The cessation of violence was the blackest hour of the war for the free people of Northern Ireland. For a fifteen year old girl named Katrine Finnigan, it was a day which would lead to unspeakable agony.

Slim as a boy, her blonde hair closely cropped as is the fashion, with tight oval buttocks and small but exquisitely apple shaped breasts she had a piquant, saucy face with a straight, dainty little nose, small impudent mouth and clear, widely spaced green eyes and a firm chin. The combination of youthful good looks and casual modern punk clothes, leather waistcoat, zipped trousers, Dr Martin boots and My little pony socks, helped her blend in with other youngsters on the Falls road side of Belfast.

Two Royal Ulster Constabulary officers had seen her enter a sweetshop they were watching in the Shankile Road district on the North of the city. The confectioner had tried to escape by a side exit but failed to stop when challenged by an elite band of SAS soldiers and was shot and Katrine was captured.

Two days latter our little IRA runner found herself in an interrogation cell in the basement of a modern three story training centre on the SAS camp in Hereford, England, which was purposely build and equipped to train and deal with all types of anti terrorism. By word of mouth and rumour the reputation of what went on there made the building feared by every terrorist in the world. Headed by the established Col. Hardman the centre was frequented by anti-terrorist officers from friendly countries on a reciprocal basis ostensibly to learn and practice interrogation techniques, but some would say the exchanges were really just 'jollies' a chance to rest and recuperate and practice enjoy using their skills to break women.

Though he presently held only the rank of Col., great things were promised for Hardman. He was forty two, about five feet six inches in height , corpulent, with receding grey hair and florid face of an ageing lecher. He had proved himself some years earlier when he was personally broke five Spanish bask terrorists and destroyed a very large network, the Spanish females ranging from fourteen to thirty one held out bravely but all eventually broke under his whips and electrodes, praying to their god to release them from this monsters grip.

Also in the cell is Wren Pvt. Gillian Walker hanging by her wrists from an iron hook above her head, still fully clothed in her number one parade suit her army shoes barely reaching the floor. The only addition being a surgical clamp which held her mouth painfully open and her tongue firmly down.

The chief officer Col. Hardman had been the very first to question young Katrine. A quick body search revealed that she was petrified and unlikely to prove to difficult to handle, he slapped her a few times on the face with his leather gloved hand whilst softly stroking his stubbled chin. He rubbed and pinched her dainty nipples through her sweater. Katrine sobbed wildly that she had only gone to Belfast to enter the IRA because her father and mother had been killed in a reprisal shooting in their small village after an attempt had been made to kill a group of soldiers with a land mine. Terrified, her face ashen pale, she whimpered, " I didn't mean to do any harm please, I haven't hurt anyone. Let me go , I won't ever do it again!!!"

Hardman and the two burly SAS soldiers (interrogation trainees) he had ordered to accompany him on this visit to what he like to call his singing room, roared with laughter. "Isn't she like a naughty little child ?" he chuckled. " But now as you've just admitted you've been naughty, Sweetheart , and naughty girls must be punished a little...................... OK get her ready" he nodded to the soldiers.

Hardman took a seat and poured himself a glass of Port and smoked a cigar while the two grinning soldiers stripped the whimpering , pleading girl.

Half an hour latter, her chin was no longer so firm, and her pale pink rose coloured skin was blazing with the marks of the lash as she hung head downward, suspended by ropes attached to her ankles from iron hooks fixed to the ceiling. Her slim bare legs were spread wide a full four feet apart, and she was naked.

"Now then, my dear sweet child," Col. Hardman said with a smug smile as he rose and circled the swinging girl, stopping only to stroke the insides of her thighs and flicking hot ashes onto the stretched skin joining her thinly haired gapping vagina and her pink anus. "Maybe we can get you to really sing for our next POW Pvt. Gillian. I believe your story about going to Belfast to join the IRA but your not her to provide information you little punkish slut, YOU think I would waste my time with trivia like you, I know more about your IRA cell that you will ever know, I "entertained" your friend Dana O'Neal in this very room two weeks ago, a right chatter box she was."

