Torture

Torture/rape/dog/horse



Torture


“Comfortable?” His sardonic smile didn’t quite make his eyes.

She looked at him through tear swelled and reddened, half closed lids. The saline water of her tears seemed to enhance colours; the silver badge of his office on his tunic shone, becoming branded into her mind.

Not waiting for her reply, he slapped her pussy with the flat of his hand. The resounding smack rebounded off the whitewashed walls. She would have screamed, but the tape across her mouth allowed for a muffled murmff only. Two grease-covered fingers entered her, spreading her lips and forcing her body to receive him. More of the greasy substance was scooped out of an unmarked pot and fingered into her. She didn’t know what to expect, but feared that it wasn’t to be the most pleasant experience of her life.

“We will start small Eh?” His voice softly asked, sounding like a kindly Uncle.

“No point in ruining the fun all at once is there?” Fake concern flitted across his face as he bent over her, but the sardonic smile stayed in the background.

The bonds that tied her to the low level table bit into her wrists and ankles. The rough wood scratched her back and buttocks, leaving splinters under her skin. She had given up struggling some time ago, thinking that many of the women who entered this hut never came out again. Perhaps, if she complied, she might just see tomorrow, perhaps even the day after, although her future and that of the other fifteen hundred women in the prison camp, was very uncertain. She had been brought here only a month ago, but in that time, she had been beaten, interrogated and half starved. Too many women had been taken out of the huts at night, most of them didn’t come back, or if they did, they usually didn’t say anything, preferring to suffer their cuts and bruises in shameful silence is if they had invited the unwanted attention.

From a small table alongside where she was tied, spread-eagle fashion, he picked up a glass tube, about two inches in diameter and a foot or so long. Gently, almost lovingly, he spread her cunt lips apart and slowly inserted the tube, pushing it in until she felt it pass her outer walls and nestle within the confines of her pussy. A small ridge on the tube prevented her from being able to push it out. It lodged into place. She had the weird sensation of cool air inside her; she could feel the waft of the frigid winter chill hitting her inner self.

The Officer turned away from her and once again got something from the table. Hidden from view by his body, she couldn’t guess what his intention was. Then, in horror, her eyes beheld what was next. He held a white mouse by its tail. The small rodent struggled to be free and waved its small paws around ineffectually.