The thing that was different for Susanna compared to other similar women was the country she lived in. It was ruled by a junta that had no respect for human rights. Coming under suspicion was very serious.

Susanna knew this, and was very careful about what she said and to whom. She was certain that the junta would eventually collapse, and democracy would be restored. So it seemed the best thing was to keep a low profile and wait. After all, she had a comfortable life, so she could afford to wait.

Things would probably have continued like this if a young girl called Cecilia had not come to see her. Cecilia was concerned about her brother who had been missing for a number of days. Susanna and Cecilia both knew what this probably meant. Cecilia wanted to know what legal actions she could take, as the police were being less than helpful.

Susanna was very wary about this, as she could see it had the potential to be dangerous. She decided to give Cecilia what information she could verbally. She did not make it official, so nothing was written down and no money changed hands.

Things didn't work out that way. Cecilia's constant hassling eventually pushed the patience of the police too far. They arrested her and took her for interrogation. After two days with an electric prod jammed up her vagina she had told them every name she knew. Unfortunately for Susanna, hers was one of them.

Susanna could still have got away with it. The police knew that not every name that was revealed during torture was significant. They did some background investigation to decide who to arrest. And it was here that Susanna was again unlucky.

Captain Alvarez worked for a unit within the police that investigated any anti-government activities. The department had a reputation for brutality, but whereas most of the people working for it just did what was necessary, Alvarez used it to indulge his sadistic fantasies. Consequently a large proportion of the people he arrested were attractive women. His superiors allowed him to do this, as he was very good at getting results, and they knew that fear and intimidation was a good way to control people.

When most men looked at a beautiful woman, they fantasized about sleeping with her. Alvarez imagined her screaming in agony, and he was in a unique position that allowed him to fulfil all these fantasies with nearly anyone he wanted. As a result mothers dropping their kids at school, waitresses in bars and cafes, shop assistants, flight attendants, bank employees, even friends of his sister he had lusted after for years found themselves screaming for mercy in the police cellars as Alvarez and his men brutally tortured and raped them. Stories of the horrific abuse they suffered spread round the department.

But the most famous story concerned Alvarez's own girlfriend. They had been living together for a couple of years. She had no idea of his real job, thinking he was a civil servant. As Alvarez was indulging his every sexual need at work he lost interest in her, and eventually she got fed up and moved out. He was livid, and accused her of having an affair, which she denied. The thought of her having sex with another man drove him mad, and eventually he decided to question her about it again, this time using methods he was more familiar with.

He arranged for her to be arrested, and soon she was screaming out a confession. Of course, with electrodes attached to her nipples and clitoris she would have confessed to anything to stop the pain. For two hours electricity raced through her most delicate and sensitive areas, areas Alvarez used to kiss and caress, until he was happy she had begged and pleaded for forgiveness enough. Then he said "Now your dirty cunt can have what it wants" and more than twenty of his men gang raped her.

She had been held in the police station for several weeks now, and every few days, when they hadn't arrested an attractive enough woman to warrant Alvarez's attention, he would visit her, and listen to her babbling and pleading as he once more clipped the electrodes to her nipples and clitoris, and as she was shrieking for mercy he would ask if she was sorry enough yet.

So when Alvarez opened Susanna's file and saw her picture, her fate was sealed. Susanna was one of the most beautiful women he had seen, with her long dark hair and perfect figure. He spent a while looking at it, then digested the rest of the information about her. Successful at school, attended university, even spent some time in America. And now a lawyer with a fat pay packet.

The more he looked at her, the more he wanted her. But she wasn't going to be a couple of days in the torture cellars before he got bored like most of the women. He was going to have her for weeks, her life would be a living hell, with no mercy and no end. She would beg for death. He studied her smiling face and imagined what it would look like begging for mercy as the electrodes were attached.

He knew she would. Everyone did. Sometimes it was hours, sometimes days, sometimes weeks. But he knew no woman could stand the tortures for ever. He hoped she was strong and would take a long time to break.

Picking the phone up, he spoke to his sergeant. "I think we need to question Susanna Martinez. Have her arrested".

Susanna Martinez walked back towards her car. It was a Wednesday evening, and her car was parked in the office car-park. As she approached the shiny new BMW, a car with blacked out windows pulled up alongside her.

Normally she would have been a bit concerned about this, but the car-park was protected by a security guard, so there didn't seem to be any reason to worry. Of course, the security guard knew exactly who the men were, and wasn't going to interfere.

The driver wound his window down. "Are you Susanna Martinez?"

"Yes" replied Susanna. The back door of the car opened, and 2 men got out. Before she realized what was happening, they had grabbed her arms and handcuffed her hands behind her back.

"What the hell are you doing?" she yelled, but the men said nothing. One of them produced a hood, which he pulled down over her head.

"Help, help, I'm being kidnapped" screamed Susanna, but her voice was muffled by the hood. Nobody would have helped anyway. Nobody wanted to get involved.

She was pushed into the back of the car, so she was sitting between the two men, and the car set off.

Susanna was scared. She knew exactly who these men were. The journey progressed in silence. She could hear the radio playing a Britney Spears song, which seemed very incongruous.

Susanna knew she hadn't done anything wrong, so she tried to convince herself it was all a mistake. Once they realized she was innocent, perhaps they would let her go.

The journey lasted some time, and eventually the car stopped. She heard the doors open, and then she was pulled from the car. A man on each side of her held her arms and guided her into a building. It was disorientating to be walking without any sight.

They led her through a door, and then stopped. She felt them undo the handcuffs, and she was pushed back into a chair. The hood was pulled from her head.

At first the light was so bright she couldn't see anything. She squeezed her eyes shut, and rubbed her wrists which were sore from the handcuffs. Gradually she could make out her surroundings.

She was in a very ordinary office, containing a desk with a chair behind it and some filing cabinets. There was a man sitting in the chair, and the three men who had been in the car were standing behind her, slouching against the wall.

The man behind the desk stood up, and walked to the front of the desk, sitting on the edge. He picked up a file, and read it. Finally he spoke.

"Are you Susanna Martinez?" asked Captain Alvarez.

"Yes" answered Susanna.

Captain Alvarez studied her closely. She was incredibly beautiful, with dark hair that fell past her shoulders, and luscious red lipstick. She was wearing a smart business suit. It was pale blue, and consisted of a jacket, with a skirt that came to just above her knees. Under the jacket was a white blouse. She had black open-toes sandals on, with high heels. Her toenails were perfectly manicured, and painted red to match her lips. She was perfectly turned out.

Susanna spoke first. "Why am I here?"

"We have been given information that suggests you may be indulging in activities that are not desirable"

"What information? I haven't done anything."

Captain Alvarez studied her. "You used to live in America?" he asked.

"Yes"

"For how long?"

"3 years" "What were you doing there?"

"I was studying law"

"What's wrong with studying law here?"

"I did that as well, but if you are a corporate lawyer you need to understand other legal systems"

"Are you going to co-operate with us, Miss Martinez?"

"Yes, I've got nothing to hide."

"Good. Let's see if you really are. I'm going to ask you a question, and we'll see by your answer if you are co-operating."

"I told you, I will, I haven't done anything"

Alvarez stared into her eyes. "What color panties are you wearing?"

Susanna was taken back by the question. "What's that got to do with anything?"

"So you are refusing to co-operate?"

"No, but that's got nothing to do with you."

"We decide what's to do with us. Refusing to answer the question shows you are not going to co-operate. I'll ask it again. What color panties are you wearing?"

Susanna swallowed. This was obviously designed to humiliate her, and give them a cheap thrill. She didn't like the implication that she was refusing to co-operate, and what that might lead to. Maybe if she let them have their fun, as she was completely innocent, they would then release her.

"Well, Miss Martinez?"

"White" she whispered.

"Louder, I didn't hear that."

"White" she repeated more clearly, her cheeks beginning to burn.

"I want to be absolutely sure of your answer. I want you to say "I am wearing white panties."

