The victim, a female in her early twenties, was hanging upside down from a rope fastened about her ankles and attached to an overhead beam. She had been stripped nude and her arms dangled down so that her fingers almost touched the floor. She had been arrested that very afternoon by the dreaded State Police and was charged with attempting to overthrow the unpopular regime.

On such a charge twenty-five prisoners had already suffered torture in the chambers deep in the cellars of the municipal police station on the Rio Del Toro in the very heart of the city. There was never any trial. The suspects were apprehended and whisked off to the main complex, interrogated, tortured and put to death within two weeks. Very few ever walked out and those who were released bore the scars of official sadism for the rest of their lives.

For the past three months official pressure had been intense. Even since the attempted assassination of the President, there was hardly a day that somewhere someone was arrested, questioned and tortured.

The authorities were afraid of criticism. As with all dictatorships, dissent was not tolerated. The government was aware of the university's propensity for fermenting political unrest. Students were watched and followed constantly by agents of the secret police, who had been able to slip an agent into one of the student cells.

He had lasted three months before his identity was discovered. His body, with a bullet between the eyes, was dumped on the doorstep of the police station one morning. The story of his murder was given wide coverage by the state-run newspapers whose editorials advocated quick apprehension and death as an example to the lawless elements of society. Pressure exerted by the authorities only served to drive the student activist deeper underground. As a result of the situation a series of revenge killing occurred on both sides. Bank robberies and arson became almost a daily reality and the tempo of fear soon enveloped the entire city. The government and the underground clashed openly by day and by night.

A curfew was declared and every citizen was to be off the streets by nine o'clock each night. The general populace huddled in fear behind locked doors and businesses suffered huge losses or ceased to exist in the climate of terror that enveloped the city. Tourists from neighboring countries no longer came to the city.

On almost any night, machine gun fire could be heard over the sound of sirens, screeching tires and running feet. It would turn silent for awhile and then break out again in another quarter of the city. In the morning those closest to the fighting would emerge to find mute traces of what had taken place in the darkened hours. Broken glass, pools of dried blood, overturned and burned out automobiles and cartridge shells littered the streets. The city looked like many of the large European cities that suffered grievously during the Second World War. No one was safe, everyone was suspect.

It was in this atmosphere that Felicia was arrested and manhandled to Rio Del Toro for interrogation. She had been warned about Major Delgado. It was under his orders that prisoners were tortured. The few suspects who had lived through his interrogations had returned with frightening tales of his sadistic brutality. Under his personal direction, men and women had been forced to undergo electric shocks to their genitals, arms and legs were broken and vicious whippings were normal routines. Those suspects who were deemed guiltless were usually sent to the infirmary so that their wounds would have a chance to heal before they were released. Those who were too badly scared or crippled were eventually put to death.

Major Delgado was sensitive about bad publicity in the foreign press. Students had gotten the word to the outside world and various news articles had appeared in major publications decrying the savagery employed by the government to put down insurrection and unrest.

Two uniformed guards hustled her down three flights of stairs to a massive door made of oak and metal. One of them pressed a little button at the side and they waited until a small console light flashed on, the signal for them to enter. One of them pushed open the door and it swung wide. She was shoved inside to find herself standing before a military man who wore the rank of the secret police with the rank of major pinned upon each shoulder. He sat stiffly in a big easy chair behind a massive wooden desk and peered at her.

Felicia watched his gaze as it drifted down her legs, then slowly rose taking in the fullness of her lush breasts. His eyes were intense and she felt he was looking right through her. She stood there silently looking at the floor.

The major raised his hand and dismissed the two guards. They nodded and quickly left the room, the massive door clanging shut behind them. Again his dark piercing eyes settled on her. She found his gaze slightly un-nerving but made an effort to return his stare. She watched him light a cigarette. He inhaled deeply and blew a plume of smoke in her direction as he spoke:

"Well, well, well, what have we here? Tell me, are you innocent or guilty?"

Felicia stared at him and decided her best bet was to brazen it out. She fought to keep her fear from working against her. If he realized how frightened she was it would only serve to inflame his sadism. She answered simply and directly:

"Major? Major...?"

"Delgado. Major Delgado, my dear. And your name?"

"I am Felicia Vasquez."

"Very well Felicia Vasquez, are you guilt or innocent?"

"I have not been informed of the charges against me, therefore I cannot plead either way."

"The charges against you are very serious. You are being charged with belonging to a political organization whose sole aim is the overthrow of our government. The penalty for belonging to such and organization is, as you already know, death. Now dear, how do you plead?"

"I am completely innocent of any such ridiculous charge. I have never belong to any such organization. I am not now a member, I never have been a member, and I don't intend to become a member. Therefore I am innocent of such a charge and I would appreciate it if you would kindly allow me to leave at once."

It was a good delivery with no trace of fear and a slight undertone of genuine impatience. The major eyed her balefully as he lit another cigarette. Ah ha. Felicia Vasquez, you have spirit and a silvery tongue. Such delicious oratory might temp the devil himself. " He pronounced the words with sinister overtones making her feel quite uneasy, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

"Do you mind if I sit down?" she asked.

"Not at all, my dear. Please sit in this chair." He motioned her to sit in the chair next to his desk. She stepped forward and took the seat. "Cigarette?" "No thank you. I don't smoke."

"And I smoke too much. Now to get down to business." He reached across his desk and picked up her purse. He turned it upside down, dumping the contents onto the desk top. "Let's see who you are according to your papers."

She sat quietly and watched as he rifled through her papers. She was prepared for just this kind of eventuality and had prepared well.

In reality, she was the daughter of Professor Miguel Armando de la Cordova, a noted teacher of political science at the State University before the present regime took power. After the military coup installed the current leadership he had been arrested and tried for crimes he allegedly committed against the state. He was found guilty and was sentenced to death, but his underground connections helped him to escape from the maximum security prison at La Paz. He gradually made his way to safety in the United States. Tattered and weather beaten reward circulars could still be found flapping from trees along the roads leading from the small towns into the big city.

