{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"46950a0e-d759-49e6-b02e-76a8784407a1","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-07-03T14:15:02.379Z","title":"Deadly Codes","slug":"deadly-codes","shortId":"UkmUjGxy","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A nasty torture story with no redeeming values. A CIA traitor tortures another CIA agent for codes which will reveal agents in North Korea. Snuff is implied but does not take place in the story.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"2eb4f2a3-a869-4ae1-b3b3-1b5f8d4f2156","title":null,"summary":"\nDeadly Codes\n\n\nAmanda slowly recovered\nconsciousness. She took in her surroundings. She was in what","wordCount":3396,"readTime":17,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

\nDeadly Codes

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

\n\tThe blonde Amanda, CIA agent,\nwas bound by leather strips to the metal framework of a chair. Or,\nrather, it would have been a chair if it had possessed a seat.\nInstead the seat had been removed. The many leather strips had Amanda\nin a seated position. Her captors had removed her outer clothes,\nleaving her just in her lacy black brassiere and panties. Her large\nbreasts bulged in her push-up bra. Her tight panties clung to her\nshaven crotch. Amanda felt very vulnerable. \n

\n\tStanding facing Amanda were\nthree people: two thuggish male agents, formerly of Serbia, long\nsuspected of being agents for North Korea. The two males were nothing\nbut rent-a-thugs, though. They were not behind the attempts to get\ninto the CIA’s computers. \n

\n\tNo, that had to be the woman\nstanding in front of them. That was Angela Cassett – the beautiful\nAngela Cassett, with her massive tits and her caramel-coloured skin,\nand her wicked, seductive smile. It was now clear to Amanda that\nCassett, her fellow CIA agent, was in fact a double agent, working\nfor the North Koreans. It was she who had tried to get into the\ncomputers. But she didn’t have the correct codes. \n

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

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

\n\t“Oh, darling, you will beg\nme to kill you before I’m finished with you. But you will talk.\nPeople always break under torture, and nobody is coming to save you.\nNobody knows where you are. Nobody is near. Nobody will hear your\nscreams. And you will scream, I assure you, once I get started on\nyou.”

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

\n\t“You will wish that you had\nfucked me, Amanda.” Angela purred, as her fingers lingered on\nAmanda’s lace-encased breasts. “I would have given you pleasure\nsuch as you have never known. You would have screamed in pleasure.\nNow you will only scream in pain.”

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

\n\t“Milos, bring the table\nover.” Angela said. The Serb dragged a large metal table over to\nwhere Amanda was bound. Amanda’s gaze fell on the implements on the\ntable. They looked horrific: a very sharp knife, a battery-powered\nhand drill, cigarettes, skewers, a cat o’ nine tails with metal\nstuds sewn into the ends, needles, pliers, pincers, metal probes, a\nhand-cranked electro-shock machine, matches, and a blowtorch.

\n\t“Alright, boys, she is no\nthreat now, you can leave us.” The two Serbs looked very\ndisappointed, but they walked away. \n

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

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

\n\t“Fuck off, pervert.”\nAmanda said. It was all that she had to offer.

\n\t“But now you are the one\nwho is overdressed.” Angela said. She picked up the knife. A few\ncuts and Amanda’s Victoria’s Secrets brassiere was reduced to\nnothing but scrap cloth. The panties followed, leaving Amanda nude,\ntied painfully to a chair with no seat.

\n\t“Last chance to talk.”\nAngela said. “If you give me the codes now I will use my tongue to\nbring you to a massive orgasm. I can assure you that it will be the\nbest orgasm that you have ever had. And then I will let you go. I’m\nsure that my North Korean masters would love to have you work for\nthem.”

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

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

\n\tAngela got out two large\nprobes, both with wires leading to the electro-shock machine. She\nslathered them with conductive gel, which would also serve for\nlubrication. One of the metal dildoes was forced into Amanda’s\ntight anus. Angela pushed until all eight inches of the steel probe\nwas buried inside her. The other steel dildo was forced up Amanda’s\ncunt.

\n\t“Why, that slid in rather\neasily.” Angela remarked. “I do declare that you are turned on,\nyou kinky bitch.”

\n\tA mortified Amanda realised\nthat this was true. She had engaged in consensual BDSM activities in\nthe past, and her body was aroused, even at the prospect of torture\nway beyond her limits. She hated Angela even more – and her own\nbody for betraying her.