Susanna breathed deeply. "I am wearing white panties".

There were sniggers from the men behind her.

"Very good, Miss Martinez. I'm glad you"re co-operating. Now we need to check if you"re lying to us. I want you to stand up, raise your skirt and show us your panties".

Susanna felt her breathing quicken. Oh God, where was this going to go. She couldn't decide what to do.

"So you are lying to us?" Alvarez said.

Susanna decided there wasn't much choice but to do it. Maybe the further humiliation would be enough for them. She stood up, reached down to the hem of her skirt, and started to raise it. The men in the room were silent. Alvarez watched as the hem slowly rose, exposing Susanna's perfect legs. A small triangle of white appeared, and she stopped.

"Higher" said Alvarez.

She pulled the hem higher until the skirt was bunched around her waist, the brief white panties completely exposed, along with her flat, toned stomach. There was more sniggering behind her.

"Very good, Miss Martinez. Now, when you were in America, how did the CIA recruit you?"

"What?" exclaimed Susanna.

"I think you were recruited as a spy, and I want to know what your mission here is, and who else is involved."

"That's ridiculous, I've never done anything wrong."

"Yes, I can see from your record, not even a parking ticket. Too perfect, in fact, the record of someone who was keen to keep a low profile" "That's the most ridiculous thing I've heard. I am not a spy."

"Perhaps we'll continue this interrogation downstairs. I can see you"re not being very helpful" Continue downstairs. Such ordinary words, and yet so threatening. Susanna stared at him, still holding her skirt bunched round her waist.

"Before we go down, perhaps you"d like to remove your panties."

Susanna knew that all was now lost. Humiliation wasn't enough, they were going to keep her here. She wasn't going to give up without a fight.

Looking Alvarez straight in the eyes, she said "Fuck you."

Alvarez smiled, and made a sign to the men behind her. Something hard smashed into the small of her back. She screamed and fell to her knees. A figure moved in front of her, and a boot crashed into her stomach.

She couldn't even scream, the wind was driven from her. She clutched her stomach, writhing on the floor, tears filling her eyes.

A hand wrapped into her silky hair and pulled. Her scalp exploded in pain, she ineffectually tried to grab the hand to ease the agony.

"Come on, you cunt" one of them spat, and Susanna Martinez was dragged by her hair across the room and out of the door.

They moved down the corridor. Two of the men from the car in the front, the third dragging Susanna Martinez by her hair. She was holding his wrist, trying to ease the pain in her scalp. Captain Alvarez followed them, admiring Susanna's legs and the frequent flash of white panties as she struggled.

They reached a lift, and got into it. The man holding Susanna's hair released it, and she lay on the floor. Then one of the other men kicked her, hard, twice, in the stomach. She lay gasping and coughing as the doors shut and the lift went down. None of the men spoke, the only noise Susanna's retching.

When the lift stopped, the doors opened, and two of the men grabbed her arms, pulling her to her feet and then half dragging, half carrying her along another corridor. They went through a door at the end, and Susanna was again roughly thrown to the floor.

Captain Alvarez spoke. "Please get up, Miss Martinez".

Susanna lay on the floor, still winded. She yelled as a boot thudded into the small of her back, and a voice screamed "Get up, you cunt".

She pulled herself to her feet, her back and stomach sore from the kicks, and her scalp still tingling from being dragged by her hair. She surveyed the room. It was fairly small, with a few chairs dotted about. There was a table that had various implements on it, most of which she couldn't make out. But she could make out a pair of pliers, a thin cane, and a box with wires coming from it.

Worst of all were the ropes hanging from the ceiling and lying on the floor, with manacles attached. It was very obvious what happened in this room.

"Do you have anything to tell me about you and the CIA?" asked Alvarez.

"I have nothing to do with the CIA. I'm innocent. I don't know what else I can say."

Alvarez studied her. Her hair was now messed up, and her clothes were also disarrayed. But it made her look even more desirable. The thought of having her was almost too much to bear. But there was plenty of time.

"Many people have been in this room before you, and they have told us many things. Often things they said they didn't know. But it's amazing what people can remember with the right persuasion. You do realize, Miss Martinez, that you will not be leaving here until you have told us everything?

"I can't tell you something I don't know. How can I make you understand that?"

Alvarez smiled. "Very well, Miss Martinez. I have given you plenty of opportunity to co-operate. Now we will have to be less pleasant. Take off your clothes."

Susanna looked at him. She felt her heart speeding up, and a trickle of sweat running down her back. Oh God, what was she going to do? There was nothing she could say to them to make them stop. They were going to torture her, probably rape her, and she was helpless.

Except, she could refuse to make it easy for them. If they wanted her naked they would have to strip her themselves.

"Go fuck yourself" she spat.

Alvarez's smile widened into a bigger grin. He nodded, and two of the men moved forward. One of them grabbed Susanna round the waist from behind, pinning her right arm to her side. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so she couldn't move it.

The second man took her left arm, and held her little finger. He bent it back until pain shot up her arm, but then stopped. Susanna gasped.

"If you don't remove your clothes, Miss Martinez, we will break your finger. If you still won't do it we'll break another, and another, until all ten are useless flopping sticks. You probably can't imagine how painful it is to have all the fingers of your hand broken, and then have them pulled and squeezed. Now, are you going to take your clothes off, or do I tell him to break it?"

The man bent her little finger back further, causing another gasp from Susanna. What choice did she have? She would have to do it eventually. She was locked in a room with four men who not only didn't mind hurting her, but positively enjoyed it.

"OK, OK" she said "I'll do it."

The men released her and she rubbed her finger.

"We"re waiting, Miss Martinez" said Alvarez.

He watched as Susanna removed her jacket. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, pulled the tails out of her skirt, and dropped it on the floor. She was wearing a lacy white bra, which exposed most of her breasts. He could see a dark patch where her nipples showed through. She unzipped her skirt, and it slid down her long legs. Her white panties, which they had already seen, clung to her buttocks.

She paused, to see if they said anything, but nobody spoke. She knew what they wanted, so she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, pulling it from her breasts and dropping it to the floor.

She put one arm across her breasts, then Alvarez spoke "That will do. Put your hands on your head."

Susanna's heart was now beating so fast she thought it might explode. She put her hands on her head, her face scarlet with shame. The movement caused her breasts to rise.

Alvarez studied her. She was standing in only her tiny panties and high-heeled shoes. Her breasts were not large, but were perfectly formed and without any sag. The nipples were dark against her pale, but tanned, skin.

"I think you can keep the panties and shoes on. It makes you look more like a slut in a magazine" proclaimed Alvarez. The men laughed. Susanna was completely humiliated, she knew she was just there as their plaything.

"String her up" said Alvarez.

She was grabbed and pulled over to the hanging ropes. The manacles from the ceiling ropes were fastened on her wrists, and the ones on the floor were fastened to her ankles. Then one of the men turned a handle on the wall, and she felt her arms being pulled up.

She tried to resist, but it was impossible. Her arms stretched above her head, but the pulling continued, and her feet left the floor. Eventually the ropes tying her ankles to the floor became taught, but the pulling continued until she was stretched taut, spread-eagled in the air, all her weight held by her arms. Her shoulders were strained.

Alvarez walked over to her. She was an incredibly beautiful woman, but now looked even more beautiful. Her breasts were stretched taut, her already flat stomach was also stretched taut. There was nothing so erotic as a woman in this position.

Susanna closed her eyes. She could only move her fingers, toes and head. She was completely helpless. They could do anything they wanted to her. She felt Alvarez touch her stomach and flinched. His fingers traced down her stomach to the waist band of her panties. Working them underneath, he pulled the elastic down until some pubic hairs were visible over the top.

His hands moved to her breasts, and as he lightly stroked her nipples, smiling as they began to erect, he said "So, Miss Martinez, let's hear all about your traitorous activities for the CIA."

He continued to gently stroke her nipples. He rolled them between his thumb and forefinger, and ever so slightly scratched a nail across the sensitive tips.

