SOVIET SCREAMS

BY UNKNOWN

The first week was difficult. Moving was a chore as my muscles ached terribly when I attempted to walk. Holding anything in my hands was next to impossible. But they say, time heals all wounds, and by the second week I began moving around more briskly. Performing simple tasks with my wounded fingers became easier. The Pain Dr. had been by my side the entire time, spoon feeding me and going as far as to wash my body and even wiping for me in the beginning. I was totally dependant on him at first and got a chance to really get to know him. During our time together, he never missed a chance to teach me new methods of torture and the proper use of various devices. He had me guage the punishments that I had just endured on a scale of one to ten with ten being the most painful. The rack was most painful at a ten, with the foot caning coming in at a nine, I said. The nail tortures came in at eight with the extraction being the most painful of that group. The thumb-screws came in next and the leg stretch came in last although all tortures were excrutiating, I added. He explained to me that the review I just gave would vary greatly among those who had endured the exact same punishments. No two people have exactly the same reaction to one particular torture as another, he said. Good inquisitors will always employ a variety of methods and capitalize on those that obtain the best results. Some women can be twisted like a pretzel but just touch thier vaginas with electricity and they sing like nightengales. Others shrug off electricity but an open flame on their nipples make them turn in their own mothers.

The Pain Dr. and I continued our conversation and I asked him some philosophical questions. In the light of todays political climate, what is the future for professional torturers? Very bright, he answered. First, think about the escalating crime problem. When the prisons fill up and the average people can no longer pay higher taxes to build new ones, what are to become of the criminals? People have become weary of setting them loose only to fall prey to them again and again. Obviosly they need to be punished and in a way that will discourage future transgressions. My prediction is that torture will become universal by the year 2000. While I understand that right now the constitution prohibits 'cruel and inhuman' punishments, remember alcohol was also prohibited in the 1920's. Things change as circumstances change. As the courts are boxed in by increasing crime, lack of prisons, an angry public, and not enough resources, torture will become the obvious answer. Think about it, he said; Leg tortures for pocketbook snatchers and muggers, hand tortures for shoplifters and thieves, electrical and genital tortures for sexual offenders and rapists, and heavy tortures for major crimes such as murder and espionage. All these will be televised so that future criminals might want to think twice. Won't that be putting to much power into the hands of the government, I asked? Come on, Donna, get real, the Dr. stated emphatically! Things have never been worse and the government has never controlled our lives more than they do today. When the crime problems have been dealt with, people will be free to concentrate on their politicians. Those who have raped the people with excessive taxes and stolen away their freedoms one by one will face certain and swift justice by an outraged populace along with their families. They have said let them eat cake, once too often. Yes, the future is bright because we will become the teachers of future generations. I felt thrilled to be in the presense of the Pain Dr. and quickly came to realize that not only my future, but the future of many others were going to rest in his capable hands.

We will be leaving tomorrow for the former U.S.S.R. Our job will be extracting a formula from a scientist who is in poor health and cannot be tortured himself. You and I will concentrate on his wife and three children. Departure time will be 600 A.M. sharp so you should start packing now. I have to do the same, he said as he kissed me tenderly on the lips and walked away. I was excited about our up and coming trip.........

The Pain Dr. and I left the apartment at early dawn. Until then, I had only suspected but wasn't positive that we were in England. Rod and Alan's thick British accent made me suspicious, but watching the Dr. drive on the wrong side of the road confirmed it! We drove until we arrived at Londons Heathrow airport and quickly boarded the Drs. waiting jet. Minutes later we were in the air.

