"Your car is here, madam."

Renee knew the voice at the other end of the intercom - James, the apartment building's doorman.

"You're sending him up as usual?'" Renee didn't know why she needed to ask. James certainly knew, and wouldn't challenge even if he didn't know, that Carlos should be sent right up to her. As soon as she opened the door, he would take one look at her wearing the new outfit that he had bought her for the occasion, and, well, a an hour later, she would again need to get dressed and ready to go out. They would generally arrive wherever they were going about two hours late, and everyone there would fawn over the head of the Yellow Cartel, the largest drug organization in South America, and his girlfriend. It gave her a sense of power, even if the real power was all his.

"He is not here, madam. Just the limo and driver."

Strange, she thought. Why wouldn't he have come himself? "All right, James. I will be right down."

After straightening her tight-fitting black top with white polka dots and short black skirt, and the diamond pendant and bracelet that Carlos had given her, Renee headed out. She nodded thanks to James, holding open the door for her when she reached the building's front entrance. Frank, the driver, said Carlos wanted him to take a photo of her and she smiled as he did. [See Renee Pic 1] Then he helped her into the back of the limo. She reached for the glass of cognac that Frank knew to have ready for her. "Thanks, Frank," she said sweetly before closing the glass partition and curtains separating her from him. Without Carlos to satisfy her before the party, she did not want Frank's prying eyes on her when she took on that responsibility herself.

James:

When the limo pulled in front of the apartment building, James waited for Carlos, the most powerful man in the city, to exit the back door, as he always did. But it remained closed. He saw Frank, the driver, shake his head to him.

James called Renee's apartment on the intercom. "Your car is here, madam. ... He is not here, madam. Just the car and driver."

James guessed that Carlos had been coming regularly to Renee's apartment for about four months. They seemed to have everything, but anything they didn't have, he could simply take. They had a lot of friends, but mostly false friends who were simply afraid of him. And a lot of enemies, true enemies. Would James wish that kind of life instead of that of a doorman? No. It was too dangerous. The life expectancy of a drug lord had to be less than ten years. But what a ten years! Renee was very attractive, probably late 20s or early 30s. At least 20 years younger than Carlos. Of course there had been many women before her and likely there would be many after her. Part of Carlos' attraction to these women, he assumed, was that they were willing to participate in the kinky sexual activities that Carlos had a reputation for craving. Maybe they even enjoyed them. James often imagined a naked Renee as a willing participant in Carlos' bondage and sex games. Maybe he needed to rethink whether he would change places with Carlos despite the shortened life expectancy.

And there she was now. He held the door open for her. She returned his smile. That was all he could expect from her. But it was enough to make him feel his pants bulge.

Frank:

Frank was surprised when he received his instructions from Carlos to pick up Renee without him. Frank knew that Carlos loved his pre-activity sex with Renee almost as much as he loved his post-activity sex with her. It generally took an hour or so from the time Carlos left the car until the time he returned with Renee. He figured that Carlos must be fucking Renee at least ten times a week. She must be good if she could satisfy him that many times for that many months. At her apartment. At his mansion. Any place it suited him. And it was not always just the two of them. Rumor had it, in fact, was that it was after a threesome with Renee and his prior girlfriend that Carlos decided that Renee was the much better lay. He wasn't sure what happened to the other girlfriend. He hadn't seen her again after that. It was almost as dangerous to be Carlos' girlfriend as it was to be Carlos.

But today Carlos apparently had other things that needed his attention. Running the cartel was a full-time job, James imagined, no matter how much muscle Carlos had assisting him. Collecting debts. Taking care of anyone who dared steal from him or betray him to a rival. And, of course, making sure that no government official interfered with his operations, sometimes using payoffs, sometimes using ... non-monetary means.

Would Frank trade places with Carlos? He pulled the car in front of Renee's apartment building and nodded toward James, the doorman. In a heartbeat. The money. The power. The women. Carlos and Renee had gone at it several times in the back of the limo, not always remembering to close the curtains. Renee had a nice body. Firm tits. A slender waist. A tight pussy, he bet. And there she was now walking toward the car. Frank stepped out and called to her that Carlos wanted him to take a photo of her. She stopped, smiled and posed, then waited for him to come around to open the back door and help her in. He moved back around the car to the driver's seat, saw her reach for the glass of cognac he knew she liked, and heard her thank him just before she closed the glass and curtains. He shook his head. Such a fine piece of ass all alone in his back seat.

The drive to Carlos' large and isolated estate took 15 minutes. After being waved through the security gates, Frank turned down the winding driveway that led under the main house. He saw that Carlos' top aide, Herman, was waiting. Frank had once let it slip to Herman how hot Frank thought Renee was, then immediately swore him to secrecy lest Carlos learn about his indiscrete comment about his girlfriend.

"Clockwork," Frank shouted toward him.

Herman:

Herman hung up the phone. It wasn't his place to offer Carlos his opinion about anything, especially not about Carlos' orders to him, but just to follow his orders exactly and without question. That was the way to advance in the Yellow Cartel and Herman had advanced to a point where he liked his position and felt some degree of security in it, something unusual in this kind of business.

When Frank finally pulled up in the limo and shouted "Clockwork," Herman approached and opened its back door, finding the unconscious Renee sprawled on the back seat, one hand between her legs, the other holding an empty glass of cognac. It looked like she had consumed half of the glass's contents and the rest had spilled onto the back seat. Not good to be so predictable in your alcohol consumption, Herman thought.

