The Return Of Laura

After a vicious coup, a military regime had taken over the country. It was headed by a ruthless man known in public as Generalisimo. The press and anyone who spoke against the regime was repressed.

In such a situation, Professor Laura Castellanos, a 45-year-old social activist and renowned figure among the country's intellectual, used her position to expose the regime. She spoke her mind in a speech at her university. Her fiery speech was highly inciting and inspired the students. She encouraged people to oppose the dictatorship, and a demonstration was held at the end of her speech.

That night, when she went home, several agents in plain clothes were waiting at her door. They arrested her without causing any ruckus, pushing her into a car. Laura was afraid. She kept asking questions about her arrest and where they were taking her, but no one answered. The car went to a prison outside the city.

At the prison, they took her to a small room, where she waited for interrogation. After a long wait, they finally took her to a room where a young strong man awaited her. "Professor Laura Castellanos, I'd say it's a real pleasure to finally meet you," the young man sneered. Laura had a plan to stare at whoever tried to intimidate her with a steely gaze, to let them know she is strong and can't be broken. But for some reason she didn't feel like doing it. The best she could do was faking a frown.

The interrogation room was relatively big, but almost empty. There was a single chair and a small table on one side, and a water faucet, some pieces of hose, and what looked like a plastic tub on the other side.

"Put all your belongings on the table." the man ordered.

Laura complied without thinking, placing her purse on the table. The young interrogator, tall and muscular, watched her, his smug expression hinting at a perverse satisfaction in her compliance. He sat on the chair, his eyes scanning Laura with a disrespectful leer.

"That includes your clothes too!" he shouted.

Laura got scarred. She had planned to resist and protest any mistreatment, and was shy about her body. She wished some anger would rise within her, that her pride and strong personality would stop her from compliance. But there was no such thing. All she felt was fear.

"What do you mean?" she asked out of desperation, her voice wavering, hoping to hear something different from him this time.

"Are you stupid?" the man shouted, "Strip!"

Laura tried to keep her wits and avoid submission, but all she could say with trembling voice was, "I'm a university professor, not a common criminal."

"Oh! You think you are special! So high class! You are here exactly because you don't know your place. We'll fix that tonight. Now, do what I say, or else!"

The interrogator's voice echoed in the room, his words cutting through Laura, like a knife through butter. The interrogation hadn't begun yet, but she already felt broken. She couldn't understand where her bravery and resolve had gone off to.

She slowly began to undo the buttons of her blouse, one by one, her hands trembling with fear and shame. As she took off her blouse, the man's leer grew more pronounced. She could feel his hunger for power, his desire to break her spirit, and tried to not give him the pleasure. She stood in her bra, and looked him straight in the eye. "Is this what you want?" She yelled, trying to sound brave and angry.

"No." the man answered smiling, as if he had read the trick in her mind, "I want you to strip fully naked. Loose what you have left."

Laura felt helpless. Before coming to prison, she couldn't see herself so desperate and submissive in her worst nightmares, as if her resolve and will to resist was stolen. And now, the interrogator wasn't buying her act, so she saw no other way but to submit.

She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall away from her breasts. The interrogator's gaze remained fix on her, as she slid her skirt down over her hips and stepped out of it, leaving her in nothing but her panties.

"What are you waiting for? Loose it." the interrogator said with a cruel smirk.

With trembling hands, Laura slid her panties down, revealing her entire naked body. His eyes searched her body, as she tried to cover herself with hands. Laura was fat, her breasts were big, and she had a thick hairy bush between her legs.

The interrogator stood up and looked at her like a predator for a few seconds, and then ordered, "On the chair!"

Laura obeyed without thinking, feeling ashamed and praying for some mercy.

The interrogator took a tube of shaving cream, and poured it on Laura's head. Then he took a razor and started shaving her hair off.

The cold, sticky cream coated Laura's scalp, she sat with tears in her eyes, watching her shaved hair falling to the ground. Each swipe of the blade felt like an attempt to strip away her dignity. Clumps of her dark hair fell to the floor, leaving bare skin in their wake.