Susanna tried hard to ignore the sensations, his touch made her skin crawl, but there was nothing she could do to stop the automatic hardening. Although her breasts weren't particularly large, she did have large nipples.

Alvarez watched her face closely, a slight grin curling his mouth. Once her nipples were as hard as he thought they were going to get, he released them and walked over to the table. He picked up 2 small clips, and walked back to Susanna.

The clips had rows of small sharp teeth. They were attached to long wires that trailed across the floor. Susanna stared at them with great apprehension. Slowly, very slowly, Alvarez moved one of the clips to her left breast. He squeezed the end of the clip, and the jaws opened.

Susanna's breathing increased as the mouth of the clip was positioned over her left nipple, and then slowly closed. She gasped and drew in a breath as the wicked teeth bit into the sensitive flesh.

Alvarez smiled even more, as he carefully repeated the process and attached the second clip to her right nipple. He then took each clip between his thumbs and forefingers, and squeezed. The small teeth bit deeply into Susanna's nipples, and she closed her eyes and ground her teeth together to stop crying out.

Alvarez released the clips, and stood back. "I think Miss Martinez needs to go up another couple of notches" he said to one of the men.

The man moved to the wall, and turned the handle. The ropes attached to Susanna's wrists moved further up, stretching her even more. When he stopped, Susanna could feel the pulling and tension in her shoulders and hips. Her wrists and ankles ached from the manacles around them. She had thought she was helpless before, but now she really was incapable of any movement.

Alvarez moved towards her again, and traced his fingers down her stomach. She tried to suck her stomach in, but it was pulled so tightly there was nothing she could do. His fingers moved down to her panties, then across the soft white material stretched across her hips. He slid them between her parted thighs, and stroked them lightly back and forwards across her labia.

Leaning very close to her face, he spoke softly.

"Before we begin, Miss Martinez, let's be sure we fully understand each other. Nobody knows you are here. Nobody will ever know you are here unless we decide to tell them. Nothing can save you except you providing the information we want.

"This is not a nice place for an attractive young woman like yourself. We deal with traitors as they should be dealt with. We will cause you more pain than you can possibly imagine, and it will continue for hours, for days, for weeks, for months, until you have told us everything. It doesn't matter to us how long it takes, or how long you can be brave for."

"No woman can resist what will happen to you here. You will tell us eventually, whether it's now or next month doesn't matter. Eventually you will long for death, but there will be no release. A fit young woman like yourself will last a very long time. Every day will bring nothing but suffering and degradation for you."

Alvarez had continued stroking between her legs while talking, and was now pushing the tip of his finger into her vagina. His hands were still outside her panties, so the material was being bunched and pushed inside her.

"So once again Miss Martinez, tell us about you and the CIA."

Susanna was very scared. She was beginning to sweat, and she knew there was nothing she could say to stop this. Alvarez would do whatever he wanted to her, she couldn't stop him. She said nothing, but closed her eyes.

Alvarez stood back and nodded to the man by the electrical control box. He moved a switch, and the current flowed into Susanna's nipples. Despite the tension of her bonds, she managed to jerk as the pain hit her. It flowed out from her sensitive nipples, and she squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip until she tasted blood.

But she didn't give the bastards the satisfaction of screaming. The pain hadn't been quite as bad as she had expected. Perhaps she could stand it after all.

When the current stopped, she realized she hadn't breathed while it was on, and exhaled in a big gasp.

Alvarez spoke. "That was the merest tickle, Miss Martinez, for only 3 seconds. Let's try a little more."

The current came on again, stronger, and this time Susanna couldn't help crying out.

When it stopped, Alvarez put his mouth close to her ear. "Ready yet, Miss Martinez?"

"Fuck you" spat Susanna.

Alvarez smiled, "Later, Miss Martinez. Let's concentrate on the CIA."

This time Susanna screamed a lot as the electricity tore through her nipples. Alvarez felt himself getting hard. There was so much to be done with the beautiful Susanna Martinez.

The splash of ice cold water brought Susanna Martinez back to consciousness. As she coughed and spluttered to clear the water that had gone up her nose, the horror of her situation gradually came back to her.

She was still hanging in her bonds, suspended from the ceiling by her arms, spread-eagled. Her shoulders were on fire from having to support her weight for so long, and her arms and hands were numb as they had been held above her head for some time.

Her breasts ached, and her nipples throbbed from the electricity that had so often gone through them. The vicious serrated clamps were still biting into her nipples, and she realized her ordeal was far from over.

She had no idea how long she had been here. Electricity had been passed through her breasts many times. Sometimes small shocks that caused her to gasp and bite her lips, and sometimes powerful shocks that made her scream and scream, jerking in her bonds, eyes rolling back in her head until she almost lost consciousness.

Almost. Captain Alvarez made sure the power was cut just before the welcoming blackness enveloped her. Then Susanna would hang limply, head rolled forward, gasping for breath, tears streaming from her eyes, while he questioned her about her involvement with the CIA, and asked for names of her accomplices.

When Alvarez was sure she was fully aware of what was happening, and he could see the fear returning to her eyes, then, and only then, would he signal for the electricity again. Sometimes this could be fifteen, twenty minutes. She would look at him, smiling evilly at her, knowing that any second he would cause more pain than she had ever known to tear through her breasts.

Time had lost all meaning. She could have been here minutes or days. She had no idea.

Eventually, though, she did lose consciousness and her last thought was thank God, relief at last.

Alvarez was standing in front of her. He was smiling as always.

"Well, Miss Martinez, I am glad you are with us again. As you can see, fainting will not save you. No matter how many times you pass out, we will revive you and continue. There is no end to your suffering until you tell us everything. What is your mission for the CIA?"

Susanna spoke, her voice sounding strange as her throat was sore from the screaming. "I don't know anything about the CIA. It doesn't matter what you do to me, I can't tell you anythi....."

Her words were cut short as the current came on. She stiffened, her mouth open in a silent scream as the sensitive tips of her breasts felt like they were being torn off. The current was on for a full 30 seconds before it finally ended.

Alvarez walked up to her and stood very close. He spoke quietly, in a voice so calm it was loaded with threat. "You are being very silly, Miss Martinez. Last week you were a hot-shot lawyer with a fancy car, now you are a piece of meat to be tortured until you are broken. You have suffered nothing yet."

Alvarez looked into her face. Her eyes were red-rimmed from crying, and tears were leaking from the corners. Her lips were flecked with spots of blood where she had bitten into them during the shocks. Her hair was soaking, plastered to her head, mostly from the water thrown over her to revive her, but it had already been wet with sweat.

Without taking his eyes off her face, Alvarez reached forward. She felt his fingers move under the waistband of her panties, and then he slowly pulled them down, until they were mid-thigh, a small line of white stretched taught due to the spread of her legs.

Still without taking his gaze from her face, he moved his hands to the clamps and removed them from her nipples. Susanna gasped as the small teeth relinquished their grip, leaving small red dots in the swollen flesh. Scorch marks also decorated the hard nipples.

"Let's put these clips somewhere a bit more personal" he smiled, and as he crouched down, and she felt his fingers move through her pubic hair, she sobbed. He carefully parted her labia, and then taking one inner lip between his fingers closed the clamp over it. Susanna gasped again, but clenched her teeth and screwed her eyes shut to avoid crying out.

Alvarez then slowly stroked his finger over her clitoris, feeling for the engorgement as the nerve endings came alive. When he was satisfied with its hardness, he pulled back the protective hood and closed the clamp over it, making sure the wicked teeth had bit deeply.

The pain was intense, but Susanna knew it was nothing compared to what was to come. Alvarez stayed crouching, and ran his hands up and down the insides of Susanna's thighs. They were soft and smooth, with toned muscles underneath. He studied her genitals, framed by her well trimmed pubic hair, and now adorned with the clamps. One lip was pulled down from the weight of the clamp attached to it, and the second clamp could almost be floating amongst the soft hairs. But Alvarez knew it was biting into the most sensitive part of her body.

