The Damned This is a tale of torment in a strange country where the government was a dictatorship denying basic rights to its people. Any rebels who resisted the government or acted against its wishes were persecuted severely. This is the story of Kathy, a university student who experiences torture at the hands of the government. Kathy was a student at the university. At 21, she was, like most students of her age, idealistic and passionate about the cause for freedom and democracy. She had joined a group of other students who risked their very lives to power the democratic movement. The government however was hell bent at destroying the entire rebel movement and went to severe lengths. Kathy wrote letters and communications to influential people in other countries explaining what they could do to help the movement work and the advantages they would get. She was, besides being intelligent, very beautiful. She had dark brown hair, an athletic body, taut breasts. Any woman would be proud to have such a body. She would usually pass the letters and communication she wrote through a contact who would pick it up from a certain letterbox. She also used to send radio messages over a specific channel to inform of any news to the rebels hiding in the forest. Unfortunately some of these went into the hands of the secret police. One evening, as she was returning home, walking the usual route from the university to her house, a black van pulled up near her. Men wearing masks ran out, grabbed her and threw her into the van. She fell on her face. They cuffed her hands behind and one of the guards placed his boot on her head, crushing her skull. She screamed and asked them what was going on, but no answers were provided. She was wearing a pair of jeans, a blue blouse. In her position her blouse had been pushed up revealing her back to the leering guards. The van drove for a long distance and then seemed to pause for a brief while. She heard the sound of large metal doors opening, she wasn't sure. She lay on the floor with the boot still to her head. The van stopped again, this time the sliding door on her front was opened. The guard got down, giving some momentary relief to her head. Hands roughly grabbed her by her hair and threw her down on the ground. As she struggled trying to get up on her knees, she received a kick on her abdomen and a sharp command barked at her, "Get up". As she tried to talk, she received a harsh slap and fell back. They barked at her once again, she realised that she better not talk to these hooligans. She was pushed rougly and violently toward the near building and then through one of the corridors. The sun was already set, leaving the sky with the twilight. The corridors were lighted by electric lamps. They kept pushing her with the gun butts and batons they were carrying till they came near an office. The door was half open. The guards pushed it open and gave her a mighty shove. She lost her balance and fell in. She again heard one of them barking at her to get up and got a few kicks on her butt. She managed to scramble up and face an officer sitting on the other side of the desk. He was looking at some documents in front of him. He was wearing a uniform, which she noticed was highly decorated. He was quite handsome and had a badge saying "Capt. Ramonez". He raised his head and looked at her. "Are you Kathy Schnarre?", he asked in a deep commanding voice. I took the opportunity to talk, "Yes, I am sure this is some mistake, why have I been brought to this place? Where am I? What ..." At that point one of the guards hit her on her spine with his gun butt. There was a cascade of blows from them. They stopped as she was held in front of the captain by the guards, one of the grabbing her hair quite painfully. She looked at the man in front of her. He stood up from the chair and came near her. He looked at her quite closely and then told his guards, "You got the right girl, I'll talk to her tomorrow, I hope you know what to do now." He got a nod from one of his guards as the girl looked bewildered. She had no idea what was going on. Someone had found her out, but there was nothing she could do about it. The guards dragged her down the corridor and then through a flight of stairs. They went through a corridor in the basement and reached another room. One of the guards opened the door and then pushed her in. She was expecting to be thrown into a cell and left alone to contemplate alone. She was wrong. The guards entered the cell together. There was a low table on the left corner from the entrance. The guards pushed her towards it and made her bend over the edge. The room was bare except for this and had a film of dust. It was about 10x10 feet and had two ventilators on the wall opposite to the door. There was a ladder on that wall and a few ringbolts almost to the centre. The wall to the left was void of anything. It had been whitewashed recently. There were dark stains on the wall opposite to the door beside the ringbolts. She was now afraid that she was going to be raped. She wasn't a virgin, but being gang raped wasn't somethign she was prepared for. She waited as one of the guards unzipped her jeans and pulled it down. Then, once it was crumpled near her foot, he asked her to kick it away. She was almost shivering now and she hesitated. The guard violently banged her head on the table and she kicked her heels off along with her jeans, stepping out of them. One of the guards took a knife and tore her blouse from behind. He then grabbed it at the nape of her neck and started tearing it off. The rags that remained on her body were also torn off. She was now wearing only her white brassiere and slip as she trembled. The fear was already making her sweat. A film of sweat as forming on her body already. She was trembling. They caught her