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"Alice"
   by Libertine


Alice was watching through the chain link fence. She saw Juan
approach the border in his fancy car. It had cost nearly a
quarter million, but Juan could afford it. She watched as he
was waved into an inspection bay by the customs officers. The
trunk lid went up, and Juan was escorted into a low building. 
Alice could only wait.

Alice and Juan were going to get married. He was a friend of her
father, and she had known him since she was a little girl. When
she was seventeen, he asked her to marry him, and she said yes,
but they would wait until she was eighteen and had finished high
school. When her parents were killed, the Bureau of Child
Welfare had placed her in a group home, and on her eighteenth
birthday they kicked her out. Juan had said he would go
immediately to get her. She said she would find a way to meet
him at the border. Now he was in the U.S., but she couldn't go
to him; so near and yet so far! She watched and waited.

Then she saw Juan again. He came out of the building,
handcuffed, and was put into a windowless van and driven away! 
Alice ran to the exit from the customs station and tried to get
in.

"You can't come in here, unless you are crossing the border."

"You don't understand. My fiance was in there, and they have
taken him away. I've got to find him!"

After five minutes of arguing, she finally got into the building,
where they checked her ID and asked all sorts of questions. They
showed her a picture of Juan, and she identified him. "He was
carrying a lot of money."

"We are getting married and honeymooning in Las Vegas."

"He's being held incommunicado as a suspected terrorist. I'd
advise you to go home and forget about him."

"No way! He's no terrorist. I love him, and we're getting
married. Besides, I've nowhere to go. I have no home, now."

"How did you get here?"

"I took a bus from Houston and then a taxi to here."

"There's no one to take you home?"

"There's no one who even knows I'm here."

They left her alone in a room for a while. Then a man and woman,
not in uniform, came in. "Last chance. Will you get lost and
forget about Juan?"

"No! I'll do anything I can to get him free."

They handcuffed her, and led her to another windowless van.
"Wait a minute! Am I under arrest?"

"You are a material witness, maybe an accomplice. If you
cooperate with us, maybe it will help get your lover freed,
well, deported instead of jailed for life."

"I want to talk to a lawyer."

The woman laughed. "No one knows we have you. If you don't
cooperate... well, it could go very badly for both of you." They
blindfolded her before she was taken from the van and led down
some steps and though a maze of corridors. The blindfold was
not removed until she was in a windowless room, actually, a kind
of cellar, almost a dungeon. "Tell us what target your lover was
going to bomb. We found explosives in the trunk of his car,
underneath the spare tire."

"You're crazy. Juan's no terrorist."

"You won't cooperate."

"No, not to tell you lies."

The woman sat on the edge of a desk. "Cigarette?"

"No."

She lit one, even though government buildings are supposed to be
smoke-free. "Your lover-boy isn't cooperating either. Now,
under the civil forfeiture laws, we're going to seize the money
and the car, but it's a lot cleaner if we have his confession. 
If you both cooperate, he probably won't have to face a military 
tribunal, and possible death, as a terrorist. It may be he'll
just be deported, and you can join him abroad, if you want to. 
Now, the situation is very simple. The bleeding-heart civil
libertarians insist that he be kept under 24-hour television
surveillance, so that we can't torture a confession out of him. 
However, no one knows you are here, so we can torture a
confession out of you, if you don't voluntarily incriminate him. 
All you have to do is tell us you will cooperate."

"No."

The woman pressed a button, and two more men entered the room
with lights and television equipment. The woman got on a phone.
"Can the prisoner see the TV monitor outside his cell?" She
paused for the answer. "And there's no way the surveillance
camera will show what he's watching? ...OK." She put down the
phone and pointed the camera at Alice. "OK, loser," she said,
"we've got your blonde girl friend. Either you cooperate and
confess or we'll make her confess. You can watch what happens. 
It won't be nice to watch, if you really love her, but we'll
stop interrogating her as soon as you sign a confession. OK?"

Of course there was no reply. One of the men removed the
handcuffs, leaving Alice standing there in front of a TV camera. 
"Alice, tell us how long you have known about your fiance's
being a terrorist." Alice just shook her head. "Alice, take off
your clothes. Show your lover your naked body."

"No!"

The woman nodded and the three men grabbed Alice by her arms and
held her, while the woman cut the blouse from sleeves to collar
and pulled it away, exposing Alice's lacy bra. She undid the
waist band of the skirt, and it fell away, revealing skimpy
panties. "Must I go on, Alice? Just tell me you will cooperate."