He stood up and whispered to Susanna "You'll soon be praying for them back on your tits."

He laughed, along with the other men, then stood back. Susanna stared at him, and he was pleased to see fear and defiance in her eyes. Such a beautiful combination, and so exciting when the defiance was eventually turned to pleading. Which he knew it would be.

"Do you have anything to say, Miss Martinez, or do we tickle your pretty little cunt with a nice electric shock? Can you imagine how painful it is going to be? How long do you think it will be before you beg us to stop? Before you tell us everything?"

Susanna said nothing. Surely it couldn't be worse than what she had already suffered?

Alvarez smiled broadly, and spoke to the men. "Gag her."

Susanna was surprised by this. Why did he want to gag her? Two of the men moved efficiently. They went behind her, and one of them grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, and then clamping his fingers over her nose. She had to open her mouth to breath. The second man forced a large gag into her mouth, and then it was fastened behind her head.

It was no ordinary gag though. It was a ball of metal, covered with small spikes. They were not too sharp, but enough to be very painful inside her sensitive mouth. It was big, forcing her mouth uncomfortably wide, and almost immediately she could feel herself drooling down the sides of her chin.

Alvarez spoke again. "I'm not going to bother asking you any questions for a while. We"re going to take you to hell and there is nothing you can do to stop us. When we have decided you have had enough, we will then question you again. If you still won't answer, well, it will just happen again. And again. Are you ready, Miss Martinez?"

Susanna was breathing noisily though her nose. Her body was covered in sweat, it ran down her breasts and collected on her nipples before dripping to the floor. The salt stung the tiny puncture wounds left by the clamps. There was nothing she could do to stop them - she couldn't even lie to end it.

And then the current came on, and Susanna realized as it speared through her sex that what she had felt before was nothing. Her whole body was consumed by the pain, she couldn't even scream, just mewl around the gag. When the current stopped, her genitals were throbbing and burning. She gasped through her nose, snot dripping out, breasts rising and falling as she tried to get enough air, and then the electricity was on again, worse this time, stronger, longer and she prayed for death. She hardly noticed the warm urine spurting down her legs as she lost control of her bladder.

It was four hours later that Alvarez decided Susanna had had enough. She fainted several times but had been revived so they could continue. But the time they finished Alvarez could see that her eyes were no longer focusing properly. He wanted her fully aware of everything that he was doing to her.

He spoke to his men. "Take her to a cell and let her rest. Tomorrow we'll continue her interrogation. And I think maybe we'll ask her to perform for us this time."

The men laughed. They all knew what this meant.

Susanna came to on the cold concrete floor of a small cell. She blinked her eyes to clear them, and then slowly rolled onto her back. Her mouth was dry, and stabs of pain came from the small injuries caused by the spiked gag.

As she moved, she found the pain in her shoulders made it difficult to control her arms. She managed to sit up, and looked down at her breasts. The nipples were swollen and red, and when she tentatively touched them she found they were very sore. There was an aching pain between her legs, and spreading them apart she carefully explored her genitals. Although painful, they didn't hurt too much.

She looked around the cell. It was a bare room, very small, with nothing but a metal bucket in the corner. She realized that she was now completely naked, her shoes and panties had gone, and even her rings and earrings had been removed. She thought back to what had happened, and couldn't help a few tears appearing.

She couldn't understand why she had been arrested. She had never done anything wrong, and had no information to give her interrogators. Her mind spun, trying to think of how she could escape from this dreadful situation. Maybe one of the partners at her law firm would be able to rescue her. But she knew that would never happen, everyone would be too afraid.

She had a sister who would eventually miss her, but probably not for some time. She wasn't in very regular contact with her. The situation seemed hopeless, and she couldn't help thinking about the threats Captain Alvarez had made - weeks of torture with no end in sight. How she could possibly stand it?

She moved over to the bucket, and urinated into it. This was humiliating, and she couldn't help thinking someone might be watching her. Then she sat against the wall, and dozed off.

She was woken by the sound of the door opening. Her heart pounded as two of the men entered, and reached down to pull her to her feet. She cried out as the pain in her shoulders flared up, but the men ignored her and dragged her out the door and down the corridor.

They led her into a different room from previously, and she was pushed into a high backed chair in the middle. Susanna felt the fear in her stomach as Captain Alvarez spoke to her.

"Good morning, Miss Martinez. I trust you are rested and have re-considered your decision to be un-cooperative"

Susanna put one arm across her breasts to hide them, and pressed the other hand into her lap to cover her genitals. She realized how ridiculous it was, as she was sitting naked surrounded by fully clothed men who had already seen her spread-eagled, screaming as they passed electricity through her most sensitive areas. If they wanted to see her breasts they could certainly do it.

She answered Alvarez. "I have been co-operating, I don't know anything about the CIA, I can't tell you things I don't know"

Alvarez smiled at her. "I'm surprised you are still being so difficult. Obviously yesterdays demonstration of what we can and will do to you wasn't sufficient. Did you enjoy yesterday? Did it get you wet?"

"Of course I didn't enjoy it. I don't know anything about the CIA. What can I do to convince you of that? Don't you think I would have told you everything by now if I could?"

"You obviously still think we"re stupid, Miss Martinez. Pretending to be innocent is what you"re taught to do by the CIA if you"re captured. You hope we will believe you and let you go. If you tell us that you do know, but are refusing to answer, then you know we will continue torturing you until you break. Well, we are wise to that ploy. We've had many women in here who were much braver than you, but they always tell us what we want eventually. And so will you."

He was quiet for a while, and looked at her face - eyes swollen from crying, hair now matted and messed up. Finally he spoke again. "What is your mission for the CIA, Miss Martinez? Are you going to answer, or do you want us to continue?"

Susanna fought back the tears, she was very afraid, but she had nothing to say to help herself. "Please" she said, "I don't know anything. Please let me go."

Suddenly her head exploded in pain as the one of the men punched her full in the face. She felt her nose crack, and blood spurted out. The force of the blow knocked her chair over backwards, and she landed heavily, banging her head on the hard floor. Lights flashed before her eyes.

The men grabbed her arms, and dragged her across the room to a horizontal bar standing on two legs concreted into the floor. They bent her forward over the bar, with it pressing into her stomach, and pulled her arms out to each side where they were manacled to the bottom of the upright beams. Her legs were pulled apart, and her ankles also manacled to the same beams. This left her bent over the bar, doubled up, arms and legs spread apart and secured next to each other.

The bar was adjusted upwards, until only her toes were touching the ground, her weight painfully resting on the bar which was pressed into her stomach. Breathing was difficult, and blood rushed to her head. Blood was trickling from her nose, and as her head was upside down it was running up her nose causing her to swallow and splutter to clear it. Her hair dangled towards the floor.

Alvarez crouched by her head, and grabbed a handful of hair, pulling her head painfully up so she had to look towards him. In his other hand he was holding a thin, flexible rod.

"As you"re being such a naughty girl, Miss Martinez, we"re going to give you a good spanking. You probably like being spanked by your boyfriend, but I can assure you it won't be anything like this. This rod will tear your flesh apart until you are begging for it to end. Your buttocks will be so sore, the touch of a feather will make you scream, but we'll still be using this rod without mercy. Do you have anything to tell me yet?"

"Please" said Susanna, but before she could say anything further Alvarez twisted her broken nose, causing her to yell and a fresh spurt of blood to run down her face, getting into her eyes and dripping down her hair to the floor.

Alvarez released her hair, and walked behind her handing the rod to one of the men. He looked at her bent over the bar, in one of the most humiliating positions a woman could be in, buttocks uppermost, anus and genitals fully exposed by the spread of her legs.

