Part 3

I walked into the office that morning and read my brief.

Great job on identifying her as the bomber, my PDA read. Unforunately, the intel she provided was false. No snipers were located at the locations she described, and most of the names were falsified. Most. Of course. I could tell.

They did manage to rope in a few minor players. Civilians who were either spying for the enemy or secretly assisting the enemy soldiers. A few of them were pretty young actually. Sandra was more useful that I had thought. There was one other girl in the lot. Not quite as young as Sandra, but definitely pretty. She might come useful in a little bit.

So then I merrily made my way back to her cell, where she had been standing on one leg through the night. I looked at the leg holding her up, her thigh was covered with feces, forming a small pile just next to her foot. A puddle of urine had gathered next to her foot as well. I suspected that she was somewhat incontinent, as all of the ass fucking and violent dilation had probably rendered her anla sphincters non-functioning, so I did not entirely blame her for shitting herself. Her anal sphincter would take days to weeks to recover, at least.

Well. At least I had an idea of what her breakfast was going to be.

I scooped up all of her excrement and urine and collected it in a bucket. I then opened up a large can of wet dog food and dropped it in the bucket as well. And I had a surprise as well. I've been collecting the semen from some of the male guards regularly now. Many of them enjoy the idea of some of the female prisoners being forced to eat their cum, so a few of them regularly provide me with frozen cupfuls of jizz they've gathered over a period of weeks. Yeah, there are plenty of sick disgusting bastards that work here. We are an interrogation facility, after all.

I had told them to freeze it each time, so they wouldn't spoil. And so I've defrosted a cup of one of their semen, and dumped that in her bucket as well. I put on a pair of gloves, and mixed it thoroughly with my hands. The result: a putrid, disgusting, mush of brown human excrement, semen, urine, and actually highly nutritious but tasteless dog food that she was going to have to finish. Today. All of it. Or at least try. And I needed to get her to try.

It was safe to eat. But I imaging it had to taste awful. The shit in it was probably bitter and rotten tasting. The cum bitter too. Maybe the piss added some saltiness to it. The dog food. That was tasteless. So all in all, imagine a wet, mushy, bitter, somewhat salty, putrid tasting meal. She would have to drink a lot of water though. Taking this stuff in without plenty of water might be unsafe.

And because she had given us the wrong information, she had to eat all of it. For punishment.

"Alright," I said, "The information you gave us yesterday was bullshit. None of the identities were accurate. None of the positions held any snipers. So naturally, I am going to have to punish you."

I saw her glance wearily at the brown mixture in the bucket. Calorie-wise, it didn't add up to too much after all, and given how many calories she had already spent yesterday (and will spend today), it was certainly below her caloric requirement. But it was a fairly sizeable volume of mush, for one meal.

"You might be asking yourself how you're going to eat all of that. That's right. It's poop. Your poop. Your piss. And that white stuff I mixed in earlier. That's called semen. The rest is dog food, which if good for you, actually. Do you know what semen is?"

Sandra stared blankly ahead. She seemed too tired to really even process what was going on. I tried to picture in my head what she was feeling by now. Her left leg must be sore and fatigued from standing on one leg all night. She must be dead tired herself. Probably the last time she slept was over twenty four hours ago.

I bet her pussy was still sore from resting on a metal bar for hours. Her ass must be sore too. Both holes must still hurt like hell from the brutal rapes she endured yesterday. She had been crying all night. I could see dried up trails of snot down her lips and chin from her nose.

But there would be no rest for the weary.

I needed to hurt her some more.

"Do you know what semen is?" I asked her again.

For a fleeting moment she made eye contact with me. I had her back for a brief moment.

"Semen, believe it or not. Is where babies come from. It comes from the male penis. And when it goes inside a woman, it mixes up inside of her, and voila! A baby pops out nine months later. But you're a girl, not a woman yet. So that semen I pumped into you last night, well, that doensn't turn into a baby."

She looked at me with a blank stare. More like disinterest, mixed with, fear, I suppose?

"Yesterday, we had gone through what rape was. Somebody forcing an object inside one of your holes, typically your pussy or your asshole, and in your case yesterday, you got a taste of both holes being violated, over and over again, against your will. That's rape. How did it feel?"

No response.