" Pleassssssssssssssssssssssssse Let me go pleeeeeeeeeeeese" the poor young girl faintly whimpered. " You see Katrine, we're not so stupid as you think use. You impudent little cock teaser dressing like a punk and getting all high and mighty political thoughts."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh please let me down pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee I swear I'll never never never NEVER NEVER...................." she screamed. " Oh please let me down now, the bloods running to my head, I'm going to faint Oh it hurts my legs Ahhhhhhhhhhhh"

Col. Hardman stepped back " Don't worry. You won't faint, I promise you that my sweetheart. You want to dress dirty and trampish like a punk slut do you? Well, I must say you made 'my' cock hard when you were brought in. But now that we can see you naked. I don't think I'll be able to control these gentlemen for much longer. You have some delightful feminine qualities like this, for instance." With a broad sadistic grin, Hardman stretched out his gloved right hand, applied thumb and forefinger to a clump of her soft dark blonde pubic hair to the sides of her crinkled pink outer labia, then he slowly pulled it out.

"Arhhhhhhhhhhhhh owwwwwwwwwwww don't please Christ!" Katrine screamed and shrieked, as her sweating naked body lunged and twisted like an eel out of water.

He casually looked up , his bloodshot watery eyes glittering to see that the girls ankles had swollen around the coarse hemp rope, it chaffed against the skin on the instep of her feet still holding her entire weight the swinging was slowly maintained as she tried to pull away from his wandering hands. "I'm afraid you're going to have to bear a great deal more of this. I've only just started with you, my lovely sweetheart!" Again Hardman reached for another sprig of her curly pussy kissy fir again cruelly yanking it out by its roots.

Katrine's body swayed, jerked and twisted. The elder SAS solder had, of course, taken the precaution of tying the little punk bitch's hands behind her back so she couldn't protect herself. What a delight it was to see that fresh pink naked body wriggle and wiggle about and jump and squirm at the end of a rope, and she was still young and fresh enough to stand a great deal more before this session would be over thought the younger soldier.

Removing his leather gloves, Col. Hardman gently but firmly caressed Katrine's straining, sweaty, whip striped naked inner thigh near her crotch. Then , after picking up a cane and re-lighting the cigar in his mouth he transferred the cane to his much stronger right hand. Lifting it slowly ensuring that Katrine's eyes were open he brought it down with a deft flick of his wrist the broad oval shaped leather flap smacked accurately into the girls yawning pink cunt. "SLAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

A second, then a third slap attacked the same undefended tender pink gapping lips, and again poor Katrine screamed and shrieked out in pain and humiliation. The Col. passed the cane each to of the soldiers who took it in turns. Soon the hood of her clitoris could be clearly made out, standing erect , her body betraying her, its involuntary erection only increasing her pain as the twenty or so strokes fell.

Before returning the cane the final soldier could not resist wiggling the poor girls clit with his finger. This intimate fingering had Katrine plunging wildly from the unforgiving ropes that pulled her legs so widely apart.

" I'm really enjoying this now you little slut, the boys here are learning, never to trust a cunt like you, even if they fancy it" Col. Hardman snarled as he casually pealed back her private lips and pressed the edge of the cane into her swollen pink cunt slot and slowly sawed it back and forth instructing the soldiers to watch her face as the knobbly bits on the cane caught pulled and repeatedly released the flaps of skin which terminated her labia lips at her anul end and the way the clit hood was drawn fully back exposing the areas most suitable for electo torture, pinching or burning. Katrine's eyes were wide and unbelieving as she felt the humiliating work and words being put into practice. The Col. had to speak up at one stage as the screaming and pleading became to loud, " I luuurve to hear them singing !" he proudly remarked during one short spell of relative silence.

Babbling now short gasping breaths almost unintelligible " killing me noo.....oh stop I'm begging pleassssssssssssssssse no more, I swear I'll do anything anythingggggggggg, let me down " Katrine feverishly moaned, the soldier standing at her rear could see she was digging her multicoloured fingernails into her sweaty palms, the other soldier facing her cunt side could see her eyes bulging and her glassy eyes and tear stained forehead glistening with agony.

