It was only their fifth date, she mused, as the steel cuffs clicked with an ominous note behind her, and he whipped her around to face his tall, powerful frame. The attraction was pretty heavy, she had to admit, so she felt OK with it going to this level, this early in their relationship. She trusted him for some reason; had even told him she was an Air Force intelligence officer while on their second date, and he seemed pretty aroused by that… he had said it was 'hot,' and that he'd never met a female soldier before.

Their first kiss had been explosive for her, and she had trembled at his very touch, something she had never felt with any other man before. And so when he pulled out the matte black restraints and suggested that they play 'interrogation,' with his Russian accent, she was instantly aroused and somehow knew this was a game that had been coming since their first date, even though she'd never even contemplated doing it for real, before him. She tried to demure at first, acting embarrassed – though admittedly she was, a little.

When he pressed her, saying he was kind of shy about asking but was so turned on by what she did and wanted to play out his fantasies, she had accepted, only pretending to be half into it. Inside, she was numbed with excitement, and eager to be "questioned" against her will. As a newly-minted 1st Lieutenant, commissioned for just over two years now, the truth was she still knew very little, but her high marks at the Academy and afterwards had earned her a place at SOCOM's inner ring of intelligence. She'd never even tell him thatmuch, she reasoned – though the joint command was a prominent part of the Tampa area, and she assumed he knew that much at least.

So that was her projected 'break' point, she had decided, as she had prepared for her date, dressing in her freshest uniform, and strapping on a thick webbed gunbelt around her tiny waist… when she'd give in to his fake torture (some tickling while tied up, maybe? Some light whipping?) – she'd 'eventually' admit where she worked, and then he could end the game and fuck her; repeatedly and ferociously, she hoped. She had lightly oiled her incredibly fit body, and sprayed her navel and inner thighs with his favorite scent – Tresor – before donning her silver bra and panties, and then her uniform and 9mm sidearm.

God, she was getting hot already, feeling her pussy react as he grabbed her shoulder-length auburn mane and forced her head back. Earlier, as she had headed out the door, the little voice in the back of her mind had warned her about trusting him so much, so early in their relationship – but that voice was quiet, and unconvincing. This was the U.S., she told herself. He was here on a cleared, sports visa; she had even seen it. And they had met quite by accident. No way was he anything other than a pussy-whipped foreign visitor…

Kenzie was snapped back to the present by her 'captor.'

"Now, Lieutenant McKnight, you are going to tell me a little about yourself… a little more than you're… shall we say… allowed to." He leered at her, admiring her sexy, uniformed body, clad in the dark and light blue hues of an Air Force officer, the olive green web belt strapped tight around her waist, with her service 9mm in a holster, unloaded of course. He had asked her to be in her working uniform, and proceed to the basement, a briefcase in hand with some fake 'secret' documents, to make an exchange with her source. He had jumped her, stripped away the briefcase, and pinned her arms behind her. She put up a real fight, and even managed to get halfway back up the stairs, but he had flung her backwards and crossed her wrists behind her. God, he was powerful…

His coy, half-smile was her reminder from him that this was just a game, and that he, too, looked forward to the brief scene of a captured military spy, fearing for her fate behind enemy lines. She smiled back, and said "Never, asshole. We're trained for this kind of thing. I'll never give you anything." The scripted line sounded funny coming out, and she tried not to laugh. God, this was fun, she thought. She was already glad she had agreed to the game. She was on leave for a week, and was looking forward to days in bed with him – days of 'torture.' Yum… She loved that he was aroused by the scenario already, too, and her head was dizzy with the possibilities. He gripped her harder, and barked back…

"Shutup, bitch. You'll be giving me plenty in due time. I'm going to enjoy getting you to the point where you'll be wishing this was in fact all a game…" He forced her against the wall, hard enough so that she lost her breath for a moment, and her heart rate increased rapidly, as a small dose of induced fear mixed with her growing lust for him. It was a powerful combination, and her eyes rolled back in her head for a moment, as she reveled in the moment. For his part, he took the time to hold her by the neck as he leered at his sexy prisoner.

And there was a lot worth leering at. 1st Lieutenant Kenzie McKnight had always been the woman who stopped men in their tracks. A dark redhead, she had the high cheekbones of her eastern European ancestors, and the chiseled but pert features, faint freckles – and haughty air – from her Irish side. An Ironman athlete herself, the 25-year-old was in the prime fitness of her life, and was proud to show it off – even in her various uniforms, which she had specially tailored to ensure they were tight enough to reveal her 5'8" full-figured body, while still remaining professional. It was borderline, her superiors had thought… but no one wanted to tell her that, and miss out on such eye candy around the office.

Now, pinned by her 6'4" Russian boyfriend, she felt his own strength, despite hers. He was a professional pentathelete, a transplant from Russia here on a Green Card to train other athletes. She began to fight against him, despite her wrists being tightly shackled behind her, and felt him become aroused as he thrust his body against hers, his cock behind his jeans hard against her flat belly. He began rubbing it gratuitously against the buckle of her gunbelt, pleasing himself already. He may not last long, she thought, smiling to herself about that part of her own power, but hoping that certainly wouldn't be the case. I could be interrogated all night, at this point… God…

That thought brought a full-on smile to her face, until he slapped her hard across her cheek… hard enough to remove the garrison cover from her head, split her lip and draw blood, and put her in a minor daze.

Stunned, she quickly got back into character, and wiped her own smile from her gasping mouth. The shock of the blow quickly wore off, and she shuddered as her eyes welled up slightly, and she felt the beginnings of moisture between her legs as well. She'd always wondered if she'd respond to rough sex. Now she had her answer… and they were only just getting started. Hell, yeah!

At that moment, Captain Milo Stradczyk of the Russian 5th Security Service (or 5-SS), mentally said goodbye to the boyfriend role, Vladimir Constantin, and introduced his "new identity" to his prisoner. He also wiped the smile from his face, and stopped playing his part of the aroused boyfriend just as his lovely captive was getting into hers. He'd never done a capture and interrogation this way, and he was enjoying himself as immensely as Kenzie was… for entirely different reasons, of course. He was going to enjoy ratcheting up the pressure on her to talk, and was eager to find out both how tough she really was; and at what point it would dawn on her that this wasn't in fact a game at all – but rather her worst nightmare as a uniformed intel officer with valuable national secrets who would be facing brutal torture.

The Captain slapped her a second time, to reinforce the effect, and while she frowned at him and gasped, her blue eyes sparkled at him with sheer lust and mock hatred. The Russian 5-SS… wow. Vlad had done his homework. The dreaded 5th would be merciless, she knew. Yes, I hope he's turned his apartment into one of their facilities. How hot would that be? She remembered that he said he was 'squatting' in a warehouse for the time being, until an apartment opened up in downtown Tampa. After the second date she daydreamed constantly of being there, just the two of them. Now she hoped desperately that he had planned to take his fantasies to that next level.

