Chapter 36 - Arlene Part 15
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Section 15 - Beating and Torture
I suspect there are few people on this earth who have been tortured to the
point where they beg to die. I am one of those few. I begged and pleaded for
Rhonda to kill me but she didn't. My life was preserved for an even worse fate.
This is the hardest part of my story to write. There is no one to blame but
myself for what happened. If I hadn't been so ambitious and willing to take
risks to advance my career, none of this would have happened. I'll write it in a
straightforward manner trying to keep my cool about the worst experience in my
life. And one about which I feel a deep sense of shame and guilt.
I have to add that the torture I suffered wrecked my normally positive outlook
on life. I have read articles about torture victims that describe the life long
fear and paranoia that accompany those who survive prolonged torture. I can only
say that to this day, I jump at loud noises, rush to the window when I hear
someone outside and seldom sleep through an entire night. My dreams are
nightmares and they replay for me those times when I prayed for death to free me
from pain.
I believe Kelly discovered I worked for the newspaper when I inadvertently
left my Manchester Union W-2 out with the rest of my mail. Kelly was not a nosy
person but I had gotten the W-2 in that day's mail. Kelly and I were doing out
to dinner and a movie. I know that sounds pretty tame but my life wasn't all
orgies and wild lesbian sex. I opened the envelope and left the W-2 on the
dining room table. Kelly arrived while I was still getting dressed. She went to
the kitchen to pour us a glass of wine. If she did see it that day, she was a
hell of an actress because she never questioned me or let on in any way that she
suspected I didn't work for New England Casualty Insurance. Regardless of how
Kelly discovered my masquerade, my life took a very dramatic turn.
I was coming home after a full day at the paper. It was Friday afternoon. I
planned to take a quick shower, put on my biker gear and meet Kelly at The
Sidecar. It was going to be another weekend of glorious lesbian sex and
hopefully more conversation about Senator Williams. I know that Kelly and the
other Amazons will never believe me but my interest in the Senator was no longer
based on the Manchester Union. Kelly, Rhonda, and especially Senator Candace
Williams fascinated me. They were the kind of humans I now wanted to be. I'd
come to realize that I'd taken the easy way out since I was fourteen. I made the
mistake of using my sex to get the things I wanted. Friends, job, money had all
come from my lying on my back and telling a man to get between my legs. I had
finally learned, mainly from Kelly, that there were other ways to achieve your
goals in life.
My worst and final error was not telling Kelly about the Manchester Union and
my assignment to go undercover. If I had trusted Kelly and told her everything
none of this would have happened.
When I pulled into my reserved spot in the parking garage of my apartment, I
noticed a white van in the adjacent spot not the gray Audi, my neighbor, Toby,
normally parked there. When I exited my Nissan Maxima (with some of the money I
got from the Pagans, I traded up from the Sentra), the van's side door flew open
and someone jumped out and touched this small electronic gadget to my neck. I
suppose it was a stun gun. Kelly once told me that the Amazons found them highly
effective in certain situations.
I was immediately paralyzed. I was lifted into the van. Someone pulled my
sleeve up and I watched helplessly as a needle entered my arm. I remember
thinking; "They didn't swab that with alcohol." After that everything went
black.
When I came too, I was hanging naked from an overhead pipe in a windowless
room that seemed to be in some type of industrial building, definitely not a
home. My wrists were handcuffed and the metal was cutting into them. There was
blood dripping down my arms. I shifted around and found my toes could barely
touch the floor taking a little strain off my arms. I yelled, "Hello" and "Help"
several times but no one showed up so I concentrated on trying to stand where my
wrists felt the least pain.
After God knows how long, Kelly walked in carrying a professional looking
video camera mounted on a tripod. There were two Amazon's with her. One was
named Nina and she like Rhonda Powers was a competitive body builder. The other
one, Gloria, was a big tall girl that worked in a hospital as a RN. I'd had sex
with Nina and Gloria and considered them friends. They had another video camera.
