The Adventures of Modesty Blaise
Episode 1 The Lhasa Incident
This pathetic effort is a parody and is only remotely intended to
resemble the characters created by Peter
O’Donnell. Other than the
names and images of some of the characters all work is original and any
resemblance to any of Mr. O’Donnell’s works is purely
accidental.
Chapter 6 The
Interrogation
Modesty bit back a
cry of pain as she fell to her knees.
Only with difficulty did she manage to stagger back to her
feet. Her wrists were still
handcuffed behind her back and the savage gang rape had left her
shattered. Her loins burned from
the brutal quadruple rape; her thighs were bruised and bloodied; and her
breasts ached; but worst of all was the mental anguish that threatened to
overwhelm her sanity. Throughout
the two hour ordeal she had sought to ignore what was being done to her;
to remove her mental awareness of the brutal violation of her
body. But it had been near
impossible. The three guards
had taken her in succession while Chow stood by and jeered at her pain and
suffering. Etched in her mind
were his scornful words regarding her fighting
abilities.
“Is this the
best MI 5 has to offer? You barely
tested me. But then I doubt that
you have met a master of the Chinese art of
Wushu. You are little more than
a common thief, sneaking into the palace and hoping to steal what is ours
from under our noses. Do not
think I do not know what you came for.
We have been waiting for someone to try and take it and now that you
have you will tell me where it is.
Either that or the little session you just enjoyed will seem like
a picnic.”
Modesty was far too
beaten to respond to the retorts.
Barely able to walk she wove from side to side, struggling to keep
from falling again. The guards
made no effort to help her, other than giving her the occasional shove when
she faltered.
By the time they returned
to what Modesty thought of as the torture chamber, she was barely able to
stand. Forefront in her thoughts
was the knowledge that her ordeal was just
beginning. Chow clearly intended
to torture her until she talked, even though there was an easier way to get
what he wanted. All he would
have to do was threaten Willie’s life or worse yet, bring him into the
room and start to work on him and she would tell them
everything. But Chow either
didn’t know that or didn’t
care. Modesty suspected it was
the latter. The look of bestial
satisfaction in the man’s eyes when he had raped her left no doubt how
much he would enjoy torturing her.
She was pushed into
the room by one of the guards.
Quickly they led her over to a thick plank that measured about eight
feet long and a foot wide. It
was supported on two boxes and she was forced onto it, her legs straddling
it. In this helpless position
two of the guards held her while the third removed her
handcuffs. They then pushed her
down so that her back was against the board and her wrists against a second
board that had been bolted crosswise to the underside of the
plank. Leather straps attached
to the crosspiece were tightly secured about her wrists, leaving her lying
on her back unable to rise. There
were, however, three more straps to go, one for each ankle and one for her
neck. Modesty was completely
immobilized and knew before it happened what Chow intended for
her.
The guards took each
end of the board and carried her over to a large copper
tub. They leaned the board against
it so that Modesty’s feet were higher than her head and then while she
watched they used the buckets of water to fill the
tub. Chow stood over
her. “Let’s keep this
simple. I want the location of
the treasure. If you don’t
know it then tell me what you did with the map that British Intelligence
stole from Alexei Kozlov.”
Modesty saved her
breath. She knew she would need
it for what was to come.
“Alright,” Chow said,” let’s see how long you
last with your head under water.”
The plank was lifted
so that Modesty’s head was at one end of the tub and her feet at the
other. Using the crosspiece as
a pivot her feet were lifted and her head lowered, plunging her into the
water.
Modesty almost released
her breath. She had not expected
the water to be so cold. It chilled
her, adding to the feeling of complete helplessness and
terror. This was part of the
process of torture, to instill in the victim the knowledge that her tormentors
could do anything they wanted with her and there was nothing she could do
about it. There was also another
frightening aspect; the fear that the torturers could always go too
far. As she fought to hold her
breath she wondered how long Chow would keep her
submerged.
There was a fine line
in the art of torture. Chow would
be watching her carefully, assessing just how long she could hold on before
she began to drown. He would
eventually let her up, and then question her again before once more immersing
her. Each time he would push
the limits of the submersion a little farther until finally she would be
forced to draw breath. Then she
would be lifted sputtering and coughing to the surface, her lungs desperately
trying to expel the water she had
inhaled. He would have the board
tilted so that the water would drain from her lungs and then he would start
all over again. She had no illusions
that she could survive such an ordeal.
