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Synopsis: A coup captures El Presidente's family and tortures them in a variety
of ways to make videos discrediting the previous regime.


A Swing to the Right



     "General, the city is ours.  We have captured the

Presidential Palace.  It appears El Presidente

escaped, but we have found his sister, his wife, and

his son and two daughters, and we have them in

custody."

     "Good, we can use them as hostages.  If he does not

surrender or go into exile, we will publicly torture

his family."

     "My general, there are many Communists still ready to

fight, and there are other countries to consider,

diplomatic relations.  I suggest we structure things

so that, instead of creating martyrs to inspire the

guerillas, we discredit the leftist regime and make

our own National Socialist government appear honest

and humane in comparison."  The general laughed.  "We

will use his family to discredit him."

     "You can do that, Colonel?"

     "Yes, Generalissimo.  We will let it seem the family

escaped with El Presidente.  We will record his family

in scenes of depravity, making confessions to crimes,

and, at some future time, we will release them to the

press  and public, perhaps during the trials of the

criminals. "

     "And if they will not cooperate, Colonel?" The

colonel laughed.  "I see.  You have ways to make them

compliant.  Very well, carry out your plan.  I want

tapes of all the torture you use to convince them to

cooperate."



     The colonel methodically arranged "Operation

Discredit."  He assembled all the video footage he

could find of the president and his family.  He

arranged, in the National Police building, a simple

television studio and suitable housing for the son and

the women.  Each was flung into solitary confinement

in a dark cell with no bed and a concrete floor into

which broken rocks had been embedded.  It would be

impossible to sit or lie down in comfort, and they had

to lie in their own excrement.   One at a time, they

were taken out and asked to disrobe in front of a

small crowd of soldiers and several television

cameras.  Of course, each refused, as the colonel had

supposed they would.  The son, Esteban,  was given a

dose of castor oil, forced to drink it., and the

resulting violent diarrhea induced him to take off his

pants After he had splattered shit all over the floor,

he was further stripped and hung by his thumbs to

watch his aunt, Ramona , get hers.  She had been a

cabinet member and was too dignified to drop her

panties with others watching.  When it was clear she

was about to explode, the soldiers hung her by her

ankles, so that her excrement bubbled out of her

underwear and ran down over her body, under her dress.

  Then they stripped her and hosed her off in front of

the hooting soldiers.  The soldiers did not know who

they were watching, but that did not diminish their

amusement at seeing presumed communists get what they

deserved.   The wife, Adalia, was roughly stripped and

hung by her wrists and ankles, with her privates

perfectly displayed.  Then the aunt was placed below

the wife, to receive  streams of foul "gravy" raining

down on her face.  When it seemed Adalia had no more to

give, a private shoved a hose into her anus and filled

her with cold water, again and again, until the aunt

was thoroughly rinsed with water expelled from Adalia's

bowels.

       The elder daughter, Calida, seeing the condition of

her mother and aunt, pleaded to be spared, saying she

would cooperate fully.  Told to strip, she removed all

her clothes.  Told to bend over and insert the hose in

her anus, she did so without hesitation, even as the

TV captured close ups and the audience of soldiers

laughed.  Then the colonel told her to go over and

suck her brother's penis.  She refused, denouncing the

colonel as a pervert and sadist.  The colonel laughed

and directed his men to use "Superglue" to fasten the

hose into her anus.  It would not come out without

tearing the skin.  Then they turned on the water,

letting it slowly invade her bowels.  "We will stop

the water when you do what you are told." Calida

waited, standing there as the water stretched her

bowels.  It seemed her belly began to bulge, and she

cried ceaselessly, pleading for them to stop.  At

last, she ran over to her brother, trailing the hose

behind her, and knelt before him.  The colonel stopped

the water and even let some out, relieving her pain a

little bit.  "Go ahead, take his penis into your

mouth."  She hesitated.  He turned the water on again.

She screamed and took his penis in her hands,

stuffing it in her mouth.

     They recorded almost an hour of her performing

fellatio on her brother, during which time she went

from being a totally inexperienced novice to

performing as if she really meant to pleasure him.