"Kelly, help me, these handcuffs are killing my wrists," I said but she
ignored me as she set the camera in place and checked the viewfinder to make
sure it was aimed directly at my front. The other camera was focused on my rear.
As soon as the cameras were ready, she and the other two left.
"Don't leave me, Kelly, what's wrong?" I wailed as she walked out the door. I
knew that something was very wrong.
In a moment, she returned carrying several lengths of what I took to be garden
hose. This time she decided to speak.
"Since you're such a big fan of Senator Williams, you should know that she'll
get a copy of this video," said Kelly as she placed the hose lengths on a nearby
table. She selected one and whipped it through the air. The end of the hose made
an ominous whirring sound. I knew how she intended to use it.
"Kelly, what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to whip the shit out of you for lying to me and spying on Candace."
"I'm not spying on Senator Williams. I'm just interested in her. I told you I
was an admirer."
"But you're not just a admirer, you're a reporter for the Union Leader and you
joined the Pagans to get something on Candace. The Pagans and Amazons have ways
to deal with traitors." Kelly gave the hose a couple of more swipes through thin
air. The thought of that hose coming in contact with my body made me want to
start screaming
"All right, I'm a reporter but I didn't mean to harm Senator Williams."
"Rhonda said that since I was the one you fucked over, that I could be first
with you. Arlene, before I put you in so much pain, you'll be begging to die, I
want you to know that I really loved you and thought you loved me. When I found
out you were using me, it hurt me terribly. I feel like I've lost my capacity
for love and trust. I'm going to make you pay for that."
I yelled a few things like "No, don't" and "I love you Kelly" but she wasn't
listening. Kelly walked behind me and ran her hands over my back and ass.
"I'm starting back here. I'm going to give you a whipping you'll never forget.
Rhonda says the front hurts worse and I want to save that for last," was Kelly's
final statement before she gave me the worst beating of my life.
Gloria and Nina are going to capture everything on video, we'll show it to
anyone that wants to see how the Amazons treat a traitorous slut."
Before she started, she walked over and had a conversation with Nina and
Gloria as they checked the viewfinder. The three Amazon's conferred then Nina
left the room only to return in a minute with another tripod mounted camera.
They set that up on my other side so they had three different views of what they
were going to do to me.
"Three camera angles are best. Get ready to scream," said Kelly as she took a
position behind me.
She was holding a three-foot length of one-inch garden hose. She held it in
both hands like a baseball bat. I heard the whirring sound and my back exploded
in pain. The pain took me by surprise and I more choked than screamed the first
time. Kelly went about her revenge in a methodical fashion. She started high on
my back at my shoulders then went slowly down working on my deltoids then my
trapeziums. She worked my lower back until I felt like my kidneys were being
hammered to pulp. Buttocks were next and I swear she whipped five pounds off my
ass. Upper hamstrings were her next target followed by a prolonged pounding of
that super sensitive area at the back of the knee. My calves drew her attention
for the longest time.
"Help me tie up her feet," said Kelly to her two helpers. Nina picked me up
off the floor while Gloria buckled two wide leather belts around my upper thigh
and ankle. The sole of my left foot was pointed straight toward the ceiling. All
my weight was now on my wrists and the metal cuffs were cutting to the bone. You
can only scream so loud but I think the decibels I produced when she swung that
rubber hose across my instep was the most that ever came out of Arlene
Fairchild. I passed out after about twenty vicious blows on my instep and heel.
They brought me around with some poppers.
"We don't want you to miss anything," said Gloria as she broke the glass
ampoule under my nose.
Next they did the other foot. That left me trying to stand on the one foot
they just beat. I just couldn't do that. When I put any pressure on the foot, my
mind exploded. As soon as my right sole was pointed upward, Kelly whipped that
until I passed out again. This time they threw a pail of ice-cold water on me.
The agony of being forced to stand on my feet was mind numbing. I began to
believe I'd never walk again.
Between screams, I begged and pleaded. I'd never known pain like that. Sure
I'd been hurt a few times and some of my recent experiences with the Pagans had
been anything but pain free but this was a different dimension. It was pain
amplified a thousand times. I want to say that since I'm a journalist I should
be able to accurately describe how it felt to the reader. But pain doesn't work
that way.