He nodded to the man with the rod, and Susanna heard the whistle through the air before it slashed across her buttocks. The pain was intense, she jerked in the bonds and couldn't help crying out. The second stroke came soon afterwards, and landed lower on her buttocks. Again she screamed and jerked, spitting blood from her mouth and clenching her fingers and toes. The bar cut even more painfully into her stomach. "Not so fast" said Alvarez. "We want Miss Martinez to enjoy this to the full. Give her 20 strokes, at one minute intervals."

The third stroke landed on the sensitive crease where her thighs met her buttocks. Susanna howled in pain, thrashing on the bar, gasping for breath, and then waiting in dread for the next stroke which seemed to take an eternity to arrive. Then there was the brief warning of the swish before the rod bit into the backs of her thighs.

Alvarez watched the torture of the unfortunate Susanna with mounting excitement. He got hard as her screams grew more desperate, and the rod left vivid red stripes wherever it landed. Her screams were particularly intense when one stroke cut across others, flecks of blood spitting out where the skin broke, or when the tip curled between her buttocks to strike her sensitive anus or labia.

After the allotted 20 strokes, which seemed to have taken a week to Susanna, the beating stopped. Susanna was sobbing continuously. Her buttocks and thighs were dotted with trickles of blood. Alvarez walked towards her and stroked his fingers along the raw welts. Susanna stiffened and cried out, but then screamed in fresh pain when one of the men handed Alvarez some salt which he spread liberally over her wounded buttocks and thighs.

"Do you have anything to tell me yet, Miss Martinez?"

Susanna said nothing. Alvarez smiled. "Very well, Miss Martinez. As we"re in a good mood today, we"re going to make things very easy for you. You"re going to suck all our cocks. We could, of course, force you to do this. But you"re going to do it willingly. In fact, you"re going to beg us to let you do it. Until you do beg us, we are going to continue beating you. You will get five strokes, after which I will ask you if you"re ready to co-operate. If you refuse to answer quickly enough, we will give you another five strokes. And so on. And we will make sure that the area between your pretty legs gets a lot of attention from the rod, with frequent applications of the salt to make things even more interesting."

Alvarez stood back so he could see Susanna's upside down head between her legs. "Do you have anything to say, Miss Martinez?"

"Fuck you, you bastards" screamed Susanna.

The rod slid up and down her striped buttocks, before slashing into them, making her shriek and yell, and Alvarez couldn't help stroking himself lightly through his trousers. It was going to be a long day for Susanna Martinez.

She was in hell. That could be the only explanation. This must be retribution from God for being a non believer. She wished she"d gone to church more often.

The memory of yesterday's beating was fresh in her mind. The wounds left by the rod were still throbbing and aching. Alvarez had been right. Of course she had to do anything he wanted eventually. She had no idea how many extra strokes she had taken across her buttocks and thighs. After every five, Alvarez asked if she was ready to suck their cocks. She kept refusing, but she realized the only way to end the beating was to give in. Alvarez wasn't bothered one way or the other. If she gave in, he won. If she didn't give in, the torture continued - either way he was happy.

He was also right about the way her buttocks would become so sensitive. Alvarez lightly stroking his fingers over the raised welts, making her scream, and all the time she knew the rod would be slashing into them again. The men laughing at her, enjoying her suffering.

But although she knew she would have to give in eventually, she was determined to hold out as long as possible. It wasn't until Alvarez ordered a change that her will was completely broken.

The man with the rod fetched a small step ladder, and placed it by her head. He climbed a couple of steps, and Susanna tried to work out what he was doing. And then the full horror became apparent as he slashed the rod down the crease of her buttocks. It made a sonorous slapping sound as it struck her anus, the tip curling round to tear into her spread genitals. Susanna howled and screamed and bucked against her bonds as the next four strokes landed on the same spot, the wicked tip opening wounds in her sensitive labia.

She knew she had to give in, and as Alvarez lifted her head by her sopping hair, so he could gaze smiling into her tear stained face, she said she would suck their cocks.

Then she screamed even more as the rod landed another five times down the crease of her buttocks, and this time when Alvarez spoke to her he explained that she hadn't begged. So she begged. Please, please, please anything, please stop.

But the smiling Alvarez decided she wasn't convincing enough yet. So four more times he ordered the rod to go to work. Twenty more strokes. Each set of five separated by Alvarez rubbing salt into her swollen and bruised labia. Carefully spreading open the small cuts to make sure she felt the full effect.

Crying and sobbing like a baby, she was released from the frame and pushed to her knees in front of the men. Alvarez first. Then the others. Five in total.

Fortunately for Susanna, they were very excited by this time, so almost as soon as her warm wet mouth enveloped them they were grabbing her hair and thrusting their hips. Exploding into her mouth. Forcing her to swallow.

As she lay exhausted on the floor, sperm dribbling down her face, she prayed it was over. But it wasn't. Still excited by her begging and pleading, they pushed her onto her back and pulled her legs apart so they could all rape her. Once again Alvarez was first, thrusting painfully into her and causing her to cry out. He spat into her face, and constantly spoke to her, calling her a whore and promising this was just the beginning. The other men were just as vicious, pulling her nipples and hair and slapping her face. Then she was dragged to a cell and left on the floor.

In the morning she had been pulled from her cell, and placed where she was now.

She was sitting astride a narrow metal bar which cut deeply into her groin. Cords had been tied round her toes, and then attached to rings on the floor, pulled tight so her legs were spread and her weight was pulled down onto the bar. Her wrists had been tied together behind her back, and her elbows as well, so that her shoulders were pulled painfully back. More cord round her thumbs had been tied to a post behind her, pulling her arms out and up, so that her body was tipped forward, more of her weight resting on her sensitive clitoris.

Vicious clamps had been screwed tightly to her nipples, and then attached by string to a pole in front of her. This had been pulled taught so her nipples were stretched out, her breasts elongated. A rope had been wound into her hair, and then attached to her wrists so her head was pulled back forcing her to look up at the ceiling. And finally a large ring gag had been fitted behind her teeth, keeping her mouth wide open.

Every part of her body was screaming out in pain. Pain speared up through her groin, the slightest movement caused her to yell.

The door opened, and she heard footsteps. She couldn't see who it was but she was sure it would be Alvarez. He had visited her several times since she had been left here.

She felt his hand stroke her flat stomach, and she jerked at the touch. This caused pain everywhere - her groin, shoulders, toes, fingers, scalp, nipples. Her life was one big misery.

Alvarez ran his fingers down to her pubic hair and stroked the soft hairs.

"Well, Miss Martinez, things really don't look good for you do they? This is still only the beginning. And you still have so much to tell us about your traitorous activities. I think you should really consider co-operating if you want all this to end."

He moved away, and Susanna's heart pounded. She turned her eyes trying to see what he was doing. On his previous visits he had found some other ways to torture her while she was held so helpless. Sometimes with an electric prod pressed to her most sensitive areas, one time by turning on a hose which he directed into her open mouth, almost drowning her. Another time with cigarettes which he used on her breasts.

This time he approached her holding a pair of pliers. She whimpered as he grasped a few pubic hairs, then ripped them out.

"You've been on the bar for about five hours, Miss Martinez. I think the record is thirty-six hours. She was one unhappy lady when we took her down. And she certainly screamed a lot when we took turns fucking her."

Alvarez chuckled at the memory. "Anyway, it's a little while until you will have the chance to tell me about the CIA. Until then, just enjoy yourself."

The cell echoed to the sounds of Susanna's muffled screams as Alvarez used the pliers on the insides of her thighs and her breasts.

The men dragged Susanna Martinez down the corridor and into a room. It could have been a room she had been in before, she had no idea. In the center was a chair. Or to be more accurate, a chair frame.

It was constructed of metal tubing, and had no seat or back, but did have arms. They pulled Susanna to it, and pushed her down into it. Her arms were pulled over the back, and straps were put round her wrists attaching them to a bar low down. Her legs were lifted over the arms, and straps on her ankles were secured to the back of the chair. She was in fact hanging, her weight on her shoulders and the backs of her knees. Her legs were spread wide apart.

