed inside her friend's vagina. A tiny trickle of blood was seeping from her friend's cunt. A pool of urine on the floor showed that she had also lost control of her bladder.

One of the four men in the room leaned over Diana. "Now I'm going to ask you again. Where are the weapons? If you don't tell us now we'll put the gag in and your next chance will be in 30 minutes when we take it out again."

Carmen was stunned. The leader nodded to one of his men who leaned over Diana. The terrified girl tried to move her head but she stood no chance. Her mouth was forced open and something brown was pushed inside – a strap was tightened behind her head ensuring the strip of leather could not fall out.

Seeing Carmen's face the leader smiled. "The pain will get so bad she could end up biting her tongue in two or smashing her teeth. We don't want that to happen. You'll get your chance to find out what it's like next. Give it to her tits Osvaldo. Keep varying the power."

"Sir." Osvaldo turned a control on the box and pressed a button. Diana made incoherent sounds and jerked wildly on the bed. For about ten minutes Osvaldo kept applying the current to Diana's nipples, zapping them for about thirty seconds, pausing to allow the poor woman get her breath back while he judged whether to increase or decrease the current, making an adjustment and then zapping her again. One man kept his attention fixed on her face. "She's losing sensitivity mate" he called out.

Osvaldo instantly killed the current and stood up. He leaned across Diana and removed the clips on her nipples making her shudder again. He looked at the leader who nodded.

He reached across and took Diana's right nipple between his thumb and forefinger and began rubbing and squeezing the swollen and burned teat. From somewhere deep inside Diana began to howl inhumanly. Then he turned his attention to her left nipple and repeated the process.

"As you can see Osvaldo knows how to get the best out of his apparatus. Would you say you were the best electrical torturer here, Osvaldo?"

"No sir Corporal Pereira is the best but he doesn't do so much now he's working for the Colonel."

Without pausing Osvaldo stopped squeezing Diana's nipples and began to press and twist her breasts bringing forth unnatural gurgles from the strapped down victim. He did this for a few minutes and then clipped the vicious jaws back on to her nipples.

"You've still got twenty minutes left before we take the gag out." said the leader. "Shall we start on your cunt again?"

Diana shook her head wildly from side to side. "So you'd prefer it if we kept burning your tits would you?"

Again Diana shook her head.

"Oh dear she doesn't know what she wants. Zap her wherever you like Osvaldo."

The leader of the group turned to Carmen. "One thing you may not know is that electrical current damages the body in lots of ways. Even if we don't give her another shock in her tits for days they will still hurt incredibly."

Suddenly Diana lurched on the bed. Her groin lifted as far off the metal as it was able and her buttocks clenched and unclenched in spasms. Blood begin to ooze out.

Seeing how pale Carmen had gone the commander grinned. "Bad is it? We know she's not a major leader. For those we get really nasty. The Colonel himself supervises. He has his own torture room – far better equipped than this one for loosening stubborn tongues. We use the most skilled torturers who know that women are a lot tougher than men and have to be hurt really badly to make them talk. There's also a doctor in the room to make sure they don't die. Though of course once it starts, they beg to be killed. The Colonel will be ready for you in a few minutes. Oh and by the way Corporal Pereira will be doing any electrical torture he wants doing. I think your friend here has been very lucky."

Diana's body left the bed for a few moments and twisted in the air and a gargled shriek of agony left her lips.

"I see you're hitting all the right spots Osvaldo."

"Yes sir. Tits and cunt together – a winning combination. Corporal Pereira taught me that but he's still got a few extra tricks up his sleeve."

The door opened and a woman put her head around it.

"The Colonel's ready for her now."

"OK." He grinned at Carmen. "Well we'll be hearing from you shortly."

When they took Carmen out of torture chamber they headed down the corridor. A man they met on the way stopped and grinned as they met, "Someone off to the Colonel's playroom?"

The Colonel's 'playroom' was larger than the torture chamber they had just come from but Carmen didn't really get a chance to look at it before a blindfold was put over her eyes. Her clothes were pulled off roughly and within a minute of entering the room she was lying naked on a metal bed just like her friend.

It was all too much. Suddenly she found she had lost control of both her sphincters and there was the stench of urine and shit in the air.

"Ugh!" one of the men said. "Didn't she have an enema?"

"Wasn't time."

She heard a tap being turned over by the wall and suddenly a jet of freezing cold water hit her body between the legs.

Carmen began to babble "Please, please don't torture me. I'll do anything you want. I'll spy for you."

Somebody laughed.

"Give her the prod Luis and get her screaming."

