This advice, of course, could be applied to all walks of life, not just flying. She had remembered it during her brief, but highly successful, time in the Air Force, and then when she moved into the Intelligence Service. Lisa Abraham was twenty when she joined the Air Force. An intelligent and able student, she quickly passed the initial training and went on to fly fast jets, seeing active service a number of times. After seven years, during which time she had risen through the ranks at an unprecedented rate for a woman, she was approached by a recruiter for the Intelligence Service.

She moved to join them, and again quickly progressed until she had done a number of undercover activities. The one she was currently on was by far the most complex. She had been living under an assumed identity in a strange country for six months. During this time she had had virtually no contact with anyone from her agency. She had got a job working in a Government department, and from there she had been able to gather a large amount of information. Valuable information that could save thousands of lives. She knew how dangerous it was, as the Junta ruling the country had a very bad human rights record, and she had read many accounts of the appalling tortures people had been subjected to if arrested.

Lisa was under no misapprehension about why she had been picked for this particular mission. Now thirty-one years old, she looked almost the same as she had ten years ago. Her brown hair was long and lush, her green eyes bright and sparkling, and her body was toned and tanned, the result of years of training during her career. She was, quite simply, stunning, but not in a plastic celebrity type way - although gorgeous, she still seemed like the girl next door, something that made her even more attractive.

Her handlers during the preparation for this mission had told her she should use whatever means necessary to ensure the successful completion of her mission. Nobody had actually used the word sex, but she knew what they meant, and hoped that it wouldn't become necessary. Unfortunately, she had ended up dating one of the senior managers at the office. This had provided a wealth of useful information, partly due to the fact he couldn't help boasting about how much he knew, trying to make himself seem impressive to the younger woman he was sleeping with (who was, he knew himself, completely out of his league), and partly due to her being able to look at documents on his laptop when they were together.

Having sex with him was repulsive, especially pretending she liked it, and sometimes afterwards she would vomit in the bathroom, but she kept reminding herself how important this information was. But the worst thing that she'd had to do was when it became obvious her department was under scrutiny. She didn't know why, but assumed that some kind of irregularity had been picked up. In order to protect her mission, she had planted evidence to incriminate a girl in her office. She was only twenty-four, and newly married. One day she didn't arrive at work, and men cleared her desk. Nobody said anything about her. Lisa spent many a sleepless night racked with guilt wondering what had happened to her, and knowing she was responsible for condemning an innocent young girl to an almost certain hideous death.

After six months she had gathered all the information she could, and made her plans for escape. She booked a long holiday from work, and then a flight. Not to her home country, but to another destination that would not raise any suspicions. All the information she had gathered was encrypted onto a flash drive, which she mailed to an anonymous postal address in yet another country. Once she had arrived at her first destination, she would travel to the second and collect the data, before heading home. Everything was going perfectly, and she arrived to check-in at the airport for her flight.

It was here that her flight instructor's advice deserted her. The girl behind the check-in counter asked for her date of birth, and Lisa, relaxed and looking forward to finally going home, gave her real one. The girl queried it, saying it wasn't the one on her passport, and Lisa corrected it. Everything seemed OK. She went through security without problems, and while she waited to board the plane, she did worry that something might happen. Nothing did. Her flight was called, and she joined the queue to get on the plane.

Once seated, the cabin crew made all the usual announcements about storing bags. She was beginning to wonder why there seemed to be a particularly long delay before they set off, when she noticed two men in suits entering the plane through the door at the front. They spoke to the flight attendant, and then started to walk down the aisle. Lisa could feel her heart rate increasing. She tried to remain calm and not show any outward concern. They could be here for anything.

But of course they weren't. They stopped by her seat and one of them said "Lisa Abraham?" The use of her real name was one of the most terrifying things she had heard. Her heart was thudding in her ears, she could feel sweat tricking down her back. Thousands of thoughts ran through her head - run, scream, beg, deny, attack. She stared at them and said nothing. One of them reached down and grasped her arm.

"Would you come with us please."

She had no choice but to get up and follow them. They handcuffed her hands behind her back. One of them walked in front of her, and one behind. She could feel the eyes of everyone on the plane watching her. They passed the flight attendant at the end of the plane. Lisa looked at her and could see the pity in her eyes - she knew exactly what was going to happen to her. They walked down the steps and into a waiting car, where she sat in the back between the two men. There were two more in the front.