She could keep him erect, but, with the pain and

humiliation, he could not ejaculate.  "Let him down,"

said the colonel, "and untie his thumbs, so the blood

can flow.  We still have Dulcinea to take care of."

     The younger sister, Dulcinea, was only fifteen, thin,

with little conical breasts, a child, not a woman.

When the soldiers brought her in, the colonel made her

brother undress her.  At first she resisted, but her

older sister, brother, mother, and aunt all advised

her to do what she was told, and her brother, after a

few electric shocks to his scrotum, performed

perfectly, tenderly undressing his sister, himself

totally nude, trying to ease her distress with

comforting words.  While Dulcinea was given her dose

of castor oil and left to let the inevitable take its

course, Esteban was held down and given six injections

in the penis by the colonel.  The result was a fully

erect penis, and assurance by the colonel that it

would never go soft, as long as the fast-setting

silicone stayed in place.  "Of course," he added, "you

had better exercise it regularly, as the blood

circulation is now compromised.  You don't want it to

turn black and fall off."  In due course, Dulcinea was

allowed to squat over a bucket and expel the contents

of her bowels for television.  They washed her out

with soapy water enemas and cleaned her up a bit.

     "Now." said the colonel, "release the mother and let

her sit on that chair."  The chair was in front of a

blue background, so that whatever was recorded could

be easily made to appear in front to whatever

background was added.  "Hold Dulcinea across your

lap, as if you were going to spank her."  Somewhat

reluctantly, Adalia allowed them to place the naked

Dulcinea across  her mother's naked lap.  "Now,

Esteban, you will use your fine male member to fuck

your sister from behind."

     "No!" screamed Adalia, jumping up from the chair and

dumping her daughter on the floor.

     The colonel smiled and pointed to a stool, which a

soldier placed where the chair has been.  Arising from

the stool was a phallic sort of device which Adalia was impaled

on. It took three soldiers to do it,  The upright pillar was

then expanded, like the medieval "vaginal pear", to hold Adalia

tightly against the seat of the stool, the swollen end spanning from

her pubic arch in front to her tail bone behind.  She

could not pull off it without breaking bones.  "Stop

crying,Adalia.  You are only delaying things."  When

she did not stop soon enough, he pushed a button,

sending a jolt of electricity through her pelvis,

eliciting a blood-curdling scream.  Shuddering, Adalia

managed to stop crying.  "Now, Dulcinea, lie across

your mommy's lap.  That's  a good girl.  Try to look

happy.  There's no point in resisting."  When she was

properly posed, and the cameras all in place and

recording, Esteban was told to perform.  When he

protested, they implanted an electrode, a needle, in

his scrotum and another up his ass.  One jolt, which

had him rolling on the floor, convinced him to do as

he was told.  It only took a few minutes to record

how Dulcinea was deflowered by her brother, while her

mother held her down.

     The colonel looked at his watch.  "I think we've done

a good day's work.  Take the prisoners back to their

cells, and we'll resume tomorrow morning."

     At dawn, Dulcinea was taken, still naked, of course,

to a doctor's examination room and strapped down on a

gynecological examination table, her feet in stirrups,

her crotch fully exposed.  "Now, Dulcinea, this won't

take long.  Then we'll let you have something to eat

and let you rest a while.  I take it you didn't get

much sleep last night."  She nodded, clearly confused

and frightened.  The cameraman got a good close-up of

her frightened face; the general would like that.

"Now, just relax as best you can.  I'll even give you

an anesthetic, so it won't hurt too badly.  Be a brave

girl." First, he shaved off what little pubic hair she

had and washed her genital area with antiseptic soap.

Then he inserted a vaginal speculum and forced the

jaws apart, so her girlish vagina was gaping open, and

her pink cervix could be clearly seen when strong light

was properly adjusted.  He paused a moment so the

cameraman could get close-ups.  Then, with a long

needle, he injected an anesthetic and muscle relaxant

into her cervix and swabbed a topical anesthetic over

her inner and outer labia.  Anterior to the stretched

vagina was her clitoris, covered by a hood where the

inner labia joined.  Deftly, the colonel slit open the

hood, exposing the pink clitoris.  Dulcinea protested

that it hurt, but the colonel tried to reassure her.

