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This is a story I have written inspired by an idea by Windar's thread below. Reading this might give you better understanding of the background to the story.

http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/swimmers-in-hot-water.5611/

I like to write stories where the torture is maybe justified or has a reason to it so I thought I could do something with this. I'll obviously have to split the profits with Windar when I get my movie deal but I'm ok with that.

With this one I found there was no way around the fact that it was going to take a while to set the scene. So to reduce this I skipped a lot of detail or describing characters that were not critical to the plot. But I did feel some intro was needed and help immerse people in the story. Also I used a fiction country so as not to offend anyone as that is not my intention.

Enjoy.
 
The Olympics were in full swing all the hotels were full; there ware a thousand parties every night. But more importantly the Central American nation of Bongarda was on every news channel the world over. The country had borrowed heavily to build stadiums and pay for hosting the event but it looked like it was paying off. Five major hotel chains voiced plans to build hotel’s there and the after years of economic problems things were looking up for the small country.

There was an excitement in the air not just from the drunken tourist ploughing money into the bars but from every Bongardan citizen. The future never looked brighter. Street parties peacefully went on into the early hours with people from all corners of the world enjoying each other’s company. Latin American’s were famous for their celebrations and this was the continents biggest party.

The events were playing out as planned with no major issues. Despite the media predicting one serious incident after another, nothing went wrong.

It was a Tuesday and the last guests were leaving the large indoor pool complex. The swimming events had finished for the day but some hung around to take pictures. All the athletes were heading back to their accommodation to call loved ones, give interviews or just plain get some sleep. But for Laura it was a special night. She had been awarded gold in the 400 meter freestyle, she had worked so hard for it and still could not believe she had one it. Despite three of her better competitors being disqualified due to false starts and one two drugs she still said she’d won with a straight face.

Laura had shoulder length blond hair with large blue eyes. She was 5’6 with an athletic swimmers body. She liked how her curves made sure there were plenty of pictures taken of her although publicly she would never admit that. She had grown up with money and no expense was spared with her training. She knew some people found her attitude snobby or never condescending but didn’t care.

She had become friends with some other female swimmers although they tried to avoid Laura. They did not like her spoiled nature or how she looked down on the host country. But as they were the only women who spoke English in their section they let that slide and socialised with her.

After spending half an hour calling home from her room Laura walked out into the shared lounge area. Sat around a table playing card were Hannah, Claire and Gemma. Laura walked up to them “Hey guys any of you want to go out and party? Apparently some of the nightclubs are pretty good so I suppose that means this country is good for something”

Gemma responded “I’m not sure it’s been a long day”

Not wanting to take no for an answer Laura said “O come on you have flown around the world and the biggest party on Earth is happening a few miles away and you’re just going to stay home?

Hannah put her cards down and leaned back into her chair “You know what, I will come. What’s the worst that will happen?”

Smiling Laura said “Great what about you two? Hey if you get tired just catch a cab home”

The other two nodded.

Laura said “So we’re all going then. I’m going to take my medal to flash it and see how many free drinks I can get. I might even flash something else if the guys are hot enough. We’ll have to find a bar where there aren’t too many locals because those people don’t look like they shower, like ever”

The four women got ready wearing clothes they had brought with them. Nearly an hour past until they were all made up and ready for the cab. Laura wore a short skirt with a tight top showing off her toned stomach. She had her medal in her hand bag as she said she would and topped her outfit off with a pair of black louboutin shoes.

In the taxi with the other three she said to the taxi driver “Take us somewhere good. Were Olympians and we don’t want to go where there are too many local people”

Hannah shook her head “You can’t keep putting the locals down it’s not right now you talk about them”

Without much care or acknowledging she had offended Hannah and everyone else Laura said “O relax they don’t mind. There just grateful we have come here. I suppose serving us drinks is better than farming dirt or whatever it is these people do?”

Hannah gave up knowing she wasn’t going to get through to her. The other girls didn’t bother saying anything either. They all sat quietly as the driver took them through the streets. None of them wanted to talk to Laura.

At the club Hannah, Claire and Gemma at the bar with a drink each while Laura went to the dance floor. True to her word she flashed her medal to get free drinks. But the three girls were all more repulsed by her flashing her breasts to get drinks. When they saw her remove her underwear and give it to a guy in exchange for a vodka they gave up on her.