Captain Stradczyk had selected the young American lieutenant for two reasons. First, she was the most junior officer of SOCOM's new strategic intel unit, and therefore knew very little, but he also assumed that she didn't fully grasp that the little she did know was valuable enough, together with intel from other sources. And second, Kenzie McKnight was the hottest woman he had ever known – not only physically, but because of her fiery personality that was both confident and confounding. He also knew that would likely work against her instincts, when it came to her own safety. She was already being driven by her confidence that she could drive relationships with men… lead them to where she wanted them to go… He was already playing that part well, with his occasional sheepish looks, and initially hesitant offer on the fantasy they were now into.

He was indeed aroused, and wanted this to go on for hours as well… again, for very different reasons than his sexy victim held. He savored the moment, reveling in her innocent coyness, smelling the scent of her perfume now mixing with her own aroused sex, seeing her eyes glisten from the shock of his slaps, feeling her powerful muscles fighting his own. Hell yeah!, he thought in Russian. This one will be deep in before she knows what's hit her… and by then it will be too late.

He gazed at her pretty face, still acting her part, already envisioning the real fear, and the tears, and the despair, that would soon come to the lovely 1st Lieutenant Kenzie McKnight, U.S. Air Force. This one would be the best yet, he thought. His lust had already overcome any small measure of sympathy he might have had for her. He knew this was a woman he could ultimately love. But his dark side, the sadist within him, already wanted her to suffer. They are so beautiful when they suffer… and this one… God…

At this point, the Captain reverted to Vlad the boyfriend, momentarily, wanting to perpetuate the deception, and to lead Kenzie further down the dark road of false trust… Even his voice became softer, as he asked: "Are you good, Kenzie? Are you sure you're OK with this? I don't want to scare you… too much!"

Simultaneously gratified that her boyfriend was worried about her feelings, and pissed that he had broken character as she was just getting heated up, Kenzie hurriedly said 'yes,' then added with an arrogant look, "Fuck you, Captain! When I get free, you'll pay for this!"

This earned an almost mournful look from her captor, who cocked his head and studied the lieutenant's face for a moment. Kenzie flinched momentarily, seeing his dark eyes turn darker, for a second thinking she saw something ominous – but she held her defiant gaze and lifted her chin to signal that she refused to fear him. He stared at her for what seemed like minutes, taking in the moment before he introduced a new level.

That new level came in the form of a gentle caress of her tits, through her light blue uniform blouse… just enough to feel her stiffening nipples – before both hands grasped the material and ripped it open, baring her heaving chest. Kenzie's substantial tits were now thrust out for him, the cleavage enhanced by her metallic silver, silk bra. Wasting no time, he grabbed both nipples and squeezed fiercely, causing her to gasp loudly. He kept up the pressure as he bent to her ear, to deliver his message in a harsh, full throated whisper…

"You are my prisoner, Lieutenant. You exist to provide me with the secrets of your country. You will refer to me as Captain from this point forward. If you don't answer my questions, I will make you suffer. If you do answer my questions, you will suffer less… but you will still suffer. Either way, from here on out, you will either be crying, screaming or talking about secrets. Is that clear, Lieutenant?"

Kenzie's senses were reeling at the sudden change in tone. Her breasts were on fire as his fingers clamped them like vises, the steel cuffs behind her were digging into her wrists to an agonizing degree, and she was now more sexually aroused than she had been in her entire life. Oh my God, yes… take me somewhere and interrogate me, she thought frantically. Please hurt me… They were just thoughts, but they were as real as if she was mouthing them to him. Him… who was already hurting her, and making her both doubt and confirm her choice.

She nodded her head furiously, and said "Yes, Captain… I understand… but the Geneva Convention… I… um…"

This brought the smile back to the Russian, as he remembered the sad truth about American forces. They still held a romantic notion about honor in warfare that was so outdated as to be comical. If the Geneva Convention was her fall back, he thought, she really is fucked. He reached down to the Lieutenant's holster and withdrew her own gun, flipped the safety off and held it to her neck. She knew it wasn't loaded, but it nonetheless had a terrifying effect. She loved that he was once again fully into the role play as he shoved the barrel against her cheek and stared menacingly into her eyes.

"The Geneva Convention, my dear," he said, with a heavy Russian accent, "…was written long before I gave a fuck… and your future will require more than a piece of paper… unless that paper involves you signing a confession of war crimes against my people!" He slapped her hard and she fell backwards, hitting the wall, and then slumping to the ground.

What came next for Kenzie was so exciting that she began to shake from sheer anticipation, fear, and – dare she think it – lust. It was an odd combination for her senses, and one that she had dreamed of, but never thought she could trust anyone enough to pull it off. He began to prepare her for a move, of that she was sure… to where she didn't know – perhaps just upstairs to her bedroom – but she was hoping already that Vlad was creative and kinky enough to have converted his warehouse apartment into a torture cell. She went weak in the knees at the thought.

The Captain pulled out a large hunting knife from his waistband, and cut away Kenzie's bra, her firm breasts now free beneath her torn uniform shirt with its epaulets that displayed the single silver bar of her rank. He cut the two cups from her bra, and balled them up together. Before she knew what was coming, her hair was pulled roughly and she opened her mouth to scream – only to have it stuffed quickly with the material. Her eyes went wide as he then wrapped black duct tape tightly across her mouth and around her head. She forced herself to remain calm, and to breathe normally, as she reminded herself it was all just a game. An intense one, no doubt, but still a game. At the back of her mind, a passing thought wondered at the dexterity he displayed in gagging her… as if he had done it many times before.

The thought passed as he pulled her to her feet and shoved her forward, and up the stairs, her boots tapping on the wooded steps. Kenzie's heart skipped a beat as he forced her toward the garage rather than her bedroom. Yes! We are going elsewhere! This is getting fun.

Part I – Chapter 2: The Ride to Hell

What 1st Lieutenant McKnight saw next confused her at first. In the garage was a menacing looking large, black, Mercedes minivan of some sort, its windows fully blacked out, that had been backed in and the overhead door of the garage closed behind it. This was not Vlad's Toyota Corolla. He had apparently pulled out all the stops for this 'date,' renting a vehicle worthy of capturing and transporting a high value prisoner. She felt honored indeed, and her excitement grew.

Opening the back doors to the van, Kenzie peered inside to find a vehicle capable of transporting the criminally insane, confidentially of course. The interior was essentially a massive coffin-like box, with solid steel rings and brackets attached at various points on the sides. No one could see out… or in.

