The man smiled and nodded to the guards. They grabbed her by the arms and followed the man to a corresponding room.



Jill started to struggle as she saw what kind of room they entered. Not only the metal table with the leather straps in the middle of the room or the strange equipment along the walls but even more the clinical sphere in this obvious torture room freaked her out. Off course she was no match for two well trained guards. They had no problem lying her back down on the table, using the leather straps to bind her in a spread-eagle position.



As soon as she was tied down, a sort of metal cylinder was pushed in her mouth and held in place by a strap fastened around the back of her head. She choked a little but accustomed herself to the gag.



‘We’ll talk later smiled the man. Now it’s time for pain. Real pain’.



‘Mmmmmmm was the only thing she could say.



‘Why pain? the man continued in the same monotone. Well, frankly, because it’s the best way to make you talk…and, off course, because I like it



‘Nnnnhhh Jill shook her head violently.



‘Hush, hush I can assure you that my special treatment will leave no permanent marks. he said.



Jill only cried now.



The man ordered something to the guards who secured Jill’s head to the table using another leather strap around her forehead. Next she felt a strap round her waist as well. She was almost completely immobilised now.



The man checked her bonds and then ordered the guards out. He moved away from her to take some tools and arrange his equipment.



Jill’s head was firmly secured so she could not turn it to see what he was doing. As he turned his back to face her again, he held a similar metal cylinder as the one that was forced down her throat.



‘What I like about the female body is the range of opportunities it offers. This tool for example not only fits perfectly in your butt but it goes all the way up your pussy as well. Shall we try it?’



Jill was frozen with fear as she felt his fingers part her labia and the blunt metal tip probed against her flesh. With one single movement he pushed the cylinder in. Jill started sobbing with discomfort and humiliation. She felt him put some tape over her cuntlips to keep the cylinder in place. Next he took two leads to connect the cylinder in her mouth and the one in her cunt to a box on a nearby table. She understood very well what was going to happen to her.



‘I will now start using this machine on you. After a few hours you will have the opportunity to answer my questions. First I shall ask you about your mission, your contacts in my country and so on. Then I want to know you better too. Oh yes, I’m definitively interested in sexual details



He sat down on some sort of barstool next to her and activated the machine. He turned a switch and Jill’s body instantly bucked violently against her bonds as pain exploded in her mouth and between her legs. Jill’s vaginal muscles contracted tightly around the shaft, sucking it in. Horrible sounds escaped her throat. The current was turned on and off, raised and lowered. Jill tried to beg for it to stop, tried to control her muscles. She wanted to tell him that she would do anything, tell him anything but the pain did not stop.



He played for a while with the current control, watching her convulse. Then he waited patiently until she calmed down a bit, then flicked another switch on the machine. He never got tired of playing these games with gorgeous young women.



Jill was barely conscious as the current was finally switched off. She felt hands around her head. The strap around her forehead was removed what made her head fall sideways. Next the cylinder was pulled out of her mouth. Jill tried to scream but found it impossible. She felt as if she had been hit by a ten ton truck. Her arms and legs were numb and she was not sure she was able to use them ever again. Her throat and genitals felt raw. She wanted to look down on her body to see the damage but lacked the energy to raise her head.



Someone was talking to her. She moved her head and looked right in the eyes of her torturer. He was indeed talking to her but she failed to hear what he said. He raised his voice and slapped her in the face a few times to catch her attention, but in vain.



Jill tried to focus on what he was saying and even more tried to persuade him that she would do anything to stop the pain but she could only produce a hoarse sound. The man shook his head and turned away from her. As he came back in view, he held a cup of coffee. He drank it cautiously while enjoying the view of Jill trying to regain strength. As he finished his little coffee-break, he fastened the strap around her forehead again and picked up the cylinder. Jill tried to keep her mouth closed but he easily forced the cylinder back in, leaving her completely helpless.



Jill was cold, the sweat steaming off her damp body. She didn’t understand what was happening, why she wasn’t able to understand what he was trying to say to her. Then she heard the horrible sound of the machine again and she knew what was about to come.