The blow lands and the scream is a direct result of the pain. It's torn from
your body. You can't stop it or change it. The scream was far beyond my control.
Even at the end when I felt too exhausted and my throat was raw, a blow to a
sensitive part of my body would cause me to scream just as loud as when Kelly
started on me.
What's also horrible is the anticipation of pain. A blow lands and your pain
radiates out from the point of contact. Then as the hurt recedes, you are
overtaken by fear of the next blow's pain. That causes you to tighten up your
muscles and that makes the follow on stroke hurt even worse.
I remember a movie about an American in a Turkish prison and his worst
experience was being beaten in the soles of his feet. Now I believe it. I saw
stars the first time that hose landed on my instep. I kept passing out.
I'd awake sputtering moments later when Kelly sprayed me with ice-cold water
from a nearby hose.
"I don't want you to sleep through any of this. I keep thinking about when we
were in bed together and you kept telling me you loved me. I am so much enjoying
making you scream you lying deceiving bitch. Just wait till Rhonda's through
with you. You won't be human anymore."
"Kelly, I have money. How much to let me go?" That was a lie of course. Kelly
just looked at me disappointedly and selected another hose of the table. Kelly
took her top off to reveal those pert little breasts I'd spent so much time
sucking on. She was covered in sweat. I decided to appeal to her feminine side.
"I love you Kelly, all right I made a mistake but I still love you, why are
you doing this to me?" My voice had taken a desperate whinny tone. If the devil
had appeared at that moment and offered to stop Kelly in return for my immortal
soul he would have a deal without a moment's hesitation.
"I thought you really cared for me," said Kelly as she got into position. I
could tell she was crying.
"Hell hah no fury like a lesbian scorned," I thought to myself.
The hose landed right across my tits creating a firestorm centered on both
nipples. I pleaded for her not to hit me again. Kelly took the same approach to
my front she had to my back. The abdomen is another area where the pain gets
magnified. Kelly managed to angle in a few shots that landed between my legs.
Kelly was dripping sweat when she halted for a moment.
"Now, I'm going to fix you so you'll not enjoy sex with the next person you
decide to betray, Bring me a surgical clamp, Gloria." said Kelly. Gloria walked
over with a hemostat. Kelly parted my labial folds and coaxed my clit out of its
protective sheath of flesh. She applied the hemostat to the very tip of my
clitoris.
"Get a piece of wood to brace it," said Kelly.
I watched in horror as Nina brought a short length of two by four over.
"You pull it out and I'll whip it, Let's see if we can neuter my former
lover," said Kelly.
Gloria slowly used the hemostat to extend my clitoris out to where I thought
it was going to rip off. I could see a good two inches of skinny flesh
stretched along the wooden surface. I was mad with fear. She stretched my clit
along the top of a piece of wood that Nina was holding. You could practically
see through it. The veins and nerves were visible through the translucent skin.
"You may not really be a girl after this, you may be nothing at all, maybe
Rhonda will let me cut it off before we're done with you," said Kelly as she
readied herself.
"Please, if we've even meant anything to each other, don't," was all I got out
before Kelly smashed the hose down full force. The clitoris is a mass of nerve
ganglia and sensitive to pain. She gave me five two handed shots before I passed
out. When Gloria brought me back to consciousness, Kelly was pulling the clamp
to swing me back and forth by pulling my clit. Try that sometime if you want to
feel real pain.
"I like to cut that off of you," said Kelly with real venom, "Hold her legs
apart, I want to work on her hole." Her love for me had turned to hatred.
Nina and Gloria grabbed my legs and expended them in a "V". They pulled them
upward so Kelly had a straight shot to my vagina. I took a good dozen two handed
smashes right on my vaginal opening before I passed out. I lost all feelings
between my legs. She managed to land several blows right on the opening of my
vagina. I wondered if I would ever be able to have an orgasm when she was done.
