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A Swing to the Right
"General, the city is ours. We have captured the
Presidential Palace. It appears El Presidente
escaped, but we have found his sister, his wife, and
his son and two daughters, and we have them in
custody."
"Good, we can use them as hostages. If he does not
surrender or go into exile, we will publicly torture
his family."
"My general, there are many Communists still ready to
fight, and there are other countries to consider,
diplomatic relations. I suggest we structure things
so that, instead of creating martyrs to inspire the
guerillas, we discredit the leftist regime and make
our own National Socialist government appear honest
and humane in comparison." The general laughed. "We
will use his family to discredit him."
"You can do that, Colonel?"
"Yes, Generalissimo. We will let it seem the family
escaped with El Presidente. We will record his family
in scenes of depravity, making confessions to crimes,
and, at some future time, we will release them to the
press and public, perhaps during the trials of the
criminals. "
"And if they will not cooperate, Colonel?" The
colonel laughed. "I see. You have ways to make them
compliant. Very well, carry out your plan. I want
tapes of all the torture you use to convince them to
cooperate."
The colonel methodically arranged "Operation
Discredit." He assembled all the video footage he
could find of the president and his family. He
arranged, in the National Police building, a simple
television studio and suitable housing for the son and
the women. Each was flung into solitary confinement
in a dark cell with no bed and a concrete floor into
which broken rocks had been embedded. It would be
impossible to sit or lie down in comfort, and they had
to lie in their own excrement. One at a time, they
were taken out and asked to disrobe in front of a
small crowd of soldiers and several television
cameras. Of course, each refused, as the colonel had
supposed they would. The son, Esteban, was given a
dose of castor oil, forced to drink it., and the
resulting violent diarrhea induced him to take off his
pants After he had splattered shit all over the floor,
he was further stripped and hung by his thumbs to
watch his aunt, Ramona , get hers. She had been a
cabinet member and was too dignified to drop her
panties with others watching. When it was clear she
was about to explode, the soldiers hung her by her
ankles, so that her excrement bubbled out of her
underwear and ran down over her body, under her dress.
Then they stripped her and hosed her off in front of
the hooting soldiers. The soldiers did not know who
they were watching, but that did not diminish their
amusement at seeing presumed communists get what they
deserved. The wife, Adalia, was roughly stripped and
hung by her wrists and ankles, with her privates
perfectly displayed. Then the aunt was placed below
the wife, to receive streams of foul "gravy" raining
down on her face. When it seemed Adalia had no more to
give, a private shoved a hose into her anus and filled
her with cold water, again and again, until the aunt
was thoroughly rinsed with water expelled from Adalia's
bowels.
The elder daughter, Calida, seeing the condition of
her mother and aunt, pleaded to be spared, saying she
would cooperate fully. Told to strip, she removed all
her clothes. Told to bend over and insert the hose in
her anus, she did so without hesitation, even as the
TV captured close ups and the audience of soldiers
laughed. Then the colonel told her to go over and
suck her brother's penis. She refused, denouncing the
colonel as a pervert and sadist. The colonel laughed
and directed his men to use "Superglue" to fasten the
hose into her anus. It would not come out without
tearing the skin. Then they turned on the water,
letting it slowly invade her bowels. "We will stop
the water when you do what you are told." Calida
waited, standing there as the water stretched her
bowels. It seemed her belly began to bulge, and she
cried ceaselessly, pleading for them to stop. At
last, she ran over to her brother, trailing the hose
behind her, and knelt before him. The colonel stopped
the water and even let some out, relieving her pain a
little bit. "Go ahead, take his penis into your
mouth." She hesitated. He turned the water on again.
She screamed and took his penis in her hands,
stuffing it in her mouth.
They recorded almost an hour of her performing
fellatio on her brother, during which time she went
from being a totally inexperienced novice to
performing as if she really meant to pleasure him.