"Unpleasant I bet. Painful, probably. Well, that's really just the beginning. We can do a lot of things to you here. Rape was just the start, but there's a few more things we have in store for you. I'd like to express my displeasure again, if I already haven't, for giving me inaccurate information yesterday. You made me look like an asshole to my superiors. Can you imagine? I need to give them information they can use. And so today, I will expect you to give me all of that information. But first, I have to punish you for giving me false information. And one of the parts of your punishment, is you will have to eat your shit, taste your piss, and swallow probably a month's worth of another man's semen."

Well damn. I just gave myself a tall order. She needed to be punished for false intel. Of course. But this was going to be hard. It's one thing to tie someone up and whip them bloody. They don't have a choice. But it's another thing to accept a punishment by eating shit-flavored dog food. That would take some serious convincing.

What have I done. Fuck.

I left the room to ponder for a moment. I didn't want her to witness me in deep thought.

My options were somewhat limited. I couldn't permanently damage her. I considered threatening forcing my fist inside her ass, I which I doubted was even possible without causing a fairly deep rip through her anal ring into her vagina. But I couldn't do that. I needed a threat I could make good on.

I decided to take a gamble.

We had in circulation a few other prisoners who had yet to be processed. One of them was the young girl that Sandra has assisted us in capturing. They had to have known each other, but in what capacity, it was still a mystery.

So I grabbed her.

She wasn't as young and delectable as Sandra, but she was still pretty. Her name was Jessica. Jessica was probably in her mid-teens. Jessica, like Sandra, was not an enemy combatant. A secretary of sorts. She knew a few things, but certainly nothing of any high value. She mailed letters. She connected calls. She got coffee. I'll bet Jessica was a dick to Sandra one day. I'll bet that's why she had her name ratted out to us. Well, I guess I didn't really care. We were going to find out how much Sandra really disliked Jessica, if at all.

And so I brought Jessica into our little room of horrors.

I stripped her down, of course, and tied her wrists to a rope from the ceiling. She was a pretty slender looking girl. Dirty blonde. Blue eyes. Small perky tits. And a hairless pussy. Interesting. She must have shaved or waxed that off. It also meant she wasn't sexually innocent, like dear Sandra.

Just to get things rolling quickly, I also put on a spreader bar on her ankles. And I lifted her up so that she had to stay on her tippy toes. Here was a body I could break. While Jessica was quite beautiful herself, with her, I gave myself permission to break her body down. I wanted it to be brutal. To be visually and viscerally gut-wrenchingly awful.

"Hello Jessica," I said to this quivering mass of female flesh.

"Please sir, I don't know anything. I've already told the man before you everything I know. I don't know anything else!"

"That's not what you are here for, Jessica," I said devilishly.

"Jessica, I want you to meet Sandra."

Jessica looked at Sandra. I'm sure she noticed as soon as she walked into the room that a child girl was tied up, naked, one leg hoisted up waist-level, head slumped over her chest. I'm sure she thought to herself. Now I'm fucked. If they're torturing children, then surely I'm fucked.

For a moment there was recognition between the two. Sandra could not look Jessica in the eyes. But Jessica knew.

"So who is this girl to you, anyways, Jessica?" I asked. I didn't think Jessica would hesistate to tell me whatever I wanted to know.

"She's the errand girl. I might have met her, once or twice? Maybe? I barely know her name. Pleae, sir, please whatever you're going to do to me, please don't. I'll do whatever you want!" Jessica pleaded.

And guess what? I believed every word. There was no reason for Jessica to lie. I almost cared what the relationship was between the two. But clearly, it was just a passing relationship. Maybe Jessica was mean to Sandra one day, and thought nothing of it. Maybe she dated a boy Sandra liked. Or maybe in a haze of pain and delirium Sandra gave the first name she could think of, and Jessica was the poor girl who she thought of. It didn't matter to me. Jessica was fucked.

"What you don't know, Jessica, is that unlike you, Sandra here, has not told us what we wanted to hear. You've been a good girl, Jessica. But Sandra has not."

I took a knife and cut Sandra down, who slumped to the floor.

I emptied the contents of the bucket into a large dog bowl, and placed it a few feet away from Sandra's face. I left her arms tied behind her back. I tied her right leg to a rope in the ceiling, so that her area of movement was restricted to just a few feet in the center of the room. It was the most freedom of movement she has had yet in this room.

