This is a strong and graphic tale involving rape and torture. It is fiction born entirely out of my warped imagination. Those who find depictions of rape and torture obscene please read no further. This story is not for persons under the age of 18. You have been warned.

Electric Torture in South American Torture Centre
by
thepunisher									Published August 2014

Chapter 1

Abduction

It all happened so suddenly. The four men burst into the apartment in the middle of the night. Before Silje could switch on her bedside lamp her bedroom door burst open and she was ordered to 'Get out'. She tried to hide her nakedness but the strong hands of one of the men grabbed her and ordered her to get dressed. She felt her mouth dry and the adrenaline pumping through her body like a runaway express train. A thousand thoughts swirled through her mind like a whirlpool. 'My God, I've been taken' she thought. She knew it could happen but she thought she'd been meticulous in all her activities with group. 

Before she could say anything a hood was forced over her head and a gag tied over her mouth. She was pushed into car and they sped off into the night. The men in the car were mute as the noise of the city subsided and the ride progressively got bumpier.  About an hour later the car came to a stop and she could here words exchanged and the ride continued for a few minutes more. The car reached one of the interrogation centres.  Silje was dragged out and led down a long corridor where she could here the screams of women being tortured. Suddenly they stopped and removed her shade  and gag. She was thrown into a cell full of the strong smell of damp and urine which filled her noise. A dirty mattress lay on the floor and a rusty old metal chair stood in the corner. She sat on the chair petrified, her head cradled in her hands as she sobbed to the terrifying sounds coming from behind the thick metal door.

Silje lay on the dirty mattress in the tiny, cold windowless cell for what seemed like days. Each time she started to dose she was awakened by the slamming of metal doors. Every time she heard the distant screams, a shot of fear hit her like a bolt of electric current. She dreaded the time when her cell door would open but after what seemed for ever she heard the cold sharp metal clunk of the bolt.  

'Get up you Filthy whore', barked the guard, a brute of a man who entered the cell with a second man who was much younger. They both had dirty smirks on their faces. Silje was led down the corridor and into a warmer room which was also windowless. In front of her sat a well-dressed man behind a desk.

'Do come in Miss Resendes and take a seat', said the Colonel. Silje thought he sounded suspiciously polite. Silje obeyed. 

'I don't need to ask you many questions as you know why you are here and I know all about you'. He glanced at the report in front of him as he took a long drag of his cigarette.

'Silje Resendes, aged 18, youngest daughter of Anna and Maquel Resendes, Student, etc, etc' he continued. 

'When you were 17 you met Rodriques Gonzales 21, whom you fell in love with and it wasn't long before you joined the FFD (Front For Democracy). You have been fighting for the front ever since'. 

Silje sat looking into the eyes of the Colonel, she knew that it was futile to deny anything. She also knew she would be tortured. But she would never tell them anything. She would never put her group in jeopardy. Not now. Not before the big day, the day they had been planning for for so long.

'How did you find me?', she asked.

'Ah, we have been watching you some time, you stupid, foolish girl'. He said, with a trace of anger in his voice.

'You know what happens to filth like you now don't you?'. His tone had changed from the nice guy to the bad guy.

He continued – 'I'll be honest with you, I volunteered for this post, why? Because my two daughters were killed by one of your bombs and I swore I would devote the rest of my days destroying your pathetic organisation'.

'We will never let you have peace', she replied. 'We are getting stronger by the day and we are not afraid to die for freedom from you swine'. Silje couldn't hold herself back any longer. She knew she was doomed but the thought of being kept alive was frightened her.

'You think you are brave girl. We have special prisons for scum like you and they are nasty places. Yes, they will enjoy processing you. But not until I have finished with you. You know what we want from you and I advise you to talk now because you will talk, you all do, that's how we got your name and the name of your boyfriend. There is very little we do not know about your organisation but you will fill in a few details for us, won't you?', he said with a hateful expression on his face.

'I will tell you nothing. You can torture me to death.......'

'No', he broke her off, 'No, we will not kill you my dear, you are going to suffer in one of our special prisons. From now on you are only going to think of one thing and that is how you can kill yourself. We will make your life so bad, so very, very bad', he paused.  'My daughters would be your age now. Such a waste for one so beautiful.

The colonel returned to his desk and shouted for the guards. 'Take her to room 4', he ordered.  

Chapter 2

The Rape

Silje felt the rough hands grab her delicate arms as she was dragged out of the room. She felt the cold of the long corridor as she passed one metal doors one after the other. She had not noticed the screams when she was with the colonel but now they sounded louder than ever. At the end of the corridor they led her down two flights until they came to another metal door with a large number 4 stencilled on it. A couple of knocks and the door opened. Inside, the room was much bigger than the colonel's, with a large metal bad and mattress in the middle. There were 3 men in the room, they had been drinking she could see. One of them held a glass in his hand while another replenished his glass from a half full bottle on the table. The two guards left her with the tree men in the room. 