She could keep him erect, but, with the pain and
humiliation, he could not ejaculate. "Let him down,"
said the colonel, "and untie his thumbs, so the blood
can flow. We still have Dulcinea to take care of."
The younger sister, Dulcinea, was only fifteen, thin,
with little conical breasts, a child, not a woman.
When the soldiers brought her in, the colonel made her
brother undress her. At first she resisted, but her
older sister, brother, mother, and aunt all advised
her to do what she was told, and her brother, after a
few electric shocks to his scrotum, performed
perfectly, tenderly undressing his sister, himself
totally nude, trying to ease her distress with
comforting words. While Dulcinea was given her dose
of castor oil and left to let the inevitable take its
course, Esteban was held down and given six injections
in the penis by the colonel. The result was a fully
erect penis, and assurance by the colonel that it
would never go soft, as long as the fast-setting
silicone stayed in place. "Of course," he added, "you
had better exercise it regularly, as the blood
circulation is now compromised. You don't want it to
turn black and fall off." In due course, Dulcinea was
allowed to squat over a bucket and expel the contents
of her bowels for television. They washed her out
with soapy water enemas and cleaned her up a bit.
"Now." said the colonel, "release the mother and let
her sit on that chair." The chair was in front of a
blue background, so that whatever was recorded could
be easily made to appear in front to whatever
background was added. "Hold Dulcinea across your
lap, as if you were going to spank her." Somewhat
reluctantly, Adalia allowed them to place the naked
Dulcinea across her mother's naked lap. "Now,
Esteban, you will use your fine male member to fuck
your sister from behind."
"No!" screamed Adalia, jumping up from the chair and
dumping her daughter on the floor.
The colonel smiled and pointed to a stool, which a
soldier placed where the chair has been. Arising from
the stool was a phallic sort of device which Adalia was impaled
on. It took three soldiers to do it, The upright pillar was
then expanded, like the medieval "vaginal pear", to hold Adalia
tightly against the seat of the stool, the swollen end spanning from
her pubic arch in front to her tail bone behind. She
could not pull off it without breaking bones. "Stop
crying,Adalia. You are only delaying things." When
she did not stop soon enough, he pushed a button,
sending a jolt of electricity through her pelvis,
eliciting a blood-curdling scream. Shuddering, Adalia
managed to stop crying. "Now, Dulcinea, lie across
your mommy's lap. That's a good girl. Try to look
happy. There's no point in resisting." When she was
properly posed, and the cameras all in place and
recording, Esteban was told to perform. When he
protested, they implanted an electrode, a needle, in
his scrotum and another up his ass. One jolt, which
had him rolling on the floor, convinced him to do as
he was told. It only took a few minutes to record
how Dulcinea was deflowered by her brother, while her
mother held her down.
The colonel looked at his watch. "I think we've done
a good day's work. Take the prisoners back to their
cells, and we'll resume tomorrow morning."
At dawn, Dulcinea was taken, still naked, of course,
to a doctor's examination room and strapped down on a
gynecological examination table, her feet in stirrups,
her crotch fully exposed. "Now, Dulcinea, this won't
take long. Then we'll let you have something to eat
and let you rest a while. I take it you didn't get
much sleep last night." She nodded, clearly confused
and frightened. The cameraman got a good close-up of
her frightened face; the general would like that.
"Now, just relax as best you can. I'll even give you
an anesthetic, so it won't hurt too badly. Be a brave
girl." First, he shaved off what little pubic hair she
had and washed her genital area with antiseptic soap.
Then he inserted a vaginal speculum and forced the
jaws apart, so her girlish vagina was gaping open, and
her pink cervix could be clearly seen when strong light
was properly adjusted. He paused a moment so the
cameraman could get close-ups. Then, with a long
needle, he injected an anesthetic and muscle relaxant
into her cervix and swabbed a topical anesthetic over
her inner and outer labia. Anterior to the stretched
vagina was her clitoris, covered by a hood where the
inner labia joined. Deftly, the colonel slit open the
hood, exposing the pink clitoris. Dulcinea protested
that it hurt, but the colonel tried to reassure her.
