El Electricista practices his favorite activity
Seratus Sebelas– Four Days 19.25 hours
Interrogation Room B, CNB Headquarters, Singapore, Sunday 4:45 PM
The last fifteen-minute session had been an indescribably living hell for Amanda. Her arms and legs, breasts, belly, and head had been shocked, seemingly at random over and over again. The strength was sometimes almost mild and, at others, overwhelming. About four minutes in, she had lost all control of her mind and body. With no capacity for rational thought with electricity surging through her ears into her brain, the girl was in a kind of psychotic frenzy. Between that and the electro-stimulation of her arm, leg, and stomach muscles, her body jerked and twitched with no input on her part. That excessive muscle exertion left her panting for massive breaths and sweating profusely.
When the electricity stopped, she was too dazed even to realize.
As medic Wing had a guard hold water to let her sip, he attached a line for the saline. As he bent to work over the girl, he couldn’t help but take erotic pleasure in watching her small breasts rise and fall violently with her labored breathing. He noted her nipples, which were large for her breast size, had swollen appreciably from the electrical stimulation. The turgid points were now purple, and the few drops of blood drawn initially had increased to a slow seepage.
Wings eyes drifted down toward Amanda’s pussy, with the huge electrified dildo inserted. Manuel hadn’t even used those yet. God, he hoped she held out until then. They were the most erotic torture device he’d ever seen!
Amanda gradually regained some of her senses, and her desperate panting was reduced to heavy breathing. I can’t take this, she thought. I have to stop it!
Williams and Shanmugam returned to the opposite sides of the bed frame with glasses of Lime sparkling water and their fingers orange from the Cheetos consumed. Amanda lay with her eyes shut, still pumping her chest and belly for breath, moaning softly.
Williams touched her left side. Her eyes flew open, and she instinctively cried, “Glo..mor! pleeg, Glo mor!”
“Calm yourself, Miss Jones,” Keefer said in his most soothing voice. “I’m not here to hurt you. I want to help you, dear.” He let his hand run lightly over her belly and down to the top of her cuntfur. “You will confess everything we want eventually. It is such a waste to suffer more first.” His soft fingers stroked her puffy pussylips and even toyed a little at her clitoris.
Josephine, on the other side, was running her hands up and down the girl’s stretched inner thighs, stimulating the sensitive flesh and leaving orange traces on the sweat-drenched skin.
“You’ve already suffered so much, dear,” Josephine echoed the Deputy’s cajoling. “You’ve resisted nobly, but now its time to face facts and end your pain.”
“Please, Amanda, do the sensible thing,” whispered Keefer in her ear as his fingers excited her lovebud to erect and peek out from its hood. “Let us make you feel good rather than hurt.”
The erotic feeling these two were arousing in her body was in sharp contrast to the horrible pain she’d been suffering. Though Amanda was not a quickly excited female, the difference of the pleasure from the suffering was irresistible. She wanted so much for the sweet feeling to continue. What could she say?
“I cont!...I cont!” grunted Amanda, shaking her head
“Very, well, Amanda. You force us to continue. Santiago. You have not used your static probe in her most sensitive part yet. I have it aroused and erect for your attention.”
Marina Bay Sands Singapore, Sunday 4:50 PM
Jeffrey Hodges lay on the soft hotel bed and let his mind drift back to the marvelously talented Chynna and how she has provided him with her “service.” The tiny eighteen-year-old had demonstrated a wide range of talents to please a man, starting with her mouth and continuing using every inch of her sweet young body. The S$74 tip for clearing his dirty dishes was well worth it. Jeffrey has felt a tinge of guilt as he signed the ticket, knowing he was, in effect, paying for sexual pleasures. However, he well knew that the finest Singapore hotels always made sure their guests were happy. Chynna was simply a part of that “service.” Hodges would need to take another shower before his dinner with Josephine. Looking at the clock, he assured himself that there was plenty of time. Hodges set his cellphone alarm for thirty minutes and closed his eyes for a quick power-nap. Satiated with food, wine, and sex, he fell asleep almost instantly.
Interrogation Room B, CNB Headquarters, Singapore, Sunday 4:55 PM
El Electricista pulled up a stool to sit close by Amanda’s middle. He punched in a few commands on the console and held the pencil-like, copper-tipped probe in his left hand. Ever so slowly, he moved it closer to the girl’s slit, and that still erect clit. It made a perfect target, he thought. His mind wandered to the many times he’d performed this action, torturing a woman’s most sensitive organ. It was his favorite part of interrogation; it was so intimate and connected to the victim. He savored drawing it out as if a session of prolonged, slow love-making.
His favorite girl ever had been that Scottish nurse that the Coronel had him torture. She was barely aware of what was happening around her – she had been so brutally tortured already. But when Manuel had first brought the spark of his probe to burn her clit, she had exploded in a most satisfyingly erotic way.
Now, he had a new, very young subject to seduce with the hot spark. Miss Jones promised to be at least as rewarding to work on as that nurse.
Manuel knew precisely the spark distance for the given voltage and the temperature and humidity in the room. Therefore, he could bring the probe to just the right spot to release its fiery lightning exactly when he wanted.
Very close now. Amanda was begging softly through the rubber bit. “Pleeg...pleeeg!” Poor girl. She was so desperate to avoid the coming pain. But she simply hadn’t the slightest idea of how much this would hurt. Manuel thought, bringing the probe down to an inch of its target. Now she will!”
He dipped the copper ball ever so slightly, and a bright blue spark cut through the air to the tip of the hyper-sensitive nub. He heard Amanda’s sudden, mighty gasp for breath and waited for the following scream of agony.
'Naaaaaaaaaaaah-AAAAH!'