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The Book of Hostage Tortures

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Mr Master

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Right behind you... you smell nice, by the way...
The image on the home-burned DVD was slightly grainy, as they were using cheap equipment. On the other hand, they were using a number of cameras, as there were multiple angle tracks on the DVD.

The scene was anonymous, just an open space with some kind of curtain to hide the look of any walls, and powerful overhead lights. There was a large cage made of welded iron bars in the middle of the space. As the DVD started, masked men brought in a young woman and held her in front of the open cage. The cameras all zoomed in to get a good look at the woman. One of the men stood near her, looking her in the face, but addressing the cameras.

"You know our subject. You know what we're capable of. We will do something worse to her every day until we get our money. And we will tape it all, for eight hours a day. Today is just preparation."

With that, the other men took hold of the woman, and literally ripped her clothing off. They didn't bother to strip them off, they just grabbed cloth and ripped. Knives came out to handle the strong seams and tough fabrics. But soon, she was naked. The speaker stepped up, slapped her hard enough to rattle her teeth, and then backhands her the same way. Then she was literally stuffed into the cage, and locked in with a huge brass lock. The cameras zoomed in, and so the DVD contained the next nearly-8 hours of her fear and pleas from seven different angles.
 
Lucia was the daughter of a well known buisness man who obviously had gotten mixed up with the wrong crowd. She was at the tender age of seventeen, still budding into a woman despite her already mature appearence. The red head already had curves that only belonged to a woman. She was five foot eight, adding to the elegance that was her figure. She had never been struck in her life, but being the defiant spoiled rich girl she was she glared at her captor despite her fear, ignoring her nudity for a second.
 
The masked man's eyes narrowed, and he half-chuckled through the ski mask. The others gripping her arms spun her around and the one on her left reached a hand up to take a fist-full of her red tresses and forced her head down to clear the top of the cage. She was thrown to the metal grate of the floor of the cage; it was welded metal bars on all six sides, and uncomfortable to lie upon. It wasn't tall enough to stand or stretch out, it was designed to be impossible to get comfortable within for long.

The men walked away, moving to adjust the cameras, but for the leader, who stood near the cage. "You'd best hope your father gets us our money. Tomorrow we beat you. All day. After that... well... you won't like it." He chuckled. "Good luck!"
 
Lucia tried to struggle but she was no match for the men. She winced as she tried to sit on the metal bars of the cage feeling them dig into her skin, easily leaving red indents on her delicate flesh. She tried to keep herself together so she'd seem to be unaffected by their efforts to hurt her. "Daddy would never leave me to get beaten by thugs like you." She hissed at the man. She wished she had something to lay on already, as the bars were digging into her and she didn't know how long she could take it.
 
Unfortunately, there wasn't anything to do but wait. The cameras reset, the men filed out, leaving through parts in the concealing curtain out of camera range. Silence descended on the space, and it stretched on and on. The cage wasn't comfortable, there was nothing to do but contemplate her fears, and there wasn't even a bucket, just a floor drain beneath one end of the cage with the cover grating taken off.

They left her alone for the entire 8 hours, no matter what she did. After they shut off the camera, one of the masked men came in with a large sports bottle filled with water, and a big plastic bowl full of what looked like chili from a can. It was doubtful Lucia had ever seen such fare, but the man slid the bowl and the bottle through the low gap under the cage door without saying a word or even looking at her, then turned and left.

The lights stayed on for another couple of hours, then they, too, were shut off with a giant switching sound from outside the curtain.
 
Lucia hadn't touched her food or water. She refused to eat something that looked like dog food. She sat with her legs hugged to her chest waiting for her father to come get her. She knew he wouldn't leave her to get beaten. Her skin was flawless. It always had been and she couldn't imagine any discoloration or scars anywhere on her body. It wasn't long before she fell asleep in the darkness, still waiting to be set free. She woke up a few times feeling the need to pee but held it in and went back to sleep.
 
Morning only came when the overhead lights switched on with a clunk. Shortly, the masked men came back in, setting up the cameras again. The leader came over to Lucia and gazed down at her; she could imagine the leer on his lips. "Good morning. Aww, you weren't hungry? Well, maybe dinner, then." He reached into the cage and slid the bowls out. Then he tossed in a partly full bottle of mouthwash. "Sorry we don't have time for much in the way of toothbrushing, but we have to get your shower in before the day's activities."
 
Lucia had no choice but to wake up when the bright lights came on. She felt like her bladder was about to burst. Taking the bottle of mouthwash, she swished it around for a bit before spitting on her captors shoe's. "Whoops, I missed the sink!" She laughed and tried to adjust a bit in her small cage. She realized her father hadn't come for her and then looked away. They were going to beat her. She tried to think of some way to escape, but there were too many of them.
 
He looked down at his shoe, and instead of being mad, he chuckled. "All right, time for your shower." He turned away, and two of the other men stepped up with... a fire hose? The water gouted out at her with tremendous force, smashing her against the bars in the back, scouring her flesh and freezing her almost to the core. She tried to struggle, to get away, but they kept the stream on her. They moved around, making sure to get her from every angle. Water gushed into every orifice, making her cough and choke, but once she was completely rinsed, they shut it off and took it away, letting her recover on the floor of the cage.