Next she took one my nipples in her mouth and pulled on it till it was hard
and sticking out. I tried to think of something to avoid making my nipples
easier to whip but they ignored me. Kelly gave me some sideways downwards blows
that felt like they were going to whip my buds clean off. Picture your nipples
standing out nice like your new boyfriends had been sucking them just right.
Then he steps back and bring a piece of garden hose down catching just those
proud little zickers. You go out of your mind with pain.
Kelly decided she wanted to work some more on my sex so she instructed Nina
and Gloria to hold my legs apart again. This time they were spread so wide I
thought my hips were going to be dislocated. Kelly took two-handed swings right
into my cunt. She got my vagina exposed by finger fucking me, then landed that
hose right between my pussy lips and across my cunt. I wanted to grab my pussy
in my hands and roll in a tight ball. Kelly took her time whipping my cunt. I
lost count of the home run swings where the hose contacted all the flesh from my
clit to my asshole; I finally got lucky and blacked out to where they must not
have been able to revive me.
When I came to I was lying on a cold metal table. I was strapped down unable
to move.
"Here, swallow this," said Gloria as she forced a rubber hose down my throat.
I could feel the hose travel down my esophagus. After Gloria was satisfied the
hose was in my stomach, I watched as she poured a pitcher of water into a funnel
connected to the hose.
"Three liters will fill her up her stomach and tighten her abdomen, then we'll
put three liters in the other end," said Gloria.
I felt something inserted in my asshole. I wondered if they were going to give
me an enema. I was in too much pain and too far out of it to do or say anything.
I felt the water flow into my intestines. Before long I begin to feel like I had
eaten two Thanksgiving Dinners. When I looked down I could see my belly was
rounded out like I was eight months pregnant. When they finished putting the
water in my rectum, I felt something being inserted and them felt it expand as
someone pumped it full of air. I had an expandable butt plug up my ass. Nothing
was coming out till someone removed it.
"Let's get her up," said Kelly. They lifted me off the table and hung me up
again by my wrists. My belly was huge. My navel was now point outward. I wanted
to shit and get rid of everything inside me but that wasn't possible.
"Rhonda says this is one of the worse things you can do to a person. The water
acts as a pain amplifier," said Kelly as she picked up a length of bamboo from a
nearby table.
I guess when it comes to torture: Rhonda Powers knows her business. The
impact of that cane on my abdomen would have been awful under ordinary
circumstances but stretch your belly and intestines with enough water and the
pain gets boosted. The water acts like a megaphone. Kelly gave me ten strokes. I
passed out after each one.
After the second blow, I let out a long stream of piss. I'd lost complete
control of my bladder. My urethra burned as I sprayed a torrent of yellow pee.
After finishing, I passed out again. Gloria brought me back with poppers after
each blow. I reached the point where I wanted to die. I finally went completely
nuts screaming and kicking then I must have passed out because I don't think I
woke up for a while.
I came to face down on my table. Gloria was pushing on my back and I was
vomiting up the water from my stomach. They must have released the water in my
intestines while I was out. I know I couldn't take any more.
"Kill me, please kill me, I can't stand any more," I pleaded as I puked up the
contests of my stomach.
"Killing you would be too easy. Rhonda says I should give you time to meditate
on what you did," said Kelly in a matter of fact voice.
"Get me a seltzer out of the fridge, said Kelly to Nina.
Nina came back in my sight with a bottle of seltzer water she was shaking.
"Rhonda said that the Tonton Macoutes, the secret police thugs that worked for
the Haitian dictator, Papa Duvalier accidentally discovered this. If you force
seltzer water up a person nose and into their sinuses the pain is unbearable.
Let's me know if you think it's really true, Arlene."
"No more, Kelly, you've hurt me enough. I want to die now," was all I could
say.
"Arlene, your party is just starting."
