By Aussielthrbiker

I was on vacation on Santiago, Chile. It was a great city and I loved just walking around just being a part of the city. I was walking through the pedestrian area in the city centre when I passed a Carabineros (police) van. The two officers beside the van were like many Chilean men, dark haired, brown eyed and very cute. As I passed one of them called something to me in Spanish. My Spanish isn’t very good and I turned and automatically responded “Huh?” He then repeated in English, “May I see your passport please.” I remembered reading that I was supposed to carry my passport at all times but I’d left it in the safe in my hotel room – I explained this to officers and offered to show them another form of ID.

They told me that they would need to take me to my hotel to get my passport. I thought fine; it meant I got to spend some time with these hunky guys in uniform. One then produced a set of chain style handcuffs and told me to put my hands behind my back. He explained that he was required to handcuff me because I had broken the law but everything would be fine as soon as I collected my passport. I went hard as I felt the cold steel of the cuffs being locked on my wrists; which were cuffed with my palms facing out. I have a definite thing for handcuffs but had never been handcuffed for real before. They then pushed me into the back of the van and locked the door. There were no windows in the back of the van, so I had no idea where I was going – the feeling of being locked in the back of a police van, handcuffed was incredible!

My hotel was a little was out of the city centre and took a little while to get there – I heard the sound of driving into an underground car park. The door to the back of the van was opened and I was helped out. We headed to the lift and I hoped no one would see me before we got to my room – the officers had declined to remove the handcuffs until they physically saw my passport. We arrived at my room and I managed to get the door open while still handcuffed behind my back. Opening the safe proved a bit of challenge but I managed it. One of the officers picked up my passport and checked it over, however, they made no move to remove the handcuffs.

They explained to me that they would now need to take me to the police station to complete some paperwork. As they explained this was South America and in South America there is always paperwork. They couldn’t remove my handcuffs until the paperwork was complete, then they would release me. We headed back to the car park and I was again locked in the back of the van. I was driven some distance and again noted the sound of an underground car park. The van stopped and I was helped out. We were in an, empty, underground car park. When I saw this, something just didn’t feel right. One of the officers produced a roll of duct tape, which he used to gag me – wrapping it around my head a couple of times (this all happened rather quickly!) A black canvas hood was then pulled over my head, blocking out all light. The officers then led me away. Handcuffed, gagged and hooded, I really had no option but to go along with them.

“We’re going to show you a sight that is not on the tourist itinerary of Santiago. This is one of the interrogation centres that was used by General Pinochet’s henchmen. We thought you’d like to see some of its facilities.” I gulped, people disappeared into these centres during the Pinochet years, surely this wasn’t gong to happen to me. I was led around for some time until I had no idea what direction was what. After this, I was pushed into a chair. My ankles were shackled to the legs of the chair. A lock attached my handcuffs to the back of the chair and straps were buckled tightly across my chest and thighs. I could feel that the chair was bolted to the floor. I struggled with my bonds but between the straps and the shackles, I could barely move. I felt myself going hard again. I was then left alone for some time.

All of a sudden my hood was pulled off – I blinked at the bright light. I was in a small windowless room. The wall in front of me had a one-way mirror. Standing in front of me were two men dressed in black leather jackets, black leather jeans, knee high black leather boots and black leather gloves. Their faces were hidden by black leather hoods; all I could see were brown eyes looking out small eyeholes. One of them walked over to me grabbed my hair and jerked my headed back. My cry of pain was muffled by the gag. “Boy, no one knows where you are – we can keep you here as long as we like.”

I was again left alone, although I wasn’t hooded. I looked at the one-way mirror wondering if my captors were watching me. I then heard the door open behind me and my leather clad captors walked in again. One of them was holding a thick hose, he opened the nozzle and proceeded to drench me. The water was cold and restrained as I was, there was no escape.

They left the room and returned with some sort of electrical device. One of them walked over to me and ripped my t-shirt open. The other one flicked a few switches on the device and it started to hum. He made a show of touching a pair of electrodes together creating huge sparks each time he did. I started to shake in fear at what was about to happen to me. He said, “Pinochet’s men used devices like this to interrogate prisoners. It’s quite amazing how much pain someone can stand. Would you like a demonstration?” I shook my head and screamed out in fear – my screams muffled by the gag. The other grabbed my headed and started to shake it up and down in a nodding motion, “Yes, he does want a demonstration, let’s how him what this baby can do.” My captor walked towards me, sparking the electrodes. I started to sob behind my gag. I screamed when the electrodes were touched to my tits but nothing happened.

“Damn, must have blown a fuse.” Suddenly my captors pulled off their hoods – it was the two Carabineros who had “arrested” me earlier. They removed my gag and introduced themselves as Miguel and Diego. They then removed the straps, shackles and handcuffs and helped me to a neighbouring room where they had some dry clothes waiting for me. Apparently they had been watching me for a while and cooked up a plan to capture me – if I’d had my passport with me, they would have found another reason to take me in.

It was a fun afternoon and I made two new friends out of my visit to Santiago.

Metal would like to thank Aussielthrbiker for this story — which is long overdue for posting!