6:45. p.m.

Mi-yun looked down at the clock and then up at herself in the bathroom mirror, smiling, letting her robe falling open to reveal her black lace bra and panties. Her date with Soo was at 7:30. They hadn't been on a date for a while, and she was excited. He was an officer in the North Korean military, a Lieutenant, which gave him special privileges, and he would be able to take her places that would be off-limits to her if she tried to go into them alone. And Soo was a good lover, when the mood struck him at least. Unfortunately, the mood struck her more often than it struck him. Men! She would have thought that the sight of her thin well-proportioned 28-year-old body would be enough to excite him. [see pic] But he sometimes seemed to need more. Well, no man is perfect, Mi-yun thought to herself, but Soo was as perfect as she'd found.

She was startled to hear a knock on the front door. She hadn't heard Soo climb the two flights of stairs to her third floor apartment. Soo was punctual, but 45 minutes early? He knew that she could barely get herself ready on time. He couldn't expect her to be ready 45 minutes early. What was he thinking? Or, maybe, he just couldn't wait to see her. That would be a good sign. Mi-yun closed her robe, walked through her bedroom into the hall and to the door, preparing to chastise Soo teasingly for his early arrival. "Why would you think that I ...?" she began as she opened it.

Mi-yun's voice trailed off. Soo was standing in the doorway with another man, perhaps 20 years older than Soo's 30 years. Both were dressed in military combat uniforms -- camouflage khaki shirts and pants. Boots. While Soo had always carried his military badge, he had never before worn his uniform on a date with her, saying that he wore it enough at work.

The two men flashed their badges at her, and talked over one another to identify themselves. Mi-yun could make out only that the other man was Captain something, to whom she was sure she had been introduced at several military functions, but to whom she had never spoken. They pushed their way into her apartment, one on each side of her.

"Are you Mi-yun Park?" Soo asked, as if he didn't know. She looked at him strangely. "Yes, I am she."

Soo and the Captain each grabbed one of her arms, spun her around, and pushed her face against the wall. "You are under arrest, Ms. Park." The voice was the Captain's.

WWhat? What for?" Mi-yun asked, incredulous.

Soo's response was ice-cold. "Treason. You are accused of spying for the South Koreans."

"But that ..." Mi-yun started to turn to denounce the accusation, but was quickly spun back with her face and body now pressed harder into the wall. "You will speak only when questioned, and then only to answer the question and nothing more, do you understand?" This did not sound like the Soo that she knew. But before she could answer even that question, Mi-yun felt a cloth gag thrust into her mouth and a black hood placed over her head and tied around her neck.

Now the two soldiers again grabbed her arms and forced them behind her back. She felt her robe open and imagined that they enjoyed the sight of her wearing only her undergarments. They marched her down from the hall of her apartment to what she knew was the middle of her living room. A second later, she felt herself pushed down onto an armless chair that one of them must have taken from the kitchen. Her wrists were tied together behind her back and placed over the top of the chair. Then her knees bent until her legs were parallel to the floor on each side of the chair. Finally, her ankles were tied to her wrists, forcing her to arch her back, which pushed her breasts upward. She wriggled to try to get some degree of comfort and stability in this awkward position, but could find none. She was no longer really sitting in the chair since she was barely touching it.

She heard the men leave the living room area and move in the direction of her bedroom and bathroom.

Chapter 2

Mi-yun wondered why Soo was doing this to her. Her own lover had accused her of being disloyal to her country, of being a spy for the South. The military was known to do horrible things to persons accused, rightly or wrongly, of such a crime. Mi-yun could not imagine that Soo really believed that ...

Her position was becoming increasing uncomfortable, as her muscles began to spasm. She could feel the lace of her panties and bra against her skin and realized how little they covered. Why had she worn such skimpy underclothes? Oh, that's right. She had a "date" with Soo and was hoping to excite him before it was over. Well, she might now be exciting him, but not in the way she had planned.

Mi-yun could hear faint noises from the area of her bedroom and bathroom. She heard her front door open and close at least twice. More soldiers in the apartment? She did not know.