"You see, Dulcinea, what we are going to do will mean

that no young man will be able to put his penis into

you again, the way your brother did.  To compensate

for that, we're going to do you a favor and give you

an alternate source of sexual satisfaction.  He fitted

a little rubber cover over her exposed clitoris and

stitched up the hood again, so all that was visible

was a little rubber post about 2 cm. long, with two

tiny wires exposed at the end.  Next the colonel took

a shiny metal probe and thrust it into the tiny

orifice of the cervix.  Patiently, he pushed until the

tapered probe had dilated the opening to about 5 mm.

He switched to another device and stretched the

opening more, to 7 or 8 mm diameter. Dulcinea whined

and complained, but there was nothing she could do but

bear whatever was done to her.  The colonel then

picked up a strange rubbery thing, a tube about 10 cm.

long with a golf-ball-sized swelling in the middle.

He threaded one end of the tube through the dilated

cervix and pushed until the ball pressed against the

cervix.  Then he sutured the inner labia closed down

their entire length, so the only openings were a small

one, for the "flag pole" marking her clitoris, another

opposite her urethra, so she could urinate, and

another, just big enough for the end of the cervical

tube.  He screwed another tube into the exposed end,

and then he sewed up the outer labia, again leaving

only three small openings.   He connected a large

syringe to the exposed tube and injected about 75 ml.

of  honey-like liquid, clamping the tube closed before

disconnecting the syringe. Dulcinea complained, but it

did no good.  "And now, you are going to get some

really nice, womanly breasts."  He held each breast,

hardly bigger than a lemon, while he injected it in

several places.  "Hormones," he said.  "Now," he said

to a male assistant, take her out and give her a nice

breakfast and let her rest on a comfortable cot before

you take her back to her cell.  I'm not a sadist.  I

only inflict pain when I have to to achieve my

purpose."

     Next came Calida.  She was bleary eyed and bruised

from trying to sleep on the rocky floor of her cell,

and she had urine and shit on her.  "Clean her up and

give her some clothes.  She's going to give some

political speeches."

     "No, that would be treason.  I won't do it."

     "Very well, Calida.  It isn't worth the trouble to

coerce you by torture, not now.  Take her down to the

glory hole."

     The glory hole was at one end of the enlisted men's

barracks.  Calida was made to kneel facing a sheet of

plywood with a hole about nine centimeters in

diameter, just about chin height, when they had

strapped her down.  For the rest of the day, soldiers

would come and stick their penises through the hole,

not caring who was on the other side, as long as she

sucked until they ejaculated in her mouth.  "That's

all the food you'll get for a while, so you had better

swallow," said the colonel.  A fixed TV camera

monitored her activities.  He thrust a mental wand, an

electrode, into her vagina, taping it to the hose

which still hung from her anus. "If I think you are

not working hard enough, Calida, you can imagine what

will happen.  First we fill you up, and then we shock

you so hard you'll shit out your mouth. Understand?"

She nodded yes, as her mouth was already full.

     Adalia, the ex-president's wife, similarly declined

to make treasonous speeches, so she was taken, naked

of course, to a work bench.  They forced her to bend

over, while the colonel tightened a large vice around

her breasts, holding her in place, bent at the hips.

A meter-long pole was taped to her

ankles, to keep her legs spread.  "Oh, I nearly

forgot," said the colonel.  "We can't have our men

getting shit on their dicks.  Give her a couple of

high, hot, soapy enemas before you let the lads fuck

her ass.  And every hour, cane her ass, one the first

hour, two the second, and so on."

     The ex-president's son, Esteban, had no tits to put

in a vice, but his testicles were easy to tie down,

forcing him to his knees, and a collar around his neck

kept him bent over, like his mother.  He, too, got the

enema treatment, followed by a water- filled balloon

which slowly grew inside him until it forced its way

out his anus, stretching it in the process. Then the

colonel came by and, satisfied with the arrangements,

poured "eau d'estrus", bitch scent, on Esteban's anus.

