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\nHalima

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\nHalima features in four\nstories by Cortez: Leila’s Interrogation; Making Yasmin Talk;\nRania’s Agony; and Special Treatment.

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\nHalima

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\nIt was another hot day in a\ncertain petro-state. The sun beat down on skyscrapers built with oil\ndollars, on a country once an insignificant part of the Arabian\npeninsula. This place was no bidding democracy, but an autocracy\nruled with an iron fist, that did not need to be covered in velvet.\nIt was a place of gross human rights violations. But, as long as the\noil kept flowing, the world kept looking the other way, ignoring the\nworst excesses of Internal Security. \n

\n\tFor more than twenty years,\nnow, Halima had worked for Internal Security, mainly as a torturer –\nand a very effective one. But days ago she had suffered a promotion,\nto head of Internal Security, following the assassination of the\nvenerable Major Katabi. Halima had been tasked with finding the\nconspirators, and no agony was to be spared in so doing. It had been\nmade clear to Halima that failure would not be allowed. Either she\nfound out the conspirators, or it would be her head on the block –\nand literally, not figuratively. Per capita more people were executed\nin this desert realm than anywhere else in the world, and all of\nthose executions were public. Justice needed to be seen to be done.

\n\tHalima got up that morning\nlooking forward to the day ahead, despite the pressure on her to be\nsuccessful. She did not hurry to the Internal Security headquarters,\nbut had a breakfast of fruit and black coffee. She enjoyed her life.\nPerhaps, one day, the regime would be overthrown, and she would get\nher comeuppance. But, until then, she was determined to enjoy her\nlife.

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\nAfter she had broken her fast\nshe made sure that she looked prim and proper, with a black scarf\ncovering her black hair, and her still-beautiful body covered up in\nan amorphous black thing. She was not particularly devout. As Muslims\nwent, she was not a good person. But there were those who paid\nattention to such things, and it was wise to fit in, at least on the\nsurface. Halima walked to work, just one more woman in a crowd. It\nwas easier than taking her car, and checking underneath for a car\nbomb. There were many who would like to see her join Katabi in the\nnext world.

\n\tThe Internal Security\nHeadquarters was a much feared place. It was an ugly, squat, concrete\nbuilding, with no windows. It was a product of the worst excesses of\nthe Brutalist school of architecture, if the word architecture could\nbe applied to the ugly thing. Half of the building extended down into\nthe ground. That was where interrogations took place. No sound could\nescape to the outside world from those subterranean chambers. But the\nrooms were not sound-proofed. That meant that people waiting to be\ninterrogated could hear the screams of those undergoing torture. The\npsychology – the terror – of torture was as important as the\npain, in breaking a person.

\n\tHalima loved her work. Just\nthe other week she had tortured a man suspected of being an Israeli\nspy. And he had admitted to being one, in the end. He had been taken\nout and guillotined, his death shown to the public. But anybody could\nbreak under torture, if you knew what you were doing. Halima, in\nbreaking this man, had performed a very slow, and very painful,\nvivisection of his genitalia. She had had it all filmed. It would be\nsomething to show to other male suspects before their interrogation.\nIt would help break them. \n

\n\tHalima had noted that many of\nthe male guards did not like handling male genitalia. They were happy\nto rape and brutalise female suspects. But they did not like touching\nthe penises and testicles of other males. Halima had no such\ndistaste. She was happy to torture either sex. But at least, in using\na scalpel to cut away that man’s penis slice by slice, she had\ninspired fear in those guards under her. After seeing that – and\nthe film showcasing it – none of them would ever dare get on the\nwrong side of their new boss.

\n\tToday Halima had two suspects\nto interrogate. They were a pair of British nuns who had been picked\nup at the airport, purportedly trying to flee the country. According\nto initial reports the nuns had been trying to spread Christianity,\nconverting Muslims. That, in itself, was against both the Qu’ran\nand the statutes of this petro-state. But they had also, allegedly,\nbeen seeking to foster democracy. That made them dangerous\nrevolutionaries.

