Room 29

By Shabbadew2002

Email me @ shabbadew@ca.rr.com 

The Interrogation

The cell was 3 meters square.  The single bulb burned endlessly and the American girl could not tell whether it was day or night.  She rolled over on the hard metal frame bed and tried to get some sleep.  She had been held incommunicado for nearly two weeks, ever since they abducted her.  She knew what they wanted.  She was a commint (communications intelligence) expert trained at Quantico and Langley and her East German captors wanted the codes she knew and used. 

It was a political risk to kidnap her in broad daylight in West Germany, but Colonel Probst was an ambitious man.  In the security services of the old GDR, Probst was known as a man who got things done.  He didn’t look like much – sort of a cipher.  But, in spite of his appearance, he was an audacious spymaster; and it was he who ordered Kirsten Boyer’s risky daylight abduction in the fall of 1972.

After she had been picked up, Probst turned her over to Major Nagel to interrogate. Nagel, whose name in German means, “nail”, was a demon when it came to extracting information from those unlucky enough to fall into his clutches.  He, in turn, relied more and more in those days on Dr. Zhang, a medical doctor, a gynecologist, from Communist China who had first been recruited by the Soviets. 

On loan to the German Democratic Republic, Zhang spoke fluent Mandarin, Cantonese, Russian, German and English.  A short, slim, sixty year old with   gray thinning hair, he wore distinctive stainless steel rimmed glasses.  Zhang was a cruel sadist who had developed several torture techniques centering on the sex organs.  He derived a sick, sexual pleasure from administering or watching someone else apply these techniques to a victim.

And the subject in this case was Kirsten Boyer, a former Marine Corp lieutenant.  Before that, she had been a college student and a beach volleyball player in California.  During her time in Washington, D.C., when she was stationed at Henderson Hall-Headquarters Marine Corps, she was recruited by the CIA. 

She resigned her commission and the sleuths put her through a yearlong training program at CIA headquarters in Langley, Virginia.  And given her family’s ancestry (French and German) and the fact that she spoke German, it was logical to post her to West Germany.  She was among the better examples of what the United States Marine Corps and the CIA can produce, given enough time and training.

As a former communications officer, she was a natural for work in commint (communications intelligence) or elint (electronic intelligence).  And this is why Colonel Probst wanted her.  He decided that by scooping her up and giving her to Nagel, he would get a breakthrough - a way to tap into vital information that flowed between Washington and Bonn.

And that’s how Kirsten found herself in East Berlin and in harm’s way.  First thing they did was to strip her and put her in prison clothes: gray pants, shirt and cotton panties.  No bra, just a cotton “wife-beater” t-shirt.  Next, they isolated her in a small, cramped dark cell - always kept too cold or too warm.  Then she was brought to a small bare room with a single bulb and bound naked to a chair twice a day. 

When she was naked, they could see how truly attractive she was.  Blonde, 172 centimeters tall (5’7 ¾”) and 54 kilos (119 lbs.) with long muscular legs, tight, round buttocks and firm B-cup breasts capped with large nipples and medium sized aureoles.  A hard body as they say today....

Her skin was smooth and fine and while she was no longer tan, as she was when she played volleyball, she was a very pretty girl.  She had always worn her hair either short or pulled back into a ponytail.  Now in captivity, her blonde hair grew greasy and stringy, but two weeks in captivity had not marred her looks.  After they strapped her naked to the chair, they began to question her.  Teams of interrogators grilled her for hours at a time, trying to get her to slip up and spill what she knew. 

She was asked simple and complex questions.  Sometimes they led her down a line of inquiry to take a sharp turn in hopes of getting her to give them a small but crucial piece of information.  She was questioned mostly in English, but sometimes in German.

What they wanted were the “codes”: the overlay program which would enable them to decode military and political messages sent electronically between the Pentagon, key congressional committees, the US State Department and the embassies. 

One person played the “good guy” and someone else was the “bastard”.  Sometimes they were both good guys and sometimes they were both bastards.  The interrogators, both male and female, tried to trick her...keep her off balance and break her down.  But well into the second week, Nagel decided that more “intense” methods needed to be employed. 

In between these sessions, often lasting eight hours, Kirsten was kept in isolation and deprived of most sensory stimulation.  There was no view of the outside world; just a cinder block cell with a metal bed, a chair and stainless steel toilet.  A bucket of water every other day to wash herself and two prison meals a day.

But now, Nagel ordered her to be put into stress positions: at attention for six to eight hours at a time; or on her back with her arms and legs in the air until she lost control of them.  If she failed to hold a position, they beat her.  Face slaps at first, and then punches to the stomach.  No more time in the chair.  Now she was being given the second degree.....

When this didn’t break her, when she continued to resist, Nagel knew he had to use even more extreme methods.  That’s when he entered the picture.  Kristen was on her back on the cold floor.  They were having her hold her arms and legs up in the air.  She had been in this position for an hour.  She was sweating, as the room was hot... her exertions were taxing her and her legs were trembling.  She looked over when the door opened and saw an older man.... heavy-set with the face of a grocer.  This was Nagel.

“Fräulein Boyer, ich bin Haupt Braun,” Nagel said, introducing himself to her in German, but using an alias.

He looked down between her legs to eyeball her pussy and then he looked at her tits.  She was a tasty package.  He would enjoy torturing her himself.  He pulled up the chair and sat down.  He looked at her quizzically and stroked his chin.

“You’re not being cooperative.  You know what we want and yet you do not give it to us.  Why is that,” he asked her in English?

“I don’t know who you are, but you can go fuck yourself.  I don’t know the codes.  I’m in maintenance.  That’s why I have a top secret clearance.  We keep the computers running.  When something goes down, we get it up.  I don’t read the stuff that’s on the machines.  Can I put my arms and legs down?”

