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The Nude Nurse and the Master of the Whip.

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TRIGGER WARNING: The author had advised me that it will becoming increasingly tough of Eulalia from now on. I am aware that some of the readers are pulling for her. Perhaps you should just stop reading now.

For those who are finding erotic satisfaction in the torture and humiliation of Eulalia, enjoy!
 
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The Nude Nurse and the Master of the Whip.

Part 53 Avenida José Arrieta (in front of Villa Grimaldi) April 1, 1974, Evening, The Sixth Day

Gabriela Sánchez couldn’t really believe it. She was free! No cuffs, no walls, no guards. After the sex performance, Capitán Matías Ayara had given her a set of clothes and escorted her out. He looked at her with tears in his eyes and said, “I am so sorry, Senora. None of you deserve this. I am glad I was able to save you and your husband and your son.”

She looked at the monster with astonishment.

“I never wanted to be part of this. I just got caught up and I lacked the courage to object. Now I am as guilty as any. I will end up in Hell for what I have done; I live there now.”

He explained that there was a curfew and she had to get off the street. There was a brothel a half block down. They were expecting her and would take her in.

He turned to go back into Grimaldi and Gabby started to thank him. He turned and stopped her.

“I get no thanks. Pray for those I will torture and kill. Their souls will have rest. I will have none.” And he went in the door.

April 1, 1974 - The Sixth Day, night, Wing D

Sargento Castro dropped his trousers and said, “We want to welcome you back!”

“Oh my God, No!" pleaded Eul, "I need some rest. My pussy is so sore! I’m bleeding!! Please, NO!”

“Don’t you love it, mi amigos, she ignores the regla del silencio, and she claims her coño is too good for us peóns to get any after she gives it away to the Coronel.” The guards laughed. “Well, perra, we’ll take what we want and you will pay when you break the rules!” He nodded to a guard with a truncheon who promptly drove the end into the side of her belly. The other with a truncheon did the same at her navel. Eulalia bounced on the cot and rolled on her side and drew up her legs for protection.

Two men grabbed her shoulders and held her flat on the cot while two others stretched her legs while the two with truncheons worked over her defenseless, bruised belly. After a dozen or so blows, the Sergeant had them stop and spread her legs wide. As the girl coughed and retched, he drove his prick into her cunt. With what strength and voice she had left, Eul cried in anguish. But no one cared.

When the Sergeant got up, he laid down the rules. “No more than two men take her at a time. She is a dama. When they finish, the next two and so on. You have two hours. Then you feed her dinner. It’ll go well with the semen. Then get me and we’ll see if she wants some more before we tuck her in bed for the night.”

He and others left. Two men remained, removing their trousers as Eul lay helpless on the cot. So much of her body hurt! She was sure they had damaged her belly with their blows. She was frantically trying to remember the signs of internal bleeding. And her pussy felt like the walls had been ripped off! How could any woman take this treatment? A man climbed between her legs and bent down to bite her bruised and cut nipple. Her scream started even before he drove his cock hard into her cunt. But it was cut off almost immediately as a cock was shoved in her mouth.

After unbearable pounded by this first two, another pair followed immediately. As the one plowed her bloody cunt, the other lowered his ball sack to her mouth while pinching a nipple.

“Lick mi cojones, puta,” he sneered. “Worship them like your gods or I’ll rip your nipple right off!”

Eul stuck out her tongue and began to lick and suck the sack and the prick. Her disgust was insignificant compared to the pain she was in. This was just one more way these men had to drag her through the mud. She was almost getting used to it, she thought, lying naked spreadeagled and tied up in the mud. Perhaps that’s where a girl like her belonged?

Two hours later, they propped Eul up on the cot and fed her without bothering to remove her cuff. At first, she was only slightly responsive, but her near-starvation kicked in and she soon eagerly took the spoon-fed porridge.

After she’d been fed, the sergeant appeared with the four guards to take her to her cell. He looked at her sitting on the hard metal cot. Her body had numerous cuts and welts from the torture. Semen caked on her chin, red bruises and blood around her pussy, dark purple bruises on her abdomen.

“She looks in pretty good shape. Why don’t you four have all you want from her and then you can take her to her cell.”

Forty minutes later, Eulalia was walked/carried back to her cold, small cell. She was propped up, naked, against the wall, arms bound behind, legs spread wide for balance and the collar attached. Semen mixed with blood was running freely down her thighs.

She was in agony. The pain in her body was overwhelming. But even worse was her mental anguish. Juan, the Colonel, had betrayed her. He was just playing with her all along. She had given him all the love she possessed this morning and then he turned around and supervised that unholy abuse of her belly!

