Deadly Codes

Deadly Codes

Amanda slowly recovered consciousness. She took in her surroundings. She was in what like some abandoned factory or warehouse. The room was lit by some battery-powered lights which had been set off, turned to shine their light on her. She had no idea where she was. She did not even know if she was still in Langley, Virginia – or if she was in America. Her head still hurt from where she had been hit over the back of the head.

The blonde Amanda, CIA agent, was bound by leather strips to the metal framework of a chair. Or, rather, it would have been a chair if it had possessed a seat. Instead the seat had been removed. The many leather strips had Amanda in a seated position. Her captors had removed her outer clothes, leaving her just in her lacy black brassiere and panties. Her large breasts bulged in her push-up bra. Her tight panties clung to her shaven crotch. Amanda felt very vulnerable.

Standing facing Amanda were three people: two thuggish male agents, formerly of Serbia, long suspected of being agents for North Korea. The two males were nothing but rent-a-thugs, though. They were not behind the attempts to get into the CIA’s computers.

No, that had to be the woman standing in front of them. That was Angela Cassett – the beautiful Angela Cassett, with her massive tits and her caramel-coloured skin, and her wicked, seductive smile. It was now clear to Amanda that Cassett, her fellow CIA agent, was in fact a double agent, working for the North Koreans. It was she who had tried to get into the computers. But she didn’t have the correct codes.

“Hello, Amanda.” Angela purred, as the evil woman stared down at her captive. “I have always admired your body. Your tits are almost as big as mine. Now while don’t you save those luscious tits being damaged and tell us the codes to the Langley computers? You know that you will tell me eventually? They always do.”

“What, so that you can get the list of all American agents and contacts working in North Korea?” Amanda spat at her. “You can fuck off, you dirty little traitor. I would rather die than give you the codes. You won’t get anything out of me.”

“Oh, darling, you will beg me to kill you before I’m finished with you. But you will talk. People always break under torture, and nobody is coming to save you. Nobody knows where you are. Nobody is near. Nobody will hear your screams. And you will scream, I assure you, once I get started on you.”

Angela stepped forward, and caressed Amanda’s left breast through the lace bra. Her touch was soft, and Amanda would have been aroused under other circumstances. Amanda had heard that Angela was a very inventive bisexual lover, well able to bringing orgasms to both en and women. Amanda almost wished that she had slept with Angela. The offer had been there before now. But Amanda had turned her down. There had always seemed to be something a little off about Angela.

“You will wish that you had fucked me, Amanda.” Angela purred, as her fingers lingered on Amanda’s lace-encased breasts. “I would have given you pleasure such as you have never known. You would have screamed in pleasure. Now you will only scream in pain.”

“Fuck off, you traitor.” Amanda said, trying to sound brave, despite being terrified. It was highly likely that Angela was correct, and that nobody knew where she was. In fact, as she had been taken when starting at long weekend, nobody would even know that anything was wrong until she failed to turn up for work on Monday morning. That was two and a half days away. Could she hold out against torture for two and a half days? She would have to try. She had the codes. If she told them to Angela it would lead to the torturous deaths of dozens of good people. She couldn’t let that happen.

“Milos, bring the table over.” Angela said. The Serb dragged a large metal table over to where Amanda was bound. Amanda’s gaze fell on the implements on the table. They looked horrific: a very sharp knife, a battery-powered hand drill, cigarettes, skewers, a cat o’ nine tails with metal studs sewn into the ends, needles, pliers, pincers, metal probes, a hand-cranked electro-shock machine, matches, and a blowtorch.

“Alright, boys, she is no threat now, you can leave us.” The two Serbs looked very disappointed, but they walked away.

When Angela was sure that they had gone she surprised Amanda by getting undressed. Off came her tight jumper, revealing a white bra struggling to hold in her massive tits. Off came the bra, Angela’s tits swinging free. Amanda noted that the traitor’s nipples were erect, a full inch long, at the centre of chocolate brown, saucer-sized areolae. Off came Angela’s knee high brown leather boots. Off came the tight blue jeans, revealing a white G string stained with pussy juice. The G string came off next, revealing Angela’s shaven pussy. Her thick lips looked swollen, and they glistened.

“I like to work naked when I am torturing somebody.” Angela said, as she put her boots back on, so that her feet did not get cold from being on the concrete floor. “It is far more intimate, don’t you think? Also, it means that I don’t get blood on my clothes. And, believe me, there will be blood.”

“Fuck off, pervert.” Amanda said. It was all that she had to offer.