And now she was sitting in an office, her hands still handcuffed behind her back. Another man, different from the ones who had arrested her on the plane, was sitting opposite her, a desk between them. He was reading something. Lisa sat quietly, her heart still beating fast, running through scenarios in her head trying to work out what to do. She mustn't give them the location of the information she had mailed to the post box address. Although she was supposed to collect it herself, if she failed to do so her superiors knew the address and would retrieve it. Eventually.

The man opposite stopped reading and looked up at her. He was probably in his fifties, distinguished looking, and looked like he was used to getting what he wanted. He stared at her for some time. Once again Lisa could feel sweat trickling down her back.

"I think I should congratulate you. You really have been doing a fantastic job. And so nearly got away with it. Now you've been caught, so you just need to tell me everything about your operation. Names, places, what you've done with the data. And then you can go home."

Lisa stared at him. His face showed no emotion. They must know everything about her, and what data she was collecting. She couldn't tell him, not after all she'd been through. There was nothing she could say or do.

"We've made a few enquiries, Lisa - I may call you that?"

She said nothing.

"It seems you've been working on a deniable op. I'm sure you know what that means. Nobody is going to be coming for you, so we have you to ourselves."

She still said nothing. She did, of course, know that if she was caught she was on her own. The implications were not pleasant.

"So I think it would be very much in your best interests to tell us everything you know. Because you will eventually. You know that everyone talks, don't you Lisa?"

His use of her name was, for some reason, terrifying. She had attended a course that was supposed to prepare her in the event of capture. In it they emphasized the fact that you had to hold out for as long as possible as someone would be coming for you. Lisa realized in her case this would not happen.

"I suppose you've done an enhanced interrogation course have you Lisa?" It was almost as if he could read her mind. "Well, I can assure you those are a complete waste of time. I expect that you were kept in a few stress positions, probably with a hood on your head, maybe forced to strip?"

His description was completely accurate. She had hated this part of her training. She had spent two days pretending to have been captured, during which she had been forced to stand in awkward positions, kept awake, and stripped to her underwear. She couldn't help feeling that most of this had been for the benefit of her trainers rather than her.

"What will happen to you here has nothing to do with any of that. We will reduce you to a screaming, blubbering wreck who will beg to tell us everything we want to know. The only question is how long it will take. Some women are ready to tell all their secrets before they leave this room. Some may take days, or weeks. But it always ends the same way."

Lisa's heart was beating fast again. The calmness of his voice was frightening. The thought of suffering unimaginable pain for weeks without mercy was unbearable. But she couldn't tell him. She mustn't.

"The young lady who worked in your office was one of the former," he continued. Lisa felt a pang in her stomach at the thought of what the girl must have suffered because of her. "She was innocent of any wrong doing, of course, as you know, don't you Lisa? But we had to make sure. I think it was about a week before we were completely convinced. She was screaming and begging for most of that time."

Lisa still sat and said nothing. He stared at her. Her dress was now damp with sweat and clinging to her body. She could feel it trickling down her neck and back, and between her breasts.

"So young, and just married. Did you know she was pregnant? Not any more of course." He smiled.

Finally Lisa spoke. "You bastards," she spat. He smiled more.

"Of course she had no way of stopping it. Whatever we did to her, she could only beg for mercy. But you'll be able to stop it, won't you Lisa? You can just tell us everything and it will all be over. No more pain. You can go home. In fact, we'll even release your young colleague as well."

Lisa's eyes widened. Was she still here? Alive? He could see what she was thinking. "Yes she is still our guest. Tell us what we want and she can go home to her new husband. All the time you refuse to cooperate she will be suffering alongside you. We might let you join in. We'll see if we can't replace that baby that she lost. She probably won't enjoy conceiving as much as she did the first time. But beggars can't be choosers, can they Lisa?"

Lisa stared at him and tried to show no emotion. The thought of the girl suffering because of her was of course awful, but she wasn't about to compromise her mission just because of that. The only reason the girl was here at all was her responsibility. She'd already made that decision.