Alice said nothing. She was determined not to betray her fiance.
It took only seconds to cut away the bra and panties, exposing
Alice's girlish breasts and wispy blonde pubic hair. "Are you a
virgin, Alice?"

"Yes."

"Hey, loser, your fiancee says she's a virgin. You don't want
that to change, do you, before you are married? No, of course
not. Not yet. Don't wait too long before you confess." The men
buckled padded leather cuffs on Alice's wrists and ankles. 
Motors whirred and cables came down from the ceiling, which the
men attached to the cuffs.

Alice was really frightened now, but she would not betray Juan.
She watched as the woman pressed more buttons. The motors
whirred, and Alice hung from her wrists. More whirring, and her
feet were raised shoulder high and pulled apart until Alice felt
as if her hips would dislocate. The TV camera was staring right
at her exposed vulva.  The woman picked up a black strap and 
showed it to the camera. Then, like a striking snake, it whipped
down on Alice's upturned labia. Alice shrieked in pain. "Are
you going to cooperate?" Alice shook her head. Meanwhile, the
men removed her shoes. "Loser." the woman said to the camera.
"We play by the same rules as the Spanish Inquisition. Don't 
make 'em bleed or break 'em up to the point where they can't be
seen in public.  You like your honey's twat? That wispy blond
hair? I think we'll work on the twat a while, while you think
about when you will confess." She used the strap four more
times, leaving Alice blubbering and her labia bright red. One of
the men handed her a pan, and she showed it to the camera. "Hot
wax, loser." She poured the wax over Alice's mons and vulva,
while Alice gritted her teeth and tried not to scream. It was
hot, but not blistering hot. They waited a while, as the wax
cooled. Then Alice yelped, as the woman ripped the wax off,
taking all the pubic hair with it. "Isn't that pretty, loser? 
Like a little girl's. Alice, have you ever been eaten out?" 
Alice shook her head. "Well, surely you masturbate."

Again Alice shook her head. "My, loser, what an innocent
creature she is...was." The woman took a hose and played the
stream of water over Alice's naked labia. She aimed it at her
vagina, and Alice screamed as the water pressure distended her
very private place, where nothing bigger than a tampon had been 
before. Then she played the stream a little higher, letting the
water impinge on Alice's clitoral hood. "Ah, ah ,ah, oh, oh,
please stop! Oh, ahhh, please! Ah, nooo!" vocalized Alice, as
she jerked her legs and hips, trying to avoid the water.

The woman placed her hand on Alice's mount of Venus, now
hairless, and directed the stream between the labia so it ran
like a river down a canyon. No matter how much Alice thrashed
around, the end of the hose moved with her, and the water was
relentless. "Ah! Oh! Oh, no! Oh, God! Ahhh!" cried Alice, as she
 went limp and hung quietly.

"Well, loser, it seems she's a responsive little slut, don't you
think? Well, she's not here to have fun." The woman turned off
the water and held up for the camera a vaguely dildo shaped
device. "The old inquisitors called this the agony pear. See
how it works" She twisted the shaft, and the other end opened out
like the petals of an opening flower increasing in diameter
three or four times. "I could use my fist," she said,
collapsing the device, "but this is so high-tech. Last chance,
loser, to confess, before your virgin's cunt gets stretched."

"Noooo!" wailed Alice as the pear was pushed inside her. "Ahhh!"
she screamed as it expanded inside her, pressing a stream of
urine from her flattened bladder. "There, there, it doesn't hurt
that much, does it? You are just humiliated to know that your
lover is watching, aren't you, you cunt?" The woman pressed a
similar device into Alice's anus. Even lubricated, she had to
push hard, and Alice screamed. "Oh, come on. It's no bigger
than shit." When it was fully inserted, the woman expanded it. 
There was no way it would come out. Alice writhed with the
discomfort of two swollen things in her pelvis, one pressing the 
back of her pubic arch, and causing strange, unfamiliar
sensations in the G-spot she didn't know she had, while the other
was hard against her tail bone and seemingly locked against the
one in her vagina. She wondered if she wasn't being damaged,
internally. Would she bleed, when they came out? "Last chance 
for a while, Alice, to agree to cooperate. OK, you'll just have
to hope that loser of a lover of yours says he'll confess." The
woman pushed a third pear into Alice's mouth and expanded it
until Alice thought her jaw might break. She certainly couldn't
talk or breathe through her mouth, except for whistling gasps of 
air through the hollow core of the pear.

"Now, loser, comes the interesting part, what the inquisitors
called the water torment. We've improved on it a bit, in that
we can apply it at both ends."

