1st Lieutenant Kenzie McKnight, U.S. Air Force, was startled awake by a single drop of moisture that fell 20 feet from the maze of pipes in the large cell's ceiling. She wiped the moisture from her face and her mind was blank for a moment, trying to make sense of where she was. She lay on her side on a bare, cold and damp cement floor, dressed in a fresh uniform, complete with her boots, garrison cover and webbed gunbelt, sidearm in its holster. From sheer instinct, Kenzie sprang to her feet, stance wide, and withdrew her pistol, sweeping it in a full arc around her in the dim light of the chamber. Though still just a new member of Special Operation Command's new strategic intel unit, her training came first, and she quickly and naturally took a defensive posture as her head cleared.

And then it all came rushing back – the "date" she had been on that had gone to hell, to say the least; and the torture she had endured in "Level 1" of the Russian 5-SS facility, the pain and suffering she had been dealt at the hands – and tools – of Captain Milo Stradczyk and his assistant, Sergeant Petra… and most horrific of all, she remembered what Petra had whispered ominously into her ear just as she passed out, an indeterminate time ago: "We know where your sister is…"

And then she saw it… emblazoned in bright red on each of the four otherwise gray, cement walls, 50 feet or so in each direction around her: "Level 2." Kenzie felt light-headed, and dropped to her knees from the shock of the realization. No, no, no, no… this can't be true. It can't be real. It must have been a dream. How could the 5-SS be here in Tampa? How could she be in this situation? Level 1 had been the worst nightmare of her young life. How could Level 2 be any worse?

Oddly, she felt fresh and rested, though she moved stiffly, and felt as if her arms were heavy, a result of being suspended arms-overhead for so long. She looked at her arms and the aftermath of the clamps that had held her wrists… and then saw fresh needle tracks in both arms. She had likely been revived with adrenaline, she thought, and obviously some time had passed, though how much was unclear. She put her feet together, and felt a sharp pain deep in her pussy… the horrific Golem had been removed, but had left scars deep within her that throbbed incessantly.

Kenzie reached to the gap between the top of her thighs and massaged her mound to ease the pain. God, how her "boyfriend" had loved that space between her legs… and she remembered suddenly how he had re-visited that space in a sick way, in his post-boyfriend role.

Why the fuck was she dressed in full uniform again? The bastard must have raided her closet at some point. She holstered the pistol and glanced at the top of her boot. Looking around for cameras and not seeing any, she took a chance and reached for the hidden communication device that was there – and now was not! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck me… This is going to be bad, she thought. She knew now that there was no way she could deny anything.

Pulling out her gun again, she clicked to lower the clip and found a fully a fully loaded magazine. What the fuck? Captain Stradczyk – he must be relishing the chase. She knew how turned on he was by the sight of her tall, lean frame in her tight uniform… and how doubly excited he would be knowing that she could resist him again. Pulling the slide back and chambering a round, she moved cautiously toward the nearest wall, as she began to look for a way out – though she knew it was a futile gesture.

Lieutenant McKnight's boot heels clicking on the cement were the only sounds in the room, aside from her breathing, which she tried to get under control. She was armed, and as yet physically unharmed for the most part, though she knew the trauma of her torture on Level 1 was artificially suppressed with drugs, not to mention the psychological effects, as her fear of the unknown started to return.

Suddenly, there was the whirring of electric motors and a large slab of the concrete wall slid open to her left, replaced deftly by a massive video screen that clicked into place. Kenzie backed away and trained her pistol at the monitor. Well over 100 inches, the crisp, slim portal blinked to life and revealed a slowly moving scene. It was somewhere that seemed vaguely familiar, and was being transmitted by a head-mounted camera by someone moving carefully through an abandoned stairwell. No, no, no… it can't be… this looked like the stairwell in her little sister's dorm. FUUUUCK! Stradczyk's men were, in fact, in Terri's dorm at FSU! Kenzie found herself screaming at the screen: "You sick bastards, leave her alone! She has nothing to do with this. I'll fucking kill you if you touch her." But the scene progressed, a relentlessly blinking "LIVE" appearing in the lower right of the screen. They were going to make her watch her sister's abduction, of that Kenzie was sure. She was just a sophomore, on a swimming scholarship at the university. Tall and fit like her sister, Terri was a lanky brunette with a swimmer's body despite a large chest. The hot, young teen was already being pursued by lots of guys who leered into her large green eyes and admired the high cheekbones that framed her sexy face. The redhead was a virtual twin to the Canadian actress Elisha Cuthbert, with a younger look … Yes, she was clearly being pursued by many interested men… but not like this!

The co-ed's door was opened easily with a key card that they had somehow obtained, and the team of three Russians entered swiftly and silently. It was a holiday weekend, and virtually no one was around to hear the break-in anyway. The lead agent switched on his helmet's night vision and crept toward the bedroom. Terri had fallen asleep exhausted after swim practice, and now wore only a black silk bra and panties, having just showered just an hour before.

Watching the screen in horror and disbelief, Kenzie looked around her own room frantically, trying to devise some sort of response… but there was none. This was the beginning of the horror of Level 2, she quickly realized. Her anger grew in equal amounts to her fear – which is exactly what Captain Stradczyk was counting on, of course. He was watching both Lieutenant McKnight and the unfolding scene at the dorm, delighting in the plight of the sexy intelligence officer whose eyes were reflecting her raw emotion. He stroked himself as he watched his men approach his next victim, his breath quickening, knowing that this was all by his own design. It was Petra, however, who had suggested that the young Terri's ordeal start right in her own room... and it was an ingenious first scenario. He could hardly contain his excitement.

Suddenly the monitor brightened as the three men entered the room where the sleeping co-ed lay. They had ditched their NVGs and thrown the light switch so that the next moments could be crystal clear to the viewers, miles away. Jolted by the sudden noise and the glaring light, Terri leapt from the bed and started to scream. But a black-gloved hand slapped over her open mouth and the scream became a muffled protest as two more sets of hands quickly went to work. Terri's struggling, nearly naked body was instantly subdued, her wrists tied to the top frame of the metal bedposts, and her ankles to the base. The thick zip ties held her spread eagle while her protesting mouth was jammed with a cloth and secured with heavy black tape.