“Oh no....if you do that I’m going to shock you on that pretty pussy of yours with this,” he said as he pulled out a slim wand. 

It was a cattle prod topped with two aluminum prongs.  Kristen looked and it and winced.  Despite her training, she was stressed and scared.  She began to silently pray....

“That is such a nice story, fraulein.   But you and I know that it is pure fiction.  Look, why make it hard on yourself. You’re a smart woman.  You know that if you keep up this charade you can expect terrible things to happen to you,” Nagel said to her.

Kristen looked away.

“Zu einem bestimmten zeitpunkt.  Ich werde sie vergewaltigen.  (Translation:  “At some point.... I’m going to rape you.”)  And that’s not the worst of it.  Every man who has questioned you will rape you.  And, I have a whole platoon of infantry I bring in to do the gang rape.  You want that?”

Kristen bit her lip. 

“I see....maybe you would like that....yes?”

Kristen closed her eyes.  She had been trained to resist.  She’d been given classes in such things at Langley.  She kept going thru the mental exercises she’d been taught.  Since she’d been abducted, she had been steeling herself to hold out.  She was a strong girl, and in her mind, there was no way these people were going to make her give up the codes.  NO WAY.

When her legs, trembling, began to give way and drop to the floor, Nagel shocked her on her right nipple.  He pressed the two aluminum tips into the nipple, indenting her breast in the process and pressed the button on the handle.  Instantly, the current went thru her nipple, into her tit and making her scream.  She grabbed at both tits defensively.

“No....no.....no one told you to put your legs down, fraulein,” Nagel sadistically told her and then zapped her navel. 

“OWWWWWWWW.”

“Arms and legs up....up...up.”

Kristen, shaking and twitching from the two shocks, had to comply.  She forced herself to extend her limbs again.  Within five minutes her legs were shaking again.  It was just a matter of time.  And then it happened.  She groaned and cursed as her legs came down and Nagel, quick as a cobra, zapped her left nipple. 

“OHHHHH......OWWWWWWW.”

“Arms and legs up, fraulein.  Herauf...herauf….herauf  (up....up....up.) or else.”

He forced her to torture herself for another hour.  Every time Kristen lost control of her limbs.....her muscles screaming for relief......Nagel zapped her with the prod.  He shocked her tits and belly several times and when the session was over, there were red marks all over her tits and tummy.  She had begun to sob at the end and hated herself for this loss of self-control.

When she was brought back for the next session, Nagel made her strip to her panties and they strapped her into the chair.  He poured cold water down the front of her panties and when she gave him an answer he didn’t like or refused to answer, he whipped out the prod, shoved it in her crotch up against the wet panty covered purse of her pussy and zapped her. 

This went on for nearly three hours.  In the end, Kristen was screaming and crying - nearly hysterical.  Her tits and nipples, labia, Venus mount and inner thighs were scored with a hundred red marks from the aluminum tips of the prod.  But she hadn’t told him anything useful.  Nagel was growing frustrated.

Gang Raped

“I could see from your attitude yesterday fraulein that the thought of rape…it doesn’t frighten you, does it?  Is this true,” Nagel asked her when she was brought in for another session?

Kristen was wearing clothes again and sitting in the chair.  Normally, when they brought her to this room, first thing they did was force her to strip and then strap her in.  This was a break in the routine.  She was still clothed and her wrists and ankles were not fettered.

“You’re wrong about me. I don’t know any codes.  I’m just a wrench jockey....a computer mechanic....you gotta understand that.... believe me,” she said.

“OKAY, you still want to tell me stories....but we will have this conversation again.  You can tell me then what you think.” 

Then Nagel sent one of the guards out of the room.  When he came back he had two more men with him.  Nagel gave the word and the four men hauled her up out of the chair and subdued her.  Kristen kicked and fought, but they were too strong and there was too many of them.  In the end, two men held her and Nagel, quick as a tiger, punched her in the pit of her stomach.  She saw it coming but was helpless to avoid the blow that landed heavily. 

She went, “oooooffffffhhh,” sagged and bent over in pain. 

Quickly he punched her again… lower down.  The sound of his fist hitting her made an audible – “THUD”.  Kristen sagged, but the men holding her made sure she didn’t go anywhere.  Nagel had them stand her up and punched her again…and then a fourth time.  She groaned and sagged wherever he hit her. 

When she looked like she was going to pass out, he warned her to, “stay awake, fraulein.”

He punched her several time below her solar plexus, in the pit of her belly.  The thin layer of fat there did little to help her withstand the almost genital torment that erupted every time he hit her there.  The sick sound of the punches went on and on.  Kristen groaned and cried out as he beat her methodically.  The pain exploded throughout her entire stomach.  When he motioned for the men to let her go, she collapsed to the floor clutching her stomach. 

Groaning and sobbing, she rolled around on the concrete floor like a whipped dog.  He pulled her to her feet.  She came up clutching her belly.  The pain was a dull ache.  She bowed her head in submission and put up her hands - indicating she didn’t want anymore.   

Nagel grabbed her and roughly tore her clothes off.  And then he got her on the table and had the men grab her limbs and pull her legs and arms apart until she screamed.  They were strong and pulled on her limbs as hard as they could.  She felt like her arms were being pulled from their sockets.  The two men holding her ankles pulled her legs open so wide that that the knobs at the top of her thigh bones threatened to pop out of the hip sockets. 

“Ohhhhhh.......oowwwww..........ahhhhhhhhhhh!”

The pain distracted her for a moment and then she felt the fear as her position left her pussy and anus exposed and vulnerable.  And those fears grew when Nagel began to maul and molest her.  He roughly squeezed her tits as hard as he could and pinched, pulled and twisted her nipples.  Then he groped her pussy and butt.  He produced a thin leather strap and displayed it to her.

