`Well done sergeant. Usual questioning, then send him back over the border` `Yessir`
In fact Sgt Kovinsky knew the guy only too well. He'd been a day labourer at the family farm, and the sergeant's sister became fond of him. Very fond. Father wasn't too pleased, but she thought her brother would understand. She told him Kudar was coming back for her, to take her back home and marry her. Then perhaps to get papers for Germany. As the sergeant saw it, he now had the guy who was going to carry his sister away, ravish her and sell her into white slavery. All his. Until his shift ended at 8 next morning. Plenty of time for a trained interrogator to make sure that the guy was in no shape ever even to think about seeing his sister again, and if he did, she wouldn't want to know. He was a fit guy, but an 8-hour shift was enough to destroy him. He wasn't even sure he'd bother with the electro. Nothing he needed to know. Sgt Kovinsky just wanted to get his whip into action. He loved the feeling it gave him as his arms flexed, and got pumped. Then it spread to his back. His lats would flare, and he'd feel the sweat making his waistband wet. He'd loosen it and swing with even more deliberate aim. He liked it best if he stripped the guy naked and shucked his own pants off too. He'd keep his cap on of course, his badge of authority, even though that would darken with sweat
the guy would be slumped, his back totally tramtracked with bloody slashes. The sergeant would turn him round, for some front work. The guy would flex in defiance and say `I want Elena and she will be mine` Wrong words fella. The sergeant would grab his balls and feel them, rolling them around between his fingers. The guy would say `They will give you your nieces and nephews`. Some guys just don't get it, do they? The sergeant would pull the table over to the guy, and wire his balls up. Half hour later it was definitely `Byebye nieces and nephews` and the electrodes would be going up his arse for good measure
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