Eventually Chow would win.
She would tell him what he wanted to know and then she would no longer
be of any use to him, nor would Willie.
Her thoughts were
turned from the analysis of her ordeal to merely
surviving. How long had her head
been under water? Her lungs were
already burning, her diaphragm beginning to spasm as it sought to force her
to breathe. And then she was
tipped upward, water streaming from her head and torso to see Chow standing
over her.
“Hmm, that was
impressive. Over two
minutes. Your lungs are very
well developed.” As he spoke
Chow’s hands went to Modesty’s breasts and stroked the bruised
flesh. Her sensitive nipples
were quite erect from the cold and tingled as his fingers swept over
them. “Now, shall we try
for three or do you have something you want to
say?”
Modesty’s silence
gave him his answer. Chow motioned
and once again the guards ducked her into the
water. This time she tried counting
the seconds 120… 121… She
reached 185, and her lungs were on fire, her chest heaving as she fought
back the desperate desire to breathe, and then she was tilted up
again. She sucked in air in great
shuddering gasps, barely aware of Chow stroking her
body.
“You are
magnificent. I never suspected
that you could hold out that long.
But I think that is your limit.
The next time you will be forced to breathe and then who knows what
might happen?”
Modesty was gasping
too hard to have answered, but Chow took her lack of response as another
refusal to speak. He nodded and
once more the board was tilted into the
water. This time she knew her
lungs could not last. She was
tiring rapidly. The strain of
her body was too great for her to endure much more in the way of
punishment. She lasted less than
two minutes before giving in to her body’s
demands.
She breathed - and
sucked in air. Chow stood over
her, grinning. “You didn’t
really think I would let you drown did
you? I’m enjoying this
game. Let’s see how long
you want to play.” The board
tilted down again and the water swirled around
her. By now the continued emersions,
had her not only short of air, but also shivering as she descended into the
depths of hypothermia. Chow’s
game was slowly killing her.
She came up reeling
from lack of oxygen, the shivering even more violent, but Chow did not let
up. He had her dunked again and
then again, until she was completely disoriented, gasping desperately for
air, and hardly able to grab a breath before being plunged into the water
once more. She finally sucked
water into her lungs, as Chow had known she would, and came up coughing and
sputtering uncontrollably.
Desperate for air, she tried to suck it into her lungs while
simultaneously trying to expel the water.
The result was a fit of coughing that racked her body for several
minutes. Coupled with the cold
she was near unconscious when Chow finally
relented.
Chow stood over
her. “Enough for
now. I have all the time I want
to make you tell me what I want to know.
Eventually you will break.
But in the meantime it is time to do something about that
shivering.” He turned to
the guards and said something in Chinese.
They stepped forward and unstrapped Modesty’s shaking body from
the plank. Lifting her to her
feet they carried her down the hall.
Modesty had no idea
where she was being taken and was far too close to unconsciousness to even
notice where she was. She was
dragged into a small room and dumped on a
cot. Vaguely she realized that
the room where she had been taken was much better furnished than the cells
where she and Willie had first been taken, but it didn’t register as
to why until the handcuffs clicked on her wrists and she heard the door
close.
She was alone with
Chow and lying face down on his bed with her wrists handcuffed to the railing
at the top of the cot. By now
she was shaking so badly from the effects of the cold water that she was
barely aware of Chow as he stripped off his clothing and then she felt his
heavy presence as he pressed his naked body against
her.
His weight pressed
her down into the bed almost suffocating
her. He laughed close to her
right ear. “It wouldn’t
do to have you die before you have told me what I want to know, but you must
be warmed up and this is the perfect way to do it.”
Modesty was too weak
to even struggle, but she moaned in pain as Chow parted her thighs and pushed
his thick member between the lips of her bruised
vulva. He took her slowly inching
into her with long easy movements of his huge
body. At first she felt almost
nothing, but as he body warmed each thrust and every half inch of penetration
became pure agony as he penetrated her swollen
vagina. Slowly he quickened his
pace until the rhythm of the rape began to heat her chilled
body. His sweat dripped onto
her and as her core temperature rose so did the pain, until she was gasping
in agony. Chow had saved her
life, but in the most brutal way
possible. But it was about to
get much worse.