"Sandra," I said, "I want you to eat this bowl of dog food, shit, piss, and cum. I want you to eat all of it. I don't care how long it takes for you to eat it. But eat it you shall. The longer you take, the longer this poor girl Jessica will have to suffer. I don't care if you like or, dislike her, if you're close to her, or barely know her. Jessica will suffer if you don't eat it all. If you vomit, I want you to vomit in the bowl, because if you vomit on the floor, you will have to lick everything back up from the floor. If there is one single speck of this brown mush that is not inside your belly, then young Jessica here will continue to hurt. I don't believe I can make myself any clearer than that. You may begin. Now, of course."

And so I began my little experiment.

I could do anything to Jessica. Oh god. This was fun.

The first thing I was really craving to do was to push my fist up this poor girl. But I wanted to soften her up first. So I started slapping her. Hard. Across the face. Over and over again until her cheeks were beet red, and the ferocity of the slaps were spryaing her tears across the room.

When I had Jessica sobbing, I threw a few hard slaps across her breasts. They weren't big breasts, by any means, but they were perfectly shaped. Perky. And tight. Actually I went to town on her breasts. After slapping them around, getting them bright red, I began to throw punches and uppercuts. I wanted her breasts to be beaten to a bloody pulp. A couple of jabs to the stomach really added some variety to my beat down too. And for good measure, I threw a few punches into her pussy too. I hit her hard. You could hear a sick thud as my fist landed smack dab in the center of her pussy.

I looked back at Sandra. I could see her crawl towards the dog bowl.

I had opened a pretty large can of dog food. She was going to be quite full after this. I doubted that she could even do this, but I was going to let her try.

My next order of business involved a big fat cane. I began to cane her entire body. Man, that bitch screamed and screamed. She really sang. And already, I could start to see Sandra slowly pushing the food into her mouth and swallowing. This little girl was doing it, I tell you that. She was really doing it. I'll admit, I wasn't entirely certain Sandra was going to try to eat that stuff.

But it didn't take long for Sandra to throw it all back up. And of course, she missed the dog bowl.

So I kept hurting Jessica.

I decide to get a little more extreme. By now, Jessica was already laced with red streaks. Some of the streaks were bleeding. I flipped her upside down, legs still spread, and hung her from the ceiling by her legs. And I began caning the shit out of her pussy. I really hammered that thing. I would bring my cane up above my head, and in a whizzing whoosh I would bring it down hard on Jessica's cunt lips.

More screams filled the room. They were deafening. Was this chick an opera singer or what? I had to put on some ear plugs so I wouldn't go deaf. Sandra would get no such luxury.

And I could see, Sandra kept trying. She didn't bother lapping up her vomit. She just kept on eating the mush from the dog bowl.

I watched with fascination as Jessica's pussy went from skin colored to red. From red to dark red. From dark red to purple. From dark purple to swollen dark purple. From swollen dark purple to swollen dark purple, oozing blood from busted vessels. I swung so hard that towards the end, I would send aerosolized blood misting up into the air with every blow to her bloodied cunt.

I thought to myself. Now would be the time to fist her.

I wanted to see if I could do it without any lube.

The first thing I did was use two fingers from both hands to pull apart her pussy. Ouch, right? That sounded painful already. How many fingers could I fit in there with one hand? I could actually get three in, right off the bat. Her pussy was a little bigger and more developed than Sandra's. She was, of course, probably almost done with puberty. Estrogen had bathed her sex organs long enough to give them that ruggated texture, that thickness. Ready for childbirth, I suppose. And ready for my fist.

Boy was she tight. And dry. Fuck this was going to hurt. My hands. I was kind of worried about my hands. I used three fingers with both hands now to pull apart her pussy. Really with all my strength. I wasn't at all concerned about her safety.

And actually I think it opened up quite a bit, especially after I ripped open her posterior fourchette.

With a bit of blood lubing my fist, I pushed my right fist in. With. All. My. Strength.

And I got it in too. But not as I watched literally the entire external entrance of her vaginal canal invert and suck inwards as my fist pushed deep into her sex canal.

I think by now she had lost her voice, from screaming so much, because she was now fairly hoarse.

I thoroughly explored her semi-wet, semi-dry female inside with what little room my fingers had to maneuver. And I pulled out. Rapidly.

I turned my head to look over at Sandra. I could see that she actually finished about half of her meal.

Her face was covered in the brown shit-mixture.

I could see a valiant effort in trying to hold back yet another upchuck of stomach contents. But she was unsuccessful, and threw up not only all over herself, but all over the floor again.