Finally, she heard approaching footsteps, and then, once again, Soo's voice. "Ms. Park," he began. So formal she thought. That was not a good sign. "I am going to remove your hood and gag and you are going to tell me how long you have been spying for the South." Mi-yun immediately began to shake her head, to deny the accusation. As soon as she felt the hood and gag removed, she screamed: "I am not a spy. I am a loyal citizen. Why are you doing this? You know me. You know this charge is not true."

"I'm afraid that I know otherwise, Ms. Park." Could this be the same man that she thought she knew? The Captain pulled a small knife from his belt, cut the sides of her panties and pulled them off her, then thrust them deep into her mouth, securing them with heavy tape. A new gag. And a new sight for the Captain, although one that Soo had previously seen and enjoyed.

"If you do not confess," the Captain continued, "we are going to hurt you very badly." Mi-yun could see that the Captain was staring between her legs as he spoke. "And how badly are you going to hurt me if I confess to this awful charge?" Mi-yun thought to herself, shuddering at her hopeless predicament. Confession or no confession? Either would bring her great pain.

Both men now stood very close to her. Soo took out his own knife from his belt, and the two of them began to slash down the sleeves of her robe. Soo then pulled it off. leaving her in just her bra, her breasts thrust upward. She felt a chill, but realized that it was more from fear than cold.

The Captain's hands slid under the flimsy lace of her bra, squeezed her breasts gently, and then moved his fingers to her hardened nipples and begin to stroke them. He squeezed harder, too hard, and she let out a scream, as much from surprise as from pain. "I give you another chance. And there won't be many more. How long have you been spying for the South?" Gagged as she was, the taste of her panties in her mouth, Mi-yun could not have responded even had she wanted.

"Save me the trouble of removing your gag only to put it back in. Shake your head yes or no if you are going to tell me?"

His face was close to hers. She could smell his breath, feel his hands still squeezing her breasts too hard. Slowly, she shook her head back and forth. No. No. She was not going to confess to being a spy for the South. She was not a spy for the South. And Soo must know that.

"Very well," the voice was now Soo's. "It is time for more serious measures." He placed the black hood again over her head and secured it around her neck.

Chapter 3

The next second Mi-yun could feel the flat part of a knife against her chest, and then a flick between her breasts that cut the bra in two, half wrapping around each of her shoulders, her nakedness now complete. Two more flicks to the shoulder straps and nothing separated any part of Mi-yun's body from her tormentors.

She was not at all ready for the steel cylinder that was now quickly thrust between her legs and pushed into her without thought for her body's response. No time to prepare herself. "Bigger and harder than anything you've got, Mr. Captain," Mi-yun sneered to herself, biting her lip to keep from screaming through the gag. And then she could feel the tape to her breasts, And sides. And toes. She knew what this meant. "You will get another chance to answer our questions, Ms. Park," the Captain appeared to have taken over her interrogation, "but not until after you have had a chance to loosen up a bit. You seem much too tense."

Without another word she felt the surge of electric current through her entire body and immediately thought that the Captain had set the meter too high, that she was going to die instantly. And, under the circumstances, she wasn't sure that would be a bad thing, a chance to escape whatever future pain they had in store for her. But for now, all that she could do was scream through the gag. Scream as her body arched even farther in the chair, her breasts now thrust as far up as her bonds allowed. Only her shoulders and ankles remained touching the chair. Five seconds. Ten seconds. The longest 10 seconds of her life. When she finally sensed that the current had ended, her body crashed back to the chair, her lungs gasping for breath, he entire body glazed in sweat. She felt as if a knife had ripped out her entire insides.

Above her strained breathing, Mi-yun heard Soo's voice. "Ask her again." "No," said the Captain, "not yet." Which could only mean ... Mi-yun again felt the current surge inside her, and her body resumed its prior arched position, her lower half thrusting to try to expel its invader, while her top half twisted in vain to ease the pain. Often times it is impossible to distinguish screams of pain from screams of ecstatic love-making. Or thrust of pain from thrusts of love. That was not the case here. No one could mistake the sounds from Mi-yun's gagged throat, or her desperate movements, as signaling anything but pain. Extreme pain.

And then off. And on again within seconds, before she had anytime to recover. And then off. Mi-yun thought that she would suffocating, unable to get as much air through her nose and into her straining lungs as she needed.