\n\tAt least they weren’t\nAmericans. It might have been problematic had they been American\nnuns. But Britain was weak. They would complain about what would be\ndone to these two nuns. But they would not stop buying the oil,\ndespite all of their government’s claims about going green. \n

\n\tHalima had given strict\ninstructions on how the nuns were to be treated. The nuns were not to\nbe assaulted or raped – not yet, at least. No, they were to be\nstrung up in Interrogation Room 9, still in their habits. They were\nto hang by manacles around their wrists, with their toes not quite\nreaching the floor. They were to be given water but no food. The\nwater was necessary as Halima had ordered that he heating in the room\nbe turned up to maximum, and the nuns would need water to replace the\nliquids which they would sweat out.

\n\tThe lights were to be on\nmaximum all night, and Interrogation Room 9 had been equipped with\nthe brightest lights. And a white sound generator was to be taken\ninto the room, the sound cranked up to maximum. The result would be\nthat the nuns would get no rest that night. They would be disoriented\nand in agony from their arms. They would be a lot easier to break.\nThey would be tortured until they admitted to being connected to the\nplot to kill Katabi. And they would be tortured until they gave out\nthe names of their co-conspirators. \n

\n\tToday Halima would be\nassisted by one of the few female guards, a young woman called\nAyesha. Halima suspected that Ayesha, given time, could be a very\neffective interrogator. Unlike the other guards, when she had been\nshown the video of Halima slowly, ever so slowly, cutting away that\nman’s genitalia she had not looked away in disgust. In fact she had\nmoved closer to the screen, so that she would not miss anything when\nHalima cut open the man’s scrotum and began working on his\nunprotected testicles. She was Halima’s kind of woman.

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\nThere was an antechamber to\nInterrogation Room 9. Halima could get changed in there without any\nof the other guards seeing anything. The room was equipped with\neverything necessary for relaxation, between bouts of torturing\nenemies of the state. In a locker in the room was the clothing which\nHalima often liked to wear when she could. \n

\n\tShe changed into this\napparel, taking off the clothes which she had warn on the way to the\nheadquarters. Her only items, now, was a pair of pumps, and a\ndiaphanous robe which covered Halima’s body, but left very little\nto the imagination. It was almost sheer, and Halima’s nipples could\nclearly be seen as they dented the fine fabric. Halima was already\naroused, at the thoughts of the torture which she was going to\ninflict on those two stupid nuns. Halima was very effective in\ntorturing men. But she much preferred to cause agony to attractive\nyoung women – especially if they were Westerners.

\n\tHalima pressed the intercom\nin the antechamber. She summoned Ayesha up to the antechamber. Halima\nhoped that the rumours which she had heard about Ayesha’s sexuality\nwere true. \n

\n\tA few minutes later Ayesha\nentered the antechamber. Her eyes showed surprise in seeing her\ncommanding officer wearing next to nothing. But she said nothing.

\n\tAyesha was wearing the drab,\nolive green uniform of the security services. There were scarlet\npatches on her shoulders. The uniform was completed by an olive green\nberet. \n

\n\t“I am going to start\nworking on those two nuns.” Halima said, with a smile. “I need\nsomebody to assist me, and I have chosen you. But the heating in the\nroom is on maximum, to make those nuns sweat. I suggest that you\nremove your uniform, unless you want it spoiled by sweat. I assure\nyou that this session will not be recorded, and that no one will ever\nknow what we will do in the chamber next door. I intend to enjoy\nmyself, and I hope that I have not misjudged you, and that you are\nlike me.”

\n\tAyesha thought for a few\nseconds, perhaps wondering whether this was some sort of test. But\ndesire overcame any caution. She took off not only her uniform, but\nher underwear as well, revealing the fact that Ayesha shaved\ncompletely. The guard had a lithe yet muscular body, one which Halima\nfound more than a little arousing. There was part of Halima which\nlusted to get her tongue between Ayesha’s shaven cunt lips,\nsavouring the sweet juices within. But, first, there was a job to do.