About 02:00 AM Hannah, Claire and Gemma wanted to go home. They offered Laura a ride but Laura insisted the party was not over yet.

Sick of her attitude they left the club and returned to the Olympic village. Laura arrived much later.

The next day 11:23 AM

Hannah, Claire and Gemma woke up around 08:00 and made breakfast for themselves. They knew Laura made it home but reckoned she had one hell of a hangover so left her to recover. They were all sitting on the sofa watching a film when Laura emerged. She was still wearing smeared makeup from last night and her hair was all over the place.

Claire said with some concern “Are you ok Laura?”

Laura nodded “Yeah I just need a shower”

She walked swaying a little to the bathroom and washed off the previous night. A time later she walked out looking better with a towel rapped around her. With a little more coordination she walked back to her room.

Ten minutes late she came back out dress in a pair of blue jeans and white top. She then gasped and proclaimed “I was robbed!”

The others turned around “What was that Laura?”

“I was robbed. Last night one of those locals stole my bag with my medal”

Hannah said “Are you sure, you were pretty drunk”

Laura shook her head “Na I was pretty sober but I was robbed. I’m going to tell the media crew outside”

She walked out stomping her feet as she went. The other three were not at all convinced and decided they would not get involved.

30 minutes later Hannah’s phone rang, Hannah answered “Hi Mom”

“O hello Hannah I thought I would just give you a call to see if you are alright. I heard on the news your friend Laura Manning was robbed at gun point”

Hannah was shocked “What! Who told you that?”

“It’s all over the news dear”

“It’s ok Mom I’m fine but I’ll have to call you back”

Hannah hung up and changed the TV to a news channel and there was Laura explaining how as she left the club she was robbed by two local men with a gun. After Laura the focus moved to a man in a police uniform who spoke in front of several microphones. “I’m sorry to hear about Laura manning’s ordeal but we cannot act until she reports the crime to us. I not sure why she has not done so already”

The three girls had an uneasy feeling about this and all agreed to stay out of it. Meanwhile Laura went to the police station to report the crime. The station had polished stone floors with wood clad walls, dotted across the ceiling were fans turning slowly.

Stat at a desk she told an officer how she left the club relatively sober then walked to a taxi pickup zone and on her way two men, who were locals pointed a gun at her then stole her bag to get the medal.

After giving her statement the officer assured her it was the stations top priority. Now feeling hungry she went to a local coffee shop to get coffee and some food. Wearing large sun glasses to hide her face she sat sipping her coffee finding her attentions drawn to the TV screen. For the fifth time she saw the video of herself talking to reporters and thought This is going to make me famous.

The next story described how all the planes leaving Bongarda were booked as people were leaving the country for fear of being robbed. The news anchor went on to talk about how parties were cancelled and the country will lose money as a result of the “Medal theft” as they were calling it.

Laura didn’t care about that last part she just thought about how hot she looked talking to the reporter. As she finished her coffee her phone rang. Thinking it could be a reporter she put on her best voice.

“Hi this is Laura”

“Hello Laura I’m detective Targa and I am in change of your case. We have some new information so would you mind coming back to the station?”

“No I can be there in 10 minutes” She said before hanging up.

Soon after as Laura walked through the door of the station and was greeted by an officer. The man put out his hand “Hello Laura I’m Detective Targa could you come this way please. I would rather discuss this privately”

The detective was about 30 years old with black hair and medium build. He was wearing a navy blue shirt rolled up to the elbows and smart pants. He took Laura over to a door then escorted her though. They walked down a long corridor to what appeared to be a quieter end of the building. They past a few other officers that looked at Laura strangely but she was still preoccupied with how her interview with the press went.

Then Laura was shown though another door and down some stairs. She felt apprehensive but went anyway. It felt like she had dropped three stories before they went through a locked Iron bar gate and were stood before a door.

Detective Targa used a key to open the lock on the door then turned around. “Now then Laura is there anything you would like to change in your witness statement?”

She shook her head “No I was robbed by locals!” she proclaimed.

Targa nodded in acceptance “That’s ok, just checking”
 
The Olympics were in full swing all the hotels were full; there ware a thousand parties every night. But more importantly the Central American nation of Bongarda was on every news channel the world over. The country had borrowed heavily to build stadiums and pay for hosting the event but it looked like it was paying off. Five major hotel chains voiced plans to build hotel’s there and the after years of economic problems things were looking up for the small country.