Felicia had led a very quiet, sedate life in her country before the military takeover and so was not well known or recognized. She fled into hiding when her father was arrested and after his conviction she dedicated her life to overthrowing the regime. Her situation was not unusual. There were many like her, all vowing total destruction to the regime which had turned their peaceful, progressive society into a land of terror and oppression.

Once she joined the underground she was given a new identity and expertly forged papers. During the day she attended the University, picking up credits for her Doctorate. IN the evening she attended secret meeting with three other members of her small cell. All three were University students and each performed a vital function for the parent cell, a much larger group whose job it was to gather information from individual cells and pass it along to L-2 the nucleus of the organization. L-2 coordinated underground tactics against the state. The organization was named "Los Hombres de Libertad" and was soon listed high on the Police "apprehend at all cost" list.

"Felicia Vasquez, twenty-four, five feet four inches tall, one hundred twelve pounds, black hair, blue eyes."

She watched him with steady eyes, trying not to display any emotion.

"And you are a student, I see."

"Yes I attend the University here in the city."

"What are you majoring in, Miss Vasquez?" She answered him calmly: "Philosophy."

"And what branch of Philosophy are you studying?"

"I majored in Political Philosophy. My minor was Anthropology."

"Two very fascinating subjects, don't you think? But of course, you have chosen it as your career choice.

"Tell me, Miss Vasquez, what have you learned about political philosophy?"

"I don't quite know what you mean," she replied hesitantly.

The major suddenly flushed purple with anger. "You know exactly what I mean!" he screamed at her rising in his chair. "I asked you a simple question and you will answer me! Do you understand?"

Keeping her voice smooth and modulated she answered, "I learned Major, that a political ideology has a greater chance of succeeding only if it serves most of the people most of the time."

"Oh, that is most interesting. What, in your opinion, are the chances of success with the current political regime?"

"You guess is a good as mine, Major."

"My guess may be entirely different from yours Miss Vasquez. Answer my question.

"I'm afraid I cannot answer that question. I suggest the only fair way to arrive at an accurate answer would be to hold a national referendum and counts to results for and opposing the regime.

She looked at Delgado with steady eyes and waited for the next thrust.

"Being coy does not suit you, Miss Vasquez. You know such a thing is totally out of the question. He people cannot be consulted about their future because the regime has not yet completed all the reforms needed to secure the safety of our country. Until that is done there will be no voting, no referendum.

"Now Miss Vasquez, perhaps you will explain how you were found this afternoon in the house of a suspected terrorist by police agents under my command." Felicia swallowed quickly, trying not to display her inner fear. "What were you doing in such a house?"

"I was in the house my mistake, she lied. "I brought my thesis there to have it typed. There was a note on the bulletin board which offered to type papers for a small fee. My thesis is more than two hundred pages and I saw this as a way out of the drudgery of typing so many pages. I was leaving the house when your men arrested me."

"You...are...a...liar!!" he shouted at her, the blood vessels pounding at his temples. We found a printing press on the third floor of the house you where you were arrested. It was used to print seditious misinformation against the government. Now do you expect me to believe your stupid story? Do you think we are idiots?"

"I don't know what..." He cut her off before she could finish. "I know what you went to that house for Miss Vasquez; you went there to help print propaganda. You are, in fact a member of ‘Los Hombres de Libertad'."

"No! No! That's not true. You have seen my thesis, that's why I went to that house."

"Bullshit! Your thesis story is full of holes. Anyone can carry around a pile of papers and use them to concoct a story. I don't believe any of it. Not one word you have told me is true!"

In his anger he stood up and pounded on the desk. Felicia sat perfectly still, trying to force down the waves of fear that coursed through her body. Her eye followed the Major as he rose and came around behind her. He stood with his hands gripping the back of her chair. "If you wish to leave this place alive, Miss Vasquez, you will tell me all that you know. Now! What were you really doing inside that house? Quickly!"

Her heart beat in her chest that she was sure he could hear its rapid pulses. "Major, it is like I already told you, I was attempting to have my thesis typed and I went to the wrong address."

Liar! Liar! Liar!" he screamed at her. She sat stock still in the chair, her body trembling in fear. Several seconds passed in silence before the Major spoke. Very well Miss Vasquez, you leave me no alternative. He moved back to his desk as he spoke and pressed a button near his telephone. He turned to face the frightened girl again, his face tightened in anger, his voice malevolent. "We have many ways of extracting the truth from unwilling guests, Miss Vasquez, as you will soon find out.

She looked up at the Major innocently. "You must believe me..." "Be silent!" he screamed.

The door buzzed and he pressed another button. The huge door swung open and two swarthy looking soldiers stepped into the room as the door clanged shut behind them. The Major went back to his desk and motioned to the soldiers. "Strip her! I want her hung by the heels."

Felicia gasped and pressed herself back into the chair. Her hand went to her mouth in disbelief. The men advanced towards her and yanked her out of the chair. She was hauled to her feet and the men stripped her of her clothing in less than half a minute. She stood there, her bare feet on the cold floor, her clothing scattered about her on the ground. One of the soldiers picked up a coil of rope and heaved one end of it over an overhead beam. The second soldier bound her ankles to the dangling rope. She was held tightly under her arms while the first soldier hauled on the rope until Felicia was hanging upside down from the beam. Her fingers could barely reach the floor as she swung to and fro. She faced away from the Major who sat at his desk leisurely smoking a cigarette. "Now Miss Vasquez, are you ready to confess your illicit membership or do I have to give you a taste of the whip?"

"No. Please believe me! You are mistaken, I am just a student. Please believe me!"