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\nHalima opened the door to the\ninterrogation room. The white noise could be heard with the door\nclosed, but it was deafening once the door was open. Halima could see\nthe two nuns hanging just as she had ordered. \n

\n\tThe nuns looked exhausted,\nand the interrogation had not yet begun. Leather manacles had been\nput around their wrists, and the nuns then raised up so that their\nfeet could not make contact with the concrete floor of the torture\nchamber. The nuns were still wearing their habits – ones now much\nstained by sweat, as the heating in the room was at maximum. A couple\nof space heaters had been added to the room, facing the nuns. The\nnuns’ faces were red. \n

\n\tHalima gestured at the white\nnoise generator. Ayesha went over to the machine on a wooden desk and\nturned it off. Now the only sound in the room was the belaboured\nbreathing of the nuns and the sound of the space heaters. Halima\ncould now speak and be heard.

\n\t“Move the heaters out of\nthe way, but do not turn them off.” Halima said. “We need room to\nwork on these blasphemers.”

\n\tAyesha dragged the two\nheaters out of the way. At least they had warmed the concrete floor,\nso that it was not cold beneath her bare feet.

\n\t“There is a knife on the\ndesk. Cut away their clothes. These Christians will not need clothes\nagain.”

\n\tHalima sat in the comfortable\nchair behind the desk, so that she could watch Ayesha work. Once the\nchair had been Major Katabi’s. Now it was hers. Halima wanted to\nsee if Ayesha would be a suitable protégé. \n

\n\tThere was a very sharp combat\nknife on the desk. Ayesha picked it up and tested the edge of the\nblade. It was so sharp that she didn’t feel anything. But a small\nline of red appeared on Ayesha’s thumb. Ayesha smiled. It was a\ngood knife. \n

\n\tAyesha worked quickly and\neffectively, cutting away the clothing on the nuns.

\n\t“Please, don’t…” one\nof the nuns, Sister Barbara begged. But Ayesha ignored the nun, and\ncarried on working. She did not stop until the nuns’ habits were\nruined scraps of cloth on the concrete floor. Ayesha kicked the bits\nof cloth into a corner of the room.

\n\tOne of the nuns, the older\nnun, Sister Barbara, was a brunette. She had a thick bush of pubic\nhair. The other, younger nun, Sister Amanda, was a natural blonde,\njudging by her much smaller patch of pubic hair. Sister Amanda was,\naccording to her seized passport, only eighteen years old, and with\nher womanly hips and perfect breasts, the most attractive victim who\nHalima had had to play with in a long time.

\n\t“Please, we haven’t done\nanything.” Sister Barbara said.

\n\t“All I want is for you to\nadmit your crimes, and there will be time for that later.” Halima\nsaid. “You will beg to plead guilty. And you will give out all of\nthe other names of your would-be revolutionaries. But, for now, I\nwant you to shut up. Ayesha, gag them, for now.”

\n\tThere were a couple of\nball-gags on the wooden desk. \n

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\nAyesha forced them into the\nmouths of the two captives, buckling them tight. The nun’s eyes\nwere wide, almost begging. But neither of these Arab women had any\nmercy. \n

\n\tWorking with the knife, and\nbeing in this hot chamber, Ayesha had begun to sweat. Her body was\nnow covered by a thin sheen of sweat, making her look even sexier, as\nfar as Halima was concerned. \n

\n\t“They stink of sweat.”\nAyesha said. The nuns, after all, had been sweating all night. \n

\n\t“I would use a fire hose on\nthem, but these English bitches might find the cold water too\nrefreshing.” Halima said. She had killed one woman with a dire\nhose, once, by stuffing the end into the woman’s cunt, and turning\nthe water one, but making it just a thin but powerful burst. It had\ncut through the innards of the woman, penetrating cunt and womb. The\nwoman had died, slowly, of her internal injuries. That had been a\ngood day. “Shave their smelly Western cunts. We want to see what we\nare working on.”