The next step the men took had Lieutenant McKnight staring at the screen in disbelieving shock. One of the intruders unzipped a large duffel bag and pulled out two tripods, with small cameras mounted to them. He set up the high-def units to provide two views to the live video feed: one was to be a close up focused on Terri's panicked face; the other a wide view of the action that was about to ensue. With a few touches on a mobile device, the monitor in Kenzie's chamber blinked momentarily before revealing a split screen of both views. Watching it all live, Kenzie realized they were setting up a front-row seat for her to witness the horror show that was to come.

Next from the duffel bag came a large pouch that one of the agents rolled out on the floor next to the bed on which the struggling co-ed was secured tightly. She must have heard the clinking that it made, because she jerked her head to the side to look, and saw a variety of steel instruments and probes arrayed on the black cloth – scalpels and knives, clamps and electrodes and various tools whose uses were unclear. Terri whimpered pitifully into her gag and jerked at her bonds to no avail – while her older sister stared at her scared eyes on the high definition screen in front of her.

What the fuck were these monsters going to do to this innocent young woman? Kenzie was shifting back and forth, raising and lowering her sidearm, her mind exploding as she watched her little sister cry helplessly. What must she be thinking? Who were these men, and what did they want with her? Terri's restrained lean, muscular body glistened in the building heat of the room as the camera picked up every detail in the wide shot. The three men stood at the side of the bed making final adjustments to her bonds, the cameras and the sound system. They wanted this to be perfect.

And so did Sergeant Petra. She had asked the Captain if she could orchestrate this portion of Level 2, and had agreed, delighted to see his new assistant taking some initiative in finding new ways to terrorize captives. She was determined to raise the bar on the psychological aspects. That was now being put to the test. As Kenzi continued to look at the screen in disbelief, Petra walked onto the "set," and the three men lined up alongside the bed, acknowledging their superior, for whom they had prepared her victim. She was wearing a skintight black leather suit and tall boots, and her long, blonde hair cascaded down on to her slim shoulders.

Turning now and facing the camera on the wide shot, Petra spoke English, in her heavily accented Russian tongue: "Good evening Lieutenant McKnight. And thank you for divulging the whereabouts of your sister. Theresa (she pronounced it "tay-ray-saw") is as lovely as I imagined. Mmmmm… I wish you were here with us. I can smell her freshly perfumed skin… and now – her fear. Did you know that fear has its own scent, Lieutenant? Ah, I have to remember that you can't answer me. No matter. Shall we begin?"

Kenzie screamed at the monitor and began to desperately look around her chamber again, searching in vain for a way out… knowing that it was futile, and she would be compelled to watch her sister suffer in front of her.

But it was worse than that… much worse: Petra strode to the bed and knelt down close to Terri's ear. She spoke slowly and softly – almost in a soothing voice – but the camera's high gain mic easily transmitted her voice to the chamber where Kenzi watched with wide eyes. "Theresa, my dear… your sister Kenzi is also our prisoner. And you should know that she broke so easily under interrogation. In fact, she said she would do anything not to be tortured… and she gave you up almost immediately. Here, let me play some of our, um… ‘discussion' with Lieutenant McKnight…"

Petra snapped her fingers, and one of the men touched his mobile device to begin the audio playback. It was Kenzi, speaking in a stuttering but clear voice: "Yes, yes… her name is Terri. Theresa. Please, don't hurt me anymore. You can have her. I'm much more valuable to you alive… take her in the dorm – she doesn't have a roommate, so it should be easy. I'll tell you what you want to know. I can't take the pain… please, no more!"

Kenzi listened in disbelief as the computer-generated voice continued to betray her sister. She looked to the split-screen and saw the face of her terrified little sister, shaking her head and crying. "NO, NO, NO!!! You can't do this. I didn't say those things! Terri – no! Don't listen to them! I would never let them hurt you! YOU FUCKERS!!!" None of Kenzi's outburst was heard miles away in the dorm, of course. Terri squeezed her eyes shut and cried, her body shaking uncontrollably, trying to process the knowledge that her sister had given her up under torture.

Sergeant Petra stroked Terri's cheek with a gloved hand, bringing her fingers to her mouth to taste her tears. Her pussy throbbed as she delighted in this new victim's terror, and she knelt closer to take in the tantalizing scent of this helpless, nubile teen. "There, there, my little American. Don't worry. You'll soon forget about your betraying sister… We're about to give you something else to focus on… something much more, shall we say, ‘in the moment.'" Petra threw her head back and laughed, as she stood up beside the bed, eager to get to work.

Kenzie, desperate to stop the action being played out before her eyes, started pleading with the monitor in front of her. She holstered her weapon and dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please, Captain! Stop this madness! I'll tell you what you want to know. I'm with the Strategic Intel Unit! I know… certain things… please let my sister go – she's done nothing!"

The silence was deafening – but not in the control room, where Captain Stradczyk leaned back in his chair with a sigh of complete satisfaction, and lit a cigar. He wanted the Lieutenant's information, certainly… but he wanted her suffering much, much more. There was still plenty of time. He gazed lovingly at Kenzie's kneeling, shaking form, her slim, sexy body showcased so well by her tight, blue uniform. She really is world class, he thought. And her sister… my God, I can't wait to make them suffer together. Yes… there was so much more to come.

But now, in a dorm room miles away, his assistant went to work. Sergeant Petra began to further direct the action. The men yanked the single mattress out from under Terri, and her stretched body fell on to the thin criss-cross metal lattice below. This further caused her wrists and ankles to be pulled from the zip-tied corners, and she winced with the pain of the tightened restraints. It would also provide the enhanced electrical conductivity that Petra was seeking. Reaching into a large duffel, the men began hooking up their mobile electro-shock kit, plugging it into the wall to provide the necessary power, and clamping on the heavy electrodes that would send the current through the bed frame.