"Let the dogs have him," he said, as the TV recorded

a huge German shepherd dog mounting him and plunging a

20 cm. penis into his ass.   After a few strokes, the

base of the dog's penis swelled up like a tennis ball,

and the two were locked together for half an hour or

so, until the swollen penis finally pulled free of the

tortured anus.  Another dog awaited, and another,

until sun down.

     Ramona  was the last to be "treated for the sin of

pride".  The colonel led her, naked, of course, around

to see the others, except for Dulcinea, who was

sleeping.  "I don't want to cause you unnecessary

pain," said the colonel.  "You were a member of the

cabinet.  I think you should make a speech, denouncing

the corruption in the inner circles of your

government."

     "You know I will never do that."

     "You never married, did you?"

     "No."

     "Are you a lesbian?"

     "No."

     "I think you will be."  He led her to the women's

barracks and left her to the mercies of a half dozen

hardened female sergeants, along with two cameramen.

The sergeants had strap-on rubber penises, and they

used them on all three of Ramona's holes.

     The next few days, things went fairly similarly.

Each morning, Dulcinea got her injections, until her

uterus contained about 5 liters of plastic, and her

belly looked as if she was nine months pregnant.  Her

breasts, injected daily with both hormones and plastic

foam, hung like wineskins, with swollen nipples, ready

to breast feed the baby which never was.  She was

dutifully videotaped, clad in a revealing hospital

gown, a juvenile about to give birth to the product of

an incestuous sexual union with her brother, aided by

her deranged mother.  The only bright spot in her life

was when she was allowed to masturbate, fingering

herself, on camera, moving the little "joy stick",

which barely protruded from her sealed vulva, until

she had a satisfying orgasm.

     The others took turns in rotation at the various

places.  Esteban had to suck dicks at the glory hole;

the soldiers did not know or care who, or what gender,

was sucking the semen from them, as long as they got

to ejaculate into a mouth.  Adalia got raped by dogs,

and so forth, until they had each experienced the

various lessons in "pride management."  Properly

docile, the adults were permitted to act out their

various roles, reading scripts by the colonel and

filmed in authentic locales, mostly in the

presidential palace. Adalia sucked her son's penis,

and he fucked  her.  They confessed to looting the

treasury, sending money to secret Swiss bank

accounts, which the colonel's men, of course, emptied.

They confessed to misleading the people, running a

government which, while justified by Marxist ideology,

was, practically speaking, no different than the

previous fascist government. Like the fascists, the

communists tortured and murdered their opponents,

following the ancient precedent which dates back at

least as far as The Terror of the French Revolution.

The present fascist government would not, of course,

be mentioned, as these confessions were supposed to be

intimate family conversations during the Communist

regime, "accidently" recorded by security surveillance

cameras.

     Officially, the fascists never did catch the ex-

president or his family.  They were tried in absentia,

convicted by the testimony of supposed household

servants and "old tapes" reportedly discovered in

archives in the palace.  Politically, the trials were

an unqualified success.  The number of  land owners

assassinated and the power lines destroyed dropped to

unprecedented lows.

     Of course the sentences, either death or life

imprisonment, were never imposed, as the defendants

were long gone from the country; the colonel rewarded

their cooperation, as long as they concealed their

true identities.  Esteban, with his permanently erect

penis, ran an escort service for widows and divorcees

in Argentina.  The exiled president and Adalia  lived

quietly in Switzerland, on money from a numbered

account the colonel did not extract from his victims.

Ramona  became the editor of a small Marxist magazine

in Rome, a job she kept by being the submissive slave

of the owner evenings and weekends.  Calida, with her

fashion model looks still intact, despite weeks of

sexual abuse, ran a brothel in Tel Aviv.  Dulcinea,

who had grown to enjoy her "pregnancy", was very well

paid in a sex club in Rotterdam which catered to

fetishists.  She specialized in clients who wanted to

butt-fuck a pregnant woman, and her pregnancy was

eternal, so the money really rolled in.



               [End]



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