Kenzie looked to the Captain and tried to mouth her approval, forgetting momentarily that she had been so effectively silenced. Her eyes had just began to 'smile' her admiration for his taking the details of the game so seriously, when he abruptly threw a black, leather hood over her head. It was sudden and unexpected, and it was followed quickly with a zip tie that went around her neck tightly. Her world now black, Kenzie felt the beginning of fear again, but fought it back, as she tried to breathe normally under the stifling hood.

When he lifted her into the van, it was to a position on her knees, facing what she felt must have been the rear of the vehicle. As he uncuffed her, her first thought was that he was going to give her a reprieve for the ride to the next location. But within seconds, she felt thick metal shackles being affixed to each wrist, and the clanking of heavy chains resounded off the cold, hard interior of the van. As she remained on her knees, each arm was pulled up and out and she heard the chains being fastened to what had to be the metal rings she had seen.

Captain Milo Stradczyk climbed out of the back of the van and admired his prisoner. Kenzie kept her head up, trying to sense where he was, and what was to come next. He admired her spirit and bravery, even while knowing that she thought it was still a game. His gaze went to her full breasts, just visible beneath her torn tunic; her belted hips, and her long, taut thighs beneath her dark blue Air Force issue trousers. Her black boots were still on, and he felt himself immensely aroused by the total 'look' of the young lieutenant who was so unaware of the horror that awaited her at the end of this brief journey.

He had indeed converted his temporary 'apartment' in the warehouse in a relatively deserted part of Tampa Bay's waterfront. No one would suspect a simple retail warehouse company – and even if they did, they would certainly never find its massive lower level facility beneath heavy concrete and steel, soundproofed and completely hidden from the world. The conversion was in fact more than his abode… it was, in fact, the premier interrogation facility for the 5-SS, right here on American soil. The thought pleased him – that the Americans had no knowledge whatsoever that they had any sort of operation here, much less one that could achieve a new level of horrific torture on its victims. He smiled to himself as he recalled the design and build process, imagining how gratifying it would be to string up the lovely 1st Lieutenant Kenzie McKnight and make her beg for mercy… slowly… for hours. For days. For weeks.

He shook himself back to reality, and slammed the doors on the hot, young Lieutenant, who was managing a delicious "mmphing" sound through her gag.

The drive to the facility was brief – no more than 30 minutes, Kenzie estimated. She wondered how he was going to get her into the warehouse apartment without arousing the suspicion of neighbors. Perhaps he'd have to break the continuity of the game – and pick it up where they left off, once they were inside. She hoped not. Despite being terribly uncomfortable on her knees on the metal floor, her arms now going numb, and her jaw starting to ache from the gag, she was still tremendously aroused – and in fact came close to an orgasm as she imagined what lay ahead.

The timing of all of this was perfect: the new boyfriend, who was turning out to be quite the imaginative one; the week's leave when no one would be disturbing her; the days of passionate love-making that she was now anticipating.

Street noise dissipated for a time, then the road smoothed out, then she felt the van descend for quite some time, steadily. Some sort of parking ramp, she imagined… though it certainly seemed to descend for a long way. Was she underground, somehow? That would be unusual for the Tampa area. The van jerked to a stop, the engine was cut off, and there was silence. Total silence.

It lasted for a long time, the silence. Kenzie became aware of her own shallow breaths behind her leather hood, the pain in her wrists as the shackles bit into her skin, her knees aching from the drive to this new, unknown location. Eventually she heard clanking in the distance, the sound of heavy steel doors opening and closing, chains being ratcheted, and the dull hum of motors or generators. But always followed again by silence. Her new 'home' was a mysterious place already, and she marveled at her boyfriend's ingenuity. He had really found an ideal spot for an interrogation scenario.

Finally, when she thought she could not bear her kneeling position any longer, she heard the doors to the van open and the sound of the Captain returning to unshackle her from her temporary prison.

The Captain cut the ziptie securing her prisoner's hood and yanked it off. Kenzie breathed heavily through her nose, taking in unfettered air after so long under the leather. He then removed the chains from her wrists, and she groaned as her circulation returned slowly to her arms and legs. She fell into him with a sigh, before remembering to again get in character and try to fight him off. She put up a minor struggle, but he grasped her firmly by the neck and forced her to the cement floor of the ramp. YES… rough me up… I LOVE it!

Kenzie looked around at her surroundings – the bottom of a long driveway that ended before a set of heavy steel doors in the thick walls of what appeared to be a huge subterranean vault of some kind. Thank God this isn't real, she reminded herself… I'd be seriously fucked.

The Captain then shoved her to a door to the left and forced her inside what was simply a bathroom with all steel fixtures. "Relieve yourself, Lieutenant. You will want to do that before what's next… trust me." He clanged the door shut and bolted it from the outside.

Kenzie now found herself alone for the first time in an hour, and she gathered herself… looking in the mirror she surveyed her lithe body, and the slightly damaged uniform that still encased it. It's going to be fun to have him cut the rest of this off, she thought, as she ran her fingers through her auburn locks and sat down to pee.

As she did, her micro-cell vibed silently from within a slim compartment in the top of her right, knee-high boot. She pulled it out, realizing it was a reminder signal on her emergency mobile, of a message she first heard being received while they were in transit. Fuck, she said to herself, as she thumbed the ID pad to decode the encrypted message into plain text… I hope it isn't a general recall, or worse… they know I'm on leave, and this would be an especially inopportune time to kill what she expected to be the hottest date of her life.

She glanced lazily at the tiny screen, as she stretched in front of the mirror… and her eyes went wide with shock…

"SOCOM SECRET NOFORN/AUTH EYES ONLY: ALL HANDS NOTICE. RUSSIAN 5-SS OPERATING IN THE TAMPA AREA. EXTREMELY DANGEOUS ACTIVE CELL. REPORT ALL SUSPICIOUS CONTACT. NOT A DRILL. RED RECALL. ACKNOWLEDGE RECEIPT."

Fuck! Fuck – Fuck – Fuck!!! Kenzie spun around to the door, beyond which she now realized stood her worst nightmare. Vlad was, in fact, actually Captain Stradczyk, of the Russian 5-SS Corps. FUCK ME!

Think… think… Kenzie checked the screen, and saw what she feared – there was no cell signal. None. She keyed in a reply and hit 'send' anyway, just in case – "Agent 42/Code8/unknown location/underground in Tampa" – then thumbed the authenticator to encrypt, and shoved it back in her boot, hoping it wouldn't be discovered if she couldn't manage to escape; yet knowing that it would be.