\n\tHalima passed shaving foam\nand a safety razor to Ayesha. The nun’s face went an even darker\nshade, of red, if that was possible. They were clearly not used to\nthe intimate touch of another woman. They had a lot to learn. \n

\n\tIt did not take Ayesha long\nto shave the two women’s cunts. Amanda looked more attractive, if\nthat was possible. Right then Halima decided that she wanted to keep\nthis Amanda as her broken sex slave. It would be awkward to manage,\nbut not impossible – not the breaking of this young nun, but the\nphysicality of getting her to Halima’s penthouse apartment. Ayesha\nwould have to help her. The nun could be smuggled out in a coffin.\nBut she would have to “die” first. Yes, she would have to –\nofficially, at least – die during the interrogation. As long as she\ngave up the names first, that would be all that mattered, as far as\nHalima’s superiors were concerned. It would save them having to\nexecute the stupid bitch. Accidents did happen, after all, and these\nsoft Brits were not as hardy as Arab women. Yes, it could be done.

\n\t“Now we sensitise these\nmiscreants.” Halima said, getting up from behind the desk. “We\nwill show them that we control their sexuality, and that we can make\nthem cum whenever we want. I should imagine that, for a nun, being\nmade to cum at the hands of a woman will be very humiliating. I will\nwork on the younger one…”

\n\t“And I will work on the\nolder one.” Ayesha said, eagerly. Good, Halima thought, this guard\nwas open to Sapphic desire. \n

\n\tHalima crouched between the\nlegs of the young nun, and began to lap away on the nun’s slit with\nher tongue, while Ayesha did the same to the older nun. Both Arab\nwomen were very skilled in this most un-Islamic activity. Halima knew\njust where to flicker with her tongue to bring the greatest pleasure\n– pleasure that could not be resisted. It did not take long before\nboth nuns were shrieking an orgasm around their ball-gags, despite\nthemselves. \n

\n\tBut Halima was not satisfied\nwith one orgasm. Any slut could deal with cumming once. No, for hours\nshe and Ayesha worked on the nuns, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of\nthe reluctant women. It went beyond the point of pleasure, to where\nthe orgasms became a form of torment. The women’s pussies were\nswollen as were the clits – big, and red, and sore \n

\n\t“I think that they are\nready. Halima said, finally, bringing an end to the activities. “The\narea is sensitised. Now we apply pain. Help me get the older slut\nonto the bars.”

\n\tA pulley lowered Sister\nBarbara to the floor, where the nun collapsed, too exhausted to do\nanything to resist. Her arms, by now, were next to useless. Halima\nand Ayesha dragged the nun over to what looked like parallel metal\nbars, some three feet in height, set into the concrete of the floor.\nWith some difficulty the nun was placed up on the metal bars, so that\nher calves could be bound to the bars, opening her legs widely. Then\nBarbara was forced back down, lying so that her body was horizontal,\nher arms bound to the sturdy metal bars. The bars were wide enough\napart that the nun’s bound legs were spread widely, and her cunt\nwas entirely defenceless. There was nothing that the nun could do. \n

\n\tHalima produced a device from\na drawer in her desk, and plugged it in. The device was based upon a\nsoldering iron. But, instead of the normal end, it had been sped into\na long needle. The needle had a heating element inside. When it was\nturned on the needle would soon get very hot. Unlike the traditional\nsoldering iron, it could be used not just to touch a surface area,\nbut also to penetrate into soft flesh.