As the man finished shaving her head hair, he moved to her eyebrows. She felt a part of her identity being peeled away, but couldn't bring herself to protest.

After finishing with her head, the man moved in front of Laura. Pointing at the thick bush between her legs, he said, "You call yourself a professor? You look like a savage woman from a jungle to me! Civilized people shave their public hair you idiot!"

Switching the used blade for a new one, he ordered, "Spread your legs!"

She did as she was told like her body was set to follow orders. She watched in horror as the interrogator lathered the shaving cream over her pubic area, the foam clinging to her curls and making her skin feel sticky.

He started shaving her, his hand moving in swift strokes. The feeling of the razor gliding over her skin was unbearable. Laura clenched her teeth as her tears started to follow. With every stroke, she felt the sting of the blade on her sensitive skin, and couldn't help the soft whimpers that escaped her mouth.

When the interrogator was finally done, he stepped back to admire his handiwork with a sadistic smile.

"Get up and raise your arms!" he ordered.

Laura complied, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than ever before. The man started shaving her hairy armpits. Laura was a busy woman, hardly finding enough time to attend her body. But that didn't matter as long as her body was covered under classy clothes. In this situation however, she was laid bare before a man who was using her own body to humiliate her.

As he finished, he ordered, "Now, bend over, and open your butt cheeks."

Her face was red with embarrassment, but she couldn't find any will to resist, or even say a few words of protest. She bent over, holding her butt cheeks open with hands. She couldn't believe it was really her who was going through with this.

The interrogator chuckled at her compliance. "Ah! What a mess!" he said, as he began shaving her anus. Laura had not shaved there her entire life. The thought of someone seeing her like that was unbearable, let alone touching her most private parts in such a manner.

Her body trembled with each stroke, and she could feel the coolness of the air against her bare anus. She was a woman who had always valued her modesty, and now she was being stripped of it in the most degrading way possible.

When he was finally done, Laura stood, her naked body shivering. He had a look at Laura. A fat woman, shaved from head to toe, was standing in front of him naked.

"Look at you," he said with a sadistic smile. "You're nothing but a hairless beast now. Do you still feel clever, like someone who can inspire people? You can't even inspire yourself to do something!"

Laura felt his words hit her hard. For a moment, she considered his words. She felt like she didn't know herself anymore. Did she ever have the bravery to lead people in a struggle? If so, where had it gone, and why was she broken and obedient like she couldn't have even imagined? Was her former rebellious spirit real, or it was just a mask to cover the selfishness of a woman who wanted to be famous and cheered?

These questions came to her mind one after another. At any rate, she was nothing more than a shivering, naked shell of her former self. Her pride had been stripped away, leaving her feeling empty and miserable.

Cutting her thread of thoughts, the interrogator ordered, "Get down on your arms and knees!"

With a resigned sigh, Laura complied, feeling the coldness of the floor against her palms and knees.

The interrogator moved the chair closer, by her side, and sat. He continued, "Now, let me show you how animal you are," as he grabbed her large breasts, and began squeezing them, like he was milking a cow.

Laura was shocked. Her eyes bulged, as the man ordered, "Moo for me!"

She couldn't bring herself to make such an animalistic sound. It was a line she had never imagined crossing. But the interrogator's grip on her tightened. He spanked her butt hard with a hand, and squeezed her breast with the other even harder, while repeating his order. With a sob, she finally let out a muffled moan that sounded like a pathetic imitation of a cow's cry.

"Louder!" the man shouted.

With each spank, Laura's moan grew louder. The pain and humiliation had joined forced in consuming her soul. She didn't recognize herself anymore.

The interrogator, pleased with her performance, laughed, "That's right, Professor Castellanos, show me how much of a cow you can be." He continued to squeeze and twist her breasts, her painful whimpers filling the cold room.

After a few minutes, which felt like eternity to Laura, he finally stopped. "Now, crawl over to the corner," he said. Laura complied, moving her body to a corner where the water faucet and hose were. She curled up into a ball, trying to make herself as small as possible, her body shaking in fear, pain and shame.

The interrogator gave her what looked and smelled like a medicine in a cup.

"Drink this. Right now!"