'Strip!' said the oldest of the men, he was bare from the waist up and fat. 'Take everything off' he continued, 'I hope you don't smell as bad as the last whore'.

Silje knew it would happen but she thought she was strong enough to take it. She had always been shy, even with Rodriques even though she knew men adored her body. She didn't want them to break her now. She didn't want to show the terror which was building up inside of her

'STRIP!!, YOU FUCKING BITCH OR WE'LL DO IT FOR YOU!!', shouted the youngest of the three, he looked about 19 or 20ish. He had crazy eyes and looked as if he had taken something stronger than whisky. 

Silje slowly unbuttoned her dress and took it off. They watched her silently and in awe as she reached to unfasten her bra which strained to contain her full breasts which burst free as the bra fell to the floor. She stood covering her breasts staring at the floor. 

'And the panties', a guard said quietly as he watched the spectacle.

Silje slowly lowered her white full-cut panties revealing her full dark bush. 

'Give me the panties', said the youngest man, 'I want to see what you smell like before I put my cock into you'

'Fuck you, you dirty bastards', said as she sobbed. 

The young boy took up her panties off the floor, found the gusset and, showing the others the stains, put it to his nose and sniffed it. 'MMMM', he said, 'YUM, we're going to enjoy you'. He said as he and the others laughed.

The thugs then grabbed her arms and tied her spread-eagled on the bed. They then took turns raping her for the next two hours as they finished off the whisky bottle and opened another. They fucked her every hole, shooting their sperm over face. They came time and time again, the youngest having a permanent erection. Silje lay there numb. She tried to think of anything to take her mind off the pain and humiliation she was suffering but the pain was too much. The worst was the young guy, his penis was huge and felt like she was being impaled. He enjoyed seeing her in pain. She thought they would never stop. They even fucked her up the ass, which was terrible. She had never felt so bad ever before in her life. She wanted to die and saw a holster with the pistol on the floor. They slowly untied her and she sat up on the bed. They offered her a glass of whisky which she took and drank straight down taking the putrid taste of sperm from her mouth. 

Silje knew she had nothing to to lose by killing these three, she just to be very quick. As the three were chatting and drinking together she made her move and grabbed the gun. 

'Put it down sweetie, there's a good girl' said one of the men as they all slowly advanced towards her.

Silje knew how to handle guns and she cocked the pistol. 'Get back' she said.

'You're  not going to shoot us sweetie, not after the great time we just gave you are you'? They laughed.

Silje aimed at the man closest to her and pulled the trigger hitting him in the head. He just fell without a sound. Before she had time to react to the second man, he pounced on her, grabbed her arm so hard that she lost her grip of the pistol and the third man grabbed the gun. 

Suddenly the door burst open and the colonel was there with the two guards. Silje stood there naked, she saw the fury in the colonel's eyes. He took the gun pointed and shot dead the two remaining men who raped her.

'Get dressed', he said in a quiet voice. 'Take her back to her cell' he ordered the guards as the left the room.

Chapter 3

Interrogation

Silje lay on her mattress in the cell. She was cold and thirsty; they hadn't given her a blanket. She was still in shock both because of the raping and the killing of the 3 men. 'They deserved to die, the bastards', she thought. She wondered if it was day or night and how much time had elapsed since she had been taken. She wondered how they would torture her. She was only sure of one thing -she would never talk. Only herself and 3 others knew about the planned attack by the FFD on the train carrying the head of the whole rotten regime. Major Gen. Francisco Bleish, the most feared man in the country. The screaming had stopped now and all was quiet.  Despite the cold, Silje began to doze and eventually fell asleep.

She was woken up abruptly by the door of the cell suddenly opening. I tray with a glass of water and a bowl of luke warm porridge both of which she gulped down in seconds. A short time later they came for her and she soon found herself back in the colonel's room. 

'You killed one of my men', he said

'You killed two', she replied.

'Shut up, you fucking bitch', he demanded.

'Now we know more than you think. We know your group have been assigned a task, an act against the State. I want you to tell me the details of the....................'

'I won't tell you anything' she broke him off.