“But now you are the one who is overdressed.” Angela said. She picked up the knife. A few cuts and Amanda’s Victoria’s Secrets brassiere was reduced to nothing but scrap cloth. The panties followed, leaving Amanda nude, tied painfully to a chair with no seat.

“Last chance to talk.” Angela said. “If you give me the codes now I will use my tongue to bring you to a massive orgasm. I can assure you that it will be the best orgasm that you have ever had. And then I will let you go. I’m sure that my North Korean masters would love to have you work for them.”

“Drop dead.” Amanda said. She knew that Angela would not let her go. She couldn’t afford to. Amanda knew that she wasn’t getting out of this alive. Her best outcome? Expiring under torture without giving up the codes. It was all that she had to look forward to.

“Ah, how sad it is to mar such beauty.” Angela said. But it was clear that she didn’t think it sad at all. She was rubbing her crotch, and was clearly highly turned on by the prospect of torturing Amanda. “Now, what shall we start with? Well, let’s not destroy your body too soon. Let’s see how you fare under a little electricity. Unfortunately the electricity to this place has been cut off. So we will have to generate our own.”

Angela got out two large probes, both with wires leading to the electro-shock machine. She slathered them with conductive gel, which would also serve for lubrication. One of the metal dildoes was forced into Amanda’s tight anus. Angela pushed until all eight inches of the steel probe was buried inside her. The other steel dildo was forced up Amanda’s cunt.

“Why, that slid in rather easily.” Angela remarked. “I do declare that you are turned on, you kinky bitch.”

A mortified Amanda realised that this was true. She had engaged in consensual BDSM activities in the past, and her body was aroused, even at the prospect of torture way beyond her limits. She hated Angela even more – and her own body for betraying her.

“Well, well, well.” Angela said. “Let’s see what we can do about that.”

Angela reached under the chair, and began to finger Amanda’s labia. Then there was a slow turn of the crank, sending electricity into Amanda’s pussy and anus, shocks going from one probe to the next. A caress, a slow crank, another caress, and so on. Amanda moaned as she slowly, very slowly, neared orgasm, pain and pleasure combined in her. This double agent was about to make her cum!

But, just when Amanda was nearing what would have been a shattering orgasm, Angela suddenly cranked the electro-shock machine with as much speed as she could, on and on, until Angela’s arm was too tired to crank any more. Amanda screamed as her orgasm was killed off, as agonising electricity coursed through her.

“No orgasm until you give me the codes.” Angela said. “Unless you give me the codes you will not get to cum again. But you scream so sexily. Give me the codes now and I will let you live. I will take you back to my place so you can be my pussy-sucking painslut. I would love to have you suck on my pussy while I put a hundred volts through your pussy and ass.”

“Go fuck yourself.” Amanda gasped. That electricity had been a lot more painful than she had feared. But she was determined not to break. She would not give Angela the satisfaction.

“Oh, look how red and swollen your clit has become.” Angela said. “I do believe that it wants some attention.

Angela pulled the metal plugs out of Amanda. They came out with an audible plop. The vaginal one was coated not only with the conductive gel, but also Amanda’s juices. She had been so close!

Angela changed the attachments. On the red wire there was now a stubby metal sound. On the black wire there was a sharp-toothed alligator clamp. Angela held the clamp open, and held its open jaws around Amanda’s swollen clit.

“Ready or not, hear it comes!” Angela did not slowly close the clamp, but let it snap shut. Amanda screamed and almost broke the chair, such was the agony of having it bite into her clit. It almost felt as though her clit had been bitten off.

“Aw, did that hurt?” Angela said, in fake sympathy. Angela had no compassion, not for anybody. It was what made her such a good torturer.

As Amanda moaned Angela coated the metal sound with the conductive gel. Angela spread Amanda’s labia, and forced it into Amanda’s urethra. The sound, although not very long, was thick, and it painfully stretched Amanda’s pisshole. It was the first thing that she had ever had in there.

“Prepare for agony.” Angela said. Her eyes were bright, and the naked woman was very turned on. Amanda might not be allowed any orgasms, but Angela had already had a mini-orgasm, when she had blasted electricity into Amanda’s cunt. Angela was to have several more orgasms as she tortured her unfortunate victim.

Angela started slowly, turning the clamp, as Amanda stiffened in pain. It felt as though she had something red hot in her pisshole. But the pain only got worse, as the handle of the crank was turned faster and faster, faster and faster. Amanda threw her head back and howled.

On and on the agony went, Angela trying to ignore the tiredness in her arm, switching from her right arm to her left so that she could keep the current going. In the end Angela only stopped to bury her fingers in her sopping cunt, as she came a second time.