Next, she flushed, and called out, "Just a minute, 'Captain,' I have to make myself presentable for my first session!" - and then added a loud giggle at the end, to reinforce to him that she remained unaware of her real situation.

She closed her eyes and imagined the world outside the door – the van, the ramp, the other doors, the lighting – everything. And most especially, HIM. What had he been wearing? Where was that hunting knife? Where did he put her sidearm? Could she incapacitate him long enough to get inside the van, and get it up the ramp – backwards, at speed? It wasn't running, that she knew. Were the keys still in it? FUCK!

"Please come join us, Lieutenant," said the Captain, in his 'Vlad' voice. "I want to show you my next surprise for our date!"

What did he mean by 'us,' she wondered. Probably nothing, but a 2nd – or more – Russians wouldn't be helpful, to say the least.

She went to the sink, splashed her face with cold water, took one last look in the mirror, trying to remove the panicked look, and ran through her quick mental plan one more time – remembering to try and improvise as it went to shit, as it most assuredly would… then she reached for the handle, and walked out, seemingly calmly.

Still just him… good. Kenzie put on her sexiest look, and slinked over to the Captain, swaying her hips, accentuated by her gunbelt, and hearing her boots click on the cold, cement floor. She managed a quick glance up the ramp, and saw dim light… perhaps she had a shot.

Right up to him, full frontal, she wrapped her arms slowly around his thick neck, and hissed quietly, "Hi Soldier, make me your prisoner… capture me… tie me… torture me… fuck me…." – and then she licked her full lips and planted her open mouth firmly on his.

The heat between them was instantaneous, and intense. The Captain responded by moaning into her mouth, enjoying the undeniable hotness of this world class beauty, and her erotic scent… and reveling in her unknowing plight. His eyes closed as his cock stiffened rapidly – and just as his groin received a full-force, crippling blow from his captive's knee.

He doubled over in searing pain, temporarily immobilized by the sudden blow. Kenzie worked quickly, grabbing her own unloaded 9mm that the Captain had in fact shoved into the back of his jeans. She clubbed him across the chin with the gun's butt, double handed, and he fell backwards from the second unexpected and brutal assault. It was highly effective, and seeing no other available weapon, Kenzie made a dash for the van.

Jumping in the driver's seat and slamming the door shut, she reached for the key… NONE! FUCK! Locking the doors from the inside, she look around frantically. Keyless ignition! She rammed the button, and the Mercedes fired to life instantly – the fob must have been with the Captain, near enough to sense a start. She slammed the gear lever into reverse, just as her window exploded, showering her with glass pellets. The Captain had recovered, using the butt of his hunting knife to shatter the window – how the fuck is he up after that blow? Kenzie asked herself. He reached in and grabbed her arm, just as the vehicle lurched backward, and began to accelerate up the ramp. Kenzie hit the walls repeatedly in the narrow, enclosed drive, but managed to continue her path up to freedom as sparks flew down the tunnel.

It was a brilliant escape… right up to the point that the van ran into the emergency barrier posts that appeared from the floor, and demolished the rear end of the van, twisting it up, airborne, and on to its side, blowing the airbag at the same time, and pinning Kenzie into her seat.

The bag deflated rapidly, and Kenzie began to climb out of the window, onto the cement, cutting her palms with shards of glass and metal shrapnel. She began to run – stagger, really – and promptly ran into the butt of what she instantly recognized as that of an AK-47 assault rifle. The clarity and slow motion sense of that moment was fascinating to her… because it was immediately followed by the rifle stock impacting her midriff; and because she knew it was her one way ticket back into hell. Despite her hard abs, it was enough to knock the wind out of her, and lay her out on her back, on the deck. A grinning Russian soldier looked down at her, cocking the AK as he did so.

As Kenzie passed out slowly from the trauma of the crash and the rifle's blow, her last thoughts were on imagining what tortures they would use. An hour ago she was thinking some light tickling after her boyfriend tied her up… now her mind wandered to a much darker place, as Russia's most feared interrogators moved her to what she knew would involve some very unpleasant methods. God, I hope they don't use electricity, she thought… that scares the fuck out of me… and her world went suddenly and blissfully black.

Part I – Chapter 3: Suffering on Level One

When 1st Lieutenant Kenzie McKnight awoke, it was indeed to a hell beyond her imagining. She was in the middle of a massive steel chamber, clearly part of a deep underground hideaway, soundproof and discovery proof. She was in Tampa, she knew… but she may as well have been in a dungeon somewhere in the bowls of the Kremlin itself. Oddly, she felt rested and alert. Perhaps they had drugged her, she thought, to have her ready to fully grasp what was to come.

Lieutenant McKnight surveyed her situation… she had been stripped of her shirt and uniform trousers, but was still in her silver thong panties, and her webbed holster was still around her waist for some reason – minus its sidearm, of course. They had left her boots on as well – and she suddenly remembered her micro-cell, and glanced down at the boot top to see if the secret compartment had been opened. She couldn't be sure, but it might not have been discovered… yet.

She was sitting upright in a cold, steel chair of some sort, her wrists cuffed behind the rear metal lattice, and her ankles were pulled back and cuffed to the rear legs. Thin silver bands of steel surrounded her thighs and her midriff, clamping her body securely to the chair. She wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon.

Kenzie glanced around in the dim light, and started to tremble with fear with what she saw. Glass cabinets lined two of the walls, replete with dozens of what appeared to be instruments of torture – blades, clamps, whips, knives, electrical cables and connections, vials of liquid… there was too much to take in. The other wall that she could see, directly in front of her, contained an assortment of chains, ropes, canes and rods, hanging for ready access; and an ominous, riveted door that resembled the hatch of a ship – through which she assumed she would receive a visitor in short order.

Where there was metal, or devices, there were also mirrors… in fact most of the walls were mirrored from about 25 to 75 percent of their height. They must be watching me… filming me. Fuck. Now she reminded herself to be aware of her every move… like glancing down at her boot as she had just done. Even that had likely been a mistake.

It was all a little cliché, she thought wryly – a dungeon out of central props… but the effect was nonetheless horrifying to her psyche. She steeled herself for what was to come. I really don't know that much, she thought. They must know that. Her training at SERE – Survival, Evasion, Resistance & Escape – had been pretty limited. But even that sucked – a lot – she recalled. And that was with the knowledge it was just a game. Today had started out as a game, too… their 5th date… But now. Jeezus…

Kenzie found herself starting to breathe hard, and perspire, her exposed skin taking on a fine sheen of moisture, highlighting here sinewy body's fit sexiness. She knew that was part of this too… that her captor, just the one she knew so far, had already delighted in her body starting on their second date; and that he would re-visit her body (and mind) again, in new and terrifying ways. She looked at herself in the mirrors on either side of the wall in front of her, and tried to calm herself. You're a military officer, Kenzie. You're sworn to resist to the best of your ability. And after all, I don't anything, really. I'll get through this. Vlad… or whatever this Captain's name is, will have sympathy for me. He told me he was falling for me.

