The Adventures of Star
Eagle
Episode 2
by L'Espion
Chapter
3 The
Interrogation
Colty stood on her toes in the centre of the room. Her arms were stretched over her and secured to one of the exposed roof beams. She was still clothed, but had doubts that she would be for long. Kleine had sent Boze to fetch something from one of the cars.
“Tall babe, ain’t you?” said Kleine assessing Colty’s almost six feet of height. The position of her arms over her head raised her already prominent breasts. The impressive milk glands drew Kleine’s attention like a flame attracts a moth.
“Time to see you in your natural state, babe.” He raised her left leg and pulled off her boot. Her right boot went next and then he pulled her leather pants off. He had already seen her naked genitals and curvaceous backside, but it was still a humiliating experience for Colty to be hung up like a slab of beef and slowly stripped.
“You asshole,” she gasped. “Have your fun, but you won’t get anything out of me.”
“I think you might be surprised at just how talkative you are going to become, babe,” Kleine said with a grin. “And I’m going to have one hell of a fun time persuading you.” He unzipped the front of her leather top. “You certainly make it convenient to undress you. All these zippers. I hardly have to cut anything.”
Colty’s impressive breasts were now exposed. Only the skimpy latex and silk of her demi bra stood between her and almost complete exposure. But Kleine took his time. Using one of her own razor edged knives he first cut through the leather of her sleeves, allowing the remainder of her top to drop away, and then cut the straps of her bra. She was now entirely nude.
Kleine stood back to have a good look at her and what he saw was spectacular. High globular breasts crowned by perfect pink nipples quivered slightly as she moved. Her waist was tiny by comparison and her flaring hips and long legs gave her figure an hourglass look. Kleine guessed that she was probably a 36-24-35. But she was more than an exquisite piece of female architecture. Her smooth musculature spoke of not just of beauty, but of strength and danger. Every inch of her incredible body spoke of an intense strength. He licked his lips. He was looking forward to a long session with this bitch. Soon she would be begging him to do what he had forced her to do only an hour of so before.
Colty was helpless. Forced to stand on tiptoe to take some of her body weight off her arms, she was tiring rapidly. The gang rape had taken quite a bit out of her and, in addition, she had been strung up for about an hour. She could feel her energy draining from her body. It was imperative that she conserve her strength. Kleine was within easy range of her feet, but it would do very little good to strike out at him. She was very unlikely to do him much damage, and the punishment for such an action would be savage. She had little choice but to endure what indignities Klein had planned for her and hope for some chance to escape.
“Sure you won’t change you mind, babe?” Kleine asked. “What I have planned for you is going to be very painful. You’re going to tell me what I want to know anyway. Why don’t you save yourself a lot of suffering and just tell me now?”
“Go to hell, asshole,” Colty replied. It wasn’t the most brilliant retort, but it seemed appropriate under the circumstances.
“Have it you way, babe. I’m going to enjoy this.” At that moment the door opened. Boze and Caltman entered carrying several items. Colty tried to keep her face impassive, but her heart rate almost doubled.
“Hook her up,” ordered Kleine.
“You bastards,” Colty said. “You gutless bastards.” Eyes wide she watched as Boze approached. He was carrying a set of jumper cables.
Colty kept herself from screaming only with difficulty as the clamp of the jumper cable was snapped over the tip of her left breast. It cut into the soft flesh cruelly, the sharp edge of the metal cutting into her skin. “Bastard,” she gasped.
Her right breast was next. The clamps were large, intended for locking onto the battery terminals of trucks and cars. The pressure they applied was excruciatingly painful and so intense that each clamp drew blood, sending twin rivulets of the red fluid dripping down her chest and belly to the floor. Breathing heavily, she grasped the rope that suspended her from the ceiling and arched her back in an involuntary reaction to the vicious pain.
“Why are you doing this?” Colty whimpered. She could not keep the pain or the fear out of her voice. There was little doubt was Kleine had in mind for her, and the thought of what was to come terrified her.
Kleine chuckled. He did not answer her question. Instead he attached the other end of one of the jumper cables to a large car battery and then picked up the other cable. “Seventy amps of cranking power, babe. You should find this experience quite electrifying.” He laughed uproariously at his own joke.
“You asshole,” Colty swore. “If you connect that terminal you’ll burn me.”
“Probably, but not too badly. After all I wouldn’t want to permanently damage those big tits of yours. Just heat them up a little.”
“NO!” Colty cried. She was really frightened by now. The high amperage of a car battery was capable of delivering a tremendous electrical jolt. It would burn her badly at the very least.
“Aaagghhh!!” Kleine paid no attention to her protests. Colty thought that her breasts were going to explode, and then the terrible pain stopped, replaced by a throbbing ache in the region surrounding her areolas.
Kleine gave her little time to recover. He almost immediately completed the circuit again. “Aaagghh!” Colty cried again. She had no control over herself. The scream was torn out of her each time Kleine sent the current surging through her. He kept it up for a good fifteen minutes. At the end of that time her breasts were burning with such intensity that she was sure they were damaged beyond repair.
“Alright now, babe,” Kleine said, turning over control of the jumper cables to Caltman. “It’s time to answer some questions. I think you know what will happen if I don’t get answers that I like.”
Colty said nothing, afraid she would anger Kleine. She did not want to face such terrible pain again. Her breasts felt as if they were on fire. She gripped the rope that suspended her tightly, and tried to control the trembling of her body.
“Now babe, how did you get here? And I want a straight answer this time.”
“I flew down,” Colty gasped. For the first time in her adult life she was afraid of a man. It was a humiliating and demoralizing experience.
“That better,” gloated Kleine. “Now where did you park it?”
“An abandoned airstrip a couple of miles from here.”
“Oh yes, I should have known,” Kleine said, nodding. “I used to fly drugs out of that strip back in the days when I was a runner.” He turned to Boze. “Unhook her. She’s given me my ticket out of this Mexican dump. We’ll take her with us. I think she will prove mighty useful.” The look that he gave Colty as he finished speaking sent chills down her spine. It wasn’t hard to guess why Kleine wanted her along and the thought of what lay in store for her was terrifying. Somehow she had to find a way to escape.
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