“I’m going to tenderize your holes, fraulein.”

He began to whip her pussy.  Each slap sounding like a pistol shot.  Over and over on the tight lips of her sex until she was so raw and swollen there that just a touch was enough to make her squeal.  He would soon force open those bruised, swollen petals with his cock, but for now he wanted to finish the job. 

He had them turn her over and pull her butt cheeks apart to expose her tight pinkish-brown anus.  He used the strap on her shit hole over and over until it too was so raw, swollen and sore that when he ran his fingertip around the rim, Kristen groaned.  He had worked himself up to a fever pitch and now he dropped his trousers and shorts to reveal his thick, circumcised cock. 

“Time for my hot cock to find a home in your tight, sore little holes, Fraulein Marine Corps,” he taunted her.

Then, he began to rape her.  It felt at first like she was being torn. This brutal opening of her vagina hurt; she was not ready.  The hot alien thing forced its way into her.  She cried out as it stretched open the sore mouth of her pussy and the tight sheath of her vagina.  He used a lot of force and pushed harder.  The stretching and rubbing of her bruised labia was too much and she cried out in pain.

For a moment she thought she was in a dream - it hurt so much.  He took his cock out.  Holding his organ in his hand, he reached down and spread her wounded sex open wide with his other hand.   Then he rammed it in as hard as he could, making her holler and howl.  Later it would become easier as her vagina lubricated.  She had never been raped - taken forcibly.  It was worse than she thought.  He rutted her like an animal, grunting and sweating and punching her sexhole hard.

The heat of his cock and the pressure in her vagina as the walls were parted and the slick sensation of his cock going deep into her was a terrible violation.  When he was finished with her and she lay on the table, exhausted, sweaty and filled with his vile semen, the others took their turns.  As one man held her wide hipbones, rammed his hard, hot cock into her tight sexhole and humped her until he ejaculated, the others stood around, watching, laughing, and making crude comments in German.

Then they started taking turns in her ass.  Kristen had never let any man put his penis in her asshole, so the sodomy was worse.  Nagel spit on her aching, stinging anus and used some of the mess in her pussy to lubricate his thick truncheon of a cock, but it still hurt and it was a torment for her.   He took his time and made it hurt as much as possible.  It felt like a hot poker was being shoved in her tender hole and up inside her belly.  When he got his whole cock inside her and his pubic hair tickled her anus, she felt like it was going to come out of her mouth. 

She tried to resist, but the more she did so, the more it hurt, and in the end, she could only try and relax her anal muscles and let him do what he wanted to her.  He sexed her for only a little while, as her anus was very tight and he was on the boil.  He soon hosed her bowels full of semen.  Next, two other men stepped up and took their turns stretching her sore anus open and filling her rectum with their hot, hard cocks until they too squirted semen into her once tight nether passage.

When they had tired of raping and sodomizing her, Nagel brought in another group of thugs.  Nagel asked her if she was ready to talk.  She could only shake her head no-no-no.  It was a horror, but Kristen was resolute.  Although the rapes seared her soul and hurt her body, she was determined to hold on.  She refused to talk. 

But she found the experience was very humiliating for her as a woman.  It was a blow to her sexual self-image.  To be raped reinforced her helplessness.  Kristen had to fight a feeling that threatened to overwhelm her:  that she was a puppet with no control of her body.  Her body no longer belonged to her, but to her hated captors.  Her biggest fear is that her mind would follow her body and they would own that too....

Rape attacked the most intimate parts of her body and soul.  Sexuality, normally a part of a safe, intimate relationship, was turned into a monstrous, invasive and unpredictable situation.  It created a special tormenting feeling of complicity in her.  It was probably when the tenth man raped her that Kristen had an orgasm.  It was obvious from her cries.  Nagel taunted her for cumming and this hurt her too.  Humiliation and shame was added to the pain they were causing her. She had been forced to experience sexual arousal during rape; and this made her feel especially guilty.  The human body often reacts to stimulus whether the mind wants it too or not. 

Kristen ended up thinking - ‘there must be something wrong with me to cum while I’m being raped’.  The humiliation and shame she felt in the torture situation would stay with her for years.  And, Nagel was not finished with her.  True to his word, a full platoon of infantry soldiers would rape her – thirty-six enlisted men.  The door opened and men in fatigues filed in.

“I told you fraulein.....I have the infantry for you.”

Kristen looked up with bleary eyes and groaned in pain.  She did not know how she would be able to survive it.  These men took turns fucking her front and back. They took her from behind with her upper body on the table and on her back.  Some were fairly gentle and some were animals slamming into her like demons.

Her pussy and anus became so sloppy with semen they took to wiping her crotch after each rape.  They used her cotton panties and before long the garment was so sodden and messy with cum and her vaginal fluids - it was disgusting. That’s when Nagel stuffed it into her mouth. 

She was lost in a maze of pain and shame.  Her mind went into overload and she slipped in and out of consciousness.  They pushed and pulled her around like a doll and slammed into her like she was a toy.  Her vagina and anus were soon so bruised and sore that each new man thrusting and shoving his cock in her for the first time made her scream.

When the session was over, Nagel asked her, “How was it, fraulein?  Did you like it - or was it as bad as I told you?  Listen.....all you have to do is tell me you have seen the codes.  Just that....Can you do that?”

Kristen lay limp on the table in a heap in a fetal position.  She was in agony.  Her muscles were screaming, her pussy was so sore, and her asshole was on fire.  Her brown sphincter gaped open - red and raw.   It had been cruelly stretched into a raw "O".  Pearly semen continued to ooze from both gaping holes.  It was silent evidence that she had been raped and sodomized heavily and repeatedly. 

