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1The Interrogation of Princess Leia
Part 4
“Too much blood loss,” Colonel B’Dess said, faking concern. “The leeches can extract an enormous amount of blood. But no matter. We’ll give her a transfusion and she’ll be ready for more in no time.” He placed a hand on Leia’s breast and squeezed, slowly increasing the pressure. “But how about you? How many more times must your ladies suffer for your intransigence?”
One of the white coated technicians came and spoke softly to the Colonel. He released his grip on Leia’s breast, then stroked it softly.
“My experts recommend you be given a respite, some time to recover yourself. To consider your position. We wouldn’t want to push you over the edge to insanity. However, I think we’ll give you something to think about first.”
The viewscreen lit up again. Now they were seeing the inside of a medical bay. In the center of the room stood an examination table, with stirrups mounted on the end. Another of Leia’s maidens was being brought in. Like all the others, she’d been shorn of all hair and had the wire harness attached to her head. Leia recognized the face, slender hips and perky breasts of Liana.
She was helped awkwardly up onto the table, her feet raised and place in the stirrups, then strapped tightly in place. When her wire harness was plugged, in Leia could sense just how tight the straps were, and how panicky Liana was becoming as she tried them.
Liana’s legs were strapped in place at the knee, the straps pulling them even wider apart. A human technician moved into place, taking a seat between Liana’s legs. The camera moved to look over his shoulder. The technician fastened bands around Liana’s thighs, just where they met her torso. He fastened a pair of clamps to each of Liana’s outer lips, the hooked the clamps to the bands, opening her vuvla. Next, he fastened surgical clamps to Liana’s clitoral hood. Leia felt the cold metal and the pressure. She wondered what they were intending, dreading it because she knew it couldn’t be good.
A second technician joined the first, standing near Liana’s waist. He grasped the handles of the clamps and pulled the girl’s clitoral hood up and away. The first technician took a scalpel and began carefully cutting away the tender flesh. Leia involuntarily screamed as she felt Liana’s pain.
“An interesting thought, no?” Colonel B’Dess said in his most irritating voice. “Exposing the poor girl’s most sensitive organ. One of the Grbl’farbs suggested it. Clitorises also fascinate them. Their females apparently don’t have them. He wanted to do it himself, but we were afraid he might get carried away. A Grbl’farb with a knife is an unpredictable thing.”
The technician was taking his time, cutting slowly and carefully. A thin trickle of blood was running down the creases of Liana’s crotch. When he’d severed the last bit of tissue he sprayed the entire region with an antiseptic. It burned where it touched the raw flesh. Then he swabbed a thick gel over the wound.
“Not to worry, Princess. With our accelerated healing agents, your maiden will be ready to go in no time. It will be interesting to see what our ingenious Grbl’farb has planned for her, won’t it?” The Colonel reached between Leia’s thighs and stroked her sex. Leia recoiled from his fingers, partly because the sharing of Liana’s ordeal was so real to her that she felt as if her own organ had been left mutilated and raw.
The screen went blank. Leia’s harness was unplugged and she was released from the chair. Two storm troopers stood ready to quell any resistance, but they were unnecessary. Leia was so drained that she collapsed on the deck and was taken back to her cell on a gurney.
Again she was left in the cell, most of the time in the dark, with food delivered irregularly so she had no sense of the passage of time. It might have been only the next day or it might have been several days when the storm troopers again came to escort her to the torture chamber. There was no point in resisting, so she went with them and allowed herself to be strapped into the chair again.
Colonel B’Dess entered. “So, all rested and ready to go on? I assure you my Grbl’farbs are more than eager to continue. In fact, we’ve decided to give them a bit of a treat. Knowing their tastes, we’ve been saving this maiden.” The viewscreen came to life. Leia saw Shaumra being led into a large chamber. “Yes, the Grbl’farbs have fairly coarse tastes. They like a meaty dish, something they can, as it were, sink their teeth into.”
Poor Shaumra, Leia thought. Unlike most of her retinue, Leia knew little about Shaumra. She was a quiet, very reserved girl from the isolated region of Prandar M’Hara, a land of dense forests and deep valleys, inhabited by the reclusive members of the Cult of the Two Moons. They were a secretive group. There were many rumors about the strange rituals they practiced, but in keeping with the planetary charter of Naboo, they were left to conduct their own affairs as they saw fit, and Princess Leia had never seen it fit to intrude into Shaumra’s private life.
Also unlike most of Leia’s retinue, Shaumra, only in her twenties, had a robust figure. She was of medium height, with broad shoulders and wide hips. Her breasts were by far the largest of any of Leia’s maidens; her bottom was large but shapely. Leia feared for what evil thoughts Shaumra’s attributes would inspire in the Grbl’Farbs’ beastial brains.
The Grbl’farbs stopped her in the center of the chamber. A cable was brought out and Shaumra’s wire harness plugged into it. Immediately Leia sensed Shaumra’s fear, felt the rough hands of the Grbl’farb who held her firmly by the shoulders. But, oddly enough, Leia also sensed an underlying excitement. Did she not know what horrors the Grbl’farbs were about to inflict on her?
Another Grbl’Farb bound her hands her back, then took a length of rope and tightly bound it around the base of Shaumra’s right breast, making it bulge out. He tied it off, then did the same to the other breast.
