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The Interrogation (Written by an old, old friend somewhere around 1999-2000)


Mariella is tired. As she leaves the warmth of the underground the gusting wind slaps her in the face, forcing her to raise the hood of her green rubberized nylon mac, hold the cowl tight at her face and bow her head. The rain is heavy and she can see the hem of the coat darken at her feet and feel moisture seeping into the soles of her boots, watching her toecaps as each foot presses the material forward at every step and insane gusts of wind whip her coat apart to soak the nylon skirts beneath.

The walk is only a hundred meters or so but she hurries, aware that she is late and feeling uneasy lest she be barred entrance as a result. She gets to the steps of the Ministry of Correction and takes them two at a time passing the two SS women positioned on guard, stoic, grim faced in their calf length black patent trench coats and jackboots, through the doors into the marble reception area.

In the calm and quiet she lowers the hood and begins to unbuckle the coat, takes out her pass and swipes it at the turnstile next to the three women in their grey batwing collared satin uniform blouses who sit at the desk.

” In a hurry Sister?” the older woman smiles at her flirtatiously and Mariella shyly smiles in return.

The turnstile clicks and she hastens towards the lifts, her boot heels clicking on the polished stone floor and her face returns to the look of pinched worry of before.

The doors hiss open to reveal a leather garbed sire, a senior SS officer. Mariella pauses.

” Come in Sister” she growls. Mariella obeys.

She bows her head as decorum dictates, looking at the woman’s polished laced boots and her leather jodhpurs. The lift drops.

The Sire gets out after two floors have passed, Mariella waits until it reaches the lowest level. Here, far beneath the City streets it is even quieter and she feels her anxiety increase as she hurries to the changing rooms. She opens the door and a half naked woman turns towards her, Annelise. She is smiling.

” Hello Sister Mariella, just in time to help me.” And Mariella relaxes, this is the first person to talk to her today and just the sound of her voice and her smile have blown away many of the worries.

She also smiles.

” I am late.” She says shrugging out of her heavy coat, which softly crackles as she hangs it up.

” Not at all darling.” Annelise drawls. She is relaxed, beautiful, confident. A tall, slim girl with honey blonde hair, angel’s face, wide mouth and a long neck. She moves towards Mariella, dressed only in her conically cupped brassiere and pants in black rayon and a wasp waisted corset and stockings.

” Here, let me help you.” She waits until Mariella is also in corset bra and pants and then, hanging her cheap nylon dress next to her coat, she brings their uniforms. Mariella watches as she steps into the long, dark blue polished latex dress and pulls it up onto her hips and she brings their gloves, skintight thin blue latex already talced. They pull them on. Annelise now assists Mariella to dress, lacing up her own nurse’s uniform from the high, partially boned collar to the small of her back.

Mariella’s confidence increases even more as she dresses. The uniform is like a shield, the aromatic latex protecting her. The high neck and the sight of her own breasts thrusting forward the rubber glistening under the lights reassures her. The tightness of the bodice is comforting, the floor length A line skirt swishing over her stockinged legs, lined in layers of thin blue latex and rayon silk makes her feel secure.

The sleeves are tight from armpit to the light blue cuffs and also have to be laced from the elbow. The pale blue Cuban heeled Wellingtons squeak as she moves, the light blue wimples which cover their heads and frame their faces and the long dark blue latex veils, subtly strapped to their crowns and falling to the floor behind them.

Finally they both pick up and tighten their triple buckled deep blue rubberized satin belts and then their dark blue latex elbow length capes, strapped at the neck and the material whispering over breasts and arms.

They check their makeup together paying particular attention to their eyes and then fasten each other’s thin, pale blue latex yashmaks over the lower part of their faces. These act as surgical masks in some contexts but also give the girls a more menacing appearance.

Mariella adores Annelise and likes working with her, the blonde already has their schedule and leads the way to the torture chambers where they will be stationed today, her skirts slapping as she walks down the corridor to room 8.

She knocks.

” IN!”

