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A Switch to the Right

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Synopsis: A coup captures El Presidente's family and tortures them in a variety of ways to make videos discrediting the previous regime.



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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