The woman inserted a hose into the pear in Alice's rectum and
another into the pear in her mouth, forcing her to breath through
her nose. The hoses connected to water pumps, controlled by
buttons on the desk. A man grabbed Alice's hair and pulled her
head back. The woman pushed a button, and water filled Alice's 
mouth, cutting off her air! Desperately, Alice swallowed the
cold water, until she could gasp for air. By now, however, cold
water was flooding into her rectum.

She didn't have long to reflect on that, however, because she was
again choking on a mouth full of water, and it was all she could
do to swallow fast enough to breathe at all. Again and again the
water forced its way into her mouth, and she had to desperately
swallow or drown. Her stomach rebelled, threatening to vomit
the water back up her throat, where it would surely fill her
lungs and kill her! Every swallow was desperate, and painful. 
Her stomach was distended, her belly visibly bulging outward.

At last there was a respite, a few seconds when she could
breathe, though she couldn't breath deeply as her swollen stomach
forced her diaphragm upward, compressing her lungs. She was
suddenly aware of the awful pains in her abdomen. The cold
water from the other pump had forced its way higher and higher
in her colon, contributing to the swelling of her belly, the
disappearance of her waistline, it seemed. The cramping was
incredible. "Loser, are you watching how your little honey is
swelling up like a balloon? Plead guilty as charged, and we'll
stop." The water in her guts continued to gurgle on its way
toward her stomach, and the choking water in her mouth resumed
the torment of forced swallowing and gasping. Something went
wrong, and Alice felt the water entering her lungs, shortly
before she lost consciousness.

When she awoke, she was hanging upside down from her ankles, with
the sting of puke in her nasal passages. A mask and tracheal
tube forced air into her lungs. The pears in her vagina and
rectum had been removed, and the awful pain of stretched stomach
and intestines was relieved. "She's back among the living," said
the woman," as she removed the mask. "Are you willing to sign a
confession, how you and your lover conspired to assassinate the
President with a bomb?"

With a groan, Alice replied: "No." She could imagine what a
military tribunal would do to Juan if they had such a
confession. As she hung, upside down, the men put a sort of wide
belt or narrow waist cincher around her middle and tightened it
painfully until she again had to breathe with difficulty. The 
pressure forced the last of the fluid from her bowels; she could
feel the warm stuff dribbling down the crack of her ass and
dripping off her back. The men hooked her wrist cuffs to the
back of the belt, pulled her elbows together with some sort of
strap, and then lowered her to the hard, wet concrete floor. 
They hauled her to her feet and faced her toward the camera.

"Your bride to be is remarkably loyal, loser. She still won't
confess and implicate you. Of course. She's not the bride you
thought you were getting. It will be a while before her vagina
tightens up again, but so far she's still technically a virgin. 
You want her to stay that way, don't you? Think about it. You
are going to confess and plead guilty sooner or later. Shouldn't
you do it sooner, and spare her pain and suffering? While we
wait, we'll just prepare her for further interrogation."

The men brought out a platform on casters with a sort of short
vertical wall in the middle of it. They forced Alice to stand on
the platform and hooked her ankle cuffs to rings at the ends of
the wall, spreading her legs in a wide vee. Her arms, of course,
were immobile, behind her back. The woman placed clamps and
chains on Alice's nipples and used them to pull the tearful
victim forward.

Alice's knees bumped into the wall, and she had to bend at the
waist and double over as her stretched breasts were hauled down
by the chains, which were ultimately fastened on the far side of
the wall, roughly opposite her knees. That left Alice with her
rump uppermost. With her thighs so widely spread, her anus and
the puffy peach of her swollen labia, still red from their
beating earlier, were fully exposed. The men turned the
platform around so that the TV could get a good view, zooming in
for a close-up. Alice could see, if she raised her head, a 
monitor which pictured her most private parts.

"Hey, loser, do you know what these are?" The woman, wearing
gloves, held up a bunch of long, green plants which looked
something like marijuana in the wild. "These are stinging
nettles, better torture through chemistry. The stems, and to
some extent the leaves, are covered with tiny silica needles,
which are filled, under pressure, with a mixture of natural
chemicals, histamine, which causes swelling and itching, and
various neurotransmitters, which make the nerves much more
sensitive. That way, the pain is greater, but the bruising is
less. The needles, of course, can readily penetrate bare skin,
and they break off inside, injecting the chemicals where they do
the most harm, or good, from our point of view." She dragged
one of the stems between the labia and up the crack between the
buttocks. Alice screamed, as a bright pink rash appeared. 
"Ready to cooperate, loser?" Methodically, she lashed the
buttocks and inside the thighs, while Alice gritted her teeth and
tried to stifle her groans. Her skin burned and stung and
itched, all at the same time.

