His left leg was bent, the foot resting on the dashboard. Beside him his driver looked round, scanning the street for any possible danger. Behind them two other soldiers glowered and clutched their rifles, annoyed they were being kept out of all the fun but hoping that there might be an opportunity to shoot someone soon.
The rest of the squad were busy conducting one of their usual street checks with a quick brutal efficiency. The sergeant and the other four were searching everybody and checking papers. Naturally, it was necessary to spend a little more time enjoying the chance to molest and fondle any of the more attractive women unlucky enough to be caught up in the sweep. Major Marcos had already noted that one of the new squad members, Anna Perez was enjoying those female searches even more than the men.
There was a sudden burst of laughter from the others as the woman squealed and lifted right up onto tiptoe, her head shaking frantically from side to side as she tried to get away from those probing fingers. Interested in the little by-play Major Marcos watched as Anna Perez pulled her hand free, showed her fingers to the woman before wiping them carefully across the front of her shirt. She spun the woman round and had her pistol out before anyone else could react.
The rest of the squad reacted immediately and there was a rattle of metallic sounds as guns were levelled at the motley crowd. The woman stumbled forwards as Anna grabbed the small black holder hanging on the end of the cord between her breasts and tore it free. The woman gave a single outraged cry and turned to run but Anna Perez was faster. Why on earth are they so stupid, he thought as he looked at the list of times and places. He thought about the woman too, attractive, young and with a good figure…such things always made the more intense physical interrogation sessions even more of a pleasure.
Perez did very well, very well indeed, he thought. She can start by helping to question the woman…see how she reacts when things got noisy and unpleasant, well, unpleasant for the one being questioned anyway. He smiled again, aware that he was suddenly hard as iron with his cock pressing uncomfortably against the confines of his trousers as he thought about the interrogation methods he enjoyed using the most.
Besides, the select group of important men who got their thrills from watching his team at work would really appreciate the sight of a woman working on other women… and it was always useful to keep your friends in high places happy, especially if you were ambitious. Room 5 was one of a number of plain, anonymous rooms in this basement part of the building.
Originally meant as storerooms they had proved to be ideal for the needs of Internal Security being downstairs, windowless and well away from prying eyes and ears. Like most of the others, this one was unfurnished apart from a battered looking wooden box standing on end in one corner.
The only odd feature was a three foot length of angle iron, the kind of thing usually used for fencing, cemented into the middle of the back wall so it jutted out horizontally and fixed so the edge of the V was uppermost. A pair of iron rings was fixed into the wall above the bar at head height and about four feet apart.
An observant visitor might notice that the tiles under the bar were darker and more heavily stained than others in the room and there were darker marks on the wall around each of the rings. With five people inside and the door closed it was hot, sticky and crowded. The force of the impact snapped her head to one side and she would have fallen but for the two men holding her very securely by her upper arms.
She knew he was the one to fear; he was like the woman, calm, controlled and deliberate, enjoying watching her, both pairs of eyes studying her with a kind of cruel anticipation. She shook her head, spraying a froth of blood and mucus on either side as she did so. She gritted her teeth knowing that the real interrogation and pain were yet to come.
The young twenty two year old student shook her head again, snorting and panting as she tried to ride the shock and pain of that last heavy slap. Her dark olive skin was shiny with sweat and both cheeks were blotched and swollen from the deliberate succession of blows that had already closed one eye, split her lip and loosened three teeth.
Her long, black hair was damp and tangled with strands plastered across her cheeks and forehead. Her pretty, regular feature were now smeared with a mixture of blood, mucus and tears but with her arms held by the two soldiers there was nothing Carla Rodriguez could do to wipe away the mess. She shivered and whispered through swollen lips. Perhaps he is your boyfriend, heh? You like getting the rough stuff from him too…makes you excited does it?
Well, tell me who he is! She was flushed; her breathing shallower and faster than normal. It was partly the effect of the thick, moist heat in the room but more to do with her growing arousal as the interrogation session went on.
She pressed her thighs together, squeezing hard and feeling the warmth and wetness in her cunt; letting the feeling of sheer pleasure grew. Her hands scrabbled uselessly against his arm, her fingers still stiff and cramped from the handcuffs. Sooner or later you will tell us everything…the only choices you have are when you talk…and how much you are prepared to be hurt first…understand? He cupped her chin again and smiled at her.
No-one here said anything about a map so I wonder how you knew. She started to say something but Major Marcos held up his hand. Instead, I want you to take you clothes off…all of them…now! The smoke spiralled up, adding to the thick foetid atmosphere while they watched the woman reluctantly unbuttoning her already ripped and torn shirt.
