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“You must understand, Doctor, that the African male is a very proud beast. All social interaction resolves around the male as leader and being superior to all. Therefore our interrogation techniques were specifically designed to exploit this weakness and misperception.
“The threat of demonstrating the fallibility of the powerful male and gradual emasculation proved to be a very effective interrogation technique.
“So when a captured rebel soldier was believed to possess valuable information, he was turned over to our department, which incidentally was staffed solely with women. We were instructed that the quality and thoroughness of information obtained was more important than the timing. Therefore, we had complete discretion concerning methodology, as long as the results were accurate and useful. And they consistently were.
“We never failed to break a prisoner.”
[With this strongly emphasized statement, Jasmine paused from her feeding and smiled with the seemingly pleasant reflection.]
“The typical prisoner arrived in the deep basement of intelligence headquarters restrained in a medical strait jacket, and nothing else except ankle cuffs and a short hobbling chain. From the waist down, he was exposed. And the reaction of the proud soldier to being so exposed to pretty, young, female handlers was interesting. I enjoyed most those who became erect despite their efforts to control themselves. Those were the prisoners who, when broken, gave us the most information.
“I can also tell you, Doctor, that after the uprising ended, I received very humble correspondence from some of those, and I still do to this day..., but that’s another story.
“So the prisoners lined up and the staff of interrogators chose their subject. There was an unwritten hierarchy among the interrogators based on seniority, but for the most part I was never disappointed with those placed in my charge. The feeling of power is incredibly heady. And when you look straight into the face of a half naked, restrained, young male and tie a control leash around his scrotum, the rush is indescribable.
“The psycholog
ical games were very well designed and effective. Most prisoners arrived on Monday. And it was explained to the prisoners that Sunday would be interview day. In the interim, silence was enforced while the interrogators established control. On Sunday, after some six days of torment, the prisoner was given an opportunity to talk. If he provided useful information, he was released. If not, he spent another week with us.
“Rarely did anyone intentionally spend another week by remaining silent. On occasion, we would recycle some poor, young male to demonstrate our resolve or perhaps because an interrogator particularly enjoyed tormenting him. But for the most part, when Sunday came about they sang like canaries.”
[Boy finishes the mush. Jasmine places the bowl on the table and slowly lowers the cable until Boy’s knees touch the rubber-coated floor. Jasmine guides Boy’s head forward and downward as the cable slackens. When it rests on the floor, the frame is unhooked and Jasmine mercifully releases Boy from his bonds including his neck collar. Surprisingly, when Jasmine slides the metal pipe down Boy’s spine, a ‘plopping’ sound reveals that a steel plug, welded to the bottom of the pipe, had been penetrating Boy’s anus for the entire time of his suspension. Thus Boy’s weight was borne not only by his arms and separated thighs, but also partially by the sizeable shiny, steel, butt plug. Jasmine notices my look of surprise.]
“We keep Boy opened for a variety of reasons.”
[With that brief explanation, Boy is completely freed of all bonds. It is the only time of the day when his arms are not cruelly secured behind his back. But he remains motionless, kneeling on all fours. The daily regimen is well ingrained, and I notice that his thighs remain well separated. It seems at all times he endeavors to display his mammoth testicles and bejeweled penis to the female sex.
Jasmine positions herself directly in front of Boy. With her hands on her hips, she makes a very imposing figure, a dark skinned Goddess exuding power and strength. Boy lowers his head and kisses her feet. A long, pink tongue then appears and licks. Jasmine resumes her story as Boy, in what appears to be a well practiced ritual, slowly moves his head up, applying long, slow, affectionate laps with his tongue to well muscled calves.]
“Well, Doctor, you can imagine what a group of dominant aggressive women would do to restrained males. Our training and tactics revolved around the male organ. In Nigeria, as in most African countries, circumcision is not common. In fact, it is disdained as abnormal, considered as a disfigurement, which subjects the male to ridicule, an opening to question his masculinity.
“So, to establish authority, I routinely removed the foreskin of my subject. Not done in a normal manner you understand, but instead, with me standing between the legs of a completely shaven, very well restrained prisoner. I learned to work the scalpel slowly and developed a technique that left the prisoner’s penis cut high and tight. This involved removing every centimeter of flesh I could gather. There was no anesthesia of course. And when and if a prisoner fainted, I merely waited until he was revived to complete the procedure.
“This painful operation created the bond which the interrogator needed with the prisoner. My power and control was established with the proud male mentally vanquished.
“And it was made quite clear to the prisoner that other alterations could be performed. I, for one, relished explaining how easy it was to remove the testicles. ‘Quicker than circumcision,’ I would casually quip. And the shock would cause the horrid reality of complete helplessness to settle into the psyche of the prisoner. A woman was in complete control of his precious organs! And with the excruciating pain of the circumcision and the high and tight cut, he knew there was no bluffing.
“The days following the operation were used to further establish control. Feeding the prisoner, assisting with bodily functions, changing bandages with close inspection of the incision.
“Toward the end of the week, if I felt the prisoner remained reluctant, I would mark the sides of his scrotum with a felt tipped pen. Then graphically describe the simple incisions, snipping of nerves and blood vessels, and removal of the precious organs, which would render him permanently neutered.
“By Saturday, the prisoners were ready to provide whatever information they could. In fact, most were eager. But for those rare exceptions where a recalcitrant prisoner expressed resistance, we had one long-term prisoner we kept as a pet. Neutered and feminized, one of his duties was to provide oral service to the prisoners choosing to remain silent. And while the reluctant prisoner fought the contrasting emotions of pleasure in having his genitals licked with the mental torment of having it done by a man, or former man, I would explain that it could easily be his next function. The interrogation unit could easily accommodate another servile eunuch with an agile tongue.”
“It was a very effective and persuasive procedure.”
[Boy’s tongue reached Jasmine’s thighs. Her hands patted the top of his head and stroked the simple but effeminately styled hair. With a smile, she parted her feet and she lifted the rubber apron so it rested on Boy’s coiffure.]
“Given the time, I could elaborate much more on the games we played. Having complete control and active libidos, Doctor, you can imagine the uses to which we put our prisoners. Some had very good tongues, and that’s where I discovered the delights of oral pleasure.
“You see I have an extremely large clitoris. Therefore, as Boy has discovered, I find direct oral stimulation to be much more pleasurable than vaginal penetration. And ever since those days in the Nigerian military I have preferred the lips and tongue of the subjugated male over any other sexual activity.”
[Jasmine stopped and grinned. Boy’s tongue had evidently encountered the aforementioned part of the female anatomy and the thrilling wave of pleasure was apparent. Her feet slipped further apart. Boy’s head bobbed earnestly. After a few moments, Jasmine regained some composure.]
“Boy’s tongue is particularly attentive this morning. He knows he’s going to be milked and wants to show his gratitude.”
[Jasmine silently allowed Boy to pleasure her oversized clitoris. Her hands, initially on top of his head, moved after a few moments to his ears. There she worked her fingers under his hair, grabbed the fleshy protrusions and aggressively pulled his head between her thighs. The sounds of wet tongue and lips became louder as Jasmine’s pleasure mounted.
Finally, with her thigh muscles contracting noticeably, Jasmine groaned and abruptly shoved Boy away. She resumed her story.]
