After a time the two cops who'd punished her previously opened up the cell and pushed her to one side, one locking the heavy door behind them. This time they were carrying canes rather than the whips they'd used before. She hadn't noticed the chains hanging from a hook in the ceiling until they manhandled her into position directly under them.

One of the men pulled her sarong off so she was naked and shivering with a combination of cold and fear.

He lifted her bodily off the floor while the other adjusted the looped chains round her wrists which left her suspended about a foot from the stone floor.

The two men then violated their captive by running their hands all over her body, pushing their fingers into her cunt and her anus, kneading her tits and then spitting in her face. It was done with a cold indifference; all in a day's work, just routine.

'We need your confession and we don't want to spend long on a drug-smuggling bitch like you.'

They pushed her body so she swung like a deadweight carcass.

'I can't confess to something I didn't do,' she managed to say despite a dry mouth.

This was greeted with a stroke of the cane from one of the men which landed directly across her breasts and made her scream. Extreme nausea accompanied the searing pain.

'Perhaps you should try again.'

The pain made it hard for Amelia to say anything very coherent but she tried to beg for mercy between sobs and groans.

'A simple confession, nothing more and nothing less, we don't need a speech.'

Thwack! The other man standing behind her placed a stroke across her already ravaged arse. They were able to stroll round her and strike her from any angle.

The man who had so far done all the talking said, 'all you have to do is repeat after me: I confess. It's as simple as that. Then you sign a document upstairs which will be produced at your trial. It simplifies the whole process.'

Despite her agony Amelia, blonde hair matted on her wet face, tried to resist, imagining the scene in a court room and the sentence being pronounced by a bewigged judge...the hard labor that would follow...for who knew how many years.'

One of the policemen seemed to enjoy caning her tits.

He took his cane back over shoulder height and crashed it across her cone-shaped jugs where a purple stripe was already emblazoned, making them quiver with the force.

'Aghhhhhh!' As soon as Amelia could catch her breath she cried, 'I confess. I confess.'

She could bear no more on such a tender part of her body but no sooner had she uttered the words than she felt the shame of betraying herself.

She realized too there was no guarantee they would stop the torture even though they had what they wanted...they were the only witnesses to what happened between two men with brute power and authority and a woman with none behind a closed door in a subterranean cell out of sight and out of mind. Any claim she made about being abused would be dismissed in court, she was sure of that...

To her immense relief one took her weight while the other untied her shackled wrists and she felt life return to her arms.

But her respite was short lived.

They turned her upside down, secured her ankles, gathered up the chains to hoist her higher than before, then let her swing free like a human pendulum. It was clear this was a well-practiced routine. When they took off their trousers and stood either side of her head she was at just the right height for their purpose.

Each thrust his cock towards her and Amelia sucked one then the other knowing more caning, or worse, would follow if she didn't please them both. Every so often the swing of the chains took her mouth away from the cock she was sucking and her tongue was left licking thin air; although this was beyond her control she was cursed and punched by her captors.

When the first load of semen rushed into her mouth she struggled against the motion of the chains to keep it in though some dribbled from her lips and ran down her chin.

His colleague waited for her to swallow all she could before thrusting his cock back between her sticky lips so she could make him cum. She could feel he was near to orgasm because his cock twitched and became stiffer still and moments later she felt another rush of warm semen flood her mouth.

Amelia gulped and swallowed repeatedly to make room for more and this time nothing dribbled away. They made her lick their dicks clean then left her hanging upside down as they smoked cigarettes and muttered to each other just beyond her hearing. She must have slept or passed out because she remembered nothing until she heard them abusing her again and stubbing out their cigarettes on her nipples.

...the return of consciousness brought with it excruciating pain in every part of her body as well as a pounding sensation in her head.

When they took her down from the chains Amelia could scarcely move because of her pain and stiffness. They told her to lie on the dirty mattress and she found herself shuffling with bowed legs across the stone floor, hardly able to put one foot before the other. The mattress, which she reached eventually, smelt of urine but they told her to lie on her back and spread her legs like a whore.

One of the cops took his revolver from his holster and inserted the cold barrel deep in Amelia's cunt, looking up to see the laughter this would cause.

'A new kind of Russian roulette,' he quipped.

Amelia was terrified.

When he squeezed the trigger to discover the chamber was empty, there was a roar of general laughter from his colleague.

Amelia broke out in a cold sweat feeling lucky to be alive despite her general wretchedness. She took this as a welcome sign that her spirit was not entirely broken but her ordeal was not over.

She heard the door being unlocked and two more cops entered the cell and stripped immediately. One guy lay on his back and pulled Amelia on top of him penetrating her cunt while another leaned over her and used her back passage. Another positioned himself so she could suck his cock and the fourth took her hand and made her masturbate him, thus she managed to service all four.

To have all her orifices filled in this way was degrading and humiliating but better than suffering the severe pain she'd experienced hanging from the chains.