When the nettles were reduced to limp, smashed uselessness, the
woman displayed the reddened skin of her victim and then began to
beat the same areas, thighs and buttocks, with a long, whippy
riding crop, a cane covered with leather. Each methodical blow
left a red weal and evoked a cry of pain from Alice, who tried
to be stoic but could not contain her anguish. The woman did not
stop until the overlapping stripes made the entire area red. 
"Loser," she said, "your bride to be, if you still want her, is
really suffering on your behalf. Any time, she could have
stopped her suffering by denouncing you. Alice, have you
anything you would like to say to the man who has been watching
you suffer?" Alice shook her head, no.

"Well," said the woman, "if we beat her more, she'll be bruised
for days, and we don't want her showing off her bruises, do we? 
Which one is going to break first?" The woman produced two metal
rods, with silvery balls on one end and wires from the other. 
She held them up to the camera. "Here's a device the 
inquisition didn't have. It's very good for ruining a girl
without drawing blood." She inserted one ball into Alice's vagina
and the other popped through the well stretched anus. Then she
went to the desk and started pressing buttons.

"Ungh!" exclaimed Alice, as electricity coursed through the
muscles in the walls of her vagina and rectum, making them
contract more forcefully than they ever had before. Each
succeeding shock made Alice scream involuntarily, as the organs
of her pelvis contracted uncontrollably. The pain was
frightening, but, to Alice's surprise, the shocks triggered
orgasms, flooding her brain with endorphins and feelings of
pleasure. She stopped screaming and drifted into what is
sometimes called sub-space, a sort of transcendental condition
beyond pain.

Alice "woke up", aware that the shocks had stopped, but her
tortured muscles ached. "Last chance, loser, to marry a
virgin," said the woman. Just then, Alice felt a pressure on
her anus. The wall prevented her from seeing her rapist, until
she looked up at the television monitor. As her unresisting anus 
stretched, for the muscles were flaccid from fatigue after the
electrical torture, she felt a monstrous penis penetrating her
body, and she could watch it happening on the monitor. Really,
she was past caring. What more could they do to her?

Her rapist ejaculated into her bowels and pulled out, dripping
cum. The next man plunged his prod into her worn-out vagina,
which provided no resistance at all. Alice was hardly aware of
the internal friction, such as it was. The pressure of his balls
against her chemically tortured labia caused more pain. It
seemed to take a long time before the man dumped his load of
semen in her well fucked cunt. Two more men had their way with
her, humiliating her, making her wonder if Juan would ever want
her after she was used goods, but she could not find it painful
or pleasurable. They were just doing things to her body, and 
she was sort of detached, uncaring.

When the men were done, the woman raped her with a special
strap-on dildo, huge, with all sorts of projections on it. 
Somehow, that tickled her nettle-sensitized clitoris, and Alice
had a wild orgasm, actually losing consciousness. As she began
to regain her senses, she heard a phone ringing.

"Yes," said the woman, "he's cooperating, then." She turned to
Alice and lifted her head by pulling on her hair. "See, you
stupid slut, all that suffering and refusing to confess was for
nothing. We got what we want from him." She approached Alice
with a big needle and syringe and injected her. Alice lost
consciousness again.

Alice awoke, naked but covered by a sheet, on a bed in a grungy
room. Juan was there beside her. "Where are we?" she said.

"In Mexico. We're safe, but I don't think either one of use had
better return to the U.S., ever."

"I'm sorry, Juan. They were able to use me to make you confess."

"No, you were magnificent, my darling."

"I'm not a virgin anymore. Do you still want me?"

"Yes, of course, more than ever. As soon as we can, we'll get
married."

"How did we get here? Aren't they prosecuting you for terrorism?
 Trying to assassinate the President?"

"No. They never had a case, not without a confession."

"Then how is it we're free?"

"I figured it out, finally, when I realized they must have
planted the evidence themselves. Money talks, and, even in the
U.S., government agents can be bought. As soon as my attorney
delivered the cash, the case was dismissed and all the records
were destroyed. Well, almost all." Alice looked up at him
questioningly. "If I am ever tempted to get tired of you, my
love, or ever doubt how lucky I am to have you, I'll have this
to remind me." He held up a tape cassette labeled, "Alice under
torture."

                          -- The End --


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