There was an excitement in the air not just from the drunken tourist ploughing money into the bars but from every Bongardan citizen. The future never looked brighter. Street parties peacefully went on into the early hours with people from all corners of the world enjoying each other’s company. Latin American’s were famous for their celebrations and this was the continents biggest party.

The events were playing out as planned with no major issues. Despite the media predicting one serious incident after another, nothing went wrong.

It was a Tuesday and the last guests were leaving the large indoor pool complex. The swimming events had finished for the day but some hung around to take pictures. All the athletes were heading back to their accommodation to call loved ones, give interviews or just plain get some sleep. But for Laura it was a special night. She had been awarded gold in the 400 meter freestyle, she had worked so hard for it and still could not believe she had one it. Despite three of her better competitors being disqualified due to false starts and one two drugs she still said she’d won with a straight face.

Laura had shoulder length blond hair with large blue eyes. She was 5’6 with an athletic swimmers body. She liked how her curves made sure there were plenty of pictures taken of her although publicly she would never admit that. She had grown up with money and no expense was spared with her training. She knew some people found her attitude snobby or never condescending but didn’t care.

She had become friends with some other female swimmers although they tried to avoid Laura. They did not like her spoiled nature or how she looked down on the host country. But as they were the only women who spoke English in their section they let that slide and socialised with her.

After spending half an hour calling home from her room Laura walked out into the shared lounge area. Sat around a table playing card were Hannah, Claire and Gemma. Laura walked up to them “Hey guys any of you want to go out and party? Apparently some of the nightclubs are pretty good so I suppose that means this country is good for something”

Gemma responded “I’m not sure it’s been a long day”

Not wanting to take no for an answer Laura said “O come on you have flown around the world and the biggest party on Earth is happening a few miles away and you’re just going to stay home?

Hannah put her cards down and leaned back into her chair “You know what, I will come. What’s the worst that will happen?”

Smiling Laura said “Great what about you two? Hey if you get tired just catch a cab home”

The other two nodded.

Laura said “So we’re all going then. I’m going to take my medal to flash it and see how many free drinks I can get. I might even flash something else if the guys are hot enough. We’ll have to find a bar where there aren’t too many locals because those people don’t look like they shower, like ever”

The four women got ready wearing clothes they had brought with them. Nearly an hour past until they were all made up and ready for the cab. Laura wore a short skirt with a tight top showing off her toned stomach. She had her medal in her hand bag as she said she would and topped her outfit off with a pair of black louboutin shoes.

In the taxi with the other three she said to the taxi driver “Take us somewhere good. Were Olympians and we don’t want to go where there are too many local people”

Hannah shook her head “You can’t keep putting the locals down it’s not right now you talk about them”

Without much care or acknowledging she had offended Hannah and everyone else Laura said “O relax they don’t mind. There just grateful we have come here. I suppose serving us drinks is better than farming dirt or whatever it is these people do?”

Hannah gave up knowing she wasn’t going to get through to her. The other girls didn’t bother saying anything either. They all sat quietly as the driver took them through the streets. None of them wanted to talk to Laura.

At the club Hannah, Claire and Gemma at the bar with a drink each while Laura went to the dance floor. True to her word she flashed her medal to get free drinks. But the three girls were all more repulsed by her flashing her breasts to get drinks. When they saw her remove her underwear and give it to a guy in exchange for a vodka they gave up on her.

About 02:00 AM Hannah, Claire and Gemma wanted to go home. They offered Laura a ride but Laura insisted the party was not over yet.

Sick of her attitude they left the club and returned to the Olympic village. Laura arrived much later.

The next day 11:23 AM

Hannah, Claire and Gemma woke up around 08:00 and made breakfast for themselves. They knew Laura made it home but reckoned she had one hell of a hangover so left her to recover. They were all sitting on the sofa watching a film when Laura emerged. She was still wearing smeared makeup from last night and her hair was all over the place.

Claire said with some concern “Are you ok Laura?”

Laura nodded “Yeah I just need a shower”

She walked swaying a little to the bathroom and washed off the previous night. A time later she walked out looking better with a towel rapped around her. With a little more coordination she walked back to her room.

Ten minutes late she came back out dress in a pair of blue jeans and white top. She then gasped and proclaimed “I was robbed!”