Satisfied that he
had at least partially revived her, Chow pulled out of her and shifted his
weight higher, until his now slick phallus slid between the moons of her
buttocks. Knowing what was going
to happen Modesty strained weakly against her bonds, but she had no chance
stopping Chow from penetrating her anus.
She cried out weakly as he pushed into her, forcing open her tight
sphincter and ravaging her while she fought futilely to
escape. Pinned beneath Chow’s
sweating hulk, she was helpless to prevent him from grunting his way slowly
into her.
Almost weeping from
the pain, Modesty collapsed from exhaustion and for the remainder of the
rape lay limply on the cot, too weak to even raise her
head. Only when Chow had fully
satisfied himself did he pull out and lie beside her, panting from his
exertions.
“That was quite
satisfactory,” he crowed. He
placed his left arm around her, rolling her over slightly so that he could
grope her breasts. “Tomorrow
we will continue. Sooner or later
your will to resist will be broken.
But please do not feel the need to hurry on my
account. I am enjoying the process
immensely.”
Modesty closed her
eyes. Deep inside burned a desire
for vengeance that was so strong it forced all other thoughts from her
mind. Somehow she would
escape. And when she did Chow
would come to rue the day he had ever met
her.
EXHAUSTION allowed
Modesty to sleep, but her rest was fitful and punctuated by frightful dreams
in which she was raped over and over again by Chow and his
henchmen. When she awoke she
found to her chagrin that Chow was gone.
She had been too exhausted to even notice when he had left the
bed. Still chained to the head
of the bed she could do little more than lie where she was and shiver in
the cold. Chow’s room was
not much different from a cell, and chained as she was, there was no way
she could even begin to attempt an
escape. Soon Chow and his henchmen
would come for her and then the ordeal would begin all over
again. It was a chilling thought
and something that she could do nothing to
prevent. Even if she had managed
to get off the bed, there was nothing in the room to help her; not even as
much as a comb. Apparently Chow
used the room for nothing more than raping his female captives between
interrogation sessions.
Twisting her body
she managed to roll over. Something
at the back of her mind told her that there might be something she could
use. She could just manage to
pull up the edge of the mattress and peer beneath
it. She could remember the squeaking
of the bedsprings as Chow had thrust into her and was rewarded with the sight
of a crudely interwoven system of wires supporting the
mattress. Stretching the cuffs
to the maximum, she managed to get her fingers on one of the small pieces
of metal and began to work it back and
forth. The bedsprings were crudely
made, consisting of interlinked strands of ordinary
wire. She was able to work a
bit of metal back and forth until finally metal fatigue did its work and
it broke off. At that moment
a noise outside the door alerted her to Chow’s
return. Quickly she bent her
head and tucked the small piece of wire into her
mouth. It was not the perfect
hiding place, especially with what Chow and his goons were going to do to
her. She moulded it to her gum
line, hoping that it would not fly out if she screamed and waited to see
what Chow had in mind for her.
A key turned in the
lock and the door was thrown open.
Chow entered, followed by three of his
henchmen. He stood over her,
a leering grin on his face.
“Time for another session, Miss
Blaise. I hope it does not take
so much out of you that you cannot grace my bed
again. I find our lovemaking
to be most exhilarating.”
“Lovemaking? It that what you call
rape? I expect that it is the
only way you can get a woman.”
Modesty’s words burned with rage, but it was merely her way of
hiding her fear. She couldn’t
afford to cringe in front of her captors.
If she did she would break and then it would be all over for her and
Willie.
“You are more
resilient than I thought,” Chow
replied. “But do not doubt
that I will break you. It is
only a matter of time. Until
then, the process of achieving that goal will be most
enjoyable.”
Modesty kept any retort
to herself. She had made her
point and she suspected she would need all of her strength in the next few
hours if she was not to betray Willie.
She had little doubt that Chow was holding her partner in reserve
just in case he could not break her.
If she somehow managed to survive what her was going to do to her
without breaking then it would be Willie’s turn next and Modesty did
not know what she would do if faced with the prospect of either talking or
allowing Willie to be tortured.