"No please don't. I hate the Commies. I can help you catch them."

A cold metal tip touched her left nipple.

"NO! I'll help you catch the traitors. I'll let you have sex with me."

Once again someone laughed but this time a different voice said "That's enough."

Carmen felt her bonds being loosened and she was helped off the bed frame. The blindfold was taken off and she blinked in the bright lights. An older man was looking at her intently. He nodded at Carmen's clothes which had been thrown over a chair. "Get dressed and come with me."

She did as she was told, following him into a neighboring office.

"Sit down." He waited while she did so and continued, "So you want to work for us?"

Carmen nodded and said eagerly "I am sure there are a lot of traitors at the University. I can help you get them."

"You know what we do to women here. What happens if these traitors are women?"

"If they are Commies they deserve everything they get."

"What about your friend Diana?"

"Her too." Carmen didn't hesitate.

"What about people who aren't communist?"

"Anyone who isn't pro-Government is a traitor or a potential traitor."

The Colonel smiled coldly. "I'm not convinced yet. Come with me."

He stood up and led the way out of the room, down the corridor and around the corner. When she heard a terrible scream Carmen suddenly realized they were returning to another torture chamber. The Colonel opened the door and ushered her in. A naked man was hanging from the ceiling. Carmen had never seen a real naked man before and initially was not sure where to look. The Colonel said sardonically "You may as well look at his cock now. You'll be using this on it in a moment." From the table next to the door he picked up a cattle prod. Thoughtfully he pushed the tip against the man's lips and pressed a button. There was the smell of burning and the hanging man screamed loudly. "It works." He handed Carmen the prod. "This man is not a Commie but he thinks the General is a crook. Is he a traitor?"

"Yes." said Carmen.

"Torture him then. Press the end where you want to shock him and then press the button."

Carmen's hands were shaking slightly as she took the prod.

"Start with his cock." he advised.

As Carmen pressed the prod against the victim's cock she felt strangely excited. When she pressed the button and he screamed loudly she suddenly felt more powerful than she had ever done before. Again and again she pressed the button. The smell of burning flesh filled the room. Eventually the man's screams stopped.

"I think you've killed him." the Colonel said. One of the torturers who was in the room felt for a pulse. "He's still alive Sir"

"Take him back to his cell and bring the next one in."

The next one was a good looking boy of about sixteen. His face was white and he was trembling all over and he was made to strip. When he was completely naked the Colonel said to Carmen. "Nice looking boy isn't he. Would you like him to play with you?" He winked. "It's one of the perks of the job."

Aware of the damp feeling between her legs Carmen nodded.

"Lie on your back on that mattress boy." the Colonel ordered.

A blood stained mattress was dragged from the corner of the room.

"Why don't you let him lick your pussy?" the Colonel suggested.

Carmen pulled her tracksuit bottom off and walked over to the boy. She had had fantasies about this kind of thing but no-one had ever done it for real. She knelt on the mattress with her knees either side of the boy's head and pushed her snatch into his face.

The Colonel looked at the boy's appalled face. "You have a choice son. You either lick this woman's pussy really well or we give you the same medicine as the previous guy. Which is it to be?"

The boy started licking. Carmen opened her cunt with her fingers and pushed her clit against his mouth. "Just there sonny boy. Just there." she murmured.

Thirty minutes later Carmen and the Colonel were sitting together in his office. Somewhere down the corridor someone was screaming his or her head off. It was funny, Carmen thought, how one's attitude changed. She didn't care who it was just as long as it wasn't her.

"Why didn't you fuck him?" the Colonel asked.

Carmen shrugged. "I come from a fertile family. My mother always says we don't need a man to give us babies. A sneeze would probably do as well."

"Oh well if that's all it is there's no problem. See the doctor on the way out and he'll give you the Pill. You may as well get all the fringe benefits." He lit a cigar. "If you do well you'll be rewarded. There is a small salary and you get a bonus for every traitor we pick up. I decide on the amount of the bonus. You might like to remember the payment is higher if they are young, female and good looking. Of course you may get another type of bonus in kind for good looking men. Now about your work. I'll be honest with you. I don't care for students much – they have too much time to hang around getting up to mischief. The only students I want to see at that university are the sons and possibly daughters of loyal government supporters. It will be your job to pose as a sympathizer and monitor developments. If you also manage to steer some of the people who are waverers in their support for us into groups where we can pick them up and deal with them that's even better."

"An agent-provocateur?" Carmen suggested.

The Colonel grinned. "Precisely. And as you are going to responsible for some pain and upset we'll give you a code name to fit. The scorpion – el alacrán."

To be continued.