Asshole. That was her next thought. She turned her feelings to anger, for what this fuck had done to her. For what he will do to her. I'll show him… I'll show THEM. How dare they come into my own country… into my own private life. Fuck them!

Though deep down she knew she was fooling herself, Kenzie's confidence was just starting to build from this mental exercise, as the door in front of her clanked and swung open – and Captain Stradczyk, her Vlad, stepped in. And her world came crashing down in her head again. He was in full Russian, dark gray and black secret police uniform, complete with medals, combination cover, leather gloves, jack boots, gun belt – and even a swagger stick. Christ, I thought those went out with the Nazis. This was not the gentle giant she had dated, fucked, and was starting to fall in love with. He was transformed into a frightening visage of evil.

He strode over to her and stood tall, legs apart, in front of her, his 6'4" frame towering over the chair. He looked at her as if he had never seen her before – though a bruise on his cheek reminded him otherwise. Cold, black eyes, a rock disposition.

"1st Lieutenant Kenzie McKnight," he began loudly in his heavy Russian accent, "You are a prisoner of the Russian security services, and you will divulge anything you know about your duties at U.S. Special Operations Command, and any other operational intelligence you have about the U.S. Military. If you do not answer fully and truthfully, I will make you suffer. You will suffer in ways you cannot begin to imagine. Do I make myself clear, Lieutenant?"

Kenzie looked up at her former boyfriend, still in horrified disbelief, her large blue eyes framed by her dark auburn hair that fell on the bare skin of her freckled shoulders. She mustered all of her inner strength, and cocked her head coyly, knowing that the last time they faced each other she had him immensely aroused. She summoned her courage, licked her full lips, and said quietly: "Oh, Vlad, sweetheart… you know this is easily the hottest date I've ever been on. Bring your mouth here, and let's pick up where we left off…"

She saw a spark in his eyes, and swore she picked up a slight tremble in his countenance. He bent down to her, slowly, put his face next to hers, taking in her scent – Tresor… and perspiration… and fear, he mused. Very hot… He put his mouth to hers, and she wasted no time in lashing out to bite his lower lip.

The Captain jerked back with a slight grunt and stood up, holding a gloved finger to his lip to discover a trickle of blood already evident. He smiled slowly at her, holding her harsh gaze for a moment. "Kenzie… my dear, sweet, Kenzie. This is the hottest date I've ever been on, too. And guess what? It's going to be a long, delicious one. For me. You know a lot about me already. But not enough. You don't know how sadistic I am. I was assigned to the U.S. because my techniques were too much even for my own comrades in Moscow… and they're former KGB. You see, I receive joy when people suffer. Actual joy. And I reach a truly altered state when beautiful women suffer."

He moved closer to her again, bent down to her ear, and whispered huskily… "Do you like my new facility? I designed it myself. It has three levels. As the levels go down, the suffering goes up. This is level one. And you're going to think it's level ten by the time we're done on this level."

Kenzie shuddered involuntarily, and her eyes welled up despite herself. The Captain began to caress her tight thighs with his gloved hand, her legs spread apart by her ankle cuffs. He gazed longingly at her sexy abdomen, then her firm, full tits, heaving now as she breathed heavily. His hand moved to her lips, tracing her full mouth with a finger. His eyes looked sympathetic for a moment, as he tried to imagine the horror this world-class beauty would soon experience. He wondered to himself, what kind of military would put someone so beautiful in harm's way. Such fools, he thought.

His cock grew rock hard, and the hint of a smile was evident as he pictured her pretty mouth stuffed, belted and screaming, as it soon would be. He loved the sound most of all… the screams, the whimpering, the pleading, the moans, the jerking of the victim in her bonds as the chains clanked, the hum of electric current, the singing of the whip or cane through the air.

The Captain closed his own eyes for a moment, enjoying this instant before it began… the anticipation of the pain to come, and seeing the fear in this girl's eyes, were other-worldly. It was tangible to him, as if he was holding it, and caressing it. And knowing that he had been with this one made it especially gratifying… he could add more psychological elements to it. And he would. God, it was going to be delicious.

Then he remembered, reluctantly that he had to focus, and maintain a balance. He had to meter the suffering… both for his own pleasure, and because there was the annoyance of needing to actually get some information from this hot young officer. He didn't care about that part, really – he never had – but somewhere, 5,700 miles away in Moscow, someone did.

That thought snapped the Captain back to reality, and he stood abruptly. "Kenzie, dear… Let's get back to our date. Do you like appetizers? Let me order some for us…" He snapped his fingers and within seconds, the door swung open again, this time admitting a tall, striking blonde who wore a tight, dark blue, two piece catsuit made from a lightweight material that looked like a second skin – something between leather and PVC, but clearly made for the physical work of torture. Hair in a ponytail, and with a severe look of professionalism on her face, the Sergeant looked with disdain at Kenzie. Her knee-high boots tapped on the floor as she strode to the Captain and came to parade rest, her arms locked behind her.

"This is Sergeant Petra. She will be assisting with your interrogation in Level I, Lieutenant. If you have anything to say, you will say it to her. If she likes what she hears, she will then allow you to repeat it to me. It's a chain of command thing, you see. I am interested in administering your encouragement for now, and can't be bothered with what will be meaningless information that you will likely try to spew… Sergeant – please silence the Lieutenant for now."

With a curt 'Yes Sir,' in Russian, the Sergeant walked to one of the cabinets, leaving Kenzie to realize that she hadn't been asked anything at all, yet. She desperately started to recite what she felt she must in this situation: "Kenzie McKnight, 1st Lieutenant, U.S. Air Force, 538-62-1757, I demand to be treated fairly as a prisoner of war."

"Ah, Lieutenant… the problem is, we're not actually at war," said the Captain, with a slight grin. "Sucks for you."

Sergeant Petra returned with a rolling metal table, the top laden with chrome trays containing numerous devices. She deftly rolled a bundle of gauze and approached her charge. "Kenzie, McKnight, 1st Lieu…MMMMPPHHHHH… Uuuuuhhhhhh!" Kenzie's chin had been grabbed by the Sergeant, and forced down, whereupon her mouth was instantly stuffed with the bundle, and packed tightly to fill it completely. She reached back to the table and grabbed a role of dark blue metallic tape and roughly slapped the end on her mouth, then wrapped it several times around her head.