'Now listen to me you stupid girl', he continued 'This centre holds over 300 women, all of which will give us everything we want to know before we send them away. I have men here who enjoy torturing women, they are psychopathic sadists trained to inflict pain you couldn't even imagine was possible. We once had a woman here whom we knew had vital information. She wouldn't talk. She went through the most horrendous pain, but her tongue was tied. She was young and beautiful but very, very stubborn. A bit like you. Do you know how they made her talk? They sent her to hospital where she was operated on and returned here before she gained consciousness. Before she left she had beautiful breasts. When she returned they put her in front of a mirror after they had removed the bandages.  She had two long crooked purple scars stitched up with thick black thread where her breasts used to be. The surgeons were told to make it ugly. She collapsed and eventually went mad but not before she told us everything and implicated her younger brother and her mother in the plot'. The colonel turned and faced the wall.

'I ordered her breasts removed'. He said and turned and smiled at Silje. 'We will do anything to make you talk', he said.

' Why am I telling this? You may wonder'. He said
'You are trying to frighten me but you don't I will never tell you anything and will willingly die', she replied stubbornly.

'No, I know you believe you are invincible, but YOU ARE NOT!!!', Guards' he shouted.

Two guards entered the room. 'Take her to room 19', he ordered. 

Chapter 4

Torture

Silje knew this was it, it was going to get bad. She was marched down the corridor and up a flight of stairs. Next she found herself in a large, white tiled room. The reality of the scene which confronted her almost caused her legs to buckle from under her. Three women, one heavily pregnant, lay bound naked on three separate metal bed frames. One of the women was just a child no oldeR than 14 or 15. Two of the three were screaming as the torturers were touching their genitals with electric wires. Another torturer was fixing electrodes to the young girls small nipples. She watched him turn a dial on a box and the girl gave out the most terrible, spine-chilling scream. Silje felt she was going to vomit and suddenly she threw-up the porridge she ate earlier.  

The torture room was a scene from the worst of horror films. The sound of constant screaming was the worst. They wereN't even questioning the women, they were just hurting them badly. Silje was taken and hung up on a bream by the thumbs. She was together with two other women hanging there naked. The young girlbeing tortured lost consciousness first followed by the pregnant prisoner. So after they had removed the three women who were tortured the unhung us three and fastened all three of us to the metal bed frames. Two men started working on Silje. One of the men clipped on two electrods, one on each nipple. The other guy clipped an electrode to one of her cunt lips and another he inserted into her anus. The screaming from the other women started just before Silje felt the first shock. All she could feel was a massive burning both on her nipples and her cunt. A flash of blue exploded in her mind. She didn't hear herself scream out. A few seconds later and the burning subsided. Everything happened so quickly. Before she had time to come back to herself, the next shot burned her again, this time much worse. Now she heard herself screaming, an animal-like howling sound she had never heard before.

'STOOOOOOOP', she tried to cry out but to deaf hears. 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHSTTTOOOOOOOP', Her pleading eyes felt like they were going to pop out of their sockets. 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH........................AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH'. Silje didn't have time to breath as the pain dominated her whole being and the screaming got louder and more animal-like as the voltage slowly increased. Then they stopped. The pain on her genitals was indescribable and her nipples were literally burned and incredibly sore. All Silje could think of was to gasp enough air as she could.

'So you are one of the difficult ones are you', said the guy torturing her nipples. 'We'll see if your tongue will loosen a bit after this my little pretty one', he continued.

'NO...PPPPLEASE STOP, I CAN'T TAKEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, deep breath AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSTTOOOOOOOOOOPPPPP, STOPPPPPPP......................... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH'. Silje hadn't realised that this kind of pain existed. The pain in her vagina felt like a red-hot poker had been stuffed up it. She could see her nipples had turned a dark purple color. 

They stopped again.

'That was just a warm up girl. The real fun starts now', said the torturer, who seemed to be enjoying the spectacle. 

Silje couldn't hear what they were saying she just tried to babble the word 'stop' then 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.........AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH'.

Silje eventually passed out and was carried back to her cold cell. When she awoke, only her pain convinced her it was not a nightmare. She couldn't move. Every part of her body was stiff and the slightest move caused her to yelp. She just burst out crying in the knowledge that she could never go through that again. Nothing could have prepared her for this.

Silje breathed heavily. She wondered how anyone could withstand that kind of pain.  She lay there and thought of those who would be arrested. Her dear friend Mikel and Veronica both from the same university as her. Charles and Milly, and Maria. She loved them so much. Silje drifted in and out of consciousness and was eventually woken by the cell door opening. It was the colonel.

He just looked at what was left of her and only asked one question.

'Well, are you ready to talk or will these men (two thugs who stood behind him) have to take you for some more treatment'?

'No she shouted don't take me there I'll tell you anything please, please please.........'

The End

The above story was just fiction, however, there are women in the world today who have been tortured this was and are still being tortured. 

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