Meanwhile, someone was winching a large horizontal bar down from amidst the overhead lights, a bar that was adjustable in length and had sturdy leather cuffs on each end.
 
She tried to squirm from the blasts of water but found it impossible to escape. It was so painful she lost control of her bladder and pissed herself. It was less humiliating that way, but she wasnâ??t concerned about that in the least. When it stop, she was a wreck and was crying. She wanted her dad to come get her and rescue her from these men. Her entire body was red from the pressure of the hose. She looked around and saw a man with some sort of crow bar and then closed her eyes, hoping this was all just a dream.
 
With her waste washed away with the rest of the water, she was sopping wet and gasping by the time the men reached in and dragged her out of the cage. They wrestled her over to the middle of the open area, under the hanging bar, and they stretched her arms up and cuffed them to the ends of the bar, stretching them out to the sides over her head. It took them longer to get the spreader bar attached to both her ankles, but once they chained that to the floor and winched her up into a spine-popping stretch, she was helpless.

The others got busy setting up the cameras, and then the leader made his announcement. "This is Day One. Despite receiving yesterday's warning, we still have not received our money. The interest is now 10 percent. Now you get to witness a day of beating." He turned back to Lucia, walked up and cupped her chin in his fingers. "Let's see if this motivates Daddy, hm?"
 
She kicked and screamed as they dragged her out of the cage and she tried get out of their grips. She was still out of it from the hose off, but she made sure to try. When she was placed in some wierd contraption designed to keep her in place, she gave up and allowed her body to relax as she began to sob. She turned her head away when the man grabbed her chin. She was in pain just from hanging like this. She closed her eyes as if trying to brace herself for what was soon to come.
 
Chapter One: General Impact Abuse

When she pulled her face away, the leader yanked her chin back to face him, then slapped her hard with his other hand. There was nowhere she could recoil to, nothing to do but let her head roll with the slap. When she dazedly looked forward again, he slapped her on the other cheek, just as hard. Then he stepped back, and the other men stepped in.

For the first hour or so, they tweaked, pinched, and slapped her as she hung in a suspended spread-eagle. Her nipples were rolled, pulled and slapped, her breasts as a whole bore handprints on every square inch, she was spanked over her entire lower back and thighs, even her feet and arms didn't escape the stinging manual punishment.

The second session, they took turns using a soft leather flogger. At first, it wasn't so bad, really; almost arousing, if her flesh hadn't already been sore from their hands, and if she hadn't known what her situation was like. And sure enough, as the hour rolled on, the impacts grew more severe, and more judiciously aimed. Again, every part of her was stung by the flogger, even the palms of her hands and the tops of her feet. Only her face avoided being directly whipped, but there were enough stray lashes to keep her reeling from that, as well.

For the third step they took turns using a riding crop, starting with the leather-looped "slappy' end, and moving up to leaving actual stripes with the haft of the crop. Again, no portion of her body was unspared.

At this point, the leader came up to her and grabbed Lucia by the hair at the top of her head, forcing her to look at him through the tears. "All told, we've been going at you for four hours straight. We're going to give you a half hour break. Here, have some water." He held up a boxer's water bottle, the kind with the long bent straw built into it, and let her sip on it. He signaled, and the winch holding her suspended lowered her down to her feet--but no more. Her arms were getting a break, but only if she stood in an uncomfortably wide stance on pain-weakened legs. "Bet you're wishing you had dinner last night, aren't you?" sneered the leader.
 
Lucia had no energy to protest. Her voice was nearly gone from all the screaming and crying she had done. She did regret not eating because now she was sucking down water like a desperate peasant. It made her look bad. She tried not to look anyone in the eyes. She was humiliated and wanted to crawl in a hole. She was furious with her father and new the next four hours would only get worse. She closed her eyes and decided to spend her break resting instead of looking around like an idiot.
 
She had no way of judging time, but it must have been an hour later that her arm spreader rose higher, putting terrific strain on her arms once again (all the worse for the inadequate rest they had just given her), and they were back to work.

The fourth session dealt with a cat-o-nine tails. Similar to the flogger, but the sting was sharper, the welts more angry, but they still didn't break the skin. By this point they were taking their time, letting each strike sink in, making her fear and anticipate where the next strike would hit. It took longer, but it was much more stressful on her.

The fifth session was a full-on single-tail bullwhip. The welts were stinging and red, and would leave bruises. She was whipped all around her back and belly, breasts and thighs and buttocks, and several lashes were expertly directed to her labia. The crowning lash was when a man stood in front of her, mashed against her, and reached around to pry her buttocks open for the final lash to land right upon her anus.

The last thing they did to her, completing her eight hours of abuse, was the leader stepped up to her, took a good long look into her eyes, and then just punched her in the stomach, seemingly as hard as he could. Then he turned away, seemingly uncaring. "That's a wrap. Cut her town and send her to bed."
 