To make things more interesting, Petra sliced off Terri's bra with a large hunting knife and applied one of her favorite devices – a set of circular chromium plates that went over Terri's ample tits, and were clamped on with spring-loaded nipple bars. The pain of that exercise was significant enough to make the co-ed scream anew into her gag and jerk her body upward. "Oh, Theresa, my dear, that was just a little distraction to take your mind off things. The electricity will soon make you forget the clamps… don't worry your pretty little head about it."

Next, wires were connected to the breast plates from the generator and the setup was nearly complete. Petra had chosen to leave her victim's pussy untouched for now… she had to save some of the goodies for later. And besides, she loved how the black g-string panties were set high on the young woman's hips, framing her delightful form above and below. Petra rubbed Terri's mound through the silk material delighting in the building heat and moisture between her thighs, and admiring this beauty's taut, swimmer's abdomen. God, this was going to be fun!, she thought, as she stood up beside the bed frame.

Next, upon a nod from Petra, one of the men added the final touch. A full gallon of saline solution was poured over Terri's body. Terri gasped and choked through her gag as the stream hit her face and body, and she thrashed against her bonds, reacting to the shock of the cold liquid. But this, of course, was the easy part… the salty water, together with the metal of the bedframe and breast plates would be the ideal conditions for the arcs of electricity that would soon find their way into the young teen.

Petra gazed lazily into the darting eyes of her charge. This was her favorite moment, she realized… that time when she was able to step back for a moment and survey the scene before the party itself began… the panicked, disbelieving look from her captive; the quivering of her supple skin as she shook from cold and fear; the expectant quiet in the room, as if nature itself was preparing for the screaming and rattling of metal that was about to come; the palpable scent of fear, and the excited breathing of the assembled sadists who were about to be rewarded with the fruits of their cruelty.

Kneeling to the generator by Terri's head – placed there so she could see the blinking lights and meters that would add to her terror – the Sergeant went to work. She flipped several switches and moved various knobs, most of which were completely non-functional but added to the captive's mental distress. And then she began, with a single "click."

Current flew through the cables and into Terri's nubile and outstretched form at every point of the metal lattice that was lacing her back, ass and legs – and into her heaving breasts. Her face froze in place as she bit down on the rag in her mouth, and her body convulsed and shook, pulling at the sharp restraints at her extremities. Nothing could have prepared her for the cruelty that was being inflicted on her young body, and the mere five seconds of the first application were enough to make her think she had entered hell. What she could not know was that this was just a warmup. This was just a test charge to ensure things were operating properly.

And her torturers were more than satisfied that they were. The beauty of this young woman's athletic, young body was unparalleled, thought Petra, and she felt the sudden, urgent need to hurt her even more, quickly and cruelly. She ripped Terri's gag from her mouth in a frenzy, and quickly cranked the power and threw the switch again, leaving it on for ten seconds while she studied the quivering form of Terri's full mouth that couldn't work up the strength to emit a scream. It had never been this intoxicating to Petra, so soon, and it took a hand on her shoulder from one of the men to remind her to stop the current before permanent damage was done.

Terri fell back from her full arcing reaction and began to sob pitifully, tears streaming down her cheeks and onto the floor beneath the frame. Miles away, her sister did the same. Kenzi found herself alternating between yelling threats at the monitor pleading to Terri to just hold on… that she would come soon enough to rescue her. She was horrified by the gratuitous torture that these Russians were engaged in, purely for their own pleasure. Kenzi was ready to give them military secrets – the little she knew – but there was no one to give them to!

Sergeant Petra made some adjustments to the electrical gear, smiled to herself, then knelt beside her prisoner. Moving close enough to feel the heat from Terri's wet and shaking skin, Petra studied every part of her body, ending up just inches from her face. She remained there, their mouths nearly touching, as she reached to her side and turned a knob. A low current surged into Terri's nipples, just enough to hurt, but far less than what she had just been through. The captive jerked up instinctively and gasped, waiting for more.

Petra kept the shock level low at first, and focused on silencing Terri's quick, frightened breaths by covering her mouth with her own. She inhaled her amazing scent and felt her fear being transferred into her own body, adding to her growing sexual gratification. Her other hand caressed the teen, spreading the saline solution over her tanned skin as she moaned with her own pleasure, heightened by the suffering of her victim. Deftly, she moved the knob to double the current coursing through Terri's breasts. That caused her eyes to open wide and begin to scream, but Petra's mouth effectively gagged the outburst.

Sensing that she was getting ahead of herself again, and knowing that Terri was beginning to think that this was as bad as it was going to get, the Sergeant abruptly shut down the current and stood up. She had to take a moment to compose herself, as her contact with the crying teen was putting her over the top, and she still had work to do.

Looking down, Petra set the stage once again: "Theresa, my dear… did you enjoy our little, um, how do you say? Foreplay. Yes, that's it. I'm afraid what comes next for you is much less pleasurable. And we will need to silence that pretty little mouth of yours again. You'll likely wake up the campus with this next part."

Terri began to yell, but a brutal slap whipped her head to the side and split her lip, instantly silencing the teen. A rubber plug was inserted deep into her mouth and a leather wrap was fastened tightly around her head. Kenzi watched in continued horror, still on her knees in front of the large monitor. She found herself alternating between moaning and pleading in the dark chamber, her protests echoing off the dank, cement walls.

Petra reached to the canvas pouch where the steel instruments had been waiting. She picked up what looked to be a crimping device of some kind and eyed it admiringly. The electric breast plates were pulled off, and Terri winced as the blood returned to her nipples. It seemed a welcome respite to her, thinking the shocks would no longer have to be endured. But she couldn't know what was to come next. Petra grabbed one of Terri's large tits, forcing the nipple up directly at the ceiling and her tool was brought to bear. The pincers covered their target and the handle was depressed, releasing a CO2 charge that instantly inserted a large, chrome piercing through the nipple. The blunt tube was not small, and the muffled, guttural scream that followed could be heard through the rubber gag.