She refused to say anything, so Nagel had her taken back to her dingy little cell.  They threw her on her bunk and let her sleep.  Nagel decided that he would have to take her to the next level.  It was a contest of wills and he was determined to win.

The Balloon Torture

The next session Nagel made her strip and lie on a table.  He had the men hold her as he inserted two rubber bladders into her body - one in her pussy and the other into her rectum.  They were heavy, thick rubber tubes around thin, steel, mesh cores – in effect an air tube.  He lubricated them with a hot analgesic balm and forced both into place with some difficulty, going deep into her body and high up into her belly.

“Oh God......oh.....oh....ohhhhhhhh,” Kristen moaned when Nagel pushed them deeply inside her.  First her pussy and then her asshole. 

Soon, the analgesic began to burn, but this was only the preliminary.  She wriggled and writhed in the grasp of the men who held her as the balm burned her tender holes.  It started slowly, but soon it felt like someone was holding a lit match to the two most sensitive places on her body.

       

Both bladders protruded humiliatingly from her holes as Nagel attached a pair of long slim rubber hoses to them. The other ends of the hoses he hooked up to an air compressor.  As he turned the dial on the compressor, the two tubes began to fill with air and expand.  They began to grow and swell inside her - slowly stretching her vaginal and anal cavities.  She soon began to feel terrible cramps in her belly and a dull ache all through her pelvis.

       

The pain from having her pussy and rectum opened was also accompanied by humiliation, as the tubes bulged out her vagina and rectum, and there was nothing she could do about it.   Kristen felt like she was being blown up and that her stomach would burst like an overfilled balloon.  As the bladders slowly grew inside her, Kristen felt utterly full and painfully stretched. 

       

She cried out as each beat of her heart seemed to send fresh waves of agony through her body.  She howled, shrieked, sobbed and writhed as the bladders expanded to almost their full size.  But then, Nagel turned the dial and this released the air.  The bladders began to shrink.

“Ohh....oh....oooohhhh,” Kristen moaned in relief as the bladders deflated.

“Are you ready to talk to me?”

“No....n......no.....no.....NO....”

“OK......Now, I will make them as big as they can get.”

With that he turned the dial and the bladders began re-inflating.  As they swelled and filled with air, once again they elongated and widened her vagina and rectum.  Nagel kept the air flowing for awhile, but soon the bladders stopped expanding.  They had reached their full size.  Or the muscular sheaths of Kristen’s vagina and rectum had reached their limit and could not be forcibly opened any wider.  Anymore and they would tear open.

The agony Kristen felt was not to be believed.  She felt like her whole lower body had been distorted into some grotesque shape.  The pain, from the sharp shooting pains radiating out of her stretched orifices and in her muscles to the dull ache from the organs that had been compressed or pushed into some new place, threatened to overwhelm her. 

She kept crying and groaning.  The bladders were now a full ten centimeters (about four inches) in diameter.  Her whole pelvis felt the invasion now that the bladders were fully distended.

“Oh.......OH God.....please stop.....please take them out....OH JESUS....PLEASE...”

“All you have to do is talk to me, Kristen.”

He made her stand.  Kristen could not walk with the bladders inside her.  She splayed her legs out as wide as they would go and stumbled about.  They got around her in a circle.... laughing at her.  Then began pushing her from man-to-man – having sport with her.

“Are you filled...... ready to pop, fraulein,” Nagel taunted her?

“Oh.....God.....it hurts,” she said as she cradled her belly in her hands.  Her lower stomach protruded.  It bulged obscenely from the bladders inside her.  When they tired of this game, Nagel had them put her on her back on the table.  He produced a pair of pliers and showed them to her.

“Know what this is for,” he leered at her?

Kristen, in agony, could only shake her head. 

“Let me show you.....”

He proceeded to grab her right nipple and pull it out as far as it would go, making her howl.  Then he twisted it.  He did it to the other nipple.  He kept going back and forth from one nipple to the other.  Then, not liking that her B cup tits were lying flat on her chest and this position cramped his style, he had them put her in the chair and pull her arms back thru the slats.

“Halten sie,” (hold her) he barked at his men.

Then he went back to work on her tits again.  Squeezing the whole tit in his hand as hard as he could and using the pliers to pull and twist her nipples.  Soon, the nibs had swollen up to the size of purple grapes.  Kristen sobbed and wailed like an animal caught in a trap.  She would look down and stare as he tortured her tits and scream......

She could not escape and each time he grabbed a nipple in the jaw of the pliers, she bit her lip anticipating the horrid pain.  Finally, sensing that she was not going to talk, Nagel ended the session, and deflated the bladders. 

When they were removed, her sexhole and asshole gaped open.  He smeared more of the analgesic balm on her pussy and asshole and sent her back to her cell, making her cry out in fresh pain.  She was proving to be a stubborn subject.  Nagel was determined and vowed to break her in the next session.  Few had survived room 24.

Room 24

The next day Nagel had her brought to Room 24.  Dressed in her drab gray pants and shirt, she was noticeably stressed and weary.  The rapes and tortures had unnerved and weakened her tremendously.  Nagel was there, of course, and two of his henchmen. And joining them was Dr. Zhang, wearing a medical lab coat.  He was introduced to Kristen as the “Doctor”. 

The room had the look of a prison dentist’s office.  The walls were painted a dull, hospital green; there was worn linoleum on the floor and a drain in the center of the room and fluorescent lighting for illumination.  In the center of the room was a fully equipped dentist chair – the whole set-up.

“Fraulein Boyer, this is the “Doctor”.  This room is used for the more extreme situations.  You have been unwilling to cooperate.  Now, the Doctor is going to drill your teeth.  I think you will talk to me today.”

Kristen began to tremble as she imagined dental torture.