The major did not reply but instead gave a motion to his men to begin the flogging. He opened his desk drawer and produced two whips. Each whip was double stranded wide leather strips twenty-four inches in length and attached to a broomstick-like handle that was a foot and a half in length. The men to the whips and positioned themselves on either side of the dangling girl. A nod from the Major and both men brought the business end of the whips to bear on Felicia's tender buttocks. A single loud crack resonated about the room. The girl screamed in pain as raised purple welts appeared on her back-side. The men did not stop their onslaught as the girl writhed but continued to slash their evil leather weapons again and again into her battered behind. Her perfectly round ass soon was marred by streaks of crimson as the sensitive flesh tore apart.

The major finally raised his hand and the soldiers stopped. They stepped away breathing heavily. Striding from behind his desk the major came before the dangling girl. He stood there, a vicious smile on his evil lips. He knew she was shamed and humiliated at being strung up nude. The sight of her sent arpeggios of sadistic pleasure rippling up and down his psyche. He nearly orgasmed at the sight of the long purple weals and red stripes that criss-crossed the lower half of her body.

She gurgled and blubbered in pain. She was becoming dizzy and the blood pouring to her brain sent dull aches of undiluted nausea against the walls of her stomach.

The major was beside himself with pleasure. He could not stop himself from running his fingers or the wounded flesh of her bottom. He poked and pressed the raw flesh like a man buying melons at a fruit stand. Felicia whimpers and groaned with each finger obsessed encroachment.

"Well Miss Vasquez," he began, letting his hands slide down the fullness of her ass, "What do you say now? Are you ready to tell me what you were doing in that house today?"

He stood very close to her looking down at her swatch of femininity, fully tufted between her thighs, and waited for her to reply. The two soldiers lounged against the far wall, grinning. Felicia twisted about causing the ropes at her ankle to burning into her soft skin. The major's knees were at her eye level. She hung there looking at his spit-shined boots.

"I went to the wrong address. I am not connected with anything in that house. I know nothing about the underground, please believe me."

The major said nothing and again motioned for the men to resume her beating. Each man took his place beside the whimpering girl and their whips fell again and again. The sounds of her pain echoed throughout the small chamber.

"You are very stubborn, Miss Vasquez, a dangerous flaw in your character.

Felicia could barely hear him as she groaned and screamed with each violent leather strike. They had given her almost sixty lashes and still she wouldn't talk. The Major was beginning to think that perhaps a mistake had been made. She kept repeating the same story, "I know nothing of the underground, please, please believe me." The flogging continued for almost an hour, Felicia had received more that one hundred- fifty lashes.

She was beginning to convince the Major that she was telling the truth. When she survived another fifty lashes without changing her story, the major made up his mind to set her free.

"Release her!" he barked. The men dropped their whips and began to untie her. The laid her on the cold flagstone floor. Felicia was aware of the coolness against her hot skin as she lay face down gathering her strength. The soldiers returned the whip to the major and were dismissed from the room.

"Get up!" he ordered her. She moaned and slowly, painfully tried to drag herself up. She rested on her elbows momentarily trying to catch her breath before attempting to stand. "Get up! I said!" he shouted. She heaved her body upward, groaning with the effort. Finally Felicia was able to stand shakily on her feet. She hung on tightly to the chair back for support. The Major sat behind his desk, one booted foot leg draped across the corner of the wooden top. He tapped his leg with his riding crop.

"Sit down, Miss Vasquez," he said leaning forward with a sick smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

"Please! I can't," she replied, still leaning on the back of the chair, her long dark hair wet and disheveled.

"Very well then, stand," he spat while lighting a cigarette and blowing a plume of smoke into her face. At that moment there was a knock at the door. Major Delgado reached down and pressed a button. The door open and a corporal marched into the room, halted three paces in front of the desk and handed a manila envelope to the Major.

"These were found in this girl's locker at the university, sir."

The Major opened the envelope and peered inside before withdrawing a handful of typewritten papers. He spread them out on the desk top, then looked up at the Corporal. "Anything else?" he asked hopefully. "No sir, nothing, that is all we found."

"Very good work Corporal, you may leave now," he said. The soldier saluted and left the room. He had never set eyes on Felicia. It was as though she was invisible. The Major looked up. "These are very interesting papers. They were discovered in your university locker. What do you have to say for yourself Miss Vasquez?" he asked, a smile twisting his thin lips.

Felicia braced herself and replied, "I know nothing of these papers you say were found in my locker. You are trying to implicate me in something I know nothing about."

Her bluff wasn't working and she and the Major both knew it. He knew she was lying now. He would get the truth out of her or she would die in the process.

An instant later the heavy door re-opened and two soldiers marched in and saluted the Major.

"Take this woman to the Music Room," he barked. The soldier turned to Felicia grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and hair and dragged her out the door.

Behind her at his desk she could hear the Major shout, "Your time has come, Miss Vasquez. Soon we will know everything you have been hiding from us. His voice faded as the soldiers hustled her down the corridor.

They stopped before a side elevator and pressed a button. The doors parted and Felicia was shoved into the elevator, the soldiers stayed close behind her. When the doors re-opened they had descended in the cellar. Felicia was dragged kicking and screaming down a long dark corridor. One of the men took a ring of keys from his pocket and selecting the right one, unlocked a large iron door.

"Inside Pig!" they yelled as they hurled her into the darkness. Felicia fell to her knees as the door slammed shut leaving her in total darkness. She heard the key turn in the lock and the footfall of the soldiers as they faded away. She could just make out the sound of the elevator door opening and closing, and then there was absolute silence.

She lay on the cold floor, the gashes in her buttocks and thighs sent stabs of pain up and down her spine. She tried to penetrate the darkness to no avail. Crawling on her hands and knees she navigated her pitch black dungeon. She found a wall and pulled herself to her feet. Backing along the wall she found and intersecting wall and was about to reconnoiter that wall when she heard jangling keys and the lock to her cell being turned. She tried desperately so see the door when suddenly an overhead light was turned on, momentarily blinding her.

Felicia used the back of her hand across her eyes to shield them from the bare bulb as Major Delgado, in a freshly-starched uniform strode into the chamber. He was followed by a new set of guards, two she had never seen before. One of them closed the thick iron door and locked it.