"You see, Dulcinea, what we are going to do will mean
that no young man will be able to put his penis into
you again, the way your brother did. To compensate
for that, we're going to do you a favor and give you
an alternate source of sexual satisfaction. He fitted
a little rubber cover over her exposed clitoris and
stitched up the hood again, so all that was visible
was a little rubber post about 2 cm. long, with two
tiny wires exposed at the end. Next the colonel took
a shiny metal probe and thrust it into the tiny
orifice of the cervix. Patiently, he pushed until the
tapered probe had dilated the opening to about 5 mm.
He switched to another device and stretched the
opening more, to 7 or 8 mm diameter. Dulcinea whined
and complained, but there was nothing she could do but
bear whatever was done to her. The colonel then
picked up a strange rubbery thing, a tube about 10 cm.
long with a golf-ball-sized swelling in the middle.
He threaded one end of the tube through the dilated
cervix and pushed until the ball pressed against the
cervix. Then he sutured the inner labia closed down
their entire length, so the only openings were a small
one, for the "flag pole" marking her clitoris, another
opposite her urethra, so she could urinate, and
another, just big enough for the end of the cervical
tube. He screwed another tube into the exposed end,
and then he sewed up the outer labia, again leaving
only three small openings. He connected a large
syringe to the exposed tube and injected about 75 ml.
of honey-like liquid, clamping the tube closed before
disconnecting the syringe. Dulcinea complained, but it
did no good. "And now, you are going to get some
really nice, womanly breasts." He held each breast,
hardly bigger than a lemon, while he injected it in
several places. "Hormones," he said. "Now," he said
to a male assistant, take her out and give her a nice
breakfast and let her rest on a comfortable cot before
you take her back to her cell. I'm not a sadist. I
only inflict pain when I have to to achieve my
purpose."
Next came Calida. She was bleary eyed and bruised
from trying to sleep on the rocky floor of her cell,
and she had urine and shit on her. "Clean her up and
give her some clothes. She's going to give some
political speeches."
"No, that would be treason. I won't do it."
"Very well, Calida. It isn't worth the trouble to
coerce you by torture, not now. Take her down to the
glory hole."
The glory hole was at one end of the enlisted men's
barracks. Calida was made to kneel facing a sheet of
plywood with a hole about nine centimeters in
diameter, just about chin height, when they had
strapped her down. For the rest of the day, soldiers
would come and stick their penises through the hole,
not caring who was on the other side, as long as she
sucked until they ejaculated in her mouth. "That's
all the food you'll get for a while, so you had better
swallow," said the colonel. A fixed TV camera
monitored her activities. He thrust a mental wand, an
electrode, into her vagina, taping it to the hose
which still hung from her anus. "If I think you are
not working hard enough, Calida, you can imagine what
will happen. First we fill you up, and then we shock
you so hard you'll shit out your mouth. Understand?"
She nodded yes, as her mouth was already full.
Adalia, the ex-president's wife, similarly declined
to make treasonous speeches, so she was taken, naked
of course, to a work bench. They forced her to bend
over, while the colonel tightened a large vice around
her breasts, holding her in place, bent at the hips.
A meter-long pole was taped to her
ankles, to keep her legs spread. "Oh, I nearly
forgot," said the colonel. "We can't have our men
getting shit on their dicks. Give her a couple of
high, hot, soapy enemas before you let the lads fuck
her ass. And every hour, cane her ass, one the first
hour, two the second, and so on."
The ex-president's son, Esteban, had no tits to put
in a vice, but his testicles were easy to tie down,
forcing him to his knees, and a collar around his neck
kept him bent over, like his mother. He, too, got the
enema treatment, followed by a water- filled balloon
which slowly grew inside him until it forced its way
out his anus, stretching it in the process. Then the
colonel came by and, satisfied with the arrangements,
poured "eau d'estrus", bitch scent, on Esteban's anus.