The others turned around “What was that Laura?”

“I was robbed. Last night one of those locals stole my bag with my medal”

Hannah said “Are you sure, you were pretty drunk”

Laura shook her head “Na I was pretty sober but I was robbed. I’m going to tell the media crew outside”

She walked out stomping her feet as she went. The other three were not at all convinced and decided they would not get involved.

30 minutes later Hannah’s phone rang, Hannah answered “Hi Mom”

“O hello Hannah I thought I would just give you a call to see if you are alright. I heard on the news your friend Laura Manning was robbed at gun point”

Hannah was shocked “What! Who told you that?”

“It’s all over the news dear”

“It’s ok Mom I’m fine but I’ll have to call you back”

Hannah hung up and changed the TV to a news channel and there was Laura explaining how as she left the club she was robbed by two local men with a gun. After Laura the focus moved to a man in a police uniform who spoke in front of several microphones. “I’m sorry to hear about Laura manning’s ordeal but we cannot act until she reports the crime to us. I not sure why she has not done so already”

The three girls had an uneasy feeling about this and all agreed to stay out of it. Meanwhile Laura went to the police station to report the crime. The station had polished stone floors with wood clad walls, dotted across the ceiling were fans turning slowly.

Stat at a desk she told an officer how she left the club relatively sober then walked to a taxi pickup zone and on her way two men, who were locals pointed a gun at her then stole her bag to get the medal.

After giving her statement the officer assured her it was the stations top priority. Now feeling hungry she went to a local coffee shop to get coffee and some food. Wearing large sun glasses to hide her face she sat sipping her coffee finding her attentions drawn to the TV screen. For the fifth time she saw the video of herself talking to reporters and thought This is going to make me famous.

The next story described how all the planes leaving Bongarda were booked as people were leaving the country for fear of being robbed. The news anchor went on to talk about how parties were cancelled and the country will lose money as a result of the “Medal theft” as they were calling it.

Laura didn’t care about that last part she just thought about how hot she looked talking to the reporter. As she finished her coffee her phone rang. Thinking it could be a reporter she put on her best voice.

“Hi this is Laura”

“Hello Laura I’m detective Targa and I am in change of your case. We have some new information so would you mind coming back to the station?”

“No I can be there in 10 minutes” She said before hanging up.

Soon after as Laura walked through the door of the station and was greeted by an officer. The man put out his hand “Hello Laura I’m Detective Targa could you come this way please. I would rather discuss this privately”

The detective was about 30 years old with black hair and medium build. He was wearing a navy blue shirt rolled up to the elbows and smart pants. He took Laura over to a door then escorted her though. They walked down a long corridor to what appeared to be a quieter end of the building. They past a few other officers that looked at Laura strangely but she was still preoccupied with how her interview with the press went.

Then Laura was shown though another door and down some stairs. She felt apprehensive but went anyway. It felt like she had dropped three stories before they went through a locked Iron bar gate and were stood before a door.

Detective Targa used a key to open the lock on the door then turned around. “Now then Laura is there anything you would like to change in your witness statement?”

She shook her head “No I was robbed by locals!” she proclaimed.

Targa nodded in acceptance “That’s ok, just checking”
This is very well written and off to a nice start. I think I can imagine already where this is headed for Laura, but will be interested to see what develops.
 
This is very well written and off to a nice start. I think I can imagine already where this is headed for Laura, but will be interested to see what develops.
I'm sure the police will just give her a stern talking too. No mistreatment nothing to see here, move along now. O and if you hear any screams on your way out I'm watching a horror movie, you know the one will lots of screaming in it. Certainly no human rights violations or anything like that.
 
He then opened the door and led her in. She was too busy trying to make out the room to care he was holding her by the hips guiding her into the dark room. He closed the door behind them sending a shock down Laura’s body from the thud it made as it closed.

She instinctively covered her chest with her arms in fear and turn and asked “What is this place?”

Targa did not answer but instead flipped the light switch. A light came on above them to reveal the room. It had a high ceiling with iron girders running across it. The walls were old brick and the ground was concrete. Laura looked around with her mouth open in shock at what she saw. There was a chair covered in leather straps and a bare metal bed frame next to some equipment with electric cables coming out of it. In the middle there were two pillars about three meters apart with hooks and some chains on them.

