Okay, here's what I have. It's not 100% original, but there are just a few words changed from the original, mostly in her electrotorture:theelectrician wrote: ↑Sun Nov 05, 2023 5:25 pm...just copy-paste the text into a message, there's no character limit. I once compiled all the Cortez stories from both websites into one document and posted it here, but lost it, what a pro move^^.
HOLIDAY IN MANTOK 2
posted 03/18/2003
[ Linda Martin’s capture is told in Holiday in Mantok Part One: Airport Search]
Holiday in Mantok: Part two - Maximum Pressure
by Cortez. All rights reserved.
'Zzzzzzzzz...’
‘Yaaaaah! No-no-no...please don’t...I d-don’t know anything...no, no...not
again! P-p-p-p-please...Aaaaaaaah!’
‘Zzzzzz...’
The babbled pleas of the nineteen year old girl strapped to the chair-like frame
dissolved into another shuddering scream as the machine hummed and the metal
clips buzzed softly. Her lithe, tanned body arched against the straps and the
copper claws gripping each nipple trembled and juggled as she shuddered in her
agony.
Teeth gleamed among the three men gathered round the torture frame; they grinned
and breathed heavily as the naked girl bucked and surged insanely against the
strong leather straps holding her in position. The General waited for a few
seconds, letting the current fizz through the already sore and swollen teats
before his finger flicked a silent order and the man at the table clicked the
chrome switch on the control box to ‘off’. General Mohan Telak watched the girl
flop back against the frame, taking another long, satisfied pull at his cigarette as he did so.
‘Still nothing more to tell us Linda...?’ The slim, immaculately uniformed
figure leaned forward, his voice quiet and soft with menace. His fingers
cradled the English girl’s left breast, lifting the ample globe like some
ripe fruit so he could inspect the peak more closely. The biting pressure
of the copper jaws of the electrode kept the whole length of Linda’s nipple
stretched out from the dark pink circle of the surrounding aureole.
He tugged the thin red wire attached to the shank of the clip so it jerked and
bobbed, the triangular teeth chewing a little deeper into the sensitive tip.
Beads of blood showed where the flesh bulged on either side of the jaws, flesh
already taut and shiny red, swollen from the effect of the electric current. He
stroked the engorged, dark pink circle of her aureole with one fingertip,
circling the copper clip very delicately and the girl shivered violently,
moaning in terror and anguish.
‘This stubbornness is foolish...so very foolish. My men have hardly started and
see what pain they have given you already.’ General Telak looked into the
pinioned teenager’s eyes, ‘perhaps one more little touch now Chang... just a
bit higher this time,’ he murmured softly. The man in the blue tee shirt
sitting at the table turned the pointer from 2 to 3 on the dial on the
controller. The girl’s eyes bulged in horror as she heard the crisp metallic
‘click’ of the switch then her body arched outwards from the straps as her
muscles convulsed in another spasm of agony.
‘Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz...!’
‘Naaaah-arrrrggggh!’
This time the man kept his hand on the controller, adjusting the setting very
delicately, listening to the girl’s screams so as to extract the maximum agony
from the current burning and scalding through her tits...after all he was a
specialist and always took pride in his work.
‘Click!’
The scream shuddered into a gasping, babbling whimper as the young, black-haired
student flopped back against the frame again, fighting for breath, chest heaving
frantically, her tanned skin gleaming and glistening with the sweat and terror
of her position. The General smiled as they allowed her a moment to recover.
The girl had no idea, no idea at all...after all they’d barely begun to tickle
her at all yet....
Only two hours before the pretty young tourist had been booking in for her
flight at Mantok International... Security had been watching every move made by
her rich, mysterious lover Selim...and they had the tapes of everything that had
happened in suite 568. Not just the wild fucking sessions with Selim... they’d
also taped the young English girl with the chambermaid, Anna... especially that
long, hot afternoon as Linda Martin used her tongue and her favourite vibrator
to make the twenty-two year old black woman come, and come again...until Selim
returned and Anna had joined them both on the big, king-sized bed.
With that kind of evidence the security police at the airport had enjoyed a free
hand playing with her...instilling a little discipline with a brisk caning
before giving their unwilling subject a good fucking.