\n\t“Use this on the slut. I\nwant to see your ingenuity.” Halima said. “Take this bitch into\nthe depths of Hell. When you are finished, we will see if she will\ngive us any names.” \n

\n\tAyesha’s eyes glowed with\narousal. This was what she had been looking to do – to cause\nunbearable pain to the sensitive flesh of these women. Ayesha almost\ncame as she took the hot needle device.

\n\tAyesha started out on the\nbreasts of the nun. With Barbara being horizontal the nun’s breasts\nhad flattened out. But they were just as defenceless as the nun’s\ncunt. Ayesha pricked all over those mounds with the hot needle, not\nreally penetrating, yet, just causing pain. Then she used the needle\non its side, to burn marks into each areola, creating a pretty\npattern around each nipple. With each touch of the hot metal Barbara\njerked and screamed around her gag. But the metal – and Ayesha –\nwas only just getting warmed up. \n

\n\tAyesha noticed a temperature\ncontrol on the handle of the device.

\n\t“May I?” she asked.

\n\t“Carry on.” Halima said.\nAll that matters is that this slut is able to give us names when I\nremoved the gag.”

\n\tThe setting had been on one,\na dull grey that was still very hot. Ayesha turned it up to 5, the\nmaximum setting. She waited. Soon the needle was glowing red. \n

\n\tIt was only then, when Ayesha\nwas sure that it could get no hotter, that she applied the device\nagain. Holding Barbara’s left tit in one hand, bunching it up,\nAyesha pressed the glowing needle point to the little dimple at the\nvery centre of the nipple, and pushed. The red hot needle sank down\ninto the depths of Barbara’s breast, burning the inside. It seared\nthe lactiferous gland, as the red hot metal seared the breast flesh,\ndestroying where it touched. \n

\n\tThe noises Barbara made were\nincredible, the sound of a woman in utter agony. Somehow she did not\nfaint from the pain. Halima, as she watched the young Arab woman\nwork, could not help rubbing her pussy through her diaphanous robe.\nCovered in sweat, as Ayesha was, she looked divine. \n

\n\tAyesha slowly removed the\nglowing needle, only to force it down deep through the other nipple.

\n\t“Mmmmph!”

\n\tBut Ayesha only laughed at\nthe agonies suffered by the English woman’s torture. She liked to\nsee this slut suffer. She hated Christians. And who could be more\nChristian than a nun.

\n\tAyesha removed the red hot\nneedle out of Barbara’s breast. The young Arab torture went between\nBarbara’s wide spread legs. The clit, still red and sore from its\nprevious pleasurable torments, was still standing out from its hood.\nAyesha had intended to build up to it, burning the labia and inside\nthe vagina. But she could not resist such an inviting target. She\nslowly slid the red hot needle deep into Barbara’s clitoris, not\njust burning the visible area, but deep into its hidden area, until\nthe entire glowing needle was buried in the clit. Barbara shrieked\nand fainted, just as Halima rubbed herself to a mind-shattering\norgasm.

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\n“I think that, when we bring\nher back to consciousness, we will see if this Christian slut is\nready to talk.” Halima said, when she had calmed down from her\norgasm. Barbara was slapped back to consciousness. The gag was\nremoved.

\n\t“So, are you ready to give\nme the names of the other conspirators?” Halima asked. \n

\n\t“No, as God is my witness,\nI will not betray anybody.” Barbara gasped. \n

\n\t“This is your last chance\nbefore the torture recommences.” Halima said. But Barbara refused\nto speak. The gag was replaced. \n

\n\tIn one aspect Halima was\ndisappointed. But in another she was pleased. It meant that the\ntorture would continue. And these nuns would break. Everybody broke,\nin the end.

\n\t“We will leave Sister\nBarbara for the moment – not out of any sense of mercy, but\nbecause, if we carried on at the moment, she would most likely\nfaint.” Halima said. “I think that it is time that I worked on\nSister Amanda.” \n

\n\tYes, Halima wanted to cause\npain to the blonde teenager. But, conversely, Halima did not yet want\nto do anything that would cause permanent damage to this nun. No,\nthat could come later, when Amanda was a nameless slave in Halima’s\napartment.