There was a small point in time where Lucia thought she had gotten used to wherever the blows landed, but she never imagined that they would attack such sensitive places like her cunt and her anus. When the leader punched her in the stomach she coughed up a little blood. Fortanately that signaled the end of the session. "Wait...please!" Lucia began and coughed some more. "Can I have..a blanket..or pillow or something so that the metal won't dig into my skin? Please.."
 
The leader looked around, then looked at one of his guys. "The cameras off?" When they nodded, he walked back to Lucia. They had taken her down, and were ready to push her in her cage. "You do realize we're trying to torture you, right?" He sighed. "Tell you what, you finish your dinner tonight, I'll try and scare up a mat for you for the night." He crossed his arms as he gazed at her, weak and sore and trembling in the grip of the other two men.
 
It took a lot for her not to smile at the nonchalant gesture. "T-thank you.." She whispered. "I'll eat tonight...I promise." She had to convince herself that her father would not leave her for another day, but even so, she couldn't wait in that cage with all her welts and bruises. At least what he asked of her was something she planned to do anyway. She didn't mind sucking up to her captors if she got pity from them off camera. It would be hard to discard her pride. However, she was too smart not to.
 
They stuffed her in her cage, with considerably less trouble than they'd had the day before, and they locked her in. After all the equipment had been moved out, her bowls were brought back, one brimming with water, the other with a can-full of pre-made chili, as before. They were slid into her cage, as before. They left her be for a while, to eat and what have you, before the leader eventually came back in.
 
Lucia found herself shoveling the chili into her mouth, hungry from the day before. She felt like a dog, but she couldn't help herself. By the time the leader came back she was licking the bottom of the bowl. When she looked up he was there and she blushed madly, her hands instinctively wiping her face clean. At least he had come back, because just as she thought it hurt like hell to sit against the stupid bars. She realized that she had actually made her face worse since her hands were already dirty.
 
The leader nodded. "The protien is good for you. Will help those bruises heal faster. You're gonna be pretty black and blue tomorrow. But you did well. Here." He slid a rolled-up plastic yoga mat between the bars. "This will help with the bars. Just don't get it messy if you have to use the facilities; you're kind of out of luck for clean-up until morning, after all." There was a little bit of a smirk in his tone. "And here; mouthwash." He passed another tiny bottle to her. "Can't give you a toothbrush and all, but this'll have to do. And drink your water."

After that, he turned and left. He was considering the mild sedatives they put in her food and the mouthwash; she was going to seep well tonight, and probably credit it to the mat, but the use of those made him wonder. He hadn't done anything like this in a while, so what new compounds could he use for the future tortures, if it got that far? It was entirely up to her father, but frankly, considering that body and that attitude, he was looking forward to the chance to break her completely.
 
She watched him leave and sighed a bit. She realized she had to go to the bathroom so she drank the water and before she layed the mat out she did her business and then layed it out. After using the mouthwash, she spit it out of the cage and then looked down, wondering how she would sleep. She didnâ??t lean against the cage like last night, but rather curled up into a ball and then closed her eyes. â??Daddy, where are youâ?¦?â? She mumbled before falling asleep rather quickly due to the sedatives.
 
Morning came once again when the overhead lights switched on with a clunk. The drugs having gone through her system, Lucia was able to wake with the light. Once again, the men filed in with their masks and their equipment. The leader came over and tossed her the usual bottle of mouthwash; they were making sure her teeth were in good order! "Here. Gargle it well; you'll want to have a clean mouth and throat today."

The men were wheeling in some unusual gear; Lucia recognized a set of stocks, and a kind of kneeling bench, and some other devices and apparatus she didn't quite recognize. Clearly, today was going to be different from yesterday. Including, she noticed, a difference in her cleaning; some men were dragging in the firehose, but there was also a conventional garden hose. They were laid out where she could see them while she was using the mouthwash; it was as if she was being shown her options, depending on how she acted.
 
When Lucia woke up she watched the men start to set up again. This time she didnâ??t see anything too bad. Actually, she had no idea what half the stuff really was, but it didnâ??t look harmful. She used the mouth wash and then spit it into the drain instead of on somebodyâ??s shoe this time and then looked at the fire hose and the garden hose. Honestly she wasnâ??t too fond of either but with her injuries she had no choice but to hope for the garden hose. She kept herself quiet and respectful.
 
The leader nodded. "Good girl. Now, let's get you washed." He signaled to his men, and one stepped forward with the garden hose, with one of those multiple-spray handles. The water was cool, but not cold, and the spray through the bars was reasonably gentle. Lucia was able to rinse the dried chili off her face and hands, and cleanse the sweat from her skin. Bruises were indeed rising all over her, some light and some much darker and angry. It was mildly painful to even move, but she needed to clean herself.

After she was washed, other men came up to take her out of her cage. As they moved her toward one of the strange boxes they'd moved in, the leader made his address. "This is Day Two. Despite your witnessing yesterday's pain, we still have not received our money. The interest is now 20 percent over the original sum; we are being generous and not compounding the sums daily. Now you get to witness the plundering of your daughter's face." He turned and signaled, and the cameras all focused on Lucia.
 
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