That was before they checked the computer disc. Of course Linda told them it
must be Selim’s. But Selim was dead... and the General wanted answers.
Unfortunately for them both, Internal Security assumed that Linda Martin and
Anna Matuba might just know something...and making attractive young women talk
was always a stimulating and enjoyable part of the job for General Telak and his
men.
They’d hooded Linda at the airport and left her strictly alone for the drive
through Mantok. She’d been brave, biting her lip and trying to breathe slowly
and deeply so she didn’t panic as the car sped along. It was when they dragged
her into the big room at the back of the private and very secluded villa, and
took the hood off, that nineteen year Linda Martin broke down and began sobbing
and crying in terror.
At first she couldn’t see very well because the slatted blinds were down and the
edges of the room were in shadow. All the lights were turned inwards, glaring
down onto the bare tiled floor and it was only when they pushed her forwards
that she saw the obscene shapes of the different pieces of interrogation
apparatus and the three men waiting for her.
For her they were using the Chair... that’s what the Sergeant had called
it...but it was like no chair Linda Martin had ever seen. It was a bare frame,
a skeleton of steel tubes designed to hold a woman’s body open and exposed for
torture. Two upright poles formed the back; only six inches apart but rising
almost six feet high. Attached to them at waist height, the side bars angled
outwards so the front struts were nearly three feet apart. Everything about the
frame was strong and unbreakable; held together with industrial strength joints
and bolts so even the most intense convulsions were useless once the straps were
tightened.
First, they’d forced the sobbing nineteen year old to strip naked once more,
enjoying her tears and red flush of shame as they stood round her, commenting
crudely and obscenely about her breasts and how much her nipples stuck out; the
signs of wetness on her cunt lips... and the evidence of her earlier caning
branded across her bottom cheeks. Once she was naked they’d made her sit
astride the frame, thighs spread wide over the side bars, knees bent, feet
against the front legs and her back pressed against the vertical posts. The
general himself had lifted her arms, told her to hold onto the vertical tubes
high above her head...told her to keep still.
Once posed as he wanted, his men worked quickly strapping the teenager down.
Thighs first... the straps of soft black leather with heavy brass buckles,
carefully placed two to each side, the first high up almost in the crease of her
groin, the second just above each knee. Then two more to secure her lower legs
below each knee before all of them were tightened and adjusted, cinched up so
the leather sank into her flesh and the metal tubes of the frame cut against her
knees and into the underside of her thighs.
The general had let her hands go then, using one hand to caress the exposed
plump lips of her cunt so she jerked and whimpered, unable to close her legs or
protect her most sensitive places from her torturer’s touch. She’d tried to
grab his wrist but the Sergeant’s hand had smashed across her mouth and her arms
had been wrenched back up, high against the bars. The general had smiled and
nodded, satisfied with the tightness of the restraints and signaled for his men
to finish preparing the girl for her interrogation.
The last strap, wider than the others and running across the upper swell of her
chest, held her hard against the upright tubes. Finally, her wrists and ankles
were bound in place with tape, turn after unbreakable turn until she could
barely wriggle her hands and feet at all. The men were going to put a strap
round her head too, but the general stopped them... he wanted her to be able to
watch...and anticipate each new agony as they worked so carefully on her breasts
and genitals...it was more fun like that – for him.
‘Tell me about Selim’s contacts, who he met, who he mentioned...tell me about
the disc.’ The general said.
‘Don’t know anything...why don’t you bastards believe me! I told Captain Raman
at the airport...he was just a holiday friend. I met him in Bangkok and I came
here as his guest...I DON’T FUCKING KNOW HIS FRIE...!’
‘Thwuckkk!’
The length of black plastic pipe, weighted with bitumen and swung by the
grinning thuggish figure of the Sergeant, whirred through the air and cut across
Linda’s belly just beneath her jutting breasts with a vicious, wet sound.
‘Aaaaarrrggghh! You fucking perverts! Let me go!’
‘Dear me, it seems that Captain Raman’s lesson in manners didn’t work... All
right, Tomas...let me see a nice even set of stripes from there downwards...
make it a full ten to start with...’