He continued to stare at her. "Are you scared Lisa? Are you thinking about what we're going to do to you? I'm sure you know, don't you? You know that what happened in your training was nothing, don't you? They didn't use electricity, or burn you, or rape you repeatedly did they? You knew it would be over soon. You knew they wouldn't really hurt you. But here it won't ever end. Every hideous thing that you experience will be repeated, over and over, until you tell us what we want. Can you imagine what that's like? Knowing that soon the electrodes will be back on your body, and you'll be screaming for mercy? Knowing that it will never end until you tell us?"

She could of course imagine that. Or rather, she couldn't really, nobody could fully imagine what that would be like until they'd experienced it, but it was enough to scare her. Sweat trickled down the side of her face. She tried to think of something nice, to take her mind off everything facing her. She couldn't tell them. She must resist.

"Go fuck yourself, you sick fucker!" she screamed at him.

He smiled again. "So you want us to start, do you Lisa? Are you sure? Are you ready for the electricity?" He smiled more broadly. "Very well, Lisa. I think you might regret this decision."

The door opened and two men came in. They walked to the chair where she was sitting and each took hold of her upper arms and pulled her to her feet. They led her towards the door. She struggled and pulled against them.

"Let go of me you bastards!" she yelled, but with her hands tied behind her back there was nothing she could do to stop them dragging her towards the door. They left the room, went along a corridor, and then down some stairs. The man from the office followed them. If she struggled particularly violently, one of the men holding her would grasp her hair, sending stabbing pain into her scalp, and he would use that to guide her in the direction they wanted.

They reached another door, and went into the room. She was pushed to a metal frame in the middle, and the men then expertly fastened her into it. When they were finished she was bent over a bar, her legs pulled wide apart and attached at the ankles to the supports. Bent at the waist, her body formed a right angle with her legs. Her arms, still with the handcuffs attached, were attached to a bar above her back. The strain on her shoulders was great. A strap was passed round her upper arms, and pulled tight so that her elbows were forced to touch.

They grasped her silky soft brown hair and tied a small rope around it, before tying the other end to the strap holding her elbows together. This was pulled tight so her head was forced up and back, her neck stretched. The final touch was to force a large ring gag into her mouth, stretching it painfully wide. This was fastened tightly behind her head.

The position was extremely uncomfortable. The bar she was bent over dug into her hips, and with her feet spread so far apart she couldn't take any of the weight off. Her arms were twisted painfully up behind her, and her body was hanging from them, the handcuffs digging painfully into her wrists. Her head was stretched back pulling her neck tight and making it difficult to breathe, the pain in her head from her hair being pulled also intense. The gag stretched her mouth open, and she could feel drool running down her chin which she was incapable of stopping. She was already suffering from the enforced position, but she knew they hadn't even started yet.

The man pulled a chair over to the frame, and sat in front of her. He leaned forward so his face was inches from hers, and looked into her gorgeous green eyes. He could see the fear and suffering in them. He spoke very quietly and softly to her.

"You can stop it now, Lisa. It doesn't have to get any worse. Just tell us, you know you're going to eventually, just tell us now and save yourself the horror."

His voice was so warm and soothing she wanted to end it. It reminded her of home and happier times, but she knew she couldn't give in. She closed her eyes. He spoke again, so close to her ear she could feel his warm breath.

"We're going to start with a small demonstration, Lisa. Just to show you that your body belongs to us. We have complete control over it. Think about what will happen if you don't tell us everything."

His words scared her, and she tried to breathe deeply to control her wildly beating heart. Then she felt hands behind her grasping the hem of her flowery dress and lifting it up. Oh God, she thought, Oh God, please, don't let them.

She felt the cool air around her legs as the man behind her flipped her dress up so that it was bunched over her back. The warm breath returned to her ear as he whispered. "Nice panties, Lisa. I think I'll keep them afterwards as a souvenir. Are you scared , Lisa? Are you thinking about what we're going to do to you?"

She felt the man behind her hook his fingers into the waistband of her pale pink lace trimmed panties, and pull them down until they were stretched between her wide spread thighs. She could feel the material digging in to the sides of her legs as they were stretched so tightly. A tear trickled from the corner of her tightly closed eye. She had never felt so exposed or helpless. She was held in an agonizing position while strangers exposed her most intimate parts for their own pleasure. The fact that she was still wearing her dress, and it had just been lifted up and her panties pulled down heightened this feeling of helplessness. Like being a naughty schoolgirl.

