Lennox house
The list was endless and Ángela had very little to tell him. Her partner was only her second partner. No, she had never had sex with women, not before coming to Lennox House. Did she like it? She looked nervously at Major Ramírez and said yes.
As he went through the questions the Officer increased the strength of the electric shocks on Ángela’s vulva. Towards the end he asked her if she had had sex with terrorist insurgents and she said no.
He asked the same question several times and increased the shocks each time.
“NOOOOO! PLEEEASE!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Then he changed her position. He placed her on her back with her bottom on the round top of the device. She felt like an animal, like a crab. She knew that her vulva was high and defenseless.
The Officer unplugged the device and took the cable in both hands. He rubbed it backward and forward over her clitoris until the clitoris was wet and erect. Then he folded the cable so that it was double.
“Don’t close your legs, rebel bitch!” he ordered.
SWIIIISH!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
For a few blows Ángela obeyed and managed to keep her legs open, but then she closed them.
“I’m sorry,” Major Ramírez said. “She’s not fully trained yet.”
“I understand,” he said.
“Fuck her if you like!”
“Thanks, I was going to.”
