INTERROGATOR 2 - Extract

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"What do you say infidel slut? Tell me what you say now?" And Jameela was hinting that Fay should be thanking her for what she had just done to her. But whereas Fay had plenty of those screams left, she didn't have a single solitary thank you to give. "Fuck you, you sick cunt." And that was Fay, between her screams and between the spasms of pain that were destroying her internally, but also destroying her mind. One had to think that a human being wouldn't be able to take much of this kind of pain. One had to think that a woman, any woman, wouldn't be able to take this through to the distance. "Ah yes, except it's fuck YOU isn't it infidel slut? It's you who are fucked." And with that Jameela dialled in another degree or two of inflation into the anal appendage and there was this almighty scream. This wretched scream that seemed to attempt to pierce ear drums. Fay was letting it all out.

One look at Fay's face told of the agony she was in. One look at that attractive but distraught face told of the pure undiluted agony she was in. Fay had been through many ordeals, she had been through many dangerous missions but there wouldn't have been one of them that matched the pain she was going through at this precise time. "On your feet slut." The instruction was simple and it was direct. Jameela wasn't in the mood for negotiation. What she was in the mood for was hearing Fay beg and plead for her life. But she wasn't getting any of that. She wasn't getting any of that at all. Come to think of it, she hadn't got any of it in twelve months. And she had inflicted the kind of torments that brought out begging and pleading for one's life kind of naturally. But not with Fay. She, despite her femininity, and her previous elegance, was made of sterner stuff. She was made of the kind of stuff that was unbreakable - and it was unbendable. Jameela pulled up a seat as Fay got to her feet. The poor woman could only just get to her feet such was the pain of that appendage up inside her. And even when she got on to her feet, she struggled to stay like that. She struggled to remain still. One of her bare feet was on its tip toes and the other wasn't. And there was the continuous shifting of her weight from one foot to the other. And there were the continuous gasps from her as she tried to absorb that pain.

And that was the thing about Fay. She wasn't too proud to let it be seen that she was in pain. But she wasn't in enough of it to make her break and to let her make these begging pleading sounds that Jameela wanted to hear. She knew how it worked - she knew what this bitch wanted her to look like and sound like. But it was inbuilt into Fay that she would not crack under it. So she remained in pain, and she remained resolute that she would not crack completely and that, that little light in her eyes would not go out. She stood in front of this seated woman and she did that little dance from foot to foot and she tried to smile as Jameela looked down on her but that was a failure. It came across more as a grimace than a smile. And what Jameela was seeing was a woman on the edge of breaking. And she smiled to herself. "I'm going to release your hands, just for a little while. I want you to have some relief before I start the real work with you. I want you to feel that relief so that when I take it off you again it will be that much worse for you."

And Jameela's words made sense. The words of a cruel sadist. But they were words that made the inner mind of Fay become alert. In fact they were words that made the whole of Fay's central nervous system become alert and erect. She made a sound but it was a sound that would simply tell Jameela that she was at the end of her tether. That she didn't want any more pain. That she might even be grateful for her hands to be released from behind her. This was Fay reverting to type. This was Fay pinging back into some form of action. She wasn't a hundred percent fit physically or psychologically but there was something there that'd been there all the time in reserve. There was something there that was telling her that she was going to get an opportunity. Maybe the only opportunity that she would ever get so it was one that she would have to at least try to take. "Turn around slut, reverse to me, let me untie you."

And this could have been Jameela's only ever mistake. It was just a shame that it was a big, big mistake. Fay may have been disabled and debilitated for the last year, but her mind had still worked. She had worked out that Jameela was alone in this place. There were no visits by mixed raced rapists for her. Fay was special for Jameela and she was all to herself. Fay's mind hadn't stopped working or turning over. It might have been depleted somewhat, but it hadn't forgotten the training - it hadn't forgotten any of that. And in that training would have been the knowledge that at some point, at least at one point she would get an opportunity to turn the tables and now her mind was working overtime with this. She turned on her fucked up feet and reversed back to Jameela who untied and unchained her. "Now turn around slut, let me see you. Let me see your face."

Fay turned around and there was this look of agony on her face. The appendage wasn't being inflated anymore but it was still up inside her - and every movement she made seemed to make that impaled appendage hurt her more. She turned around and looked down on Jameela. The Muslim was looking up at her. And that was the thing about Jameela - she didn't look at people the same way that others did. For her there was always this studying aspect. She was always looking at people, people in general, looking for ways to hurt them. Ways to hurt them physically yes but also way to hurt them psychologically. There was always this sense that Jameela looked 'inside' anyone she looked at. It was like a habit for her. For her everyone, every woman and if needs be, every man was a victim ready to be taken by her. So when she looked at someone it was like she was getting the measure of them. And when she looked at someone in Fay's position, there could have only been one reason that she looked the way she did - and that was because she was planning her next step. She was thinking deeply about what else she could do to this woman. "You look exquisite. An exquisite slut. An exquisite infidel slut. And one that is about to discover the

true meaning of torture."