As you know, the Dr. said, the republics of the former Soviet Union are at war and in a total chaotic state of anarchy. We have been hired by the Croation leadership to obtain a formula from a high ranking Serbian physicist that will enable them to modify the tracking device in their laser guided tanks. The problem is that the Dr. is in poor physical health, suffering from a severe heart condition. Anything done to him personally might result in his death. However, he is blessed with a beautiful young wife and three children, two girls and a boy. It is on these that we will concentrate our efforts directly in front of the Dr. and see if we can't pry the formula out of him. His first wife was killed during the war and he has since remarried a young woman 26 years old. At 47 he is much older than her but doesn't look it. Here is a photo of the two of them together. As the Pain Dr. handed me the photo I noticed the woman was petite, maybe 105lbs. with very short brown hair, brown eyes, freckles. She seemed somewhat muscular and I asked the Dr. about it. She was a semi-professional swimmer before the outbreak of hostilities, he said. Turning the photo over I noticed her name was Loretta. She was origionally from the U.S., he added, moving here when she and the Dr. became serious. Gazing at the Dr. in the photo, I noticed that he looked late thirtish but very frail, a type of look when someone has been suffering with heart problems over an extended period of time. These are the children the Pain Dr. said as he handed me the next photo. The oldest seemed to be the son who appeared to be about 16. He was very good looking and had little resemblance to his ill father. He seemed tall, about 5.10 and 150lbs. He still had somewhat of a boyish face and his blonde hair made him look younger than he was. The next child was a girl about 14. She was very pretty with a bright smile. She appeared to be about 5 feet and maybe 90 lbs. She had long blonde hair and a very nice figure for a young teen. The youngest child was also a girl about 10 years old. She had shoulder length brown curly hair and large blue eyes. She seemed about 4.4' and maybe 60 lbs. They looked to be the perfect family, I thought, as I handed the photos back to the Dr. The people who hired us for this job want to see us work and some of the top military leaders will be present in the room, he said. I have given them special requests of particular items that we will need and they will be waiting for us when we arrive. I didn't mind torturing the Drs. beautiful wife but I wasn't sure about the children, and mentioned this to the Pain Dr. We won't go further than we have to with them. I'm sure the Dr. will be reasonable and provide us with the formula rather than see his family suffer. I hoped that he was right, but I got this funny feeling in the pit of my stomach, call it womans intuition, that this might be tougher than it appeared.

We landed after several hours and were met by a waiting Mercedes. The driver who was dressed in military garb put our bags and special equipment into the trunk and we got in and drove for about an hour until we arrived at a large private home or should I say mansion. It was a huge building on a very plush estate surrounded by iron gates and machine gun toting guards. The car stopped in front of the main door and we were promptly greeted by military men offering us warm smiles and handshakes. They all spoke English but had heavy Russian accents. One of them escorted us upstairs to our rooms and asked us to come downstairs when we had freshened up. The Pain Dr. and I changed into our white lab coats and unpacked the equipment in our bags and transferred them to the black leather satchels. Upon finishing we proceeded downstairs and a soldier stationed at the base of the stairway escorted us to a room located at the rear of the house. When the door swung open, I noticed several rows of men and women in military uniforms sitting and facing what looked like a large stage. The Physicist was dressed and strapped into a stout wooden chair bolted to the floor, his hands tightly bound behind his back. He was facing his family who were all totally naked and secured to various devices.

His wife was secured in an iron chair by way of metal straps containing hundreds of needle sharp spikes about an inch apart. The chair itself was covered with these same cruel devices, with literally hundreds of points. Every part of the womans body was in contact with the nails and she squirmed in terrible discomfort making horible sounds into her gag. They were under her feet, arms, hands, ass and every place in between. There was a trapdoor under her seat and a cloth covered bucket next to it.

The sixteen year old boy was secured to a very low table with many leather straps covering his arms, legs, body, wrists, ankles, head and neck. He had become part of the table which was no more than a foot off the ground. He was gagged and blindfolded.

The fourteen year old daughter was tied to a crucifix type cross by her wrists and ankles. She was laying on her back looking up at the cieling. She was also gagged but had no blindfold. There was a hole next to the base and a machine with wires coming out going to a metal plate on the foot block.

The youngest daughter, the ten year old, was tied to an X-frame with many straps holding her little body tightly against it. Next to it there was a table on wheels and the Pain Dr. took out many devices and shiny tools and laid them on it. The young girl watching this started crying into her gag.

The Pain Dr. addressed the audience who numbered about 20. Welcome. For those of you who don't know me, I am the Pain Dr. and this is my assistant Donna. Thankyou for attending this evening. You will witness various methods of torture today and I hope the experience will be both beneficial and educational. You may take notes and if you have any questions, please feel free to ask me later on. The Pain Dr. turned to me and asked me if I was ready to begin. I told him I was.