“What is this place what are you going to do to me” She said with wide blue eyes filled with fear.

“Now Laura you should not be sacred of this room. This room is a place of truth, honesty so it is a good place”

“No it’s a torture chamber you can’t do this to me!” She turned around looking at the items in the room in a shear panic. She could feel her heart beating so hard it was like it could explode.

“What? You can’t bring innocent people to a place like this” She proclaimed.

Targa walked up to her holding her shoulders firmly “I completely agree innocent people should never be brought to a place like this. A woman like yourself will be tortured very painfully, she will scream as she suffers. An innocent person should never be made to suffer like that”

He grabbed her by her arm and pulled her over to the bare steel bed. “No, No!” She cried out as he pulled her. Here feet scrapped along the floor as she was pulled. He was much stronger than her and was going to win this tug of war.

Targa dragged her to the bed which she knew was something she did not want to be tied to. He pulled her harder then forced her onto the bed. First he restrained her left wrist to the bed using a leather strap attached to a chain. Next he did her right arm while sitting on top of her watching her panic. Sitting on her as she squirmed he turned to her legs. Next he secured her legs so she way lying on the bed face up. She could feel the wires that formed the base of the bed pushing into her back.

Laura pulled on the restraints but the straps gripped her tight so it was futile. She breathed deeply for a few seconds as it all sunk in. One minute all was fine now she was tied to a bed to be tortured. She didn’t want to accept it but she had seen this in horror movies and knew what was to be done to her.

She turned her head to the side watching Targa walk over the concrete floor to a table at the other end. The room was so quiet all she could hear was his footsteps and her heart beat. He then turned around and began walking calmly over to her with some scissors in his hand. Fear paralysed her body as she could only guess what those scissors were for.

She realised that she was now alone, deep underground, in a country with a record for torture and he could do anything he wanted to her. Her stomach was in knots with anxiety. She shook her head as he walked close.

“I’m not a criminal. I haven’t done anything there is a mistake. Why am I here?”

Targa sat down on the side on the bed next to her. Looking into her eye he held the scissors in his left hand and stroked her head softly with his right. He moved the stray hairs from her face and continued to stroke her.

“It’s ok Laura I’m here to help you tell the truth. You are an honest person aren’t you?”

“Yes!” She shouted “I am honest I am”

While wearing a small smile he replied “Well that’s good so you won’t be here long”

He then took the scissors down to her ankles. She raised her head to see what he was doing as he began cutting her jeans. Starting at the ankle he started to cut upwards. With each movement of the scissors more of her jean fell away revealing her legs underneath. She just watched part confused, part terrified. Closing her eyes she could hear the fabric being cut and his hand running along her leg.

Once he had cut up one leg he did the other one right to the top. Then he gripped the fabric and pulled her jeans clean off her leaving just a woman in a shirt and underwear. She gasped “What the, what are you doing? You can’t do this to me”

“Can’t I? Does it look like anyone is going to stop me?”

He then cut away her top and pulled that off as well before putting his hands behind her head to unclip her bra. Carefully he removed it but was forced to cut the shoulder straps. With her breasts exposed she felt even more vulnerable. Her clothing was like a shield he was slowly cutting away to toy with her. Targa then Ran his right hand down between her breasts, down her stomach and onto her thighs.

“They say female swimmers have the smoothest bodies, I can see they were right. But it’s a shame about how they lie”

“What! I don’t lie and you can’t touch me”

Next he cut away her underwear to reveal her vagina and have her totally exposed. She looked down her naked body fearing what he was about to do next. He next stroked her labia with his fingers very softly.

“Sorry I couldn’t resist. But you are so very smooth. Or maybe slippery is the right word”

“Stop it you can’t touch me!” She proclaimed as she felt his fingers.

He suddenly pushed between her labia and gripped her clitoral hood between his thumb and forefinger. He gripped it tight then Laura screamed out as he twisted it hard. He twisted it left then right vigorously wanting to cause pain. Then after nearly a minute he stopped looking back at Laura to see a tear in her eye roll down her cheek.

“Now girl I can do whatever I want to you and you need to understand that. Also listen because this is going to get serious”

He stood up and went to a table next to the bed with hand a small machine on it with an on/off switch and some dials. He picked up the two cables that were coming from it, one was black and the other red. The black one had a shiny steel tube at the end that was about two inches wide and six inches long. The other one was a length of plastic with a metal ball at the end.