Some time later he turned the machine off again. She’d passed out. A trickle of drool emerged from the corner of her mouth. The man sighed and left the room.



Jill awoke in almost total darkness. Only a small strip of light came from the bottom of the door. She was lying naked on a cold, stone floor. Her hands were tied behind her back and her legs were manacled with a chain between her ankles. The tiny cell smelled like a filthy toilet. Her entire body ached. Her mouth was parched and she was desperate for a drink. She did not seemed to have suffered any permanent injury from the earlier torture session which she now remembered with a shudder. A feeling of utter panic overwhelmed her and she opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out. A few minutes later she managed to calm down again. She raised herself until she sat down, leaning against the humid wall. She thought about what happened to her since her arrival in this country. As her mind went to her friends who would be home by now, she started to cry.



She was still crying as the cell door was opened. Without saying a word, a man placed a small bowl in front of her and left again. Jill brought the bowl to her mouth and sipped it. Thankfully, the bowl contained water. She drank it quickly. Then, exhausted by everything that happened to her that same day, she fell asleep.



Jill was awoken by footsteps that paused outside her cell. Seconds later the cell door swung open and strong hands grabbed her and pulled her to her feet. Jill found herself unable to stand by her own so she was lifted and dragged down the corridor into a room.



She was pushed into a chair from which she had a good view into the corresponding room. She immediately recognized the torture room she was in earlier and started to sweat heavily. Her panic rose as the man who tortured her entered the room and sat himself behind the desk.



‘Hello Jill, how are you doing today he asked smiling.



Jill did not answer. She felt as if her throat was squeezed tightly.



‘Are you more willing to cooperate now or shall we go to the next room again?’



‘No, please I’ll do anything you want Jill answered quickly.



‘Allright then. You can start by telling me for which organisation you work’



Jill thought for a minute and then came up with a story that came right out of a James Bond movie, praying that he would believe her. The man listened carefully and recorded the whole story on tape. As she was finished, the tape was stopped.



‘Now let’s get personal, shall we? continued the man. I already know that you are no longer a virgin so let’s talk about your sexual experiences.’



Jill felt very uncomfortable. The more while the man came from behind his desk to sit right in front of her. He laid his hand on her knee and asked:



‘How many men have fucked you?’



Jill was a healthy young woman. She really didn’t hold the score.

‘Euh, about eighteen she almost whispered.



‘You’re quiet a whore, aren’t you the man asked while he slowly moved his hand up her leg.



Automatically she pressed her knees tightly together. The look on his face made her fate crystal clear if she did not do whatever he wanted. So she quickly gave up any resistance and let him open her legs. Soon one of his hands stroke her cunt while the other cupped her breast.



‘Did they all make you come? he asked.



Jill nodded.



One of his fingers roamed up and down her slit. Another circled around her nipple.



‘Do you like to masturbate? was the next of a series of humiliating questions. The whole time he kept playing with her body. Finally he asked if she wanted to fuck him. She had no other option than to say yes.



She was almost crying as he pulled his erect cock out of his trousers and held it only an inch from her face.



‘Show me that you want me he said.



She hesitated a few seconds but then started to lick his cock. He grabbed the back of her head and rammed his thing into her mouth. First she almost chocked but then she managed to control herself again. After a few minutes he withdraw his dick and ordered her to lay herself belly down on the desk. As she did he uncuffed her and told her to reach out and hold the other side of the desk. Then he grabbed her by the waist and moved her in the position he wanted: bottom up and legs spread wide.



Jill screamed as he moved into her. Not only was she still dry, she also suffered from the torture she had to endure lately. He roughly squeezed her tits as he pumped her hard. As soon as he was finished, Jill collapsed to the floor. The man immediately grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to her feet again.



‘You liked it, didn’t you he hissed into her ears.



Jill did not answer.



‘Anyway, I can guarantee you that you’ll get a lot more the following months. That crap story you made up is worth at least a few years in prison. Our friend Altiba is already making the arrangements