“I don’t know the codes......you must believe me.  Please...PLEASE.”

“We will let you maintain this fiction for awhile longer, fraulein,” said Nagel.

Then he had his men put Kristen in the chair.  They strapped her wrists and ankles and then used a wide belt across her waist.  There was a contraption that held her head:  two padded bars on either side of her face and a strap around her forehead.

Facing dental torture, Kristen gulped and tried to remember her training. She began the mental exercises that she was taught.  She tried to avoid looking at what the “Doctor” was up to.  He pulled on latex gloves and busied himself preparing for the session.  He would drill a molar and then use a pick to torment the exposed dentine and the nerve.

He set up the tray just to her left with a collection of dental tools and cotton plugs.  He put on a surgical mask that covered the lower part of his face.  Then he reached for the drill.  He put his foot on the pedal to operate the tool and let her hear the drill.

The sound made Kristen squirm in her bonds.  He put the drill down and picked up a Jennings mouth gag on a strap.  He used a clamp on her nose to close her nostrils.  This forced her to open her mouth.  He worked the gag into her mouth.  When he ratcheted the gag open, her mouth was opened wide.  Now he was ready.  He turned on the overhead lamp - picked up a pick and with his hand on her forehead used the pick to tap and probe her back teeth.

“Hmmm.....this one I think,” he said to her in perfect English as he tapped the last molar in her lower jaw on the right side.

“Last chance, fraulein,” said Nagel standing in the shadows to her left.  “If you tell me you have seen the codes, you can avoid this.”

It would have been impossible for Kristen to actually say anything with the gag in her mouth, but it was a moot point.  She was resolved to try and hold out.  Dr. Zhang picked up the drill and brought it into position.  He placed the tip on the surface of the tooth and got ready.  He had chosen one with no filings.  He pressed the pedal with his foot and the drill began to whir with that dreaded sound so familiar to anyone who has been to the dentist.  Of course, this procedure was being done without Novocain...

He pressed the tip against the tooth and began drilling.  Instantly, Kristen lurched up against her bonds and began to groan.  He pressed the tip harder and the whine changed its tune as it went to work excavating a hole in her tooth.

Kristen began wailing and screaming as much as her open mouth would permit, as he kept drilling to deepen and widen the hole.  The sound accompanied her shrieks and made for a gruesome chorus.  She sweated so much that her armpits were soon dripping and her face was slick as well.  Her screams and shrieks grew louder as he went deeper and got closer to the nerve. 

She began crying out, but the gag made it come out like gibberish.  She had arched up her body as much as the straps would allow.  The sound of the drill and her screams filled the room.  Then he put the drill down.  He picked up a sharp probe.  He put the tip in the hole he had just drilled and began to work it around.  The sounds coming from Kristen’s mouth sounded like a kitten being tortured with a blowtorch. Then he stopped and reached for a small vial.

“This is oil of cloves.  This will stop the pain.  Which do you want....this,” he said as he held up the probe, “or this,” as he held up the vial?

“Tell me you have seen the codes, Kristen,” said Nagel. “And he will stop.  Just tell me...”

She just kept blinking her eyelids open and shut....blinking....

“Give her more....”

Zhang went back to tormenting the nerve, now exposed in the pocket he had drilled in her tooth.  More screams....and then she passed out.  He waited a minute and then popped a capsule underneath her nose to resuscitate her.  Then he went back to fretting the exposed nerve.  When she passed out again, he revived her so he could continue the torture.

Finally, he announced to Nagel, “I’m going to work on another tooth.”

“Uh...huh.”

With the nerve still on fire, he filled the cavity.   Kristen groaned.   Nagel again asked her to give him what he wanted.  She had come too far, and she tried to shake her head no-no-no, but her restraints made it difficult.  Her chest heaving with the strain, she agonized, ‘OH GOD, what’s next’?

Zhang came over and again held the drill up in front of her face and said, “Next tooth.”

He repeated the same procedure on another molar.  Once again the awful drilling, her groans and writhing in her bonds, the probe used on the exposed nerve, followed by her screams, and Zhang holding up the probe and the vial to ask her which one she wanted.  And finally, when the nerve was in agony, he filled the cavity.  She was in such mental and physical agony, she pissed herself.  It soaked her pants and dripped down over the seat to splatter on the linoleum.  Zhang went to work on the two back molars in her upper jaw.  She passed out several times during the ordeal, but in the end, she managed to hold out.  Nagel conferred with Dr. Zhang.

“Well, I think we’re done for now.  She’s earned herself a trip to Room 29,” he said to Zhang.

“Yes, she’s strong, but no woman we have performed that on has been able to resist.”

So the stage was set for Kristen to undergo the most extreme torture that Dr. Zhang had been able to devise.

Room 29

Kristen lifted her head to look down between her legs.  Naked and strapped to a gynecological table, with her feet in the stirrups, she was totally open to whatever they were going to do to her.  They had cranked the table up so that she was sitting at a forty-five degree angle.  She had begun to tremble and sweat.  She looked over at the two guards who had brought her and now watched her with lustful and evil looks on their hard faces.

She was terrified after what they’d done to her in Room 24.  And when they brought her here to Room 29, her fear had grown to monstrous proportions.   Nagel, determined to break her, told her that this was the most extreme sanction yet.  Then he turned to Zhang and said, “Let’s begin.”

Zhang soaked a cotton pad in Betadine and used it to swab Kristen’s vulva.  He noted how pretty her pussy was between her legs.  She had a nice patch of brown pubic hair above her vagina, and not very much on her outer labia.  Her sex-lips were pink and symmetrical.  Then he picked up a speculum, lubricated it with gel and inserted it into her tight vagina.  Following this, he twisted the handle and as the jaws of the speculum parted, her vagina opened like a flower - a hot, pink orchid. 