Felicia squinted her eyes against the glare watching the men come into the room. The Major stopped a few feet in front of the girl studying her closely; He had contempt in his eyes when he slashed across her naked body with his riding crop. Felicia yelped and cringed away in pain and fear as the Major ordered his men to "Secure the prisoner to the table!"

The dark-haired woman pressed her back against the wall as the men reached for her. They each grabbed and arm and pulled her to the heavy wood and steel table in the center of the room. The wood surface of the table was worn smooth and stained a dark brown, steel legs bolted the table to the floor.

Major Delgado watched in seeming disinterest as the girl was forced up onto the table. She was bound ankle and wrist to the table, her face looking up at the lone light in the room. When the men finished they stepped back from the securely secured prisoner.

The Major handed one guard his riding crop then removed his shirt. Retrieving the whip the Major swished it through the air a few times. "As you can see Miss Vasquez, I am stripped for action," he said as he stepped close to her.

Felicia averted her eyes as she struggled to keep from panicking. The Major grabbed her by the hair and violently shuck her head from side to side. It seemed to the tormented girl that he would pull her hair out by the roots. She gritted her teeth and bore the pain in silence.

Delgado dropped her hair and started to question her. "Are you a member of the underground?" It was a simple question. Felicia knew that once she answered that question, truthfully more questions would follow. She vowed to stall for time.

The Major would have none of it. Curling his lip in an evil smile he lifted his arm and brought the riding crop down across her tender breasts.

Felicia screamed as the leather tip of the crop laced into her wounded flesh. An angry gash began to form as the Major lifted the weapon and brought it down again across her round belly. The girl screamed and heaved her body against the bonds as pain coursed through her battered body.

Seeing the girl react so violently inflamed the Major even more. He lifted his arm and delivered more than a dozen brutal blows to every part of her body. The crop landed with stinging thwacks as the hard leather bit deep into her flesh.

"Yes! Yes! I am a member!" she screamed at the top of her voice. Delgado smiled broadly and lowered the crop to his side.

"Very good. That is very good. Now tell me what your function in the movement was. You will tell me now!" The major rocked back and forth on his heels as he waited for the girl to answer. The two guards loomed close by waiting for their turn to loosen the girl's tongue. Felicia used as much time as she thought prudent before she made her reply.

"I, I did typing." She said, drawing out her words slowly and carefully.

"Explain your answer bitch! I want to know what you typed, and where you did the typing, who received the finished papers and who gave you orders. And when you have told me all of that I want you to give me the names of all the members of your cell."

"My only duties were the typing of each bombing incident, when and where it occurred and the results of the bombing. This information was put into a sealed envelope. It was dropped into a wastepaper basket on the school grounds. I never saw the person who retrieved the envelope."

"How long have you been typing reports for the underground?"

"For about six months."

"Be specific, when did you first become involved with the underground?"

"It was in February."

"Go on..."

"I found a note under my door on night. On it was written the time and place a meeting of the underground was to be held. I went to the meeting and was enlisted to perform the typing job I described to you."

"Who are the other members of the cell?" Delgado pressed. This was the question he had to have answered. To further intimidate Felicia the Major began flexing his riding crop in both hands, then snapping the crop into the open palm of one hand.

"I never belonged to a cell. I worked alone." She gave the name of a student who she knew had been killed in a police ambush earlier in the year.

Delgado did not believe her. "You are a liar!" he hissed.

Felicia shook her head from side to side and screamed, "No! I speak the truth! You must believe me!"

"Liar! Liar! You are a liar! Let's see if this will cause you to tell me the truth!" he yelled as he snapped the riding crop down across her thighs. Each time the crop landed on her flesh, it left behind a thin welt that began to swell. Felicia tried to twist her body away from the attack but the Major continued to slash her thighs with no regard to her screams and writhing. He began to curse her as he brought the crop down again and again. When her screams seemed to lessen in volume the Major changed his method of attack. He lowered the end of the crop and violently jammed it between her thrashing thighs. He forced the crop tip into her roughly soon sliding it into her cunt. The pain the rough leather and steel crop caused the girl was awful; she tried to close her legs tight together to ward off the new tactic.

"I'll talk! I'll tell the truth!" she screamed as the riding crop was forced deeper into her tender pussy.

"Talk, Bitch! Hurry and speak up Now!" Delgado roared as he continued to jab the crop roughly into her wounded slit. The end of the weapon was beginning to push hard against her womb and the pain it caused was brutally sharp each time the crop was driven home but the sadistic Major. Felicia tried to catch her breath and respond to the Major's demand but was unable to do more than shriek in agony then gasp for another gulp of air before the next violent thrust had her again howling in more pain. Just then there was a knock at the iron door. Delgado motioned for one of the guards to open it. A young officer entered the room, saluted Delgado and whispered something into his ear. The major spit onto the floor.

"Son-of-a-Bitch!" he swore. "If it wasn't for that damn General, I would have the time needed to crush these bastard revolutionaries. You two stay here he told the guards. I will be back soon, I hope, he swore as he put his uniform shirt on. The young officer waited patiently as Delgado got into proper uniform again.

Felicia lay trembling on the table. She feared the two guards even more than the Major. He was a sadist but he was after information, he was interested in other things beyond sadism. The two thugs who were masquerading as soldiers were a different story. Poorly paid, improperly housed and fed, forced to do all kind of menial duties, theirs was a hard life. Now, faced with the prospect of being left alone with them, Felicia began to sweat.

She swiveled her head to the side and looked at the wall. No mistaking the fact that she was in a torture chamber. At least a dozen whips hung from the wall. To keep her mind from entertaining dark thoughts, she counted them. There were fifteen whips of varying size hanging on the wall by a loop at the end of their handles. On the opposite wall were hanging an assortment of bondage devises. Handcuffs, leather straps, a few large evil-looking clubs some with metal studs protruding from them. On a bench in one corner Felicia saw a long black leather cat-o'-nine tails. Suddenly Delgado was standing before her.

