Cop, Spy, Military GIMPS

[Miss Belle]

Officer Kelli West had gone undercover to investigate a New York City white slavery ring. Her disguise as a high-priced call girl had gone well initially, as the ring leader was partial to tall, fit brunettes.

Now, after her partner had betrayed her, Kelli found herself tied spread-eagle in a dank basement, deep beneath the city. No one knew her whereabouts, and her fate was to be a brutal descent into a maelstrom of pain and suffering, the likes of which she could never have imagined.

The room’s heat lamps had been directed on her for two hours, and her young, taut body was dripping with perspiration. As the door creaked slowly open, she saw him approach with a hot, steaming branding iron, and gasped with sudden fear. Going behind her, he held her hips and pulled her ass on to his throbbing cock and jerked her head back to cover her panting mouth with his. Then, as he thrust up into her, he simultaneously pushed the brand into the skin just above her pussy mound. Kelli uttered a guttural scream into his mouth as he continued to fuck the young cop, her wrists and ankles jerking at their bonds. The smell of burnt skin mixed with her perfume and perspiration as the ring leader came deep inside of her.

Kelli’s interrogation had begun.

She is stunning and I love her in the uniform.

MISS BELLE: Indeed she is stunning… here’s another image of the lovely Arielle Kebbel for your viewing pleasure. I love the female detective look in jeans and tight shirt, with a gun and badge on her hips. Imagine an AOH scene as she is slowly disrobed with a knife, and her badge is jammed into her bare breast as the torture begins…

Thanks for another image, I've now googled her but I prefer the images you have posted. I love that look.

[Navyrotor]

Detective Lori McNeely had walked into a trap…

With no backup, the young cop knew that her chances of survival were minimal, as she desperately searched her mind for anything to try to enunciate through her dental gag - anything at all to say, to evoke some semblance of pity from her captor… pity that she knew in her gut would never come. Her jaw still hurt from the massive cock that had been rammed into her hot, panting mouth for the last two hours, and as she begged incoherently, the tears began to flow onto the board behind her neck, and drip on to the hard, cold cement floor of the killer’s dank cellar, mixing with the semen that had exploded into her earlier, and run in rivulets down her neck.

It was a chamber of horrors, where numerous victims before Lori had been tortured for days, eventually begging to be killed to end their living tour of Hell itself. Now, as she heard the switches being clicked and the transformer spinning up, she gazed into the sadistic, black eyes of her tormentor. He placed a hand on the box’s rheostat and dialed it up to half power, his other hand hovering over the pulsating red button that would deliver a bolt of raw electric horror into her already throbbing tits and pussy. She screamed at him, a pitiful, gurgling involuntary cry that preceded the beginning of her long ordeal.

The button was depressed with an ominous click, as the mouth of the serial killer she had been seeking curled into an evil grin and he exhaled in pure, anticipatory ecstasy. A millisecond delay… then Detective McNeely’s body convulsed and shook as the voltage coursed through her, the bed springs creaking and the metal cuffs rattling at her ankles. It was enough to make the sexy brunette feel like her quivering body was being torn apart, and that she would lose her mind from the sheer agony of it.

He was practiced with the application of electricity, of course, and as the current abruptly stopped, Lori’s now glistening body fell the inch back to the metal lattice as she choked and sputtered and her widened eyes stared at the bare bulbs above her, the tears clouding her vision. He was over her quickly, just inches from his face, studying his victim’s first reaction to his treatment, delighting in her visceral fear - the once tough cop suddenly reduced to a begging, horrified young girl would soon be crying for her mother in incoherent sobs.

“Welcome to Hell, Detective McNeely,” he said slowly, as his calloused hand worked its way down her shaking midriff to the quivering, hot and wet gap between her long, spread legs. “We’re going to explore so much together… now where is that Tazer you tried to use on me earlier?”

[Navyrotor]

Detective Lori McNeely had walked into a trap…

With no backup, the young cop knew that her chances of survival were minimal, as she desperately searched her mind for anything to try to enunciate through her dental gag - anything at all to say, to evoke some semblance of pity from her captor… pity that she knew in her gut would never come. Her jaw still hurt from the massive cock that had been rammed into her hot, panting mouth for the last two hours, and as she begged incoherently, the tears began to flow onto the board behind her neck, and drip on to the hard, cold cement floor of the killer’s dank cellar, mixing with the semen that had exploded into her earlier, and run in rivulets down her neck.

It was a chamber of horrors, where numerous victims before Lori had been tortured for days, eventually begging to be killed to end their living tour of Hell itself. Now, as she heard the switches being clicked and the transformer spinning up, she gazed into the sadistic, black eyes of her tormentor. He placed a hand on the box’s rheostat and dialed it up to half power, his other hand hovering over the pulsating red button that would deliver a bolt of raw electric horror into her already throbbing tits and pussy. She screamed at him, a pitiful, gurgling involuntary cry that preceded the beginning of her long ordeal.

The button was depressed with an ominous click, as the mouth of the serial killer she had been seeking curled into an evil grin and he exhaled in pure, anticipatory ecstasy. A millisecond delay… then Detective McNeely’s body convulsed and shook as the voltage coursed through her, the bed springs creaking and the metal cuffs rattling at her ankles. It was enough to make the sexy brunette feel like her quivering body was being torn apart, and that she would lose her mind from the sheer agony of it.

He was practiced with the application of electricity, of course, and as the current abruptly stopped, Lori’s now glistening body fell the inch back to the metal lattice as she choked and sputtered and her widened eyes stared at the bare bulbs above her, the tears clouding her vision. He was over her quickly, just inches from her pretty face, studying his victim’s first reaction to his treatment, delighting in her visceral fear - the once tough cop suddenly reduced to a begging, horrified young girl who would soon be crying for her mother in incoherent sobs.