The cup was shoved into Laura's hand. The liquid inside smelled faintly of chemicals. Laura hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching for any hint of mercy or humanity in the man's face. Finding none, she swallowed the liquid. The taste was bitter.

"Now, get up you fat lazy animal!"

Laura's got up without a second thought.

"Look at you! Piles of lard in a woman-like shell! Have you done anything in your life but stuffing yourself and speaking words bigger than your own mouth?"

The interrogator's words were like a slap in the face. Laura remained silent, her eyes cast down.

"How much do you weight?"

The question hit Laura like a ton of bricks. She had never considered her weight important, or shared such information even with her friends, but now it felt like it defined her very existence in this hellish room.

"A hundred kilos." she said sobbing.

"A HUNDRED KILOS!!!" The man screamed, "It takes a lifetime of laziness and gluttony to gain that weight!"

The interrogator's words stung. The man's eyes bore into her, challenging her to argue, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

"It's time to move that fat ass fatso! Do jumping jacks! Right now!"

Laura's body felt heavy and sluggish, but she obeyed, trying to ignore the pain that shot through her with each jump. Her breasts bounced as she jumped.

"Faster!" he ordered, as he whipped her ass with a piece of hose.

The pain was intense, but Laura pushed herself to go faster, her arms and legs moving in a clumsy way. Each jump was painful, and it didn't even take a minute until her whole body was covered in sweat. She felt the sweat beads on her head trickling down her naked body at an increasing rate.

"Faster!" he shouted again, as he whipped her ass harder.

Laura's heart was racing in her chest as she endured the pain and humiliation of the exercise. A one-hundred-kilogram frame went up and down with each jump, her breasts slapping against her chest with each movement, and her stomach jiggling with the exertion.

The man kept pushing her to go faster for some time, and whipped her ass hard whenever she slowed down, until Laura reached her limit. She was about to faint when the man decided that was enough. Aside from being extremely tired, she felt nauseous, and also felt a strong need to defecate. She realized that her condition was too strong to be normal, and it was the effect of the drug she was given earlier.

The man placed a large chamber pot in front of her, and said, "Now, empty all your stomach here."

Laura didn't need any motivation this time. She immediately began to vomit hard into the chamber pot, like she was puking her guts out.

The interrogator laughed as he watched her, "You ate and ate all your life. Why not try the opposite once?"

Her body convulsed as she emptied the contents of her stomach into the chamber pot. The acrid smell of bile filled the room, mixing with the scent of shaving cream and sweat. Laura's eyes watered and she gagged, her body desperately trying to purge itself of the toxin he had made her drink.

The interrogator stepped back, his face twisted in disgust, but his eyes never left her. "Keep going, empty all of it."

Laura's stomach contracted violently, like it was expelling everything she had ever eaten. Her body felt like it was turning inside out as she vomited into the pot. The pain was unbearable, and she felt like she was fainting, but couldn't stop.

Laura Finally finished emptying her stomach, as the interrogator watched. He gave her a minute to catch her breath, then continued, "Now, squat down on the chamber pot."

Laura didn't need any more motivation this time either. She felt a strong need to defecate, and was already so humiliated that didn't cared about the eyes which were on her anymore. But as she was about to relieve herself, the man told her, "No, that won't do. No matter how much you push yourself, some shit still remains inside you. So, let's make sure no shit remains inside you anymore."

He grabbed a large enema bag and a tube. Showing them to Laura, he made it clear what was about to happen.

"Open your butt cheeks as wide as possible." he ordered.

With a deep sense of resignation, Laura complied, feeling the cold tip of the tube pressing against her anus. She clenched her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut as he inserted it, the plastic intrusion making her body tense.

The interrogator began to fill her with the liquid, the pressure inside her building with each squeeze of the bag. Laura's stomach lurched, but the tube had a plastic attachment which prevented her from defecating. Laura felt the fluid spread through her colon, the pressure becoming unbearable.

"Please," she whimpered, "I can't hold it anymore."

"Oh! But you will!" the man said victoriously, "We are not even the halfway!"

