INTERROGATION OF A STEWARDESS , part two
Lise begged for mercy when the guards easily laid her down on the table,
swiftly securing her ankles to each corner of it. Her head was secured by a
metal bracelet around her throat, and an additional metal band over her
forehead. Her arms were fastened along the sides of the table, her hands
wildly flexing near her hips but still far away from them... There was not
much left of that cocky dignity she had as a stewardess, holding her nose
high walking through the isle...
It was when the guards put the equipment in place that Lise fully understood
what she was going to be put through. She stared in disbelief at the wires,
the clips, the generator... and that thick metal baton... oh God nooo... not
the baton...
As the guards were ready, the uniformed man she had met yesterday entered
the room. He was accompaigned by a nurse and a doctor.
- Well hello again Lise, he said softly. Let me introduce myself. My name is
General Cruelo, and I'll be Your host during Your stay here. He laughed out
loud, and sat down beside the table.
- And, he continued, let me make it totally clear for You from the
beginning: this doctor and nurse are certainly not here to help You, they
are here to help me. To help out in the interrogation.
Those words were confirmed by a grin from the doctor and the evil staring
from the nonsmiling nurse. She was blonde, seemed to be about 35 years old
and had a gorgeous body under her uniform.
Lise started to cry, silently and helplessly. She understood fully now that
there was no, absolutely no, help to get. She was totally naked, open and
vulnerable, left to the mercy of these cruel people. Mercy that she still
hoped for but was not going to get...
The general picked up one clip with a wire attached to it and let the jaws
open and close a few times in front of Lise's eyes. She stared at the clip,
silently moaning "No, no, no..." as the general slowly let the clip travel
down the trembling but oh so beautiful well-trained young body. He teased
her throat, her breasts, let the clip touch her left nipple - OH MY GOD,
PLEASE DON'T CLIP MY NIPPLE - just to continue down south, slowly travelling
over the smooth belly, halting for a second in the bellybutton, just to
slowly continue it's short trip down into the lovely thick-haired bush... OH
NOO NOO NOO PLEEEASE NOOO...
Lise panicked even before she felt the clip touching her labia. The nurse
now helped out by easily parting the labia and then lifting the clitoral
hood with two of her well-manicured fingernails. The general mused as he
slowly let the jaws of the clip grip into the small pink bud, creating a
high-pitched scream and madly contortions from Lise. Oh, he chuckled for
himself, was she really that sensitive... How fun would this not be when the
real torture started, he thought. He begun to get hard.
Lise was hysterical. In all her life she had never actually been hurt, not
by anyone. To feel the clip close hard and mercilessly on her most sensitive
spot made her cry, both from pain and from shame. The fact that a blonde
woman as herself stood right over her, staring evilly into her eyes, was
hard to take in. How could another woman betray a member of her own sex, a
"sister"? Lise cried like a baby, tears streaming down her cheeks...
When Lise saw the general taking the next item from the tray, the thick
metal baton, she panicked. NOOO NOOO, WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH THAT, OH
GOOOD HELP ME HELP ME OHHH NOOOO... Hummingly general Cruelo connected a
black wire, coated with rubber, to the baton and pressed a button at it's
base. There was a crackling sound and a spark ignited at the very top of the
baton. Oh yeah, he thought, this was going to be some session...
He slipped a pair of black rubber gloves on and took out a jar of contact
ointment from a drawer in the table, took a generous portion of it and
smeared it onto the baton before carefully and slowly inserting it, inch by
inch, into Lise's tight vagina. The sight when the labia parted more and
more, surrounded by the thick pubic hair, was delicious to the general.
After connecting the wire from the clip to the baton, general Cruelo
launched the current for the first time that night. There was now nothing
left to hope for for poor, poor Lise. The powerful jolt sent her body into
spasms that seemed almost epileptical, her chest heaving wildly, her whole
body trying to get loose but in vain of course, a guttural scream coming
from her throat:
- AAAAARRRRGGHHHHHNNNNNGGGNNNNNNNNN
The nurse slapped Lise's face. Finally the nurse smiled, just a smirk but
anyway, she smiled.
The general listened smilingly to the no longer human squeals. How could it
be possible, he thought, that such a simple instrument could inflict such
pain? It was so wonderful that it was possible, he thought. He loved this;
to sit calmly, with his finger pressing one single button, listening to a
very young, blonde, naked and definitely helpless girl's desperate cries
from pain. He could do that for the rest of his life, he thought. For the
rest of his life. And there was nothing stopping him; he held the Carte
Blanche, he was allowed to do exactly what he liked to - he was the General!
