But of course they would. Hanging here by one arm up into a handcuff, the hand already turned an unnatural purple. The other hand rope tied to her uplifted ankle, the stylish shoe lost in the hair drag across the parking lot. She tottered now on the other shoe.

She was still wearing the stylish gown she had at the Senator's Birthday Gala Ball and Charity Benefit. Thin straps holding up the black dress with sequins that swirled around the swell of her breasts, highlighting them very unnecessarily since they poked out the deep open sides. The sequins ran down the slant in the hem that opened over her left leg, the other leg being the one uplifted, thus the gown now revealed the thin thong barely doing its duty.

"You dance divinely, I enjoyed waltzing with you. Now, are you ready to talk?"

She shivered in the cold locker, the air conditioning turned up to max. Her nipples pressed the sequins out further. She answered with a well aimed spit in Todd's face. His fingers stopped and for a moment rolled into a fist before unrolling.

"I never hit a woman," he said, putting his gloves back on and turning to Taylor who had already received two spits in the parking lot.

Todd opened his parka over his tuxedo, took out the handkerchief and wiped his face, and watched Taylor step forward and deliver a punch into her stomach. "Very good. Yes." A comment directed at her attitude. As she regained her breath he grabbed her short curled hair and stuffed the handkerchief into her mouth. "Well, we'll get to the conversation a bit later."

She watched as he picked up an item out of a metal box on the small table, the only furniture in the small room. He paused to admire her glaring eyes. "Yes?" he said in a satisfactory manner. She did her best to wiggle away but the harness was placed on her head, the split settled around her cute nose, the straps to keep the gag in and compress her face. He yanked strands of hair to dangle over the sides of the leather, each causing her head to twitch. Then he ran the head strap up to the overhead cuff, releasing her hand and letting it fall. She made an attempt to gather the slow nerve awakening hand to somehow give him a punch, but he knew this would happen and gave her a spin, turning the arm up behind. As he held her, he whispered sweet endearments into her ear.

Taylor brought over the four inch leather collar and closed it on her neck, a strap dangling down the back with two cuffs. For the moment only one cuff was needed.

They stepped back to admire her now. One nipple now spilled out. Todd took off one glove and gently pulled the nipple back under the gown.

"Amazing how it didn't fall out during the tango with the Senator's P.R. man," Taylor said, resting on the edge of the table. He had watched while working as a waiter.

Todd put the glove back on as the cold was finally getting to him. He began a facial massage, first on her exposed forehead, along the ridge of the nose, a wiggle of the tip of the nose, and then along the exposed jaw line and under the chin. She tried to kick or knee him, but he avoided these efforts. "Too late, I know your every move now."

He rubbed her exposed neck above and below the collar. Her eyes betrayed her interest in his caresses. He whispered into her ear more items meant to assure her she had only to relate her purpose at being at the ball and she could go free. It didn't matter to him if she complied as he nibbled on her exposed ears, biting strands of hair, while his coat rubbed against her chest.

And then he kicked her shoe off and stepped away to admire her slow spin, unable to reach the floor with her toes, her body trembling all over. She groaned only once but otherwise did not make a sound. He smiled and said a satisfactory "Yes." Then he nodded to Taylor. "Time for a break," he said, looking up at one of the cameras stuck in each corner before exiting to the next room.

"It's only forty seven in there but in that gown, it's below freezing to her," Todd said, taking off the parka and gloves and rubbing his ears. "We'll let her spin like that for a few more moments, then turn the air conditioner off and the heater on. She'll be sweating in about an hour."

"Yeah, no one likes a frozen pussy," Taylor laughed, finally able to change out of his parka and waiter's uniform to his casual jeans and muscle shirt.

She spun slowly to a halt, she cried but her tears stopped on her cheeks, her ears numb from the cold, her hands numb from the tight bindings, even her nipples did not feel the inner side of the gown any more. And all she could do was hang there by the harness around her head which was causing a headache. And then the lights went out. She screamed into the gag. She would tell, but no one was listening.

"Right about now she's spilling her guts out. That will last a few moments, then she'll draw on her inner strength and begin to think of ways to lie, confound, give alternate facts if you wish. When we go back in she'll be willing to talk, but it won't be the truth. She may not stick to the story given to her to use, make up something just as probable, but hard to prove," Todd continued, speaking to the third man in the room who was watching the four camera monitors. He exchanged his tuxedo coat for a more comfortable old smoking jacket, and took off the old school tie as Taylor touched a keyboard number to change the screens to infrared heat readers.

"She won't die in there will she?" the overweight man in a tuxedo asked, noticing that one camera lens was too blurry to register anything.

