That was Kara Wade's first thought as she awoke. The young Air Force captain was groggy as her eyes adjusted to the dim, blue-tinted light of the cold, stark room. Everything was silver, and hard, and cold. She moved her arm to brush her short, blond hair from her green eyes, but found that she couldn't do so. It was then that she became instantly and fully awake. She realized suddenly that she was on her back, spread eagle on a cold, stainless steel table – fully restrained by her wrists and ankles. Polished, heavy, chrome bands held her lean body, tightly stretched. She tried to move, and her bonds clanked mockingly in return.

A horrifying thought then crossed Kara's mind. She realized that she was likely the sole survivor of her reconnaissance helicopter that had been shot down as it raced over the treetops deep in enemy territory; and that meant something even more terrifying – as a participant in an undeclared war, the U.S. would deny any knowledge of her existence… and rescue was not likely to be on the way. A sudden fear gripped the young warrior. Together with possessing valuable information about her new type of stealth aircraft, and of U.S. operations, she was also incredibly beautiful, and she knew she was about to face an interrogation that would fully test her limits. As a pilot, she had had extensive training on resisting torture, and her young, athletic body was tightly toned – but her enemy was known for its ruthlessness, and she knew she was about to face hell, with little hope of rescue after her highly covert mission.

Captain Wade surveyed her situation further. She had been stripped of her flight suit, and wore only her tight black nylon camisole and bikini panties, and her dog tags were still around her neck. Her captors had stripped off her captain's rank insignia and pinned it to the thin strip of her panties, on her hip – clearly an intentional sign that they knew just what she was, and that they would go to extreme measures to extract information. The room she was in was clearly a torture and interrogation cell of some kind. Antiseptic in its emptiness, the steel, bolt-studded walls were linked with racks that held dozens of implements – some recognizable, such as whips and crops; some unknown to her, many of which were wired for electricity, and oddly shaped.

It was eerily quiet in the room, except for a low, ominous humming that seemed to be emanating from beyond the walls; that is, until the first real sound was that of her own making – a surprised scream, as a stab of intense pain hit her exposed midriff.

At first, Kara had no idea what had caused the sudden jolt. She looked down to her midsection, and saw nothing… but then noticed a small drop of clear fluid that rolled into her navel, bringing with it a searing pain that rolled along with the liquid, almost the sensation of being cut… yet the liquid left no mark, except for a glistening trail of liquid. Her own sound had jarred her into a new awareness of her situation, and she desperately scanned her surroundings anew.

Suddenly, something caught her eye on the ceiling far above her. A series of nozzles were above her, matching the general shape of the table to which she was strapped. Then, she watched in horror as another drop of liquid fell from one of the ports, this time toward her lower body. It fell the 12 feet in what seemed like excruciatingly slow motion… but when it contacted her inner, right thigh, the pain was intense. Kara bucked against her bonds, trying to free herself from her tight predicament. Her gaze returned to the ceiling… just in time to see another drop, then another, and another – all aimed at different part of her exposed body. They hit together, causing her mind-numbing pain that came and went in streaks, as the drops rolled off her skin on to the steel of the table.

She had no idea what the liquid was… but she knew it was something for which she was completely un-prepared; and worse… that she was dealing with a sadistic enemy that likely enjoyed tormenting its captives, even independent of the information they needed to extract! The young captain began to breathe in short, frightened gasps, her body beginning to glisten with perspiration as a fear began to overcome her.

In an adjoining room, watching a huge monitor, an enemy officer smiled in anticipation as he watched his captive fight her restraints and begin to panic. This was going to be a very pleasing evening, indeed!