Herman pulled Renee out of the car by her wrists, slung her body over his shoulder and carried her down the corridor to the large room in the basement designed for his used when had been ordered by Carlos to question those from whom Carlos wanted information - or those about whom he simply had suspicions or wanted to suffer the penalty for some indiscretion.

Herman lowered Renee onto her back on a wooden board on the left side of the room. A simple rack with leather ankle cuffs attached to its bottom corners and wrist cuffs attached to a wooden roller bar across the top. An open cabinet along one wall of the room held dozens of items designed for a single purpose: to inflict the degree of physical pain needed to ensure honest answers to his questions, including a confession of guilt, or just to inflict the required level of pain that Carlos had demanded without any concern for a confession, but just for whatever real or arbitrary reason Carlos might have.

Herman cuffed Renee's wrists and ankles and turned the roller bar handle until she was fully spread-eagled. Her skirt rode up several inches above her knee and the arch of her back added fullness to her low-cut top. He removed the diamond pendant and bracelet, judging that Carlos had spent more on them than Herman earned in a month. He covered her eyes with a black cloth blindfold before texting Carlos that she was ready.

Five minutes later Herman heard his phone buzz and read Carlos' one-word reply: "Begin." Herman saw the small light on the side of a camera mounted high above the rack turn red, signaling that Carlos was watching from his office or home or car or wherever he was. Herman wondered how Renee would react when she regained consciousness and discovered that she could not see or move. He knew that it would not be long before he found out.

Carlos:

Carlos had headed the Yellow Cartel for three years, winning a power struggle following the death of his brother, the previous El Capo. Sure, he loved the money and the chance to screw the many beautiful women who threw themselves at him. But he had that when he was just his brother's lieutenant. What he most enjoyed now was the absolute power. He ruled. He decided. He no longer needed anyone's permission to do what he pleased.

But keeping control of the cartel was a challenge, as there were many who wished to end his reign, by fatal means if necessary, and most who had such wishes figured such means would be necessary to ensure their own survival. There were the government agents who wanted the glory of his arrest, but they were the easiest to control through bribes and intimidation. There were the members of rival cartels who wanted him killed to prove themselves or simply because their bosses had ordered it. But Yellow was stronger than its rivals, so they feared him more than he feared them, and they knew that his reprisals for attempts on his life, his power or his livelihood were always swift and brutal, to send an unmistakable message to those who dared oppose him. And there were the subversives within Yellow itself who wanted to seize control from him. These were the ones who angered Carlos most - his own people not satisfied with all he had done for them, but wanting to take from him his power ... and his life.

Recently he had concluded that there must be a mole in his inner circle. Someone betraying secrets to his strongest rival, Moses Johnson's Eighth Street Cartel. Moses had once been a member of Yellow, but, after a falling out with Carlos' brother, had formed his own cartel. There wasn't a man on the planet that Carlos hated more than Moses. Of course, the feeling was mutual.

A mole, Carlos thought, was the only explanation why so many of his drug shipments of late had been ambushed and stolen by Moses' men. Always by Moses' men. Carlos' suspicions ultimately fell on the one person he least wanted to believe had betrayed him. His current girlfriend. But the number of incidents had increased dramatically soon after Renee had become his girlfriend and Carlos feared it was not a coincidence.

Carlos glanced at the screen on the wall of his office opposite his desk. It showed the basement room and its two occupants. He responded to a text from Herman directing him to begin. Then he went back to his work.

Renee:

As she regained consciousness, Renee tried to move her limbs but could not. She twisted her wrists and ankles and felt the cuffs around them, and realized that she was tied spread-eagled on a wooden board. She felt the cloth against her eyes and knew she was blindfolded. She twisted her body and could feel that she was fully dressed, including her black heels.

Slowly it started to come back to her. She had been drinking her cognac in the back seat of Carlos' limo, and .... she couldn't remember more. The cognac must have been drugged, she thought. Her heart raced and her body began to sweat. Carlos had not come for her. She couldn't remember getting out of the limo. She was now tied spread-eagled and blindfolded. Frank was Carlos' usual driver. He must have drugged the cognac. But why? She dismissed the possibility that he had betrayed Carlos to a rival who ordered her kidnapped. Which meant that he was following Carlos' orders. Which meant that Carlos had ordered it. Which meant that he knew !! She started to shake. How could he have found out? She had been careful. But somehow he knew. What other explanation could there be? Then she heard the deep voice.

Herman:

Herman saw the racked woman pull at her bonds, revealing that she had regained consciousness and discovered her terrifying situation. "Good evening, Renee." He saw her body tense. He had never met her before, so she had never heard his voice and would not recognize it. "Do you know why you are here?"

"I don't even know where here is. Am I being held for ransom because I am Carlos' girlfriend?"

"Actually, I am the one who asks the questions and you are the one who answers them. Do you understand that?"

"What I understand is that, when Carlos finds out what you've done to me, you are going to be in a world of hurt. I assume you know who he is."

"Renee, I asked you a very simple question and you did not answer it. Each time that happens, you are going to suffer a consequence. But because I had not told you that before, I will let your first display of insolence pass. Now let me try again. Do you understand what I've told you?"

"I did answer your question. I told you what is going to happen to you when my boyfriend finds out what you've done!!"

Without another word Herman took a switchblade from his pocket, flicked it open next to Renee's ear to make sure that she could hear it, and cut down the front of her top and through its short sleeves.

"What are you doing? Do you know how much these clothes cost? Carlos is going to kill you for destroying them!!"