The Pain Dr. turned to the Physicist and asked him for the formula. Save your family terrible suffering. Just give me the formula and you will all be set free. I can't, the Dr. said, his voice shaking with fear. Hundreds of lives are at stake. I won't betray my country. Very well, the Pain Dr. said. We will begin with your older daughter. He went over to the frightened 14 year old girl and picked up four wires with aligator clips on the end and clipped two on the young girls tender nipples. MPPPFFFFFFFFFFF she screamed into her gag, her eyes wide with pain and terror. He clipped the other two to her pussy lips. MPPPP PPPFFFAAHHHHHHHHHHH she shrieked as the gag allowed no scream to penetrate. The Pain Dr. motioned two large soldiers over and they picked up the crucifix and dropped it into the hole in the stage. She was now hanging by the ropes on her wrist, pushing down on the footblock to relieve some of the stress from her arms and chest. Let me explain how crucifixion works, he said.

Gravity pulls down the body, causing stress on the chest muscles. The victim, in this case your beautiful young daughter, is forced to push down on the block that her feet are resting on to relieve the terrible stress on those muscles and permit breathing. As long as this takes place the victim can last for many days before sucumbing to exhaustion and death. In ancient times, the legs of the crucified were broken, thus not allowing the victim to push up to relieve the cramping in the chest. Death by suffocation generally followed. We have modified this by placing a metal plate on the footblock. The plate is charged so that if she tries to push off with her feet she will recieve powerful electric shocks on her most sensitive areas. The Pain Dr. reached down and turned on the current. The girl wh had been supporting herself by the block yelped into the gag and quickly lifted her feet thereby hanging her full weight on her wrists. After a minute she grew tired and rested her feet on the plate. She screamed and tears flowed down her face, eyes wide in agony. Her feet moved up and down as she did the slow dance of crucifixion agony. The Pain Dr. looked over to the Physicist. Well, how about it ?

"Save your family", the Pain Dr. exorted the Physicist. The bound and terrified Dr. just stared at his naked and helpless daughter cry out in agony as the cruel electricity shocked her sensitive nippples and tender orifaces, while at the same time stretching her young chest muscles beyond endurance."Please stop this", the Dr. cried out. "If I could tell you anything, don't you think I would"?

"You can and you will", the Pain Dr. assured him.

He walked over to the teen boy tightly strapped to the low table and motioned me over.

"This one is all yours", he said as he handed me a pair of thin latex surgical gloves, a tube of lubricating jelly, and a small tin of red pepper."Sit down in front of his penis and rub a generous amount of pepper onto it. After slipping into the tight fitting gloves I made myself comfortable and poured about a teaspoon of the red powder into my hand. Starting with the head of his limp tool, I began to rub it in thoroughly. It quickly became erect and very stiff partly because of my stimulations and als o due to the severe burning sensation he must have been feeling."Now use the lubricating jelly and begin masturbating him, but do not stop for anything, not even for a moment", the Pain Dr. instructed. Squeezing a glob in my hand I began stroking up and do wn his shaft using different techniques I had learned over the years. While I truly enjoyed this, I couldn't figure out what the torture was here. The Dr, seeing my puzzled expression just said, "remember, too much of anything can be very painful". It didn't take more than about two minutes of my expert manipulations and he shot a huge load of creamy white cum all over his stomach. I just continued, not letting up on my hand movements for even a second as he started squirming against his bonds, making sounds into his gag for me to stop. But I was just having to much fun and kept rubbing and rubbing, one hand always in motion even when I reapplied the pepper to maintain his erection or the jelly to provide the proper lubrication. After another five minutes he came again, although not as much came out this time. Now he was really sensitive and fought hard against his bonds and screamed into his gag as I just continued to rub and caress his tool.

Meanwhile, the Pain Dr. went over to the woman bound in the iron chair. He lifted the cover off of the object by her side. It was a hibatchi style grill filled with coal which he ignited with a match. He placed several tools into the flames as he once again asked the physicist to reconsider. The helpless Dr. gazed out over his family; his impaled daughter screaming and squirming, his son fighting against the straps as the forced masturbation became mo re and more maddening, his young daughter waiting in terror on the X-frame as the shiny tools glistened in front of her, and now his wife, about to experience the pains of hell. The Dr. just looked down and remained silent. "Have it your way", the Pain Dr. said. He continued watching as the flames burned down and the coals glowed with red hot intensity, while I rubbed and stroked non stop. Ten minutes later he shot another load and his pleasure soon turned to muffled shrieks as I concentrated at caressing the most sensitive spots, using the palm of my hand against the head of his shaft. He screamed animal type screams into the gag as the leather straps creaked against the strain o f his tugging. His eyes were wide and pleading, begging for me to stop.