And then she felt hands on her body, as the hood, tape, gag and cylinder were removed. It took nearly a full minute before her eyes adjusted to the light, before her body stopped its convulsions, before her chest heaved for breath. She looked down her body, finding it hard to believe that she was still in one piece. The chair was soaked from her sweat. She wondered if she had lost control of her bladder, but could not even tell.

Chapter 4

Soo and the Captain both stared at her coldly. It was Soo who first spoke. "There's no reason we shouldn't have a little fun with her now, is there?" He looked leeringly at the Captain.

"Unless she had decided to answer our questions," the Captain moved his face to within inches of Mi-yun's. She spat at him.

The Captain only smiled in response, his tongue reaching out to draw her spit into his mouth. "I like that. I like a fiery one. I trust that you will as willing taste my liquids as I taste yours." Mi-yun cringed at the thought. The Captain moved behind the chair and untied Mi-yun's ankles from her wrists. He then lifted her tied wrists over the top of the chair and pulled the chair out. Mi-yun fell to the floor,the muscles in her legs spasming, unable to support her weight after her ordeal. Soo grabbed one elbow and the Captain the other and they dragged their accused spy, her head hanging down, across the living room, down the hall, to the bedroom.

When Mi-yun gathered the strength to raise her head, she saw that the men had moved her bed -- a double bed -- into the center of the room, removed the headboard and footboard, and placed a thin piece of wood over the bed that covered it entirely. Because of the large size of the board, she figured that the men must have come in a vehicle large enough to hold it, a paddy wagon perhaps, which probably meant that they would take her back to the police station for "official" questioning after they finished with her here.

The men quickly lifted her onto the board, face down, and secured her limbs to its corners with rope. Her wrists were pulled tightly to the top, the other ends of the ropes holding them tied to the front legs of the bed at the floor. The ropes holding her ankles were left lax. The Captain grabbed her by her hair and forced her to look up at him. "I'm a selfless leader. I'm going to let the Lieutenant go first." Mi-yun felt Soo slide two pillows under the lower half of her body, to put her into the position he desired. She then felt him climb onto the bed, and position himself between her roped legs. She tried to turn to see him, but the Captain held her hair, forcing her to face him. Mi-yun felt Soo find his target and begin to thrust into her. Geez, Soo, Mi-yun thought, slow down, you're usually better than this.

The Captain continued to watch the reaction in her face. "Of course, there is more in store for you than just our enjoyment." He pushed her face down and she could see that, extending across the board perpendicular to her body, and a foot down each side of the bed, at the level of her chest, the men had placed an 8-inch strip of sandpaper. "That should enhance your experience when the time comes," he observed, as if she could not figure out its purpose on her own.

Soo continued to thrust into her. Of course, he could have had her willingly that night instead. But that now seemed in the distant past. He obviously preferred this. He was much more aggressive than usual, probably because he was being watched by his superior and the purpose of his act was supposedly not his pleasure -- although he seemed to be enjoying himself -- but her pain, humiliation and domination. This aggression was certainly much different than Soo's normal love-making, which was much more gentle and delicate and considerate. But Mi-yun was surprised to realize that she was moaning softly in response. Had the men been paying more attention to her, they would have realized that she might not be finding this particular aspect of her interrogation as physically unpleasant as they intended.

But then it was over. Too soon over for her. As soon as Soo finished and withdrew, he grabbed her ankles and pulled them down until her body was flush against the wooden board, and secured them tightly to the ropes tied to the back legs of the bed at the floor. Mi-yun was now spreadeagled on the board, her limbs tied tautly to each corner. Soo moved to stand by the middle of the bed on one side, the Captain to the other. Each grabbed the extensions of sandpaper now running directly under her breasts. "I told you we would enhance your experience, didn't I?" The Captain pulled the strip toward him, and Mi-yun screamed as it scraped against her naked flesh. Then Soo pulled it back into its original position. Mi-yun screamed louder as it tore again against her skin. "This is the latest in weight control, my love," the Captain hissed. "Do you know how much skin weighs?"

Mi-yun blinked hard but could not hold back her tears. Sobs ... and screams ... and pleas. It would not take too many pulls to disfigure her permanently, she knew. She waited for one of them to ask her again to confess, and thought that she just might if they did, but they did not. Instead, the Captain moved to the head of the bed, and forced first his right leg, then his left, under her stretched arms, adding to the strain on her shoulders, until he was sitting on the end of the bed just above her face. He unzipped his pants.