It is bright. All the torture chambers are identically furnished. The floors are a checker board of large black and white rubber tiles. The walls are finished with white ceramic tiles, so much easier to clean. In the centre of the ten meter square room is the operating table steel and latex covered , occupied at the moment by a naked girl, her arms stretched wide and secured by thick rubber cuffs, legs high and spread far apart upon obstetric supports. At her head is a small chair where the presiding nurse sits and a table with surgical instruments, hypodermic syringes and suction tubes. Annelise swishes to this and seats herself, Mariella stands behind her.

One other women is in the room, the torturess. A sire, dressed in tight black leather trousers tucked into black patent, high heeled boots. She also wears a black silk uniform blouse and a thick belts from which hangs the steel meter long electric prod and bullwhip she appears to have been working on the girl for a little time, her blouse has been pulled open to show her vestigial breasts covered with a fine sheen of sweat. Her striking, angular face with long thin nose and small mean mouth is flushed but her cropped hair is still slick with cream and perfect, like polished PVC.

” We are ready to begin again Sister.” The tall woman says, blowing cigarette smoke through her nostrils.

” Pretty, the last two were fucking bitch faced old bags.” Mariella smiles and Annelise giggles, as they are both expected to do.

” I gave her a good beating with the rubber hose and then had her whipped for an hour in the strappado – I had her arms out, dislocated I should say. One of the others put them back in “. Mariella studies the raw cuts on the girl’s body, the livid bruising, purple and black. Her breasts have been bound at the base with serrated wire and the flesh above is dark blue and black, she is likely to lose them if she lives, the nipples are huge and red.

” I’ve used the electroshock machine for the last hour or so and the bitch has passed out a few times.” She smiles evilly. ” Particularly when we put a few hundred volts thro her cuntlips, so we know she is sensitive there.”

” Now I want to go off shift in three hours at the latest because I have a little date with a pretty young secretary bird and I intend fucking her till her eyes bulge and I want the confession by then. Nothing too much, just an admission of plotting against the Sisterhood. I will give you the names she has to finger………..here.”

Mariella studies the list. Women who will be brought here too, at the moment free but soon to be punished just like this. More work for the Ministry of Correction.

” Right I want to see what I can do with a cuntscrew, never used one before. Okay?”

She does not wait for an answer……..

They begin.

Tessa asks Mariella for the equipment and she moves quickly to the shelves at the far end of the room to find the correct things and then returns to stand between the up stretched legs where the woman in black is fisting the girl.

” She’s dry.” Grunts the woman, twisting her arm within the girl.

But Mariella is not. She is aroused, now concentrating totally on the moment. She stares at the arm of the torturess, the sleeve pulled up and the glove, studded with steel pyramids with which she is punishing her victim.

She feels wetness at her cunt and adrenaline in her stomach. She leans forward.

” If you punch her there Sire the lips will swell and make the screw easier to insert” she whispers. The woman turns.

” Yes! Right” she withdraws brutally and then punches into the exposed, gaping cunt. Mariella hears a faint mew. She looks up.

Annelise is cradling the girls shaven head in the crook of her arm, face next to the ear, kissing, whispering. The girl is, of course, double gagged with an inflated ball behind a wide strap and the breathing tube and feeding tubes loop above her and dangle onto her tortured breasts.

” There!” Another punch, then another. Mariella watches the flesh slowly recoil, stippled with blood where the tips of the studs have opened them.

Mariella leans closer again and places a hand on the woman’s arm.

” You are very strong Sire please not too much or the nerves will deaden in shock”

Again the woman turns.

” You are VERY strong.” She whispers.

The woman looks into her eyes. She can see the arousal and, after all, a nurse is as much to comfort the torturer as to preserve the victim for as long as possible.

” Yeah. I’ll leave her a while. I need a break too. Know what I mean Sister?”

Mariella does and she slowly, very slowly kneels at the woman’s feet. She runs her hands over her thighs feeling the muscles beneath, the soft leather is smooth. She rakes her fingers inside her thighs and lays her head against her belly.

” Very very strong!”

” Yeah Sister, that’s right!”