Following this, he brought out a cannula.  This was a flexible tube used for insertion into a bodily cavity.  Hospitals used it to administer medications and such.  The cannula itself was intimidating fourteen gauge in size, but the fact that it was connected to a syringe with a plunger was what caught Kristen’s attention and made her tremble.  The syringe was glass, about sixty milliliters in size and filled to capacity with a green, gooey substance.  Then Zhang hung an IV access device filled with saline solution - salt water, from a hook. 

“Tell her what she can expect,” Nigel said to Zhang in German.

The doctor leaned over Kristen. 

He smiled, held up the cannula and said, “This I call “instant baby”.  I personally developed the formula.  It’s made from seaweed and certain polymers.  It can absorb fifteen times its weight in liquid.  When it comes in contact with saline solution it swells and expands.  

When I inject the “instant baby” into your womb and then add some saline, they combine.  And your bodily fluids help it too.  The mixture grows inside your uterus.  The growing material tricks your body into thinking you’re pregnant.  And I give you saline intravenously to increase the amount of fluid you would add during pregnancy, including the blood.  

When the mixture has finished expanding ...it sets.  At that point it will be the size and weight of a baby and the placenta: about four kilos.  This usually takes about three hours.  You will experience all the discomforts of a full-term pregnancy – only compressed into three hours.  With all the added fluid, you’ll gain about eleven or twelve kilos.  Even your breasts and uterus will grow because your body thinks you’re “pregnant”.”

Kristen was totally shocked and sickened - her mouth hung open in disbelief as Zhang continued to describe the horrible, graphic torture she was facing.

“As your “pregnancy” advances, it will stretch and fill your belly and pelvic area.  After three hours, you will look and feel nine months pregnant.  The “baby” itself will be about the size and shape of a large zucchini.”

As Kristen stared in shock, he continued, “When it’s full-grown, I’ll induce labor.  I’ll give you an injection that contains certain drugs and hormones.  This will make your uterus begin contractions.  After labor....a very painful labor – it usually takes a couple of hours - you'll finally give birth.”

Kristen gasped as Nagel cruelly added, “You’ll give birth to a big, green zucchini.  And it will be a natural childbirth.  So it will come out of you with no drugs for the pain.”

Kristen eyes filled with tears as she contemplated her ordeal.  She was trembling so much, that both men could see the effect on the restraints holding her to the table.  The straps were vibrating.

Nagel went on, “Your womb and your vagina will stretch enough to deliver your “baby”.  The last woman we did this to - she was a thirty-six year old English woman, a mother, with big hips, who had given birth to three children.  She screamed so much we had to use earplugs, didn’t we Doctor?

As she was giving “birth” she told me everything I wanted to know.  She begged for drugs.  Because she talked, we gave her the drugs.  Another woman – she didn’t tell me what I wanted to know, so after she delivered, we threatened to make her pregnant again.  She talked.  All you have to do is tell me you’ve seen the codes, Kristen. That’s all.”

“I....I....I can’t.”

“Well, get ready to be a mother,” he told her sarcastically.

Zhang came over smiling..... Kristen’s eyes flew open as she watched him guide the tip of a probe into her vagina. 

“I’m going to dilate your cervix,” he said to her.

He inserted a metal probe into her vagina.  Once inside, he peered carefully into her hole and aligned the tip of the dilator with her cervix. When he got it centered in the opening, he pushed and worked it in until he had reached her uterus.  Kristen groaned.  Even though there are very few nerve endings in that part of a woman’s body, she could feel it going inside her and the thought of it was very, very disturbing and uncomfortable. 

Her fear had risen to astronomical levels.  The first couple of times Zhang subjected a woman to this procedure, he gave her a dose of amphetamines to increase her anxiety.  But this caused complications and he discovered that the procedure itself created plenty of fear.   He removed the dilator and used a larger one to open her.  Kristen squirmed and writhed in her bonds as he got her ready for the cannula.  It didn’t hurt as much as it was a mental torture.  She was sweating heavily now as Zhang began the procedure.

“Please....please....don’t do this to me,” she begged.

“It’s not too late for that, fraulein,” Nagel said to her.  “Not too late.  All you have to do is tell me what I want to know.”

Kristen shook her head ‘no’ and then watched horrified as Zhang got the cannula lined up and inserted it deeply into her so that it was fully seated in her uterus. 

“Get ready,” he told her.

“Oh....God....ohhhh....oh.”

He pushed the plunger and the green substance was forced into her womb. Then he attached the drip tube and let the intravenous device fill her uterus with the saline solution.   Nagel came over and patted her belly.  When it had delivered the quarter liter of saline into her womb, Zhang removed the cannula and left the speculum in her vagina. 

Following this, he hooked up a new IV device to a needle he pushed into a vein in her right arm.  This canister was much larger. He would eventually inject 3 or 4 liters of saline into her to aid the developing “fetus” in her womb.

“It won’t be long now, fraulein,” he grinned at her.

There was a clock on the wall.  It was there to let her know how time was working against her.  Within twenty minutes, Kristen began to ache.  And then the nausea came.  Waves of it overcame her.  She fought the urge to vomit, but there was nothing in her stomach.  And a growing pain in her lower back added to the unsettled, nauseous feelings in her stomach. 

Together this caused her to groan and whimper.  She kept looking down at her belly to see if it was growing.  And the waves of nausea kept washing over her like a dirty tide.  At first, there was no discernable bulge, but soon as the one-hour mark approached, her abdomen began to protrude.  And then the agony of having her uterus expand and grow and press on all the other organs in her belly became the whole focus of her being. 

Something that nature would normally do in nine months was being forced on her in a fraction of that time.  It began to put pressure on her bladder, her kidneys, her stomach and her bowels.  She felt like she had to shit....