PART II

In Part I, the young aviator Captain Kara Wade found herself strapped to a steel table, watching in horror as an unknown, new form of torture was being unleashed on her exposed body. Deep in enemy territory, a prisoner in an undeclared war, her situation was about to get worse… much worse…

Kara gasped in pain as she surveyed the ceiling high above her, where nozzles were randomly dropping liquid on to her skin. The substance was chromium-water, a liquid whose electrified properties sought out nerve endings and made the prisoner feel as if their skin was being penetrated… It was essentially physically harmless, but had a terrifying effect with its sensory effects on the body and mind. Her captor was enjoying himself, letting the droplets come slowly, in unpredictable intervals. His young victim jerked in her bonds even as she saw the droplets leave their source. He watched her beautiful, green eyes go wide in anticipation, and her tight body stiffen with each push of his controller that unleashed the drops.

Although he delighted in this sport, he knew it was time to get closer to his prisoner. He was eager to feel her breath on him; and although he knew this one was strong, he knew the time would come that she begged him to stop the pain that was going to get much more intense… and, he was looking forward to hearing her whimpering and pleading voice as he directed his torture from a much closer perspective. He also reminded himself that he needed to get to his real goal – getting vital military secrets out of his prisoner; and he already respected this woman's training and high tolerance for pain.

Captain Wade was now wet, both from perspiration, and with streaks of the oily water that now crisscrossed her exposed skin. She realized that mercifully the torture had stopped, and the only sound now was her heavy breathing, and the clanking restraints as she desperately pulled at them. The room was eerily silent, save for the low, persistent hum, and she stilled herself for what seemed like several minutes. Suddenly a door opened, and a tall figure walked in. The enemy commander strode slowly to the table, staring at Kara's body with hard eyes. He slowly turned his gaze to his prisoner's face, and locked on to her piercing green eyes. A sadistic, slight smile came to the corner of his mouth, as he took in her stunning beauty. She was clearly scared, but still managed to show her strength and pride as she met his lustful gaze.

"Good evening, Captain… Welcome to your new home," came the commander's low voice, its eastern European accent distinct and cruel. "I've come to play… Oh, yes, and also to ask you a few questions, that I really wish you would answer. I already have your name, rank and service number, so we won't need to start there. Let's begin with your mission. What was it, exactly?"

Kara, displaying a bravery she did not feel, raised her head and stared back at her captor, saying in a clear voice that belied her fear: "Wade… Captain… U.S. Air Force… 292-32-1755."

The commander smiled wanly, and reached for her chin. He held it in his firm grasp, and brought his face close to hers. He touched her lips with his, briefly and gently, taking in her scent at the same time. Kara was surprised by his tenderness, and for a brief moment fooled herself into believing that her beauty had caused him to lose his resolve. The commander was about to erase any such thought.

He backed away and walked to the foot of the table, pushing a recessed button there. Motors whirred in the table, and it began to lengthen in the middle. Kara was being stretched to the limit of her bonds, the harsh steel straps now biting into her flesh at her wrists and ankles. He then reached down and pulled out a thin baton out of his thigh holster, and stood over her, at her side. Suddenly, he brought the thin leather implement across her midsection, once, then again, then in rapid succession eight or ten times. She screamed despite herself, but couldn't move a centimeter to avoid the blows that left red welts on her tight belly. Kara gasped and fought to regain her composure, as hot tears began to flow down her cheeks.

Tossing his baton aside, the commander pressed a button on the table and the chrome bands that held his prisoner down unlatched from the table, but remained around her wrists and ankles, the thick bracelets like lead weights on her limbs. Before Kara could react, the commander yanked her off the table by the hair and forced her to her knees. He pulled her wrists behind her sharply and the heavily magnetized cuffs secured her arms together behind her back. Working quickly, the commander retracted a rope from the ceiling and secured a noose around her neck. Pulling its other end and tying it to a cleat on the wall, he forced the Captain to her feet, then up on to her toes. It was all she could do to remain balanced to prevent from choking on the tight rope. Her eyes were wild with fear as she contemplated her fate… It was to be an unexpected one.

Her captor left the room abruptly and she was alone again. Five minutes passed as Captain Wade struggled to keep her balance, her arms behind her, and her lithe body stretched to its limit by the rope that pulled her neck toward the ceiling. Her nearly nude body was now soaked in perspiration, her skin glistening the hot lights of the room.

