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(Tara is a successful Foreign Correspondent in Kabul. She experienced some near death experiences and now is living life to the fullest, freed of many of her inhibitions. While engaged in a four-way with special-ops friends she receives a call to cover a braking story in Yemen. She flies to Italy for a one day hookup with her best friend Carla and is now flying to Yemen to cover a revolution there.)
(Tara arrived in Yemen and had an interesting one night romance. The following day she went to the main square to cover the revolution only to be swept away from her crew by the crowds. She ended up at a fountain where she was tormented in front of the crowd by group of men dressed in black. She was exposed to the crowd, tormented, raped and then finally carried off hanging by a flag pole to a corner of the square where a flat bed truck with a crane awaited her.)
(Tara was tortured, raped and caned for the pleasure of the crowd. Just as she was giving up hope she heard explosions around her in the square.)
Tara heard the explosions and could see the men around her running. She didn’t know what was happening but it had to be chance of rescue. Hanging upside down like a piece of meat Tara hoped to be rescued.
Coming to, Tara found herself strapped down in an ambulance. Two medics were administrating first aid.
“OH, Thank You, It was unbelievable, Thank YOU.”
“Shut Up Stupid Bitch. We are taking you to see the Colonel. You will wish you were back with the mob in the square.” Tara was Stunned. She saw their insignias on their uniforms. “NOOOOOO Please, No No NO.” Here the Colonel meant one thing: SECRET POLICE, the dreaded secret police. There were terrible stories about the Colonel and the secret police, what happened to people, but few ever survived to tell their story.
The ambulance arrived at the heavily fortified compound of the state secret police. Tara’s stretcher was placed on a cart and she was taken by elevator to an underground room. Left strapped to the cart in the entrance way to room, she could hear terrible screams. As a correspondent, Tara had heard rumors and stories of brutality of the secret police. However, very few who entered the compound as prisoners ever left and the few that did would never talk.
The medics returned after what seemed like hours. “Bitch, enjoying the show? The Colonel will be ready for you soon.” “He is going to have fun with you, no European women in here since that tourist bitch went missing.” Tara was wheeled into a large room filled with many types of torture devices. The room smelled of blood urine and human waste. The walls were dirty and the floors stained with blood.
Two guards dragged her under a light where she saw a modified medical chair where the Colonel and his captain waited. It was metal with stirrups for her legs and arms with cuffs to hold the limbs in place. The surface of the chair was covered with pointed metal triangles. Tara was thrown on the chair. She was strapped in lying back, almost flat. The metal points bit into her flash at every contact.
Wires dropped down with jagged metal clamps. Clamps were applied to her nipples, tits, pussy lips and grounding wires to her feet. Little spurts of blood appeared where the jagged edges of the clamps bit into her skin. The guards dumped two buckets of freezing cold water over Tara’s body.
The Colonel looked down at her. “Tell us now who work for and any more of this will be unnecessary.”
“I am just a correspondent.” “Who do you work for? CIA. Black Ops, British WHO?”
“I am only a reporter. YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
Electricity poured through Tara’s body. She screamed, shook, quivered.
“OK, Tara, lets try again who do you work for?”
“I am not spy, please.”
The Colonel slowly took each clamp, and readjusted it on a new piece of Tara’s flesh.
The guards put a towel over Tara’s face and started to slowly pour a bucker of hot water over the towel.
Another guard poured a bucket over the rest of her body. Tara pulled and jerked as she could hardly breathe. Almost unconscious, they pulled the towel off.”
“Tara, save yourself the pain, tell us everything”
“I don’t know anything, I am just a. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
As she struggled the metal bits on the chair ripped at her skin.
Shock waves poured through Tara’s wracked body. A bucket of ice cold water was poured over her body even as the shocking continued. When the shocks stopped Tara was reduced to a babbling, incoherent fucked up bitch. The Colonel moved between her spread legs and began to slow fuck her. He signaled to his captain. “Time for some dental work.” The captain positioned a dental mouth appliance in Tara’s mouth adjusted to keep her mouth wide open.
“Last chance bitch to tell who you work for.” Tara made no sign of complying.
The Colonel smiled as the captain took a tooth extractor and clamped down on one of Tara’s lower molars.
“It is time to extract the old fashioned way.” The captain began to work back and forth loosening the tooth as Tara moaned horribly. The Colonel loved every second as the waves of pain swept through the European bitch’s body. The captain twisted and turned the tooth as the colonel continued to slow fuck Tara.
“The sound of the cracking tooth and Tara’s moans was music to the ears of the colonel and the rest of his crew. The Colonel could feel her pain through her body as he fucked her. Pieces of the tooth began to break loose and then finally the tooth was removed.
As blood trickled from Tara’s mouth, the captain gave Tara a shot to keep from going into shock. Then he began to work on an upper tooth on the opposite side. Slowly, the second tooth was removed. Again the tooth cracked into pieces as it was removed. Tara was now passed out. However, the captain had a trick up his sleeve to revive her. He too a box of dental needles, long sharp needles with plastic holders on one side. As the Colonel continued his long fuck, the captain twisted a needle deep into Tara’s gum exposed by the removed tooth. As the needle hit nerves deep inside Tara’s mouth she revived into a hell of pain. The colonel feeling the waves of pain trough out Tara’s body finally came inside her. He pumped her pussy as long and hard as he could.
The Colonel and the captain switched places with the colonel now holding the box of needles and the captain plunging his cock deep inside Tara’s cunt. The Colonel began to insert more needles into Tara’s gums. The needles in the nerves kept Tara conscious. There was no escaping the pain, no thoughts, no reasoning, only an overwhelming pain. With her mouth full of needles where her two teeth had been the captain pulled out of Tara’s pussy and moved over above her head jacking off his cum over her face.
The Colonel turned Tara over to the two guards. “OK, your turns, then make sure she goes to the incinerator. The guards looked at each other. The bitch was barely alive, how much fun could it be?
One guard pulled all the pins and the mouth device from Tara’s mouth. He lowered her head restraint.
Tara was barely conscious and delirious. “Fuck, look what they left us.” He slapped her swollen and blood face. “Wake the fuck up, I want to fuck your mouth.” The other guard moved between her legs and
Tara lay on the torture chair for several hours passing between states of semi-consciousness and unconsciousness. Eventually two orderly’s arrived to clean up. They unstrapped Tara and dumped her on the floor. Her back was bloody mess from the metal pointers on the chair. They cleaned up the floor and the chair. They had several buckets of cleaning solution.
“This is always the fun part.” They dumped the buckets of cleaning solutions over Tara’s chewed up body.
Tara writhed in pain, trying to crawl away. “Laughing the guards washed her down with high pressure hose.” The water beat and battered her as they directed at various parts of her body. They dragged her over a large wheel canvas gurney and draped her over the corner. Her legs were tied to the bottom and her arms stretch out along the side. “I wish only once we wouldn’t get the garbage like this fucked over almost dead piece of crap.” As the other guard began to rape Tara he laughed. ”We take what we can get.”
Tara started to scream frantically as she viewed the contents of the gurney. There were bodies lying in the gurney. Some were moving, still alive, others were dead. They were all jumbled, those alive were squirming, moaning, crying begging. Tara was delirious as the guard pounded her pussy rubbing his hands against here raw ass and back, ripped to shreds by the medical chair. As terrible as another fucking could be, nothing could compare to what Tara now saw in the canvas gurney. The guards laughed as they took turns fucking Tara. “Don’t worry bitch, you and the rest of this scum will be going to the incinerator!”
To be continued
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