Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 16

After the guards left I looked around the room and noticed that only one of the inquisitors was in the room with me today. He walked to the wall and reached for the flogger they had used yesterday and my heart skipped a beat as his hand brushed over the handle then moved to the bullwhip hanging next to it. He took the whip from its hook and played the device out fully across the floor. The handle was about a foot long and the business end of the weapon was about ten feet long made of braided brown leather that tapered down to a thin.

He pulled the whip back then slung it forward, the leather tip streaked toward me and made a loud cracking noise next to my ear, which caused me to flinch. "Now that you have had a little demonstration, tell me which country you are from and why you were sent to spy on us!" he challenged.

"I am not a spy," I said. Remembering what Teela had told me yesterday, I went on to say, and "I am legally owned by Emperor Drax and his Royal house". As soon as my reply left my lips the whip cracked again and the tip bit into my left shoulder causing me scream instantly. I could feel that my flesh had been cut and a small trickle of blood was moving slowly down my back.

He asked me again, which country I was spying for and where was my homeland located. My lip quivered slightly as I repeated that I was shipwrecked here and that I am not a spy. I blurted out that I did not come here by choice and that I would gladly return to my homeland if I knew how to do that. The whip cracked and bit into my other shoulder. My mouth opened fully and a loud howl of pain escaped. I had never felt pain like this. I was afraid that more of the same was to come given what had happened to me yesterday. I was tempted to confess to being a spy just to make him stop, but in the back of my head I knew that if I confessed to being a spy I would probably be executed so I steeled myself and promised myself that I would endure the promised pain and remain alive, at least for another day or so.

I was waiting for the third crack of the whip but it did not come. The second inquisitor came into the room and the first inquisitor went to greet him. As they huddled together, my two tormentors discussed my position and my refusal to tell the truth that is when the newly arrived inquisitor picked up a small sack from a near by shelf and walked behind me. I felt his rough hands caress my shoulders, then move over the cuts inflicted by the whip. I felt a powdery substance rolling down my back and then the cuts in my shoulders exploded in a new round of pain, as the inquisitor appeared to be pressing salt into the open wounds created by the bullwhip.

Tears welled up in my eyes as the pain echoed through my body, but the worst was yet to come. The inquisitor with the salt moved in front of me while the one behind me moved to my left side, I heard the whistle of the bullwhip followed by the familiar crack which sent the center of my back into a torrent of pain. The man with the whip paused for a moment then let loose with the whip again, this time hitting me just above the last strike. I could feel the two lines across my back oozing blood and I could tell that the whip was cutting deep into my flesh. The tears began to flow freely down my cheeks as the whip struck for a third time, then the vocal crying started interrupted occasionally by loud sobs as the whip hit for the fourth and fifth time.

The whip stopped moving for a few minutes while the inquisitor with the salt looked me over and spoke. "I can make this stop if you just tell me the truth", he said as he reached over my shoulder and sprinkled the salt over my back. My sobs stopped as my jaw dropped, a howl of tremendous pain echoed off the walls of the room which brought a smile of pleasure to the inquisitor in front of me administering salt to my torn flesh. Both of the men moved around in front of me to observe my face twisted in pain with a flood of tears running down my cheeks. They spoke amongst themselves for a few minutes while alternately looking me over. One remark that I could make out was their observation on how quickly my welts from yesterday had healed and the absence of any evidence that I had been struck so many times the day before. They continued to talk as they turned to the door and left the room, leaving me alone with my pain and the soft trickle of blood running down my back, and between my butt from the cuts they had inflicted with the whip.

How much time passed I do not know, perhaps an hour or two when my tormentors returned. The bigger of the two went to a large table, sat down, propped his feet up and got himself comfortable. The other picked up the whip and moved toward me. He dangled the whip in front of my face and informed me that Lord Hetch gave them until tomorrow to get the truth out of me by any means necessary before the Prince arrived. That being said, he uncoiled the whip and moved behind me.

