Soldier: 2050 A.D. Part 2
Three days passed after Ford had been awoken by the voice, and all he could do was move around the stuffy, worn down room. The voice didn’t speak again, and there was no visible way out. No doors. The windows were fake. The only clue as to the passage of time was a small clock mounted on one wall. When he wasn’t searching for a way out, or focused on how hungry he was, he slept on the thin, uncomfortable cot.
When he woke on the fourth day, he was in a different place. This time, he was cuffed to a table in a clean white room. He had been placed in a pair of tight cut off gray shorts and nothing else. That is when he heard the scratchy voice. His head was pounding and he needed to relieve himself.
"Where the hell am I?" were the only words he could manage to form.
"Are you Lieutenant Darren Ford?" The voice asked simply. Ford looked around only seeing a black speaker box mounted on the wall across from him, and an old school video camera pointed at him. Ford's head hurt so bad it was all he could do to answer. "Yes!"
The speaker was silent for several long moments.
"Where am I?" Ford demanded. The pounding in his head intensified. "Ughhh..."
"You do not ask questions, Mr. Ford."
After a few long moments, the pounding returned to its previous, still distractingly painful level. The black box buzzed again. "What is your mission?"
Ford frowned. "I don't...I don't have a mission. My transport c-crashed."
Something under the table hummed. The need to relieve himself increased suddenly, so much he was sure he was about to make a mess. But it didn't happen. Instead the urge steadily increased until Ford was almost writhing on the hard stool, pulling on his cuffs.
"We've found that relatively simple sensations are often enough to loosen a man's tongue, when applied long enough." The box buzzed. "But, if not, we CAN use harsher methods."
"What are you doing to me?!" Ford cried as the pain radiated again and he felt a surge of warm liquid dripping through his shorts.
"A demonstration, Mr. Ford." the box explained. "What is your mission?"
"I-I told you. I'm not on any mission!"
"Your resistance is unfortunate."
The pounding in Ford's head increased until he thought his head would explode. "Argghhh!"
"These devices access the pain centers of your brain. We can create pain in any area of your body. Observe." Without warning, white hot agony exploded in the tip of Ford's penis, no where else. "Ahh! AHHHHH!" The burning white hot pain lasted only a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity.
"Now. Your mission?"
"I...I told you I dont have a fucking mission!" Ford snapped. Suddenly, it felt like his left testicle was being pressed in a vice.
"Sure of that, Darren?" Said the voice, for the first time using his name! The pressure on his left nut increased until Ford was panting. Then another white hot explosion of agony enveloped the helpless orb. The pain was so intense he looked down to make sure he wasn't bleeding. "Please Stop!" Ford shouted, "I'll tell you! We-we were supposed to conduct reconnaissance of the border. We were told about a military buildup." Ford admitted.
The voice didn't respond immediately, but the pain in his ball ceased.
"Interesting," it finally said. "But, a soldier as well trained as you...would not break so easily." Ford blinked, not expecting that. "Therefore you MUST be lying."
Ford shook his head. "N-no..."
His headache flared, and an intense agonizing pain flared at the base of his thick penis. The pain slowly moved up along its length, to the tip, and then back to the base. "AGH-AGGHHHH! AHHH!" The pain continued, moving slowly, methodically up and down the length of his manhood, ripping scream after scream from Ford's throat. "Consider your next statements more carefully, Darren. We will continue this conversation...in the morning." The speaker box turned off, but the pain didn't stop...
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