"I leave you for the time being, in the company of two of my best men. Perhaps you will provide some amusement for them. In any case you will be in their care until I return. Adios!" he called as he turned on his heel and left the room. The door closed with an ominous clank. The bolt slid across its width and then there was silence. Felicia lay there hoping for little better than the worst. She opened her eyes to find one of the guards leaning over her, grinning like an idiot. He licked his lips, his thick tongue swollen like his cock as he leered at his victim. The recently consigned girl gritted her teeth and braced herself in anticipation of bad times ahead.

"Do not be frightened, senorita. I will not hurt you too much." he snickered as he circled around to the side of the table. He leaned over her nude body and peered down at the smooth expanse of young flesh. Again he licked his lips as if in anticipation of an upcoming feast. He put his hand between Felicia's thighs and ran his fingers through her dark pubic hair.

The girl winced and tried to close her legs in defense. It did no good and the fingers continued their licentious probing. The other guard came over to the other side of the table and began pinching and squeezing the girl's exposed breasts. He squeezed hard making Felicia cry out as the pain spread across her chest.

The first guard, clearly the stronger of the two, pushed the breast molesting guard away from the table. He meant to have Felicia all to himself. He shoved his fingers deep into her pussy while his other hand went to work mauling her recently vacated breasts. He began breathing harder as his hands roamed freely over her lush body. Felicia whines and whimpered as he began chewing her nipples, grinding the pink nubs between his yellow teeth. He bit into the girl's soft flesh sinking his teeth deeply into her breast meat and silky smooth neck. As he turned his head to the side his ear came close to Felicia's mouth. She lunged with all her might catching his hear in her mouth. The frenzied girl bit down hard with her sharp white teeth biting off a chunk of the ear, then spitting it onto the floor.

The guard screamed at the top of his lungs. His howls filled the chamber and reverberated around the room as he fell to the floor onto his knees. Blood streamed down the side of his head between the fingers of his cupped hand that tried to stop the blood flow. The blood formed a pool at his knees as his head bobbed up and down screaming into his clenched fist.

"AAAAIIIIEEE!" he screamed as he suddenly got to his feet. Felicia watched in horror as he approached the table, one hand held tightly over his wounded ear.

"You fucking bitch" I'm going to kill you!" he screamed as he reached out and grabbed her by the neck. His powerful hand squeezed her throat as she struggled to twist out of his grip. He was too strong for her as his fingers wrapped tighter and tighter around her slender neck .Felicia struggled to pull air into her lungs until she felt herself entering a black whirlpool of unconsciousness.

When she opened her eyes she was aware of a burning pain in her throat. Looking down she saw the legs of the first guard protruding from under the table. She looked up to see the second guard smiling at her as he unzipped his pants.

Apparently this guard had knocked the first guard out before he could strangle Felicia to death. Now he was preparing to claim his prize. Felicia gasped as she caught sight of his massive cock. It was fully ten inches long with a huge fat head on it. She saw him lift the heavy weapon waving it back and forth in front of her, never taking his eyes from her. A stupid smile spread across his face as he started forward. He stopped as his hips pressed against the table.

Felicia watched as the guard raised the throbbing prick over the edge of the table. He would have liked to shove the huge shaft deep down her pretty throat but after what she had done to the first guard he thought better of that idea. His breath was coming faster as he dropped his pants to around his ankles. Felicia twisted her head away, not looking at her assailant. This seemed to annoy the guard who mounted the table one knee on either side of her. He stroked his thickening shaft until he blew his balls into her face and breasts. Felicia tossed her head wildly trying to dodge the sticky spray but there was too much to avoid. When he was through cumming the guard climbed down off the table and pulled up his pants.

He returned to her side and began working his fat fingers between her thighs. He dug is fingers into her cunt working them in and out as he strove cause the girl as much pain as was possible.

"How does that feel, bitch?" he shouted as his fingernails dug furrows into the soft inner wall of her pussy. Felicia moaned in pain her whines of distress punctuated by shrieks as the horrible fingers did their grizzly work. "You'll learn to behave, bitch!" the guard intoned as he changed his attack method withdrawing his fingers before reaching back to pinch her labia between his revenge seeking digits. She screamed in intense pain as the man squeezed the tiny bud between his fingers. In a rage he shoved his fingers back into her slit pulling the narrow passage wider and wider apart. Felicia bucked her body trying to free her body from the terrible pain. The guard used her motion to push even deeper into her bleeding hole.

The sound of her terrible screams brought the first guard back to consciousness. He rubbed the back of his head as he looked around for an instrument of revenge. His fist closed around a length of pipe lying on the bench beside him. He whipped it off the bench and lunged across the room toward the table. The pipe came down with a sickening crunch on top of the girl ravaging guard's head. The bludgeoned man crumpled to the floor without a sound as his blood smeared fingers pulled free of Felicia's wounded cunt. The assailing guard pulled the downed guard by his ankle to the far side of the room.

Felicia craned her neck and watched as the unconscious guard was trussed by a length of rope. He was tightly bound wrists and ankles together to keep him from any more interference. Then the guard turned his attention on Felicia.

He lurched across the room stopping in front of her. His partially severed ear still leaked blood down the side of his head. This time the guard was more careful as he approached his prey. He untied her ankles then jerked her legs apart staring at her gaping treasures. Releasing her legs momentarily the guard removed his pants to display what Felicia thought to be the biggest cock in the world. It was fully twice the size of the other guard and at least three inches thick. Felicia braced herself for a very rough time.

This time the guard was not to be denied. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs as far apart before tying them off to either side of the table. He lowered is face in close between her legs and eyes the gaping hole. Reaching down to his discarded pants he removed the bayonet that hung from the waistband. He brought the longs cruel weapon up to before Felicia's face. With slow and precise motion he pushed the tip of the bayonet into the girl's soft cheek. Felicia froze as the blade cut a shallow groove into her soft flesh. The blade was less than in inch from her eye when the man pulled it back from her face.