“You’re about three months now, Kristen,” Nagel said to her with a smug look on his face.

“OH GOD.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Oh GOD,” she moaned.

The clock kept ticking and each minute added to her suffering.  Soon, there was no doubt she was becoming more pregnant.  Her belly had begun to stick out and with each centimeter of expansion; her mental and physical anguish grew.

“Oh God, take it out of me.....please, take it out....oh God....OH GOD.”

“It’s too late for that fraulein. Anyway, you’re not ready to tell me what I want to know,” said Nagel.  “But you will.....you will.”

Kristen just groaned as her womb stretched and expanded.  She went from closing her eyes to staring at her tummy.  And then shaking her head as if it were a bad dream and when she woke up she would be somewhere else.  But the growing thing inside her insured that she could not escape inside her mind.  It was too all consuming. 

The cramps caused by the expansion of her uterus and the pressure on the surrounding organs would deplete her energy.  Fighting to ride out the constant aching and pain was draining her.  As the time approached the 2 hour mark, and she was now effectively six months pregnant, Kristen moaned almost continuously.

Her breasts had even begun to swell.  Tricked by her body into thinking she was undergoing a pregnancy, plus the added fluid - her tits enlarged and each of them were now a quarter of a kilo heavier.  They would each be a half kilo heavier when she was ready to deliver her “baby”. 

They ached too and this only added to her misery.  Her nipples had become more protuberant and when Nagel came over to pinch and pull on them, this made Kristen groan out loud.  They were sensitive from what he had done to them with the pliers.  Her head lolled from side to side as she tried to deal with all the sensations that she was being subjected to.  As bad as this was, it was only the preliminary.  When Zhang induced labor, Kristen would truly enter hell.

Giving Birth

“OH shit....Oh God.....ohh....oooohhh....oh....Oh God....God help me,” Kristen cried out at one point. 

Nagel only smiled.  He wanted to break her.  She was too young, too pretty and too smug.   He had broken everyone entrusted to him.  And this one was going to be the best yet.  He looked at his watch and then at her belly, now swollen grotesquely.

“It’s just about full grown, isn’t it,” he asked Zhang?

“Yeah, it won’t grow any more.  In another 30 minutes, the material will set. I’m going to remove the IV at this point.  She doesn’t need any more fluid.”

Kristen was now effectively nine months pregnant.  Her abdomen and pelvic area had swollen to the point that it was protruding grotesquely.  It looked like she had swallowed a football that was laying front-to-back in her stomach.  She was a hard-bodied girl with a tight muscular stomach, but now that the “instant baby” had reached its full size, her muscles were cruelly stretched and the protrusion inside her was monstrous and gross.   Now, the real fun would start.

As the material hardened, she continued to experience more cramps and aches.  Kristen pulled against the straps holding her and grimaced as the cramps became more horrid and mind-bending.

“What’s happening to me,” she screamed?

“It’s forming, my dear,” Zhang said with an amiable look on his inscrutable features.

“It’s setting....hardening.  Soon, I’ll give you a shot to induce labor.”

“OH....GOD.....GET IT OUT OF ME.....GET IT OUT OF ME,” she screamed.

“All in good time, my dear.”

Zhang removed the IV from her arm.  For the next twenty minutes they watched her suffer.  She would, writhe, wriggle or hump her hips up, trying to get rid of the cramps and the fantastic, swollen distention in her body would waggle this way and that.  Zhang had a bulge in his trousers as he watched her suffering.

She would huff and puff and then cry out, as the sensations in her body assaulted her mercilessly.  Finally, Zhang gave her the shot - a mixture of drugs and hormones that would trick her body into going into labor.  Within ten minutes Kristen began hyperventilating, as the fear of what was going to happen to her next overpowered her. 

“OH... no.....OH..... GOD.....OH GOD, OH GOD......OH.....OHHHHHH.”

Within thirty minutes, her contractions started.  Before too long they were five to eight minutes apart.  Zhang bent down and peered into her wide open vagina, cruelly parted by the speculum.  He wanted to see how dilated her cervix was. 

“About five centimeters,” he said, with a smile on his face to Nagel who had come over to peer between her legs.

“When she gets to ten centimeters, she’ll start to push it out,” he said.

Kristen was now having regular contractions.  They were like menstrual cramps but were a hundred times stronger.  Her face was contorted in pain and she was sweating like a pig.  Her body seemed to vibrate with the agony she felt.  She huffed and puffed thru her nose.  She pulled on the straps holding her, but it was no use.  As her cervix dilated, the pain made her scream and howl like a lunatic.

She was truly entering hell.  Zhang pulled up a stool to sit beside her.  He wanted to monitor her contractions; to see how things were progressing, but he also wanted to be close enough to enjoy the excruciating torment he was causing her.  It had made his sixty year old penis nice and hard.....He would have liked to jerk off on her face.  Later he would masturbate imagining just that.

Nagel watched with interest.  He had seen Zhang use this on four different women.  Two mothers and two who had never borne children.  The ones who had never given birth found the torment unendurable and cracked before giving birth.  One of the mothers lasted thru the whole experience, but talked after giving birth.  The other mother talked, but only after being threatened with an encore.

Kristen, being only twenty-four and hard-bodied, was an extremely interesting subject for this torture.  Her body was muscular and strong, but tight and unused to being pregnant and the experience of giving birth.  She was going to break, he just knew it.....

Each “baby” was somewhat different size and shape, depending on the interior of the woman’s uterus, her ability to absorb the saline and how her body reacted to the material Zhang’s chemical genius had created.  Some of the “babies” were somewhat pear shaped; some were a little smaller and shaped like a large mango; and some were as big and long as a zucchini. 

