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Guard
Chapter 11
"Another notch!", Nathan directed angrily.
More than four hours had passed since they had started the third simulation session. No complicated AI scripts this time, just plain torture and interrogation. Time was short. Ashley's avatar had been spawned tied on the rack and had stayed there since, the ropes on her hands and feet pulling her body taut. But she still refused to answer any questions regarding the robbery.
Brutus eagerly followed his master's command and yanked on the wheel at the top of the rack, shortening the ropes that were stretching Ashley another inch. Nathan examined the procedure. Ashley's body was stretched on the rack even more. The outlines of her ribs and her hip bones clearly protruded under her skin.
In this position, she offered a great view over the toll the previous sessions had taken on her avatar. Red whelts and little cuts were spread across her torso and her tighs where she had been whipped. Bruises and crusted lacerations were the witnesses of the beating with the bludgeon. Her breasts bore imprints of the squeezing with the dented iron bars on their bases. And her crumpled nipples testified about the mangling they had experienced from the clamps.
Nathan took a step forward and placed a hand on Ashley's midriff, feeling the warmth of her body and the convulsions of the muscles caused by her lungs desperately aching for air. The strain made it hard for her to breathe because the stretching also impeded her diaphragm from functioning properly.
Letting his hand glide over her flat stomach, up towards her chest, he felt the wetness from the sweat she had broken into. Her entire body was covered in it, with little rivulets dripping onto the wooden rack. His hand stopped on her chestbone, right between her abused breasts.
"Still not in the mood to talk?", he challenged.
Ashley shook her head, making her wet hair fly around, finally landing on her face. The little air in her lungs was not enough to speak. Not that she would utter something useful anyways. She could not even scream. A tormented groan was all she was able to produce when Nathan pinched both of her nipples and dug his fingernails into them.
At the start of the session, his intention had been not to contribute to the torture in a physical manner and settle with asking the questions instead. But his anger about Ashley's unforeseen resiliance made him forget that resolution. He was running out of time. He needed answers. There was no other option than presenting a positive result of a successful investigation in front of the board on Monday. And today was already Saturday!
"I have something that might change your mind", he threatened in the most menacing voice he could manage.
Nathan walked over to the wall with the handheld torture devices. But instead of picking another whip or something else to beat her with, he chose a little can. Only seconds after opening the lid, tears shot into his eyes and he started coughing.
"This is the 'devil's ointment'", he explained to Ashley, who instantly teared up and coughed too when he held the open can under her nose.
The 'devil's ointment' was a paste made out of mustard, ginger, raddish and chili. Once applied to the skin, it would create an unbearable burning sensation, especially if it would be used on the soft and delicate skin of the sex.
Of course, here in the simulation, pressing a burning torch into Ashley's cunt would have had the same effect. But that would have also destroyed that part of her avatar for any further abuses. They were able to reanimate an avatar, but not to heal its wounds. In fact, the red and blue marks on Ashley's neck from yestarday's strangulation were still visible. Undoing the wounds would require a complete new initialization, resulting in an alienation of the mind from the avatar. They would have to start on a blank sheet, rebuilding the bond, which would cost a lot of time they did not have. An annoying flaw that Nathan wanted to fix with the next development step, given that the further development of the simulation was approved.
"Can you imagine getting this smeared into your pussy? It will feel like getting fucked with a glowing iron rod!"
Ashley's eyes widened in panic. But she still gave no signal that she was willing to confess. Your call, Nathan thought. He was just about to cup Ashley's vulva with his hand when he became aware that Jessica would certainly not welcome him fingering another girl, especially after the argument they had last night. He probably already would have to answer to her why he had grabbed Ashley's tits, albeit only in the simulation.
"Brutus, proceed!"
His minion went back to work, happily squealing about the permission to hurt his pretty prey in her most vulnerable spot. The creature pushed two fingers into the ointment, producing a generous blob from the can. Without any further ceremonies, he rammed them into Ashley's tunnel, spreading it while rubbing the paste in.
What a shame, Nathan thought, disappointed about Brutus' lacking admiration of Ashley's vulva. So young, so firm, so tight. In Brutus' place, Nathan would have taken his time playing with it before applying the hellish goo. He would have stroked her labia, fiddled her clit, made her wet, humiliated her with her own inevitable arousal. Maybe he would have even edged her for a while before finally denying her release and instead punishing her for being a horny cunt.
"Get some if it into her ass, too", he directed while he listened to Ashley's new grunting. At the moment, she was only reacting to the physical penetration by Brutus' raw and dirty claws. It would take a minute or two until the 'devil's ointment' would penetrate the protection of the mucous membrane.
And when it finally did, hell broke loose indeed. From her groin, Ashley started to shake. The shaking spread over her entire body, making every muscle from head to toe contract. Ashley tried to scream, but could not get in enough air to produce more than a high squeaking. When Nathan saw her beginning to hyperventilate, he ordered Brutus to losen the stretching from the rack, three notches down. This was not the time for her avatar needing reanimation again.