Although it was uncomfortable, it was much better than the bar she had been forced to straddle for what seemed like weeks, but was only hours. Since her arrest she had been given very little water or food, and she was now hungry and dehydrated. She had slept very little, and was so tired that even in uncomfortable positions like this she felt like sleeping. She was close to the point of not caring about anything, except an end to her suffering.

Captain Alvarez was sitting opposite her in another chair. He, of course, was well fed and relaxed, and was not about to make life any easier for Susanna. He studied her carefully.

Compared to the smart young woman who had been arrested a few days ago, she looked very different. Her hair was now matted and messy, and no longer glossy and perfectly arranged. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying and lack of sleep, and there was still some blood around her nose which had spilled out when it was broken.

Her body was now covered with marks of torture. Small, round, red blisters from cigarettes were dotted over her breasts and stomach. Her nipples were dark and swollen, and her stomach and thighs were covered with angry red marks from pliers. For Alvarez, though, she looked more beautiful than ever.

"So, Miss Martinez, let's see how co-operative you"re going to be today. Let's hear about the CIA."

Susanna groaned. She would happily tell him about the CIA to end her pain, but there was nothing to tell. What could she say to free herself from this nightmare? "Please, I don't know anything about it. Please. Let me go."

"You are a traitor, Miss Martinez. You lived in America, and now you have come back here to overthrow our government under instructions from the CIA. Your only hope of release is to tell us everything."

"I DON"T KNOW ANYTHING" screamed Susanna.

One of the men moved forward. He was holding an electric prod which he pressed to her navel, and then activated. Susanna screamed and arched upwards as the current flowed into her stomach. He held it in place for five seconds, before removing it. Susanna slumped back down, gasping and breathing heavily. "Please" she whimpered.

How much more of this could she stand? Surely soon her body would give up and she would die? It would be a release, anything was better than to be a plaything for these madmen.

"Surely by now you have realized you can't fool us? We know you are a traitor and you will be treated as such until you have told us everything."

The man touched the prod to her right nipple and again Susanna screamed and jerked in agony.

"Tell us about your mission."

Without waiting for a reply, the man crouched in front of her. He reached between her wide spread thighs, and she felt him parting her labia.

"Please, please" she whimpered. She knew it was useless, but what else could she say? She had to try and do something to end the torture.

She felt the cold prod press against her vulva, and then it slid slowly into her vagina. It wasn't too large, but as she was completely dry it was still painful as it entered her. She moaned as it moved upwards, and then screamed as the man rammed it into her as hard as he could. He pulled it out, until just the tip still penetrated her, and then rammed it back in again. He repeated this several times, making sure she was made tender as the harsh metal scraped along the sensitive walls of her vagina.

When he was sure the metal contacts were pressed firmly against her cervix, he pressed the button. The pain was indescribable. Although they had used electric shocks on her before, this was the first time the electrode had been inserted into her vagina. The pain exploded up from her insides, she screamed, and thrashed around, and screamed some more. She prayed for anything to happen that would end it, anything at all.

When it stopped, she slumped, mouth open, gasping in air, drool trickling down her chin, snot running from her nose. She sobbed and cried, tears trickling from her eyes. She couldn't even speak to beg.

And then it came on again. Surely it was even worse? It lasted a lifetime, her muscles stretched and contorted as the current seared through her. Blackness started to envelop her, and she thought, please God, let me die.

But of course, Alvarez and his men were far too experienced to let that happen. When they revived her, with cold water, smelling salts and slaps round the face, and she realized she was still in the chair, with the prod still embedded deep in her vagina, she started to cry.

Alvarez walked over to her. He grabbed her hair, now soaking wet, and pulled her head back. Sweat ran down her body. Her eyes were full of fear as he looked into them. He spoke quietly.

"I see you are still being very brave, Miss Martinez. I admire that. Our work would be so much less rewarding if you gave in quickly. You must have been well trained by the CIA to withstand this treatment."

"Please" sobbed Susanna "I don't know anything about the CIA. Please believe me".

"I'm afraid I don't, Miss Martinez. I will make things a bit easier for you though. Let's just hear about how your sister is involved in all this?"

Susanna's heart started beating even more wildly at the mention of her younger sister. She was 25 and worked as a doctor in the main hospital. She certainly wasn't involved in politics in any way.

"What? What's Maria got to do with any of this?" she asked.

"It seems very likely you would share all this with your sister. I want to know exactly how she is involved in your traitorous activities."

Susanna's mind whirled. Could she say Maria was involved? Maybe they would then leave her alone. A few moments ago she had thought she would do anything to end all this. But to confirm Maria's involvement would certainly sentence her to suffer the same fate. And it would be admitting her own guilt.

Maybe she could say Maria had confessed her links with the CIA in confidence, and that she herself was innocent? Would that end her suffering?

Alvarez released her hair, and she saw the man reaching for the prod. "No, please" she yelled, and then screamed again as the button was pressed and the pain exploded through her insides.

When the current had ended, Alvarez spoke again. "We"re waiting, Miss Martinez. How is your sister involved with the CIA plot? If you tell us we will let you rest, and give you food and water. Wouldn't you like that? Wouldn't it be nice to not be in pain?"

Before she could say anything, the current was on again, the electrodes on the prod still pressed tightly against her cervix. She howled and screamed.

"Tell us about your sister" asked Alvarez again.

"Please, please no more" she whimpered.

"Then tell us about Maria. If not, it will continue forever. More and more pain and suffering. It will never end."

Susanna sobbed. She wanted it to end so much. But she couldn't give Maria's name. How could she know that Maria was suffering the same, because she had given her name? She couldn't do it.

"Please, she's nothing to do with anything. We"re innocent."

Alvarez continued her torture for another couple of hours. Her insides felt they had been torn out by the time the electric prod was pulled out. But then she had screamed anew as it was forced up her anus and more shocks delivered. Finally, it had been removed, smeared with shit and blood from inside her own body, and forced into her mouth to explode current into her throat. She had vomited the meager contents of her stomach over her body.

Eventually Alvarez ended it. "Put her on the perch."

The men untied her from the chair, and as they were dragging her out Alvarez spoke again. "Before you do, any man that wants her can have her."

Alvarez smiled to himself. He was sure a young, attractive, female lawyer would be very popular with the men. And there were a lot of men. Susanna Martinez would probably be relieved once they had finished with her and put her on the parrots perch. Well, at first, anyway.

Captain Alvarez walked down the corridor and into the room at the end. He flicked the switch on the wall and the room, which had previously been in darkness, was bathed with light. Although he knew exactly what he was going to find in the room, he couldn't suppress a smile as the contents were revealed.

The contents, of course, were Susanna Martinez. She was in the center of the room, hanging from the parrots perch. This was a simple, but painful, device. Her wrists had been tied together, and then she had been forced to draw her knees up to her chest, and pass her arms over her legs, one on each side. A metal bar was then passed under her knees, and over her arms, before being lifted up and placed in two supports.

This left Susanna hanging upside down, all of her weight on the backs of her knees. Her hair trailed towards the floor. The hanging position had not been too unpleasant to start with, but gradually got worse and worse as time went on. Now her knees were screaming out.

Of course, Captain Alvarez wasn't satisfied with just the perch. He wanted Susanna to be more miserable than she could possibly imagine, and so a few extras had been added. The rope used to bind her wrists had been wetted first, so as it dried out it shrank, cutting the blood supply to her hands. They were now numb and purple, and she couldn't move them at all.

Wet cords had also been tied tightly round the bases of her breasts. These had also shrunk as they dried, and now Susanna's breasts bulged obscenely, the skin stretched taut, and dark purple in color. They throbbed with every beat of her heart.

A catheter had been pushed into her urethra, through which a large quantity of ice cold water, mixed with a mild acid, had been passed. Her bladder was stretched to its limit, and the acid had caused the most intense burning. Two long metal rods, coated with a sticky chili sauce, had been inserted deep into her vagina and rectum. These had also caused agony for Susanna.