She tried to control her breathing and stay as calm as she could. She didn't want the bastards to see how scared she was. A warm hand touched her lower stomach, the fingers spread out. She jerked at the shock, and tried to suck her stomach in, but there was no way she could escape the hand. It moved gently round her abdomen, and the fingers stroked through her pubic hair. Sweat dripped off her forehead and ran down her nose. The fingers pulled upwards, and she felt her clitoris exposed as the hood peeled back. Then there was a slight humming, and her hips jerked as something cold touched her most intimate spot.

It took a while before she realized it was a small vibrator that was being held to her clitoris. The fingers on her abdomen moved gently, and the vibrator gently circled her clitoris, occasionally dipping down through her labia to tease the mouth of her vagina, before returning once again to her most sensitive spot. Incredibly, she could feel herself getting aroused.

No, she thought, this can't be happening, I'm scared to death, held in an agonizing position, while strange men sexually abuse me, and I'm getting aroused. She tried to deny it, but it was impossible to ignore. She could feel the familiar tensing already starting in her lower stomach, as the buzzing vibrator continued to stimulate her. She could already tell she was going to orgasm, and it was happening quicker than ever before, quicker than with any boyfriend or even when she was masturbating.

The warm breath was back in her ear as he whispered to her. "You're going to come, Lisa, aren't you? I know you don't want to, but you can't resist can you? I bet you wish your boyfriends were as good as this, don't you?"

The vibrator continued to slide over her genitals, the hand on her stomach stroking through her pubic hair, both bringing her rapidly to the edge. No, she whimpered to herself, please, I don't want to, not in front of these animals, please no, please. Her breathing was coming faster, her vagina starting to tense.

"Come for us, Lisa. See how we can control your body. We know just how to bring you pleasure." The man behind her was now keeping her on the edge, she knew he could make her come whenever he wanted, how could he stimulate her so expertly.

"Do you want to come, Lisa? Shall I let you come? Or shall I keep you like this for ever, just on the edge? Would you like that? So close, but never getting release?"

As much as she tried to deny it, and ignore it, she was now desperate to come. Her breathing was very rapid.

"OK, you can come for us," he whispered, and this time the relentless vibrator touched exactly the right spot to give her an explosive orgasm, stronger than any she had experienced before. Once she had calmed down, she felt fingers running down her cleft. "The bitch is dripping," a voice behind her said. She could feel how wet she was. Bastards, she thought, bastards. She had been ready to experience pain but this was almost worse, the most humiliating thing that could have happened to her.

She opened her eyes and saw the man smiling at her. "That was just to show you how we control your body. If we can so easily give you such pleasure, think about how much pain we can give you as well. Why don't you tell us what we want to know, and this will all be over. You don't want to suffer what's going to happen to you. That could be the last time you ever come. When I've finished with you your clit is never going to give you pleasure again. Do you understand?"

Lisa's world seemed to have collapsed around her. She had imagined, of course, falling into enemy hands, and being tortured, but somehow this had completely confused her. Being forced to orgasm against your will, in this position, seemed impossible. If they could do this to her, how could she resist anything else they might do? They did control her body. She wanted to cry but fought back the tears as she didn't want them to see her crying. She must be strong.

"Make her come again," the man said, and once more the vibrator and warm stroking hands brought her rapidly to orgasm. She resisted as much as she could, but it was impossible to stop it. She hardly ever came twice, but these men knew exactly what to do to stimulate her body. She was trembling as her breathing returned to normal.

The man was sitting really close to her still, and he leaned forward and licked a tear from her check. Lisa wanted anything except this. How could she resist? Her body was in agony from the contorted position she was in. The man reached under her and started to undo the buttons on the front of her dress. He leaned close to her ear as he did so.

"That was the nicest thing we're going to do to you," he whispered. "You don't want to experience the next things. Please tell us what we want to know Lisa. I don't want to hurt you. Please tell us and we can let you go."