Petra worked in a clinical, methodical manner that belied the intense sexual gratification that continued to build within her. She took a moment to admire the look of utter disbelief and terror in Terri's beautiful eyes before the repeated procedure on the other nipple. As Terri shook her head and screamed the tool released its CO2 charge and her other breast was adorned with a matching piercing. Wiping the blood from Terri's chest, Petra stood to admire her handiwork. "Now, my sweet thing, the next time we work with electricity, we will have some more appropriate connection points. Mmmmm… I'm so looking forward to introducing your body and your new jewelry to our electrical suite back at headquarters. Perhaps we'll have your lovely sister administer the shocks. Oh, fuck yeah."

The players in the unfolding drama at hand each turned to their next role… Terri McKnight passed out from the pain of her second piercing and the knowledge that more was to come; Sergeant Petra and her team began packing up for transporting their prisoner back to the Russian 5-SS HQ under Tampa Bay, and the impending reunion with her sister; Captain Milo Stradczyk smiled to himself with enormous satisfaction as he continued to plot how to make the reunion especially gratifying; and Captain Kenzie McKnight, U.S. Air Force, raised her sidearm and fired four shots into the monitor as she screamed in fury at what was transpiring against her will.

Part II – Chapter 2: A Chance to Talk

Even as the noise of the shots subsided and the glass shards fell to the floor, Kenzie sensed she had made a mistake. Her anger had gotten the best of her, and she was now down to five rounds in her pistol. She holstered the weapon and backed against the wall, listening and watching to see what was to come next. She forced herself to put her sister's fate out of her mind and focus on her own situation as the best way to help both of them.

Kenzie crept along the walls of the chamber for what seemed like an hour, her back to the cement and her weapon drawn, pointing into the dim light of the interior. In reality, only ten minutes passed before the Captain tired of admiring the young Lieutenant on his monitors. He wanted desperately to get her back to her pre-determined future. This next step was going to be a delicious one indeed.

With the simple touch on his multi-purpose display, a series of large motors were put into motion and the eight large slabs that made up the floor of Level 2's "anteroom" began to lower on their cantilevers. They quickly formed a downward-sloped octagonal funnel to the center of the space. Scrambling to keep her footing in her tall boots, Kenzie grasped for a hold on the wall, where of course she found none. Her inexorable destination was down – down toward a black abyss and the unknown. Her feet quickly gave way, as did her grip on her pistol, which clattered away into the darkness below. She slid towards the opening and gasped as she suddenly found herself in a free-fall in a cold blackness.

Just as her scream reflex kicked in, Kenzie entered a cylindrical pool of cold water in an anteroom of Level 2's main facility. Hitting bottom, she reflexively kicked upwards to the surface and sputtered as she began treading water in the glass chamber that was at most just a few feet in diameter. A steel top slammed shut just a foot above her head, just as jets of water began flowing into the vessel at her feet. As she pushed upwards on the top, and kicked wildly at the glass sides, Captain Stradczyk entered the room to enjoy the show.

He watched as the lithe form of his captive struggled to keep her head above water while the chamber rapidly filled. It took a mere 20 seconds before Kenzie was completely immersed and started to look for another way out.

Fuck, thought Kenzie, he wants to drown me now? She watched through the glass as he stared at her with a sadistic smile of delight on his face, savoring her every movement, watching her long red hair flowing in the water as she pressed against sides and corners, increasingly desperate to escape. Stradczyk was dressed for "action" this time – wearing only utility trousers and boots, his chest bare, and gloves on. It was a full three minutes before the Captain was satisfied that this young officer was close to drowning and panic had set it… yet he waited another full 15 seconds before he raised his hand.

With that simple gesture, the bottom of the glass prison released and the contents rapidly drained, including a wet and gasping 1st Lieutenant who hit the floor with a thud and rolled upright. As a deep water survival training graduate, Kenzie had been saving her strength, and consciously reached for her gun – which had been lost in the tank! Instead, she immediately charged the Captain with a bravado that surprised him. But her charge was met with a brutal right fist to her chin, and Kenzie flew back on to the steel floor. He came at her and slapped her hard several more times as she tried to get up – finally dropping to her knees in complete exhaustion at the Captain's feet.

He grabbed Kenzie roughly by the chin and lifted her up to his level, his other hand roughly pinning her wrists behind her. "Ah, Lieutenant… it's nice to see you again. I'm looking forward to re-uniting you with your sexy little sister. Are you ready to suffer together? I have a nice little device that I designed just for this occasion. Welcome to Level 2!"

With that, something clicked in him, and even Kenzie noticed that he had suddenly become another person… someone not fully in control. He began to slap her hard across her face, and rip at Kenzie's wet uniform, tearing it off piece by piece. Every time she stood, he belted her again, thrashing her mercilessly on the floor, and then up against the steel walls. By the time he was done, Kenzie was a limp, quivering mess, beaten into submission and begging for it to stop. He had become a crazed animal that wanted her naked and subdued. He achieved his wish within five long minutes before stepping back and admiring the sobbing woman at his feet, now naked except for her panties and boots.

Gathering her wrists together behind her back, he secured them with black hinge cuffs and called for his assistants. Two Russian soldiers entered and fastened the cuffs to a large iron hook that was dropped from the ceiling. Once in place, a winch began to hoist Kenzie up into a strappado position. Wasting no time, the Captain kept gesturing upward and the prisoner soon found herself off the floor, suspended by her wrists, her arms pulled up behind her. The pain was excruciating as all her weight went to her shoulders.

Finding herself face-to-face with Stradczyk, Kenzie nonetheless worked up the strength to scream in his face, "You motherfucker! What the fuck did you do to my sister?!! I'll fucking kill you!"

But the Captain had remained in beast mode, and he slapped her again, jolting her arms and causing her to cry out despite her best efforts to remain strong. "I told you I'd give you what I know… please… please… let me down… what DO… YOU… WANT…?!!"