\n\tThe answer was electricity.\nHalima had long been a fan of electricity. It had been used many\ntimes by her and the late major, on women like Yasmin, who had ended\nup more than willing to talk. \n

\n\tThe transformer was on the\ndesk. It was a relatively new one, which was supposed to be less\nlikely to accidentally kill the person being interrogated, while not\nreducing any of the pain. It was of Chinese manufacture, of course,\nand had been extensively trialled in places like Tibet.

\n\tHalima plugged in a bulbous\nmetal probe. A red wire led to the machine. The black wire led to a\nthin metal probe. Halima got out some conductive gel, and smothered\nthe bulb with it. She walked over to Amanda, still hanging by her\narms. The gag was still in her mouth, and she had watched the torture\nof her fellow nun.

\n\tHalima paused, studying the\nyoung blonde. She could still kick about where she was.

\n\t“Ayesha, get some chains\nand chain her legs as wide as possible. Attach the chains to the\nrings set in the floor.”

\n\tAyesha did as instructed, so\nthat the teenager was stretched out sexily. Halima wondered what she\nwould look like stretched out on a rack. Even sexier, probably.

\n\tHalima went around Amanda’s\nback, and forced the metal bulb into the blonde’s tight anus. Even\nwith the gel acting as lubrication it was hard to get it up her\narsehole. It was clear that Amanda had never had anything up there\nbefore. Well, with time, Halima would change that: Amanda would have\nall manner of strap-ons go up there, Halima’s fist, maybe even a\ndildo shaped like a donkey’s dick. But, for now, it would just be\nthis metal bulb.

\n\tHalima knelt between Amanda’s\nwidespread thighs. Ayesha had pulled Amanda’s legs so wide that the\ntendons in her thighs stood out. The slut couldn’t move. \n

\n\t“You can turn the dials.”\nHalima said. “Start on 5. Keep the electricity on constant.”

\n\tAyesha did as instructed. She\nwatched as, with one bulb in the English nun’s arsehole, held\ntight, Halima touched the thin probe high up on Amanda’s thigh.\nAmanda yelped into the gag, as the circuit was made, and the volts\ncourse through her, from thigh to inside her arse.

\n\tAyesha removed the probe.\nAmanda sagged in her bonds. Then the probe was touched to Amanda’s\nthigh again, a little further up, only for a second or so. Thus began\na slow trek up Amanda’s though, each point of contact a little\ncloser to Amanda’s cunt. Amanda could do nothing but stare down,\nthe eyes on the probe, as it got near to her most sensitive flesh. \n

\n\tThen, finally, came a touch\nto her pubic mound. Amanda squealed again. Her eyes suggested that\nshe would have done anything to stop the pain. If Halima had asked\nher to deep-throat one of the torturer’s turds, then the nun would\nhave done so, just to stop the pain.

\n\t“Turn it up to 6.”Halima\nsaid. Ayesha was sitting in the chair behind the desk, her legs\ndraped over the arms of the chair, as she watched Halima torture\nAmanda. She was openly masturbating, to fingers buried inside her\nhot, wet cunt. This was the sexist thing she had ever seen. She\nadjusted the knob with her other hand.

\n\tHalima touched the end of the\nprobe, again and again, to the crinkled labia of the nun, sending\ncruel shocks through the cuntlips. Halima spread those lips and\ntouched the metal to the pink inner flesh of Amanda’s cunt. With\neach shock Amanda jumped as best she could. The electricity was a\npain which did not lessen.

