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the rack turned again increasing the pressure and strain on O's trapped body, the guard could feel the tension from the ropes quivering and see O's torment. The rack was a slow instrument for disobedient slave girls so he left he rack alone for a few minutes for the fiendish device to do its magical work on O mind and body. O lay still her body in excruciating torment, but O felt alive with pleasure, O loved the beginning when the pleasure and pain merged into a wonderful sensation, O knew that later on it would be horrendous but she was willing to pay that price for those moments of pure ecstasy she was able to find in no other way.
The guard could tell O was enjoying herself and turned the wheel a bit further, O gasped with surprise at the sensation of being utterly helpless. then he turned it again, this time O felt the real pain of the rack setting in. small beads of sweat began to form on her nude body. Minutes ticked by like hours as O lay still but the look on her face had changed from indifference to pain, and the guard could tell the strain of the rack was wearing O down. O could tell it too she was no longer feeling the defiance she had an hour ago. O tried to remember the other times she had been racked and how many times she had talked on the rack and couldn’t remember, there was the time in Hong Kong they had fiendishly stretched her until she talked, the guard looked at the now sweating O noticing how she was in a straight line ankles together at one end of the rack and wrist together at the other end, he also noticed the many marks of torture on her nude body, branding, old whip scars, he knew she was going to take a long time to break, but he had time, he was sure O would talk eventually.
A half hour later the sultan was walking down the corridor flanked by two guards and followed by two harem girls, as they were still far away from the rack room they heard a horrifying scream coming from the rack room the sound sent a shiver of fear up and down the two harem slaves as they knew what it was. The door to the room opened and two guards walked in then the sultan then two harem girls. O was covered with sweat and gasping to breath and didn’t notice or care at her new audience . The sultan looked O over, the two harm girls looked at the floor to terrified to look at O on the torture rack. “how is our guest doing?” the sultan asked, the guard walked over behind the rack and gave it a fiendish turn of the wheel. O reacted immediately by screaming loudly then almost fainting only her hands and feet wiggling told them she was still conscious. The guard lightly slapped O on the race to revive her. “the sultan asked you a question slave, answer it.”
O opened her eyes and focuses on the sultan and his group, O immediately looked at the harem girls with their downcast faces, knowing what they were thinking. O knew they were glad they weren’t on the rack O remember how many times she had been brought down to a dungeon to see other girls being tortured, every time O had wished it had been her. And now it was, O knew that the hare3m girls would tell all the other slave girls what was happening to O and O liked that reputation. The guard turned the wheel again bringing fiendish pain to O causing her to groan out loudly, this gave O the opportunity to speak out “no no no no more” O groaned out, hoping this would prove her innocence in the matter. The sultan merely chuckled then said “but you were seen with another woman in the hotel.” O lost all hope that they would give up on the questioning. O did the only thing she knew how to do in that situation she closed her eyes put on her look of haughty defiance and remained silent. The sultan again was amused, for him it was just a game. “wont talk ? That’s all right with me, my guards love a challenge.” he walked over to the rack and put one hand on O's thigh then ran it upwards to her breast fondling it. “I must leave for dinner now but I'll be back tomorrow morning but it''ll seem a lot longer than that for you.” O's mouth and lips remained tightly closed. The sultan said to the guard quietly out of everyone’s hearing, “do whatever you want to make her talk.” the guard watched the sultan and hes entourage leave then he locked tho door behind them, now it was just him and O alone in the dungeon.
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