What he wanted, she realized at that moment, was what she feared most – not information, but the sexual pleasure that came to a true sadist. Could she give him what he wanted, but find some way to meter it out, to buy time? She doubted it, as his crazed frenzy continued, and she started to lose control of her own thoughts and emotions. Her world became her shoulders as the thought of drowning had been just moments ago, and the unknown plight of her sister were already forced to the back of her mind.

Leaving his captive hanging, Stradczyk pulled a stun gun from his belt and held it to Kenzie's face. He pulled the trigger and arced its contacts at eye level, introducing her to what was next. With one hand now on his cock, he used the other to shove the gun into her muscled abdomen, her inner thighs, the soles of her feet and into her armpits. The jolts were strong enough to act almost as blows themselves, not to mention the current that flew through her wet body – all leading to jerking movements that further exacerbated the strain on her frame. Kenzie felt as if her arms were being ripped from her as the treatment went on for over three minutes.

Finally, one of the soldiers stepped forward toward his Captain, and that was enough to prompt him back to reality – that he risked doing permanent harm to his victim… and it was still too early for that, after all. He needed to work the psychological side of this too, he remembered, as his mind crashed back to a level of rationality that enabled him to overcome what was a nearly psychotic break from reality. His love for Kenzie McKnight – and it was that, in his own perverse reality – had reached a new level that was intoxicating to a point that he had to give it a reprieve. For just a moment, at least.

Barking orders in Russian, the Captain backed away to compose himself. He watched with admiring eyes as they prepared the Lieutenant for her next little adventure, and he got his own breathing under control. She screamed as her arms were released from the strappado and circulation began returning. Hanging limp and unable to move from her beatings, the men uncuffed her wrists and re-fastened them in front of her. She was then re-connected to the hoist, and pulled into an arms-overhead position, the tips of her boots just reaching the floor. Drops of blood, drool and sweat fell to her chest, rolled down her belly and thighs, and dripped down to the floor in front of her. Kenzie whimpered and stared at the floor, trying to compose herself.

But after the strappado, she realized that his was almost a resting position for her, and Kenzie glanced up through tear-soaked red tresses at her captor. With hate in her eyes, she mouthed something akin to "fuck you" at the tall Russian as she simultaneously shook with pain and fear.

The Captain studied her mouth as it tried to form words and worked on managing his renewed arousal at the desperation of this world class, tough beauty at his mercy… or his lack thereof. He strode slowly to her and lifted her chin to face him. "Lieutenant… lieutenant… go ahead and tell me what you know. You've been wanting to, haven't you? Perhaps I'll give you a chance to give me something of value."

This was pure gold to Kenzie's abused senses, and she spoke quickly, and as coherently as she could: "Oh, yes… yes… I can give you the location of our files at SOCOM. Get me to a computer. I'll get you in right now. Please." Her body shook with an involuntary moment of hope that she knew was misplaced.

"Oh, Lieutenant," he replied. "That's sweet of you, but we're already in. I want access to something far more useful. I want access to Operation Drex-net." Kenzie's reaction was only a glint deep in her eyes, but she knew he had picked up on it – FUCK… oh FUCK. Smiling, the Captain took a step back. "Ah, you know of it. That's good news indeed… good news for both of us, in fact. "How do I get access to Drex-net, Lieutenant McKnight?" But that was the horrifying thing, Kenzie realized. She knew of the operation, but she didn't know any basic information at all, much less any details, and certainly not how to access those files. She was too junior for that. Didn't he know that?!

"I… I can't tell you that…. I mean, yes, I would, but I don't have access to any of that. I don't even know what it is. You have to believe me!" A faint smile returned to the Captain's face, as he realized that the next round for Kenzie was now set into motion. Her denial, if true – and it likely was – might be a professional roadblock… but it was a personal victory for his next act here on Level 2. The interrogation could continue. And the reunion could begin…

Stradczyk walked slowly around his prisoner. She hung there before him, her long, lean body nearly naked except for her skimpy panties and boots. Standing behind her, he gathered her long, dark red tresses down her back and grabbed them in a fist before snapping her head back to bring her face close to his. She looked up at her captor with what for him was a delicious mix of loathing and fear, her lower lip trembling despite herself.

The Captain closed his eyes, drew in the scent of her, and twisted a nipple until she let out a guttural moan… that amazing sound, combined with the thought of the moments just before, and the beauty of her contorted features and tears freely flowing again, all combined to cause his cock to throb suddenly before unleashing a forceful torrent of come beneath his jeans for several long, delicious moments. This was a new high for him. He had never been able to do so without being touched by his victims. Captain McKnight was truly proving to be the love of his life. And he was almost overcome with joy that equaled Kenzie's suffering as he bent to her ear and spoke slowly and deliberately while panting heavily from the exertion of his orgasm.

"Time to rest, Kenzie… time to rest… You, me and Terri have a date in about eight hours. You'll be closer to her than you've ever been, that I can guarantee. So I'd think about your answers to my questions. You'll need to, shall we say, re-phrase them. I have a new device to introduce both of you to... or perhaps I should say a new game. It's called ‘who wants to suffer the most? It's what makes Level 2 so, so special."

With that horrifying thought, Kenzie felt a sharp prick in her neck – and her world went black and she slumped limply in her bonds.

Part II – Chapter 3: Family Reunion

The eight hours passed in unconsciousness for 1st Lieutenant McKnight, and the Russians' medical team made sure she would awake fully prepared for her next ordeal – bright and shiny, as the Captain liked to say... his team had perfected a blend of adrenalins and narcotics that heightened awareness and alertness and prevented victims from blacking out too quickly with excessive pain inflicted by the tortures he had devised so painstakingly.

Meanwhile, in a blacked-out van driving carefully at the speed limit from FSU, Kenzie's hot little sister was being similarly prepped. Knowing the Captain's preferences, the "resting" redhead was dressed in a pair of tight, black boy-shorts and matching bra. A black leather collar with metal attachment points was strapped tightly around her neck, and they adorned her feet with black patent-leather booties. Kenzie was to be dressed the same, in celebration of their reunion. While they weren't twins, the two were strikingly similar in build and facial features. It would make for quite the visual presentation for the Captain, thought Sergeant Petra, as she lazily and lovingly stroked the tear-stained cheeks of her now unconscious captive, her wrists cuffed tightly behind her.