Smiling evilly the guard slid the bayonet down her body until its tip rested at the top of her quivering pussy. "Now bitch, you will pay in blood for what you did to me!" the guard screamed. With that outburst he shoved the thick blade into Felicia's furred hole. The girl jerked in pain as the shaft pushed several inches into her body. The tip of the blade ripped tender flesh as it dug deeper and deeper. Felicia was already screaming for the man to stop when his suddenly pulled the blade back to the entrance of her cunt and sliced off her fully engorged labia. The girl's screaming took on a new volume as she screamed herself hoarse. Blood was flowing from her cunt like a small river as the guard grinned at her. He had his revenge and was enjoying her writhing suffering. Her screams seemed to make him smile even broader. He began to laugh insanely.

The entire episode was a wild scene out of a nightmare. Felicia screamed at the top of her lungs while her body twisted frantically on the table. Blood spurted from between her thighs and the guard was laughing uncontrollably. Felicia had never felt such pain. Her body seemed to be on fire, her thigh quavered as she sought to alleviate the fire which was burning into her guts.

"What good are you now, cunt?" he screamed as he laughed maniacally. Finally the pain caused Felicia to faint. When she final awoke she felt the pain again. The guard was pushing his huge prick into her blood smeared hole. He shoved savagely into her body ignoring her awakening shrieks. With brutal precision the guard drove his huge cock into the helpless girl until he felt the tip of his penis jabbing into the back of her womb. Pulling his huge shaft back a few inches the man clamped down tightly to her beasts with both hands before ramming the blooded organ in and out of her battered hole. Felicia had again fainted in pain by the time the guard filled her tiny cunt with what seemed like a gallon of sticky sperm. Completely spent, the guard collapsed atop the limp girl.

Felicia knew nothing until her eyes lowly flickered open again. When she regained her senses she again felt the severe pain between her legs. She looked up and saw Major Delgado standing over her. He motioned to two new guards.

"Untie him and get him to the infirmary. If he dies, toss him in the river. He was no good anyway." he yelled. Delgado turned around and faced the guard who had cut Felicia.

"So, you pig!" he screamed. "I did not give you permission to injure the prisoner. And yet you decided to carve her up to meet your sadistic pleasure. For that you will die!" The guard began to plead for his life as the Major un-holstered his pistol. He showed Delgado what was left of his ear and was eventually able to get the Major to spare his life. Get the hell out of here and hope your attack on the other guard does not cost him his life; you will pay with your life he dies.

Turning his attention to Felicia, "So, he stabbed you bitch. Perhaps if you hadn't been so slow in telling us what we want to hear, all this would not be happening to you, Miss Vasquez." He looked at her and shrugged his shoulders.

"Let me see what damage he has done," he said as he reached between her thighs.

"Ah ha...It seems you have lost a very important part of your anatomy. I don't blame you for biting off his ear. Why didn't you bite off his cock, ehh?" Delgado laughed at his little joke. Felicia moaned. She had not yet stopped bleeding. The major had stuffed an undershirt between her legs to congeal the blood. But the pain was still there. There was no way of alleviating it, no matter how she tried.

"Well, are you ready to tell me the names of the members of your cell, Miss Vasquez?" he asked returning to the business at hand. Felicia, striving her best for credibility looked at him and replied. "I swear I don't know of anyone. I only typed papers which were slipped under my door. When they were typed, I dropped them into a waste receptacle on the campus grounds. I told you all of this before, you must believe me I am telling you all that I know."

"No, Miss Vasquez you are not telling me everything you know. You have lied to me, in the beginning of your interrogation you lied, and you are lying now. You must quickly face up to the reality of your situation. You are a prisoner who has lied about her connections and membership with the underground. It is my duty to get the truth out of you before...before..." He stopped, his words falling off in mid sentence. He was about to say, "before you are brought before a firing squad," but he caught himself in time.

"before you are hurt too seriously in this room. You see I do not really like to torture beautiful woman, but there is another way, I'm sure you understand. Now let's get back to the question. I want the answer, quickly."

"I must repeat myself Major; I do not know the names of anyone in the underground. You are wasting your time."

"Very well, Miss Vasquez, very well," he hissed, his lips drawn into a tight hard line. Felicia watched as the Major crossed to the far wall. He reached up and took a strap of medium length. He swung it in the air testing its balance before returning to the table. The girl saw traces of sadism in his eyes as he looked down at her. He stepped back, lifted the leather strap high above his head and brought it down across the girl's breasts. It made a loud ""whack" sound as it bore into her soft flesh. She cried out screaming her innocence as he raised the weapon again.

"WHACK!...WHACK!...WHACK!" The strap landed three times across Felicia's belly. The pain was so severe that she was no longer aware of the pain in her vagina. As his sadism increased the Major began to grunt as he worked over his victim. Each time the strap bore into her tender flesh he would grunt from the effort he put into the swing. It rose and fell without missing a beat. Again and again he whipped the strap up and down her writhing body while she screamed at the top of her lungs. "No!...No!...Help!...Help!" she screamed as the strap laced into her soft skin. "Talk, you bitch! You will tell me everything!" he yelled back at her, his arm raising and falling with the sureness of a precision watch.

Building himself into a frenzy, Delgado moved up the girl's body until he was slashing down on her face and neck. One brutal strike caused the muscles at her throat to spasm in pain cutting off her windpipe. Felicia began to choke. Her eyes darted about the room incoherently and her tongue pushed forward out between her bloodied lips.

When the Major saw that Felicia was suffocating he stopped her beating. As the girl thrashed about deprived of air the major filled a bucket with water and dumped it over her head. Slowly the cold water stilled the spasming neck muscles and Felicia began to breathe again. Her recovery was too slow for the Major who reached over her and slapped her full on the mouth. It was a hard slap and it had the desired effects. Felicia opened her eyes to find the Major above her staring down at her. She immediately became aware of the burning sensation in her throat, She moaned as he slapped her face again.