Herman pulled the open top out from under Renee's body, then cut through and removed her skirt, leaving her wearing only her bra, panties and heels. "Now that's two more questions you have asked, so two more ... what did I call them? Oh, yes. Consequences."

He flicked the blade through the strap between her bra's cups, exposing her nicely shaped breasts, their small dark nipples already hard. Not from excitement, certainly. From fear and cold.

Renee:

Who was this man cutting off her clothes? If Carlos knew, it could only be one of his men. She had tried to scare him, in case he was a government agent or rival cartel member, with threats of what Carlos would do when he found out. Then he cut open the front of her dress, and she prayed that he cut only cloth. And now two more consequences for asking questions. And they had not really been questions, but protests and threats. Unfortunately she had framed them as questions.

She felt the cold steel of the blade cut through the strap between her bra cups, fully exposing her breasts. Apparently that was the first added consequence. She felt more cold steel, this time pinching her nipples tightly. She grimaced in pain. She had played with nipple screws a few times, but never so tightly. It felt like the jaws of the screws were so close that they were going to sever her nipples.

"Now, Renee, will you answer my questions?"

She expected that each consequence would be more severe than the previous one, so she knew she could give no more smart- mouthed answers. "Yes." She was surprised at how loud she answered.

"Good. What is your full name, age and occupation?"

"Renee Alvarez. 28. Messenger for Carlos."

"Have you also been his girlfriend the last four months?"

"Yes."

"Since you became his girlfriend, how many men other than Carlos have you fucked?"

Renee startled. "What kind of a question is that?" She immediately regretted her response, as Herman's switchblade cut through the right side of her panties, which wrapped around her left thigh. Though her panties had provided no protection, their removal - which exposed her shaved pussy and left her naked except for her heels -- added greatly to her psychological terror, completing her feeling of total helplessness.

Carlos:

Carlos glanced at the screen. He saw that Renee had regained consciousness, so he knew that Herman would soon begin her interrogation. Carlos went back to his work, occasionally looking for a few seconds at the screen as Herman stripped her clothes from her. God, he loved that body and how she used it. But he hoped his suspicion was right. It would be such a shame if it was not.

Jake:

Jake had never before been in the basement room, but he had heard about it. Now, reading the note from Carlos, he would finally see it. He wasn't sure if he really wanted to.

Jake was new to the organization, but liked the work overall. The pay was good. And his calm explanation of what might happen if the cartel did not receive its required tribute usually avoided the need for him to break a businessman's thumbs or legs. Most were easily convinced to move Carlos to the front of the payment line. The benefits were nice, too. Working for Carlos helped attract a higher class of woman than a high school dropout would normally expect. And sometimes after a big score, Carlos invited more hookers than men to the celebration.

Jake entered the basement room and saw Herman standing over the rack on which lay the naked and blindfolded Renee. "Boss said I should do whatever you ask."

Herman turned the roller bar until he heard two clicks. Renee's back arched farther off the board. The crack of her shoulders was followed by her screams from the added pain to her wrists, shoulders, hips, knees and ankles. Unlike Herman, Jake did not like to torture women. He hoped that wasn't what Herman would order him to do.

"I want you to fuck her," Herman replied.

Jake was relieved. He certainly had no objection to that order.

"Am I allowed to ask who she is?"

"Carlos' girlfriend." Herman moved toward the cabinet and returned holding a ball gag.

Renee:

Renee heard footsteps moving toward her, followed by the voice of another man and Herman's instruction to fuck her.

"No, please. I've answered your questions. I have and I will. Please, don't," she pleaded before Herman pushed the ball gag into her mouth and secured it to the back of her neck. Her continuing pleas were incoherent.

"This has nothing to do with my questions or your answers," Herman responded. "Carlos likes to treat his men now and then and well, you just happen to be today's treat."

Renee felt Jake's weight crushing her body, further stretching her limbs and making it difficult for her to breathe. She screamed through the gag until saliva drooled out the sides of her mouth.

She felt Jake's engorged penis instinctively find the spot between her spread legs and push into her, his face next to hers, his lips kissing her neck. She heard him whisper, "You hear it. These are my orders. I have no choice. I'm not going to hurt you. Relax and you might enjoy it."

Relax? Chained naked and spread-eagled to a rack on which she was now being raped? But what was usually a curse for her - the tightness of her body that caused men to orgasm too soon - was now a benefit as Jake soon lost control, increasing the frequency of his thrusts and shooting his semen into her in a matter of a few minutes. When he rolled off her, she could breathe a little easier, but her shoulders ached horribly from the added stretch that the weight of his body created. She could hear his footsteps leaving the room. It didn't seem to Renee that he had enjoyed his assignment as much as he expected. Well, she thought ironically, fuck him.

Herman:

Herman stood once again over the panting Renee. "So you see, Renee - oh, wait, I'm sorry, you cannot see. Well, as you felt, Renee, we are kind to you. We mix in some pleasure with the pain." He removed the ball gag. "So now you can thank us." Renee did not respond, still catching her breath. "I didn't hear a thank you, Renee."

Renee forced out a curt "thank you," wanting no further consequences.

"Renee, you are to address me as Master. Try again."

He saw her grit her teeth before she offered "thank you .... Master." This was a good start, he thought. She was weak compared with many others he had interrogated. Probably because she was used to getting what she wanted from Carlos without any effort on her part.

"Good. Now let me repeat the last question. Since you became Carlos' girlfriend, how many men other than Carlos have you fucked?"