by her hair and roughly dragged her towards the ringbolts. Her handcuffs were momentarily removed and she was made to kneel facing the guards. Her hands were cuffed over her head through one of the ring bolts. The dirty dusty floor already chafed her knees as she knelt. She couldn't lower herself because of the way she was cuffed. She looked at the guards trying to feel for what they were about to do with her. Just then, another guard entered the room. He had something in his hand which she noticed was a knuckle duster. The others stood back leaning on the empty side walls as he approached her. Another guard followed him with a chair in his hand as he approached her. Her hair which was long enough to cover her breasts was now dishevelled and blocking her eyes. The guard set the chair right in front of her. The guard with the duster sat on the chair set in front of her and gave a menacing look. "You should have thought twice before you considered betraying our country." he said in a harsh tone. You and your friends will be captured and disposed. She looked at him in the eyes and spat at him. It missed his face and landed on his uniform. He wiped it off with a rag cloth. Without warning his fist flew into her face. What ensued seemed to her like an explosion. It broke her nose, sending a stream of blood instantly. She tasted blood in her mouth. Another blow landed on her cheek. The next one was aimed at her jaw. She almost thought he'd cracked her jaw. The pain pulsing through her skull was unbearable. She was too dazed to even look at him or brace for the next blow which hit her left breast like it was a punching bag. The pain shot through her breast like a searing burn. The punches and beating continued for over a quarter of an hour before it stopped. Her beautiful face was now reduced to a mass of grotesquely distended flesh seeping blood. The exposed top of her battered breasts were now covered in a reddish blue hue. Sweat was dripping from her body onto the floor. Her dishevelled hair was now matted with the sweat and blood. Her white brassiere was now almost dark brown in front. She noticed one of the guards came near her and held her head up with her hair. She was now slapped by another guard. Each slap was vicious and powerful. She couldn't turn her head to avoid it because her head was being held by the other guard. Then another guard appeared in front of her and jabbed the baton into her groin. It felt as if pain had overtaken all her senses. Her muscles cringed and she tried to close her legs to cover her groin, but noticed that they were being held by another pair of hands. She almost started crying as the next blow came to her groin. More blows fell on her groin and abdomen as she was held defenseless. Now her slip was also had red patches. Some of the more furious blows hit her ribs and the side of her abdomen. Her breathing was now feverish. She was sweating much more. Suddenly she felt her handcuff being removed from her left hand. She was now turned around and cuffed back. They continued hitting her with the baton. Each blow sent her entire body into the wall. They beat her kidneys and her buttocks with increased fury. This lasted almost for an hour. Then there was a brief pause in the beatings. She thought that her torture was over and she will be left. Suddenly to her horror, she was turned around again. This time the blows were given by bare hands on her face, her breasts and her stomach. Her whole body was now a mess covered in bruises with blood trickling from her broken nose and torn lips. She was certain that some of her teeth had been shattered and her ribs had been cracked. Her body was on fire. The whole ordeal lasted almost over 3 hours. It was finally over after she became too weak to even grunt after a blow. The handcuffs were removed and her hands were cuffed behind her back. She was now literally dragged through the corridors to a narrow 6x6 feet cell which had a bucket on one corner. She was thrown inside and after a few kicks to her buttocks and groin, they left her. The shock and unbearable pain were too much for her. She dragged herself to the bucket which had the waste of some earlier inmate and puked into it. Blood and vomit came out of her as her whole body spasmed in the pain. Without any water to clean herself, she sank down on the dirt covered floor and fell asleep. Sometime, early in the morning, barely hours after she had gone to sleep, a guard opened the door and threw in a dirty rag gown and woke her up by kicking her on her groin. She looked, trembling at the towering form of the guard in her room. He barked at her, "wear this and get ready." She managed to croak "water" but the guard did not take notice of what she said and left the room. She now noticed that her body was aching far more than it had the previous night while she was being beaten. The pain was almost overwhelming and she couldn't move her wrist properly. She had the urge to urinate and tried her best to stand up and walk towards the bucket. She struggled to stand leaning on the wall and then managed to pull her slip down partially as she relieved herself. She noticed that it was blood red. As she finished she noticed that the blood on her had dried and caked. She pulled up her slip and staggered back. She picked up the ragged gown and put it on. Then she noticed the sinister purpose, it was meant to be easily removable and was ideal for their interrogations by torture. She had barely finished putting it on, she heard footsteps. The door opened with a thud and two guards entered the room. She was picked up by her arms and dragged out of the cell. Her hands were cuffed behind her and she was led through the corridors back to the room where she was taken on the previous day. She was roughly pushed into the room. She managed to keep her