What came next was something she would never have predicted. The door swung open and the commander entered with a new prisoner. 1st Lieutenant Kris Varela was led in at gunpoint. Still in her night flight suit, tactical holsters and thigh-high flight boots, her hands were bound in front of her, and she had chains between her ankles. Surprised and relieved to see her copilot alive, Kara called out to her. The commander roughly threw the exhausted Lieutenant Varela to the floor and strutted over to Kara. He pulled out a black ball gag and shoved it into her mouth. The thick chain link was buckled behind her neck, and the commander grabbed her chin and came within inches of her face, the forceful action causing her to choke on the rope around her neck.

"I'm assuming you won't talk, Captain… not yet, anyway. I have something much more entertaining in mind for now. Your copilot has been patiently awaiting her new role." He laughed a throaty, evil laugh, then kissed her roughly against her gag, licking the tears rolling down her cheeks; her taste, combining with her sweat and the aura of fear were enormously arousing for him as he pressed his body against hers.

He now turned his attention to Lieutenant Varela, who was just getting to her feet. She faced her captor and lifted her head in defiance, giving him a look of hate with her piercing eyes that were framed by her cascading auburn locks. It was a small gesture, but she knew it might be her last chance to challenge her interrogator in any way, before her own nightmare began. The commander met her gaze and acknowledged her bravery, aroused by this stunning young American pilot. He grabbed her by the throat and pushed her to the wall, forcing her bound hands up above her head. Stepping back to admire her tall, lean body sheathed in the tight leather flight suit, he addressed his hot captive…

"Get ready, Lieutenant… you are about to put your resistance training to the ultimate test… any last words before I silence you?"

"Go to hell…" came Kris' reply. "You don't know who you are dealing with."

That earned a broad grin, and a shudder of anticipation from her captor, who admired her spirit in the face of such peril. He grabbed her bound wrists and pulled her to the center of the room, just inches from the waiting Captain Wade. He then brought a set of shackles down from the overhead, and secured her wrists with a suspension cuff. A harness gag was placed over her head, the full, black leather panel strapped across Kris' mouth tightly. The commander then paused, sorry to see her hot mouth covered. He unsnapped the panel for a moment and traced his fingers over her full lips. Lieutenant Varela lurched forward and bit his finger. The commander was momentarily taken aback, but quickly recovered. He grabbed her long hair behind her and forced her head back. He gave her a long, slow kiss, tasting her heat and fear, before securing the gag tightly in place once again. Now completely silenced, she started to breathe hard and sweat beneath the thin leather of her suit.

Grabbing a remote from the table, the commander then pushed several switches… The first pulled the Lieutenant's wrists up quickly, lifting her off the ground. It was very sudden, and she gasped as she found her toes just barely able to touch the floor. The next switch led to an even more horrifying outcome. A trap door released beneath her, and she was totally suspended… looking down, she saw what appeared to be a large cauldron. Inside it was something she had never thought possible as man-made creation. Dozens of twisting, glistening, metallic snake-like devices twirled inside the cauldron below her legs. They were a new device invented by the commander. Mechanical and computer controlled, but made to look as horrifying and devious as real snakes, the tentacles were electrified, metal eels, capable of twisting themselves around a bound captive's body and delivering shocks to their victim, at every point of contact. They snapped and popped as they came in contact with one another, as if real creatures waiting eagerly to attack their targets. The eyes of both aviators went wide with fear and horror as they tried to grasp what this new form of torture would mean for them. They were now inches from each other, facing one another and trying to communicate strength with their eyes.

The commander pulled the gag off of Captain Wade, and explained their new reality: "Ladies… you can now work as a team, once again. These devices have been programmed to react upwards to reach their victim – Lieutenant Varela… but only when caused by you, Captain. You see, we recorded the voice and decibel level of your screams, my dear. They are programmed to attack when they hear that sound… and only that sound."

