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CHAPTER 5
Suzzanne Gets a Shock!
The woman flicked off the dildos much to Suzzanne’s relief before retrieving more items from the sideboard. She could feel the stimulant burning in her stomach and very quickly the fire began to spread through her body raising her level of awareness and unfortunately with that sensitivity. She moved tentatively, her legs and arms ached from being fixed for so long and her lower orifices felt full, stretched and oh so hot and sticky!
There was a knock at the door, “Entre” replied the woman and a plump middle aged woman in a house coat entered, head bowed. “La amante como té de tarde” she asked quietly, there was a pause and she glanced across at the naked figure hanging from the spreader bar, she met Suzzanne’s pleading eyes for second, seeing the thin pinks weals criss-crossing her body and the bar pressing something deep into her pussy, she looked down and crossed herself, she knew her Mistress was cruel and it was best not to take too much interest in her activities.
Without looking up the woman replied “Vea no, y por favor que me no molestan”.
“Sí amante” and the woman backed out of the room and closed the door.
The woman returned and placed an item on the floor beside Suzzanne, she looked down to see a large electric wand vibrator! The woman then began to apply adhesive electrodes, two where placed at the base of Suzzanne’s spine and two more on either side of her trimmed pubis, more electrodes were placed either side of each nipple. She then connected each of the electrodes to a cable from a small white control box. “Now let’s see how these work” and she made a few adjustments to the knobs on the box before pressing a button. Suzzanne’s body arched forward as the current coursed through her lower back finding her pudendal nerves and sending the current deep into her pussy, more adjustments and each of her nipples was shocked in turn. Suzzanne waited with horror for the final test, she bit down on the ball filling her mouth as the current surged between the electrodes across her clitoris making her jerk like a puppet.
“Excellent” replied the woman, “one final set” and she attached 2 blue electrodes on either side of Suzzanne’s neck. “Now” she replied “let me explain, you’re going to meet Mr Hitachi here and we are going to see how long you can hold out, but you’re thinking “no problem she can make me come as much as she likes”, well think again because every time you orgasm these electrodes will shock you and the current will be much higher and more painful than the test”.
Suzzanne shook her head, eyes wide “ Mmmoooo ,Mmmoooo”.
Ignoring her pleading moans she knelt down and picked up a pair of latex gloves, “this will get messy and I don’t want to get shocked”, then she picked up the Hitachi and flicked the switch, it began to emit a low hum. Suzzanne tried to back away but the woman just held the upright bar preventing her retreat. Gently she placed the soft vibrating head against the top of the agent’s bare slit, her lips were gaping slightly from the enormous dildo filling her and she shuddered as the head made direct contact with her clitoris. Suzzanne struggled to fight the sensations coursing through her pelvis; the woman gently moved the head around intensifying the stimulating vibrations. She mewed deeply into the gag and pushed her hips forward without thinking, she was on a slippery slope and gathering speed. The woman watched her responses with interest, Suzzanne was close to coming and the woman felt a familiar sensation in her own loins and glancing down noticed the dark line along the crutch of her jodhpurs. She squeezed her thighs firmly together to ward off the feelings, she had work to do and there was plenty of time to play with this M.I.7 sex toy!!
Suzzanne was struggling to withstand the waves of pleasure surging out from her pussy, she was very wet and the feeling of fullness in her pussy and arse where not helping, she dug her nails into the palms of her hands but it was no use, she came with a huge moan, her muscles again tensing into relief, her head thrown back, muffled sobs bursting from the gag, then within seconds pain like she and never know in her breasts and pussy, she bit down on the ball “Mmmmmmgggghhhhhhhhhh” as the current flowed between the pairs of electrodes, some aided by natural lubrication. The shock continued for ten seconds and as it ceased she slumped panting thought the gag. Without warning the woman placed the Hitachi back against her now sensitised clitoris and the heightened sensations returned aided by the stimulant drug, Suzzanne snapped upright her eyes wide, “Mmmoooo ,Mmmoooo mmmmmmeeeeeesssss”. The woman looked up impassively at the women she was tormenting, she knew pain alone could be effective if precisely and carefully applied but pain combined with prolonged sexual stimulation was much more effective. Suzzanne twisted her hips as much as she was able but the woman made sure the vibrating head stayed in place, occasionally changing the angle to heighten its effect. The second orgasm hit Suzzanne and she arched again “mmmmmohhh ooooodddd” she moaned, to be hit a second later by the electricity jolting through her, spasming her muscles, “nnnnnnggggarrrhhhhh” she screamed behind the gag as the current continued to flow. Almost as soon as the current stopped the woman replaced the vibrator and the cycle began again, Suzzanne wanted it to stop now and she would have told everything if not for the gag. She felt the sensations building again and knew the intense waves of pleasure would quickly be destroyed by the cramping waves of pain, she knew she couldn’t take much more of this but the woman seemed to have no intention of stopping….