balance this time however and staggered towards the table. There was a circular wooden stool in front of the table this time. She saw the captain sitting at the table who looked at her and said, "Sit." She sat down on the stool. It was extremely uncomfortable, she would have been much better off standing. The captain took a closer look at his captive. Her face was distended, one of her eyes was swollen and almost shut. Her lips were also distended and puffy. There were stains of blood all the way down her neck disappearing into the ragged gown she was wearing. The gown covered her only till just above her knees. In her sitting position on the high stool, it covered the upper portion of her thighs. There were marks of bruises on her thighs and her calves too. She was too weak to think of anything but her pain. A guard behind her grabbed a handful of her hair and placed another hand on her jaw forcing her to look at the captain. The captain, who had just lit a cigar looked at her and asked, "Katherine Schnarre, that is your name?" She nodded. A guard barked, "we haven't cut out your tongue yet, speak bitch!" The guard holding her hair twisted it to make it hurt and she answered "Yes" in a hoarse voice. "I'll be calling you Kathy", the captain said. "It seems you have been involved in a lot of work against our government. We intend to get rid of the rebel menace quickly and you have some information that will help us do it very quickly. You have been involved in a lot of communication with rebel sympathizers all over the world and also establishing links with the rebels in the jungle. All you have to do is to reveal some information that you know now and give us details like frequencies and ciphers we need to intercept future communication. The more co-operative you are, the better your treatment will be. I will personally make sure that these animals cannot touch you (he pointed to his men figuratively) and also make sure you are released without a record.", "On the other hand, if you wish to keep silent, I can let them start the more painfull third degree procedures. I am sure you will realise that what you had last night was just a few slaps and kicks and are nothing like the tortures we can inflict on your soft body. I reccommend that you talk, I will see to your safety ... you can have my word of honour." She looked at him, still defiance floating in her thought, as she answered, "You will be brought down along with your government, the people will have freedom and I am not going to betray them. I can't see any honour in your word" and tried to spit at him with her dry mouth. The captain gave an evil smile and said, "you are underestimating what can be done to your body to make you talk, it is a pity no one takes the easy route. They all like to suffer just like you." A guard walked in with an syringe in his hand. He raised the sleeve of her gown and gave her the injection. The captain was pacing towards the door and came back after some time. She was still held by her hair by the guard standing behind her. "I don't like to wait for information. It will be so much more better for you and me if you talked, I will have my information, you can go out free." She looked at him defiantly and rasped, "Do all that you can, I am not going to talk." He paused briefly and looked at her and gave an evil smile, "I will meet you in the evening, I hope you won't be so haughty then." She was roughly pulled off the stool by the guard behind her and dragged through the corridor in the basement. This time, they came to a different room. All the while she was hearing scream and sounds of beatings. Some screams were coming from the rooms just ahead of where they had stopped and they were anything but human. She wondered what was being done to the captives. The door near them opened and a man in civilian clothing appeared. He looked at her and said, "so this is the new girl you were talking about. You haven't hit her too badly like the last one, I should enjoy working on her." Then he called one of his assistants who grabbed the girl and pushed her into the room. The room had a small table and a bed and was about 12x6 feet. The bed looked like an old hospital metal bed. It had four cuffs on the corners and instead of solid metal had a mesh on its body. Other than the man and the guard, there was no one else in the room. She was asked to kneel in the corner near the entrance. The man in civilian clothes went to the table and was fiddling with some equipment (apparently an electrical transformer). Shortly afterward a guard entered the room with a bucket of water and placed it near the table. Then he came to the civilian and addressed him as Doctor. The Doctor asked him to be present for the first few minutes in case he had any problems. The other guard came near her and uncuffed her hands. As she knelt, chafing her wrists, the doctor came near her and said, "Stand up and take off your clothes." She looked a bit hesitant as she slowly stood up, her body still aching from the beatings. He added, "I hope you don't want these men to be touching you on your privates .. Get on with it." She took the gown off herself and then looked pleadingly at the Doctor. He gruffly remarked, "I don't have time for this, You blokes get to her and take those things off." to the guards. They quickly came near her. Her bra hasps were unhooked and they pulled it off to reveal her breasts which were less marked and stained by the earlier day's proceedings. They pulled her panties down her legs and asked her to step out which she did. The Doctor looked at the guards and said, "take her out, clean her and bring her back within the hour." She wondered why he mentioned an hour as she was pushed back through the corridors to a men's toilet. She was taken near one of the urinals that was empty. The