"None. Just Carlos," Renee answered loudly. "Nearly every day and more than once on many days. Just Carlos."

Carlos:

Carlos turned his attention to the screen when he noticed that Jake was in the room. He watched him rape the helpless Renee and wondered if the threat and fear of repeated rape would loosen her tongue, especially when combined with the physical torture that Herman was expert at administering. The blindfold effectively added to a captive's terror, since she could not know what was going to happen next to her or when. Carlos watched Herman walk to the cabinet and return with a short-tailed whip.

"That's a lie, Renee. So another consequence." Herman lashed the whip hard across Renee's stomach, forcing a loud scream from her.

"No !! It's the truth !!"

"Another lie." He lashed across her stomach in the same place, following by a lash across the center of her breasts, striking the nipple screws. Renee yelped in pain.

"Why? Why?" Renee tried to twist her body to shield her lashed stomach.

"Two more questions, Renee? I thought you would have learned by now." The next lash crossed the underside of her breasts followed by one across the top of her breasts, as the helpless woman continued to sob and scream.

"Your claim that you didn't fuck any man but Carlos since you became Carlos' girlfriend, Renee, is an obvious lie. Didn't you just fuck another man within the last five minutes? Did you forget so soon? And I'll bet there have been others, too, that you've fucked since you became Carlos' girlfriend. I don't think you've been loyal to him, as you claim."

Carlos was fascinated by Herman's techniques. He had made a good choice for the Yellow Cartel's chief interrogator.

Renee:

Renee knew she could not take much more, that she would soon break no matter what the ultimate fate that her confession brought upon her. She expected that Carlos would have her killed. He might even do it himself. She had occupied such a position of trust that he likely would be even more brutal to her than he was to others. And he was very brutal to others. She felt the horrible pain of the whip cutting across her stomach and the underside of her breasts.

She was surprised when her captor pulled off her blindfold, allowing her to see the full horror of her situation. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she gazed down and saw the damage to her stomach and breasts caused by the whip and screws. She looked up to see her wrists tied to the rack's roller and felt the pain in her shoulders. And she saw her captor. From his deep voice she had envisioned a classic torturer. A large man naked from the waist up with a muscular chest and arms wearing an executioner's mask. But no. He was of average height. He was decent looking. With a smile that would have charmed her at a party, but here appeared maniacal.

"What did you expect?" he asked.

"I don't know what I expected."

"Save yourself from more pain. Tremendous pain. Cooperate." He held up a small folder. "Do you know what is in this?" he asked.

"No."

"Photos of you. You have been under surveillance for a long time. So we know that you have meeting with Moses Johnson and other members of the Eighth Street Cartel and passing information to them about us. Secret information. Isn't that true? Or should I just show you the photos?"

Renee knew it was over. If he had photos of her meetings with Moses and other members of Eighth Street, there was no lie that would convince him that she had not passed information to them. She thought she had been careful, but apparently she had not been careful enough. There seemed no point in continuing to deny her guilt and suffer increasingly more painful "consequences" for her lies. She could only hope - and she knew it was no more than a slim hope -- that her death would not be prolonged or painful.

"Yes," she answered.

Herman put down the folder just to the right of the roller bar. "How often did you meet with Moses?"

"Often," she answered resignedly. She would not tell him any more lies.

"And how often did you fuck Moses?"

"Often."

"Did you pass on to Moses the dates and places of several of Yellow's drug shipments?"

"Yes." She stared up at the ceiling. She had lost. And she knew she would pay the price. A very severe price.

Herman:

Herman had known from the beginning that it would not take him long to break this captive. In fact, all he had done to obtain her complete confession was tie her to the rack, blindfold and strip her, apply tight nipple screws, stretch her and lash her stomach and breasts a few days. He didn't know how long it had taken, but he had hardly started and she confessed. The electric generator and spiked dildos had never left the cabinet. He looked at her. "You have confessed and told me what I needed to know. So I will give you no more consequences for not answering my questions or not giving me more information." He saw no reaction from her as she continued to stare at the ceiling. Herman walked to the cabinet and returned holding by its handle a thin cylinder of glass three inches long. Renee's eyes widened. "But I've confessed everything!! What are you doing?"

Herman ignored her protest. "We no longer use braziers or hot coals or branding irons or any of those ancient things," he explained. He held the cylinder close to her face and flipped a switch in its handle. The cylinder soon began to glow red hot. And Renee could see etched into it the letter C.

"You're going to brand me with a C to show that I belong to Carlos?" she asked nervously.

"Not exactly." He flicked off the switch and the cylinder quickly cooled. He put it down at the left side of the roller bar, walked to the cabinet and returned with an easel and a large poster board that he place at the foot of the rack turned away from her.

"I keep my promises. We are not going to torture you for more information. But you have confessed to betraying Carlos and the entire Yellow Cartel. For that you must be punished appropriately."

Herman slipped the blindfold back over her eyes and again gagged her, but this time with an O-ring gag. Her body trembled from head to toe.

Bernard:

Like Jake, Bernard was another new Yellow employee who had received an order from Carlos to see Herman in "the room." Like Jake, Bernard had never been there before. He found Herman and Renee there in much the same position that Jake had found them earlier. He read the poster board facing him, looked at Herman, who nodded to confirm that he was to follow its exact instructions.

Carlos:

Carlos' eyes were finally glued to the screen, impressed with how quickly Herman had broken Renee.