Todd answered as he flicked the switch to change the thermostat. "I've done this seventeen times. No one's died yet. I assure you, I know what to expect next." He touched another button on the computer keyboard. Flashes of light showed in the room. "Strobe lights, each on a random timer, meant to disorient her as to time, if she tries to count them. It's only on for three minutes, but almost all thought it went on much longer."

Taylor grinned at the fat man, then picked up two items from another box. "This is called a bullwhip because it was originally made from the coarse hairs from a bull. This particular one is from Spain where they know all about bulls. And this is a simple horsewhip, so thin yet so pleasantly pleasing upon delicate skin. And you know the best part? That leather harness and collar is getting cold too, and then it will get hot, dry out, and well, contract."

Todd smiled at his partner's rare effort at sarcasm. "Time to go back in. See you in about an hour."

It seemed an hour already for her, the flashes still seen through closed eyelids. She didn't notice them enter until the strobes changed to regular lighting. But she felt their arrival. First the Mach One snap of the bullwhip before it wrapped around her waist twice, and yanked away causing her to spin around, causing pressure on her head, choking at her neck as her arm wanted to reach forward and stop the whip. She felt the other whip cut a thin line along her left shoulder. She screamed into the gag, but of course, to no avail.

The fat man watched the monitors, wanting these hired experts to thrash her silly, remove every part of that gown he had bought her, expose those marvelous breasts he adored just looking at, let alone enjoying them as they whipped his face, and that pussy that ached him into adjusting his pants just thinking about it. But they were taking their time. He hated that in those whip movies he had in his private study, talking, shaking out the whips several times before landing it on the girl's body. Hated it then, hated it now. He was yelling at the two in the room to shred her.

But they were there to get information and even with her eyes open now to see a whip aimed at her, she wasn't broken. They had to use intimidation on her, making her wait, not knowing if it would be a flurry or just a single sting. The pleading in those vivid watery eyes meant nothing. Taylor wielded the bullwhip effectively cutting one gown strap to show off that which the fat man adored. Todd's horsewhip was just as effective at cutting lines across the top and bottom of that fine feminine flesh.

They both paused enough now to let her down onto the floor. Her hands were still one behind her back and the other tied to her ankle, so she crawled on her chest towards a corner to huddle. The bullwhip cut through the cloth over her rear end, the horse tail cutting a line into each cheek. They each took a turn on her exposed legs. Then they stood back and watched her cower in the corner, allowing her enough to time to search within herself to half rise up and bring herself more into a favorable position for the next flurry.

She banged her head against the wall from a cut across her chin up onto her cheek and ear. And watched as Todd took off his coat as the room began to warm up. She hadn't noticed until then.

Then she struggled to a seated position, let her free leg angle out and allowed her sex lips full exposure from the useless thong. Both men gazed with interest. In the next room the fat man had his pants open for a hand massage.

"Bet you ten that I can touch her honey spot," Taylor said, preparing for his next strike.

"No bet, I've worked with you too long. But go ahead and get it out of your system."

Her scream behind the gag was muffled but very audible as the splintered tip touched its target with perfect precision. She doubled up as well as possible only to have Todd lay a flurry upon her back and captured arm. One even cut into the hair on the back of her head. She looked up. No longer pleading, no longer defiant. She leaned back on the wall to let them cut her to pieces.

In the next room, Taylor's accuracy relieved the fat man's pent up frustration. After a quick cleaning, he was no longer interested in just watching. He stormed into the torture room.

Todd was squatting beside her taking the head harness off. He shook his head in disgust, the Senator's interruption meant ending this session. "Want to tell this fool why you're here?" he said, removing his handkerchief.

She gazed at Todd for a moment then gasped in a faint but very proud voice. "Senator, I'm what they call an asset. I'm here to prove how well I do under torture." Her eyes were showing a much different attitude toward Todd. "Satisfactory?"

He nodded and gave her a light kiss on the cheek he had lined in red.

"I thought you didn't hit women," she said with a smile as he uncuffed her wrists.

"I don't. Whips don't count as hits." He put his hand down to pull the thong back over her labia.

"She's one of you?" the Senator stormed. "I thought...."

Taylor turned to stand between him and the latest asset to pass the test. "Like most Senators nowadays, you thought wrong."

The Senator shook his head. "No, no, no, I've told her things that...oh, hell, she's told you too?"

Before an answer came forward, the Senator took out the Beretta in his coat pocket and put a bullet into Taylor's chest, then began to empty the clip. Todd swung low and took the Senator down at the knees, wrestled the gun away. Then he put the last bullet between the Senator's eyes, blackmail no longer an option.

Todd was already forming the story to use as he turned back to her. He knelt down. She smiled at him, a still smile, unchanging, fully fallen out from the dress a breast covered in blood. He cursed several times then stood up.