Condemned to Slavery by Bruce McLachlan Read Free Book Online Page B

she began, shaking her head weakly from side to side.
    The bag dropped back down and stifled her words, dragging her head back and making her squirm in animal panic. Holding on with one hand, the torturer grabbed the prod and jammed it into the base of her spine, the resulting scream causing the bag to billow out for a brief moment with her acute exhale. The attack stripped her of her reservoir of air and brought asphyxiation closer in leaping bounds.
    On the verge of blackout she was released, her semi-comatose state making the fight to recover all the more trying this time for she could only wheeze and suck in small gulps to recuperate.
    “Tell us what we want to know and this will all be over,” offered the voice, and as she failed to respond, a backhand swing carried a harsh slap into her face, the severity jerking her aside and toppling the chair.
    With a crash she landed on the floor, still attached to the felled furniture.
    Hands began to unfasten the bonds but as she came free her arms were re-secured to a ring in the floor, the restraints being locked to deny her any chance to claw her way to freedom. Her ankles were dragged forward before her lethargic body acquired enough power to resist and they too were attached to the ring, leaving her extremities anchored to this one spot by steel shackles.
    Stepping back, the torturer snatched a belt from within the darkness. The thick leather band bore a metal hoop that had been riveted in the center and had rope tied to it, the woven coils snaking off into the darkness from where the garment had been taken. The belt was buckled tightly about her waist and the rope drawn out and threaded through what could only have been a hook in the ceiling.
    Taking up the slack, the man wound the strand about his palm and began to haul her up. The yank at her waist made Lydia grimace, her torso being tugged into the air, the loop at her back carrying her up in jolts until her legs and arms were stretched down beneath her.
    With her limbs gathered into a bundle by the ring in the floor she was racked by the suspending belt, dangling helplessly as her oppressor tied the rope off, leaving her hopelessly trapped.
    “We could end this right now if you would tell us?”
    With her most vulnerable parts so obviously exposed, she could face no more attention and concocted a name and some spurious data. The near incoherent information was ignored, deemed a figment of imagination to hide the truth. They knew the answer and the chances of her guessing it were too remote to even contemplate, and should she try, the wrong answers would only irk them more.
    The prod grazed her flank, making her spasm with a brief shock. A touch to her thigh caused a greater response and the contusions upon her ankles and wrists began to ache again from her sudden struggle, the testing response proving that she was securely bound.
    As the cold tip of the prod slipped between her buttocks, the metal rolled back and forth, moistening itself with her own sweat. Lydia detected their intentions and yelled in denial of the violation, clenching with all her might to try and prevent it.
    With a brutal shove it opened her anus and dove within on jerking jolts, sheathing its caustic tip in her tracts. As she hung there, the hard shaft holding her open, her penetrated rear clutching and seeking to expel the intruder, she begged for mercy, knowing that the activation of the prod would now cause her infinitely more havoc.
    “Then tell us the name.” was the only response.
    Lydia paused to try and concoct a plausible one but then the prod leapt into merciless life. Wailing, she sought to haul herself free of the object, but only succeeded in riding upon the shaft and distributing its fulgent touch freely about her tracts, her very soul aflame from such internal wrath. Her neck stretched forward, her maw wide as she illustrated her anguish with a keening screech, her hands flung open into tensed claws.
    With a twist and a yank the