He stood in front of her so she could see these two implements. “Now girl do you wish to change your statement?”

Despite the panic she said “No I not a liar”

“Very well then I will proceed”

He leaned down as her breathing quickened. She was frozen apart from the shacking in her limbs. He reached down between her legs with the steel tube and pressed it against her labia. With one hand he parted the lips like delicate petals of a flower as she stared down at him with her wide blue eyes. She gasped as she felt the cold metal of the metal touch her inner folds of skin. She looked straight up as she felt the tube being pushed into her. Looking at the ceiling she could see marks where moisture had seeped down. How many people had suffered in this room she thought to herself.

Laura could track it as she sensed it move deeper into her. She felt so violated by this as it went all the way in. She could feel the shape of the device, its smooth surfaces insider her. She wished she could expel the unwelcomed object but it was to stay inside her.

“There that slid in nicely don’t you think Laura?”

“You’re a monster why are you doing this to me?” She shouted as she cried from utter desperation.

“To help find the truth, in you is an honest woman and I’m going to help bring her out”

He stood up and flicked a switch on the device on the table. As he did a dial jumped up to about half way. The device gave off an electrical hum as he picked up the end with the plastic handle and to metal bulb on the end.

Her eyes focus on the dial, she knew what this was, she knew he was going to shock her. Tears came from her as she sobbed knowing what pain would follow. Targa picked up a large plastic bottle of water then emptied it on her all up and down her body. As water fell on her she moved her face side to side like she was trying to repel the water. “What’s the matter Laura I fought you swimmers liked water?”

Now fully wet she looked at him as he thru the empty water bottle across the room. Her gaze now focused on the metal bulb in his hand as he moved it closer to her. “Don’t please!” She said as he moved his hand closer to her.

“Please no. Don’t torture me please no” She quivered, trembled with the anticipation. Her eyes were wide as satellite dishes as he moved the metal contact slowly towards her. Targa suspended it a few centimeters above her sink and looked back at her. She was taking deep breaths, consumed by fear. She even tried to push herself down into the bed more but that was pointless.

Targa looked at her saying calmly “Shall we begin?”
 
Well, I have to say, if you are an Olympic swimmer bent on misbehaving, you should hope the Olympics are in Brazil or Tilapia, rather than in Bongarda. In Brazil, you can make a donation to a children's sports club and all is forgiven . In Tilapia, they will make you watch yourself on CNN 24/7 and you won't even get to meet Anderson Cooper and they will threaten to cane you, but it may all work out in the end. But in Bongarda, bad things appear quite likely to happen.
 
“I completely agree innocent people should never be brought to a place like this. A woman like yourself will be tortured very painfully, she will scream as she suffers. An innocent person should never be made to suffer like that”
a brilliant line, and there are lots of others, you've created a sadist with a wickedly twisted wit! :devil:
 
He moved it to just over her stomach and touched it to her just above her naval. The second it touched her head was propelled back by her spasming muscles as electricity ran through her. She felt intense pain running through her stomach right to the metal tube inside her. It was like a cruel combination of sharpness and heat.

After about 10 seconds he lifted the metal contact leaving her gasping for air. She took a few breaths “You can’t do this to me you can’t!”

His eyes drew to her breasts then his hand followed with the contact.

“URRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR”

She called out with a monotone scream as she felt the current burning right thru her right nipple. The current went down her front to the metal tube again passing through her most sensitive area.

He let her feel it a little longer before pulling back. He gave her a few seconds to collect air then sensing another objection coming her touched the contact to her other nipple.

Her whole body shook as current passed through her. In her mind she could not think, she just felt the sharp pain take over her body. Her nipple felt like it was burning as did the inside of her vagina. It was like someone hand managed to push a hot needle onto the spot the current pass through on her vaginal wall. And while doing that the person was holding a lit lighter to her nipple.

After about 15 seconds he released the contact so she could gasp for air. Being shocked meant she could not breathe so he knew to allow breaks. Her look changed from objection to fear. Her lips trembled as she was about to speak but before she could he quickly moved the contact to her right foot.

He touched the contact to the sole of her foot sending current up her right leg.

“ARRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!”

