It was the Secret Police, at least that was what the door of the van said. There were four of them and I had no chance. The van stopped at the curb as I was leaving work. Three of them got out and jammed a black hood over my head. They threw me into the back of the van. It took a minute at most.

Two of them held me down in the back. When I struggled, one of them hit my head with a club, I don’t remember anything else until they grabbed me under my arms and jerked me out of the van. They mostly carried me into a gray building and dropped me on a bench in some sort of waiting area. I tried to standup and leave but was immediately hit with a club.

My next conscious recollection was that I was sitting in a hard chair opposite a desk. I could not move. My hands were secured to the arms of the chair and my legs had been pulled back to the back legs of the chair and secured there. I was helpless. I was also nude.

The chair I was in did not exactly have a bottom to it. My legs were supported along the edges but my genitals and my ass were exposed under the chair. The room was dark but for the circle surrounding my seat.

I heard the door rather than saw it as someone entered the room. He introduced himself as a major or colonel or something in the Secret Police. And he said we were going to have a discussion. It was to be a one sided discussion. He was going to ask questions and I was to provide answers.

He nodded to the corner of the room and two burly soldiers stepped to my chair. They tipped me backwards onto some sort of a stand. I was on my back with my legs up and spread. It was sort of like my gynecologist’s office but with restraints and unfriendly people.

The major or colonel or whatever the Hell he was held up an electrical wire with a big alligator clip on it. He attached it to the big toe on my right foot. It did not hurt especially but it was not pleasant either.

Then he held up a scrub pad, the kind made of steel links. He made a ceremony of squirting a liberal amount of something on it and and clamping another electrical wire to it and then he said. “This is the same lubricant your Doctor uses when he penetrates one of your orfices. But I have added some salt to make it more conductive of electricity.”

Without an other word and certainly with no ceremony he used one hand to spread my labia and the other hand to roughly insert that scrub pad into my vagina. It hurt!

Next he dropped a thick leather band across my belly and securely buckled it to the back of the chair. “I am sure this has been unpleasant for you. You have strangers looking at your naked body and handling your genitals roughly and that electrode I pushed into your vagina must have hurt. But so far this procedure has only been preparation. When I turn on the machine, well, that is truly going to hurt.”

He flipped a switch on his machine. I can not describe the pain, Every muscle in my body contracted. I could not breathe. I felt like my vagina was going to come out of my abdomen. I involuntarily pulled on the restraints at my wrists ankles and abdomen. My skin was chaffed away and they began to bleed. After a few seconds that seemed like a lifetime, he turned it off.

“That was the lowest setting and only one circuit. I intend to create another circuit through your body and alternate them as I cycle through the higher settings on the machine. Do you wish to tell me now who have been associating with in your subversive little group?”

My heart was pounding in my chest and my breath was coming in giant sobs. It hurt soooo much and I dreaded whatever was coming next, but I had no idea what he meant. “I can’t, I don’t know!”

I could only sob and pant. He quietly went about his work. He held up another electrical wire with an alligator clip. He stroked my left breast until the nipple was hard and then put the clip on it. Next he held up a bullet shaped device which was about two inches long and half again as wide. “This goes up your ass to create the other circuit.” He smeared some of his conductive lubricant on it, pressed it against my anus and pushed it into my rectum.

“Are you sure you have nothing to tell me?”

I was blubbering crying mess, I could barely speak, “Please, I don’t know what you want, have mercy,”I sobbed.

He turned the machine on again. The results were similar. Unimaginable pain in my backside and my breast felt like it was being ripped apart from the inside out. I jerked against my restraints unable to breath.

When he turned the machine off again, he leaned over me and said, “That was also the lowest setting. I can make this much worse for you. I just want to know who you have been conspiring with against the leader.”

When I could finally breath, I screamed, “No one, I don’t know what you mean. Please stop this!”

He silently twisted a knob on his machine and flipped a switch as I sobbed, “Please, no!”

He turned it on again. My vagina seemed to explode and my body strained against my restraints.

I lost track of the number of times he turned his machine on and off. I plead for mercy but there was none in that room. My heart raced even when I was not being shocked and I could barely breath. The agony in my wrists and ankles from straining against my restraints was horrible by itself but then came the shocks. I eventually passed out. I still do not understand what information he wanted. It used to be a free country but now we have the Secret Police!