Chapter 5

"Now, Ms. Park, normally I would take the precaution of a ring gag," the Captain told her, "but, under the circumstances, I will just tell you once that, should you try to do anything to hurt me," he reached one hand to the end of the sandpaper under her chest, "I will pull back and forth on this until it scrapes off your nipples and your chest is just one bleeding mass of flesh. Do you understand?"

Mi-yun nodded. The Captain sidled himself closer to her, and inserted himself into her mouth. His hands returned to the ends of the sandpaper strip ... just in case. "I would advise you to be better now than you have ever been, Ms. Park. For your sake."

Mi-yun immediately wrapped her mouth around him, with no thought of rebellion or resistance. The risks were too high. She used her tongue and teeth, and could feel the Captain quickly grow hard and begin to move in rhythm. Unpleasant to perform on a man she hardly knew, but better than the consequences of not performing, she continued to work feverishly on him ... mouth, tongue, teeth, lips. His hands moved to her breasts. While his touch still pained her chafed skin, it was less unpleasant than the sandpaper beneath.

And then she could feel Soo. Unable yet to perform again, he had laid down on her and moved himself between her buttocks, his hands around her stroking her stomach, his face kissing her back. Virtually no part of her naked body was now untouched by these two brutal men, as she tried to satisfy the Captain.

As the Captain's thrusts deepened and quickened, Mi-yun was surprised how large he had grown, and she began to gag. She began to struggle for breath. She prayed that he was immersed in his own pleasure and would not act against her for being unable to perform on him right up until the end.

She was not disappointed when the end arrived soon. As the Captain held her head between his hands, he forced himself into her throat as deeply as he could. Mi-yun began to cough and choke, and thought that she was going to pass out, but soon she could taste his white liquid and feel him pull her head up to see her reaction. She tried to expel what she could, grew hot from what she could not, and continued to struggle for breath for several minutes after her ordeal had ended, and the Captain had moved off the bed.

"Let's turn her over. She still hasn't answered our questions." The Captain's order brought Mi-yun back to the true reason for her situation.

Soo and the Captain wasted little time changing the positions of her wrists and ankles, and, in a matter of seconds, Mi-yun found herself face now up, naked, spreadeagled, for whatever these two men had in store for her. She saw Soo hand the Captain a small device. The Captain moved to the top right corner of the bed, and locked the device around the same rope holding her left wrist. He then pulled down on it and Mi-yun could see that it was a retractable clamp. She didn't have to ask its purpose as the Captain held it extended as he clamped her left nipple, looked at her, and released it. It immediately retracted until it pulled her flesh upward to the point that Mi-yun was certain that it was going to rip her nipple off. She had played with clamps ... hadn't all women at some time or other? ... but this was certainly nothing like her play. She was still screaming as she watched the Captain move around the bed to attach the clamp's mate to her right nipple. She was so tired of screaming, but the pain ...

But there was more. Now it was Soo's turn from the foot of the bed. He reached between her legs and she could feel him attach two more of these clamps that, when tied to the ropes holding her ankles, spread the most sensitive part of her body. When he released them to retract, Mi-yun, still screaming in pain, knew that she now dared not move in any direction, that even the slightest movement would increase her pain to unimaginable depths.

Chapter 6

Now Mi-yun saw the Captain bring two of her kitchen chairs into the bedroom and place them at the sides of the bed. Soo sat to her right, the Captain to her left. The two men then looped cords around each of the thin wires holding the retractable clamps to the corners of the bed, and held the ends of the cords in their hands.

"All right, Ms. Park. We are ready to resume." The Captain's voice was very matter of fact. "Here's how it will work. I will ask you a question, and, if you do not answer fully and honestly, I will pull on one or both of the cords in my hand. If I pull on the top one," he pulled slightly to demonstrate, and her screams grew louder, "it will, as you can see, force your nipple to the side, and it really would prefer not to go that way, since the clamp is pulling it elsewhere. If I pull the bottom cord, the same thing will happen ... well, I'm sure it's obvious to you. And, of course, the two of us can also pull together on one ..." Both pulled the top cords, sending even more pain shooting up her already strained nipples, "or on both ..." This time they pulled all four cords, and Mi-yun's screams drowned out whatever more they might be saying until she heard the Captain conclude, "So ... so much for our little demonstration. Are you ready?"