Once her breasts were bound, Shaumra was forced down onto her back and her ankles strapped together. A chain was lowered from the overhead. Shaumra’s ankle straps were hooked to the end of the chain and she was raised up until she was hanging free, her crotch at the level of the Grbl’farbs’ shoulders.
All four of the Grbl’farb’s took up positions around her, evenly spaced out and five or six meters away. Each held a coil of black ropelike material. Leia didn’t recognize it at first.
“You may not be familiar with these, Princess,” Colonel B’Dess said tauntingly. “They’re quite common on the more backwards agrarian planets. They’re called bullwhips.”
The Grbl’farbs began working the whips back and forth, their tips tracing sinuous paths through the air. It was almost beautiful, a ballet of sorts, Leia thought, until the first one shot out towards Shaumra, the tip catching her on the hip with an impact that felt like a knife blade. Leia felt the pain radiating outwards from the impact site, up and down the side of her body.
The Grbl’farbs began striking out in rotation, circling Shaumra. The vicious cutting tips struck at her in rapid succession, leaving , angry welts on her thighs, her buttocks, breasts, belly, back and even on her mons. In response, Shaumra twisted and jerked like a fish on a hook.
After the whipping was done Shaumra was lowered to the deck. Leia hoped that that signaled an end, at least for a little while, to her suffering. But it was not to be. Shaumra was given only a few minutes to recover while her torturers made their preparations.
A heavy bench was brought out and placed near her. Her ankles remained tied together and her wrists remained bound behind her back, so the Grbl’farbs had to help her up onto her knees and place her against the bench. Her large breasts were laid out on top of it.
One of the Grbl’farbs slid a plasti-wood board under Shaumra’s breasts. Three long screws extended upward from the board, one between her breasts and one on either side. A second, narrower board was placed over her breasts, with the screws sliding through matching holes. Wing nuts were spun into place, making the boards into a large clamp and cruelly compressing the tender, already sore organs. To Leia the pain was almost unbearable as the wing nuts were tightened still further.
One of the Grbl’farbs approached Shaumra. He carried a hammer. Another placed a thin nail over one of Shaumra’s nipples. Leia felt the point pricking the flesh. It was driven home with three rapid blows. A second nail was driven through the other nipple.
Shaumra was helped to her feet, the weight of the improvised clamp pulling on her breasts, the weight of the board nailed to her nipples adding even more to the agony. The bench was removed and two light chains lowered from the overhead. The ends of the chains were hooked to either end of the clamp. Another chain was lowered two meters behind her. Without warning, two Grbl’farbs seized Shaumra and pulled her legs out from under her, raising them up until her ankles could be hooked to the chain. She was left hanging by her ankles and breasts, her body describing an arc that put horrible strain on her back, as well as stretching her breasts painfully. Leia felt as if her own breasts were threatening rip away, her own backbone threatening to snap.
She also felt something that confused her. There, beneath the pain, that sense of excitement was growing. It wasn’t just the fear and the agony that was making Shaumra’s heart beat faster.
Predictably, the passive torment wasn’t enough for the Grbl’farbs. Two of them armed themselves with short, wide straps; the other two with small shock probes. They took turn slapping Shaumra’s buttocks and the exposed parts of her breasts. After each round of slapping, the shock probes were applied to her most sensitive areas, particularly between her legs. Her involuntary jerks punished her breasts even more cruelly.
Leia’s brain seemed like it was split in two now. Part of it had merged with Shaumra’s, feeling everything she felt. But another part remained Leia, detached observing, and becoming more and more confused. She saw what was happening to Shaumra. She felt the pain that racked her body. She felt the impact of the slappers, and even worse, she felt the sudden, stabbing pain around her buttocks and mons and even her labia when a Grbl’farb jabbed the tip of a probe against her and flicked the fire button.
But part of her brain that was merged with Shaumra felt rising excitement, an excitement that she couldn’t place at first because it seemed so out of place. Shaumra was becoming sexually excited, and that excitement was passing through to Leia. It was insane, she knew. It couldn’t be. But the more horribly the beast Grbl’farbs tormented Shaumra, the more turned on she became.
The part of Leia’s mind that remained detached heard the voice of the technician.
“Colonel, we’re getting some strange readings.”
“What do you mean, strange?”
“Well, sir, I’ve never seen this when someone was being tortured.”
In the other chamber, one of the Grbl’farbs gave Shaumra a particularly nasty series of shocks. He started on her breasts, poking just below her bleeding nipples, then moving down to her pussy, shoving the tip deep within her crevice and triggering it over and over. It pushed Shaumra over the edge. A wave of sheer pleasure swept through her body, and echoed through Leia’s. And then it dissolved as Shaumra passed out.
“What just happened?” Leia asked herself, when the rational part of her mind was back in control. She knew she’d just experienced an orgasm, the most intense she’d ever had, but why it had happened she couldn’t understand.
And neither could the colonel nor the technician. She heard their voices behind her.
“It makes no sense, sir,” the technician was saying. “Suddenly the pain level dropped. And according to the instruments, she was experiencing intense pleasure.”
“That’s impossible. You must be mistaken.”
“Sir, that’s what the instruments say.”
“It must be a malfunction. Recalibrate the equipment. It will give them time to revive our victim.”
To be continued………………
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