His hunch had proven correct. She was the mole who had betrayed Yellow to the Eighth Street Cartel. Fucking Moses at the same time that she was fucking Carlos. That meant she was fucking them at least twice every day, and who knew who else she might have also been fucking. How her pussy could still be so tight amazed him.

He saw Bernard enter the room, read the instructions on the poster board and move toward Renee's spread-eagled body. Carlos looked at the copy of those instructions that he had on his desk:

ORDERS FROM EL CAPO:

(1) Fuck the woman on the rack in whatever manner you wish.

(2) Put a check next to your name on the list below.

(3) Make a note of the name under yours on the list. (4) Pick up the cylinder on the left side of the roller bar, flip the switch in its handle and wait for it to glow red.

(5) Mark the woman's body with it at a place of your choice (but not on her face or neck).

(6) Flip the switch off and put it back where you found it.

(7) Leave the room. (8) Immediately contact the person whose name was under yours on the lest and tell him that El Capo has ordered him to report to the basement room within 45 minutes and to follow the instructions posted there."

This meant that Renee would be raped every 45 minutes for ... how long? Carlos counted the names on the list. Twenty names. So she would be raped twenty times over the next 15 hours. And suffer 20 burns an inch wide and three inches long, with a C in the middle. Those would cover much of her body.

Carlos turned back to his work. He knew that he had the next 15 hours to hear her screams, whether he watched from his office, home or car. But this was no more punishment than she deserved for betraying the entire Yellow Cartel. He had not yet decided what to do with her after that. Maybe another 15 hours of the same. Maybe worse.

Renee:

Renee now knew that her confession had not helped her avoid, or even reduce, her torture. And what difference did it make to her whether she was tortured as punishment after her confession or for information before her confession? During the time that Herman had removed her blindfold, she could see the red light blinking on the overhead camera, and knew that Carlos was watching - well, might be watching -- her from wherever he was, maybe even from the same limousine in which she had been drugged as he screwed someone else.

The rapes seemed endless, each more painful than the last as her body became more bruised and torn and burned. While the blindfold prevented her from seeing, it did not take her longer to figure out that, at regular intervals, a man climbed on top of her, stuck his penis into her sore pussy, or, later, into her mouth, and thrust it in and out until he ejaculated. It never took very long. And, after the first few, not surprisingly, none really seemed to enjoy her hideously marked body. Particularly after she pissed herself toward the end, soaking the bottom half of the board.

But it was the minute after each man released himself into her that she dreaded most, as she learned quickly that she would be burned someplace on her body but never knowing where. After the burns covered her from her knees to her shoulders, though, the location of the next burn didn't really matter. It just added to the pain generally consuming her.

Herman:

Herman couldn't say that Renee's punishment was the most brutal Carlos had ever ordered, but it was severe. And he knew that it might not be over even after 15 hours.

Herman picked up the folder from the right side of the roller bar, opened it and pulled out the photo inside -- the photo that Frank had taken of Renee earlier that day. Nothing else. No photos of Renee meeting with Moses or any other member of Eighth Street Cartel. No, Carlos had nothing more against her than his suspicion. Sure, had she not confessed, he might have felt a need to have her tortured, declared guilty and ultimately executed, unable to admit that he was wrong. But he also liked to fuck her, so, if he became convinced that she was innocent, he might have let her go. But Carlos' suspicions had proven accurate, and Herman had bluffed her into confessing under the belief that they had solid proof against her.

Herman left the basement to get some sleep, knowing that Carlos' men would not disobey his orders. To the contrary, most would be eager to participate in the rape and torture of a traitor to the cartel. Especially a beautiful female traitor, even if, by the time they had their opportunity, she did not look at all like the attractive woman in the photo, which Herman pinned to the top right corner of the poster board before leaving the room.

When Herman returned after his night's sleep and his day's other work, he found Renee alone in the room, a constant groan of pain forcing its way through her ring gag and her body shaking uncontrollably. As he had predicted, a number of men had used the o-ring and at least one had pretended he was in a porn film, ejaculating on her face and chest.

In addition to the numerous burns that covered her thighs, stomach, chest and arms, her heels had been removed and a few men had burned the soles of her feet.

Herman noticed that all 20 names on the list had been checked. He saw that the third name was Frank's. So Frank finally had his chance to screw the woman he found so hot, Herman thought. He wondered if, under the circumstances, she had met his expectations.

Carlos:

By the next morning, Carlos had nearly forgotten the ordeal that he had ordered Renee to undergo, reminded only when he read a note on his desk. He turned on the screen and saw a man named Marcus screwing Renee. He checked his instructions to confirm that Marcus was the 20th and final name on the list. He texted further instructions to Herman. He watched Herman remove Renee's wrist and ankle cuffs, but left her gagged and blindfolded. He moved her off the board and forced her into one of the two small cages in the far corner of the room. Her body barely fit, and she could not move her hands from behind her neck to remove either her gag or her blindfold. Herman locked the door to the cage and walked back to the center of the room.

A minute later Carlos saw Jake enter with a cuffed and hooded woman dressed in green running shorts and top, white socks and running shoes. Nice shape. Obviously large breasts. And Carlos knew that, under the hood, was blond hair and a pretty face. Jake moved her into the center of the room, directly under two chains hanging from the ceiling to which he secured her wrists. He chained her ankles to cuffs attached to two metal hooks in the floor.