\n\t“Well, well, well.”\nAngela said. “Let’s see what we can do about that.” \n

\n\tAngela reached under the\nchair, and began to finger Amanda’s labia. Then there was a slow\nturn of the crank, sending electricity into Amanda’s pussy and\nanus, shocks going from one probe to the next. A caress, a slow\ncrank, another caress, and so on. Amanda moaned as she slowly, very\nslowly, neared orgasm, pain and pleasure combined in her. This double\nagent was about to make her cum!

\n\tBut, just when Amanda was\nnearing what would have been a shattering orgasm, Angela suddenly\ncranked the electro-shock machine with as much speed as she could, on\nand on, until Angela’s arm was too tired to crank any more. Amanda\nscreamed as her orgasm was killed off, as agonising electricity\ncoursed through her. \n

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

\n\t“Go fuck yourself.”\nAmanda gasped. That electricity had been a lot more painful than she\nhad feared. But she was determined not to break. She would not give\nAngela the satisfaction.

\n\t“Oh, look how red and\nswollen your clit has become.” Angela said. “I do believe that it\nwants some attention.

\n\tAngela pulled the metal plugs\nout of Amanda. They came out with an audible plop. The vaginal one\nwas coated not only with the conductive gel, but also Amanda’s\njuices. She had been so close!

\n\tAngela changed the\nattachments. On the red wire there was now a stubby metal sound. On\nthe black wire there was a sharp-toothed alligator clamp. Angela held\nthe clamp open, and held its open jaws around Amanda’s swollen\nclit.

\n\t“Ready or not, hear it\ncomes!” Angela did not slowly close the clamp, but let it snap\nshut. Amanda screamed and almost broke the chair, such was the agony\nof having it bite into her clit. It almost felt as though her clit\nhad been bitten off.

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

\n\tAs Amanda moaned Angela\ncoated the metal sound with the conductive gel. Angela spread\nAmanda’s labia, and forced it into Amanda’s urethra. The sound,\nalthough not very long, was thick, and it painfully stretched\nAmanda’s pisshole. It was the first thing that she had ever had in\nthere. \n

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

\n\tAngela started slowly,\nturning the clamp, as Amanda stiffened in pain. It felt as though she\nhad something red hot in her pisshole. But the pain only got worse,\nas the handle of the crank was turned faster and faster, faster and\nfaster. Amanda threw her head back and howled. \n

\n\tOn and on the agony went,\nAngela trying to ignore the tiredness in her arm, switching from her\nright arm to her left so that she could keep the current going. In\nthe end Angela only stopped to bury her fingers in her sopping cunt,\nas she came a second time.

\n\t“So, how was it for you?”\nAngela asked. “I’m having a great time.”

\n\t“Fuck off, you evil bitch.”

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

\n\t“So far you have not\nsuffered any permanent damage.” Angela said. “But, soon, that\nmight change. Anything to say?”

\n\t“Yeah, fuck off.”

\n\tAngela sighed, and picked up\nthe cat o’ nine tails. Her arms were tired. But there was no rest\nfor the wicked, as they say. \n

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

\n\tAngela changed targets, and\nbegan flicking the strands up under the chair, so that the little\nmetal ends would bite at Amanda’s defenceless labia. That got a few\nscreams. Angela continued whipping Amanda’s cunt until it began to\ndrip blood. Angela was sure that the agent had to be nearing breaking\npoint. Angela threw the whip aside.

\n\t“Ready to talk?” Angela\nasked.

\n\t“Fuck… you…” Amanda\ngasped, through her agony.

\n\tAngela smiled. She was happy\nthat Amanda was holding out. It was time to get nasty. She picked up\none of six sharp metal skewers. She approached Amanda, and grabbed\none of Amanda’s bleeding breasts.

\n\tAmanda did not say anything.\nShe simply gritted her teeth against what she knew was coming next. \n

\n\t“You know, Jodi screams\nsexier than you.” Angela said, a skewer in a hand, the end just\ntouching the skin of the grabbed breast.

\n\t“What?” Jodi was Amanda’s\nsometime lesbian lover. Jodi was long, straight dark hair. She was\nvery slender. She was a college student, and was only nineteen years\nold. In terms of bondage and domination she was a submissive, whereas\nAmanda was a switch.

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

\n\t“Leave Jodi out of this.”\nAmanda gasped. “She has nothing to do with the codes.”

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

\n\tAmanda shook her head. She\nknew that Angela was lying. Jodi already knew too much. The traitor\ncould not afford to let Jodi go. Amanda’s lover was as good as\ndead.

\n\t“So be it.”