He continued filling her with the liquid, and Laura could feel her bowels stretching beyond their limits. The pressure was unbearable, and she felt like she was going to split open at any moment. Her stomach kept growing.

"Please, stop," Laura yelled. But the interrogator was relentless. He pushed her down, preventing her from escaping.

"You are full of shit, so you must empty it all, literally as well as figuratively, whether you like it or not."

Shortly after that, the interrogator removed the tube and stepped back, yelling "Now, shit! Shit like you have never shitted before!"

Laura felt the pressure in her bowels release, and a torrent of waste exploded from her. She screamed as the hot, thick fluid filled the pot, her body convulsing badly. The interrogator chuckled behind her, his cruel eyes never leaving her exposed posterior. Laura felt a deep sense of degradation as her body expelled everything possible in one long, agonizing stream. The smell of her own excrement filled the room, mingling with the already disgusting odor.

As the flow slowed to a trickle, Laura's body slumped, exhausted. She felt the interrogator's hand on her stomach, pushing to make sure she was fully emptied. Laura was so weak that she couldn't hold back her urine anymore. She started urinating into the chamber pot.

"Disgusting!" the interrogator said, his eyes filled with sadistic pleasure. "Look at yourself. You are a living cesspool!"

At this point, Laura had completely emptied herself in front of him - physically and mentally. She fell on the floor, panting and crying. The man took the chamber pot away, then picked a hose and sprayed Laura with cold water. The sudden burst of cold water made Laura scream. Ignoring her pain, the man washed all the shaving cream, shaved hair, her excrement and urine away, until Laura was as clean as she could get under such circumstances.

"Stand up," the interrogator ordered. Laura slowly complied, her legs felt wobbly and she felt light. He opened the door, and said "Follow me."

Laura followed him without any hesitation. She had no will of her own anymore. She could hardly remember the person she used to be. Her former cause, her ideals, her values... none of them made sense anymore. She had turned pale, and felt completely empty, physically and mentally, as if she had ejected her soul from her body along with all that shit and vomit. She couldn't even understand how she had got into that mess. Even from the start she had no will to resist, and had blindly followed all orders, no matter how humiliating. She began to wonder if she even had any dignity, cause, ideals, values, or anything like that in the first place.

She wondered if the interrogator was right; that she was a sham, a snob woman trying to pretend she was some brave leader, while she had been a coward who merely tried to cover her insecurities by political outcries.

The interrogator led her to a room. There was a large mirror there, as tall as a person.

"Stand in front of that mirror," he said, his voice gentle, almost friendly, for the first time they had met, "Take a good long look. Tell me what you see. You can speak your mind freely here. I assure you that there are no consequences if you speak your true feelings. Just be honest, with yourself and me."

Laura stared at the mirror, her eyes red from crying, her face pale and her body shaking. The mirror showed a reflection she didn't recognize. Her hair was gone, her body was shaved and bruised, and she was completely naked, not even an ounce of dignity remained on her. She searched her reflection for the professor who had stood so proudly before her students, but all she saw was a broken creature, stripped of everything that had once made her feel powerful.

"Well, what do you see?" the interrogator asked softly.

"I see a weak, pathetic creature," she murmured, the words barely audible.

"That much is clear." the man said with satisfaction, "I didn't bring you here to state the obvious. Everyone can see your outer shell, which was a classy lady before, and now this. I mean look deeper, look into your soul. Tell me what you see. How you ended up like this."

Laura looked into the mirror, trying to find any shred of the person she once knew. The reflection staring back at her was a hollow shell of her former self. The woman in the mirror had no spark in her eyes, no fire in her soul. All she saw was defeat.

"I see a hypocrite," she said with anger, her voice finding some emotion for the first time, "A Liar, a snob selfish who can't hide anything anymore... someone who used her position to pose as a hero, while she was just a weak, stupid egomaniac, trying to cover her true self by acting like a militant activist."

The interrogator nodded, "Good. Honesty is the first step to redemption. You see, Laura, that's where you went wrong. You didn't want to truly help people. You wanted power and adoration. And now, here you are, not able to hide anything anymore. Tell me, whose fault is this? Who is to blame for your current situation?"