Mi-yun shook her head frantically from side to side, closing her eyes tightly, trying to send her mind anywhere outside of this room of pain.

"Do you know why we are here, why you are accused?"

Mi-yun feared that no answer would not satisfy the Captain. "No, sir, I don't." She waited to feel the pull of the cords, but it did not come yet.

"A loyal citizen found a small microfilm in your apartment. When we looked at it at headquarters, it was clear that the material was treasonous and meant for the South."

"No, no. I've never had such a thing. Who has made such an accusation against me?"

Immediate pain as all four cords were pulled simultaneously. Mi-yun thought that she would black out, but then the pull was released. As Mi-yun gasped, the Captain slowly smiled. "We ask the questions, remember? But you really have no idea who found the microfilm here?" She could see his eyes look up at Soo, on her other side. She turned to look at him.

"You planted it in my apartment, you scum shit. Why did you do it? Embarrassed because you couldn't satisfy me with your small dick?" A lie, for sure, but the first thing that came to her mind. She felt Soo pull hard on both of his cords, forcing her to end her tirade against him with a ghastly scream.

The Captain's voice rose above her screams. "We cannot have such false accusations against a member of our military, Ms. Park," the Captain's voice dripped with sarcasm. "I suggest you not do so again. Besides," he continued, starting to smile, "your accusation is one that I trust the Lieutenant can readily disprove. Lieutenant, why don't we see whether you can satisfy Ms. Park, who has claimed that you cannot."

Chapter 7

Mi-yun watched as both men removed the cords that they had wrapped around the wires, then rose and moved their chairs away from the bed. The Captain stood in the corner of the room, his eyes focused on her. Soo stood at the foot of the bed and slid off his boots and pants, then removed his shirt and t-shirt. Standing in his undershorts, he folded his arms and looked down at her naked, spreadeagled body, while she looked up at him.

He was so handsome, she thought. Such a nice firm body. He was so masculine, even when he was gentle. She knew that he satisfied her more often than he did not, and no woman was going to argue with that ratio. Maybe ... maybe she just didn't satisfy him. Maybe that is why he had betrayed her. Or was this just his way of getting out of a relationship of which he had grown tired? If so, why couldn't he just say that he didn't want to be with her anymore? Why so extreme? She couldn't have been that bad to him.

Soo pulled off his undershorts, confirming her first lie. The Captain -- as well-equipped as he had shown her -- was not his Lieutenant's superior in this regard, that was for certain. Soo removed the two clamps holding her open, not to reduce her pain, she figured, but to avoid any risk of chafing himself on them. He then knelt between her legs and moved his mouth to her stomach. She had thought that he might pleasure her orally, which he knew that she liked, but, with the Captain watching, Soo apparently was not comfortable with that.

Soo's hands reached for her breasts and began to massage them. Movements in all but one direction forced the clamps to pull harder on her nipples. The mixture of pain and pleasure, though, was intriguing to Mi-yun, who realized that, unlike the previous time, this time her body was ready for him long before he moved his entire body up against her.

Now, his chest was against hers, pushing the wires down and increasing her pain even beyond what he had caused with his hands. His arms were now also against her face, forcing the wires outward, as he reached up to grasp her hands in his. But even Mi-yun could not really tell whether, as he pushed deeply inside her, her screams were caused more by the pain or by the pleasure. Maybe this is what was meant by the whole being greater than the sum of its parts.

But it didn't really matter to Mi-yun why she was reacting as she was. As his body filled hers, her mind exploded and she found that she could not stop herself from begging him loudly not to stop, oh, no, not to stop, not now, not now, not yet.

And this time Soo did not stop, his body spreadeagled over hers, but joined Mi-yun's shouts with vile shouts of his own, screaming that she was a fucking whore spy who deserved what she was getting, and that this was just the beginning of what would happen to her. If this was what was going to happen to her, though, then Mi-yun knew that she did not want to be rescued. As Mi-yun's body joined her mind's explosion, and Soo's shouts quickened with his movements, the Captain was sure that the entire bed was going to come crashing down on the floor.

