Major Nashimo led his new protege, Captain Koto, down the steps to the interrogation rooms in the basement of the army headquarters. "Over the last three days we captured three women whom we strongly suspect of spying for the rebels here in the northern province. Each of these interrogation rooms," Nashimo explained as they began to pass them, "is about 20 feet square and designed for interrogation of a single captive." Nashimo pushed open the heavy door to the room on their right. No one was in it. Chains ending in metal cuffs hung through hooks in their ceilings, their other ends attached to rollers on the walls that could raise or lower them easily. More chains were attached to rings in the floor. A long table against the back wall, and the wall behind and around the table, contained "persuasion instruments." Standard, simple, but certainly effective. A generator and cables that ended in alligator clips, electric burners designed to hold and heat metal irons, assorted whips, hoods and blindfolds, wrist and ankle cuffs, clamps and clips. Next to the table was a wooden horse and on the other side of the horse was a smaller table. All positioned directly behind where the chained and spreadeagled captive would be positioned in the center of the room. So that, even when she was not hooded or blindfolded, she would know what was next planned for her only if her captors wished her to know. Sometimes it was more intimidating for the captive to know than not to know. Other times having her not know was more effective.

Nashimo closed the door and continued down the hallway. "We'll start with the first stage. Denial, resistance and defiance." Nashimo paused before a door on the left, then pushed it open. The woman was in her mid-20s, Koto guessed. With long dark hair. Perhaps 5'3", 115 pounds. Her wrists were chained overhead and apart, her ankles chained to a spreader bar with her feet on the floor. She faced the door. Across her mouth was a black tape. She wore a pair of cut-off jeans and a bikini top that covered an ample chest for a woman her size. To each side of her stood a large-bellied hooded man, naked from the waist up, wearing dark pants and black boots, arms folded, waiting for instructions. "These are Yin and Yang. Their presence helps create an atmosphere of pure terror and helplessness. Their size. Their dress. And, since there are two for the early stages, she is outnumbered," Nashimo explained to Koto.

The room was furnished in the same manner as the first room Nashimo had shown Koto. Nashimo walked behind the woman, picked up a thin file off the table and moved back a few feet in front of her. He opened the file, studied it for a minute, and then looked at her. "Jenna Mamota. Caught spying for the rebels. Captured at a checkpoint with a reduced-sized copy of the blueprints for one of the northern army bases stuffed into the front of her jeans." He laughed. "I guess you rebels don't know about flashdrives or even microdisks." She stared at him. "So I'm going to have a few questions for you." He handed the file to Koto, then pulled a small knife out of his pocket and approached her. He slid the blade under the strap between the bra cups of her bikini top and flicked it toward him. The bra snapped open, confirming the size of her breasts. Nashimo then quickly cut the bra's shoulder straps and pulled it off entirely. [See Jenna Pic] He pulled off the tape covering her mouth.

"To whom were you going to deliver the plans, Miss Mamota?" He asked directly, lifting her chin with his right hand, forcing her to look directly at him.

"You must have me confused with someone who is going to help you," she sneered back.

"It's easy to be brave, Miss Mamota, before the questions are accompanied by serious pain. Or worse. But will you be as brave after?" He pinched her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then squeezed until he saw her wince. "And that's about a 2 on a scale to 100. It's going to get so much worse for you."

"Take your best shot, asshole Major. I will tell you nothing." Hmm, Nashimo thought. This one doesn't even bother to deny, but goes right to resistance and defiance. Well, that's already one step of stage one out of the way. He nodded toward Yin and Yang, who needed no more explanation.

Yin uncuffed Jenna's wrists, while Yang uncuffed her ankles. She immediately tried to kick them, but they easily fended off her blows. Yin grabbed her in a full nelson hold across her chest, forcing her arms up. Yang moved between her legs and looped his arms around her knees. She continued to flail desperately as they carried her to the small table near the wall. Yin cuffed her wrists to its sides at its middle. Yang pulled her shorts down and off as she continued to try to kick him. If she had worn a bikini bottom under her shorts, it came off together with the shorts, revealing a narrow line of dark hair. Yin moved to the wall and released two chains from the ceiling to which Yang cuffed Jenna's ankles. Yin gave the roller holding the chains two quick turns, raising Jenna's spread ankles high into the air, her rear end resting at the very end of the table. The naked woman was once again fully restrained and helpless. And her body completely available.