Effectively gagged, Kenzie started controlling her breathing to try and calm herself. She shifted in the metal chair, as best she could. She was becoming aware of the biting steel at her ankles and wrists, thighs and abdomen. Already feeling numb in places, she wondered if that might actually help her, depending on where they planned to go to work.

Captain Stradczyk now looked at the table and selected two black, menacing clamps, about two inches wide on their ends, jagged teeth held together with a tight spring. Sergeant Petra watched with laser blue eyes as her boss went to work, as the professional sadist that he was.

He looked into Kenzie's eyes, caressed her cheek, and put his hand under her chin, lifting her head as he addressed her. "Focus, Lieutenant. Focus on what it is that I want. You only have needs now, not wants. You need to survive. I want information. Do you see the disconnect there?"

He had removed his gloves, and now a large hand caressed a nipple, as he continued to stare into her beautiful blue eyes, now wet with emerging tears. He wasted no more time, but opened a clamp and let it spring back on to her nipple, its teeth putting pounds of pressure into it, and eliciting a muffled squeal from Kenzie. "Oh come now, my dear. My own teeth have done that much, and you seemed to like it then."

He followed suit with the other nipple, and stood back to gaze at her as she shifted in the chair, fighting back the sudden waves of pain entering her breasts. What came next was as unexpected as it was terrifying…

"Sergeant," ordered the Captain, as he stood back with anticipation… "Bring our lovely Lieutenant to attention."

Petra reached upwards next to the chair and pulled down two black chains from the ceiling, clipping them to the sides with heavy clasps. Next, similar chains were brought out of the floor and fastened to the lower legs. She then reached to the side of the metal chair and threw a series of switches. Motors hummed, and several large clicks set in motion the transformation of Kenzie's chair into an expanding rack that slowly began putting the victim into a wholly new position for the horror that was to come.

The ingenious device began pulling her wrists up and outwards. Next, another series of sounds and movements of metal braces forced her into a standing position, and pulled her ankles out further to the side. Finally, the original brackets that had formed the back of the chair now came together and formed a vertical, square pole that vee'd inward to the small of her back, forcing her to thrust her hips forward.

Kenzie was now in a standing spread eagle position, her sexy body a perfect 'X' shape and arced toward his torturers, the tips of her boots just barely on the ground. Her ankles and wrists were secured by thick metal clamps that bit into her skin. She wore only her black g-string panties, gunbelt, boots – and of course the gag was firmly stuffed into her protesting mouth.

Her mind raced, desperately wondering how to escape her new stance. Oh my fucking God… what the FUCK?! The position in which Kenzie found herself in was bad enough. Her lithe frame was stretched to its limits – so she thought – and the metal clamps were putting her tits into a wrenching pain that was indescribable. And they haven't asked me anything yet… or begun any active torture. How the fuck am I supposed to withstand this? And then it really hit her… This was just level ONE, he had said!

"Oh, Kenzie… I do love to see you spread out before me in all of your glory," sneered the Captain. And she was indeed – her tight young body was stretched, splayed before him, every inch of her delicious pussy, midriff and tits forced outwards to meet any torture that was forthcoming. He walked to her, so tall that he was still a head above her despite her being lifted up and stretched to full height. He lifted her chin gently and breathed in her essence, delighting in her plight. "Please tell me something about SOCOM, my dear… you do work there, yes?"

Finally – a question… though she wondered why she was suddenly relieved to get one. She had no intention of answering it, or any other for that matter. Kenzie shook her head, not necessarily answering him, but as a gesture of disbelief. She couldn't believe she was in this position, just earlier today hoping for the sexual experience of her life… and now she was in a living hell of terror that could only get much, much worse. She wasn't about to answer him – not that she could anyway. She jerked at her wrists and continued shaking her head, staring at him as his lust began to grow. Kenzie looked into the eyes of a sadist; eyes which grew colder by the second. Meanwhile her own eyes betrayed her already, and leaked a large tear as she produced a pitiful "mmph" despite herself.

The Captain's cock grew instantly harder at that sight and sound and he drew back before slapping her hard across her face – not once, but five times in rapid succession. Kenzie's tears continued to flow as she forced herself to try and remain quiet, and brace herself from the blows. She was already a sweating, tear-stained mess, she told herself… which she knew was only fueling his passion.

He pulled up her face to him again, and admired her beauty, tracing his fingers over her pert nose, across her taped mouth, and up behind her neck, under her dark red mane that fell to her freckled shoulders. His breaths became faster and he remembered that the day was young… that he had to pace himself with his enjoyment. He so wanted to put his cock in her full mouth and bring her close to suffocation as he gagged her with his stiff manhood. But not yet. First she must suffer more. Much, much more. He knew, from experience, that his pleasure grew exponentially with every encounter, and within each encounter, especially when his victim was nearly mad with pain that came from hours of slow, relentless torture. God, how he loved his job.

The Captain strode to the mirrored wall in front of his shackled prisoner, and surveyed his choices of instruments. He pulled two single tail whips off a rack and handed one to Sergeant Petra. They took position on either side of Kenzie, a whip's length away, and surveyed the young woman before them. She continued to shake her head in fright and disbelief, as the Captain leered at her sinewy midriff, the first target he intended to strike. "Follow my lead, Sergeant!" – he barked in Russian.

Both whips sailed through the air, singing in earnest as they leapt to Kenzie's exposed front. One landed directly on her left nipple, snapping off the clamp that was still attached; the second landed just below her navel with a loud 'crack' as it recoiled for its next attack. The victim's eyes went wide as her torture began in earnest. Before she could react and attempt to recover in some way from the first strikes, the whips had returned, finding their way to her thighs, her hips, her belly and her tits. The pace of the whipping began slowly and deliberately, the two Russians taking their time building a rhythm between them, and eventually alternating with their timing.

The Captain's favorite technique was to hit a specific spot, and have Petra strike in the exact spot a second later. She was incredibly adept, and very rarely missed her target. The effect was to double the pain at each impact area, and cause a red welt to appear a moment later, as the skin reacted to the abuse. Kenzie was in absolute agony, as her stretched, protruding front was relentlessly assaulted, no part of her being spared except for her face. For now, the Captain wanted to preserve her facial beauty, as he loved seeing the unfettered fear wrought on her young visage.

Kenzie found that she wasn't screaming into her gag, but instead was yelling 'Stop!... Stop!' repeatedly, which of course was coming out as nothing but a muffled grunt. She found herself wondering why, since she knew nothing she could say or do would stop the searing bites of pain that were her sudden reality. She jerked her wrists and ankles instinctively, trying to shift away from the assault. A chance blow knocked the other clamp from a breast, and she felt a searing pain there as the blood started to return to the nipple and the whips added to the intensity of the pain elsewhere.