Finally spent with a few final thrusts that Mi-yun felt were going to come up through her throat, Soo lay on Mi-yun for several minutes before he rolled onto the floor, sitting straight up with his back against the bed, still breathing deeply.

"Well, my dear," the Captain spoke first after giving Mi-yun an additional minute. "It seems that you have not told the truth, have you? Either about the Lieutenant's size or his prowess. You need be more truthful in the future. Or there will be a severe price to pay." The Captain tugged the sandpaper out from under Mi-yun's back and held it in front of her face.

"And, you, Lieutenant," the Captain continued, "should know that you were given the dispensation just this one time to perform in a manner that Ms. Park obviously enjoyed, but only because its purpose was to prove her a liar, which you have done. From now on, our treatment of her will not be designed to bring her pleasure. Quite the contrary. And, unless she tells us everything we want to know, we will make sure that her last lovers will not be made of flesh and blood."

Mi-yun lifted her head, her ecstasy evaporating as the Captain's words recalled to her the painful metal cylinder that they had used on her earlier. She looked up at her wrists, roped to the bed, and then down to her ankles. This was still the reality of her situation.

Chapter 8

"But, Captain, before we bring her to the station for her real interrogation," Soo was no longer breathing hard, "why don't we let some of the men in the unit also enjoy her? It will increase even further their loyalty to you. And, after all, there is no way anyone down at the station will know that we found her at home when we arrived. We might have had to wait hours for her to return to her apartment. She might not have returned until midnight. Or even tomorrow morning. We may still have her for many more hours before we need bring her in."

The Captain began nodding as soon as he understood the gist of the Lieutenant's words. "Yes, yes. You are right. Let us send for the rest of our unit. They deserve to participate with us. Yes. A fine idea."

Mi-yun closed her eyes. How many more men were in their unit, she wondered. The military parties to which she had gone with Soo had all been well-attended, and she had always imagined, and now fervently prayed, that there were many different units in attendance. And what time was it now? How many hours more like this until they brought her to the station? But, wait. There would be no relief for her at the station. At least her lovers here would be human, she thought. Not like the "last lovers" that the Captain promised her. Was she really better off here than there? The hopelessness of her situation overwhelmed her. Tied spreadeagled to the bed. Naked. Accused of spying for the South. With two North Korean officers deciding how many men would violate her before her "real" interrogation -- hadn't those been Soo's words? -- began at the station.

"I'll call them from the truck's telephone," the Lieutenant offered. "It's your turn again, if you want her."

"No, she's had too much enjoyment for a spy. I think we'll let her think more about her situation." The Captain approached his captive and once again thrust her panties into her mouth, securing them with duct tape. Then he again placed the black hood over her head and secured it around her neck. Mi-yun could hear the men leave the bedroom, and then the front door open and close. Soo no doubt going to call the others.

She again could feel the retractable clamps pulling hard on her nipples. At least Soo had not replaced the two other clamps that he had removed. She pulled at the bonds holding her ankles. Stretched taut. Tight around her ankles. She pulled at the bonds holding her wrists. Also both taut. But she could feel that the rope around her right wrist was just a bit loose. She remembered Soo grabbing her hands with his when he was on top of her. He may have slid a finger or two between the rope and her wrist when he was searching for her hand. Intentionally to help free her? She wished, but no, probably just accidentally in his passion.

Mi-yun slowly twisted her wrist to see how much room there was for her to try to twist it out. Not much, but maybe enough. It would have helped to see exactly what she was doing, especially knowing that one false tug and the rope would again tighten. But, hooded, she would have to do it entirely by feel. She very carefully moved her thumb and pinkie inside her palm as far as she could, to make her hand as small as possible, and then twisted the rope until it was a quarter inch or so above her wrist. All the while she tried to minimize her movement as as not to increase even further the strain on her clamped nipples.

Then she twisted her wrist back the other way, until she could feel that the rope was almost to her knuckles. She could hear Soo talking with the Captain outside the door. That was another hurdle she could not yet think about.

Mi-yun realized that, with a final quick pull she could free her right wrist. But, when she did, her elbow would hit the wire holding the retractable clamp. Still, she had no choice. She bit her lip and pulled. Her wrist came free, her elbow hit the wire and the clamp tightened to the point that she thought it would sever her nipple, but she forced herself not to scream. As soon as her wrist was free, she moved her hand to the clamp and released her right nipple from it, a blast of pain shuddering through her as the blood again began to flow into it. She began to massage it back into shape, then felt around the hood, loosened and pulled it off.