“So, how was it for you?” Angela asked. “I’m having a great time.”

“Fuck off, you evil bitch.”

Angela removed the clip from Amanda’s clit – the removal of witch caused another moan of pain – and pulled out the sound. It was time to try something else. Angela cast her eyes over the array of torture implements.

“So far you have not suffered any permanent damage.” Angela said. “But, soon, that might change. Anything to say?”

“Yeah, fuck off.”

Angela sighed, and picked up the cat o’ nine tails. Her arms were tired. But there was no rest for the wicked, as they say.

Angela started on Amanda’s spectacular tits. Angela swung that cat with all her might, pausing between the blows so that the CIA agent could savour the pain, and look down at the damage done to her breasts. The metal ends cut into the flesh, making marks with every impact. Soon Amanda’s breasts were not only red, but looked as though some tiny creature had nibbled on the skin. Somehow Amanda managed not to scream.

Angela changed targets, and began flicking the strands up under the chair, so that the little metal ends would bite at Amanda’s defenceless labia. That got a few screams. Angela continued whipping Amanda’s cunt until it began to drip blood. Angela was sure that the agent had to be nearing breaking point. Angela threw the whip aside.

“Ready to talk?” Angela asked.

“Fuck… you…” Amanda gasped, through her agony.

Angela smiled. She was happy that Amanda was holding out. It was time to get nasty. She picked up one of six sharp metal skewers. She approached Amanda, and grabbed one of Amanda’s bleeding breasts.

Amanda did not say anything. She simply gritted her teeth against what she knew was coming next.

“You know, Jodi screams sexier than you.” Angela said, a skewer in a hand, the end just touching the skin of the grabbed breast.

“What?” Jodi was Amanda’s sometime lesbian lover. Jodi was long, straight dark hair. She was very slender. She was a college student, and was only nineteen years old. In terms of bondage and domination she was a submissive, whereas Amanda was a switch.

“Yes, I picked her up first thing this morning.” Angela said. “I had loads of fun burning her breasts with a cigarette. She screams so sweetly, it made me cum. And she begged even better. She said she would do anything if I stopped torturing her. So I decided to make her my permanent slave – although I’m not sure how permanent “permanent” is. I fear that she will not last forever with all of the tortures I’ve got planned for her. You see, everything which I’m doing to you I intend to do to Jodi. It is only a matter of time. But I hope to manage to keep her alive for at least a few months. I look forward to many happy days with my cunt on her mouth while I torture her body.”

“Leave Jodi out of this.” Amanda gasped. “She has nothing to do with the codes.”

“Oh, I know that, but she has to do with you.” Angela said, evilly. “She screamed for you when I put out a cigarette on her nipple. But soon she will be screaming my name. I intend to get a lot of orgasms from her tongue. But I don’t think that Jodi will be getting any more, no matter how long she might survive under torture. I mean, she doesn’t need a clit to make me cum, does she? So I think that, in the days to come, I will slowly torture her clit to destruction. I will take her clit. Then I will take her nipples. Eventually I will take her fingers and toes. Then I will saw off her arms and legs. Finally I will take her eyes. She has such pretty brown eyes. Although I like to see tears coming out of them, I think that they will look nice pickled in a jar. And as I reduce her to a cunt and breasts to be tortured, I will remind her, with every torture, that this is your fault – if you don’t give the codes to me. So what about it, Amanda? Give me the codes and I will let Jodi go.”

Amanda shook her head. She knew that Angela was lying. Jodi already knew too much. The traitor could not afford to let Jodi go. Amanda’s lover was as good as dead.

“So be it.”

Angela thrust the skewer slowly through Amanda’s fulsome breast, as Amanda screamed. Angela kept thrusting until the end of the skewer emerged from the other side of Amanda’s breast. But Angela did not stop with one skewer. Three skewers were forced through each breast, in a star shape, through the thicket part of the breast, close to Amanda’s ribs. Amanda was now sweating profusely from the pain, despite it not being that warm in the abandoned warehouse.

“Jodi’s breasts are a lot smaller than yours, but I think that I will be able to easily get three in each.” Angela remarked, looking down at the tortured agent.”

“Bitch.”

“Oh, yes, very much so. I think it is now time for a few needles.”

Angela turned on the blowtorch. It had a bright blue flame. Amanda stared at the flame, wondering what it would feel like on her skin. But that was not her fate – yet. Instead Angela broke out a piercing needle. Holding it by the plastic end she held the metal point in the blue flame until the metal glowed red.