Yin pulled a latch at the side of the table near Jenna's head, and the end of the table supporting her head collapsed so that she found herself staring upside down at Yin just in time to see him thrust a metal o-ring into her mouth under her teeth. Any doubt that she might have had as to what Yin and Yang intended vanished.

"This is the part of the interrogation prep that they like best," Nashimo shouted at Jenna, as if she had not yet figured this out for herself. With her head dangling down at the head of the table, she could not see Yang move between her raised and spread ankles and pull his already semi-erect penis from his pants. She could, however, feel him begin to push it into her. She could see Yin remove his penis from his pants and felt him grab her hair at both sides of her head to keep her from trying to lift it while he directed himself into the center of the o-ring.

The two men quickly found a cooperative rhythm. First Yang thrust himself into Jenna's vagina and held himself there, pushing her toward Yin. Her grunts were muffled by Yin's penis, more so when he pushed himself deeply into her open mouth and held himself in at the head of the table as Yang continued to hold himself into her at the foot of the table. Yang withdrew a bit first, then Yin, and then the cycle started again. Over and over. The pace steady.

After watching for a few minutes, Nashimo told Koto it was time to go to the next room. "These two can go on for a very long time. When they finish with her this way, they will turn her onto her stomach, and chain her legs to the sides of the table and take turns up her ass. This one may be at stage two by the time we come back."

Koto was enjoying the scene and had thought that he might get his own turn next. But, reluctantly, he followed Nashimo out of the room, the sounds of Jenna's muffled grunts ringing in his ears as the door closed behind them.

"The next room is just across the hall." Koto realized that the rooms must be sound proof. "The subject's name is Kayla Martin. She is a foreign exchange student who got in with the wrong crowd. The rebels sold her on the brutality of our regime and enlisted her aid. Ironically, she is now learning first hand about the brutality with which we deal with those who betray us after we invite them to enter our country to study." Nashimo pushed the door open.

Kayla too was chained spreadeagled. She was taller than Jenna and much thinner. She was already naked except for the pair of black heels she still wore. Very small perky breasts. The naturalness of her brownish-blonde hair was confirmed by the small patch of hair between her legs. But, unlike Jenna, the chains holding Kayla's cuffed wrists had been pulled high, so that her ankles, cuffed to chains in the floor, were at least a foot off the floor, resulting in a much tighter stretch than Jenna had yet faced, with tremendous pain in her shoulders, which were forced to bear her entire weight. [See Kayla Pic] And Kayla was already screaming, as a man dressed like the two in the first room was lashing an ugly-looking whip at the middle of her naked torso at five-second intervals. The red slashes across her stomach and breasts were turning a deepening red. A second man, similarly dressed, was sitting on a chair near the door, watching, as Kayla pleaded with her assailant to stop, She was unaware that Nashimo and Koto had entered the room. The man holding the whip -- Koto named him Yin2 in his mind -- looked at them, but Nashimo signaled for him to continue.

"I've already confessed. Yes. Yes," Kayla was screaming. "Stop. I've told you." The lash came down again and Kayla screamed even louder. "What ... what else do you want from me?!"

"The names of those who recruited you and where I can find them," Yin2 screamed back at her.

"I don't know that. I've told you. I don't ..." Another lash, this one across both breasts. Kayla's entire body shook the chains holding her limbs. She closed her eyes, trying to prepare herself for the next lash. When it didn't come, she opened her eyes again. And she saw that Yang2 had moved to the equipment table and removed two hot irons from the burners that had been holding them and was now handing them to Yin2. She pulled harder at her bonds. "No. No. Please. No. I'm telling you what I know. I'm telling you ..."

"I don't think so," Yin2 responded. "I need the names of your cohorts." He held one iron in each hand, their glowing red tips each shaped liked the letter M, an inch high and an inch wide. "M has as much surface area as any letter," Nashimo anticipated Koto's question, "and, depending on its direction, it can look like a W, an E or a 3, for a little variety."

Kayla was breathing hard, her body soaked in sweat. Finally, she summoned all of her courage. "I have confessed. I am guilty. But I will not give you the name of anyone else so that you can do to them what you are doing to me."

Nashimo leaned toward Koto. "She just admitted she knows their names, after denying for so long that she did. This is about 2/3rds of the way through the second stage. As soon as they begin to disfigure her with the irons, which will be so much more painful than the whip lashes, she will change her thinking, which will bring her to stage three."