She was afraid that one of the men -- either hearing her movements or just deciding that he wanted more before the others arrived -- would enter the room, but they did not. Slowly, she removed the duct tape, spit out the gag, and freed her left nipple from the clamp, massaging it back to life. Now she struggled with her right hand to free her left, finally managing to loosen the rope enough to free it. A few seconds later, she had freed her ankles.

Chapter 9

Mi-yun quietly walked to the door. She heard Soo and the Captain talking outside it. Now it was time to face the next hurdle, and she had no plan. The bedroom had only a small window high in the wall, long and narrow. She moved one of the kitchen chairs to it, and immediately realized that, even if she could lift herself up to it, it was too narrow for her to climb through. Worse, she was on the third floor, so, even if she could climb through it, she might break an ankle trying to drop to the ground from it.

Mi-yun went to the adjoining bathroom. But she already knew. The bathroom had no window. Her only choice was to go through the door and fight her way past the two men. She looked around the room for a weapon. All that she could find was a small pair of scissors. They would disarm her in an instant, she knew. And then, having attempted escape, her situation would be even worse. If it could be worse.

Mi-yun turned on the shower. If they heard her, they heard her, but, for the moment, thinking of no way to escape the room, she decided that she wanted nothing more than to clean their scum from her body. A symbolic escape, even if not a real way and even if only momentary. Unless interrupted, she would shower, put on fresh night clothes, place the scissors by the bed, again as a symbolic gesture of defiance, and simply go to sleep. Whatever more they had in store for her she would learn soon enough.

Mi-yun was a bit surprised that neither of the two men, nor any other who may have already joined them, entered the room while she showered. After putting on her white nightgown - she had been wearing black undergarments when they arrived, perhaps she would now fare better in white -- she slid the board off the bed, along with the sandpaper, and pushed the bed back against the wall, where it had been before the men had moved it. She found the bed covers in a corner of the room, put them back on the bed and crawled under them.

Mi-yun was surprised to realize, when she heard a sound next to her, that she had been asleep. For how long she did not know. Quietly, she turned in the direction of the noise. Soo was lying under the covers on the other side of the bed, staring at her.

"How did you like it?" He asked nervously.

"It's over?" she responded. "I wasn't sure."

"Yes, I thought it was enough for a first time. I wasn't sure how ... well, did you like it?"

Mi-yun smiled. "It was very intense. And while it was happening, I was really into it and I didn't really think whether I was liking it. But now ... yes, I loved it. It was terrific. Very exciting. And stimulating. And you were terrific."

Soo relaxed noticeably. "I knew that it was something different, especially bringing my Captain. But I wanted to try something to spice up ... no, I don't mean that we need that, I just meant, after you've been married for awhile, you ..."

"I know what you're saying," Mi-yun slid over to him and put her arms around him, and felt his move around her. "I was surprised that you brought the Captain. And I was a bit terrified when you said you would get your whole unit. For a second, I thought this really was going to be your way to get a divorce!"

"So are you up for something like that again?" Soo ventured.

"Oh, yes," Mi-yun responded immediately. Then, after a brief pause, she added, "But don't bring your whole unit."

Soo laughed. "Oh, there was one more benefit. The Captain enjoyed himself so much that he agreed that, instead of having to ship out next week with the unit for its month tour at the DMZ, I am being assigned as the Colonel's attache for that time. So we won't be apart for that month."

Thrilled with the news that her husband would not be leaving her as they had expected, Mi-yun kissed him hard. When she finally broke off the kiss, she playfully whispered into his ear, "But I was looking forward to having you away. I was even going to ask the Captain to bring the Colonel with him."

Soo put his hand over her mouth. "You will answer my questions, do you understand?" Mi-yun shook her head. Soo removed his hand. "Never," she responded. "Then I guess you will suffer the consequences." Soo moved on top of her, holding her hands in his above her head, pinning her down. She could feel that he was already hard. Apparently, now the sight of her itself was enough to excite him. And the times that it didn't, well, now there were other ways to please him. To please both of them.

Yes, Mi-yun thought, her husband was about as perfect a man as she had found.