‘Thwock... thwock... thwock... thwock...
thwock...’
‘Aaaaagggh! No-no-no-no-no-no-no...naaaagh. P-please...aaaah! Don’t
p-please... Yaaaarrrggghh!’
Sergeant Tomas grunted with the effort of each stroke as he swung the weighted
pipe against Linda Martin’s exposed abdomen. The thick red weals marched
downwards as she arched and screamed uselessly. He paused as the sixth stroke
brought an even louder squeal as it cut across the crease of her navel. The
next two were even worse as they sliced across the line of her hips and the top
of her mound.
‘Try up underneath for the last one Tomas...but don’t catch her nipples...’ The
girl strapped to the bars was too intent on her awful agony to bother with what
her torturers were saying. Then the last stroke sliced into the soft under
curves of her breasts and Linda’s world dissolved into white, blazing agony as
the full, high riding globes bounced and joggled from the force of the impact.
‘Yaaaarrrrgggghh...!’
‘Perhaps you will be more civil now,’ General Telak said quietly as the girl
writhed and sobbed in pain. ‘As I was saying, tell me about Selim... all the
details, please...’
‘Oh God! Oh God! Oh please...I told you I don’t know anything... he picked me
up in Bangkok... we stayed at the hotel...that’s all...I swear. You must
believe me... you MUST!’
‘Must...? You’re the lover of a wanted terrorist, he pays for you to stay in
the most expensive hotel in Mantok, and you are arrested while trying to flee
the country carrying a stolen computer disc with the most sensitive government
security information on it. Oh no, Miss Martin... no, I have no reason at all
to believe you.’ He looked at the ladder of thick weals, now turning a dark
purplish red, embossed down the girl’s tanned and toned abdomen, ‘I could tell
Sergeant Tomas to continue but his cane is somewhat crude...don’t you agree?’
He smiled unpleasantly at the shivering nineteen year old. ‘As you’ve probably
guessed from your position, with a young attractive woman there are so many
other delightful possibilities...’ Her eyes widened in horror as he stroked the
tip of one breast, smiling sadistically as her nipple roused and stiffened at
his expert touch. He moved his hand lower, stroking the line of the thigh strap
before running one finger through the close trimmed hairs on her mound.
‘Delightful possibilities,’ he repeated, and stroked his finger along the edge
of her slit.
‘Mantok is a blend of ancient and modern worlds... for you a modern approach...
to start with. Chang here is an expert in such matters.’ The general snapped
his fingers and Linda screamed again as she saw the man in tee shirt and jeans
uncoiling the wires from the machine on the table. The general took the
proffered copper clip and held it up, pressing finger and thumb together so the
viciously toothed jaws gaped open. ‘I suggest you conserve your strength, Miss
Martin... you will need it I assure you...’
He was right. For over half an hour since then the questioning had been quiet
and relentless... coaxing words whispered between the blazing agonies of the
electric shocks. Each time the man turned the current on again, the girl arched
and surged against the straps holding her down. In her spasms of agony the full
breasts bounced and flailed wildly...but the copper jaws held firm, gripping the
tender flesh of each nipple in a devilish vice of pain.
The click of the switch was lost in Linda’s screams but the effect was clear as
she collapsed against the metal frame. The general studied the swollen tips
again for a few moments. ‘I feel we should try somewhere else for a bit...don’t
want to scorch her tits too much yet...besides with the swelling, she’ll feel it
that much more when we start playing with them again.’
He waited while Chang unclipped the electrodes then brought the flat of his hand
round to slap the side of her face. ‘Wake up Miss Martin!’ He brought a second
piercing squeal from the girl as he flicked the end of her right nipple with one
finger. ‘Look, we’ve taken them off... just as you wanted...’ He grinned as the
girl’s face creased in pain and her teeth clamped down on her lower lip in a
vain effort to control the growing agony of returning circulation thudding and
burning through the sore and swollen peaks of her tortured breasts.
‘Nuuuh, huh, huuuh, aaaaah hurts... Oh fucking hell that hurts soooo much!’