After a restful nap and full meal, Captain Stradczyk glanced at the clock, noted the approaching hour, and smiled as he entered his favorite chamber in Level 2. As the door clanged shut behind him, he surveyed the scene and a warm rush came over him thinking of what was about to transpire, deep beneath Tampa Bay. The Russian 5-SS, thanks to his vision and leadership, had spared no expense in getting this state of the art interrogation chamber ready for its first use. In reality, he admitted to himself, it was designed not for asking questions and getting answers, but for asking questions and providing pure satisfaction from the sadistic acts that would prevent victims from answering. This was a new level of torture, he realized, that was untested… there was no guarantee that the girls would not go mad too quickly.

With steel and chrome everywhere in sight, the ‘furniture' gleamed in the harsh light provided by the ceiling fixtures. It had a modern, medieval look, with silver and black being the predominant colors. Chains, bars and clips mixed with thick leather straps and cords for securing of bodies. It was what the bodies would be secured to that was so appealing to Stradczyk. The large, chrome lattice boards, each about the size of a twin bed frame, were an engineering marvel whose structures provided an infinite numbers of positions that a human body could be held in. The best part, he knew, was the setup's ability to employ the device's components as both restraints themselves, and as pain-inflicting devices – for embedded in them were an array of heating elements, liquid dispensers, wires, and spikes and other protruberances, all of which could be employed with his remote, or from the controller's panel at the edge of the action.

The entire room was mirrored as well, because he wanted both torturers and his victims to be able to see the action from multiple angles. And of course, arrayed on every side of the room, on metal tables tilted at 45 degrees, were the hundreds of tools that he could access, as his whims determined during the course of an interrogation. All of it was to be in plain view of the prisoners… and all of it was terrifying enough just to glance upon, much less be inflicted with: clubs, hammers, drills, staple guns, whips and canes, hypodermic needles and other medical equipment, shock devices and wires, rope and chains of all diameters and lengths, and mysterious black boxes with unknown contents.

Precisely at 2100 – prime time Sergeant Petra had dubbed it – a faint buzz and click suddenly occurred on both sides of the room, and the guests of honor arrived… or were thrown into their hell, more accurately The sisters saw each other for the first time in their new home, and they tried to run to each other. But with their hands cuffed tightly behind them and their mouths effectively stuff with rubber plugs and panel gagged, Kenzi and Terri were in no position for a hugging reunion – but it was soon to be a tearful one. They each received rifle butts to their backs and fell roughly to the corrugated steel floor, unable to protect their bodies from the fall and grunting in pain as their ribs were bruised.

Two soldiers in full combat garb yelled at them in Russian, ordering them to stand. Not understanding, they remained on their sides, glancing up with imploring looks at the Captain, who simply glared, a faint smile set in stone on his face. Delivering swift kicks to their muscled but unprepared abdomens, the girls choked on their gags and continued to roll on the ground.

"Hahahahaha! You'd better stand up, ladies, or the beating will continue." Understanding the order right away, Kenzie struggled to stand atop the four inch heels of her booties, not an easy task with her hands cuffed behind her. Terri reacted slower, and received another swift boot to her face. Dazed and terrified, Terri finally managed to rise and huddle next to her sister.

Now side-to-side, their heads nestled against each other, the sisters tried to protect each other. Having none of that, each soldier grabbed a sister by the hair and forced them apart, then into a kneeling position, shoulder-to-shoulder. "Put your heads up! Put your heads up!", yelled the biggest of the men – in broken English this time. Kenzi and Terri looked up, breathing heavily through their noses, and into the eyes of the Captain. Terri had suffered the worst from the entry into the chamber, her ribs screaming in pain, and her lip split from the boot to the side of her mouth. Blood dripped with drool as she tried to breathe, her body convulsing and her mind racing in disbelief. Kenzie, having already suffered far worse from her previous sessions, silently willed her little sister to be strong, and fought to hide her fear from the monster that had strode over and towered above them. He began to speak in a formal tone.

"1st Lieutenant Kenzie McKnight. I remind you that you are a prisoner of the Russian 5-SS and your actions have already displeased us. Your sister is now part of your failure; and now part of your further interrogation. Her suffering is on you. Only on you." Kenzie, hoping a question was now in the offing – because she felt confident an answer would quickly follow – was then hit with a horrifying, following statement.

"You sister will be tortured for the next hour. At the end of the hour, you will be afforded the opportunity to answer a question, fully and truthfully." Suddenly choking into her gag, desperate to talk, she listened further. "If you fail your sister at that point, you will be sent to Level 3… after we revive and refresh Theresa, of course. She will need that, at that point – of that I'm certain."

Kenzie screamed "NO!!!" repeatedly, but the pitiful sound of muffled despair was all that could be heard, as Terri was hoisted to her feet and her cuffs were removed. The soldiers then ripped off their bikini top and threw her roughly back against one of the chrome lattices. They began to buckle her struggling body into place in a full spread-eagle against the metal. Chain links captured her wrists and ankles, and leather straps restrained her calves, thighs, lower arms, and around her tiny waist, just above her navel.

Walking to her and feeling each restraint carefully, Captain Stradczyk satisfied himself that his charge was secure, while feeling up the sweating, trembling body of the 19-year-old beauty. He trembled with excitement and urged himself silently to take his time. An hour was an eternity… a glorious eternity… and his pleasure had to be metered out. It was the sheer terror in her eyes that he admired the most. Pure, unadulterated fear, along with that look of questioning… that palpable but unspoken what did I do to deserve this?! that hung in the air around torturer and victim. It was a delicious moment.