I heard the familiar whistle of the whip before it struck my back again. This time the target was higher up on my back than the first grouping of lashes. There was no asking of questions now, just a warning that this will continue until I tell the truth and that I can speak any time and the punishment would stop. I took that to mean, "Confess or we will whip you to death". Death was sounding preferable at the moment I thought just before the whip hit again, and again, each time moving farther up my back toward my shoulders.

I started counting in my mind and trying to concentrate on numbers instead of the increasing number of stripes of pain across my back. I was crying fully again, gasping for air and shrieking each time the leather bit deep into my back. When the count got to twenty I was an incoherent blubbering mess. All I could do was cry out and scream as loud as I could with each strike. My legs refused to support me any longer and the whipping stopped just long enough for the other inquisitor to move in front of me and remove the noose from around my neck, "We do not want you putting yourself out like you did yesterday" he chided. With that he tightened the ropes holding my wrists to keep me upright then nodded to his partner to continue.

Over and over again he hit me, my back was cut severely and bleeding terribly when he finally stopped. I had lost count of the times that I had been struck by the whip, I imagined that I had suffered through somewhere between thirty and forty lashes, perhaps more like thirty-five. As I hug there by the ropes that supported me I tried to get my legs to function and support me again, which I was just able to do to relieve the intense pressure on my wrists. I looked up at my tormentors, my hair plastered to the side of my face now by the wetness caused by my free flowing tears. The inquisitors looked me over as they circled around me and admired their handy work.

Again the terrible team of tormentors left the room, leaving me a hanging bleeding, and painful mess. It took time to compose myself but there was nothing I could do not to block out the pain, but I had quit crying, and only sobbed now and then. For the first time I considered escaping my bonds, my thoughts went back to when I was playing with my claws and was able to transition my hands into large cat paws. I thought that if I could do that then I could slip my hands from my bonds and make my escape. As hard as I concentrated on the transfer, it never happened. With all of my pain receptors in my brain firing off from the extreme pain across my back, the transformation would not happen. I then wished that the noose was still around my neck so that I might attempt to hang myself and end the pain, but I could not even force my own death, these two had thought of everything and denied me death.

I was finally able to get my legs back under for support to take the strain off my aching arms and shoulders when the two terrors came back in. They loosened my shackles and freed me from my bonds. I was surprised that I could still support myself as they took me by the arms and pretty much dragged me to a sturdy wooden table across the room. One of the two held me up while the other clamped my ankles to the legs of the table with iron shackles. Once that was done I was slammed down face first on the table with my chest taking the brunt of the impact. While I was held down, the other inquisitor fastened my wrists to the opposite table legs which left me feeling very vulnerable sexually. They taught us at the academy that some cultures would use sexual torture to coerce their captives, and I was expecting this to come next.

Again I was wrong. Once I was secured one of the inquisitors went to the rack of devices and came back with a simple rattan cane. He flexed the four-foot long cane a few times in front of me so I could see it, then he moved around behind me. I heard the cane cut through the air as it slammed into my upturned butt. There were no muffled cries this time, I screamed immediately as the pain from each swat was exquisite. He worked my backside over good, finding an un-damaged spot to land each additional stroke. My rump felt like it was on fire as I once again lost track of the blows that were raining down on my pert little red rump.

I do not know if he got tired of hitting me and needed a break, or he had run out of spots back there to hit me on, but he passed the cane to his partner who moved behind me. I heard his first salvo swish through the air but this time instead of landing on my butt, the cane landed across my lower back, just above my butt and blow the bloody lines left earlier by the bullwhip. My tears were flowing freely again as the powerful blows landed across my lower back again and again. This tormentor did not even try to find an uninjured place to hit, he just kept swinging and hitting almost in the same place every time. My body jerked from each blow, as did my mouth open to allow a loud shriek to exit. The blows rained down long and hard and after a while I could no longer feel my legs. I was able to feel nothing from the waist down. I surmised that either my spine had been severed or perhaps that the swelling around my spine from the blows had blocked the nerves. I was praying that it was the latter but there was no way to tell, I just know that I had been damaged internally. Not being able to feel or move my legs caused panic to set in, I tried to struggle against my bonds but it was no use. For whatever reasons the two inquisitors stepped away from me and looked me over before they left. Before leaving one of the called back over his shoulder, "Think about what you are going to tell us in the morning little one, it only gets worse after this".