place smelled foul as handcuffs were slapped back on her hands and she was hung up from one of those pipes. She was now standing beside a male urinal almost hanging by her wrists as her toes barely touched the ground. Her naked body trembled. She looked at the guards, scared. They gave a leering smile and then one of them said, "it will be easier if you offer no resistance, it is much more painless that way." Three more guards entered the urinal and looked at her naked body, making lewd comments. She was now certain of rape, but how painful was it going to be, she had no idea. The guard in front of her took his baton out and asked, "Are you a virgin?". "No", she said in her raspy voice. "Let's check" was his reply as he smiled at his friends. Then he jabbed the baton into her vagina and almost lifted her off her toes with his thrusts. Being raped with the baton was a horrible experience and she squealed and grunted. He pulled out the baton after he was satisfied. She hung there, covered with sweat and panting. Her genitals red from the abuse. She felt a hot liquid trickle out, she was bleeding. "shit! look, she's bleeding, maybe she was a virgin!" The guard put his dirty hand inside her and said, "I think so." He then smeared the blood from her groin on her face over the blood already caked on it and said, "bitch has been lying to everyone, let's do her real nasty!" Just then, one of the guards undid her cuffs, and they turned her around facing the vile wall that was still wet with urine and her one sweat. She was now trembling as she felt her ass cheeks being parted by the guard and suddenly she felt a wave of pain hitting her as the baton was thrust into her rectum. She screamed with all her strength as her body was thrust towards the wall with each push. She was almost certain that her insides had been torn. She was now turned around again and the vile baton was now thrust into her mouth as she retched and gagged at the unanticipated entry. It had been covered in her blood and shit. They made her lick it clean as they massaged her groin. One of them had a filthy rag which was soaked with water from the tap nearby. It was thrust into her genitals and rubbed in an act of cleaning it. She was experiencing unbearable humiliation. The pain was nothing compared to the experience. The guard also removed the mess from the inside of her thighs, cleaning her as if she was some machine. The baton in her mouth was being played with as she gagged and coughed trying to lick the vile mess off it as they instructed. They used water once more on the cloth as they rubbed some of the blood off her stomach and midriff. The handcuffs were now removed and she was thrown on the floor. Her hands and feet were held by two guards while a third stuffed the dirty rag into her mouth and gagged her. They took turns having her. They stopped after all of them had used her at least twice. All the while, she was choking into the awful gag. She was then turned around and sodomized. Some of them abstained from the vile act as they felt it was too messy. (Little did anyone care about the victim.) After they were done with her, she was lifted and dragged towards a urinal. Her gag was removed and she was allowed to puke into the urinal. The baton they had used inside her was cleaned. She was then dragged to a shower and cuffed to a pipe. They took turns playing with her hosing different parts of her body and passing lewd comments. She now had a horrible feeling about being alive. She was also beginning to feel disoriented and unstable as they took her back to the room without bothering to towel her off. She was pushed into the room and forced onto the bed, still wet. Her hands and legs were cuffed to the sides of the bed. The doctor had a sponge in his hand and he applied the water from the bucket near her on her woods wiping off any grime or blood left on it, leaving her soothed a bit. Then he did this to her genitals and ears very carefully. He looked at her and said, "I am not sure you know how painful this is going to be, but it will be much better for both of us if you started talking now." She remained defiant and looked away from him. He said, "I actually enjoy it this way." Stretched, the way she was, she could only move about her head but she couldn't thrash on the bed to hurt herself too badly. She watched from her position as the doctor wore a large leather glove. One of the guards also wore a glove. He checked something on the machine on his table and then walked toward her lying form. She was aware that she will soon experience electric shocks, but she had no idea, how painful it was going to be. She waited trying to calm herself down for what was about to hit her. The water on her body was cooling it quickly. Memories of the rape were still in her mind, but the cool air touching her wet body was making her feel more naked than she actually was. Her brown pubic hair glistened with the wetness as she squirmed trying to find a comfortable position to lie. The doctor was having a casual conversation with the guard. She could hear him enquiring about someone personally. Then he walked towards her. The guard brought a chair for the doctor as he sat beside her. The doctor touched her nipples, as if in foreplay and played with them in his ungloved hand, one after the other. It was very humiliating as she watched her body respond to his touch. Her nipples grew taut as she fought the sensations of pleasure, squirming at his touch. He smiled and said, "I like this." "It will be very painful, I'll get you something to bite on. We'll start for a few minutes and then you can listen to the questions." His voice was cold and without any emotion. He put on the glove and brought a cattle prod, better known as the picana near her. She watched him as the guard came near with a