INTERROGATOR
2 - Extract
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DrkFetyshNyghts 2020
"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."