I thought my head was going to explode when the seltzer water reached my
sinuses. You feel like your brain is on fire and the pain causes you to start
shaking uncontrollably all over. It's like a grande mal seizure. I could feel my
heels vibrating against the cold metal table. The frontal lobes of my brain felt
like strong fingers were kneading them. Seltzer water up your nose doesn't sound
like torture. Try it sometime. Be prepared to scream your lungs out and beg for
God to strike you dead.
They took me off the table after I taken about a half dozen if the seltzer
treatments. I could feel my brain inside my skull. I watched as they cuffed my
hands behind my back. Gloria put manacles on each ankle then connected the
manacles to metal rings in the floor. The rings were a good four feet apart so
my legs were spread. Nina was holding me up. I couldn't stand by myself. Kelly
brought over something that looked like a modified automobile bumper jack. There
was a foot long extension of rough metal with small knobs on it extending from
the head of the jack, the part that normally went under the bumper. Kelly placed
the jack extension between my legs then worked the jack handle to raise the
extension to the point that it touched the area between my legs.
"This is really going to hurt," said Kelly as she parted my pussy lips so the
bare metal touched my vagina and the area extending back to my rectum. She
slowly raised the jack. I felt it tighten against my already tortured and sore
pussy. A couple of more movements of the jack handle by Kelly and I started to
feel the metal cut into my flesh raising me off the ground. The slack in the
chains connecting my ankles to the floor slowly went away as the jack raised me
off the ground. I started to feel my legs pulling down toward the floor as I
gained height. The area between my legs was in agony. More pumps of the jack
handle and I was screaming. The manacles were cutting into my ankles and I felt
blood tricking down on my feet. The metal knobs were torturing my most delicate
flesh.
"We're going to leave you for a while," said Kelly when I was stretched about
as far as I would go. The three of them walked out of the room. They turned off
the light leaving me in darkness. I couldn't stand the pain. I was screaming. My
throat was raw. I wanted to die. I begged God to kill me. I have no idea how
long I was left. After many moments of incredible suffering, I passed out.
I came to lying on a cold concrete floor in a pitch-black room. I was in
agony. I'd shit myself while I was unconscious. I was covered in my own smelly
dried feces. Every inch of my body hurt. There were deep cuts in my wrists and
ankles from the handcuffs. My clit and vaginal lips were swollen to three times
their normal size. When I tried to stand, my feet were so badly bruised, they
wouldn't support my weight. I just lay there unable to move.
At some point, the door opened and the light went on. Someone dropped a
MacDonald's bag by my head. I heard Kelly's voice.
"Chicken sandwich, fries, and diet coke, Rhonda said I was to feed you. She
also insisted I give you this." I felt a blanket being dropped over me.
"Here's a futon. Rhonda said I had to keep you alive until she gets here." I
felt the soft pad being place beside me. I managed to drag myself off the cold
floor onto the futon.
"Please Kelly, you really hurt me, I need a doctor, let me go."
"Rhonda wouldn't like that. She's flying in this weekend to question you
herself. She said I could watch."
"Kelly, I'm begging you, don't do this to me. Didn't the times we spent
together mean something?"
"Yes, they meant you're a lying, deceiving cunt that deserves to die a
horrible painful death. You think what I did was painful; wait until Rhonda
finishes with you. You'll be praying for death."
"I've already prayed for death. I made a mistake. I never told the newspaper
anything about Senator Williams, you've got to believe me."
"Too late, you should have confessed before we found out you were trying to
harm the most wonderful and powerful woman who ever walked the face of the
earth. Do you have any idea what Candace means to all us. We'd die for her and
we'll kill anyone who tries to harm her. You deserve everything you're getting,
I hope it takes you a long time to die."
I managed to eat my unhappy meal. Three times a day, Kelly delivered some kind
of fast food to me. After three days, I was better but I still couldn't walk on
my feet. I thought about committing suicide. The ceiling was too high for me to
reach and there was nothing I could hang myself with. I remembered a Japanese
movie where a samurai committed hara-kiri by biting off the end of his tongue. I
clamped my teeth down on the tip and tried to bite through but I'm too much of a
coward.
I was sleeping when the light came on and Kelly and another Amazon came in
and pulled me to me feet. I screamed and fell back down when I put weight on my
feet.