\n\tAnd then Halima touched the\nprobe to the end of Amanda’s urethra, and the nun knew a new, even\nworse pain…

\n\tThis was like a nightmare for\nAmanda, one from which she could not awaken. She was a nun. Things\nlike this were not supposed to happen. She and Barbara had been sent\nhere on a mission of mercy, to try and foster democracy and women’s\nrights, and spread the gospel of Christ. And it had gone well.\nEverybody had been nice to them – at least until they had gone to\nthe airport for the plane home. That was when the security services\nhad picked them up, on what they had considered to be ridiculous and\nspurious charges. They had asked to see the British consul. But the\nsecurity police had only laughed at them, and brought them to this\nplace of hell, where they had been strung up from the ceiling in this\nterrible room. Amanda’s arms were in agony, and she could hardly\nmove the fingers in her hands. She doubted whether, after hanging all\nnight like this, her arms would ever recover. And this woman in the\ngauzy dress was horrible.

\n\t“Turn it up to ten.” that\nselfsame horrible woman said. Ayesha was happy to comply. She wanted\nto see this stupid English nun suffer in the most horrible ways.\nAyesha hoped that Halima would keep picking her to assist in\ninterrogations. It was the most fun she had had in ages.

\n\tHalima touched the metal\nprobe to the very end of Amanda’s clitoris, and kept it there until\nSister Amanda fainted.

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\nSister Barbara was groaning.\nShe had recovered consciousness. So Halima left Sister Barbara\nhanging by her arms and went back to the other victim. She would\nbreak, even if it killed her in the process. There were many things\nwhich Halima could do to the nun, in the way she had been bound.\nThere were all manner of devices still waiting to be used:\nthumbscrews (which Halima had liberated from a museum); pruning\nshears; acid; and the ever-reliable blowtorch. But all of those were\nvery destructive. They could come later, if this English bitch\ninsisted on being stubborn. For now, Halima felt, a whipping was in\norder.

\n\tShe got a pair of crocodile\nclips, each which had a chain attached, with a heavy lead weight at\nthe end. She clipped one onto the nun’s left cuntlip, draped the\nchain over Sister Barbara’s thigh, and let the weight fall. The\nshriek from Barbara, around the gag, was very satisfying to Halima.\nShe attached the other weight to the other cuntlip, and let that one\nfall. There was a second very satisfying shriek of pain. With the\nweights pulling on the clips, and the clips pulling on the labia, the\ncunt lips spread out so wide that they appeared to be on the verge of\ntearing. It opened up the cunt wide. \n

\n\tHalima had intended to whip\nthis bitch next. But with her cunt now a pink hole Halima decided to\ndenigrate this nun even more. Halima got some lubrication and\nlubricated her right hand, all of the way down to the wrist. Then the\nArab torturess formed her hand into a fist, and forced it into the\ncunt. \n

\n\t“Use a vibrator on her\nbutton.” Halima said to Ayesha. “The most powerful one. I want\nthis slut to cum again. It will make her very sensitive to what will\ncome next.” \n

\n\tAyesha picked up a vibrator\nwith a rounded end, that could produce industrial-strength\nvibrations. She turned it on, and held it to Barbara’s clit, as\nHalima began a slow fisting of the tight cunt. Halima twisted her\nfist as she worked it in and out. In and out, in and out, stretching\nthe cunt, Halima forcing her fist inside until her knuckles hit\nBarbara’s cervix. Halima wondered whether she could somehow open\nthat up with her fingers, to get her whole arm into Barbara…

\n\tBarbara was only saved by\nthat attempt by the fact that, despite the pain, she could not resist\nthe vibrations. She came, with another woman’s hand deep in her\ncunt. Halima felt Barbara spasm around her hand, another unwilling\norgasm forced on this supposedly chaste nun. \n

\n\tHalima withdrew her hand. She\ncould hear her victim moaning around the gag. Halima picked up a\nriding crop. That was all that she needed. \n

\n\tWHIIIIIP.\nThe riding crop slashed down, the sound of the leather cutting\nthrough the air the only warning. The steel-cored whip hit Sister\nBarbara’s left inner labium.