Susanna watched as Alvarez walked over to her. She knew his arrival only meant more pain for her. She started to sob even before he spoke. The last time she had seen him was when she was strapped to the chair, with an electric prod buried deep in her vagina. She knew he loved causing her pain, and that this time would be no different.

When she had been taken form the room, Alvarez had said any man that wanted her could have her. And they had done just that. She was raped and sodomized by twenty, maybe thirty men. She didn't know. It had gone on for hours. Each man had her more than once, and as well as the rapes she had been forced to suck and swallow many times. When they couldn't carry on, they raped her with any objects that were handy - broom handles, bottles, toilet brushes until they were ready to start again. Eventually they had brought her to this room and placed her on the perch.

Alvarez pulled over a chair, and sat down so that he was close to her head. He grasped her hair, and leant close to her ear so he could talk almost in a whisper. His mouth was so close to her she could feel his warm breath.

"Don't you want it to end, Miss Martinez? You've suffered so much, haven't you? Just think of what it would be like to be free again, free to do whatever you want, free of all this pain and abuse. Wouldn't you like that?"

"Oh please, please, don't hurt me anymore. Please. I beg you."

"It's up to you, Miss Martinez. Tell me about your mission with the CIA and it will all end. Why don't you tell me? Do you want this to continue?" "Please, I'm nothing to do with the CIA, I'm not a spy, please, please, don't hurt me any more, I can't stand anymore."

"But you can stand much more, Miss Martinez. More than you can possibly imagine. You can stand it forever. Only you can end this suffering by telling me what I want to know."

"Please, I would have told you, I would, but I'm innocent, please you must believe me" Susanna was now crying openly, tears running down her forehead into her hair due to her upside down position.

"Miss Martinez, you've only been here a few days. We have weeks, months ahead of us. You will suffer every day until you co-operate. This is now your life. Nothing but pain and misery forever. And so far you have only experienced mild tortures - there are many more things that can be done to you.

"You are alone here. Nobody cares about you. In fact, many people would probably be glad to see you here. I'm sure there are lots of men in your fancy law firm who have watched you in your tight business suits, sitting in meetings with you, trying to sneak a peek at your panties when you cross your legs. What do you think they would do if they were here? And you were spread out on a bench, with electrodes deep in your cunt. And they held the switch. Do you think they would save you? No. They would press that switch again and again until you begged them to be allowed to crawl on your hands and knees and suck their cocks."

"Please, please" sobbed Susanna "Please, I don't know anything, please."

"The only people who care about you, Miss Martinez, are us. And we only care about causing you more pain than you ever imagined existed. Now, how about telling me everything."

Susanna sobbed and cried, but said nothing. Alvarez got up, and retrieved some wires from a bench. He walked back to Susanna, dragging the wires across the floor, and attached them to the metal rods that were protruding from her vagina and anus.

Susanna was sure she was going to be given electric shocks again, and went wild, bucking and writhing and screaming over and over "No, please".

Alvarez ignored her, and flicked a switch on the wires. Susanna squeezed her eyes shut and tensed, but nothing happened. She gasped in relief. Maybe there was something wrong? She opened her eyes, and looked at Alvarez. He was smiling at her, and didn't seem to be concerned. What was going on?

And then, very gradually she realized with horror that the metal rods were getting warm. They weren't electrodes at all, but heating elements.

"Oh my God, no, please" shrieked Susanna as she realized the full horror of what was about to be done to her. "Please, please, no."

The rods were getting warmer, and Susanna was beginning to sweat, beads running down her body and dripping to the floor. "Please" she screamed "Please, turn it off."

The rods were now very warm, almost too much to bear, but still they continued to heat up.

"So, Miss Martinez, how long do you think it will be before you tell me everything?"

And as Alvarez smiled, Susanna screamed.

It was over a week since Susanna Martinez had been interrogated. Since then she had been locked in a room which had many comforts – a nice bed, a proper toilet and carpet. She had been given panties and a dress to wear, and had been fed regularly, and given plenty of water.

For the first few days, every time the door opened her heart started pounding and she feared they were coming for her again. But it had always been a woman bringing her food. She had tried talking to the woman, but she ignored her, simply put down the food and left.

The various wounds on Susanna's body were gradually healing, although she still ached. But the memory of what had happened didn't fade so easily. She woke during the night sweating, after nightmares made her re-live her torture. The last session, when she had been hanging from the parrots perch with the heating elements inserted into her body, replayed itself with horrific clarity.

Alvarez had switched the elements on many times, and only when she thought she would die would he switch them off. He had made her beg to suck him, and then pushed his cock into her mouth while holding the switch.

"When you make me come, it goes off" he taunted, and she had licked and sucked desperately to end it quickly. But Alvarez wasn't going to let it end too quickly, so he would pull from her mouth and listen to her begging until he decided to push back into her throat. Susanna was screaming in pain round his cock by the time he came, spurting into her throat and over her face and hair.

And then she had been taken down from the perch, and raped by many men, each thrust into her burned vagina and anus wringing fresh screams from her.

But as she had been left alone for some time, she was beginning to think that maybe it was over. Had they finally believed her? Would she soon be set free?

When the door of the room opened, she was expecting to see the woman with the food, but when two men came in, she realized things weren't over at all.

"No please" she moaned, and tried to shrink away from them, but they advanced and grabbed her arms. "No" she screamed and fought wildly, but the men easily overpowered her, and fastened her wrists behind her back with handcuffs. One of them produced a black canvas bag, which he pulled down over her head. She felt warm urine trickling down her thighs as she wet herself with fear.

Plunged into darkness, Susanna could see nothing as they pulled her out of the room. She stumbled as they moved quickly down the corridor. She heard a door opening, and she was hustled across the room and pushed into a chair. Her wrists ached from the bite of the handcuffs, and she tried to flex her fingers to ease them.

There was a horrible smell in the room, of sweat and urine and probably other things. She heard footsteps approach her. Her heart pounded wildly, blood throbbing through her head. And then she heard his voice.

"Good afternoon, Miss Martinez. Maybe you thought we"d forgotten you? I can assure you we haven't. I have something to show you."

She felt a hand at her head, and then the hood was pulled off. At first she couldn't see anything as the lights in the room were very bright. She screwed them up to protect them. Gradually Susanna could see what she was supposed to be looking at.

In front of her was a woman. She was hanging by her wrists from the ceiling, legs spread apart and attached to rings in the floor. She was, of course, naked, and had obviously been tortured as her body was covered in whip marks, bruises, burns and scratches. Her breasts in particular were covered in small cigarette burns, and the nipples were charred and swollen. The whole area between her legs was an angry red, swollen and blood spattered.

The woman's head was hanging down, and it looked like she was unconscious. Alvarez walked over to her, and grabbed her hair before pulling her head up. She obviously was conscious as she gasped, but Susanna saw a large gag was forced into her mouth stretching it unnaturally wide and preventing her making much noise. Her face was bruised and swollen, blood staining it, one eye almost swollen shut. In fact her face was so distorted it took a while before Susanna realized she was looking at her sister.

"No" she screamed "You bastards" and tried to rise from her seat but was pushed back down by guards behind her. Alvarez smiled broadly. Her sister's eyes widened as she recognized Susanna and she started to cry.

"As you refused to tell us how your sister was involved, we thought we"d ask her ourselves. I must say it's been very entertaining having two Miss Martinez's in our care. She's not as pretty as you, but she's not bad, and she sounds a lot like you when she begs. It would be easy to confuse the two of you. But her cunt is much tighter. At least it was when she arrived here."

The men in the room laughed, and Susanna couldn't stop herself crying. "I'm sorry" she whispered to her hanging sister.

Alvarez was still holding Maria's head by the hair. "Your sister has been very helpful. She denies being involved with the CIA, but says that you are. That you told her you had been recruited in America, but she doesn't know what your mission is. That seems to contradict your story, doesn't it?"

Susanna looked at Maria. She could see from the look in her eyes that she was broken, and would have said anything to stop the pain. She didn't blame her. She knew what she had suffered and could understand why she had done it.

