Part 58 April 2, 1974 - The Seventh Day, 2:50 PM, Wing D, Interrogation Room 3
“Go ahead and beg, little perra,” said Trueno. “We waive the silence. But I don’t think it will do you any good with your loving teacher!” he laughed.
“Yes, little lassie, why don’t you beg me not to punish those tiny titties of yours.” He tapped the cane lightly on the damaged titflesh.
“Please Dean…Robert please. You loved me, didn’t you? Think of all the things I did for you. I tried so hard to please you!” Tears welled up in her eyes. The memory of her unsuccessful attempts to be the lover the Dean wanted and her fear of further pain were making her half crazy.
“But you didn’t really learn to please me, did you slut?” He tapped a little harder, a little more insistently. “Even when you were submissive, you always wanted to be treated like a serious student. Like a person who mattered. But you are just a worthless piece of meat.”
The others listened, fascinated as this little psychological drama played out between the former teacher and pupil.
“Please, Robert! I hurt so bad. These men have hurt me so bad! I can’t take anymore. Please, oh please don’t hurt me, Robert!”
Hawkins rubbed the nobby cane back and forth across her tits, scratching at the cut nipples.
Eulalia was bawling like a little girl. Trueno remembered his favorite expression, ‘You break just like a little girl!’ Very satisfying, he thought.
“Now I have to hurt you, lassie. It’s they’ve hurt you ‘badly,’ not ‘bad.’ Here’s one for sloppy grammar.” With that he wound up and swung the cane hard into her chest. His aim wasn’t perfect, hitting the very top slopes of her breasts. But the pain was significant.
“OOOOWWWWW!!!!” Eul cried out. Hawkins went back to rubbing her damaged nipples with the rough nobs of the Malacca.
“Will you beg no more, bitch? Do you want more strokes?”
“Please Robert. Please no more.”
“Do you want to please me? Tell me! Beg”
“I am begging! I’ll do anything, Robert! I’ll suck you cock for you! I’ll do it right! I’ll swallow every drop! Please, I’m begging you!”
“You often promised that, but never delivered!” A long back swing and another hard smack. The time on the lower globes, just below the areolas. Eul lifted herself by the chains, and screamed and cried like a baby.
“Come on, girl. You can beg better than that! You haven’t even used my proper title yet.”
Eul’s eyes popped open. “You couldn’t mean that! Not here. Not with all these men?”
“As I said, you are not really trying. I am trying. I think this one will strike home!” He cocked the cane and drove it into her breasts again. This time he found his mark. The lower areola of her left tit and the nipple itself on her right. It must have really hurt because Eul cried the loudest yet.
“You remember the proper thing to say, don’t you little girl? You want me to spare those tits, you’ll beg me like I tried to teach you!” Another hard one to the under-slope.
“OOOWWWW!!! Please Robert, please stop! Don’t make me! Don’t make me here! It was just between us. It was private. AARRHHGGG!!” Another blast to the upper sloops. The pain was driving her mad.
“That’s five, Eul. The next five will be harder. Beg me proper if you want to stop them.”
He rubbed at the swollen nipples and then slowly drew back the cane. Eulalia screamed out, “Please Daddy, don’t hurt your little girl anymore!”
So that is where their relationship had a dark secret! Rodríguez chuckled. He had suspected it all along.
“Has my little girl been bad?” asked Hawkins, rubbing the nobs on her nipples again.
“Yes, Daddy, but please don’t hurt me! Please, I’m begging you Daddy!” Eul was bawling like a child.
“If you’ve been bad, then you must be punished.” Hawkins taunted her.
“No, please, your girl will do anything, Daddy. She’ll suck your cock.”
“You don’t sound like you really mean it, Eul.” Hawkins wound up and gave another blow, this time to her nipples.
“YYOOWWWW!! Pant…pant. I do! I do! Please Daddy! I’m begging you Daddy! Your daughter's a cunt who needs fucking!!”
“It too late now, you naughty little girl. Daddy’s going to give you the full punishment – four more on those dirty tits!” He blasted another right on the nipples.
“AAARRRGGGHHH!! No MORE! Please, Daddy, I’ll be good! I’ll be so good!”