Carlos was surprised that the woman did not resist and seemed to remain calm as she was chained spread-eagled. She must know who had abducted her, he thought, and why and was resigned to her fate or was trying to appear strong. He watched Jake cut off her top and shorts, leaving her in her white sports bra and panties, socks and shoes, revealing that the body that looked so nice in her running outfit was even nicer without it. Carlos smiled as he thought that, dressed all in white, she looked so innocent. Jake cut off her bra and panties, leaving her naked above her ankles and confirming that she was large breasted and a natural blond. Then Jake stepped aside and Herman pulled off the hood, revealing that she indeed had an attractive face. The woman looked around the room.

"Do you know why you're here?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I am Moses' girlfriend. He was sleeping with your boss's girlfriend, so he had me kidnapped for revenge. I see that woman in the cage in the corner. I assume that's your boss's girlfriend."

"Very savvy," Carlos thought as he watched.

Yolanda:

When Yolanda learned that Moses was screwing Carlos' girlfriend, she was furious. "You want her, have her," she told him, "but then you can't have me. Your choice." She thought it doubtful that Moses would choose this Renee woman. Sure, Renee was attractive, but she was small and dark-haired. Moses preferred blond and busty, so that was two strikes in her favor. And she knew how to please Moses, which took time to learn. So that should be strike three against Renee. And she was right. Mostly.

"Sweetheart, it's not what you think," Moses told her. "She is providing important information about Yellow's operations. I need to keep her happy and let her think that she will replace you. She won't. She couldn't. As soon as I get enough from her to take over from Yellow as number one, I will discard her. I might even let you discard her, if you like. She's nothing to me. But I need probably another month. For the sake of the cartel."

Yolanda wasn't about to give up her position as Moses' girlfriend so she agreed to give him another month and spent the next two hours enjoying her decision. Moses knew how to please his women, which wasn't too difficult for him because he was ... a rather large man.

Yolanda shuddered when she thought about Moses with Renee, but tried to go about her normal business. Which included her daily run through the park at dusk. She needed exercise to maintain her incredible body, without which she would not last long as Moses' girlfriend. And now she also needed to burn some of that tension that he had added to her life.

Jake:

Jake wasn't sure how difficult it would be to carry out Carlos' order to kidnap Moses' girlfriend. But there certainly were less exciting ways to earn a living than kidnapping a young blond woman with big tits.

It actually proved quite easy. The park was nearly empty at dusk. He waited behind some bushes where the running path was nearest the parking lot. Yolanda was jogging slowly when she passed him. He leaped out, grabbed her and jammed a syringe into her leg. She struggled for only a few seconds before going limp. [See Yolanda Pic 1] He dragged her to his car, cuffed her wrists behind her back and threw her into the trunk. All in less than a minute.

Jake thought of stopping in an out-of- the-way place and have a little fun with her before bringing her to Carlos' basement, but rejected the idea. Too dangerous if Carlos found it. Besides, Carlos would likely let Jake, and probably many others, fuck her, just as he had let them fuck his own girlfriend.

When he reached Carlos' underground, he pulled the unconscious woman out of the trunk, slung her over his shoulder and marched to the basement room.

Herman:

Herman needed the night's rest. He hadn't planned on being ordered to work on another woman the very next day. But when this other chained and naked woman seemed to have no fear of her likely plight, he was intrigued. He listened to her direct - and accurate - answers to his first two questions, then asked his third.

"Aren't you afraid that our boss's revenge is going to cause you great pain?"

"Yes," she responded, the continued calmness in her voice inconsistent with her admission of fear.

"Then how can you remain calm?"

"I'm not calm on the inside. I am terrified. But I have done nothing wrong. Your boss's girlfriend and my boyfriend were fucking each other. I am as much a victim of their deceit as your boss is. He should understand this. Torturing me will not hurt Moses, if that is his goal. Moses has moved on from me to her, although I see that he will now have to move on from her also." She nodded toward the cage in the corner. "Your boss can torture and kill me if he wishes. But that will change nothing. Moses won't care. He has already forgotten me.

"I have my orders. I doubt you will keep your calm exterior for long."

He moved to the cabinet and returned with a set of clamps that he secured and tightened on her protruding nipples. He heard her grunt, the first sound of protest or pain that she had expressed. He moved back to the cabinet and returned holding a studded dildo.

Yolanda:

Yolanda thought she had explained the situation as well as she could, particularly under the dire circumstances in which she found herself. And her captor seemed to understand. Her hopes were dashed, though, when he told her bluntly that he would follow his orders. Now she felt the clamps cutting off the blood flow to her nipples and saw the man standing in front of her holding a studded dildo between her spread legs. One she knew might also hide spikes that would totally destroy her womanhood.

"Listen, give me one minute, please," she screamed. "Just one minute." Her calm demeanor was already gone.

She saw Herman pause. "One minute? All right. One minute.

"If your boss wants to hurt Moses, let me help him do to Moses what Moses did to him. Have me spy on Moses for him. I despise Moses for dropping me for that bitch over there, so he can be sure of my loyalty. And if he wants to fuck me, I would be honored. We can turn the tables on Moses. He deserves it. But I need my body in one piece to do that. Please ask your boss. Please. Once you follow orders to destroy my body, I can't help him destroy Moses instead."

Herman:

Herman found the woman's proposal interesting. But even if Carlos would consider it, he had to make certain that she was serious and would follow through on it, and was not just trying to try to save her body and her life.

For Herman though, the decision was easy. He was not Carlos. He had no authority to change his orders. He looked up to see the red light on the camera. If Carlos was watching, it was up to him. But unless he heard from Carlos, he was not going to do anything but follow Carlos' orders to the letter and without delay.