Her childhood friend, the boys at college, the professors, and now Juan. All used and betrayed her. Dean Hawkins even came here to humiliate her! And her father! He had been told she was a lesbian slut and had been kicked out of school. He was ashamed of her and disgraced!

Her father, friends, lovers, the Dean, the Colonel. They all told her she was a loser, a useless piece of shit! They were right! She sobbed bitterly against the rough, cold, cell wall.

The Sixth Day, 7:35 PM, Ritz-Carlton

The military driver dropped Dean Hawkins at his hotel just after seven thirty. The professor was in a very expansive mood. The afternoon watching Eulalia be tortured, be forced to lick the other girl’s pussy and then be crushed by his news had aroused and pleased him. Dinner with the officers had been relaxed and friendly. He had already made preliminary plans with the Colonel to have his friends visit soon. And, most promising was the opportunity to send more girls like Eul to work with the corrupt Red Cross head here, to be handed over to Grimaldi for play!

When he entered his room, Hawkins’ mind was drawn back to his appointment with Carmella, the cute young maid. Eighteen belt strokes to her ass, nice, but not much compared with Eulalia’s torment. It would be entertaining though. And the girl was so anxious to please him to keep her job that she might be willing to fuck. Robert could use that release after all the extended arousal of the day. Yes, he thought, a nice red ass of a petite eighteen-year-old to fuck would be the perfect end for the day.

Just then there was a tentative rap at his door. Hawkins slid the leather belt out of his trousers and said, “¡Entra!”

Lo Espejo Santiago April 2, 1974 - The Seventh Day 7:00 PM

A rather run-down coffee bar sat at the end of a seedy commercial street on the southern edge of Santiago in a district called Lo Espejo. I walked in like I owned the place and immediately recognized my old friend from Inteligencia Militar Chilena, Chilean Military Intelligence, José Calderón, sipping coffee.

“You know, Jewels, you are crazy to think of doing this?”

“Yes, I am. Are you going to help me?”

“Yes, Yo tambien estoy loco.”

“Just two crazy guys out for fun. Any ideas how we can get ourselves killed here?”

“Actually, there is a possible plan. We might even survive it.”

“Whoa, there, cowboy! Don’t get overconfident.”

“I’m not, we will probably all die.”

“OK, OK. What’s the idea.”

“I told you that sometimes Coronel Rodríguez, El Comandante de Villa Grimaldi, seems to have taken a special interest in Miss Burns. Which is probably why she’s still alive.”

“Yes.”

“Well El Coronel has been known to sometimes take his favorites up to his private cabin in the mountains for a few days of play. Usually, it is the final act before their death.”

“Lovely.”

“I’ve also been told he is planning to do a formal execution of her in the Villa.”

“Firing Squad?”

“No. That would be too easy. Usually slow hanging, or slow electrocution. My source heard, but doesn’t believe, that Rodríguez is considering crucifixion.”

“What? Like the Romans? What is this guy? A history nut?”

“He like to hurt people, Jewels. He lives for it!”

“Shit! The cabin trip. Exposed?”

“Maybe. Often it’s just Rodríguez and his aide and a driver in the car. If we can know the day; if we can know the time; if we can know the route, we might be able to intercept and get her out.”

“Sounds easy.”

“I’m trying. Do you have extraction prepared?”

“A jet out of the joint military base at Valparaiso. Fly straight to Argentine airspace to prevent pursuit. Refuel in Equator and then on to Miami. You’re welcome to tag along, José. It’s all approved.”

Gracias, mi amigo. It might be very hot for me afterwards here.”

De nada. We are two loco Armored Knights together!”
 
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Author's note. I'd like to thank, from the bottom of my heart, the loyal readers who have stuck with my story for two months and 55,000 words. I can promise that the action wraps up on April 4, the Ninth Day. Current plans are for the final post on January 19 or 20. That might stretch out a day or two.
 
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So we have ended the Sixth Day of Eulalia's captivity. Tomorrow we will begin the Seventh, the Zenith of the story of her suffering at Villa Grimaldi.

We have already posted four parts that took place on the Seventh Day: #35 Barb meets Jewels, #46 Barb's Second meeting with the Colonel, #49 Barb gets whipped, #52 Jewels gets the information together.

We will now post five parts in a row #54 - #58, detailing what happens to Eul that day.

The Seventh Day, to the relief of confused readers, finally syncs all the threads to the same time.

Needless to say, the Seventh Day will not be a day of rest for Eulalia!
 