It was a while later when the guards came to get me and take me back to my cell. They unshackled me from the table and helped me to my feet, or they tried to, but my legs would not stand and everything below my waist had no feeling. I started to cry again when I realized that the beating I had received with the cane must have damaged my spine. Two of the guards took me under the arms and two grabbed onto my legs and they carried me face up to my cell. I guess they did not want to get any blood on their nice blue and white uniforms. They gently laid me down on my stomach on the bench then left, locking the door behind them.

I must have passed out or gone off to sleep and I do not know how long I was out but I was awakened by the cell door opening. I assumed that I had slept through the night and that the inquisitors had come for me again. I was so relieved when Teela made her way in through the open door. I tried to sit up to greet her but was unable to and she gasped with a look of horror on her face when she seen the mess that was made of my back. Even though I was left lying on my chest and stomach, the blood from my cuts had run off onto the floor and created several small puddles under me. In the short period of time that I was in my cell, the bleeding had stopped and my advanced healing properties were working quickly to repair the damage but given the amount of damage to my flesh and internal nerves and kidneys it would take a day or two to repair fully, perhaps even longer.

Teela left for a few minutes then returned with a bowl of water and several clean white squares of cloth. She used the cloth and the water to clean my wounds, then as she was about to pull off strips of her own dress to bind my wounds I suggested that she not do that as the inquisitors will know that someone had been in here to help me. I explained that I would not want these two men coming after her in the same way the have done things to me. She nodded and dried off my back by dabbing lightly at the deep slices that the leather had made. I could see through out the time she had spent with me that she was deeply disturbed by the way I was treated and she mentioned this as we spoke quietly.

The guards looked in several times while she was tending to my wounds then when they noticed that she had finished, they called for her to leave. I thanked her and I knew she wanted to give me a hug and I so needed one right now. However, I could not move enough to do so and she was afraid of opening my wounds again if she tried. She wished me well and promised to visit the next day if she were permitted to do so. I thanked her again as she turned and left through the open door. The guards locked the door and followed her up the hall.

When morning came the guards came for me again and I was awakened by the opening of the cell door. The guards ever so gently picked me up off of the floor and carried me to the interrogation room. The guards laid me out on the table that I was chained to the previous day. I was thankful that they laid me on my stomach and not on my back. I got the feeling that the guards were not thrilled about the treatment that I had received at the hands of my interrogators because of the kindness that showed to me.

When the inquisitors came in the guards left, and I was sure that one of the guards bumped one of the inquisitors and knocked him off balance as they passed by each other at the doorway. I wanted to get off the table and attack my inquisitors but my legs would not cooperate and I was feeling very weak, possibly from the loss of blood from the previous day. My tormentors came to the table I was on and one of them grabbed me by my hair and tried to yank me off the table and onto my feet. He got me off the table all right but my legs were dead and useless. I quickly collapsed to the floor in a naked heap. He looked down at me with a disgusting look on his face the lifted his booted foot and kicked the point of his boot deep into my flat little tummy.

The air rushed out of my lungs as the toe of his boot pressed upward into my solar plexus. My face turned red as I sputtered and coughed in a desperate attempt to fill my lungs again with air. His hands twisted deep into my long dark hair, he yanked hard in an attempt to get me to my feet, but yet again, my legs would not cooperate and I sank down to my knees in front of him. With his left hand grasping my hair he balled up his right fist and sent it streaking toward my face, catching me just under the left eye causing me to lurch to the side as the impact sent me sprawling out on the ground. He looked down on me as he and his partner grabbed me under the arms and dragged me over to the posts that I was tied to the previous two days. Normally the guards had assisted in securing me but they did not today. This was yet another indication that they were through helping these two when it came to my treatment.

