PRISONER OF ISIS.
"Get the infidel back up."
The sisters lifted the naked sobbing woman back to her feet, but as she was so unsteady they bent her over so that her breasts were pressed into the cold steel surface of the desk. Yussuf gripped her wrists firmly, looked into her eyes and demanded "Laptop password."
This time , "Fuck you." was the defiant answer.
"Eight more, Fatima."
The woman surveyed her target, which already sported ten angry welts, each one raw, swollen and proud of the surface. She could not understand what was going on here, but this was a well paid job, so she gritted her teeth and set to work. When the eight lashes had been delivered, she knew, as a doctor, that any further punishment could result in permanent damage, which would exceed their remit. Eighteen raw angry welts now covered the whole of Moore`s small buttocks ,from the cleft at the top to four inches down her thighs.
Still Barb refused to give up the password, although she was nearing the end of her tether, That short length of rubber hose looked innocuous, but it could certainly cause pain, having almost as keen a bite as the cane, together with some of the weight of the strap.
Fatima indicated to Yussuf in Arabic that the limit had been reached.
"Obstinate, Captain Moore, very obstinate. We must try a different method. Secure her to the chair."
Barb was in agony, soaked in sweat and exhausted, so securing her to the heavy oak chair proved an easy task, although she tried to struggle when her ravaged ass had to take her weight. Her wrists and ankles were secured to the arms and legs respectively and she lolled there, her head slumped on her chest.
Fatima applied smelling salts under her nose causing Barb to shake her head and buck violently.
The interrogators had a brief conference in Arabic so that their victim was unable to comprehend. The sisters were adamant that Moore was in no state to undergo more brutality and that she was mentally and physically exhausted, in their considered medical opinion she must rest for at least an hour before they could proceed further. Yussuf was unhappy, making the point that time was running out and that their employers would be extremely upset if they had to refund two thirds of Moore`s fee. Fatima pointed out that they would be even more upset if Moore incurred serious lasting damage and they ended up in court.
Eventually, they agreed to compromise, Moore would be allowed to rest but Selima would try to apply a little psychological pressure while she rested.
"Why are you so reluctant to give my colleagues what they need , Captain Moore, you know they will get it from you in the end." Selima was gently stroking Barb`s wet cheeks and allowed her hands to slide down the neck and to the soft bare chest until she was able to cup the shapely breasts and gently caress the erect nipples. Selima thought Moore really was a beauty, and strapped naked in the chair only her tear stained face and the single livid welt across the top of her thighs marred that perfection, the devastation wrought on her buttocks was not obviously visible.
As a psychiatrist, Selima would love to analyse Moore, how could a woman of such beauty and intelligence obtain sexual pleasure from being humiliated and so severely hurt? What was it in her past that had shaped her psyche? That was for another day, currently they needed that password, and quickly.
Selima`s hands travelled down the smooth flat stomach until they reached Barb`s smooth shaven pubic mound, her fingers gently parting the wet labia and seeking out the clitoris which had already escaped from its hood and was standing erect.
"You know that if you don`t give us the password, we will be using the magneto next, can you imagine the agony you will feel when the electrodes are attached to this little nubbin and those pretty nipples? Why suffer all that pain for nothing?" At the same time Selima`s fingers finally brought Barb to a shuddering orgasm.
Strangely, these tactics backfired, only serving to stiffen Barb`s resolve, she had almost succumbed to the beating, but now she told herself that she knew in advance that she would be the victim of electro torture and she was even more determined to hold on for as long as she could.
"We`ve waited long enough, lets get her wired up." said Yussuf, and he and Fatima attached the crocodile clip electrodes to Barb`s wet puffy labia and erect nipples which produced sharp intakes of breath but not the violent reaction Yussuf expected.
This apparatus was genuine, it was made to the same specification as similar models supplied to security forces around the world, but Premier had the foresight to have its power and conductivity regulated, so that it was capable of causing pain without the intendant danger of causing serious injury.
The three interrogators each had their specific roles, Yussuf asked the questions, Selima turned the crank and Fatima carefully monitored the prisoner`s medical condition.
So, the interrogation began again.
"The password."
"Captain Barbara Moore, US Army."
A two second shot at level one but only brief signs of distress.
This pattern continued over the forty five minutes, each time the same question, each time the same answer, each time the length and strength of the shocks increased as did Barb`s distressed cries and frantic contortions, despite the agony in her buttocks as bounced on the chair`s hard seat.
Barb was determined not to give in and she was deriving strength from her own resistance and from the sexual stimulation.
Eventually, Fatima called a halt. Barb thought is it over? Have I won? She was to be disappointed, the electrodes were removed from her nipples and labia, which in itself caused a great deal of pain, but her ankles were untied, lifted up so that they rested on her wrists and then retied.
This had the effect of spreading her gaping pussy but exposing the tender flesh of her inner thighs.
Fatima stood to the left of the chair and took out her length of rubber hose. Barbara`s blood froze, surely she`s not going to use it on my pussy.
Fatima raised her arm and lashed Barb`s left inner thigh three times in quick succession producing blood curdling screams and violent attempts to break free. She walked round to the right of the chair and repeated the process on the right inner thigh with similar effect. When she returned to the left side again and raised her arm. Barb screamed "Masochist 1, MASOCHIST 1, for God`s sake."
Yussuf typed the password into the laptop and the screen displayed "BINGO, correct answer but too late, time out."
TBC.