With the current going across her leg she could manage a scream until the air in her lungs ran out. He held the contact on her foot for about 20 seconds knowing this part of the body could take it for longer. As before she took a few breaths and looked down at her leg. It ached from the shock and by now she was starting to feel sore inside her vagina as that place took a shock each time. She saw the contact being moved to her other foot so accepting it was going to happen she leaned her head back, closing her eyes.

Her eyes opened, her mouth widened “AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!”

Her scream echoed in the small room until her lungs were empty. The pain was cruel and unbearable as she looked at the ceiling feeling the electricity run though her she just wanted to cry but couldn’t. Being electrocuted held her body still so she could focus totally and completely on the pain.

After 20 seconds of pain Targa removed the contact leaving her gasping and wiggling on pain.

“Please officer, please stop” She begged though her tears.

Targa shook his head then applied the contact to her inner thigh. Screams resumed as she felt the pain searing thought her.

When Targa pulled the contact away “I bet your pussy if feeling the heat now isn’t it”

Her vision was blurred from the tears, all she could manage was a nod.

“Well liars have to suffer because when you lie other people can get hurt. When you lie about a country then people in that country suffer which is why you must suffer”

She thought about what he had said. Laura wanted to insist she was not a liar but thought back to the night and could not remember what had happened. She just lay there watching him as he turned off the machine. Finally the end of it she thought. She was wrong.
 
If your going to be cruel be good at it. No reason you cant be a good with works and devices of torture?
'good with words'? Yes, using the tools is one thing, torturing with words is another, that's what I was praising :devil:
 
ou can’t bring innocent people to a place like this” ... “I completely agree innocent people should never be brought to a place like this. A woman like yourself will be tortured very painfully, she will scream as she suffers. An innocent person should never be made to suffer like that”

a brilliant line, and there are lots of others, you've created a sadist with a wickedly twisted wit! :devil:
I really liked that line too... ;)
While wearing a small smile he replied “Well that’s good so you won’t be here long”
Oh she'll be there a loooooong time ;)
Looking at the ceiling she could see marks where moisture had seeped down. How many people had suffered in this room she thought to herself.
Those thoughts often come to me also in such situations... and where are they now... and where will I be when the next one is asking the same question of herself ;)
nothing but fading memories in the dark mind of the torturer... hard to keep them apart really... each of us, we think we're special and different... for each of us coming here it's a first time, (a last time, too?) an all-erasing experience ... for him... one among many ...

Undressing with scissors or blades is always nice...

I confess I have absolutely no idea about electrotorture. Running current from a contact on her left nipple all through her body to the tube stuck up inside her is not risky?
 
I really liked that line too... ;)

I confess I have absolutely no idea about electrotorture. Running current from a contact on her left nipple all through her body to the tube stuck up inside her is not risky?
It would be risky but in this story he does not really care if she dies or not. As she was covered in water hopefully the current would flow down her skin. I would certainly avoid the chest if using electricity on a woman and instead apply it below the waist.

I had the idea of inserting a dildo into a girl which was insulated except for the tip of it. Then applying another contact to her clit and running current from her G-spot to her clit. That would target the more sensitive areas and would be safer, plus I'm sure there would be some good screams. Now I just need a girl to try it on.......

Thanks for your comment.
 
It would be risky but in this story he does not really care if she dies or not. As she was covered in water hopefully the current would flow down her skin. I would certainly avoid the chest if using electricity on a woman and instead apply it below the waist.

I had the idea of inserting a dildo into a girl which was insulated except for the tip of it. Then applying another contact to her clit and running current from her G-spot to her clit. That would target the more sensitive areas and would be safer, plus I'm sure there would be some good screams. Now I just need a girl to try it on.......

Thanks for your comment.
Diabolical!!!
 
Yes - I've no authority or expertise, but others have advised on CF
that running a current through the heart region is likely to be risky,
that seems pretty obvious, so don't try it at home!
 
Yes - I've no authority or expertise, but others have advised on CF
that running a current through the heart region is likely to be risky,
that seems pretty obvious, so don't try it at home!
Yes it defiantly is. But this is a fictional story and I would never recommend it. Current to other parts of the body can be fine but no where near the chest area.

- More to come soon
if you've got an ear for the other nuances in my terrified screams you'll know :D
I'll have to listen carefully then wont I? Do you have a preferred method of generating these screams or shall I just use my imagination?
 
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