And this was exactly what he liked to do, as he had done so many times
before in this room. Usually the girl's all begged desperately for mercy;
even when they were brought back from unconsciusness, the first word that
erupted from their mouths was always: PLEEEASE! or MEEERCY! But the general
never, ever granted them any mercy. He pressed his beloved button and
watched in glee how his victims writhed, and listened hummingly to the
wonderful screams...
The first jolt lasted a minute. A whole minute. Lise was still very
beautiful, general Cruelo thought, but she was tired. Tired from the pain
and tired from the contractions, the wildly spasming muscles that didn't
come to rest, even though her first plunge in the pool was over. Lise tried
to catch her breath, she was beyond panic now, it was just a matter of
surviving, her body covered in a sheen of fresh sweat, her eyes opening in
disbelief and seeing the same nurse, the same doctor and the very same
general, nothing had changed except from that the nurse was smiling happily
now...
She was not allowed to recover totally, so the second blast went off half a
minute after the first one. Lise now urinated all over the nether part of
the table, she screamed, screamed and screamed again, she tried to get loose
but she stayed put, and the doctor now injected something into her veins,
not that she noticed when it happened, but she wondered how come she didn't
faint as the current felt more powerful and much longer than the first
time... and she was right, it was...
When the general finally released the button on the baton, Lise was just a
mess of trembling flesh, completely broken mentally, babbling, cramping...
but the baton stayed put. It stayed inside Lise, waiting patiently for the
next blast...But first the questions. Who delivered the tape? Who is Your
contact? Who? Where?
Lise was in a state of collapse, but somehow she managed to be present. She
did not know why, but it was the injection that caused that.
She cried silently and begged, oh how she begged her tormentors to set her
free. She begged like a child, totally without dignity, but oh so arousing
to the three torturers; it was the most beautiful music to their ears:
- PLEEEASE, PLEEEASE, SET ME FREE, I BEG YOU, I CAN'T TAKE THIS, SET ME
FREEE... I CAN'T STAND THIS...
- Of course You can't, the General laughed. that's the whole point. But,
give me the answers, and it'll all be over. Just the names...
And, it's true that no one can withstand torture when inflicted by
experts... And experts they were. So Lise took her chance, she gave them all
the names, knowing that her contacts now were to undergo the same or even
worse treatment in just a few hours... But that was all that she had to sell
to them, her only chance. She took it but she failed. The General pressed
the button once more, smilingly, and the world once again became a living
hell for Lise. As she had already spoken out the names, she had nothing more
to sell, and the general had nothing more to loose... now the real fun could
begin, he thought, taking two long needles with wooden handles out of a
drawer and calmly connected them to a field telephone apparatus while
listening to Lise's gurgling screams, naked and secured on the steel
table...
EPILOGUE
The round trip had been long and Jim was tired. The older he got, the more
it seemed that he needed some rest after every long businesstrip. As he was
a chairman in a big industrial company, specialised in business with South
America, there was a need for his presence at the market in that part of the
world every now and then. But he tried to travel less these days; he was a
bit over 50 by now and he thought he had the right to slow down the pace a
bit.
His young wife was asleep when he came home, so he poured himself a whisky
and checked on his mail. He felt happy when he saw the package, delivered by
express mail; those videos that were so hard to get... He had been connected
to the distributor by a business friend that shared his interest for sadism.
These videos were real, always recorded in countries where law and women's
rights had no meaning. As the photo and sound always was superb, it gave him
a feeling of presence, of being there... So close to live that one could
get.
He slipped the video into his VCR and saw the show unfold. As he recognized
the blonde stewardess that had been dragged out of the plane, the one he had
fantasised about on the airplane toilet, he immediately got hard. After
watching a few minutes he decided to wake his wife up, to make her join
watching the show. He also decided to take the whole day off tomorrow: this
video he would watch many times in a row, he decided.
When he saw the General turning the crank of a field telephone sending
current through the long needles, one stuck up the vagina all the way into
the uterus of the stewardess and the other stuck into the anus of the poor
bound girl, he came for the first time into his young blonde wife. And when
he saw and heard the doctor telling the stewardess that he had discovered
she was two months pregnant, he came again, while watching the sursprised
and panicced eyes of the naked girlish victim, and seeing the nurse smiling
happier than ever before as she once more reached for the electric baton...
It was a long and lovely night, his wife riding him wildly in front of the
TV, both staring at the wonderful show, listening to young Lise's
neverending pleas and pitiful begging between the current, in a torture
room... somewhere in South America.
THE END