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As little comfort as it might be, the soldiers seem more interested in satisfying their lust than merely inflicting pain through rape; Eul's non-lubricating passage would be easier to injure.
Interesting point. Though it is fascinating to use the word comfort in the same sentence discussing their brutal rapes.;)
 
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Part 54 April 2, 1974 - The Seventh Day, 7:00 AM, Wing D,

Eulalia was jerked awake from a very fitful, very troubled sleep as the cell door opened loudly and a guard yelled, “Despierta, puta!” She jumped in her stance and triggered the collar. The guard laughed at his prank as the girl twitched with the electric shock. Still chuckling, he uncuffed her and threw her porridge and tea on the floor, spilling much. Still laughing, he locked the door, “come abundante!”

As she gradually stopped trembling from the shock, Eul slid down to the floor and reached for her breakfast. With only two meager meals yesterday, the girl was starving. In a few moments she finished what was left of the tea and gruel and looked hungrily at the portion spilled on the filthy floor. She used her fingers to scoop up a little of the porridge at the top of the pile, but gagged at the thought of the rest. Looking longingly at the spilled food, Eul thought how low she’d come. Then she scooped a little more with her fingers and ate it.

The despair and depression of the previous night flooded back as she sat, cold, hungry, aching with pain, cramped in a tiny cell, facing another day of torment. How many more could she take!

Then the door opened again and her escort of guards appeared. Usually she had an hour or so to rest in the morning?

Levántate, perra! El Trueno wants you early this morning. He has much to do with you!”



The Seventh Day, 7:35 AM, Wing D, Interrogation Room 3

Coronel Rodríguez, Dean Hawkins, Mayor Lopez, and Capitán Trueno sat relaxed and joking at the long table in Interrogation Room 3. Larger than the other rooms, this one contained several large pieces of equipment to which a prisoner could be attached. The table was spread with a continental breakfast of fresh fruit, pastries (including scones in honor of Dean Hawkins) and thermal carafes of hot coffee and tea. Though the room itself was quite cold, each chair had a seat warmer and a lap blanket to keep the occupant comfortable.
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The door opened and Eulalia, escorted by four guards, entered, naked, cuffed and hooded. Trueno ordered her to be uncuffed and unhooded.

The men slightly taken aback by her weakened and pale appearance. Her eyes were dull with dark circles under them, and she had a haunted look. She glanced in turn, fearfully, at the men. What was Hawkins doing here? Looking around, she was a lone, starving, naked girl in a room with eight cleanly=dressed, well-fed men.

“Good morning, Miss Burns,” he said cheerfully. “I hope you passed a pleasant night in the Villa.”

“We are sorry to have to wake you early this morning,” continued the Capitán, “but Coronel Rodríguez has an appointment with a friend of yours, Dr. Barbara Moore, of the IRC, and he didn’t want to miss your initial interrogation today.”

They all noticed Eul’s face jerk up at the mention of Dr. Moore’s name. She dared not ask a question, but her hope at hearing her supervisor was visiting was transparent.

“Yes, we will discuss your situation, Miss Burns,” said the Colonel. “I don’t think they really care much about you. But I’ll let you know what happened when I return from the meeting.”

Trueno instructed the guards to suspend Eul spread-eagled as yesterday. Two guards now held the cattle prod style picanas.

“Now we need to get clear and truthful answers today, Eulalia,” Trueno started in his soft, cold interrogation voice. The sound made Eul’s blood run cold. She knew what it meant - pain!

“I asked you several times about the recorder yesterday, and your answers were not really satisfactory. In fact, they were lies.” At the word lies, by pre-arranged instruction, the guards placed their picana on her butt and pussy respectively and pressed the buttons. They held them for about 15 seconds while the girl screamed and flailed in her bondage. Trueno swept his hand across for them to stop.

Eul collapsed, already covered with sweat, her body twitching, gasping for breath.

“Are you ready to tell the truth about the recorder?”

Eul desperately tried to think of what to say. She couldn’t, just couldn’t betray other people! She waited too long. The guards hit her with another round, this time the other butt cheek and her navel. They held for over twenty seconds before Trueno stopped it. Then the unfortunate woman still thrashed and twitched for almost as long.

While she recovered, the Colonel explained the working of the picana to Dean Hawkins, who was fascinated by the science of it.

“It’s a rather old technology, used to prod cattle. 2,000 volts across the probes but moderate-low-current to prevent heart stoppage or such. Designed to penetrate and cause pain through a thick, tough cowhide. Judging from what the prisoners have said (to each other, when they didn’t know we were listening on secret mikes) the burning of the probes is the greater pain, but the shocks linger longer as the muscles keep twitching. A kind of double torture!”

“Are you ready to answer?” asked Trueno. “We’ll wave the rule of silence. Anything you want to tell us?”

“No...please…pant…pant…I’ve…I’ve told you, God! please no more.”