"Who are the others working for the underground! Speak!" he roared in her ear. Felicia rolled her head to one side as a thin line of blood streamed down the corner of her mouth. She was nearly unconscious, her mind not fully aware. In a gasping whisper she sputtered:

"Helena is the only one I knew...no...nobody...nobody...else...swear...nobody."

"You fucking liar! You tell me the names of the others now or I will kill you!" he screamed as he reached into his back pocket and fetched out a cudgel. He raised his arm and brought the heavy steel and leather weapon down on her face, once, twice, three times. Felicia screamed and her senses began to reel. The light in her brain began to flicker like a candle in a draft as he beat her over and over again. She was only half awake when the truncheon was shoved into her bloody cunt. The horrible weapon was jabbed repeatedly into the bloody maw and then was used to beat the battered vaginal opening until it was nothing more than crushed raw meat. When the Major returned his attention to beating her face bloody one final savage blow caused her legs to stiffen in their bonds and then blackness closed in and the candle flickered out.

Part 2

The lieutenant opened the door to Major Delgado's office and shoved the girl Felicia had named into the room. Delgado peered at her. She was dressed as a student. Indeed she looked like a student. Dark eyes, long dark hair, high cheek bones, buxom build. Her eyes flashed fire as she was pushed unceremoniously into the office. She stood before Delgado and glared. He leaned forward and removed the cigar from his mouth licking his lips in anticipation of interrogating this well rounded woman. "You are Helena Del Farenza?" he asked, lifting his eyebrows as he spoke the words. The woman stared back at him, full of self-confidence.

"Yes, that is my name, but you already know my name so why waste my time and your time with the obvious.

"Yes, your are correct Miss Farenza, so lets get down to the important facts we both know that you have hidden away inside your pretty head. Helena looked back at Delgado with a blank expression on her face. The lieutenant stepped in close behind the woman, his arms behind his back.

"We are well aware of your activities on campus. For the last seven months, Miss Farenza, you have been somewhat of a problem for my department. I intend to see that you never again enjoy that special condition. The thorn in our side will be forcibly removed."

"I demand a fair trial by a jury of my peers!" the woman retorted, her confidence building. Delgado smiled, holding out his hand to her, "But of course you will receive a fair trial. My assistant and I will see that you get exactly what is coming to you. As a matter of fact I think we should get started right away. It may turn out to be a long and difficult trial." Delgado said looking past the girl at the grinning lieutenant.

Lieutenant will you see that Miss Farenza is escorted to the court room, for special guests, in the basement.

"I demand a fair trial! The woman blurted out suddenly as the lieutenant came up close behind her and took hold of her arm.

Delgado smiled evilly as he hissed, "Believe me my dear, we will do our best to see that nothing in your, ahhh, 'trial' is overlooked or left out in any way. We will make certain you received the full benefits of our attention. Take her away."

Helena was roughly spun around and pushed through the door.

Delgado puffed thoughtfully on his cigar. His men had captured one of the leaders of the publishing cell. They had gathered evidence to implicate dozens of students in treasonous underground activities. Several printing presses were destroyed as well. This was a blow to the insurrection that could be not be recovered from. Let her sweat awhile in the "courtroom" dungeon. Later after his evening meal he would begin the task of extracting more information from the pretty Miss Farenza.

At six-fifteen that evening Delgado summoned the lieutenant and together they descended into the lower basement where Helena had been confined. The door to her tiny cell was unlocked...

"Out...Out, hurry it up! The lieutenant barked. The woman who had been sitting on a narrow bunk, slipped her feet to the floor and stood up. She was pulled from the cell and sent on her way down the dark dank corridor. At the end of the passageway Helena was forced down a second dark hall until she came to a single heavy wooden door. Once unlocked and opened the women was forced inside followed quickly by Delgado and the lieutenant. The double thick door closed with a squealing thud and was locked from within.

They were in a rather small windowless room, no more than fifteen feet long and twelve feet wide. The ceiling was low with only one bare light bulb shining down onto an unusual table in the center of the room. The table was low, only a foot of the floor with leather belts attached to its sides. Across the room stood a closed cabinet and next to it was a comfortable chair, A small table next to the chair with an ashtray completed the furnishings.

"Well my dear, this is where you will be tried. We will begin by asking you some questions, lieutenant!" Looking past the girl Delgado nodded his head.

The lieutenant took the girl by the arm and shoved her down onto the floor in front of the chair. Delgado sat in the chair directly in front of Helena while the lieutenant went to the closet. Reaching into the closet he brought out a small metal box. Inside the box he found a hypodermic needle which he filled from a vial of clear liquid.

Sitting with her hands clasp in her lap Helena watched with trepidation as the lieutenant approached her with the needle.

"What are you doing? I demand a fair trial!" she cried as the needle was brought nearer her arm. "Roll up her sleeve" instructed Delgado as he took the hypo from the lieutenant.

"As a citizen, I demand..." she started. Smack! Snap! Whump! Delgado leaned in close and used his free hand to slap the girl across the face, backhand her and then deliver a crushing punch to mouth and nose. She screamed and brought her hands up to her face. In seconds a trickle of blood oozed between her fingers.

"You fucking bitch!" he yelled, "You are in no position to demand anything. We will do the demand and you will do the obeying!" "Hold her still Delgado instructed the lieutenant who held her shoulder and arm tight in his strong grip. The needle was plunged into her arm. She winced as it punctured her soft skin. The plunger dispensed the clear liquid into her body and the needle was pulled free.

"In a few minutes you will tell us everything you know, my dear. This new drug is very powerful and has never failed to loosen tongues. Helena sat moaning, her body rocking back and forth. "Get your hands down," the lieutenant demanded, grabbing her wrists and pulling them away from her face.

Her exposed face revealed the damage done by Delgado's fist. Her lower lip was split and blood still dripped from the wound. Both cheeks were red and a darkening bruise was swelling on one cheekbone. The blood from her face was draining down onto her white blouse. Delgado studied the girl for a few minutes before lifting her eyelids with his thumb.