Her dress was now unbuttoned to the waist, and he reached round her back to unclip her bra. He pushed it towards her shoulders to free her breasts, which hung down. She felt his hands cup them, and gently massage them, pulling on her nipples as they hardened to his touch. He continued whispering as he played with her breasts.

"Nice tits, Lisa. Not too big, firm, just as I like them. I bet they're sensitive aren't they? I bet you like your boyfriends sucking your nipples. I don't think you'll like what we're going to do with them. This is the last time I'm going to ask you, Lisa. Are you going to tell us what we need to know?"

She ignored him, heart beating, sweat dripping, praying for some kind of miracle to release her from this hell. He spoke to someone across the room. "Go and see that whore from her office. Make sure she's screaming and begging for at least the next four hours, then get every man you can find to fuck her."

A door opened and closed behind, then he was whispering in her ear again. "She's not going to enjoy the rest of the day, Lisa. And it's all your fault. Can you imagine what we're going to do to her? Don't worry, we'll be doing it to you soon, so you won't have to imagine too hard. If only you'd tell us she could be home with her husband."

Oh God, please make this end, she thought. Her mind raced trying to think of something to do to get her out of this situation, but there was nothing she could do. She couldn't tell them what they wanted. She must never tell them.

Something tapped her on the end of her nose, and she opened her eyes to see him holding a long thin cane. He rubbed it over her face, then lowered it under her body and lightly tapped her nipples with it. She held her breath, expecting him to hit her any minute. Oh God, what would a cane feel like slashing into her breasts? How could she endure that?

"Don't worry, there's plenty of time for those, Lisa. We're going to start with a good spanking, that's what a dirty little girl like you deserves. What sort of slut would come when a stranger gives her a quick feel? You deserve to be punished."

He moved away, and then she felt the cane tapping against her buttocks. She squeezed her eyes shut, and didn't have to wait long before a swishing sound was followed by a THWACK as the thin cane bit into her buttocks. The pain was unbelievable, and she screwed her face up to avoid yelling. She didn't want to give the bastards the satisfaction of making her scream.

"How many before you scream, Lisa? I think it will be ten, some of my colleagues think you're tougher than that and it will be nearer twenty. But you will scream, because we won't be stopping until you do."

The cane tapped her buttocks again, and once more slashed down. The pain seemed twice as worse this time, and she gulped in large breaths trying to control her breathing. This time there was no warning as the cane bit hard into her buttocks for a third time. Tears were trickling from her eyes, and she knew it wouldn't be long before she had to scream.

"Bring her to the edge," said the man, and then the vibrator and the warm hand were once again pressed to her flesh. Oh God, she couldn't believe it, they were going to make her come again. How could that possibly happen with her buttocks throbbing from the cane, her shoulders feeling they were being dislocated. But it was happening, she could feel her vagina tightening, she was going to come very soon.

But right at the last point before she went over the edge the vibrator was taken away and the cane lashed into her buttocks again, cutting across the stripes already there. It was all she could do to not scream, but she managed to hold it in. Twice more the cane lashed across her agonized buttocks, and then the vibrator was pressed to her clitoris and the journey to orgasm started again.

The man was whispering into her ear again. "We're not going to let you come, Lisa. We're going to keep you on the edge all the time, while your buttocks are being shredded with the cane. You must be a pain slut to want to come while we're thrashing you. Is that what you are, Lisa? Do you dream of being abused? Of men torturing and raping you, making you beg, treating you like the cheap whore you are? Because if that is what you like, you're going to love it here, Lisa. This will be the greatest experience of your life."

The vibrator was keeping her on the edge, stopping when she was about to come, only to start again. Her groin area was aching with the tension, she wanted to have release, but they wouldn't let it happen. Then it stopped and the cane landed again and this time she did scream. Loudly. She could feel something trickling down her leg, and wondered if it was blood or her juices.

The man laughed. "Not very good, Lisa. Only seven strokes to make you scream. Even that slut from your office lasted longer than that. I don't think you're going to last long when we really start hurting you. I think you're going to be begging very soon."

Blow after blow landed, she had no idea how many. They thrashed her buttocks until they were covered in bright red weals, then started on the backs of her thighs. She screamed constantly, each stroke was more pain than she could imagine. How could she possibly withstand much more of this?