"Let the dogs have him," he said, as the TV recorded
a huge German shepherd dog mounting him and plunging a
20 cm. penis into his ass. After a few strokes, the
base of the dog's penis swelled up like a tennis ball,
and the two were locked together for half an hour or
so, until the swollen penis finally pulled free of the
tortured anus. Another dog awaited, and another,
until sun down.
Ramona was the last to be "treated for the sin of
pride". The colonel led her, naked, of course, around
to see the others, except for Dulcinea, who was
sleeping. "I don't want to cause you unnecessary
pain," said the colonel. "You were a member of the
cabinet. I think you should make a speech, denouncing
the corruption in the inner circles of your
government."
"You know I will never do that."
"You never married, did you?"
"No."
"Are you a lesbian?"
"No."
"I think you will be." He led her to the women's
barracks and left her to the mercies of a half dozen
hardened female sergeants, along with two cameramen.
The sergeants had strap-on rubber penises, and they
used them on all three of Ramona's holes.
The next few days, things went fairly similarly.
Each morning, Dulcinea got her injections, until her
uterus contained about 5 liters of plastic, and her
belly looked as if she was nine months pregnant. Her
breasts, injected daily with both hormones and plastic
foam, hung like wineskins, with swollen nipples, ready
to breast feed the baby which never was. She was
dutifully videotaped, clad in a revealing hospital
gown, a juvenile about to give birth to the product of
an incestuous sexual union with her brother, aided by
her deranged mother. The only bright spot in her life
was when she was allowed to masturbate, fingering
herself, on camera, moving the little "joy stick",
which barely protruded from her sealed vulva, until
she had a satisfying orgasm.
The others took turns in rotation at the various
places. Esteban had to suck dicks at the glory hole;
the soldiers did not know or care who, or what gender,
was sucking the semen from them, as long as they got
to ejaculate into a mouth. Adalia got raped by dogs,
and so forth, until they had each experienced the
various lessons in "pride management." Properly
docile, the adults were permitted to act out their
various roles, reading scripts by the colonel and
filmed in authentic locales, mostly in the
presidential palace. Adalia sucked her son's penis,
and he fucked her. They confessed to looting the
treasury, sending money to secret Swiss bank
accounts, which the colonel's men, of course, emptied.
They confessed to misleading the people, running a
government which, while justified by Marxist ideology,
was, practically speaking, no different than the
previous fascist government. Like the fascists, the
communists tortured and murdered their opponents,
following the ancient precedent which dates back at
least as far as The Terror of the French Revolution.
The present fascist government would not, of course,
be mentioned, as these confessions were supposed to be
intimate family conversations during the Communist
regime, "accidently" recorded by security surveillance
cameras.
Officially, the fascists never did catch the ex-
president or his family. They were tried in absentia,
convicted by the testimony of supposed household
servants and "old tapes" reportedly discovered in
archives in the palace. Politically, the trials were
an unqualified success. The number of land owners
assassinated and the power lines destroyed dropped to
unprecedented lows.
Of course the sentences, either death or life
imprisonment, were never imposed, as the defendants
were long gone from the country; the colonel rewarded
their cooperation, as long as they concealed their
true identities. Esteban, with his permanently erect
penis, ran an escort service for widows and divorcees
in Argentina. The exiled president and Adalia lived
quietly in Switzerland, on money from a numbered
account the colonel did not extract from his victims.
Ramona became the editor of a small Marxist magazine
in Rome, a job she kept by being the submissive slave
of the owner evenings and weekends. Calida, with her
fashion model looks still intact, despite weeks of
sexual abuse, ran a brothel in Tel Aviv. Dulcinea,
who had grown to enjoy her "pregnancy", was very well
paid in a sex club in Rotterdam which catered to
fetishists. She specialized in clients who wanted to
butt-fuck a pregnant woman, and her pregnancy was
eternal, so the money really rolled in.
[End]
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