Kenzie was dragged by her hair, still on her knees and shackled by her neck to overhead chains. The position forced her to view the spectacle – straight ahead, and chin up. Her sister was about to enter a new hell, she was to blame, and she would be in a front row seat. Stradczyk knew the guilt that Kenzie felt for not protecting her little sister, and he savored that part of his scenario in equal measure. He began with a simple tool: a sharp, sinister-looking awl. It was small enough and sharp enough to draw blood quickly, but not big enough to leave too big of a scar. He did want to preserve her beauty, after all. It was a delicate balance, as with so many other aspects of his job. Balance. He unsheathed the tool close to her face as he studied her vibrant green eyes further, the tears pooling nicely. As he pierced her the first time, high and inside the lovely gap between her thighs, the pools released, and large tears dropped to the floor as a guttural scream entered the filled void of Terri's young mouth.

He followed up with several more insertions of her inner thighs as he studied the teen's face, delighting in the many facets of pain that she delivered for his pleasure. This long, slow foreplay took about 15 minutes, and the Captain admired how each cut was preceded by a shudder that went through Terri's body and into the frame that held her. That added benefit reminded him of the device's capabilities, and he stood back for a moment to raise the remote controller.

Walking behind his prisoner, he selected an anal probe wired to the frame, pulled the tight shorts away from Terri's thigh and roughly shoved its five inches roughly into her ass, its unique claw grippers instantly deploying to pierce her skin and hold the unit in place. Wasting no time, the remote was then called upon to deliver a pulsed shock pattern deep within her.

Feeling like she was being ripped apart like a human wishbone, Terri screamed anew – and continued to scream for a full five minutes as the probe's logic module went to work at random intervals, varying the current, intensity and location. The co-ed was already losing her grip on reality, the Captain feared, having faced nothing remotely like this in her young life. He stopped the action with the touch of a button, and Terri fell back against the lattice, breathing fitfully.

Nodding to a soldier, one of them approached with a shot of adrenaline to revive the prisoner. The cold liquid coursed through Terri's veins and her eyes snapped open wide with renewed awareness – and fright. Meanwhile, just a few feet away, Kenzie sobbed silently and pleaded with her eyes to stop the madness. But the Captain was just getting started. 15 minutes into the hour, he decided it was time to see what Terri wanted to say. He ripped off the straps that held her gag in place and yanked the rubber plug from her full mouth.

Shaking and crying, Terri looked towards Stradczyk and just shook her head for a few moments as the adrenaline worked its magic on her mind. Suddenly, she looked directly into his eyes, and mouthed a word, quietly: "Why?" She then began repeating it over and over, slowly and quietly. Her voice was hoarse, but it was also oddly melodious, almost sweet – such a stark contrast, he noted, from the past minutes of screaming and clanking of steel.

The Captain then walked to Kenzie and removed her gag as well. He followed that with slicing off her bra with a hunting knife, and expertly slashing her bouncing tits. The gash was just deep enough to draw blood and Kenzie fell backwards before the soldiers forced her to her knees again.

She sputtered and shook her head before yelling at him: "Stop hurting my sister, you fuck! I'll tell you what you want to know!" He just cocked his head and replied bluntly, "Oh, no, no, no… that's not part of the plan, my dear Lieutenant. And besides, you didn't answer your sister's question either – ‘why?' Why don't you enlighten her? After all, you're the reason she's here, aren't you?"

Kenzie looked over to her sister and saw the utter desperation and fear in her eyes. "Oh, God, Terri, I'm sorry… I'm so sorry. Please forgive me." Her shoulders then shook violently and she broke down into sobs as the realization set in that this truly was because of her. Stradczyk was delighting in the exchange, and grabbed Kenzie by the collar, dragging her roughly over to her sister. He barked more orders in Russian, and the soldiers again went to work.

Kenzie was chained and strapped to the other lattice, and the two were hung face-to-face, just inches apart. The heat from their bodies was intense, the Captain noted, the result of exertion from torture and a natural reaction of fear. Kenzie' gag was re-inserted and tight, black tape was wrapped around her head to keep it in place. She grunted and fought against them, but the straps held her tightly. Terri, meanwhile, knowing that things were about to get underway again, began pleading rapidly and with increasing panic in her voice: "Please don't hurt me anymore! Pleeeeaaassseee!!!!"

Stradczyk was getting immensely aroused by the scene and he felt it was time to change the nature of the session. Moving behind Terri, he ripped out the anal probe without warning and watched as the captive's body went rigid with the shock before letting out a shriek. With her sister's face just inches from hers, she began pleading with her. "Kenzie, oh God, Kenzie, what are we going to do? What do they want? Help me!"

The Captain ordered his men to leave the chamber, and they did so hurriedly. As the door clanged shut, Stradczyk stripped except for his boots, and strode behind Kenzie. Grabbing her roughly by the hair, he spoke into her ear. "Look at her, you American bitch. Your sister's ass is about to be mine. Her screams will be on YOU! It's time to remind you why you're here. You've got about a half hour to think about how you'll answer my questions. In the meantime, enjoy the show!"

He came around behind Terri and began caressing her nubile, wet body, running his hands over her toned hips and large breasts, and delighting in the fresh, bleeding wounds that he felt on her inner thighs. Then, without warning, he rammed his raging hard, massive cock into the young victim's ass. Terri's eyes went wide and her explosive scream echoed off the chamber's walls. As she fought the assault, she sputtered into her sister's face and begged for it to stop. The Captain's own injection that he had given himself before the session allowed him to go on without pause, however. He raped her ass for a full 15 minutes before coming deep inside the shrieking young co-ed.

As he backed away, Kenzie could see that the ‘animal' had returned. Stradczyk had a look of someone who had lost complete control. In fact, knowing that he was on the brink, the Captain directed his energy to the torture device to take his mind off his own out-of-control self- gratification. After removing Kenzie's gag, he grabbed her chin and kissed her full on the mouth before she could protest. He then said loudly, "It's time for a closer reunion with your little sis, Lieutenant!"