Eventually it stopped. Lisa hung in agony in her bonds. Her buttocks were throbbing, they felt as if they were torn to shreds. Drool ran down her chin, and her face was wet with tears. Somebody stood in front of her, and grasped her head. Before she realized what was happening he had thrust his dick into her mouth. With the gag in place there was nothing she could do.

The voice appeared in her ear again. It obviously wasn't him who was violating her mouth.

"You're going to give him a screaming blowjob, Lisa. He just has to stay in your mouth, and we make you scream. It's one of the best sensations a man can have. Not too much pleasure in it for the woman, but a slut like you probably won't mind. We have quite a few men here looking forward to your performance."

The cane bit into her buttocks once more, and she screamed, just as they said she would, around the dick in her mouth. "That's good," said a voice. "Make her do it again." The cane again, and she could feel him thrusting as her screaming tongue slopped around his member.

"More." And there was a lot more. Again and again the cane lashed down as his thrusting grew more violent. He grasped her hair and plunged into her throat until her nose was pressed against his pubic hair. She couldn't breathe and was unable to scream even though the cane was lacerating her buttocks and the backs of her thighs. When she thought she was going to pass out, he pulled back, and she felt him spurting into her mouth. He eventually pulled out, as she coughed and spluttered, sperm dripping down her chin.

She had barely got her breath back before another dick was in her mouth. She lost track of how many men she was forced to service. When it was over her face and hair were plastered in cum, her throat was sore from being roughly penetrated. She had been force to swallow loads of sperm, and she felt more miserable than she had ever before.

The man spoke to her. "Now, Lisa, you've repaid us a little for the trouble you've caused. But we still need the information. Are you going to tell us what we want? Or do we start getting serious?"

She was exhausted, and desperately wanted it to end. But she mustn't tell them. She must hold on and not give away the precious information she had worked so hard to collect.

She felt something cold being rubbed up and down her labia, and then it pushed into her vagina. It was large and hurt as it went deep, so deep it felt it was going to burst into her stomach, deeper than anything else had ever been. Oh God, Oh God, what were they doing, what were they going to make her suffer now?

"Think about what you're going to say, Lisa," he whispered, and then her whole abdomen exploded into the most indescribable pain. She couldn't comprehend how anything could hurt so much. She heard a noise so awful it couldn't be human until she realized it was her.

When it stopped she hung from her bonds, gasping for breath, her vagina aching as it clenched and unclenched around the hard metal intruder. Nothing could have prepared her for the intensity of the pain. Snot, sweat, drool, sperm and tears ran down her face and dripped onto the floor. She felt warm urine running down her legs and someone said, "The dirty bitch has pissed herself."

Again the cattle prod came alive, and again she jerked against her bonds, every muscle tensing, fire racing through her genitals. For long seconds she screamed in agony as the current tore through her body until it mercifully ended. But every fibre of her being was still screaming out even afterwards, the suffering was unendurable.

The man was whispering to her again. "It hurts, doesn't it Lisa? Do you want it to end? It can, you just have to tell us what we want. And then it's over. But if you don't, it will only get worse. I know you think at the moment it couldn't possibly be any worse, but believe me it can. It can be a thousand times worse, Lisa. And this is only the first day. We can make you suffer like this for day after day, without mercy, your life nothing but pain until you long to die just so it will end."

Oh please, please no more, please. She couldn't stand any more, the thought of this going on and on, it was unbearable. She had to tell them, anything to make it stop.

As if to emphasize her thoughts the electricity was ripping through her vagina again. She couldn't even scream this time.

When the current stopped she knew she couldn't carry on. He was right, everyone would break. How could any woman stand what was happening to her - treated as a cum dump, worthless, just there for their pleasure. What kind of men could treat her like this, enjoying her screams as they rammed a cattle prod into her genitals and gave her shock after shock? They would never stop, they would torture and abuse her forever. She had to end it. Just give the information now and it was all over.

She tried to speak but with her mouth still held wide by the gag she could hardly make any noise. She felt more sperm running down her nose and dripping to the floor in front of her to join a growing pool.

"Please," she tried to say. "Please no more, I'll tell you anything," but it came out as a gurgle.