All of them came out eventually doing various amounts of damage to the woman’s vagina.  Some women had small tears inside the vagina, some had the vaginal sphincter ripped and torn; and one of the women, who had born children, had almost no tearing. 

But it hurt all of them like hell.   Kristen found the contractions more painful than any other thing she had ever experienced in her life.  As Zhang removed the speculum, he, Nagel and the others waited for her to give birth to the monstrous thing inside her.  At this stage Kristen the contractions were dilating her cervix.

This would go on until her cervix was fully opened to ten centimeters.  For the other victims, this part took at least two hours.  It could also happen in just an hour with very hard contractions.  Every labor was different. This was what was happening to Kristen.  She was being propelled into a fast labor.  Her body wanted to get rid of the alien thing that had grown inside her womb.

“OH......Jesus.......OH...GOD...HELP...ME......OHHHHH.....AAAAHHHHH....OWWWWW OOOOHHHH,” she babbled.

“It’s time for you to push now,” Zhang said as he peered between her legs and looked into her hole.

“Your cervix is open now and if you want to give birth, you need to push.”

Kristen gritted her teeth and as the sweat dripped into her eyes, she bore down and pushed and pushed.  It hurt so much she almost blacked out.

“I......I.....I.....CAN’T.”

“Push you stupid whore - PUSH,” Zhang spat at her.  His mild demeanor was gone now as he was fully into enjoying what he was doing to her – with all the pain and agony he was causing her.

This continued for another forty-five minutes and in that time, Kristen experienced pains that went all thru her pelvis and up her spine to explode in her brain, as the “baby” began to force its way thru her stretched cervical opening in pulsing contractions......

“I .....CAN’T.......TAKE......IT,” she sputtered.

“Help me.....dear God.....OH GOD HELP MEEEEEEE.”

After an hour, the “crown” of the “baby” was visible as Kristen’s vagina opened grotesquely to reveal the greenish tip of the thing struggling to be born from her body.   But this was the narrower end of the hardened blob trying to emerge from her cervix and push its way thru her vagina.  As the bigger, thicker part began to stretch her cervix open even more, Kristen began to scream and howl like a madwoman.  She cried out to Nagel.

“I.....can’t.....take.....it......anymore.......PLEASE.......GIVE…ME...DRUGS...GIVE ME DRUGS.”

Nagel sidled up to the sweaty, straining girl and asked her, “Are you ready to talk to me?”

As a particularly devastating contraction hit her, she could barely speak.

“Talk to me, Kristen.  Tell me the overlay password.....GIVE IT TO ME....”

“OHHH.....GOD.....OH JESUS....OHH.......AHH.”

“DAS KENNWORT.” (translation: “THE PASSWORD.”)

Zhang held up a hypodermic with the drugs and waved it in her face.

“All you have to do is tell me and the pain will go away.  Do you want this,” he asked her pointing to the hypodermic needle in Zhang’s hand, “do you?  Then talk to me.”

“JA. JA. ICH ERKLÄRE IHNEN.  Geben Sie mir die drogen.” (translation: “Yes.  Yes.  I will tell you.  Give me the drugs.”)

In the end, Kristen gave Nagel everything he wanted; she spilled her guts.  First, begging like a baby for the drugs to relieve her of the most excruciating pain in the world - the pain of childbirth.  It began pouring out of her in torrents.  Nagel had a man scribble it all down.  He watched, smiling, as she gave him the precious information she had hoarded for two weeks.  Suffering for it and now being forced to spit it all up.

When he felt he had some of the key things Colonel Probst wanted, Nagel nodded to Dr. Zhang, who gave her a shot.  As the narcotic spread like a warm tonic through her bloodstream, Kristen began to come down from the mountain of pain and terror she had been on.  Not totally, for such pain has a way of seeping into one’s bones.  And, the horror of the birth was still to come -  a mental torment - and Nagel was not going to deny her that.

He placed a mirror in front of her so she could see her bulging vaginal orifice and watch the “crown” of her “baby” as it emerged from her sex-hole.  Kristen, feeling the drugs, tried to ignore the monstrosity as it spread open her vaginal sphincter to grotesque proportions and emerge from her body, but the image was powerful and disturbing. 

It would sear itself into her brain and later would prove useful reminder of her terror in the follow-up interrogation sessions.  Kristen had no desire to undergo “pregnancy” again.

“Push,” Zhang told her.  As it finally squeezed itself thru her cervix and began to pass down and out of her vagina, it tore her vagina and she began to bleed.   In the end, Zhang grabbed it with forceps, after too much time had passed, and impatiently pulled on it until he extracted it. 

Zhang had to stitch her up.  She had been torn.....  The next day when the drugs had worn off and she awoke from a troubled sleep, her pussy would bear mute testimony to what she’d been through.  She would not be able to walk for two days. 

The “baby” was forty-six centimeter long (eighteen inches), thirty-three centimeters in circumference (thirteen inches) and weighed a colossal four kilograms (almost nine pounds).  Zhang held it up to display it to her.  It was sticky with her blood and mucus and greenish in color.

“Ist hier ihr baby (here is your baby),” Nagel leered at her.

Kristen stared at the “thing” that had grown inside her.  It was hideous and she had to turn away in horror.  Major Nagel, in post session grilling, got all the information he sought.  It had taken him more than two weeks, but in the end, Kristen Boyer became an open faucet.  When they had no further use for her, Probst shipped her off to the Soviet Union.  There she was interviewed and “studied” by Soviet intelligence teams and their doctors. The Soviets, at the time, were working on building psychological profiles on Western intelligence personnel.  Kristen Boyer was somewhat of a prize. 

Eventually she was returned to the United States, as part of an exchange.  She later married and had two children.  As a result of her ordeal, she visited a psychiatrist weekly for therapy until 1992.

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