Kara began to shake her head and protest: "You sick bastard… you are going to make my screams be the trigger for shocking my own copilot?"

"Yes, marvelous, don't you think?" The commander then moved quickly, eager to get to this new interrogation that he had invented. He tightened the noose around Kara's neck, and made sure she was struggling to stay balanced. Then he faced Kris and ripped the front of her flight suit open. Her breasts and taut stomach were now exposed, and she was beginning to drool from her gag, the moisture now falling to her erect nipples. Next, he unzipped her flight suit from the rear, down and around to the front, up to her navel. He tore her black silk panties out, exposing her pussy to the tentacles below. Steel ankle cuffs and a spreader bar were then added to force her legs open wide. He stared lustily as this beauty's taut body, her long, skinny legs suspended above the arcing and sparking horror below her.

The commander strode to the wall and selected a short leather bullwhip. This was the most simple of devices, he thought… but oh, so effective in getting its victim to scream. He admired the scene he had created: two world class beauties, suspended face-to-face, one in danger of receiving mind numbing shocks from the other, caused by her own screams of pain.

"Now, Captain Wade," the interrogator began matter-of-factly with his accented voice. "Let's find out what you know… what type of aircraft were you flying, and what are its stealth characteristics?"

The young pilot shuddered and shook her head. "Go to hell," the Captain managed to say, as she stifled tears thinking of the fate her copilot must endure for her silence. "You both seem to want me to go there," replied the commander. "The trouble is, you are already there!"

The whip came down sharply and suddenly across Kara's back. It was a scathing blow that was brutally painful and unexpected, and she let out a brief but loud scream despite her best efforts. The system responded as advertised, and a crackling came from beneath Lieutenant Varela as the mechanical tentacles began to rise toward her boots, as they started their relentless advance, seeking out the suspended victim. Kris began to jerk in her bonds, trying to swing away from the cauldron below her. Her cries came out desperate and muffled behind her tight gag, and she looked into Kara's eyes as the interrogation began in earnest…

PART III

In Part II, our hot young aviators were suspended face-to-face, with their interrogation underway. Captain Kara Wade must reveal secrets of her mission and her unit – or else her copilot will pay a price even greater than her own. In this final installment, the brave crew will suffer the evil torments of their enemy. One will perish; and one will be sent to a hell that will make her beg for a quick death.

"The type of your aircraft, Captain!" barked the commander. "Tell it to me now, or the Lieutenant pays for your silence!"

Just inches from Kris' face, she looked into her eyes to try and channel a message of strength to her, but her own suffering allowed little of that to occur. The noose continued to tighten around her own neck; but with her wrists secured behind her, and her ankles tied together, she was perilously close to choking to death if she didn't focus on remaining as straight as she could.

Another strike of the whip across the lower backs of her legs forced her forward and elicited another scream, and she sputtered as she tried desperately to restrain it. That was followed by several more rapid blows of the whip to her ass and her lower back, and she cried out helplessly in a long wail that she couldn't suppress. That caused the electric tentacles below Lieutenant Varela to come alive in earnest.

Kara saw her copilot's eyes go wide as the eels now wrapped themselves around each of her legs, and began to slither ever-higher. Her tender, young thighs were now contacted by the thin, metallic devices and their current started to penetrate deep into her skin. Kris choked into her gag as the sparks made popping sounds and the smell of burnt flesh was evident in the dank air of the chamber.

"Give me the name of your unit, Captain! You will tell me everything!" But Kara shook her head and watched in horror as her fellow aviator started to meet her inevitable fate. The commander grabbed Kara by the back of her head and whipped her around to face him. He slapped her hard across her face, and she lost her balance, the noose now closing off all but a hint of oxygen to her system.