Goldhill stamped out his cigarette, “we were lucky to discover her; one of the boatmen saw a parachute come down and reported it so I sent out some men to set some booby traps and she set one off. I’ve had dealings with her before she’s resistant and very dangerous”
“Yes” replied the other man, he was a portly man dressed in baggy white linen trousers and shirt, in his late forties his black hair, greying at the temples was slicked back into a ponytail and he sported a thick black moustache. He spoke perfect English but with a noticeable Spanish accent. “She outsmarted you last time I understand”.
“Yes” said Goldhill, a noticeable edge in his voice, “she did, but not this time”. He would have happily killed her in the jungle but his Masters wanted her to be questioned in more detail, still there would come a time when they had no more use for her and he would ensure her demise was a slow and unpleasant as possible. “How long do you think it will take to crack her?” he enquired. The man laughed “Yolanda can be very persuasive, she will make the woman talk and enjoy doing it”
“I’d like her back when you’re finished with her” said Goldhill.
“Yes” he said the thoughtfully “I would like to spend some time with her to, try a few new things, Hah, if Yolanda would permit me!” and he laughed a big belly slapping Goldhill across the shoulder, “yes you can have her, what’s left!” and he laughed again
Goldhill winced under heavy blow, “Quite, but I don’t want to fuck her, we have other unfinished business” and his fingers gently stroked his throat.
“Oh I understand, well perhaps I can make a few suggestions, we have something here called the “Maribuntas” they can be most entertaining and deadly”.
“Tell me more” said Goldhill interestedly.
“Darling” called a woman’s voice and the fat man spun around to see the woman coming towards him.
“Yolanda my sweet, any news?”
“Mr Goldhill” said the woman politely although it was clear she had no like for the man.
“Mrs Cortez” he replied consciously stopping his eyes wandering down her body to the fitted crotch of her jodhpurs.
“So darling has she told you anything?”
“Not yet, she is a tough one but I’m not finished yet. I used a dose of Coca stimulant to keep her awake but she’s still resisting, I’ve left her to contemplate her situation and given her a dose of the concoction the Indians use for their “meditations”. I’ll see how that works and resume after we’ve have had supper”.
The man laughed again, “make sure you don’t kill her, Mr Goldhill would like that pleasure, in fact we were just about to discuss the “Maribuntas”, what do you think?”
The woman screwed up her nose, “not subtle enough for my tastes but there will be no traces left for sure, anyway let’s eat, Consuelo has set the table on the veranda” and linking her arm through her husband’s she gently led him away. Goldhill followed a few paces behind watching the woman’s tightly encased buttocks sway as she walked ahead of him.
In the lounge Suzzanne spun gently on the end of the cable, she had endured several hours of electric shock torture and many many forced orgasms. The stimulant had kept her fully alert for the duration making sure she felt every shock and every application of the vibrator. Eventually the woman had tired of torturing her and stopped realising that the agent would probably be dead before this method succeeded in breaking her. Before leaving her the woman had carefully cleaned and packed away her instruments of pain and pleasure, removing the electrodes from Suzzanne’s skin. Then she had removed the upright locking bar which held the dildos in place smiling to herself as she noticed how slick and wet the vaginal device was. As the devices vacated her tormented orifices Suzzanne was heard to moan quietly behind the gag and she sagged in the restraints, relieved at no longer having to keep her legs straight to prevent the toys penetrating deeper. However the woman was not finished, she returned with a short length of chain which she attached to the middle of the spreader bar above Suzzanne’s head, then she reached down and pulled the lower spreader backwards toppling Suzzanne off her heels and she lifted the bar pulling it up until she could attached it to the other end of the chain. The agent moaned, her eyes squeezed shut, all her weight was now supported by her arms and wrists. “There” said the woman “just one more thing before I leave you to contemplate whether to cooperate or not” and she began to unbuckle the panel gag, then as before she forced the nozzle of a small ampoule into the corner or Suzzanne’s mouth, she twisted feebly too weak to resist as she tasted a salty vanilla taste in her mouth. ”This is something else the local Indians use, they use it to induce a state of meditation but I found that just small dose will sap the users self control, their will to resist, suppress inhibitions” Suzzanne struggled again but the woman squeezed her throat forcing her to swallow. Once sure the agent had taken the drug she removed the gag completely, long strings of saliva trailed behind as she pulled it from between her teeth. Suzzanne gasped and took in a deep breath, flexing her jaw as she did so, ball gags so made her jaw ache and it was something she had never gotten used to! Wiping the drool from around Suzzanne’s mouth with a handkerchief she said “I’ll be back in few hours by then the drug should be working”
“Go to hell!” replied the agent hoarsely.