It was not easy for them to secure me as my legs were like rubber under me. I was afraid that the rough treatment that I had received and the additional punishment that was about to be doled out could damage my spine even more than it had been already. They placed the noose around my neck again and stretched it seeing as I was having trouble standing, I needed more support than just the ropes at my wrists could provide. Once I was securely fastened to the posts I was ordered to confess as a spy, to that challenge I hissed out the word "no" in their language.

"What did you say?" the closest inquisitor asked and again I whispered, "no". He came closer to me as he was still unable to hear my reply clearly. He put his ear close to my face and asked again, "What do you have to say for yourself spy?" and to that I hissed out my, "If there is a way for me to survive this, and if I do, I will kill you both". With that said I leaned my head forward just far enough and latched on to his ear with my teeth. I chomped down as hard as I could. My sharp teeth easily cut through his ear lobe. As he screamed I turned my head sharply and the piece of his ear between my teeth ripped off leaving me with a taste of his blood and a chunk of his ear in my mouth. He stumbled a few steps away from me clutching his bleeding ear. He turned and looked back at me, shooting me a look that could kill. As our eyes met I swallowed hard and made sure he had seen me swallow part of his ear. I looked right at him with his blood flowing down my chin, I licked my lips, winked and silently mouthed the words, "I will kill you!"

The injured inquisitor cursed at me and I could see the rage in his face before he turned away from me and left the room in a hurry. I was happy in knowing that the healer can stop the bleeding and the pain but I had part of him in me that he could never get back. My eyes were locked on my victim as he charged out of the room.

My few seconds of joy were ended quickly when the other inquisitor moved in front of me while my eyes were focused on his partner and rammed his huge fist into my exposed belly. As the air rushed out of my lungs and my stomach churned with pain, he pulled his fist back and then rammed it into my tiny belly again hard and deep enough that I thought his knuckles would hit my spine. My lungs stopped in mid breath and I knew if I had anything in my stomach it would have been quickly expelled from the force and depth of his punches. My legs were still useless due to the damage my spine had received the previous day so I grabbed onto the ropes wrapped around my wrists supporting me with my hands and held on tightly.

Once the flurry of punches to my stomach stopped I tried to take a deep, but the pain in my stomach only allowed me to take in short choppy breaths as my diaphragm was twitching wildly after the pummeling my gut had just taken. As his fist streaked toward me again, I was prepared for him to hit my tummy again and I steeled my abs as best as I could but the blow did not hit my tummy this time. His right fist slammed into my left breast then his left slammed into my right. He started pounding my small little mangos like a boxer working over a heavy bag. My chest exploded in a white-hot pain and my little orbs and nipples were crushed under his bare fists. His knuckles pressing into my breast flesh deep each time, so deep that they connected with my ribs underneath. The tears once again began flowing from my eyes, and my twisted facial expression showed the pain my body was experiencing from his fists.

After what seemed like several minutes of him pounding on my breasts, his fists moved down my body like a jackhammer to my tummy where he began to pound my abs and the soft organs under them. Each powerful shot to my gut pushed me backwards but the ropes attached to my wrists and ankles only brought my body back forward to suffer more abuse from his flying fists. My body sagged in my bonds as he took a step back to admire his work. He looked me in my barely open eyes and spat out, "I will go to check on my partner, we will finish this later". As he turned to exit the room his balled up right fist came streaking toward my left cheek and caught me square in the eye. My head was rocked to the side and my vision faded to black. I was left alone and hanging out cold in the ropes between the posts by my wrists and neck, my breathing heavily labored, with blood flowing freely from my nose and the corner of my mouth, my breasts and tummy bright red from the battering my torso had taken.