Grabbing the remote, he put his device to work. Selecting the ‘reverse spread' position, the two metal lattices began to display the ingenious computer servos that drove them and the advanced computing that controlled them. Assessing the victim's positions and exact dimensions, the device spun Terri upside down and slammed her directly into Kenzie. Their bodies were forcefully pressed into each other, and each had the other's pussy directly in their face. Delighted to see the first use of his device, Stradczyk inspected every inch of their bodies, and looked at their beautiful faces, struggling to breathe against the wet pussies in front of them. He noted the heavenly thigh gaps that each girl had, and realized that their fortunate anatomies allowed them a way to get a breath as a result, if they tilted their head up.

It was a beautiful sight, and the Captain knew he wasn't done with his own sexual gratification – not even close, he thought, as his cock began to grow hard again. "Now, ladies, here comes the best part. My device is monitoring all of your vital signs, including breathing. Every time Miss Kenzie takes a breath, Miss Theresa gets shocked. And each shock comes in a random location. Brilliant, don't you think? Now Lieutenant, all you have to do is hold your breath… hahahahahaha!!! Ready, ladies? Here we go!" With a touch of the remote, it was underway. Kenzie did, in fact, try to stop breathing. She would do anything for her sister at this point. But biology took over, and her first breath was more of a gulp for oxygen. And the first charge flew through Terri's belly. The zap was intense and she screamed and jerked suddenly, involuntarily biting Kenzie's pussy lips. This caused Kenzie to gasp, of course, and the cycle began. Terri's body was subjected to a horrific, systematic assault of electric lashings across her nipples, the soles of her feet, into her neck, in her ass, against her underarms, and countless other places. With each shock voltage found its way into Kenzie's body as well, causing her breathing to be even more rapid and intense – which of course only ratcheted up the shocks being administered to her sister.

Stradczyk just stood back and watched the action. The tight, tanned bodies of these hot, screaming young women were bucking and thrashing against steel and metal restraints, and they were fighting to breathe as their noses were buried in each other's pussies. Their doses of adrenaline were the only thing keeping them conscious against the waves of pain. The sounds where the most amazing part for him… the clanking of steel, rattling of chains, creaking of leather straps – and of course the crying, yelling, screaming and sobbing. Oh… So… Fucking… GOOOOODDD!!!!!

Seeing that the promised hour was nearly up, Stradczyk moved to finish the scene. With another touch of the remote, Kenzie was flipped upright and rammed face-to-face with her sister. Securing the electricity, the sisters' bodies stopped flailing, and the two fell into each other, sobbing on each other's shoulders as best they could. But their torturer would have nothing of consoling at this point… he grabbed them both by the hair and forced their mouths together. "Time for some sisterly love, my dears… KISS! NOW – kiss each other!!!"

Unwilling to comply, Kenzie spat at the Captain, which earned her a brutal slap across her face. He forced them together again, and they began to gently meet with their lips. "No, no, no… you're not doing it right, ladies! Get your tongues in each other's mouths – NOW!!! I need to see some love during your reunion. DO IT!!!"

As they began their French kissing, their bodies pressed up against each other, Stradczyk bent close to Terri's ear and whispered his last words of the session: "Theresa, my darling… this is where I really hurt you." Terri sobbed and gasped, but continued to kiss her sister, their hot, panting mouths grinding together. Drools was falling to their tits and Stradczyk admired the slick sheen of these beauties' bodies as they grinded against each other.

Making good on his promise, the Captain strode quickly to the nearest table against the mirrors and surveyed the implements. He picked up an iron dildo that was not cylindrical but in fact was a long bar. With squared off edges, the two-by-two implement looked incapable of entering the flesh of a cavity easily – and in fact it wasn't intended to. It was intended to inflict pain during insertion, and deploy equally rough probes from its sides once in place. He smiled as he picked it up and took his time walking back to the girls.

Forcing their hips apart, Stradczyk reached into the gap between Terri's thighs, and spread her legs slightly, against the strain of her upper thigh restraints. He deftly inserted the tip of the probe and slowly but steadily rammed it home to its full length. As Terri screamed into her sister's mouth, the Captain reached for a spare leather strap and fastened it in place, tying each end in front and behind the bucking victim. With the simple touch of a button at its base, he deployed the monster's nodules. Flying into place deep within Terri's pussy, the rough metal spikes ripped into her flesh and she began to scream in a way Stradczyk had never heard. Coupled with Kenzie's sobs, the thrashing of metal chains, and the smells of Terri's perfume and fried flesh from the electrical work, he was reaching a new high.

Coming behind Kenzie, he rammed his cock deep into her ass as he grasped her hips and began to slam into her repeatedly. Five minutes passed before the Captain came, and he did so with a ferocity that manifested itself with a scream of his own. He backed out and sprayed Kenzie's back with the warm ooze.

Falling to his knees with exhaustion, Stradczyk lay back and stared up at his two prisoners. Terri had finally passed out, but Kenzie was breathing quickly and muttering to herself. He stood up and brought her face to his. "1st Lieutenant McKnight. Here's my question for you. Tell me the location of Operation Drex-net's headquarters."

This was something that Kenzie didn't know. Her mind raced, and her eyes darted, looking for a solution. Finally, she took a gamble and replied in a shaky voice: "Bulgaria, Captain… Bulgaria."

Stradczyk threw his head back and laughed heartily – knowing that this was either a lie, or that she truly didn't know. Either way, it brought him great pleasure. "One question… just one question, and one answer, to save your sister's life. And you fucked it up."

As Kenzie started to protest frantically, she watched as Sergeant Petra approached with a syringe. The last words she heard as she kissed her sister's limp and drooling lips one last time were: "See you in Level 3, Lieutenant…"

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Stay tuned for part III of "The Date From Hell" – coming soon: 1st Lieutenant Kenzie McKnight is in a living hell as a prisoner of the dreaded Russian 5-SS. She already wants to die, and she's only been through the second level of three – the last level with her innocent young sister Terri, a co-ed at FSU, who was just tortured mercilessly in front of her. Level 3 is where punishments become permanent.