"We'll have to carry her. She stinks, we need to wash her off," said Kelly.
Kelly left the room and came back with a wheel chair. I suppose when you torture
enough people, over time you acquire everything you need to make it easy on
yourself. The wheel chair had "Lahey Clinic" stenciled across the back. They
must have stolen it from a local hospital. They took me down a hall and I found
myself in a large shower room. From a window, I could tell it was daylight but
I'd lost track of the days. They turned on a shower and shoved me under the icy
water.
"Wash the shit off," said the other Amazon handing me a bar of soap.
After I was finished I was taken wet back down the hall to the same room where
Kelly had whipped me with a hose. I looked up at the overhead pipe and started
to beg her not to hit me any more.
"Please Kelly, I'm sorry. I was wrong. I fucked up. Please don't beat me
anymore," I sobbed. The thought of her repeating my beating was enough to drive
me out of my mind. I tried to fall to me knees so I could beg at her feet but
the other Amazon grabbed my hair and jerked me upright.
"Bring her over here," said another voice. I'd been so focused on the pipe and
the thought of another hose whipping I didn't see the tall woman in at the far
end of the room. Rhonda Powers was seated at a table working with a console
containing a large number of dials. The console had wires leading out the back,
over the table and to a heavy wooden chair.
They marched me over to Rhonda. When I arrived, she handed Kelly a metal
object that looked like an elongated egg. One end of the egg was connected to an
electrical wire. Rhonda handed the other Amazon a tube of some kind of jell.
"In her cunt," said Rhonda.
They kicked my legs apart then bent me over to where my hands rested on the
arms of the chair. I felt my sore pussy lips being parted and some kind of jell
squired into the opening of my vagina. I was too scared to say one word. Next I
felt the metal egg being pushed into my vagina. She pushed it in as far as it
would go then I heard Rhonda speak again.
"Here, use this to push it inside her."
I felt something I think was plastic being inserted in my vagina. When it made
contact with the egg, a hard push forced the egg all he way to my uterus.
"Now, this is for her ass."
It was more jell on my butt and another egg inserted in my rectum. The same
thing was used to force it far up in side me. When I was pulled to my feet, I
saw there were two sets of wires hanging between my legs.
"Run the wires through the hole in the bottom of the chair and sit her down."
I had seen the hole in the wooden bottom of the chair. They moved me to a
position with my back to the chair then threaded the wires through the hole in
the seat and sat me down making sure I wasn't sitting on the wires. Leather
straps were used to bind me to the chair. For each arm there was a wrist strap
to the chair arm and a heavy strap across my bicep to the chair back. My ankles
were strapped to the chair legs. A wide strap placed right under my tits bound
me to the back of the chair. The chair back was high enough that they placed a
strap across my forehead tightly restraining me to the chair back. When they
were done, I couldn't move an inch.
"Tilt her back, I need to get her feet in the water."
Someone tilted the chair back on its hind legs for a minute. When they let it
return to its prior position, my feet submerged in two shallow pans of cold
water.
"Around her head," said Rhonda handing Kelly a little metal band she placed on
my head at the temples. There was some kind of jell on the inside of the band. I
noticed wires connected the band to the control console on top of the small
desk.
"Here Kelly, put these on her nipples," said Rhonda handing Kelly a pair of
vicious looking alligator clamps. Kelly the little sadist spent a few seconds
teasing out my nipples then opened the clamp wide and let it snap shut shooting
pain into my breast. I started sobbing and begging them not to hurt me. Kelly
ignored me as she pulled my other nipple out then allowed the clamp to snap shut
again. I couldn't look down to see my nipples but I certainly knew they were
hurting.
"This is for the little man in the boat," said Rhonda handing Kelly another
wired alligator clamp.
"It used to be so happy when I sucked on it," said Kelly fondling my clit and
slowly pulling it out of my pussy lips then snapping the alligator clamp shut.
My clit was huge. It was still swollen from the beating. The clamp was
excruciating. They also attached a metal band to my little fingers and my big
toes.