“Welcome to Hell, Detective McNeely,” he said slowly, as his calloused hand worked its way down her shaking midriff to the quivering, hot and wet gap between her long, spread legs. “We’re going to explore so much together… now where is that Tazer you tried to use on me earlier?”

[Navyrotor]

Detective Lori McNeely had walked into a trap…

With no backup, the young cop knew that her chances of survival were minimal, as she desperately searched her mind for anything to try to enunciate through her dental gag - anything at all to say, to evoke some semblance of pity from her captor… pity that she knew in her gut would never come. Her jaw still hurt from the massive cock that had been rammed into her hot, panting mouth for the last two hours, and as she begged incoherently, the tears began to flow onto the board behind her neck, and drip on to the hard, cold cement floor of the killer’s dank cellar, mixing with the semen that had exploded into her earlier, and run in rivulets down her neck.

It was a chamber of horrors, where numerous victims before Lori had been tortured for days, eventually begging to be killed to end their living tour of Hell itself. Now, as she heard the switches being clicked and the transformer spinning up, she gazed into the sadistic, black eyes of her tormentor. He placed a hand on the box’s rheostat and dialed it up to half power, his other hand hovering over the pulsating red button that would deliver a bolt of raw electric horror into her already throbbing tits and pussy. She screamed at him, a pitiful, gurgling involuntary cry that preceded the beginning of her long ordeal.

The button was depressed with an ominous click, as the mouth of the serial killer she had been seeking curled into an evil grin and he exhaled in pure, anticipatory ecstasy. A millisecond delay… then Detective McNeely’s body convulsed and shook as the voltage coursed through her, the bed springs creaking and the metal cuffs rattling at her ankles. It was enough to make the sexy brunette feel like her quivering body was being torn apart, and that she would lose her mind from the sheer agony of it.

He was practiced with the application of electricity, of course, and as the current abruptly stopped, Lori’s now glistening body fell the inch back to the metal lattice as she choked and sputtered and her widened eyes stared at the bare bulbs above her, the tears clouding her vision. He was over her quickly, just inches from her pretty face, studying his victim’s first reaction to his treatment, delighting in her visceral fear - the once tough cop suddenly reduced to a begging, horrified young girl who would soon be crying for her mother in incoherent sobs.

“Welcome to Hell, Detective McNeely,” he said slowly, as his calloused hand worked its way down her shaking midriff to the quivering, hot and wet gap between her long, spread legs. “We’re going to explore so much together… now where is that Tazer you tried to use on me earlier?”

[yyy02]

A couple of teaser pages (downsized) from Gary Roberts' "SS Prison Hell 2". https://www.dofantasy.com/english/XXroberts.htm

[Edukator]

A few more humiliating prison scenes with female wardress:

[MattWiser]

Hoa Lo Prison (the Hanoi Hilton) Hanoi, May 5, 1967....

USAF Nurse 1st Lt. Jordan Tyler had accepted a back-seat ride from her boyfriend, who flew O-1 observation planes. However, the plane drew fire from across the DMZ, and had crashed just north of the Ben Hai River, which separated North and South Vietnam. Her boyfriend had been killed by the North Vietnamese as they approached the wrecked plane, and Tyler had been captured. It had taken her 39 days to get to Hanoi, during which she had been repeatedly interrogated and rope-tortured for information and anti-war statements, as well as being...used on occasion by interrogators.

Now, the day after arriving in Hanoi, she had met the North Vietnamese officer she found out later to be the Cat, and his lackeys Rabbit and Pigeye. They had pressed her for information on the Da Nang air base as well as an anti-war statement for propaganda, but a full biography. She had refused again. 'Your choice. But it will be bad for you," the Cat had said through Rabbit, and though Pigeye favored the rope torture as she would soon find out, the Rabbit ordered her hung up by her heels to start things up...

[Bastinado]

This has the makings of a great story. I hope you will continue. What exactly is the “rope torture”?

[frankiefeet]

But where is some torture by bastinado, i.e. beating on the bare soles of the feet, meanly with a heavy rubber truncheon, but with any tool. I know this method is widely used by military dictatorships, but also by any secret services' interrogation officers. I wait some posts with images or even vidclips with this method. Thanks!

[wulf]

Hoa Lo Prison (the Hanoi Hilton) Hanoi, May 5, 1967....

USAF Nurse 1st Lt. Jordan Tyler had accepted a back-seat ride from her boyfriend, who flew O-1 observation planes. However, the plane drew fire from across the DMZ, and had crashed just north of the Ben Hai River, which separated North and South Vietnam. Her boyfriend had been killed by the North Vietnamese as they approached the wrecked plane, and Tyler had been captured. It had taken her 39 days to get to Hanoi, during which she had been repeatedly interrogated and rope-tortured for information and anti-war statements, as well as being...used on occasion by interrogators.

Now, the day after arriving in Hanoi, she had met the North Vietnamese officer she found out later to be the Cat, and his lackeys Rabbit and Pigeye. They had pressed her for information on the Da Nang air base as well as an anti-war statement for propaganda, but a full biography. She had refused again. 'Your choice. But it will be bad for you," the Cat had said through Rabbit, and though Pigeye favored the rope torture as she would soon find out, the Rabbit ordered her hung up by her heels to start things up...

A truly lovely story and a very nice image from SJ. Thanks for posting.

My guess on the rope torture question; Ropes wrapped around the upper arms behind the back and tightened like a tourniquet with a metal or wooden bar, until shoulders are dislocated.