Another on the underside, lifting and bouncing the bruised flesh.
“OOOWWWW!! Daddy, please, please, I’ll, I’ll, good, be good!” Eul seemed to be losing her stream of thought amid the pain. She was just babbling now, desperate.
Then followed with two more spreading over the surface of her breasts. Eul screamed and thrashed like a madwoman. Hawkins handed the cane to a guard and went back to relax at the table. His face was very flushed.
“Now that out puta is warmed up,” sneered Rodríguez, “Trueno, why don’t you see if you can get anymore information out of her.”
“Si mi Coronel!” Trueno signaled the guards who wheeled over a cart with electrical equipment on it. As they untangled wires and plugged it into the wall socket, Trueno began his questioning.
“Miss Burns, Let’s go over your sexual history again. When did you last lick another woman’s cunt?”
“I..uh, I.” Eulalia was now having great trouble concentrating on what was said to her. She was so tired. She was in so much pain. After the caning by Dean Hawkins, it felt like her nipples had been cut off, though of course that wasn’t true. But they were bleeding now and her breasts were a mass of bruised, damaged flesh. And over it all; over the pain and exhaustion, was the anguish in her mind. The humiliation that Robert had forced on her - to reveal the Daddy/Daughter fetish! It magnified the hopelessness of her plight. The certainty of a painful death, here in this hell hole. No escape, just torture by these men and then sexual abuse by the guards.
“If you don’t answer, Eulalia, I will be forced to hurt you.” The words barely penetrated Eul’s consciousness. But she did struggle to respond. “Wha..waht did you ask?”
The guards meanwhile had proceeded to attach alligator clip electrodes to her ear lobes. She groaned at the pain but her attention couldn’t be divided.
“I asked, when did you last lick another woman’s cunt?” The guards had turned on the electric box and set the dial to “2” as Trueno had held up two fingers.
“I…I licked Gabby yesterday. You know that. Weren’t you here?” The response was as much confusion as a question.
“I’m afraid you are lying again Miss Burns.” He nodded to the guard at the box and held up five fingers. The guard flipped a switch and waited five seconds before switching off.
Eulalia didn’t make a sound while the current was on. Her eyes and mouth went wide open, and her body seemed to the onlookers to stiffen somewhat and quiver slightly. When the current went off, she slumped down, her head falling onto her chest and her tongue lolling out of her still-open mouth.
“I say, old man,” asked Hawkins, “did your equipment not work? Nary a scream?”
Trueno was very experienced with using this equipment and was not surprised at her lack of external reaction. “She felt it alright, Dean. Look at her fingers.”
Indeed, when Hawkins looked at her hands bound in the suspension cuffs, he saw they were extended to the max, spread apart and shaking violently.
“When we send electricity across her head like that,” explained Rodríguez, “it paralyzes her voluntary muscles. The victims describe feeling as if their ears are burning off and their eyes exploding from their sockets. And the worst headache you can imagine. She will scream, but it takes about half a minute for her to be able to.
Just then Eul gasped in a breath and let loose a high-pitched scream, while her arms and legs thrashed wildly in her chains.
“We do have to be careful with the current. High enough could render the victim unconscious or even dead. The machine is limited well under that level. That last was a #2, the dial goes to #7.”
“Miss Burns. Do you want to tell me when you last licked a pussy? Or do you want more of that electricity?” Trueno cold, calm voice. Eul tried frantically to control her mind. Her ears burned, her head hurt. Then she knew what he meant.
“Today!” she cried out. “While you were at lunch!”
“That’s good, Eulalia,” Trueno comforted her. He signaled to the guards who removed the clips from her ears. They then allowed them to snap onto her sore nipples, drawing a wailing cry from the girl. Soon there followed screaming and thrashing as she realized what was next.
“NO, NO, NO! You CAN’T! You just can’t - my nipples hurt so much, no! What do you want? Anything, I’ll tell you! Please.”
“Did Dr. Barbara Moore know about your spying?” asked Trueno, indicting “3” to the guards.
“I, I, no, I don’t really know? She, I, we never discussed it.”
Trueno nodded to the guard and held up ten fingers. The guard flipped the switch.