With a little bit of the strain relieved, Ashley was able to breathe normally, at least in theory. All of the air she drew in was instantly driven out with a maniac screeching. The infernal 'devil's ointment' was doing its work on her pussy and ass, making her feel like she was getting burned from the inside.
Ashley's screams were reflected by the stone walls of the torture chamber, making them overlay themselves. The highly pitched shrieks quickly reached a level where they began to hurt Nathan's ears, causing his head to ache. But that was nothing compared to the agony Ashley was going through.
The girl's suffering continued and Nathan lost track of time. Although it took a while, the effect of the ointment slowly subsided. The screams from Ashley became less frequent and were replaced by a croaky howling.
"Please stop! I can't take anymore!", she rasped her first discernible words in hours. Yet, they were quiet and hard to understand. The screaming had taken their toll on her voice and speaking was hard for her.
"It is not me who determines when this is over. It is you. Just tell me what I want to know. Who helped you with the robbery?"
"I do not know!"
"Stop the bullshit. You may have pleased the judge with that answer. But Mr. Johnson does not believe you, and neither do I. You don't pull of a heist like that with two strangers that you randomly met on the street a minute ago."
"Please let me out! You cannot treat me like this. Torturing is illegal!"
Her contradictions earned her a fresh serving of the 'devil's ointment' and her ordeal began from the start. By Nathan's order, Brutus dug out the nipple clamps and placed them on their designated spots. Of course, the weights were attached again either. Ashley was also given another three notches of slack, which allowed her to move a little more. However, that was not an act of mercy. Writhing from side to side, out of her mind, she made the weights fly from one side to the other, persistently biting into her soft flesh, dragging her nipples with them.
When she had eventually calmed down again enough to stop screaming, Nathan gave it another try.
"Well?", he asked, gently brushing her soaked hair out of her wet face. The sweat had mixed with tears and snot. The goo almost looked like she had just received a cumshot right over her face.
Ashley's eyes did not focus anymore, although she looked at him. Her lips were trembling, with drool running out of her mouth. Nathan had seen this reaction from other people before, when he had been deployed and was leading the interrogation of an enemy soldier or a terrorist. He had finally broken her. Ashley would tell him anything now.
But she didn't. The slaps he gave her showed no effect. Her avatar got limp on the rack. A second later, he got the trusted feeling of floating away. Getting extracted from the simulation felt like this.
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"What happened?" Nathan woke up in the laboratory. "Did I kill her? Why did you pull me out instead of sending her back in then?"
Ava, Martin and Roy looked at him in silence, afraid to answer his question.
"The time limit has expired." Jessica was the only one in the room to give him the truth everyone knew would enrage him. Again.
"You fucking bastard!", Ashley yelled form the other examination table. If it had not been for the straps restraining her, she would have certainly jumped him now. "How dare you to treat me like this? Do you think you are above the law?"
"Shut up!", Nathan barked back. "Are your questioning my authority? Here, how's this: I could take a gun and shoot you in your bratty face right now and some paperwork could wipe the matter away faster than your brain could be wiped off the wall. If I were you, I would start being a little bit more compliant and cooperative."
The reprimand made Ashley shut her mouth, but there was still rage glistening in her eyes. Her face was the stark contrast from what Nathan had seen moments ago in the torture chamber. Awake, determined, unbroken.
"I think it is the best if we leave things as they are for now", Jessica carefully suggested. "Why don't we take a break? A longer one this time? Let us take a time out tomorrow and continue Monday morning, alright?"
Oh my dear Jessica, Nathan thought. She did not have an idea about the significance of Monday's board meeting. This was no ordinary status report. It would be all or nothing. Nathan had to turn the heat up for Ashley, and fast. But there was no way Jessica would agree to this. So he had to forge a plan to distract her. After all, they had planned to spend the Sunday together. This would be the perfect cover.
"Fine", he agreed while he stood up and redressed. "Jessica, call two guards and take Ashley back to her room. She will stay there until Monday morning. Maybe a little brooding will help with her attitude? But Jessica, I still require you in my office tomorrow at 9 am. I would like to discuss our next options with you."
Jessica smiled and nodded, knowing that their meeting in the morning would be no discussion, but instead the start of a recreational day together. She had the escort ready in less than a minute and directed Ashley out of the room.
"Listen, there won't be a break", Nathan turned back to Ava, Martin and Roy after he had waited until Jessica and Ashley had left the building. "If the little bitch wants to play hard, she will go through hell. Prepare everything for the next session, I will have her brought back in around midnight."
"But... but it's Saturday!", Martin protested meekly.
"And? It's not like you incels would have plans for tonight. My order is final. Be ready!"
To be continued.
The tension increases and the story becomes increasingly interesting. Very good!