Tears now streamed down Kenzie's contorted face, rolled down her neck, and on to her chest. Her lustrous, young skin glistened in the light of the torture chamber as the whipping continued. The Captain liked this simple, elegant form of torture as a way to begin. It was enough to frighten the victim, and leave some delicious but not permanent marks – but most importantly, it reached a level where she began to think she could endure the pain… fool herself into thinking that perhaps this was as bad as it could get… gut it out. But of course nothing could be further from the truth, and that psychological plateau would be one of many that would work against her in the time ahead.

In fact Kenzie was already thinking along those lines. This was agonizing, but she was alive, she hadn't divulged any information, and her breathing was even more controlled as she began to be in synch with her two assailants and the whips they yielded. It had seemed like a half hour – but in fact was only five minutes – when the Captain nodded to Petra, and the whipping suddenly ceased. Another nod was the order for the Sergeant to continue with the psychological mind-fuck that was just beginning.

Petra strutted to her charge, her beautiful, severe, Slavic features a mixture of sadism and lust. She ran her gloved hands over Kenzie's tits, flat tummy and hips, now slick with perspiration and tears, admiring this perfect American specimen that she had the privilege to torture alongside her country's best interrogator. She went behind Kenzie and placed her hand on her hips, and putting her face to the back of her neck, breathing in her essence. Grabbing her hair, the Sergeant then pulled her head back sharply and began to remove the tight gag.

Once it had been ripped clear, and Kenzie had spit out the gauze, Petra covered her mouth with her own and kissed her deeply, one hand pulling her head back, the other caressing her welt-covered midriff. It then drifted down to her mound, where she pulled away the thin silver fabric of her g-string, and rammed her fingers up her cunt, roughly. Kenzie screamed into Petra's mouth, only heightening her desire to hurt her victim more.

After several minutes of pleasuring herself, the Sergeant backed away, breathing heavily, and forced herself to wait. She had learned that from the Captain also. Pace yourself. "Your pleasure will only increase," he had said, "as you reach each plateau along with your prisoner. Time is on your side. Everything is on your side. Make them suffer slowly. And your pleasure will be as indescribable as their pain is unbearable."

Now, calming herself, and with the Captain calmly taking a seat before them, Sergeant Petra strode slowly back to Kenzie, and reached for the device's control panel once again. With the touch of a button, Kenzie's limbs began to be stretched further. The intelligent system sensed the tension to the micro-kilogram of force, and ratcheted the pulleys slowly, almost imperceptibly. Kenzie's immediate reaction was that she thought she would be drawn and quartered… that they had miscalculated, and were stretching her too far. Her wrists and ankles began to bleed as the metal restraints began to tear at her skin; and she thought her body would be dislocated.

Her gag removed, Kenzie began to yell at her captors. "What the fuck? Stop!!! Noooo!!!!" Her pleas quickly devolved into screams, as the motors whirred.

The system finally stopped after what seemed like minutes, knowing that permanent damage was not ordered by the human operator, and Kenzie was now stretched to the maximum of her anthropometric limits – though it felt as if they had been exceeded. Petra smiled at the result it had produced on her victim… her ribcage showing under her protruding tits, the muscles of her abdomen stretched vertically taut to accentuate the height of her beautiful, slim body. Most of all, she could not help but gaze into the Lieutenant's crystal blue eyes, and wonder what was going through her panicked mind. Kenzie's screams had become gasps as she settled into her new reality and tried to calm herself.

And now for the best part of Level I, Petra thought to herself. It was time to bring the prisoner to her next plateau…

Part I – Chapter 4: Shock and Awe

Another button pressed, and the device whirred and clicked anew. It kept Kenzie spread eagle, but ingeniously tilted her body about 45 degrees level with the deck. Her dark red hair now draped behind her, and oddly the new position provided some momentary relief. Things were relative at this point, she realized… relief meant that pressure on her limps was transferred to new points, and old points became throbbing nightmares all to themselves.

Kenzie used the brief respite to address the officer in charge: "Captain, I don't know anything! I'm a 1stLieutenant! What the fuck do you think I know?! Please! Just get me down, and let's talk!"

That outburst earned a sharp rebuke from Sergeant Petra. "Silence, Lieutenant!" She delivered a wicked slap across her mouth, drawing blood anew, and forcing her limbs to be jerked at their fastening points, which caused Kenzie to sob loudly. "You were told to address ME only! And to provide information only! You will pay for your failure to follow orders in both case! The first current level will now be doubled!"

Current? What the fuck? Wha?! OH GOD NOOOOO!!! Kenzie fought back the fear of what she knew must be coming. And it was realized almost immediately, as the Sergeant bent down to the frame of her securing device and opened several small panels, extracting their contents. Additional chrome bands were rolled out from the bars and secured to the prisoner. They were about four three inches in width, and about as thin as aluminum foil, but appeared to have ribbed conductors running their length. The bands were wrapped around Kenzie's thighs, midriff, and chest – directly across her nipples. A final band was wrapped around her forehead and secured with a mini chain device to the larger chains that held her arms out.

The Sergeant worked carefully, with a horrifying grin of anticipation on her lips. She knew what was coming and was eager to light up the American prisoner. But this was not all that was in store… she reached down into a small port in the floor between Kenzie's legs and pulled out a smooth silver bullet-shaped device. About 18 inches in length and several inches in diameter, the electrified dildo was covered in nodules and ribs. Its back end ran to a coil cord that disappeared into the floor.

Sergeant Petra pulled the device up to Kenzie's face, and brought her own close to the captive. "THIS, Lieutenant, is my favorite part of Level 1. In English I call it the Golem, for its magical power… the power to get me off as I watch you scream. NOW SUCK IT!" The device was rammed into Kenzie's protesting mouth, the Sergeant gaining some initial lubrication for its chrome surface. Kenzie thrashed in her bonds, but her head was forced back, and she nearly choked on the thick steel intrusion.

It was removed quickly, and just as quickly the Sergeant reached down to Kenzie's pussy, pulled away the tiny g-string, and rammed the probe roughly up into her, at least a third of the device's length. There was no waiting for her inner muscles to receive the device and expand, and Kenzie's entire lower region felt like it was being torn apart by her legs. She screamed a primal scream that was followed by loud whimpering and begging.

The Sergeant, having heard worse, calmly continued to prepare her victim. From the base of the golem, she retracted a tiny bungee cord system that went around Kenzie's hips and back to the device to secure it in place. It would be shoved further into her later… but there was work to do first. The prisoner had to think it was all the way in, and couldn't be more horrific. More plateaus to get too, the Sergeant smiled to herself… always more plateaus for her – and for me – if it's done correctly.