Linda’s head rocked back and forwards as she tried to ride the pains shooting
through her abused nipples. General Telak grabbed her jaw and twisted her head
round to the side. ‘Listen, you silly little bitch... either talk now, or we
start tickling your cunt with the machine...’
‘Noooooooo! Don’t know ANYTHING...please! The only person he knew was the
maid... that’s how she joined in... She knew Selim already... he’d fucked her
before so he knew she liked girls too...’
General Telak smiled ‘Ah, how interesting...’ He moved away from the whimpering
figure and called the sergeant over. ‘We’ll go on playing with this one a bit
more. Then get the table out... tell Captain Raman that black cow from the
hotel has got some explaining to do...’
‘Let me go now...please, you know everything...stop hurting me... please!’
The general stroked the girl’s short black hair, wiping the beads of sweat away
from her forehead. ‘Oh no, Linda...I can call you Linda can’t I?’ He smiled
down sadistically, the hooded eyes quite cold and merciless as he studied the
straddled sweat-soaked figure of the girl. ‘Now it’s time to find out what
other little things you may have overlooked...,’ he paused and took a slim
pointed cylinder from his pocket. ‘Captain Raman tells me this is yours...
He smiled again at Linda’s horrified expression. ‘The electrodes work so much
better if the flesh is moist... and I’m told your little toy makes you nice and
wet...doesn’t it?’ He handed the ivory coloured vibrator to Chang who crouched
between her outstretched thighs staring at her exposed genitals with a grin of
sadistic anticipation.
The general looked at the panting girl, ‘I always enjoy watching young ladies
being forced to climax like this. Doesn’t matter what you do or how hard you
think of other things...Chang is going to make you come...and of course after
the pleasure...’ he left the sentence unfinished as Chang brought his hand up
between her straddled thighs and stroked the rounded tip of the vibrator along
the line of her slit...letting the frantic girl crane her head down so she could
watch every movement. When her eyes were firmly fixed on his right hand he
moved the tip inwards so the lips parted and bulged round it. He worked it
deeper until there was a jerk and a sudden convulsive gasp as the rounded tip
slipped into the opening of her vagina. His left hand pressed the vibrator’s
base...
‘Buzzzzzzzzzz’
‘Naaaaah...ah....aaah....hah p-please...d-d-d-d-don’t, please d-d-don’t... nuh,
aaah hah....ahhh!’
The note of the vibrator rose and fell as Chang twisted and turned it against
the soft delicate mouth of the girl’s vagina before moving the tip along the
edge of her cunt lips, teasing the outer folds so Linda arched back and her
gasps of excitement grew louder and faster. Absorbed in his work and listening
to the girl’s cries, Chang worked the vibrator delicately and skillfully around
the folds of her cunt for four or five minutes, bringing her on to a peak but
avoiding any contact with the little fleshy stub peeping out from the top of her
slit
‘Oooh... naah hah...pl-pl-please...oh yes...h-harder, please
harder...harrr-der!’
‘Yes, on her clit now... she’s very near,’ General Telak murmured, eyes alight
with excitement as he studied the girl’s ecstatic expression; the involuntary
fluttering of her abdominal muscles and the desperate bucking thrust of her
pelvis as the hornet-like buzzing of the vibrator pushed her to the very brink
of her orgasm.
Chang’s head bobbed obediently and the vibrator’s rounded point nuzzled the hood
and exposed bulb of Linda’s clitoris. The cries became a desperate pleasure
scream and the straps creaked again as the frantic girl arched and bucked in
ecstasy. Increasing the torment, Chang held her cunt lips apart with his other
hand; allowing the vibrator to work against her clitoris even more directly than
before and giving the teenager no chance to resist the onslaught. Barely a
minute later, both men heard her squeals turning into that familiar chanting
refrain as Linda Martin was brought to another surging climax by Chang’s expert
masturbation.
‘Naaaaah, Yaah, Yes...yes....oh God...Oh God...yes...I’m there...there...I’m
there...Oh yes... yes.... YESS! YES!’
‘Go on Chang...I think you’ll bring her off again with a little more attention
to her clit...’ the general murmured, caressing Linda’s sweat-streaked cheek.
