Part 71 (1/2)

”I don't share your expertise, Thakur, so my opinion may not be valid.

Still, it sounds appropriate to me.”

”So be it, then.” Cortin smiled at him, approvingly. ”Would you like to help? You seemed to enjoy yourself as much as an Inquisitor would, and Mike doesn't have that particular quirk; he helps because he loves me, not because he likes the work.”

Keith hesitated briefly before answering. ”It surprises me, Thakur, that I did enjoy it. But I would not displace Captain Odeon from something that brings you two close.”

Cortin looked at her second in command. ”What do you think, Mike?”

”If he wants it, he's got it,” Odeon replied promptly. Turning to the Sandeman, he went on. ”As she says, I don't have the mental quirk that lets me like hurting people; I'd be glad to get out of the job.”

”It seems I do,” Keith said. ”At least since she wants this one to hurt, I took a great deal of pleasure in causing him as much pain as I could.”

”It's all yours, then,” Odeon said promptly. ”With my thanks, by the way--which I'll demonstrate later, if you want.”

”In the meantime,” Cortin said, ”I'm hungry. Let's go up to supper.”

Return to main storyline: 31. Explanation

30c. Torture (Odeon's point of view)

Maybe an hour after Cortin began her preliminary examination, Odeon glanced toward the observation room, raised a hand in acknowledgement when he saw the light on above the window, and spoke softly to Cortin.

”Someone in the observation room, Excellency.”

She turned that way. ”Colonel Bradford?”

”Yes,” Bradford replied over the intercom, ”with Ranger Medart and Lt.

DarElwyn.”

”If you'd care to, you're welcome to join me in here.”

”Thank you, Excellency.” Moments later, the three entered the large room, while Odeon hid his surprise. Joanie didn't normally allow anyone around during a third-stage session except Odeon himself or another Inquisitor!

”The interview went all right?” Cortin asked.

”Quite well,” Bradford replied. ”I'll get the operation moving as soon as I get back to my office.”

”Good--thanks, both of you.” Cortin turned back to her prisoner, still addressing the observers. ”This one's nothing special, except in the number of his crimes and the fact that he wanted witnesses until he got to the last victim in each series. It was the rapes that were his particular thrill; the murders were enjoyable, but more of a side effect. So I'll be concentrating on the punishment for rape.”

Although he'd been her a.s.sistant for a little over a year, Odeon--as Illyanov had predicted--still didn't like the work; he helped only because he loved Cortin, and there were things her own torture and maiming by the Brothers had left her physically unable to do, until Jeshua, and later Shayan, had healed those injuries. She could do most of them now, everything that didn't require a man's extra muscle, and he could've asked to be excused, but she liked having him around, and they were both used to the routine. So he stayed--though part of him regretted the end of his three-week ”vacation”, studying with DeLayne.

Keith, unlike Odeon--and Medart, from his expression--seemed to have a true appreciation of Cortin's intent and ability. Not, Odeon told himself, that he should be surprised; from his studies, Sandemans considered it perfectly honorable to torture a captured enemy for information, and certain offenses against honor or custom demanded the offender's lingering death. But they were more direct about it; a beating was the usual method.

It was several hours before Cortin was satisfied with the prisoner's general condition: his entire body except the genital region so bruised or abraded that even a light touch brough curses.

She stepped back to survey him, then smiled at her audience. ”That takes care of the preliminaries; now we can get to the real punishment.” She went to a cabinet, removed a vial and syringe.

”This is eroticine,” she said, forcing the liquid in the vial down her prisoner's throat. ”In small doses, it's a male aphrodisiac. In larger ones, like this, it forces an erection and increases s.e.m.e.n production by several hundred percent. He has no way to stimulate o.r.g.a.s.m, so that is forced out by simple hydraulic pressure--quite uncomfortable, I've been a.s.sured. This dose is oral, so he'll be that way for about twelve hours.” She picked up a syringe, cleared it of air. ”And this is algetin, a pain-enhancer that's most effective on swollen tissue such as an erection. It's a combination I think particularly appropriate for a rapist.”