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Brutal interrogation of a housewife (part 2)”My employers,” I said, “are very interested in some information you possess. I am here to get it for them. They have asked you repeatedly, but you have kept your silence. That must stop. So they contracted me to use whatever means are necessary to wring it from you.”Now I stood up and began to walk around her chair. At the touch, her fear twisted in her gut and she had to fight to keep her stomach steady. Fortunately it was empty. They hadn’t fed her in two days.”Tell us, Alicia,” I murmured, “where is the box?” It was a gentle question. “Won’t you tell me?”” I do not know what you are talking about. And that’s all I can say” she repeated for the hundredth time since being captured.”We know that, Alicia. Tell us where the box is,” I smiled.”I am Alicia…” but she was stopped by the impact of my open palm across her mouth. Her cheek reddened from the slap but she did not speak.”That was not an acceptable answer, Alicia. Any response other than a correct answer to my questions will be met with pain. Each wrong answer will make the pain worse. Be smart, Alicia…where is the box?””I am Alicia…” this time my hand cracked twice, a forward stroke and then an immediate return slap with the knuckles, across her face. She felt the joint of her jaw pop in and out of place.”Alicia,” I lowed. “I am your friend. Your ONLY friend. Your comrades cannot find you, even if they look. Your husband has abandoned you. Your family will soon believe you are dead and will forget you and go on with their lives. The Commander of this base wants to kill you as an enemy agent…but first he would tie you over a chair and let his soldiers **** you one after the other. Only I can help you. Now…help me to help you. Where is the box?””I am…” This time it was a punch in the mouth. The taste of blood, hot and coppery, reached her tongue.”Unacceptable response, Alicia,” I replied. “Where is the box?”She did not speak, but merely glared at me with all the hatred she could summon. But it was a mask. She was far more scared than she was hateful.My hand shot forward, fingers bunched together into a point, and struck her between her bare breasts, punching the nerve cluster in her breastbone. I did not hit hard, but the nerves screamed in response as though they’d been slammed with a sledgehammer! Breath puffed from her lungs and her heart lost rhythm for a moment. Gasping for air, she wondered if I’d cracked the bone. “Silence is not an acceptable response, Alicia,” I said. “Now, why don’t you spare yourself worse pain…where is the box?””It’s up your ass.””Poor Alicia,” I cooed. “To make such bad decisions and cause yourself such pain…how sad.” Then I reached into my shirt pocket and removed two spring clothespins. Stepping closer to her, I grasped her head in my arm, used my free hand to grip one of her eyelids, and snapped a clothespin on the lid! Bright sparks of pain danced through the skin as the wood bit the sensitive flesh! But before she could react, I snapped the other pin on the tender stretch of skin which separated her nostrils. More pinching, biting pain danced through her nerves. But she clenched her teeth, determined not to let me see how it hurt and promising herself that she would NOT cry…I stepped back, briefly surveying my handiwork. “We’ll let you think about this for awhile, Alicia. Then I will return,” and I turned towards the heavy iron door in the wall, “with new, more painful, toys for you illegal bahis to enjoy!” I smiled, and closed the door. Alicia heard the bolt slam home. She was stuck.Trying to ignore the pain she felt, Alicia made herself concentrate on evaluating her situation. All her little tolls that may have helped her to escape were gone, even the eyeglasses with the removable, sharp-edged lenses. All she had now was her wits.Alicia closed her eyes as best she could, willing the pain from the clothespins to stop. It didn’t help much. In her mind, she pictured the pins and their construction. Perhaps she could use them to escape in some way… make a weapon or a lock-pick. Thinking about it made the pain less important, but it produced no usable plans. Even if she could use the pins there was no way to reach them. Her captors had restrained her quite well and she could barely move, let alone reach her hands to her face to grasp the pins.The bolt slid back and I entered the room again. I was smiling, and carrying a large valise, rather like a doctor’s bag. I was also pulling a metal table on wheels. Gleaming on the tables lower shelf were numerous surgical instruments. I set the table by her chair and placed the valise on top of it. “Well, Alicia,” I asked, “did you consider my offer? There are many unpleasant things ahead for you if you continue to be stubborn. Tell me, Alicia,” and he leaned down into her face, “where is the box?”Alicia spat in my face.I did not react with surprise or anger. She had hoped I would, so she’d feel she’d at least struck some kind of blow against me. But I merely stood up and drew a handkerchief from my pocket and wiped the spittle away. “Of course,” I said, “we can do it that way if you wish.” Then I grabbed the clip on her nose and viciously yanked it away! It was surprisingly painless…for about 5 seconds. Then the flames returned to her flesh, worse than before! Then I snatched the clothespin from her eyelid as well! The pain was so intense! “You see, Alicia, the nerves become numb quickly. Then the pain is easier to take. But we must not let that happen, yes? Now we have wakened the nerves again. Enjoy the ache, Alicia.”Turning to my bag, I withdrew a packet of dressmaker’s pins. Larger than regular sewing pins, they were nearly the size of toothpicks. I also removed a small plastic bowl and a bottle of alcohol. I poured the liquid into the bowl, and dropped the pins, one by one, into it. “I must use sterilized instruments,” I commented. “Don’t want to give you an infection and cause scars or kill you. After all, the Commander found you quite attractive. He may want to keep you for his pleasures after I’m done with you, and he’d be upset if you were