"Your choice, Miss Martin," Yin2 held one of the irons directly in front of her stomach. Kayla's body tensed and she stopped screaming, her eyes fixed on the glowing red M. As her stomach muscles began to quiver in fear, Yin2 jammed the tip of the iron directly above her belly button and held it there. Her skin sizzled and smoke rose from her body. She threw her head back and her legs shook. She let out a hideous scream. That grew even worse when Yin2 jammed the other iron into the underside of her left breast while still holding the first iron against her. When he finally pulled both irons away from her body, it wore a large M under her breast and a large W above her belly button. Kayla's head slumped to her chest.

"She will be at stage three by the time we return, I predict." Nashimo opened the door and motioned Koto out of the room. "I assume that you want to see an interrogation that has already reached stage three. They are the most satisfying." They walked past several doors before Nashimo stopped. "Here we have Miwa Osoni. She was the first captured. Three days ago. She was very difficult, but she has finally broken. Completely."

When Nashimo pushed the door open, Koto saw that this captive was not chained spreadeagled in the center of the room, as the first two had been, but was straddling the wooden horse at the side of the equipment table. Naked, as he expected. Her wrists were tied behind her back by a rope that wrapped around her chest above her breasts. The end of the rope was looped through a ring in the ceiling and pulled up to force Miwa into a strappado position that required her to lean over the horse, her well-shaped breasts dangling and shaking, her body pushed down hard on it. Hanging from her chained ankles were heavy weights that stretched her legs straight. Dozens of whip marks crossed her chest, stomach, hips and thighs, probably inflicted during stage two. Her face was contorted in pain and she was screaming as she shook her brown hair from side to side. [See Miwa Pic]

"I've told you three times now. Every name you have asked for. So why do you keep torturing me?" She pleaded desperately.

In this room was only one interrogator. Yin3 turned his notes toward Nashimo. "That is true. The same six names three times. The same addresses. An hour apart each time. We have sent the troops to bring them in. Jenna Mamota was one of the names. They appear to have worked in the same rebel unit."

Nshimo approached Miwa. "Miss Osoni, to answer your question, not that you deserve an answer, there are two reasons why we keep torturing you. First, until we bring in all of those you have named, and they have confessed, we don't know that you are telling us the truth, do we? And second," Nashimo moved his boot between the horse and Miwa's right ankle and motioned Yin3 to do the same on the other side. On Nashimo's nod, each slowly pushed her ankles away from the side of the horse, forcing the center of her body even farther down on it. Miwa screamed as the sharp edge of the horse dug deeper into her. Blood seeped along it. "And second," Nashimo repeated, "spies deserve to be punished." The men's boots pushed Miwa's ankles even farther apart, and she continued to scream. Finally, they moved away and Miwa's ankles again closed against the sides of the horse.

"Miss Osoni," Nashimo continued, "are you a spy?"

"Yes," she said weakly.

"Miss Osoni, would you like to suck Captain Koto's cock?"

"Yes."

"And what would you say if I stuck my cock up your ass?"

"Thank you, sir."

"What two words best describe you, Miss Osoni?"

"Worthless cunt."

"And what is the one thing besides my cock that you want from me?"

"An end to the pain."

Nashimo turned to Koto. "This is the third stage. "Move her to the room at the end of the hall," Nashimo instructed Yin3. And yet again, Nashimo led Koto out of the interrogation room.

Three hours later:

Koto descended the stairs to the basement hallway. Alone. Nashimo had instructed him to check on the progress of the interrogation of spies Kayla and Jenna.

Upon entering Kayla's interrogation room, he was surprised that she remained hanging from the same chains with her head slumped to her chest. "No progress?" He immediately asked Yin2. "Look again," Yin2 responded.

Koto stepped toward the hanging Kayla and saw that her body was covered with Ws and Ms and Es and 3s from the hot irons. More than he could count. And many more, and deeper, whip lashes across the front and back of her body. The stench of burnt flesh filled the air. He looked between her legs and saw the handle of one of the irons sticking out. He saw that the lower half of her torso was shaking uncontrollably. He looked to the equipment table and saw that two of the irons were not in their holders. He circled Kayla and found the other missing iron. "She complained too much when I sodomized her," Yin2 explained. "So I gave her something really to complain about." Koto slowly removed the iron. He saw that its M tip was still warm. He walked around and slowly removed the other iron.

"Did she talk?"

Yin2 proudly held up his notes. "Three times. An hour apart. Consistent. By the book. Four new names. Three have already been captured."