Carlos:

Carlos had decided he needed a respite out of town and so had left his office and headed to his limo. It was strange sitting alone on the back seat, but his former girlfriend was not exactly in a position to join him on this trip. He wondered what she was thinking, squatting in her 4x4 cage, her body burned and violated. Probably that it was just a matter of time before he ordered her killed. That would be the normal order to Herman. But he hadn't yet decided for sure. She had betrayed him. If he didn't make an example of her, he might lose control of the cartel. If he did, his power would be strengthened, as others would realize that, if he would have his own girlfriend killed, he would not hesitate to kill any of them. For now, though, he would simply add to her torment by letting her wonder while she squatted in her small cage. Carlos flicked on the monitor to see if he could turn it to show him Renee in her cage. It flashed on to show Herman tightening the clamps on Yolanda's nipples. He decided to watch her instead. She had a great body. He might like to fuck her himself, he thought, instead of just letting his men have her. Then again, though, he could easily find a dozen like her. She was Moses' woman and needed to suffer to make Moses suffer.

Carlos watched Herman hold the studded dildo between her legs. He wondered if it was the kind with sheathed spikes that sprung out when they got wet. He liked those. Those truly terrified their victim, who never knew exactly when they would spring.

Then he heard her pleading that he should let her help him destroy Moses. An interesting idea, Carlos thought. Moses had fucked Renee and turned her into a spy against Carlos. Now Yolanda was suggesting that he fuck her and make her a spy against Moses. Wouldn't that be a pisser for Moses? But could he trust this woman?

Yolanda:

Yolanda stared at the dildo in Herman's hand and sobbed, shaking her head. "Please. Just call him and ask. Once you do this, it will be too late. I'll be of no use to Moses if you do this."

"Sorry, sweetheart. I don't shill for my captives. How would that look? But I'll do this for you." He turned a dial on the handle of the dildo. "This will give you five minutes." A timer began to beep each second. "In case you do get a call from the governor, so to speak."

Herman slid the dildo easily into Yolanda's already wet pussy. It filled her. Her terror for the next minutes would more than offset the extra time he was giving her. "So what do you think?" Herman asked her. "If this were a movie, the call from the governor would come with ten seconds left, and I'd be on the phone with him and forget to turn it off." Yolanda did not appreciate Herman's sense of humor when sharp metal spikes would soon destroy her womanhood unless Carlos just happened to be watching and just happened to agree to her proposal. With each tick of the clock, her heart raced faster and her chest heaved more deeply. She wondered how painful the spikes would be.

Carlos:

Carlos smiled as he watched the scene unfold. Herman was so ingenuous. He needed to give him another raise. He thought about calling Herman with just ten seconds left and letting the scene play out like Herman told the woman it did in the movies. That would be fun to watch. But, no, he actually liked her idea of having him use her to spy on Moses. Turnabout was a great kind of revenge. And in this case could be very valuable to Yellow. Yes, he would agree to it, but watch her carefully to make sure she was serious and not just desperate. First, though, he would let her squirm for a few more minutes. The more terrified she got, he thought, the more likely she would perform for him. In more than one way.

Yolanda:

To her astonishment, with what she thought could be no more than two minutes remaining, she saw Herman take out his cell phone, which was buzzing. She heard him say "Yeah" and then watched his face as he listened to the voice at the other end. Could it be Carlos? Then she heard him offer the caller a second "Yeah." Yeah what, she wondered. Yeah, I heard her idea and I like it, she prayed. Finally, she heard him say "Okay" before putting the phone back in his pocket. All of that must have taken another minute, she thought. There could be no more than a minute left.

She saw him smile at her. "I almost got it right." To her incredible relief, he walked up to her and pulled out the dildo.

"There are two major conditions, love. First, he needs you to tell us everything you can about the Eighth Street Cartel and about Moses. Including things we can verify independently to ensure that you have told us the truth. We will make an audiotape of what you tell us. If you try to go back to Moses, we will send him a copy and you will wish you were back here with a spiked dildo in your pussy. Do you understand?"

"Yes. Completely."

"Second, you will fuck Carlos and six of his men, after which they will decide if you are worth the risk."

Yolanda had not foreseen this condition. Fucking Carlos, yes. But also fucking six of his men? Still, she knew she had no choice. "I know I can please them," she responded softly.

Herman:

Herman was quite surprised to get the call from Carlos. He doubted Carlos was even in town. But the call had come. And during the five minutes that he had given the woman. Truth was stranger than fiction.

Herman ended the call and looked at the timer. One minute. He pulled the dildo out of the woman and gave her the news.

Now it was time to find out if she really was willing to help them. And whether she could satisfy Carlos as well as Renee could. Sure, she would have to fuck six of his men, but that was just a perk for them. They weren't going to have any say as to whether she met that test. That would be decided solely by Carlos.

Herman brought in three of Carlos' senior men to help him with Yolanda's questioning, which they conducted for the next three hours while she remained chained naked and spread-eagled. Then the three of them left the room to check the accuracy of her information.

Herman unchained Yolanda, gagged and blindfolded her, and led her to the small cage next to the one holding Renee, who now had been squatting in hers for nearly five hours. He forced her to squat in the same manner and locked it. The two women - the most recent girlfriends of the leaders of the two most powerful drug cartels in the city - were now locked naked, gagged and blindfolded in two small cages, side by side, but unable to communicate in any way. Yes, Herman thought, being the girlfriend of a drug lord had its benefits, but it definitely had its dangers, as these two were now discovering.