Backing away, with a combined look of lust and anger, the commander lashed her breasts and stomach, deep red welts forming on her pert tits, and across her tight midriff. The whipping reached a fever pitch, as he stroked himself with his left hand, immensely enjoying the plight of his victims as their screams echoed off the steel walls.

Lieutenant Varela's situation now took a decidedly horrific turn. As Kara's screams intensified, the electric eels became more rigid, and one of them founds its way directly into its victim's pussy, while others continued to wrap around her thighs and now up to her belly. As the vaginal penetration occurred, that eel contacted the dampness between her legs, now wetter with tears and sweat. A series of loud pops occurred as that tentacle began to short out – but it was now a full two feet inside the screaming aviatrix, a steel barb now exploding inside the space between her legs, and up inside her abdomen.

Kara was spun around again to be face to face with her dying copilot, her slow, agonizing death on full display before her. She watched as the muffled cries became an insane rage of sputtering noise, her face a mask of horror and her body shaking in a futile attempt to escape. One last jerk in her bonds, and her tortured body went limp, her eyes frozen in an unforgiving stare at her senior officer.

Lieutenant Wade righted herself to prevent from strangling, adjusted the steel cuffs that were cutting into her wrists behind her, and sobbed loudly.

The commander's new electrical toy was dying its own mechanical death, its first experiment failing along with the life of its victim. He secured its power, and the humming and arcing noises wound down slowly. They were now left with only the sounds of misery from the lone prisoner, whimpering as she tortured herself with guilt for the loss of her copilot.

He was disappointed that his device had failed its first use, and he made a mental note to tackle the modifications quickly. It was still a solid performance – a full 10 minutes of torture. He saw the terror that it had produced, and now believed that its tempered use could evoke prisoners to talk if it was calibrated correctly. 10 minutes would be 10 times that next time, he assured himself. He then turned to Lieutenant Wade.

A single slash from his hunting knife, and Kara's noose was cut down. She fell to her knees, choking and crying. He grabbed the back of her hair and inserted his cock forcibly into her gaping mouth. "Ah, my dear… your reticence has cause a bad outcome for your crew. Perhaps now you will talk. No one is coming for you... no copilots… no rescue crew… no one. You might as well give me some information. I have one more toy to show you if you refuse, and it will make your copilots death look merciful. When I finish, and I remove my cock, I will hear ‘Yes Sir' from you… nothing else. That will be your one and only chance."

The commander then proceeded to please himself with his hot young captive, and within a minute he came forcefully down her throat, saving some to spray her beautiful face. He lifted her chin with his cock, stared into her eyes, and said: "Now… tell me what I want to hear, Captain."

Slowly, deliberately, and clearly, Captain Tara Wade uttered what she knew would be her last words: "Fuck you."

The slap was hard enough to render her unconscious immediately, her world mercifully blacked out before her cheek smacked the cold, concrete floor.

When she awoke, it was to a hell worse than death. Her first sensation was heat. Unbearable heat. She was chained in the air, spreadeagle over a series of metal heating elements. Stripped completely now except for her dog tags, chrome cuffs were at her ankles and wrists, pulled so tight that she feared her limbs would be ripped from her torso. She was facing up, with a view of the ceiling and a digital counter that was counting backwards from sixty minutes. That was the amount of time that the commander estimated it would take the brave aviatrix to burn to death as she was slowly lowered to the heat. She had been gagged with a large rubber shape that was shoved deeply into her mouth and taped tightly around her head. It was clear that the commander didn't want the information she had – even though she desperately wanted to provide it to him now. She had been given her one chance. And she had taken the wrong path. The enemy commander was a man of his word.

Kara screamed into the gag, trying to say the words he had asked of her. "Yes Sir!... Yes Sir!... Yes Sir!", she screamed… Yes, isn't that what he had wanted to hear? But the words couldn't be heard. That was all it would have taken. But it was too late. The counter read 56:30, as it began its relentless flashing down to zero, and the incineration of Captain Kara Wade. Her tears and sweat fell onto the coils below, and hot steam added to her agony.