And so I went back to town on Jessica. And instead of fisting her pussy, I fisted her ass. Which proved to be more difficult, I tell you. I had to pull apart her anus again, and like her pussy, rip the opening up larger to accomodate my first. The tear in her flesh connected through her perineum with the vaginal tear, and with the two joining together, I had successfully created a fairly extensive recto-vaginal fisuta in the poor girl. But that mattered little, as I forced my fist in deep in her rectum. With my fist up her rectum, I began to wonder. Just. How. Far. How far could I go?

So I pushed and I pushed. And to my surprise, I was able to follow the bend in her colon (some of it I didn't follow, so I'm pretty sure I ripped a few internal connections in the process), and push my fist pretty fucking far up her colon. I pushed and pushed. I used all my freaking might. And to her horror, (but to my delight), I pushed my fist all the way into half her large intestine, stopping short at my elbow. Relishing this unique position, I wiggled my arm and fingers wildly, eliciting a wonderfully active response from the tortured teen. Jessica, still hoarsely screaming, went berserk. It's amazing what the human body can take before it dies. Ane Jessica was far from dead.

I pulled out. I wanted Sandra to watch this. This was important.

I cut Jessica down from ceiling, who, curled into a fetal position, oozing blood from her ass and pussy. I hogtied her, and I pulled her close to Sandra's bowl, which really, she was back at square one, having thrown up her food several times already.

I demonstrated for her. Close up. Just exactly what I was doing to this innocent victim, who was suffering at the hands of stubborn little Sandra.

I fucked Jessica in the ass again with my fist. And I pushed it all the way to the elbow. And flipping her over so that her belly was facing Sandra's face, I ordered Sandra to watch, as I pushed my hand outwards from inside her belly, so that Sandra could witness the horror of my first making obscene outward protrusions inside this poor girl's belly, right through her intestine. It was at this point (and I'm surprised she made it this far) that Jessica began to violently vomit as well. I reminded Sandra that if only she could finish her food would this all stop. And I would let innocent Jessica go. I whispered softly in Sandra's ear, encouraging her to keep on trying, whilst playing with Jessica's insides through her intestines, forcing her belly to protrude and tent with swirls of movement from my fist.

With my arm still lodged inside the girl, I watched as Sandra desperately tried to finish the remainder of the food inside her dog bowl (which she did), and began to work on slurping up the rest of her vomited contents up from the cold linoleum floor. It was an utter mess, as I watched her vomit once again, but at least, this time in the bowl. She was going to make another effort at it. But I knew now. This was likely an impossible task for her. It was probably too much food to fit inside her little stomach in one go. And to make matters worse, it wasn't exactly a burger and fries. You can't fill your stomch to over-capacity on foul smelling bitter and acrid mush.

I pulled my arm out of Jessica. And as Sandra bravely tried again and again to ingest the stinking, now sour, gastric acid coated mess of shit and piss into her body, I grabbed my hooks, and impaled Jessica's breasts on them, hoisting her up through the air, with her full weight on her painfully stretched tits.

I then grabbed a pair of locking forceps, and pushed them deeply into her womb, locking them onto the meat of her cervix. And attaching five-pound weight after five-pound weight to the base of the forceps, I slowly everted her vagina, and forced a uterine prolapse.

I think something clicked inside Sandra's heard at this point. I think she realized poor Jessica wasn't going to get out of this thing alive anymore. So the little girl stopped. Covered in her own shit, piss, and half digested dog food, she just, gave up. And watched. I'd have closed my eyes at this point, if I were her, but I wonder if she was punishing herself for not succeeding. You have to give this girl credit. She tried pretty hard.

So I finished the job.

I hung weights around Jessica's ankles until the hooks ripped through her breasts.

At this point, Jessica was fairly spent. She no longer screamed. She just, moaned and made guttural noises, like a helpless wild animal. I began to pity the creature. This had gone on for far too long. A little extreme, for my tastes. And a waste of a perfectly beautiful teen, who in any other situation, I would have been very happy to slowly torture, instead of waste her so quickly, like I did today. But today was special. Today, I needed intel.

I twisted a wire around Jessica's neck, and began twisting it around on the back of her neck. The more I twisted, the tighter it got. I then cut Sandra and freed her wrists from bondage. I invited her to finish the job. You will be forgiven after this, I said, of your error in providing false intel. Tighten the wire around her neck. Twist it. Strangle her, I said. And you will be forgiven. All will be forgiven.

