Chapter 15: Impaling exercises
(part 3 of 3)
Alisa sat on the floor with her legs pulled up, covered by a blanket and sipping from a cup of liquid that was almost, but not quite, entirely unlike tea. She glanced over the rim of her cup to the man kneeling in front of her. Behind her were the two other men, she knew. She coughed and took a sip of the liquid, slowly returning to her senses. Her abdomen felt sore and bruised on the inside. Her ass hurt. She had already noticed she had blood on her inner thighs. The brutal penetration had torn her anus, she expected, and possibly even torn her insides. A shiver ran down her spine, feeling both amazed that she survived, but also wondering if she would die from her injuries after all.
“Are you feeling better?” inquired Farouq. She nodded slowly. She had stopped shaking and she could breathe normally again.
“We need to ask some more questions,” said Aziz behind her. She looked sideways, not really seeing him but acknowledging his presence this way.
“In your story they impaled your ass first and then your vagina, right? And this was on the same day?”
She sighed, still hating that they kept remembering her of those terrible events. Slowly she nodded. They waited. She tried to speak, cleared her throat and then spoke hoarsely: “They did the front on the same day.” More silence. She sipped from her cup.
“Tell us how that went,” asked Farouq, “You have been vague at best. Was it the same pole?”
She shook her head. “No, it was a different one. With things on top. Like… it looked like a bedpost.”
“A bedpost?”
“Yes, shaped wood, with an acorn shaped tip and rings around it. It was specially designed to fit…”
“To fit? How? Would a normal pole not fit?”
“It would fit,” she sighed, “but they wanted it… “ She swallowed and whispered. “In my womb.”
“So what you’re saying is, they impaled you a second time that day, pushing the pole not only into your vagina but in your womb as well. I’m sorry, but that’s really hard to believe.”
She closed her eyes and dropped her head a little. She also found it hard to believe.
“Alright,” continued Farouq, “Let’s assume it happened. Did you have orgasms?”
She froze and her mind wandered back to the events back then. Her vagina twitched and tingled as she remembered the many orgasms they made her experience during that torture. She shivered and slowly nodded. Farouq shook his head in disbelieve and looked at the others.
“Would you like to experience it again?” asked Aziz. Alisa shook her head as she definitely never wanted to experience that again.
“Not even if you need to prove to us you experienced lots of orgasms?” asked Farouq.
“It was no pleasure,” she whispered, “It hurt and it was terrible.”
“We have a really hard time believing you,” said Aziz bluntly. “Since it would be impossible to survive two impalements in one day and we also don’t think you could have orgasmed from it, we think you made the whole torture story up to hide the fact you were just a whore dancing for them.”
Alisa felt shivers running down her spine and a chilling feeling in her chest.
“It happened,” she said. They kept silent. She sighed and sipped from her cup but it was empty. She looked up and there were tears in her eyes when she spoke again.
“They tied ropes around my breasts and lifted me up. Then they made me sit on that horrible pole with my vagina until it pushed deep into my womb. Next they masturbated me until I had orgasms. Just like you did earlier.”
“We didn’t masturbate you. You did that yourself,” replied Farouq. Alisa felt like weeping but she contained herself, keeping very silent.
“Alright,” said Farouq while he got up to his feet and was looking down on her. “Either you prove to us it happened as you tell us, by demonstrating it is possible to survive being impaled to your womb and also have orgasms while it happens. Or we ask the judge to pass sentence over you for collaborating with Islamic State, which is punishable by death. We’ll give you a few days to think about it.”
“You can’t prove I was collaborating,” she said softly with trembling voice, feeling suddenly very afraid. Was it really possible she could be sentenced to death a second time?
“We have a witness,” said Farouq, “A man named Mahdi gave a detailed witness account of how much of a whore you are.”
Alisa fainted.