Amanda watched as the glowing needle approached her left breast. The tip touched, causing a tiny black burn. Then the needle was pushed into her breast. The needle was so hot that there was hardly any resistance from Amanda’s tortured flesh. Amanda sighed and screamed with each needle, as needle after needle was forced into her breasts.

“Do you think that Jodi will make such sounds when I use the needles on her?” Angela asked. Of course I will have time to do it over and over again…”

Angela began forcing needles into Amanda’s areolae, creating a circle of burning pain around Amanda’s nipples.

“Do you kiss Jodi’s nipples?” Angela asked. “Think of what they will look like after the kiss of red hot needles.”

As Angela spoke she forced the penultimate needle down through Amanda’s left needle, the burning needle passing through her milk ducts.

“They will never be the same again. Do you want this pain for Jodi? Tell me the codes and I will stop. Tell me the codes and I will give you a quick death. I have a garrotte – no bullet, I’m afraid. I will use that on you, watching as I cut off your breath, and your eyes bulge as you gasp for air which will not come. But keep quiet and everything I use on you I will use on Jodi.”

Amanda kept quiet. She could not betray all of those agents in North Korea, not even her lover. Angela finished with the needles, forcing one into each nipple.

Angela paused. The naked torturer lit a cigarette and smoked it, as she walked around Amanda’s torture body, looking with lust at the tortured victim. The she knelt down so that she had access to Amanda’s naked and defenceless groin.

Hisss! Amanda screamed as the red tip of the cigarette touched the sweaty flesh of a labium. Again and again the cigarette was applied to Amanda’s cunt lips. Angela smiled evilly as she spread those lips with one hand so that she could burn the inside of Amanda’s cunt. Angela made sure that the cigarette did not go out, so that she could burn every bit of the walls of Amanda’s cunt that could be reached.

“Imagine me turning Jodi’s cunt into an ashtray.” Angela said, her eyes bright, as she smoked the cigarette with one hand, caressing herself with the other. “And I will, you know. I will have her beg to bun her pussy until the flesh is all just one black burn. And her little tongue will make me cum while I’m doing so.

“You know she hates you? When I took her I told her that you sold her to me, and that all of her pain is because of you? What do you think of that?”

Amanda did not answer. She was running out of defiance.

“Time to get serious.” Angela said. She reached out with the burning cigarette, extinguishing it on Amanda’s clit. Amanda managed yet another heart-wrenching scream as the heart of her femininity was burned.

Angela removed the needles, not out of any mercy, but because she wanted to use them elsewhere. The needles were heated again, and inserted under Amanda’s fingernails, one at a time. Amanda found new reserves of sound to scream out her agony.

Then Angela picked up the pliers. She had to get the codes before they changed them. No more pussyfooting around. She ripped off Amanda’s pretty fingernails, one at a time. More screams, but no codes. Amanda was still somehow holding out. Angela had to admire her mental strength – and her stupidity.

Amanda did not even break when Angela use the hand drill to drill into the agent’s kneecaps, sending blood spurting onto Angela’s naked body.

Amanda’s clit was crushed flat by the pliers. Still she did not break.

Angela snipped off Amanda’s nipples and clit with the pliers, neutering her. Then Angela slowly cut off Amanda’s fingers and toes, one joint at a time. She used the blowtorch to stop Amanda bleeding to death. Amanda could not be allowed to die until she had given up the codes. But Amanda kept falling unconscious, not able to stand the pain which was being inflicted on her ruined body.

Angela glanced at the knife, wondering whether she should cut off Amanda’s breasts next. Angela had always wanted to cut off a large pair of breasts like Amanda’s. The Korean women she had tortured had all had small tits. But she was worried that Amanda would die of blood loss before she got the codes. The breasts could wait.

Angela lit another cigarette. She pulled back Amanda’s left eyelid. Slowly, very slowly, the red hot tip of the cigarette neared Amanda’s eye.

Amanda had always had a phobia of anything to do with eyes.

“I’ll talk! I’ll talk!” she screamed.

Angela phoned through the codes. That was it. The interrogation was complete. She had all the information which she needed.

“You can kill me now.” said the broken Amanda. Jodi had been captured to be this sadist’s torture toy. And Amanda had just condemned dozens of people to death by torture at the hands of the North Korean authorities. It was over.

“Kill you?” Angela asked, as she out her mobile down. “I’m not killing you yet. There’s hours left, and I still want to cut your tits off. But, first, I REALLY want to see what happens when a hot cigarette meets an eyeball.”

As Angela’s fingers peeled back the eyelid once more Amanda’s scream echoed through the empty warehouse…

The end.