"She's under'" he intoned to the lieutenant. "Good, let's get started." The lieutenant replied watching the Major pull his chair up close to where Helena sat, semi-slumped.

"What is your name?" he asked. Her eyes partially opened and she slurred through her puffy lips, "Helena." "Helena what?" "Helena Del Farenza," she replied drunkenly.

"Very good, Miss Farenza, very good, you answer very well. Now you will answer all my questions and you will speak only the truth, do you understand?"

"Yes only the truth," she mumbled deeply under the drugs influence.

Delgado smiled and continued the questioning.

For almost an hour her interrogation proceeded until the drug began to wear off and she no longer responded to the questioning. Helena became evasive and balked at giving any more information about underground activities.

"Give her another dose, quickly, the major ordered. "That was all of your remaining supply, sir. We requested more but it has yet to arrive.

Delgado was furious. There was more information that this little bitch had and he had no time to lose waiting for more of the drug to arrive from the capitol in another day or two, or possibly a week.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" he swore pushing aside his chair. "Listen bitch," he yelled looking down menacingly at the girl, you will tell my now who is responsible for the bombings in the capitol. I want all the names you know, names of people who are acquaintances of anyone in the underground. You are going to tell me now!" he said jerking the young woman to her feet. He grasped her by the throat; bring his face to within an inch of hers.

"Talk, dammit!" he boomed. Helena tried to turn her face away. "I don't know!" she cried. "I don't know!"

Delgado grabbed her by the ears and shoved his face into her neck, biting down into the soft flesh with a vengeance. The girl jerked from his grasp and screamed in pain. A series of blood filled gouges left a perfect ring of teeth marks where the major had sunk his teeth into her neck. Helena rubbed the wounds with a free hand.

A glance from the major brought the lieutenant up close behind the girl where he through a half nelson around her neck. Her head was jerked backward immobilizing the captive. Delgado stepped in close and tore apart her simple dress. A violent jerk and the dress was pulled completely off her body. Helena struggled with the lieutenant dress in only her blouse and panties. Delgado drove his hand between her thighs, grasping her panties at the crotch. Giving the flimsy silk a tremendous yank the major ripped the undergarment from her hips. He tossed them away then turned back to face his victim.

"I will do more to your body then simply remove your clothing bitch. Your cunt will feel my wrath in a very few seconds if you insist on being stubborn. You have little time, the choice is yours!" he yelled.

"I swear, I don't know who you want me to name!" she screamed as the lieutenant tightened his hold on her neck. The major was livid with rage. "Fucking, lying whore!" he rasped as he reached under her open blouse grabbing her nipple between his fingers and squeezing the pink nub as hard as he could. "Aaaaagggghhhh!" she wailed in agony.

"Who are the instigators of insurrection against the government! Answer me bitch!" he bellowed as one hand went down between her thighs. He dug a finger deep into her cunt hooking it back once inside to grab her tightly by her snatch. He pulled his hand up and out dragging his inner fingernail across her tender membranes. Helena screamed in agony as his bloody finger was torn out of her cunt.

"I will give you only one more chance to spare yourself. Tell me the names of the members of your cell. Now!"

"No! No! Please! I cannot!"

"Ah ha! We will see about that!" Delgado roared at her. The lieutenant wrestled Helena over to the low table. She screamed and kicked as he lifted her off her feet. Violently the lieutenant slammed the writhing girl down onto the table. Landing on her back Helena was momentarily stunned as Delgado strapped her ankles to the table. Her wrists were tied over her head completely subduing the girl. Both men removed their shirts preparing to go to work on the girl.

When she became fully awake she started screaming at the top of her lungs. She fought against the straps and ropes that held her to the table. When she realized it was futile to continue to struggle she sank back onto the hard table. Her breasts rose and fell beneath her torn blouse. The lieutenant reached out and wrenched it from her chest. Helena now was completely nude. Without another word, both men began to torture her.

Each man took a side of the table facing one another. Reaching down both men took her nipples between their fingers squeezing as hard as they could. Helena screamed and twisted her body from side to side in an effort to ease the pain. The torture continued as the men mashed her breast tips until she could no longer scream and catch her breath at the same time. Still the girl wouldn't' talk. Beads of perspiration bathed her face as her face was twisted into a mask of pain.

"Talk, you fucking bitch or I will kill you right here! Delgado roared like a madman as he shoved his finger deep into her cunt. He worked it roughly around inside the warm hole digging his fingernail into the smooth walls of her vagina. She heaved her body against her bonds as his finger ripped and tore her insides bloody. The pain became so great she began to faint. Her body slumped back upon the table. Delgado pulled his bloody finger from her pussy with violent cruelty. He wiped the bloody finger across her undulating belly.

"Fucking whore!" Fucking whore!" he kept yelling, his frustration was turning him into a raving lunatic. The lieutenant saw the major's rage and tried to match it with his own. He balled his fists and drove them in a staccato of punches, into her face. His fists pounded into her eyes and mouth as blood began to splatter across her face and neck.

"Step away from her, out of the way! Delgado shouted. He was completely mad by this time. He pulled out a small pen knife and began to drive the blade into Helena's thighs. Each jab of the knife caused the girl to writhe in agony. Pulling the blade out of her body sent spurts of blood gushing from the wounds. The table top soon was covered in crimson gore. The major drove the four inch blade into her inner thigh, again and again as the girl's screams resounded about the room.

The major was completely at a loss to deal with his own frustration. He did the only thing he knew. Raising the knife high over his head, he brought it down in a frenzy of brutal stabbing thrusts. The blade ripped into her breasts, neck, shoulders and belly. As he kept up the attack Helena's screams became moans and her wild writhing gyrations slowed to sporadic spasms. Blood poured from her mouth and she began to gurgle and choke. Her eyes began to glaze over while the major continued to stab the knife into her soft flesh. Finally all movement and sounds from the girl subsided but the major continued to plunge the blade into the listless girl.