Blind Suffering II ... Government Interrogation

Chapter 8

He kept true to his word. Returning with a duffle bag in his hand and locked the door. The click was loud to me and felt like a seal of my fate. He took a few more steps until he was only a foot from me, setting the bag down and looking my body over with that same smile that I was beginning to fear more and more.

My heart began to pound louder and harder against my chest as his knelt down and pulled out an object I couldn't yet see. Like a prize he held it in his hand in front of me. The gag looked more horrific given the circumstances and he wasted no time putting it on me and making it tight against my head.

I mumbled for him to stop but he ignored me and returned to pulling items from the bag. "I have had many fantasies throughout my life...but this is the first that I can fulfill." He brought out clamps and fastened them to my nipples without warning. I cried out against the gag, my tongue moving roughly over the ball between my teeth and lips. "Get used to these and I will continue. I shall see you in a hour or so."

Taking the bag he left again with me in shock.

He returned and was carrying the same bag. This time he didn't set it down but instead just held it in my view and opened it. Inside was my clothes. He smirked at the hope in my eyes and I tried my best to not show my hope. I knew that it wouldn't be so simple for him to return my clothes to me.

But the hope was still there.

"You can't hide anything from us Kate. We know you are lying and frankly I'm tired of fighting this. So your clothes here no longer belong to you. In fact they will be officially disposed of when I leave again. This session I want to test your resistance to pain. How is this?" He tugged at the clamps until I screamed against the gag. He nodded in approval, pulling harder until they snapped off.

"Very good, most people like you would be in tears from that. How about this?" His hand slapped my breasts suddenly until it tingled and throbbed. "The way pain can control a person is phenomenal. Don't you think?" I was breathing hard and no longer felt cold. He watched me for some time before circling me.

Now I was his favorite toy.

The pain continued for a few more minutes and my heart finally slowed down. So many thoughts were in my mind again. What amounts of pain would he resort to in order to get this information? I had none to give and almost thought that I would have to fake information in order to avoid more mental scars. Saliva was dripping down my chin from the gag. My tongue wouldn't stay still and I hated it.

I tried to wipe my chin with my shoulder but the sharp movement brought a cramp running down my arm, bringing a whimper from me. I was doing damage to myself without meaning to.

What else could I withstand?