"Excellent work," Koto acknowledged. Then he remembered. "Show me that she has reached stage three." Yin2 smiled. He moved to the hanging Kayla, reached up to lift her chin. She very slowly opened her eyes. "Miss Martin, what do you want to do now?"

"Suck your cock," she responded slowly. He released her chin and her head sunk back down to her chest.

Koto was satisfied. "The Major has ordered that she be brought to the room at the end of the hall." Yin2 nodded. This was a common instruction after a captive had reached stage three and told everything she knew.

Koto moved across the hall to Jenna's room. When he opened the door, he saw that she had been returned to the chains in the center of the room. Her breasts were now severely squeezed between two bamboo poles that ran horizontally across the width of her body, held together by strong elastic cords at their ends. Her nipples were held tightly by black metallic paper clamps. Inside each, rubbing the tops of her nipples, was a thin razor wire that had been looped around her body and secured to the cuffs that held her wrists behind her back. Koto could see that every movement of her hands -- or, even more insidiously, every heavy breath that she was forced to take -- caused the wire to scrape or dig into her nipples. Her ankles were chained as before, but allowed enough movement that she could close her legs, which she had. Koto wondered, though, why she was standing on her toes. Then he saw that the nipple clamps themselves were attached to chains from the ceiling that had been pulled high, stretching the base of her nipples even farther. And forcing her onto her toes. She was obviously trying to remain as still as possible, having learned the serious consequences of movement. Koto saw that she was standing in a puddle of her urine, which caused her toes several times to slip, depriving her of the stillness that she sought, with the dreaded results. Only Yang remained in the room with her.

"What stage?" Koto asked.

"Nearing the end of the second. We have been able to move fast with her. She is not strong."

"You have names from her?"

"Yes. Twice. In 20 minutes I will ask for the third time. Four of the same names that Miwa provided. Including Miwa's name."

"And Miwa provided her name," Koto told him. "This is good." He moved to stand directly in front of Jenna. ""Who are you?" he asked directly.

"A proud spy," Jenna responded slowly. Not "an innocent victim," Koto thought, but not yet "a worthless cunt." And no longer a "freedom fighter." End of the second stage, as Yang had said. But, of course, with his experience, Yang knew that.

"Proud?" Koto scoffed at her answer. "Proud to be hung naked by your nipples standing in your own urine?" He didn't add "and about to be raped yet again," but he didn't have to. She knew what he had in mind for her. He unzipped his pants, and moved his arms under her thighs, carefully separating them and lifting her legs off the ground, which reduced the pressure on her nipples. He had waited many hours for this. "If you're good to me," he told her, "then you'll still be wearing your nipples when we're finished." He thought about taping her mouth to prevent her from biting him, but decided that the precariousness of her position, which depended entirely on him holding her up, would keep her from trying to hurt him. After all, if she did, he would drop her, and the result would be not only painful to her, but quite disfiguring.

Jenna too realized her situation, and made no effort to harm Koto as he pushed himself into her. But as Koto's thrusts pushed her arms back, the razor wire inside the clamps began to cut the tips of her nipples, and her blood oozed out from under the clamps. Koto paid no attention, his mind focused on his own pleasure as he pushed in and out of her with a quickening pace. When Jenna started to scream even louder, he took her screams as an indication of her pleasure at his efforts. In fact, she was screaming in pain as the wire dug deeper into her nipples.

As Koto gave what Jenna knew was his final thrust, she prayed that he would remember to put her legs down gently. After a few moments, he slowly withdrew, and, to her relief, did as she had hoped, leaving her in the same position in which he had originally found her. Unfortunately for her, the wires were not in the same position.

"After she gives you the names a third time, bring her to the room at the end of the hall. The other two will already be there." Koto instructed Yang before exiting the room.

30 minutes later:

"Ready?" Nashimo's question required no answer. Of course Koto was ready. He knew that all three of the captured spies must now be behind the door of the room at the end of the hallway. That all had been interrogated through stage three.

They entered. Yin stood on one side of the room and Yang on the other. Between them, Jenna, Kayla and Miwa stood in a line, each on a small metal square raised a foot off the floor, the square just large enough for their feet. Each woman's wrists were tied behind her back. Each was naked and wore the marks of her tortures. Koto wondered how Kayla felt standing naked between two women so much better endowed. Under the circumstances, he thought, it probably was not her main focus -- since each also wore a noose around her neck. And each was terrified. Koto had thought that they would welcome death in the place of more torture. But he could see that the desire to live is powerful.