‘Concentrate, Miss Martin...he’s going to make you come again now...’
His smile became wider as the girl’s eyes widened and her head shook in
desperate, useless denial. She squirmed as Chang stroked the buzzing cylinder
across her mound and along the outer edge of her cunt... keeping her aroused but
letting the spasms of her orgasm subside a little... building up the sensitivity
until he touched the pink, exposed bulb once....
‘Naaaaaaaah! Hah...haaa-aaah...nuh....nah p-please... pleee-aaaah-se!
D-d-don’t... kuh...kuh...k-k-can’t s-stand it......Aaaaaaaah!’
The screaming pleas were in vain. Less than five minutes after her first
climax, Linda Martin was screaming and bucking frantically once again as her own
vibrator was used to make her come a second time. Her fingers and toes
stretched and flexed in the ecstasy of coming while the muscles of her abdomen
shuddered and rippled as the spasms of her orgasm surged through her pinioned
body. Chang held up the slim, ivory coloured cylinder. The shaft...and his
fingers gleamed...sticky from the soaking folds of Linda’s cunt.
‘I think she’s wet enough for us now, sir,’ he grinned.
‘The outer lips to start with...make sure the clips can’t touch!’ General Telak
said quietly. ‘Linda, listen carefully...’ He waited as the girl’s eyes opened
and her breathing settled just a little...although her chest was still heaving
from the exertion of coming so hard twice in quick succession. ‘Ah yes...did
you feel Chang touching you again?’
He pushed her head forward. ‘Look, it’s time for you to talk to me again...
Chang is going to put the clips on your cunt this time...’
‘Aaaaarrgggh!’
...still a little sensitive I see.’ The general chuckled nastily as Chang let
the first of the vicious copper crocodile clips close on the plump outer lip on
the left side of Linda’s cunt. She screamed again as he snapped the second clip
into place...further back on the other side so there was no chance of a short
circuit. ‘Now... let’s see what else you can remember... start at 2 Chang.’
The noise was softer than the hornet whine of the vibrator, the ‘click’ of the
switch then a low humming buzz from the two copper electrodes pinching the
girl’s sticky, wet labia. Linda Martin was jerked rigid against the straps as
the current surged through her genitals, her sinews showing like wire cords
under her skin as her lips peeled back in a grimace of agony. For a few moments
all she could manage was a mumbled groan then a wild, animal squeal ripped
through the hot foetid air of the villa’s back room.
‘Nnnnnngggg.... yaaaarrrrrrrgggghhh!’
The current clicked off and the scream became a series of whooping, gasping
coughs as the girl fought for breath.
‘click’ ‘Naaarrrrggggggghhh!’
General Telak waited, not even trying to ask any questions as Chang sent burst
after burst of current fizzing into the girl’s dangling cunt lips. Each soft
click of the switch was followed by the jerking muscular surge; the outraged mew
of agony, and then finally another echoing and manic scream of agonised
desperation. Finally he held up one finger.
‘Miss Martin, Linda... we can go on doing this all day... do you want us to do
that?’ He watched the unfocused eyes and slack, dribbling mouth as the girl’s
head rolled limply from side to side. ‘Just tell me about Selim’s contacts...
who else did he meet... or phone?’
‘Tol jew...jus A-Anna...n-no calsh, didn’t use the f-f-phone...hash a
mobilsh...alwash wensh...’ the stumbling, slurred words died to a
whisper...’ousish...ouside to ush ish... Tol jew... noshing elsh...noshing...’
The general peered at the slumped figure. ‘She’s near the limit but I’m sure
we’re missing something. Unclip her... we’ll try one up the anus and a probe
then give her a break to think about the next session while we talk to the
chambermaid.’
Obedient to his master’s order’s Chang unclipped the copper electrodes and
coiled the red wires up then unplugged then from the control box. The new wires
ended in different terminals. One was a shiny copper bulb with an insulated
grip at the base. It looked like a giant baby’s dummy but was designed to be
pushed up into a victim’s rectum...the slim neck ensuring that it remained in
place and couldn’t be expelled. The terminal at the end of the other wire was a
thin, curved probe with a rounded tip. Like the bulb it was mounted on an
insulated handle...but this time the insulation extended down the shaft so only
the tip and a quarter of an inch of the thin copper electrode was exposed.