Mariella deftly unbuckles the crotch flap and the aroma of the woman hits her, the silk lined surface is sticky with wetness. She lowers her yashmak and opens her mouth. She clamps it over the hot cunt sucking. The woman places her hands either side of her head and grunts.

Mariella makes her tongue long and hard and inserts it into the cleft. Presses into the sherbet tasting vagina she moves her head. More, rocking, pressing. Now she sucks at the nub, the long clitoris and the woman grunts again. She tongues, sucks, tongues……………………..

She hears movement, smells latex, knows that Annelise is now working on the woman. She knows she is kissing her, kneading her buttocks and breasts. Those hard flat muscled breasts. And she feels the woman close…………..a slap on her head. A grunt.

A yelp.

And a long shuddering………….tight hard muscles and the woman grinding herself against Mariell’a face.

She waits. Then slowly stands.

” Good little Sister!” she gets an affectionate pat on the cheek.

” Now give me the screw!”

The instrument is made of fine steel and shaped like a miniature corkscrew. Whilst Annelise returns to the slave’s head the woman takes off her gloves and with her bare fingers grasps at one labum majorum.

She presses the needle tip onto the flesh and then twists, a spurt of dark blood spurts out and the girl hisses, rigid. Mariella feels her thigh, taut with agony. The woman continues ……………..slowly…..very slowly twisting. One turn is now embedded in the cuntflesh, shredding millions of nerve ends, now two…………………slowly turning. Inexorable, appalling.

” A second!” It is Annelise. ” Come here Mariella, she has gone!”

Mariella swishes in her heavy latex to the head.

” Adrenalin, hypo please!”

Mariella supplies it.

” Now now darling you must wake up!” Annelise hisses into the girl’s ear and slaps at one of the breasts. There is a keening noise and the girl jolts. Her eyes open tears running down her cheeks.

” Yes darling…………..poor thing . Did the nasty woman hurt you pet? Auntie knows how to make it better………….there.” She kisses the girls ear and strokes at her face, the eyes, once wide in terror begin to relax.

” Yes darling you trust me, don’t you. Believe me” she whispers ” I WILL help you. These mad bitches want to hurt you but I can stop the pain. I can help. You do believe me my darling girl, don’t you”

Imperceptibly almost the girl nods.

” Oh good, good girl.!” Annelise tenderly wipes the tears from the tortured girl’s face. Standing, kissing her cheeks and eyelids.

She unstraps her small cape at the neck, takes it off and lays it over the victim’s body, covering her face.

Unseen she walks to the tortures.

” Mistress may I suggest something?”

” Yeah?”

” Mistress will need to finish this, perhaps if the girl is ungagged I may be able to get her confession now.”

” But I want to finish with the screw….”

” Of course Mistress, but with the confession you might be able to carry out whatever you wish with less pressure, enjoy the procedure a little more………..and I want to try some things you may not have seen yet. The red hot speculum for instance?”

The woman licks her lips.

” Sure.”

Annelise motions to Mariella.

” Ungag her and give her a little water. When she has confessed I will give her enough adrenaline to keep her conscious for days whatever the pain. I want the wire cut and you know what that will do, Mistress will continue with her cunt whilst we do it. Yes?”

” Annelise, you are terrible!” Mariella giggles, feeling cuntcream oozing from her at the prospect.

“Good”

Annelise takes the list and sits again, cooing as she removes her cape.

” I have managed to do it for you my darling, because Auntie loves you and only wants to stop this pain. It is terrible isn’t it?”

The girl blinks.

” Now Auntie is going to take off the gag and give you a little water, then you must promise to say what Auntie wants you to say. You will won’t you?”

The girl blinks again.

” Oh good girl, and then Auntie will stop the pain. I promise and then I can help you, soothe the pain away.” She strokes the prisoner’s cheek.

” For I am a nurse and I can take all that pain away with a little needle………………….see, this one here. When you have confessed I will give my little darling the injection if she wants and all the pain will stop, won’t that be nice ?”

The girl is crying again. Annelise smiles down at her and then turns to grin at Mariella.

” Very well. Nurse, remove the gags please.”

April 22, 2009 - Posted by | Fetish | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

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