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South American Adventure
Chapter Two
Cindy did not know what caused her to wake. It was still dark and she felt cold. Then she heard it again, like there was someone one in the corridor outside her room. Before she had chance to think more, there was a huge crash as the door splintered from its hinges, the chair went flying and she was aware of several people entering the room. Still half asleep, the suddenness of the intrusion stunned her. She opened her mouth to scream and a hand was clamped over it. She felt the vice like grips of other hands seizing her wrists and ankles, forcing her arms above her head and her legs apart, holding her spread eagled to the bed. Someone switched on the light and in its glare she looked in terror at the five uniformed men, complete strangers, leering down at her completely nude and exposed body. She tried to struggle but the four men who held her down were very strong. The more she tried to move the wider they held her legs apart. She stopped twisting and looked up into the eyes of the fifth man who she assumed was in charge. If we release your mouth, you will not scream, otherwise we will tape it shut. In any case screaming will do you no good whatsoever. No one will help you here. Do you understand. Eyes wide in terror, Cindy gave a brief nod of her head and her mouth was released. The officer looked down on her, his eyes slowly scanning her pale stretched body, her flawless skin, her shaved pussy. Blushing red from her acute embarrassment and convinced they were going to gang rape her, or worse, she heard herself saying “what do you want, please don’t hurt me, what do you want, I have done nothing wrong”.
The officer’s eyes returned to hers. That remains to be seen. We have reason to believe you have done something very wrong. Already terrified from the intrusion into her room and mortified at being held spread eagle and completely nude on the bed by five men she had never met in her life before, a cold fear now hit the pit of her stomach. “No, no, you have it all wrong, I have not done anything wrong, we are just here on holiday”. As soon as she said we, she thought she had incriminated Nicky. She was not thinking logically enough to realise that the men would already be well aware of Nicky’s existence. “We are not interested in your friend at this point, just you. We want to ask you some questions and we will expect the right answers. Otherwise….” His voice tailed off. As a Captain in the State Secret Police, he had burst into many rooms like this one. Always at night when the victims were most vulnerable, he enjoyed the power he had over them, enjoyed seeing their fear. He particularly liked it when they were women, and even better when they were young and pretty like this one. To find a young, pretty girl completely nude was wonderful. It was obvious that she thought they would rape and abuse her. He knew though that his orders were not to harm her in any way, but she did not know that and so he decided there was some more enjoyment yet to be gained from the job. He scanned her up and down again, and then slowly raised his hand and rested it on her right breast. She squirmed and looked away from him, aware of her flat girlish chest and the broad smiles of the other men. “When they ask you the questions I hope you give them the right answers, for your sake, He tightened his grip, and feeling no tit meat, slowly and lightly brushed his fingers down over her ribs towards her pussy. He liked small breasts, but he liked tight cunt even more, and he was experienced enough to know that they did not get much tighter than this. He felt her body tremble beneath his fingers, heard her whimper and draw breath, sucking her tummy into a hollow to escape his touch. Cindy’s lower stomach was very sensitive, and a light touch would always cause her muscles to spasm. His hand sank lower and she started to slowly shake her head. No, please, no she whispered. He lightly brushed the tips of his fingers over her pussy lips and she was aware of the other men pulling her legs even wider apart, willing him to penetrate her. He straightened the long index finger of his left hand and Cindy tensed herself for the humiliating thrust as he entered it into her. Then he took his hand away. He knew it was more than his jobs worth to disobey such a strict order. He could still frighten her some more though. “You see”, he added slowly, we have many ways of making you talk. Non are pleasant, and all are immensely painful”. He reached into his uniform pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes. Shaking one out, he slowly put it in between his lips, and then returning his hand to his pocket, withdrew his lighter and pushed the button. The large flame burned steadily as he gazed into its shimmering yellow centre. With his free hand he again stroked the spread lips of Cindy’s bare pussy, whilst slowly lowering the hand holding the burning lighter until it was in between Cindy’s spread legs. She tried desperately to pull away from the iron grip of the men holding her legs wide apart, tried desperately to close her legs, suddenly realising that he was probably seconds away from touching the flame onto the most tender and sensitive part of her nude body. Suddenly, he lifted the lighter to his face and lit the cigarette. Extinguishing the flame he replaced the object in his pocket and drew deeply on the cigarette. The red hot tip glowed brightly, and he took it from his mouth and stared at it. Then he lowered it until it was just above her gaping cunt. All Cindy could say was “noooo please noooo” over and over again, waiting for the searing pain as the glowing end touched her exposed flesh. Have you any idea what it would feel like if I touched your pussy with this he asked. Cindy could not speak. Answer me he snapped. I don’t know she whispered. Guess. It would really hurt. How much. A lot, more than I could bear. Slowly, he moved his hand away and took another drag. If you do not answer our questions, you will find out just how much pain you can bear, and lighted cigarettes touched to your skin, even on your pussy, will be nothing compared to what they can, and will, do to you
There were always all sorts of stories going around university campus and once or twice she had heard some students trying to get support for their fight against what they described as the capture and torture of innocent people in South American countries. Cindy suddenly started to realise what a serious situation she was in. The Captain stood up and indicated to his men to allow her to do the same. Her ankles were released and she quickly closed her legs, putting one knee over the other in an attempt to again hide her bald sex. The men holding her wrists pulled her to her feet and stood holding her arms as the Captain examined her tiny breasts. Cindy hung her head in embarrassment as he closed his hands over them, playing with the now hard nipples. He finally stood back. Put on your clothes he ordered. She quickly pulled on her short skirt and thin top, grateful for their meagre covering, and then she was led, still barefoot, down the stairs, into the street and pushed into the back of a waiting car. The drive through the dark deserted streets seemed to last forever, but finally, they turned into the entrance of a large building. Tall gates banged shut behind them as they pulled Cindy from the car and ushered her inside, along a corridor and through a doorway. Inside the smallish room was a man sitting at a solitary desk. She was pushed roughly in front of him and her arms released. Instinctively, she went to cover herself. You will put your arms at your sides he snapped. His voice was hard and cruel, but it was his eyes that frightened her the most, black, cold and completely ruthless. He looked her up and down. “Take of your clothes” he ordered.