Unhurriedly Col. Hardman waited patiently for the girl to settle down explaining to he soldiers that by waiting the terror in the subject would mount and mount, " She will think her heart will explode! " explained Hardman as he sipped his Port.

After a ten minutes Hardman returned to the girl noticing how her eyes followed his every movement, panic struck her every time he disappeared from her view. Katrine twisted her neck as far as she could to try to keep him in vision. "Peek a boo!" taunted Hardman one time when he moved out of Katrins blind spot. The soldiers liked that one! Collecting a heavy foot stool from the far side of the cell, Hardman carefully positioned it behind the girl and mounted it, whilst unbuttoning his hip pocket he explained that to fully dominate and humiliate a woman during interrogation a little anul masturbation and stretching was usually advised and necessary. Producing with one hand a black rubber dildo heavily ribbed he proceeded to part slightly more her tight ass cheeks remarking that he could feel her muscles trying vainly to clench together. After he had fully exposed the dainty, shrinking orifice of her until now virgin back passage he lent forward and dribbled a shot of spittle onto her shrinking bud. Katrine felt the Col's. spit hit and started begging all over again. Maintaining his distension with his left thumb and forefinger he gestured to the soldiers to move in to get a good look and to hold the swinging POW still. Holding firmly the finger thick dildo Col. Hardman presented it to its human sheath, pressing the head firmly into the tight, sensitive secret opening of Katrins anus, he slowly pressed it home as he ground his teeth together.

"Take it out AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" screamed Katrine the fifteen year old had never experienced an internal rectal examination or an enema before, Hardman put his finger to his lips and signalled to watch................. Katrins sphincter muscles performed the task that nature had designed them for ..............slowly they attempted to expel the invader the soldiers grinned as the tight skin around her anus stretched and shrank as it ran over the ridged dildo. Col. Hardman stopped the expulsion leaving half an inch still inside. Then with an inhuman grin he forced the dildo home again commenting on the way her muscles gripped her new friend. This process was repeated over and over again each soldier taking it in turns to insert the artificial penis. Katrine tried at one stage to concentrate and retain the plunderer but her virgin anul muscles could not last long and pushed it out again and again. Running a nylon cord around her belly and over and around the dildo Col. Hardman demonstrated how to tie off and retain an anul device identifing this as alternate location for a penis electrode.

Leaving Katrine hanging Col. Hardman walked over to the girls clothes which were in a pile under a table by the door, carefully separating them into two neat piles one consisting of bra and pants and the other her remaining clothes. Turning her sweater outside in he found the green shamrock badge he had spotted earlier, carefully removing the pin he proceeded to repin it above Wren Gillians breast pocket as she hung watching. Hardman called the soldiers to his side and explained that the most humiliating way for a woman to become naked was for her to strip herself.

"Your task tomorrow gentlemen is this lady here, You will have four hours with her and in that time you will be expected to break her" ..................................."As a prisoner of war she may demand her rights under the Geneva Convention, gentlemen there are no such right here"....................................." She may or she may not have a secret to divulge it is up to you to make sure she tells you everything she knows " ........................................." Gentlemen this is real, there is no playacting here make sure the lady suffers."

"OK. gentlemen the part I'm sure your waiting for the rape of the POW, this can occur at the beginning of an interrogation or at the end, today I have chosen to rape at the end. The main reason for this was I wanted you to build up full sacks of spunk to show Wren Gillian what to expect tomorrow, and to retain your attention this morning. Shortly you will rape POW Katrine here but before you do that I should explain that your rape training must last at least an hour each, I know this will be hard for young bucks like you but a quick rape will not be so memorable and humiliating to the prisoner as a prolonged team effort. One final piece of advice if you chose to rape prior to interrogation you may chose to have your prisoner bound in a classic legs in the air pose or you may wish to fight her and subdue her with your combined strengths. The choice gentlemen is all yours and yours alone. If you are ready gentlemen you may now start rape training."

The End