Moses:

Seated at the desk in his library, Moses pushed the play button to start the videotape that he had received two weeks earlier. It seemed an appropriate time to watch it again.

It opened with a close up of a still naked Renee, her wrists secured behind her back and her ankles cuffed together, a rope around her neck, her body filled with burns from the horrible C iron used repeatedly on her. Her nipples were deformed. Though she no longer wore the nipple screws, Moses knew what caused nipples - or, more accurately, what was left of her nipples - to look like hers did. [See Renee Pic 2]

The video slowly panned back to show that she was standing on a wooden trap door at the back of a raised scaffold, a hangman next to her, his hand on a wooden lever. Her body was shaking violently. The hangman forced a ball gag into her mouth before slipping a dark hood over her head, ignoring her attempts to avoid it. The video continued to pan back, now revealing that many of Carlos' minions were watching. Some appeared to enjoy the scene. Others attempted to hide their revulsion. Obviously, Carlos had ordered them all to attend.

The video panned back in as four men moved to stand near the front of the scaffold. At an unseen signal, they raised their rifles in unison. An instant later four bullets struck the naked hooded Renee in her breasts and stomach, just as the hangman pulled the lever, dropping her body until its fall was abruptly halted as the rope grew taut, snapping her neck. A second later the four men fired four more bullets into her torso. Apparently Carlos could not decide whether to execute his traitorous girlfriend by hanging or firing squad and so he had done both.

The video focused on Renee's swinging body for another 20 seconds until a man - Moses' information was that his name was Herman - told the crowd: "This traitor has received the only punishment appropriate for those who betray the cartel: torture and death." The video continued to focus on Renee's swinging body for another 20 seconds as the crowd began to disperse. And then the screen went dark.

"He's getting soft," Moses muttered as he got up from his chair and heading out of his house. He crossed the compound that acted as the headquarters of his Eighth Street Cartel and entered a stone building down a side alley. Inside was a single large room. He was surprised that none of his men were there. But the room was not empty. No, in the center of the room was his favorite toy, a rotating wheel that had been set to turn one full rotation every minute. And chained on it, naked, her arms over her head, was his most recent girlfriend, Yolanda. The rotation forced her face into the filled water trough at the base of the wheel, requiring her to hold her breath for 15 seconds every minute. As a result, she could never sleep or rest. And, diabolically, the wheel rotated so that her face went into the water upside down, making it more difficult for to know exactly when she needed to take that breath. [See Yolanda Pic 2]

Moses wondered how long she had been on the wheel. He could see, though, that she was already so exhausted that she could not always hold her breath for the full 15 seconds, which allowed the water slowly to fill her lungs. It would take hours before she drowned. But he wouldn't let her drown. No, he planned to make the traitorous bitch suffer much longer. He was not growing soft like Carlos.

"Ironic, Yolanda, isn't it? That you and Renee both betrayed your boyfriends in favor of fucking and spying for their rivals." He watched as the rotation of the wheel raised Yolanda's face out of the water, her lungs gulping for air, her face showing her total terror at her situation.

"It really didn't pay to fuck with me, did it, love?" He couldn't tell if she could hear him, but it didn't really matter. Even if she had, she would not have been able to offer any coherent response. He marveled at how her breasts heaved in desperation and panic, her entire body shaking. "Do you know how long Carlos tortured Renee before having her publicly executed?" He waited as the wheel pushed Yolanda back down into the water, continuing after she rose up once again. "No, I don't either. But you know we have a rivalry. Especially as to how we treat those who betray us. So I must make sure that you suffer longer and worse than Renee did. And that the video that I send your lover Carlos - yes, he sent me a video of what he did to Renee - shows that. As a matter of professional rivalry. You know how that is."

Once again the rotation of the wheel moved Yolanda into the water trough. Moses could see the entire wheel shaking and creaking from her struggles. "And did you know," he again continued as her face came up near his, "that Carlos had Renee shot by a firing squad and hung by her neck at the same time in front of 40 cartel members. They're all visible in the video. So I guess I'm going to have to hang you and shoot you and impale you at the same time in front of 100 of our members." By now Moses knew exactly how long he could talk to Yolanda before the wheel brought her back down into the water and how much time he had to wait before she surfaced again. To his great satisfaction, he could see the added terror in her eyes. She could still hear him and understand what he was saying. What a strong woman. She would last a long time. The men would be pleased at that.

"And maybe, because your tits are bigger than Renee's, I should cut them off just before the trap door opens. But we're getting ahead of ourselves, aren't we? First we need to see how much torture you can take. How much slow torture." He watched as Yolanda's face emerged from the water trough, her eyes still wide, her head shaking back and forth. He reached toward her and ran his left hand over her wet body, then leaned over to kiss her cheek just before she submerged yet again.

Moses turned away from the wheel just as two of his men walked in and saw him.

"Sir, we just left for a minute," one blurted out before Moses stopped him. "It's fine. You're doing a good job. Give her some variety the next few days, but make sure she doesn't die. I have special plans for her in that regard. And when you give her a rest from the wheel, let the men have her. Report to me at the end of the week as to whether she is in good enough condition to keep her alive longer."

Moses watched both men nod vigorously, relieved at his forgiveness for their negligence in leaving her along. Then he walked out into the morning air. Yolanda had been such a fine piece of ass for him. He was sorry to lose her. But she had wanted more. So now he was making sure she got what she wished for, although not in the way she had wished for it.