\n\tAngela thrust the skewer\nslowly through Amanda’s fulsome breast, as Amanda screamed. Angela\nkept thrusting until the end of the skewer emerged from the other\nside of Amanda’s breast. But Angela did not stop with one skewer.\nThree skewers were forced through each breast, in a star shape,\nthrough the thicket part of the breast, close to Amanda’s ribs.\nAmanda was now sweating profusely from the pain, despite it not being\nthat warm in the abandoned warehouse.

\n\t“Jodi’s breasts are a lot\nsmaller than yours, but I think that I will be able to easily get\nthree in each.” Angela remarked, looking down at the tortured\nagent.”

\n\t“Bitch.”

\n\t“Oh, yes, very much so. I\nthink it is now time for a few needles.”

\n\tAngela turned on the\nblowtorch. It had a bright blue flame. Amanda stared at the flame,\nwondering what it would feel like on her skin. But that was not her\nfate – yet. Instead Angela broke out a piercing needle. Holding it\nby the plastic end she held the metal point in the blue flame until\nthe metal glowed red. \n

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

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

\n\tAngela began forcing needles\ninto Amanda’s areolae, creating a circle of burning pain around\nAmanda’s nipples.

\n\t“Do you kiss Jodi’s\nnipples?” Angela asked. “Think of what they will look like after\nthe kiss of red hot needles.”

\n\tAs Angela spoke she forced\nthe penultimate needle down through Amanda’s left needle, the\nburning needle passing through her milk ducts. \n

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

\n\tAmanda kept quiet. She could\nnot betray all of those agents in North Korea, not even her lover.\nAngela finished with the needles, forcing one into each nipple. \n

\n\tAngela paused. The naked\ntorturer lit a cigarette and smoked it, as she walked around Amanda’s\ntorture body, looking with lust at the tortured victim. The she knelt\ndown so that she had access to Amanda’s naked and defenceless\ngroin.

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

\n\t“Imagine me turning Jodi’s\ncunt into an ashtray.” Angela said, her eyes bright, as she smoked\nthe cigarette with one hand, caressing herself with the other. “And\nI will, you know. I will have her beg to bun her pussy until the\nflesh is all just one black burn. And her little tongue will make me\ncum while I’m doing so. \n

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

\n\tAmanda did not answer. She\nwas running out of defiance.

\n\t“Time to get serious.”\nAngela said. She reached out with the burning cigarette,\nextinguishing it on Amanda’s clit. Amanda managed yet another\nheart-wrenching scream as the heart of her femininity was burned.

\n\tAngela removed the needles,\nnot out of any mercy, but because she wanted to use them elsewhere.\nThe needles were heated again, and inserted under Amanda’s\nfingernails, one at a time. Amanda found new reserves of sound to\nscream out her agony.

\n\tThen Angela picked up the\npliers. She had to get the codes before they changed them. No more\npussyfooting around. She ripped off Amanda’s pretty fingernails,\none at a time. More screams, but no codes. Amanda was still somehow\nholding out. Angela had to admire her mental strength – and her\nstupidity.

\n\tAmanda did not even break\nwhen Angela use the hand drill to drill into the agent’s kneecaps,\nsending blood spurting onto Angela’s naked body.

\n\tAmanda’s clit was crushed\nflat by the pliers. Still she did not break. \n

\n\tAngela snipped off Amanda’s\nnipples and clit with the pliers, neutering her. Then Angela slowly\ncut off Amanda’s fingers and toes, one joint at a time. She used\nthe blowtorch to stop Amanda bleeding to death. Amanda could not be\nallowed to die until she had given up the codes. But Amanda kept\nfalling unconscious, not able to stand the pain which was being\ninflicted on her ruined body. \n

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

\n\tAngela lit another cigarette.\nShe pulled back Amanda’s left eyelid. Slowly, very slowly, the red\nhot tip of the cigarette neared Amanda’s eye. \n

\n\tAmanda had always had a\nphobia of anything to do with eyes.

\n\t“I’ll talk! I’ll talk!”\nshe screamed.

\n\tAngela phoned through the\ncodes. That was it. The interrogation was complete. She had all the\ninformation which she needed.

\n\t“You can kill me now.”\nsaid the broken Amanda. Jodi had been captured to be this sadist’s\ntorture toy. And Amanda had just condemned dozens of people to death\nby torture at the hands of the North Korean authorities. It was over.

\n\t“Kill you?” Angela asked,\nas she out her mobile down. “I’m not killing you yet. There’s\nhours left, and I still want to cut your tits off. But, first, I\nREALLY want to see what happens when a hot cigarette meets an\neyeball.”

\n\tAs Angela’s fingers peeled\nback the eyelid once more Amanda’s scream echoed through the empty\nwarehouse…

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