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ANN'S AFFLICTIONS!
Part 5.
I played the clip sent to me. It was a compilation of 3 short scenes of some seconds each. It began with the words "SAMPLE. INTERNATIONAL COPYRIGHT. DO NOT REPOST. " An image of my Mom's arrest sheet, the same on I'd seen that Dr Shangwal had accessed, followed. My heart thumped and my feelings of guilt, fear, and shame mixed with building arousal all came back.
The first was Mom in the police station. She was clothed, in the same attire she'd been arrested in, standing handcuffed behind her back before the desk of the presiding officer. He was asking her questions in good but accented English. Two other officers, the ones who arrested us, stood each side of her. The person filming seemed to be female, I heard her voice saying "Answer the questions!" in a strict tone.
She was asked why she was taking these pictures of the police and their equipment. He had her camera on his desk. "No strange reason, Sir! Just holiday snaps and things for my studies!"
"Really!?" he was unconvinced. He nodded to the men flanking her.
"OHH! OOOHHH!" She exclaimed loudly as they took hold of her and tore open her dress. The buttons popped and exposed her lacy bra, which they tore open, leaving her bare breasts on show. They pointed out a few red patches on her skin, then grabbed her boobs, mauling them and rubbing their thumbs over her nipples.
"Love bites on your neck and chest? Seducing our young men folk, you British Jezebel?" he snarled.
"No! I... have some insect bite hives! I love your country! Everything about it! I want to help!"
"I am sure you do!" he said. "Commit her!"
She was marched out of the room with her boobs exposed.
This must have happened while I was escorted to the hotel to get her things she'd need. It wasn't hard to guess that.
The second clip was some of the scene I had seen part of from the barred window. I nowadays think of it as "The Bum Swabbing Scene!" I still even now shudder with horror and disgust yet masochistic arousal to recall it. This clip was of course closer and clearer, to mine and Mom's eternal shame. She stood there nude, vulnerable among the three officers, as the tallest one's hands roved over her body, and her hands, now cuffed in front of her, tried to cover her modesty. They even zoomed in on her anus twitching as he rubbed it with the cotton swab. There was more than one reason for zooming in. I realised they had noticed a finger of hers had slipped inside her vulva. It could be seen from her rear. "Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!" She breathed as he did the invasive and humiliating thing I had seen a moment of. The officer watching barked at her to keep still. He remarked she had a mark on her bottom too. Was it a love bite there too, he wanted to know!
The third clip revealed to me, on this fateful day I saw it, that at least some of my fears were well founded. The scene I'd dreamed about in booze fuelled delirium was not, after all, my imagination. She was stark naked, hung by her wrists and on tiptoes. Again, this was much clearer of course. There was a rack of batons, whips and canes and implements of several kinds. Her interrogator held up a short baton with a metal end. He let it crackle into life near her chest. She shuddered.
"You know what this is, don't you Ann, my sweet innocent mature project maker, here to study! What is it?"
"Picana, Sir. It's... used for human torture."
"And why is that? Tell me why!"
"It leaves less marks but gives... more pain, Sir."
"Exactly. There will be no evidence to speak of upon you by the time you are sent home. If ever. The sooner you talk and tell us what we want to know, the easier your life will be and you can be released."
He went on, "Tell me where you think we are going to apply this device on your body."
She hesitated, and the guard behind her snarled. She jerked in shock as the bullwhip was lashed viciously across her bare pale buttocks with a resounding reptilian hiss and crack.
"OOOOOUUUUAAAAAARRGH!"
She screamed out, her mouth open and eyes wide.
"Tell me where you think it's going to be used on you!"
She replied, and was asked "Where else?" after each part of her.
"Breasts, Sir."
"Back, Sir."
"Legs, Sir."
"Feet, Sir."
"Bottom, Sir."
"Vagina, Sir."
She was right about all of them! Short flashing clips followed of her being alternately whipped, and tortured with the device, in all of those places. Her passionate screams and pleading echoed around the station.
"NOOOO!" "AAAARRRGH, PLEASE NOOO!" "OOOHOOO NOOOOO!"
The clip concluded with "Part 2, at the Base, Now also available. See Ann's torments intensify!"
I sent a text in reply, asking who it was. There was no reply that day.
I don't know how I kept up the facade when Mom came in, all chirpy and full of jokes about her day. I think I can sometimes run on auto pilot. I had shut down emotionally, I was numb. It was true, certainly what I'd dreamed, and was much worse in harsh clear sharp focus.
She brought up Dr Shangwal. I cringed and shivered. It almost broke my pretence.
She said she had some homework again, and she'd better get on with it after dinner. She went to her room early. I went to bed.
Yes I played the clip again, with my headset. Couldn't stop myself coming now I was alone. I came several times. How could she keep such awful secrets from me? Was she deeper and more complex than I'd ever fully guessed? I fell back exhausted and dozed.
Suddenly something came to my mind. The clip had said "Do not repost."
Posts were things that happened on the internet. Was this where the clip was from?!
I had to find out. Somehow I had to. I began to go though all the ways I could possibly get to know what had really gone on with her during this fateful Turkish holiday...
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