The man leant closer to her ear and whispered. "Still not going to tell me, Lisa?"

"No!" she screamed. "I will, I will, please!" Gurgle gurgle came out, and she tried to tug at her bonds but could barely move. He knew, of course, exactly what she was saying. But he wasn't about to make it easy for her.

The current came on again and she thrashed and screamed in agony. When it stopped she struggled to speak to tell him she was broken and beg for mercy. But she could hardly make a noise before more electricity was searing through her vagina. She had no idea how long they tortured her in this way, but eventually she felt the prod being withdrawn. She could feel liquid running down the insides of her thighs and trembled and sobbed at the thought of what injuries they had inflicted inside her body.

The man was whispering to her and she tried to look turn her head so that he would see the complete submission in her eyes, but the hold of the rope in her hair prevented her moving. Someone was rubbing the prod over her face and pushing it into her mouth to make her gag.

"Have you thought about what to say, Lisa?"

"Yes, yes, please, I'll tell you anything, I'll do anything, just tell me what you want, but don't hurt me anymore, please, please, have mercy."

But it was time for another round of screaming blowjobs, and this time they used a pair of pliers to get the appropriate tongue movement from her. Squeezing and twisting her nipples, locking onto her labia and clitoris, they certainly provided all the screams the men needed to spurt into her throat or over her face and hair. At some point they started raping and sodomizing her from behind, first with their dicks which were agony due to the raw burns inside her vagina, then with truncheons.

She was barely conscious when they untied her from the frame. Having been secured for so long she couldn't walk so they dragged her across the room to a chair and dumped her into it. Someone produced a glass of water and tipped it into her mouth. Her hair was pulled and her face slapped until her eyes focused and she appeared to be awake.

The man sat in another chair opposite her, and someone handed him the prod. She started crying when she saw it, and couldn't take her eyes off it. It was long and thick, with metal bands running around it and two metal points at the end. It was glistening with liquid, and she knew that had come from her insides.

He studied her as she sat slumped in the chair, crying. Her hair was matted with sperm, her face covered in all sorts of bodily fluids, mascara smudged and running. Her dress was open, breasts exposed with her white bra undone. They were covered in marks from the pliers, her nipples red and swollen. Her pink panties had slid down her legs as she was dragged from the frame, and were now bunched around her ankles.

"Are you going to tell me where you hid the data, Lisa?"

He didn't have to ask twice, she blurted out everything she knew, answered all his questions, interspersed with begging pleas not to hurt her again. He asked for the names of contacts, people who had helped her, and she gladly gave him everything he wanted. Sometimes she paused and he would lift the prod from his lap, which would make her spew out all the information he asked for.

"You see, Lisa, I told you everyone talks. You could have saved yourself a lot of unpleasantness if you'd told me everything to start with. In fact, you've turned out to be rather pathetic. Less than a day and you're begging for mercy. Those trainers who would have loved to see you groveling would be very disappointed."

Lisa sobbed quietly. She had been pathetic, but how could she possibly have suffered this abuse for day after day? The thought that her mission had been wasted after all she had done was awful.

"Please, you can let me go now, I've told you everything you wanted, please let me go."

The man smiled at her. "You see, Lisa, we have a problem. How do I know what you've told me is true? You could be lying to stop the torture."

"No, no, I'm not, please I've told you everything!" Lisa's heart rate shot up, she started to cry as she began to realize that it might not be over at all.

"I think we'll do a bit more investigation, and then see if you tell us the same story."

"No, please, please don't hurt me anymore, I've told you everything, please I'm begging you!"

"We'll start with your friend the prod," he smiled as he waved it in front of her. "Then maybe some more screaming blowjobs but this time we'll encourage you with a soldering iron up your cunt and some red hot needles through your tits."

"No!" screamed Lisa as she was grabbed and dragged out of the chair. "No, please, please don't, I'll do anything you want please don't do this!" But they took no notice.

It was a month before they got bored with her. By this time she was barely recognizable. They had used every torture they could think of on her defenseless body, and she had been raped and sodomized over and over. She was completely broken, and would do anything they asked without hesitation. The information she had gathered was recovered, and a number of people she named were arrested and suffered a similar fate to her.