‘Oh God NOOOOO!’
Linda Martin screamed out in panic as she felt the dome of the copper bulb
nuzzling against the soft, wrinkled flesh of her anus. Chang deliberately
stroked the bulb along her slit so she cried out as it touched the horribly sore
places where the clips had rested. Then he pushed the bulb into her once
more...
‘Oh no...no...please, please it’s too big...please...aaaah h-hurt’s p-please
it’s going to s-split me. Please...please...ple....Narrrgggghhh!’
The two men smiled at each other as the girl seemed to lift impossibly against
her straps, eyes bulging in pain and her hands clenched white above her head as
the bulb popped up into the warm tunnel of her rectum. No need to hold it any
longer because her anus had clenched tight on the narrow neck forcing the
electrode inside and holding it firm. General Telak held up the slim curved
probe.
‘This comes next my dear...just imagine how much it will hurt when I touch this
to your clitoris...after all it’s so sensitive already, isn’t it... now, what
else can you remember...?’
‘No...no...no...please...no, I’ve told you everything...everything....ask
Anna...she’s the one...she knew him...ask her...please!’
‘Oh I will...in time, but first let’s concentrate on you...’ Chang clicked the
switch on the controller and Linda’s face distorted once more as she bucked
violently against the straps as General Telak touched the probe to the keyhole
at the top of her slit. ‘Take it up, Chang...try number four.’
This time, the General didn’t try and touch the wet folds of the girl’s exposed
genitals. With the delicacy of a surgeon he brought the tip of the probe nearer
and nearer the jutting bulb of her clitoris. Still millimetres away there was a
vicious ‘zzzzt!’ and a blue-white spark fizzed between the probe’s tip and the
taut pink surface of the girl’s clitoris.
‘Yaaarrrgggh!’
‘Zzzzzt!’ ‘Zzzzzt!’ ‘Zzzzzt!’ ‘Zzzzzt!’
‘Zzzzzt!’ ‘Zzzzzt!’
‘Aaaarrgggh! Nuh...nuh...nuh...Yeeeaaarrrggghh! Oh God plea...Naaarrrgghh!’
The general leaned closer and inserted the curved rod slowly into Linda Martin’s
vagina. The screams became even more manic as she surged and threshed
dementedly. He lovingly moved the rod inside her, stroking the copper electrode
across the mouth of her cervix and then down the inner wall of her cunt until he
could caress her g-spot with the tip.
The Englishwoman arched back, head thrown back between her arms so her
gaping mouth screamed at the ceiling of the room. No words were possible, just
a single animal sound of torment. The outthrust breasts jiggled and bounced excitingly
and drops of sweat flicked off her body in her convulsions. The rod twisted again
and Linda’s voice cut off in mid-scream as the overload became too much and
she fainted.
‘All right Chang I’ll...’ Captain Raman stamped to attention at the side of the
torture frame.
‘Sorry to interrupt General, but there’s a message from the Palace. His
Highness would like to have a word with you in person...as soon as possible.’
‘All right, Captain Raman, thank you.’ He looked at the unconscious figure
strapped to the frame. ‘Get this one back into a cell. See the doctor gives
her a stimulant. While I’m gone, you can start on the chambermaid, Anna. Miss
Martin says that she knew Selim already...had met him before for some regular
fucking games too. I’ve asked Sergeant Tomas to get the Table ready for
you.
‘Yessir! My pleasure.’
‘I’m sure it will be Captain... just make sure you get the information as well.’
Chang reached under the girl’s body and twisted and pulled the copper bulb of the
electrode still embedded in her anus. It came free with a sudden jerk and Linda
Martin lifted her head and screamed softly. She was still whimpering and twitching
in agony as two guards dragged her out of the room towards the cells.
[ Linda Martin’s capture is told in Holiday in Mantok Part One: Airport Search ]
Cortez
All Rights Reserved.
She did another AOH clip for hunter/gigi where she was tasered which I enjoyed as well. Think she also did some other electro stuff with kendra james that I didn't see except for previews.