\n\t“Mmmmph.” \n

\n\tWHIIIIIP.\nThe riding crop slashed down again, this time hitting the right inner\nlabium. Halima was very accurate with the crop. After all, she had\nhad years of practice. \n

\n\tHalima took her time,\nallowing the nun to savour each cruel stroke. Halima whipped all\naround the open cunt, causing red marks to appear all over those\nsoft, red lips. Halima never struck the same point twice. She was\neven able to flick the end of the crop inside the cunt to hot the\nflesh just inside the vaginal walls. And then Halima began to slowly\ncrop Barbara’s red, burned, tormented clip. Each hit caused Barbara\nto shake in her bonds. She must have felt that her clit was being\nwhipped away. But Halima was too good to accidentally destroy\nsomething. All that she was doing was torturing that most tiny organ,\ncausing it to bruise and swell even more.

\n\t“Mmmmph.” That sound had\nnot come from Barbara, but from Amanda. The younger nun had recovered\nconsciousness. The nearly-naked Arab woman sauntered over to the\ntortured blonde. \n

\n\t“Oh, are you jealous?”\nHalima asked, taunting Amanda. “Do you want a taste of my crop on\nyour English cunt? Don’t worry, there will be plenty of time for\nthat in the future.”

\n\tHalima removed the gag from\nAmanda’s mouth.

\n\t“Don’t hurt her, please,\nshe’s suffered enough.” Amanda begged. Halima thought. These nuns\nwere tougher than they looked. They seemed willing to put up with\nalmost any amount of pain themselves. But they had the weakness of\ncompassion. Perhaps Halima could get the names she desired from\nAmanda by threatening her friend. \n

\n\t“The slut has only suffered\na fraction of what I could do to her.” Halima said. “But her life\nis in your hands. I am going to keep torturing her until you give me\nthe names I desire. Only then will I stop torturing her. It is all up\nto you. Well, are you ready to name names yet?”

\n\t“No, please, I can’t!”\nAmanda sobbed. But she didn’t say that she didn’t know any names.\nHalima smiled, as she considered what to do to Barbara that would\nbreak Amanda’s resolve. Perhaps it was time to get mediaeval on the\nolder nun. Halima only needed one of them to talk. It didn’t have\nto be Barbara.

\n\tAmanda didn’t give in when\nHalima broke the bones in Barbara’s fingers with the thumbscrew,\nslowly, one by one. Amanda only begged for Halima to be merciful when\nHalima snipped off Barbara’s nipples with the shears. But, when\nHalima threatened to do the same to Barbara’s clit, Amanda finally\nbroke. Amanda gave a dozen names of women she and Barbara had spoken\nwith. The women were old and young, mothers and daughters, sisters\nand aunts. All of them would be interrogated by Halima, in the\nfuture, in search of whoever had been responsible for the murder of\nMajor Katabi. No mercy would be shown. All twelve women would be\ntortured – and anyone’s who admitted their guilt would be\nexecuted. \n

\n\tOnce Halima had the names,\nand Sister Amanda had confirmed the guilt of her and Barbara, Halima\nsnipped off Barbara’s clit, anyway. No mercy was to be shown, and\nthe condemned needed no more orgasms. The male guards – who would\nrape Barbara’s three holes that night – would not care whether\nthe English woman had a clitoris or not. \n

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\nThe next day a naked,\nsperm-stained Sister Barbara was led out to the guillotine. The crowd\njeered at her, and cheered when the shiny blade lopped off her head.\nAs to Sister Amanda, there was paperwork which said that she had died\nunder interrogation.

\n\tThat was almost true. She\nwould die of torture – eventually. But, at that moment in time, the\neighteen year old blonde nun had been smuggled into Halima’s\nsoundproofed apartment. Amanda would spend many months suffering\nexotic tortures, forced to cum – and forced to bring Halima to\norgasm – before she would finally succumb to the indignities\nvisited on her naked body. And, by the time that the tortured nun did\ndie, it would be a merciful release.

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