"Let's check on the connections," said Rhonda.
As she flipped each dial, I felt a different part of my body evolve from a
mild tingle or buzz to real pain. Apparently, all was well because the leader
said, "all set, start the tape."
I looked over to see Kelly manning the camera.
"Arlene, remember me, I'm Rhonda Powers, President of the Amazons Motorcycle
Club. Do you know who I am?"
"We met up at the camp, I took care of the wounded."
"Yes, you did good that day. But I suppose you were just trying to gain our
confidence so you could betray us later."
"I never betrayed you. I started out that way but I never told the paper
anything. I loved Kelly and the Amazons and the Pagans. I'd never do anything to
hurt anyone in the clubs."
"In case you're wondering, you are connected to a machine invented in 1934 at
Gestapo Headquarters located on the Fredrickstrasse in Berlin. It uses
electricity to torture prisoners into revealing what they knew about enemies of
the Third Reich. On the Web, I found a translation of the training manual that
Reichfurher Rinehart Heydrich had prepared. It details its design and proper
use. From all I can determine it appears authentic. What do you think?"
"Please, I don't want to be hurt anymore."
"Unfortunately that's not your choice, Arlene."
"I admit I'm a reporter. I lied about working for an insurance company. I
decided it would help my career if I could break a major story. I heard a rumor
that Senator Williams was somehow involved with the Pagans and Amazons. I
decided to go undercover and get the story. That's all."
"And no one helped you? It was one hundred percent your idea?"
"Yes."
I saw Rhonda's hand move and my body began to vibrate. For a second or two, it
didn't feel bad but it quickly became the most unbearable pain the human body
can stand. I had never felt such pain. You feel like your spine is going to
shatter. It went on for what seemed like forever. When she was done, I knew
there was no way I could stand up to such torture. I was covered in sweat. My
rectum and cunt were screaming in agony. Rhonda, that sadistic bitch, spoke
calmly like I had just messed up on a question in school.
"Lying is bad policy. Your Harley Davidson is leased to the Manchester Union.
They wouldn't foot the bill if they weren't involved. Let's start again."
Two hours later I had given up everybody who had helped me, David, Aunt Carol,
Tater, Earl the tattoo artist, everybody. I was a babbling idiot. Parts of my
body were burned. My internal organs felt like they'd been in a microwave. My
nipples and clit felt useless. I was sitting in a puddle of my own urine. The
thing about electrical torture is how you it breaks you down mentally. I felt
stupid like I lost a good number of brain cells.
I remember reading "Charlotte Grey" in high school. I did a book report on it
that received an 'A'. It's about an English woman who goes to France during
World War II to work with the French Resistance, the Marquis. There were members
of the French Marquis who were caught by the Gestapo who resisted torture for
days. Well, my hat's off to them. I started babbling everything I knew inside of
thirty minutes or less. I would have done anything and I mean anything to stop
Rhonda and her infernal machine. I could also see one of the shortcomings of
torture as a means of extracting reliable information. If Rhonda had asked, "Did
you help Lee Harvey Oswald assassinate President Kennedy?" I would have quickly
answered, "Yes, I loaded the gun." Enough pain and you'll agree to anything.
Sometimes, she'd torture a single body part like my tits or my clit. Once I
smelled my nipples burning. The metal eggs in my vagina and asshole interacted
and the pain was so deep within my body I thought I'd go insane. Anyone who was
tortured this way for an extended period would in my opinion end up a raving
lunatic. I know I was close by the time they finished.
"She's told us everything. Take her back to her room." That was all Rhonda
said when she was finished with me.
I looked up to see that Kelly was seated on the arm of Rhonda's chair.
Rhonda's hand was stroking Kelly's thigh.
"I enjoyed watching you hurt the bitch. She's got burn marks on her nips and
clit. That thing really works," said Kelly.
"The Gestapo understood the nature of pain. As soon as you lock her up, you
and Nina come to my place and we'll play. Torture makes me horny as hell."