I watched as Sandra stared at the moaning and groaning pile of what was left of the bloodied teen, her uterus hanging out of her body, both breasts ripped coarsely in half, thighs covered in shit and blood. Still breathing. Wishing for death, no doubt.

I became inpatient. So I grabbed a blowtorch. And I went to town.

First I started roasting her uterus and her everted cunt. I even managed to bring out fresh squirms of agony and wails of suffering.

I in an act of bravery I now came to expect from this little girl, I could see Sandra reaching for the wire, and began twisting it. And as the smell of burnt meat filled the room, I watched solemnly as Sandra slowly strangulated Jessica, ending her misery.

And then I gambled. I made my threat. Even if I did not plan on going through with it. I was counting on the fact that she could not tell.

"This, little, girl," I said to her softly, "Is what will happen to you if you do not tell me everything I want to know. Except it won't be fast, like it was for poor Jessica. I will take my time. I will use you, and torture you for days, weeks, if need be. It's going to be fucking medieval. But I'll have the benefit of modern technology. I can keep you alive for however long I want. I'll replace your blood. I'll stitch you up. You will see the insides of your cunt, your intestines. I will rip your little tits to shreds, sew them back up, and rip them up again. I will skin you, slowly. Little by little. And I will burn your skin off slowly with acid, but not before I beat you bloody, and replace all of the blood you've lost, and then beat you again. You think whatever happened to Jessica was terrible. It wasn't. It's not even the tip of the iceberg. You will tell me everything I need to know, and maybe, just maybe, I will consider sparing you this terrible fate."

And I could see it finally.

I had broken her. I had broken this little girl. She was a tough one. Probably a kind and warm-hearted person, with lots of conviction and passion. And she fought admirably. Held up to a lot of pain and didn't give in. So I had to tip my hat to her. But in the end, they always lose. In the end, they all break.

She told me everything. Every name, place, and sniper nest that she could remember. With stunning detail. It's as if she was desperate not to get anything wrong. God forbid she made a mistake and had to endure another day of torture.

We hadn't even eclipsed half my shift yet. I wired the information to my superiors, and soon troops were mobilized to act on the intel. Within hours, our secret police made their moves, and captured a good handful of middle-tier leadership within enemy ranks. And with startling speed and precision, had captured or assassinated nearly every sniper in the eastern bloc of the city that were picking off our troops.

Congratulations, my PDA read. Congratulations.

It was nearing the end of my shift, and Sandra was still secured by one ankle at the center of the room. She was so exhausted that she was sleeping soundly, in a wet pile of regurgitated mush. I didn't blame her.

But now I wanted what I felt I deserved.

I noticed a message appear in my PDA. What did I want, it asked?

A promotion? A bonus? How about an extended vacation?

I asked for none of that.

I responded back if I could keep the girl. Of course, we would list her as MIA or KIA. Maybe say she died of influenza while in captivity. All I requested was that I take her home with me, and that would be that. No questions asked.

I waited for what seemed like ages. It was a hell of a gamble. A tad unprofessional.

And the response?

They approved.

And they would take care of all the paperwork.

I was in pure joy. Imagine how lucky I felt! To take home a naked little eleven year old girl with me. And in relatively good condition too (physically, at least).

I went right to work. I hosed her down with water, rubbed soap all over her hair and body, and hosed her down again. And just to get her skin softened up for her next chapter in her life, I rubbed baby oil all over her body, until she glistened like an angel. If you didn't know what she had to endure in the past forty eight hours, you might have thought she had been untouched. Except I kept her collar on. And I kept her nipple rings on.

And just before we left, as one final act to symbolize her eternal servitude to me as my slave and property, I heated up a hot iron with my initials on it (don't ask me why I had this already pMg, Mf, pedo, snuff, tort, viol, abduct, anal, bdsm, rape, sad, fist, oral, piercing, piss, scatrepared), and I branded her mons.

I then tied her up, wrapping her into a hogtied position, and slapped on a fresh layer of duct tape around her mouth to reduce the amount of noise she could make. Not like I needed to hide her, but imagine how weird it would be to pull a screaming girl out of the office and put her in my trunk.

And yes, I grabbed all seventy pounds of her, lifted her up and placed her into a large duffel bag. I hoisted the bag, with the girl inside the bag, up onto my back, and trotted out into the night, placed her in my truck, and drove out to my secluded manor out in the woods, where I would keep her, for as long as I liked.

Yep. She was all mine, now.





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