The woman just laughed and turning on her heel left the room and Suzzanne heard the key click in the lock. She twisted her body slightly so that she began to gently spin and she could get a look around the room. As she scanned the room she began to find it difficult to concentrate, hold her train of thought and she knew the drug was in her bloodstream and making its way to her brain. She shook her head and began to breathe deeply hoping the extra oxygen would help her fight the effects. Her mind was fogging quickly now, she was aware of her surroundings, the discomfort in her arms and legs but nothing seemed to matter, her thoughts blurred into each other, her breathing slowed and gradually a glazed vacant look began to appear in her eyes as she gently spun to a stop.
Outside the sun was setting over the jungle canopy and sounds of the night could be heard outside the villa walls. Yolanda drained the last of her coffee watching as her husband and the American discussed the progress of the project. She wasn’t really interested in the detail, her husband had made money selling the coca products for which the country was so well known but that was getting too dangerous as the Government supported by the United States sort to destroy the illegal drugs trade. She didn’t know how he had become involved with this new organisation but they paid him well for his local knowledge and influence and it didn’t involve drugs. But clearly it was not a legitimate project, the woman, the attractive Englishwoman she had so enjoyed torturing all afternoon was a spy and her husband had asked her to use her “special talents” to find out what she knew. She knew she had a cruel side and her husband’s money and power allowed her to exercise it now and again, she had tortured her husband’s mistress, ex mistress, she corrected herself. She turned a blind eye to his philandering unless he was too blatant. She discovered them after returning early from a trip to the city and after berating her husband she had had the girl taken to the stables where she flogged her. She and enjoyed that too, her husband didn’t care about what happened to the girl, she meant nothing to him. She remembered how she had beaten the girl with a leather paddle, how she had screamed with each blow across her jiggling buttocks. Then she had the girl bound in stringent rope bondage before she used her toys to make her come and come before finally smearing her pussy and anus with crushed chillies and watching her squirmed and moan as they burned . Yolanda reached down and squeezed her hand between her Jodhpur encased thighs as she felt a warm sticky sensation flow through her loins.
“Gentlemen, if you will excuse me I plan to take a shower and then carry on my unfinished business with our guest”. The men turned their deep conversation interrupted, “Of course my dear, Mr Goldhill and I have much to discuss, and I’ll find you later”
“Mrs Cortez” nodded Goldhill trying not to stare at the woman’s firm shapely buttocks again as she rose and left the table.
“So Mr Goldhill you were mentioning your organisation was looking to expanding their operation in South America?”
“What? Oh yes “stammered Goldhill his image of what Mrs Cortez would look like dressed a cheerleader shattered by the man’s resumption of the conversation. Cortez picked up on his hesitation, he loved the way other men lusted after his wife but his power and wealth meant that only the foolish tried their hand, the last man who had flirted with his wife had ended up staked out in a jungle clearing waiting for the “Maribuntas”.
“How soon do you think your wife to break her” said changing the subject, his masters were impatient and so was he.
“Mmmmm” pondered Cortez, “Yolanda enjoys her work and she will get the information without killing the woman” he smiled and raised his eyebrows at Goldhill as he said this.
“Indeed” replied Goldhill “just to say this information is required by the top of the organisation, there can be no mistakes!”
“There won’t be Mr Goldhill, don’t you worry, it may take longer than you want but Yolanda will squeeze every drop of information out of her before she is done, and then the woman is yours, now more can I offer you brandy and a cigar? Best money can buy!” and he laughed heartily.
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