small stick in his hand. "This will do", she heard the doctor saying. The guard roughly opened her mouth and thrust the stick giving it to her as if it were a bone for a dog. There was a rope hanging from the end of the stick which was tied tight around her head, so she couldn't get rid of the gag. Then the doctor walked to the table and set something. She heard a humming noise as he approached her. He sat down on the wooden chair beside her as she braced herself. He now playfully touched her abdomen with his gloved hands. She cringed at his every touch muffling into her gag. She waited for the pain to hit as he toyed with her for a while. Then, he turned the current on while it was touching her navel. She bucked, grunted and shook like bronco, shaking her hips up and down in a desperate attempt to reveal the pain. He stopped after over a minute. Her whole body shook as she panted. She groaned, the pain, too much for her to bear. She now shuddered as he moved it closer to her rib cage just under her ample breasts and turned it on. She shook violently, with what seemed to be increasing pain. After what seemed to be an eternity, he stopped. Drool leaked from her mouth as she breathed heavily through her gag. The prod was now positioned on the base of her left breast. She tried to plead for mercy as he turned it on. Her whole vision was now clouded in a reddish haze as she shook violently. Her whole body chocked as her muscles spasmed and her scream contained within herself. He released the shock after making sure she had suffered her worst ... at least for then. Her body was still shaking, unable to believe the degree of pain she had received. She spasmed, gasping for air as the pain pulsed through her naked body. The guard came nearer and losened the string tying her gag pushing it down and letting it rest over her throat. He quickly moved back as her torturer put the vile prod into her mouth. She panicked trying to escape and then felt the current through her mouth. She made gurgling noises and more drool leaked out of her mouth as her whole body jumped on the bed. He stopped when her eyes were completely blood shot and her nose started bleeding. He settled down on the chair beside her as she spasmed and trembled on the bed. "This was on a mild setting, I can make it much more painful" he said smiling. She was now shaking from the shocks and from the fear of this inhuman monster of a doctor. She felt dirty as the drool dripped down to the sides of her face and neck. "Let's start with the questions, shall we?", she heard her torturer say. He then said, "what's your name, dear" in a voice that was eerily pleasant. She managed to croak "Kathy", He casually pinched her nipples, "I believe I wanted your name not what you were called." His pinching slowly turned to torturous as she managed to say "Katherine Schnarre" as tears welled from her eyes. "Please don't do this to me", she managed to plead. "I didn't remember giving you permission to talk, maybe you want it up your cunnie", he said as she shuddered at the thought. She was sure he was capable of doing something like that. She noticed that she was feeling very thirsty. He now said, "Who are your contacts in the resistance? Name any two of them and I'll call off this session." She was trembling now, her mind screaming at her. She could never take another few minutes of the torture. She raised her blood shot eyes at him and said, "I really know nothing about any resistance, please believe me" she started sobbing, trying to convince him that she knew nothing. Her torturer, however knew better than she did. He got up from his chair and indicated something to the guard. He came near her and put the stick back in her mouth as she tried to babble into it. Her torturer came near and without remorse, continued for over an hour shocking her all over her torso, her breasts being his favorite targets and a few times her nipples and then her arm pits, her face, ears and neck too. She felt she was going to die as the shocks coursed through her naked body. Sometime while was shocking her nipples, she lost control of her bodily functions and urinated on the bed. There was a bucket just underneath which collected the dripping liquid. To her, the pain was so overwhelming that she barely noticed her loss of control. She writhed in agony for over an hour before he stopped again. This time, the questions were accompanied with slaps by the guards. She answered some of them about her knowledge of different towns and townsfolk, but kept mum about the resistance for which she got harsher slaps on her breasts. The torturer now motioned to the guard who inserted the saliva soaked piece of wood, back into her mouth. The bucket which was now a mixture of slimy water and her urine was now emptied on her. She trembled as the shocks started again. He aimed for her sex, as she writhed in agony. The session lasted over an hour as he burnt her intimate parts with the prod. He finished when she stopped responding. She heard remarks as if in a dream from her torturer that she won't be joining him for lunch followed by jabs on her naked sex. She was now untied from the bed and thrown on the floor. As she slowly gained consciousness, she was pointed at her clothes on the floor and instructed to wear it. It took all the strength that remained in her body to collect her underwear, wear it and then pull the gown over her. She was now taken out of the room and led up stairs out into the open and through a clearing into another building. Walking, by itself, was an ordeal to her as she reached the other building. She heard screams of many women as she neared a room. The door opened and the guards entered, pushing her in. She stood there shocked at what she saw ... (To be continued ...)
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