Next, Petra backed away from the Lieutenant to admire her predicament. Suffering mightily, she was sobbing and moaning, yet trying to keep her head up to see what was next, and signal at least some sort of strength and resistance that she didn't feel… SERE training, Petra realized. This one is terrified, but she's remembering her training. I'm proud of her, she mused. She's as strong as she is beautiful. THE BEST KIND.

Wasting no more time, Petra reached for the device's remote with one hand… and slid her other hand into her tight shorts, ready to add to her own pleasure as her victim suffered for her. Just for her…

As promised, the torturer began at the second intensity setting for the electrical bands that wrapped themselves around Kenzie's tight little body and head. There would be no easing into this next horror… and to make it better, she selected the 'all band' mode to bring everything into play at once.

With the flick of her index finger, the Sergeant brought Kenzie very much back to the reality of her 5th date with Captain Stradczyk. Her play date! That thought brought an audible laugh from the Sergeant just as Kenzie's body jerked up and out, jolting her world into a nightmare pulse of electrical hell that she thought must kill her. The pain shot through her upper thighs into her belly, through her tits and up into her shoulders, and across her forehead all at once. It lasted only for several seconds, but it was enough to make her think that she had been ripped from limb to limb.

Kenzie tried to scream… wanted to scream… but couldn't. The impact was first one of paralysis, then one of a slow retracting of her muscles so that she first found a way to breathe, then only to let out a long, slow wailing sound that increased in intensity for several seconds, before trailing off miserably and ending in quick gasps.

The audible reaction was especially gratifying for Petra – she hadn't heard one quite like that, and it made her go instantly wet as she stroked her own sex and looked at the beautiful, contorted face of the young Air Force Lieutenant. Pace yourself… pace yourself… she said quietly. Take your time, and enjoy this extraordinary glimpse of heaven – and hell – on earth.

Now the Sergeant really went to work, ensuring Kenzie had no time to recover, or even to think. The remote's roughly dozen control switches allowed the inflictor to select individual bands or combine them, vary intensity, or to provide what she called 'stabs' – as they felt like knife slashes – or pulses. Moving right up to the third, fourth and fifth settings, she expertly varied the torture so that there was no prepping for one area or another by the victim, though that would have had very little effect anyway, except psychologically. The higher settings would be used when the Golem was brought into play. Not yet…. Mmmmmm… not… just… yet….

Kenzie thrashed in her steel bonds, the chains clanking loudly, paying no heed to the damage she was doing at her wrists and ankles, and sweating profusely. The moisture from her perspiration and tears was ensuring that the electrical current was as effective as possible, spreading to nearly every exposed part of her skin.

After five minutes of unrelenting shocks (Kenzie thought an hour had passed), the Sergeant paused for a moment. She knew what was next. It always was. On cue, Kenzie desperately tried to talk – which is why she had been left un-gagged. "I….. uhh…… I…. SOCOM…. I'm there…. My service number is…. (unintelligible…)… 1st Lieu…. Ohhhh… fuck….. pleeeeaasssee….!!!"

But it was plateau time, and the Sergeant was having none of it. She reached to the nearby utility table and pulled off a massive rubber dildo gag. It was quickly rammed into Kenzie's pleading mouth, the thick rubber strap pulled behind her head and fastened with a clamp that harshly snapped shut. Rubber straps from the top and bottom of the gag were pulled over her head and behind her neck, and clipped into place as well. "MMMMmmmmmmmmppphhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!" Kenzie desperately screamed into a black, choking rubber cock, trying… trying… trying… to say something. Where she worked… what she did… anything. I can't go through that again! I just can't!"

But of course she wouldn't go through that again. It would be far worse.

Sergeant Petra now used additional straps to fasten Kenzie's head so she had so stare up and ahead, directly at her torturer. The tall, blonde Russian threw her own head back with lust, her long blonde mane running down her sinewy back. One hand on a hip, the other holding the remote, she cocked her head and mocked her prisoner, in Russian: "What's that, Lieutenant? I can't hear you. You want to tell me something? You waited a little long, for my liking. More disobedience. Which will be punished."

Her finger moved to the unused portion of the panel on the remote. The Golem now came to life; and as before, there was no easing into this. Pulses of electricity, together with sharp steel knobs began to work their magic together – the current throwing its arcs into Kenzie's inner pussy, the knobs thrusting in and out along the full length and girth of the dildo… and all of it rotating at the same time. The device was a nightmare of brilliant hell, damaging its victim – but just enough physically so as not to render permanent harm… yet.

Psychologically, the Golem was another story. Kenzie wanted death at that moment… and in fact was pleading for it, loudly – into her black hole of soundlessness. How could they do this? WHY?! What the fuck kind of interrogation is this? SERE school was not this. Nothing was THIS!

Sergeant Petra manipulated the remote, the Golem now working along with the bands across her victim's body, delivering a hell that was causing the torturer to climax too soon. Kenzie was the hottest victim she had ever had the privilege to work on, and she forced herself to stop again. But she was at a fever pitch, and couldn't hold back. She strutted quickly to Kenzie, rammed the Golem all the way up as far as it would go and re-fastened it hurriedly. Kenzie shrieked and tried to stop it, but it was impossible.

Coming around to her victim's side, Petra ran her hands over every inch of the shaking body, spreading the sweat evenly across her skin, and into the metallic bands. She bent down to kiss the corner of Kenzie's eyes, one by one, tasking the delicious tears that were flowing freely and basking in the utter terror she had inflicted. Working the remote blindly now, Petra had the Lieutenant dancing in her bonds, and was now pressing herself on to her so that she was receiving some of the current herself.

Moaning as loudly as Kenzie now, but in unbridled lust, Petra came around between the victim's legs and thrust her pelvis into the Golem, forcing it further to its stop. She left the remote at its last setting as it dropped to the floor and freeing her hands. She now jerked the band around Kenzie's chest free, putting the current down across her navel for the first time and exposing her tits. Petra then reached into her utility belt and pulled out her baton.

Yielding the short leather crop across Kenzie's breasts caused her screams to now become audible through the thick gag. The jerking of the victim put Petra into convulsions and she became uncontrollably weak as she finally came forcefully, falling to her knees just as Kenzie passed out into a welcome, blissful unconsciousness.

From the chair in front of the torture scene, Captain Stradczyk stood and walked to his Sergeant's kneeling, shaking form. He pulled out his cock and lifted Petra's chin. It was time to help her celebrate the excellent plateau she had helped achieve for all of them.

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