too badly damaged. Now tell me, Alicia…before I have to get really unpleasant…” and he lifted a dripping pin from the alcohol, “…where is the box?”By now, the burning in her eye and nose had lessened somewhat. Her mind was dancing with thoughts of what I might do with that pin. Her heart was racing in her breast and pounding in her ears!When I rammed the pin into her shoulder, it hurt badly. I did not stop until I hit bone. Then I used another pin and stabbed her other shoulder. Leaving them in the wounds, I took more pins and pierced her thighs in several places including the sensitive flesh between them. Alicia bit her lip to keep from crying out, it hurt so bad! But she made no sound.”Where is the box, Alicia?””Fuck you.””A pleasant idea, little youwin güvenilir mi one. But I hate to mix sexual pleasures with the pleasures of my profession. But don’t worry. Keep being stubborn and you’ll get all the sex you need when I tie you to a table and let the soldiers turn you into the camp semen dump. Or you could be smart and tell me…where is the box?””Go to hell.””I have a better idea. I will send you there…bit by bit by bit.”So saying, I gripped one of the pins in her shoulder, pushed it in to make sure it was hitting the bone, and began to wiggle it slightly. The sharp point sc****d against the bone in her arm, and Alicia whimpered in agony! Oh god, it hurt! She’d never felt anything so awful before! Tears, against her wishes, flooded her eyes and dribbled down her cheeks. Her fear shrieked inside her, warning her that he had made her cry with such little effort; surely there were worse torments in his bag of tricks! Could she endure more?I watched her dispassionately as she writhed in agony. My job did not include empathy with my subjects. In fact, it was prohibited. “Now, Alicia,” I said, still scratching the point of the pin against her shoulder bones, “where is the box?” But Alicia did not reply.I drew my chair close in front of her and sat down in it. Reaching out to her, I cupped the firm fullness of one breast in my hand. Curling my fingers around it, I caressed it like the gentlest of lovers. “Very nice, Alicia. It will be a shame to damage these.” Cold fingers of fear skittered down her back as I reached to the plastic bowl for the pins. Her courage almost left her as I drove the pins through the soft brown flesh of her nipples. The hurt shrieked in her body at the stab of the steel, but she did not cry out. A soft moan as small drops of blood fell from her large breasts. “Alicia,” I whispered…”why do you fight me? There is no need for all this. Untold agonies await you. I can burn your flesh, cut you, twist your parts off…hundreds of things which would sicken the devil himself. Or I can save you. Stop the pain and the fear and the humiliation. All you have to do is tell me one thing…where is the box?”Alicia’s guts were shaking inside her. She knew every word I’d said was true. She was helpless before me. I was free to do whatever was required to get the information they wanted. She knew my reputation. It was spoken of in low voices by other guards as she was bought into the interrogation room.. spoken of in terms both reverent and hateful, and so she knew some of the horrors I had inflicted on others who had possessed information my employers sought.She was sweating heavily, despite the cool dankness of this room. She hurt horribly all over. Fatigue from almost 35 hours without sleep; a sore, swollen jaw from being struck; a sore crotch from their brutal internal examination; a stomach in knots from hunger; the sting of the clothespins; and the burning of the pins in her shoulders and thighs combined with the still-living memory of the shiny steel scratching her bones…all of them weighed on her. She was so tired and sore…”Where is the box?” The muscles of her jaw vibrated like a wet puppy. “I know you want to tell me, Alicia. Please…it’s the only way I can help you. Stop the pain and hurt. Tell me…where is the box?”I gripped the shiny X’s of pins I’d run through the buttons of her nipples and gently twisted them, as though he were adjusting the faucets perabet in a shower. Jagged bolts of fresh pain lanced through her breasts at the twisting pull. Her eyes squeezed shut and her teeth ground together, lips pulled back in a rictus. She tried not to whimper and failed. “Tell me, Alicia” I murmured. “Stop the pain. Where is the box?””I…I…ah” her swollen tongue was betraying her. Her spirit was valiant, but her body was still only human.”Yes, Alicia…you wish to tell me something? Tell me, little one. Tell me where the box is so the pain will stop.””I…don’t know…” she whispered.I stood up, angrily pushing the chair back. Turning to the small table I picked-up a scalpel. I dragged the dull side of its gleaming blade along her jawbone, tormenting her. “Then it is time for me to get most…unpleasant, Alicia. I believe I will start by cutting little pieces away from your ears. If you stand the loss of both of those, perhaps I will start on the tip of your nose…” I mused to myself. “It will sadden me to mutilate you like that, Alicia, but…well, you leave me no choice.” I pinched one of her earlobes in my fingers, and brought the razor-edged blade to the skin…”Please…” she stopped me. I froze, the blade almost touching her flesh. “Can’t we make a deal?””A deal? Of course, Alicia…we will deal. You will tell me where the box is and I will not hurt you anymore. You will live and keep all your parts, and I will be paid my fee. That is the deal.” I still held her earlobe in my fingers.”I…sort of had a different deal in mind,” she ventured.”I see. Is this the point where the victim offers her torturer some valuable thing in exchange for her freedom? Offers money or other information or even…” I paused, grinning slightly, “…sexual favors? Very predictable, Alicia. It’s always the same story.””So you’re not interested? I mean, you said you liked my breasts… that fucking me was a pleasant idea…wouldn’t you like to do that?””Alicia, I own you. If I wanted you, I would simply take you…orally, vaginally, anally, however it pleased me. 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