Trueno raised his hand to signal the guards, when Hawkins interrupted. Eul was surprised that this evil man would aid her. But, after all, what these men were doing to her must shock a refined, cerebral academic, she thought.

“May I?” he asked Trueno, pointing to the one picana.”

“¡Sé mi invitado!” replied Trueno, graciously.

Hawkins stood up and came around the table to confront the girl. He took the prod from the guard who showed him the trigger. He faced Eul with an ear to ear grin. As she shook her head wildly, he brought the probes to her left nipple and held down the trigger. When she exploded in screams and desperate flailing, he grinned wider and struggled to keep contact with her bouncing tit. After almost thirty seconds, the guard gently took the picana back. Robert realized he had held his breath the whole time. Slightly unsteady, he walked back to his chair.

When Eulalia had caught her breath, Trueno said, “Well, do you have an answer?”

Surprising even herself, Eul somehow had the strength or courage or loyalty to hold on. She couldn’t be the one to bring other innocent people to this hell on earth. “I’ve told you the truth,” she panted out.

“We shall see about that,” said Trueno in an especially soft, cold voice.

Over the next thirty minutes, he directed the guards with the picanas, and two others with canes to attack her body over and over. At the end she was hanging limp, drenched in sweat. New cuts from criss-crossed cane strokes were bleeding and her muscles wouldn’t stop twitching from the shocks. But she had stuck to her story.

Coronel Rodríguez tapped his watch looking at Trueno, indicating he needed to leave before too much longer.

Trueno signaled the guard with the picana behind Eul. The man smiled broadly and stepped up right behind her. Using one hand to steady her hips, he brought the picana to her butt crack. With a sudden jerk, he shoved the end four inches up her rectum, causing her to tense and cry out. Then he pushed the trigger, and held for fifteen seconds.

It wasn’t exactly a scream. It was more of an animal howl. Her whole body went rigid.

The guard released the trigger but left the prod in. The other approached her front. Eul was still too stunned to react when he spread her raw pussy lips and placed the picana at the entrance to her most intimate and private place. When he shoved it several inches up the dry passage, Eul surged in her bonds. Then he hit the trigger.

Five seconds, ten seconds, fifteen seconds…twenty seconds later, he released the switch but left the weapon buried in her cunt.

A minute later, when he had judged that Eul had regained her breath, Trueno asked, “Who gave you the recorder? Names?” Giving her only a few moments to answer, he gestured to both guards. The pressed down both triggers. Burning, shocking sparks shot into the depths of her bowels and the raw inside of her cunt. No sound came. Eulalia’s body clenched in a terrible rictus of pain! Twenty-five seconds, then he had the electricity cut off.

Patiently Trueno waited.

“Two agents, pant,…with MI6, pant…Thomas Downs and Roger Adams.” Eul heart broke as she gave in and betrayed others. But she could not take that pain!

The colonel got up, shook Trueno’s hand, “Felicidades. I must go see to Dr. Moore. I’ve kept her waiting.”

“I hope I haven’t caused you a problem, mi Coronel.”

“Not at all. The problem will be Moore’s,” he laughed.

Trueno turned back to Eul, “and your instructions? Who to contact? Every detail, truthfully, Miss Burns. Or they will leave them both on for a minute at a time. The batteries last three hours!”

Trueno led her through the information. Every meeting, what was said, who was there, every contact here in Chile. When Eul hesitated to reveal a name or stumbled, one or both of her internal passages was shocked and burned. In the end, Eulalia was desperate to tell him everything she knew. Much was unimportant. British intelligence had used the last five days to remove the few exposed agents they had.

Trueno went over Eulalia’s information two more times to be sure it was complete and accurate. Though she only received a few more shocks, she wept for shame at condemning other to be tortured here.

Soon Trueno announced a lunch break and all left except the hanging girl and one guard.
 
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to the relief of confused readers,
Who's confused? All perfectly logical, fully documented.
Eul gets caught, tortured, raped, betrayed. Other people flit about in the background, achieving very little yet except Barb who enjoys an afternoon of painful pleasure.
 
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Who's confused? All perfectly logical, fully documented.
Eul gets caught, tortured, raped, betrayed. Other people flit about in the background, achieving very little yet except Barb who enjoys an afternoon of painful pleasure.
Very Good. Actually Barb is morning and midday. And Barb features in the next two posts.:eek:
 
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Hmmmmmm .... hope? ..... interesting development ... :rolleyes:
Perhaps the Colonel will be so taken by Dr. Moore and so smitten with her charm and beauty, that he will accede to her request and free Eulalia - happily ever after!!!!:ole:
 
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