"A few days ago," Nashimo addressed the women, whose knees were shaking, "we discovered a cancer in our midst. A cancer that we needed to cure quickly. So we took firm and quick action. We examined the first three cancer cells and learned that the cancer had spread. How far we did not know. We then identified more cancer cells. And began to treat these as well." Koto figured that Nashimo's analogy was mostly lost on the captives in their present circumstances, but they probably understood that he was telling them that their cohorts whom they had identified during their interrogations had been captured and were the ones now being "treated."

"We expect that we will soon identify even more cancer cells, perhaps hundreds. When we do, we will treat those as well, until all of the cancer cells are destroyed." He nodded to Yin, who moved to the wall and pushed a button. The squares on which the women stood lowered several inches, forcing each to stand on her toes.

"The first three cancer cells are now ready for eradication." Yin again pushed the button and the squares lowered farther. Each captive was now forced onto the very tips of her toes. This was most difficult for Jenna, the shortest of the three. Nashimo handed Koto a small caliber pistol. "It contains one bullet. You have one bullet and I have one bullet." He pulled out a second pistol. "You may use your bullet to show mercy on any of the captives you choose. But, since there are three spies and only two bullets, one will receive no mercy from either of us." He motioned Koto to stand with him ten feet in front of the line of women.

Yin pushed the button a third time. The square lowered fully into the floor, leaving each of the women dangling fully off the ground, swinging slowly by the ropes around their necks. Koto could hear them all start to gurgle as the ropes tightened, and instinctually kick their feet in a desperate but futile effort to find a position that would bring them some air. Kayla's body started to spin in a circle. Miwa opened and closed her legs frantically. Jenna tried to twist her neck. None could do anything to get more than minimal air into her lungs. In fact, if anything, their movements hastened the nooses' closure around their throats.

Koto watched all three women's struggles in fascination. He had enjoyed Jenna's charms and decided that he would reward her with his mercy. But he could not show any mercy until after Nashimo did, lest he be viewed as weak.

After a minute, Koto saw that the women's struggles were fading, and that their bodies' movements had become more involuntary than voluntary. Shaking. Shuddering. Gurgling. Koto looked at Nashimo, who looked back at him briefly and smiled before turning back to look at the scene before him. At nearly the same time, Kayla and Miwa released their bladders. Jenna, Koto knew, had done so not long before being brought to the end of the hall, and so had no more to give.

After another minute, all three hung nearly motionless, their faces red, their mouths gasping helplessly for air, their eyes starting to bulge. But all remained alive. From the corner of his eye, Koto saw Nashimo raise his pistol. Koto stared at the three women, wondering which ... when he heard the shot. It struck Jenna cleanly in the middle of her forehead. Her body lurched and then swayed from the impact. Her eyes remained open. Her neck twisted oddly. And her bowels emptied.

"I loved her body," Nashimo explained his choice to Koto, not knowing that she had been Koto's choice as well. "Such big tits on such a small woman. I hope she'll repay me in the next life for showing her mercy in this one." Quite an odd comment, Koto thought. "Since we both will certainly be together in the place below."

Koto made his decision, realizing that, if he waited longer, it would be too late. He pointed his pistol between Kayla's breasts. "Mercy to the small-breasted one." He fired. Kayla's body immediately stiffened ... then relaxed and swung, as blood dripped down her torso.

The men's eyes now all turned to Miwa. The first captive. The toughest. The one tortured the longest. The one to whom neither Nashimo nor Koto had decided to show mercy. Her face was purple from lack of air. Her nipples were hard. And it was quite apparent that she was having an orgasm. Yes, no doubt about it. She was orgasming. Maybe the two men had shown her mercy after all, allowing her this one final pleasure. Koto stared. Had it not been for the noose around her neck that caused her to gurgle instead of scream, and had it not been for the color of her face, Koto would have believed, just from watching her shivering body, that she was near ecstasy, not death. Until, like Jenna, she released her bowels and the shaking of her body stopped.

Koto stared at the three hanging women. The first three cancer cells. Well, not really the first three, but the first three discovered by the military. The first three eliminated.

But, by now, there were at least ten more waiting in the interrogation rooms. How many more would those ten identify? The process of eliminating the rebels ... and those suspected or accused of being rebels ... had just begun.