The remarks became even cruder as they saw the darker upper edge her aureoles showing over the lacy half cups of her bra, the full swell of each breast barely contained by the flimsy garment. Comment turned to unkind laughter as she struggled with her tight jeans; her movements even more fumbling as she tried to ensure that she did not drag her panties off with the jeans.
With every panicky movement the full, heavy globes of her breasts jiggled and swayed, almost falling out of the cups as she struggled to undress. Finally she stood alone, bent forward slightly with her hands held protectively across her chest.
Major Marcos nodded to the two guards who obediently stubbed out their cigarettes and moved towards her. Instead, Anna reached round and undid the clip of her bra. The two men pulled the straps down her arms then quickly adjusted their grip on her wrists so the bra fell onto the floor. They turned her arms and she arched back again. To anyone watching it looked almost as though she was deliberately flaunting the smooth, brown globes at her young dark-haired tormentor.
Anna licked her lips and her hands lifted to cup one full breast in each hand. Adjusting her grip slightly she held their soft weight as she stroked the thick, stubby nipples with her thumbs. She rocked and twisted in a futile effort to shield her body, her head shaking wildly. There was a low growl of satisfaction as the men saw the tiny, carefully trimmed strip of black hairs on her mound then the deep, in-rolling slit of her cunt between full, prominent lips.
They could see every detail because her cunt was bare, shaved and plucked smooth; the plump lips gleaming with a tell-tale oily sheen from the seepage inside her slit.
Alright you two, put her up. Even with the box she was forced to stand on tiptoe to keep the sharp edge of the vee just brushing the lips of her cunt. Her whole body was shivering in terror and tears trickled down her bruised and swollen cheeks as she shuffled unsteadily on her insecure perch. But worse was to come. There was a rattle and chink of metal as each of the guards snapped one handcuff round the wrist he was holding.
Knowing what to do without any orders they lifted each arm up behind her and snapped the other ring of the handcuff through one of the rings on the wall. Carla Rodriguez was forced to bow her upper body forwards, panting with growing discomfort as the outstretched and twisted joints and sinews of her upper arms and shoulders took the strain. Their job done for the moment, the two guards stepped back and left the young student posed astride the bar.
Listen to me carefully…in a moment Miss Perez is going to take away that box, Carla…so I would advise you to sit down on the bar now. But, of course the choice is yours…as always. She cried out in shock as Anna reached up and used forefinger and thumb to spread her cunt lips apart so they were splayed on either side of the metal vee. For a few moments her feet kicked in a futile attempt to find some non-existent foothold. Then her legs went rigid, toes pointing downwards and every muscle quivering bar-taut as she strained to clench her buttocks trying to relieve the agonising pain of the angle iron biting into the cleft between her legs.
Apart from telling me what I want to know. He turned to the grinning guards. She stroked the wide dark aureoles, her finger caressing the full length of the erect tips with a delicate milking action that made the young student moan and shift very slightly. Despite the pain in her nipples she arched back stretching her breasts into two cones as Anna Perez maintained her grip.
Anna smiled and twisted her hands so Carla had to lean forwards again. She smiled happily as yet another shriek of agony split the air. You can tell me…whose is the wallet? The squeals and cries joined to become a constant pleading cry of agony that rose and fell with each fresh movement. Anna finally let her go and stood back to get her breath. Instinctively she knew that the woman was very near breaking but she needed something else. It was as she lit a cigarette that she saw Carla expression out of the corner of her eye.
It was a look of horror and panic. She had been going to enjoy a smoke and think about what to do but now she had much more pleasant things to do with that lit cigarette. She took a long pulls and exhaled a thin plume of smoke, knocked the ash off and held up the glowing tip as she walked back to the bar. With Carla leaning slightly backwards her clit was exposed just above the rough edge but already swollen and sore, the skin taut, like a satiny, rose-coloured pearl. She held the tip of the cigarette close enough so Carla could feel the heat on her inner flesh.
The young woman was learning the hard way that stopping the torture was almost as painful as starting as the pain of returning circulation was sending throbbing jolts of agony through her cunt.
There was also the sharper individual pains in both breasts and her clitoris from the cigarette burns. Well, what about it? She snapped to attention and threw up a crisp salute. Welcome to the squad. I noticed that you are wearing regular uniform. I think you should look more…specialist, shall we say. See if you can find one of those white coats doctors wear…you know the kind that button up the front.