"You bastards. You know she said it to make you stop hurting her. You know it's a lie. I'm nothing to do with the CIA".

Alvarez smiled. "We prefer your lovely sister's version of events. Tell me about your involvement with the CIA or you will both suffer the consequences".

"Go fuck yourself" Susanna spat. Alvarez released Maria's hair, and her head fell forward. One of the guards moved forward and Susanna saw he was holding a clamp which was trailing a long wire. He grabbed one of Maria's labia and snapped the clamp onto it, which made her jerk her head up and mewl pitifully through the huge gag.

"No" screamed Susanna and she leapt from the chair. One of the guards behind her grabbed her hair, and she was jerked back, crashing into the chair and knocking it over. Two of the guards pulled her to her feet, and a fist crashed into her stomach driving all the wind from her so she could barely breathe. The chair was placed back on its legs, and Susanna was pushed into it.

As her breathing gradually returned to normal, she felt a hand in her hair again and this time it was Alvarez pulling her head up to force her to look at her sister. She saw that a second clamp had been attached to her other labia, and Maria's eyes were wide in terror, her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she almost hyper-ventilated in fear.

"If you don't tell us about the CIA your slut of a sister is going to suffer for it. Is that what you want? Do you want to see her having her cunt fried because of you? Or maybe we'll soak her pubic hair in lighter fluid and set it alight? Would you like that? I think we'll get the dogs to fuck her next time, she seemed to like it too much when we all fucked her. I think she must spend all day at that hospital on her back, letting every patient fuck her stupid. I don't know why she bothered training to be a doctor, she could just have spread her legs. Maybe that is how she qualified?"

There was a click and Maria jerked in her bonds as the current came on, spearing into her genitals. She made inhuman sounds as the electricity surged through her for long seconds.

"No" screamed Susanna "Please, stop, please." Alvarez signaled, and the current stopped. Maria sagged in her bonds, drooling around the gag, saliva dripping onto her breasts.

"Please don't hurt her, what do you want me to say? I'll confess, I'll say I'm a spy for the CIA, anything, just don't hurt her anymore, please, please."

"So you are a spy, now we"re getting somewhere. What is your mission?"

"I don't have one, please" Susanna sobbed, then there was a click and her sister was once again shrieking into the gag. "Please, please, OK, I'm going to bring down the Government, please don't hurt her anymore, please."

Alvarez let go of her hair. "Your sister has suffered a lot because of you. I think it's time you did something nice for her. Why don't you kiss her to make it feel better?"

Susanna stared at him "What?"

"I want you to go over there and stick your face between her legs, and lap at her cunt like it's the best thing you've ever done."

"You"re sick. She's my sister."

Alvarez sighed. He turned to one of the guards. "Get me a baseball bat." Then he nodded and Maria once more jerked in her bonds as the current came on. Her body strained against the ropes holding her.

"Please" sobbed Susanna. The electricity was turned off.

The guard returned with a baseball bat and handed it to Alvarez. He spoke again. "Either you lick her cunt or I'm going to shove the thick end of a baseball bat so far up her it will come out of her mouth. Which is it going to be?"

"OK, please, I'll do it"

Susanna was roughly grabbed by two guards who pulled her out of the seat and over to where her sister was hanging. They pushed her to her knees, so her face was now level with Maria's crotch. She could see how bruised and swollen it was, the electric clamps still fastened to her labia. Alvarez prodded Maria's stomach with the bat. "Get on with it" he commanded.

Susanna looked up at her sister, who was looking down at her. Their eyes locked, and she whispered "I'm sorry." Witch tears trickling down her face, she leant forward and pressed her lips to her sister's genitals. She could taste urine and blood. Alvarez jerked her head back by the hair making her gasp.

"I want to see your tongue slurping that clit. If I think you"re not doing it properly then this bat will be going up her cunt first and then her arse. And then you'll feel it as well. So get licking."

He pushed her head forward and this time Susanna put her tongue out and licked. She felt Maria's labia part, and the metallic clips still attached dragged along her tongue. She tried not to wretch as she could taste semen, and she could feel the blisters and welts that were all over the sensitive flesh. Her tongue reached the clitoris, which felt hard, and she licked up and down. She hoped Alvarez was satisfied by this.

She heard the men laughing. "I bet you've been frigging yourself dreaming about this. Such a sexy little sister."

And then Susanna's whole head seemed to explode and she was thrown backwards. Stars swam before her eyes, and as her head cleared she realized they had turned the electricity on and she had received a large shock through her tongue. The current was obviously still on as she could hear her sister making the now familiar shrieking noises through her gag.

The men were laughing even more now, and they pulled Susanna back to her eyes and positioned her again. "Don't stop, bitch. I think your sister was just starting to enjoy it." More laughter, and Susanna again started licking waiting for the shock this time, which of course inevitably came.

This time when the guards pulled her back to her knees, she was placed in front of Alvarez, who unzipped his trousers and got his cock out. "We"re going to play a game, which I think you will be familiar with. Suck my cock, and until you make me come your lovely sister will be having her cunt zapped. So the quicker you do it the better for her."

Susanna heard her sister scream as she was shocked, so she immediately closed her mouth around his cock. With her hands still handcuffed behind her back, she could only lick and suck. She was no longer crying – repulsive as it was to have to suck him, at least it could be considered "normal" – she had done the same thing with boyfriends. Unlike sending electric shocks through a woman's genitals which was absolutely not normal.

The feel of her warm, wet mouth, and the desperate muffled screams of Maria soon made Alvarez come, and as usual he pulled out of her mouth so he could spurt over her face and hair. He signaled to the guards, and they dragged her away. When she realized they were taking her towards chains hanging from the ceiling, similar to the ones Maria was hanging from, she started shouting and pleading.

"No, please, don't hurt me, I did everything you wanted, please don't, please don't, I'm begging you, I'll do anything you want, please, no".

Alvarez went to a cupboard at the side of the room, and opening it took out a glass and poured some whisky into it. He lit a large cigar, and puffed on it deeply, filling the room with smoke. In the background Susanna continued begging, which turned to a desperate mewling as a gag was forced into her mouth. Alvarez finished the whisky, and poured another one, before moving to a chair and sitting down.

By this time both women had been secured identically, hanging from the ceiling, legs spread wide apart. Susanna was now naked and gagged in an identical manner to Maria, and they were facing each other so they could clearly see what was happening to the other one. Electrodes had been clamped to Susanna's labia in the same way as her sister.

Stuck up bitches, thought Alvarez. He"d always hated women like them – attractive, smart, well educated, wealthy. He knew they despised him and what he stood for. He could imagine them whining at dinner parties about human rights and how awful things were, before driving home in their fancy cars to their penthouse apartments. Well things weren't going so well for them now. He knew that now they"d give anything to be with him, because only he could end their suffering. But that wasn't going to happen for a very long time.

For the next four hours he sipped his whisky and puffed on his cigar while his men worked over the two sisters. During this time they were burned with cigarettes, beaten with bamboo canes, had needles thrust through their breasts, had their nipples and clitorises crushed with pliers, endured massive electric shocks, sometimes through the electrodes attached to their labias, sometimes with electric prods pressed against their nipples or clitorises or forced up their vaginas and anuses, and were penetrated with every conceivable type of object. Sometimes one of them was forced to watch while the other was being tortured, sometimes they were tortured simultaneously so that their combined muffled screams filled the room.

When Alvarez decided they'd had enough, they were taken down, barely conscious, and Susanna was forced to watch while her sister was raped and sodomized by every man, most of them more than once. And then the same was done to her. Finally the men took turns urinating over them, forcing them to swallow it. They were dragged over to Alvarez and held on their knees in front of him, the guards hands wrapped in their hair to stop them collapsing. Alvarez studied them closely, their bodies dripping with sweat, urine, blood and semen, the marks of torture covering every inch. He puffed on his cigar and spoke.