Her thoughts were
wrenched back to the present as she was hauled into the interrogation
room. Her eyes went immediately
to the copper tub where she had been nearly drowned the previous
day. However, this time Chow
had something else in mind. The
guards apparently already knew what he
wanted. They dragged her to the
centre of the room and attached her handcuffed wrists to a chain hanging
from the ceiling. With a few
quick tugs the chain was tightened raising her arms over her head and forcing
her on to the tips of her toes. The
position was extremely uncomfortable, but Modesty feared more what she knew
was coming next. She was more
than aware of the various bits of electrical apparatus hanging around the
room and knew that she was in a perfect position for Chow to use it on
her.
Her fears were immediately
proven true when Chow’s henchmen drenched her with buckets of shockingly
cold water. For awhile they did
nothing else but keep her soaked, but it was
enough. Within a short time she
was shivering uncontrollably as the cold seeped into her
bones. Then Chow approached
her. Slowly he circled her, observing
Modesty’s trembling body. Her
perfectly rounded breasts slowly rose and fell; her nipples hard and dripping
with water. “You cannot
win, Miss Blaise,” Chow gloated.
“Everything is stacked in my
favour. Why not tell me what
I want to know and then we can get on with the more pleasant aspects of our
relationship.”
Modesty was shivering
so hard she could barely speak, but she would not have answered in any case
as Chow almost certainly expected.
He nodded to his henchman and Modesty felt the touch of metal against
her toes as metal clips were attached to
them. Chow moved in front of
her holding two wooden poles from which trailed copper
wire. Sponges were wrapped around
the top of each pole and would serve as conductors for an electrical current
when wet. Modesty was familiar
with the torture device although she had never seen it
used. She was about to find out
first hand just how effective it was.
Chow dipped the sponges into a bucket of water, and then he touched
the sponges to Modesty’s breasts, completing the
circuit.
“Aaaahh!”
Modesty’s scream was completely
involuntary. The surge of electrical
current though her sensitive breasts and over the surface of her damp skin
was excruciating. But Chow was
just beginning. While his henchmen
continued to douse her with buckets of frigid water he moved the water-soaked
sponges over her body, touching her between her legs, on her buttocks and
belly, and of course targeting her breasts again and
again. Each touch was brutally
painful, but left no mark. That
blessing was lost on Modesty as she screamed until she was hoarse, but still
Chow kept up the torture until she was so exhausted that her body no longer
heaved when the crude electrodes made
contact. “Take her back
to my room,” Chow ordered.
Barely
conscious, and still sobbing with the pain of her
ordeal she could not prevent her captors from dragging her to Chow’s
cell and tying her to the cot. Her
body throbbed where the electric current had surged through
her. Chow had concentrated on
her breasts and the area between her thighs and Modesty felt as if the skin
had been stripped form her body in those
regions. But her agonized condition
did not save her from another round of Chow’s
“lovemaking.”
He was especially
brutal this time, beginning with the insertion of an ivory dildo into her
anus. It was flared at the end
so that once inserted it would not easily work its way out, and Modesty sobbed
in pain at the vile intrusion. Then
Chow rolled her over and forcing himself between her thighs fucked her
mercilessly. Already sore from
his earlier efforts, Modesty felt every savage
thrust. It was like being raped
with sandpaper, but as on the previous night it probably saved her life,
forcing heat into her chilled body even as she was brutally
violated. She was left soaked
in both her own sweat and Chow’s, still moaning from the pain of the
dildo in her backside.
Chow leaned over her,
supporting his weight on his hands as he straddled
her. He bent his head and took
her left nipple between his teeth and bit down until it bled and then slowly
licked the blood from the ravished bud.
“Tomorrow you
will break,” Chow said quietly.
“You will tell me everything that I wish to
know. You are very strong, but
I can sense than you are close to
breaking. No woman can stand
this sort of punishment forever.”
Modesty’s only
reply was an agonized cry as the dildo was wrenched from her
anus. Chow gave it a final twist
as he pulled it free, sending spasms of pain through
her. Even so, she barely moved
as he hurt her. Exhaustion had
claimed her and even if he had removed the handcuffs Modesty would have been
too weak to escape. But Chow
was wrong. She was not yet ready
to break. She had been tortured
before and in spite of the complete feeling of helplessness such a process
created she had survived without betraying what her captors wanted to
know. It was no different this
time. He might make her scream
and subject her to the most degrading indignities, but he had not yet broken
her spirit. And just as important,
the small piece of wire she had tucked between her lip and her gums was still
there.
“Bastard,”
Modesty thought. “I’m
going to make you regret you ever laid eyes on me.”
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