Please no, she whispered, slowly shaking her head. “Do it now, or I will have my men rip them off you”. She knew she had no choice, and with trembling hands she slowly removed her top, more conscious than ever of her tiny tits, and then her skirt. For the second time that night she stood completely nude in front of a total stranger, trying to shrink her body from his penetrating stare, and again acutely aware of her bald pussy. His finger reached out to the button on a switch she had not previously noticed and pushed it. There was no noise, but then the door opened and a soldier entered the room. He walked up to her and, leering at her nudity, bent and picked up her clothes from the floor. She tried to cover herself with her hands and arms, but froze at the sound of the man sitting at the desk. “If you make any attempt to cover yourself, I will have you paraded, naked, through the entire building and then whipped in public” he snapped. “Now stand with your legs wide apart and let this soldier look at you”. Starting to cry, she knew she must obey. The man stared at her completely exposed pussy, just inches from his face, then slowly rose to his feet, all the time with his eyes drinking in the sight of her flawless pale white skin. He reluctantly left the room. Please sir, Cindy said in a quavering voice, I have done nothing wrong. Please may I have my clothes back. His hand which had slipped below the desk top seemed to re materialise holding a very thin and very flexible whip. He slammed it down onto the desk top with a crack that made Cindy’s body violently start. “You will speak only when spoken to and told to reply” he shouted. “If you speak otherwise, you will feel this on that tender skin” – he caressed the whip, swishing it in the air a couple of times before cracking it down on the desk even louder. “You are now mine to do with as I wish, and I promise you, you will have no need of clothes”.
Her blood ran cold. He again reached below the desk and pulled out a bag which Cindy recognised as her missing luggage. She opened her mouth to speak but remembered just in time what he had said. “Is this yours” he asked. “Yes sir” she replied. Reaching inside he pulled out a large plastic bag of what looked like white powder. “Then can you tell why this was found inside”. “I don’t know sir, Cindy said, I don’t even know what it is”. “So you do not wish to tell me why you were smuggling a bag of pure cocaine into our country he snapped”. “I wasn’t sir, I swear, I know nothing about it. Someone must have put it in my bag when it got lost”. “Your bag did not get lost. We had it lifted from the aircraft under supervision and this was in it when it was opened”. “But, but….” she stumbled, now completely at a loss to even imagine what could have happened. “We know your name Cindy, we know much about you, but we want to know who are your contacts here, and you will tell us”. Her mind was spinning. She had lost her luggage, been split from her friend, had armed men burst into her room at the dead of night and leer at, and touch her naked body whilst held down on her bed, been brought to this place and then forced again to strip naked in front of more strangers who had threatened to whip her. She could not believe this was happening. “Please sir, please, I know nothing of any drugs. I hate them. I have never taken drugs in my life. Please believe me”. “I don’t believe you Cindy. You will tell me everything I want to know – sooner or later – and you can give me the information the easy way or the hard way. The easy way will mean you will still have to go to jail for what you have done, and unfortunately our prisons are not quite up to European standards, but they will love having such a young and innocent girl to “look after”, he emphasised the last two words. “The hard way means you will be subjected to whatever “means” necessary to extract the information from you”. Again he placed emphasis on the word “means”. “You mean you would… torture me” Cindy croaked. He got up and walked slowly round the desk until he was standing in front of her. He placed his hands gently on her shoulders and then ran them lightly down over her tiny breasts and flat stomach, feeling her body shudder under his touch. He spoke quietly. “I am a sadist. I love to torture people, to inflict pain, to hear them scream and beg me to stop. I enjoy torturing anybody, but most of all I love torturing women, particularly young women, and even more particularly when they have bodies like yours. I am very very good at it, which is why I am chief interrogator for the State Secret Police. Have you any idea what I can do to you? I will cause you pain, that you can not begin to imagine”. His hand went lower touching the lips of her sex. “Do you really want a red hot poker up your cunt”. Cindy gasped, her eyes opening wide in sheer terror, her pale slim shoulders hunching forward even more. “No, you will beg me to stop long before that. You will promise to do anything for me, and then you will beg me to kill you to make the agony go away. But of course I will not”. Cindy slowly started shaking her head. “No, no, no I am innocent. I have done nothing wrong. I know nothing of drugs, please please believe me. Plea…...” “Silence”. His voice was like the crack of the whip. He walked back to his desk leaving her standing in tears, her nude body quivering, her shoulders still arched forward, her head lowered, and again pushed the button. The door opened and to uniformed men entered. “You will come with me. Bring her”.
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