The Interrogation

The Interrogation

By Tyjord

From an idea by Ozone

He pushed the doorbell, fidgeting slightly, in a hurry to get to school.

“Oh, hey there Mrs. Sullivan, sorry to bother you…”

“Hello Caden. I’m sorry, but Finn has already left for school. He was quite anxious about this being the day they post next semester’s roster for the lacrosse team.”

“That’s okay, Mrs. Sullivan, I’m just here to drop this off. The young man handed her a thumb drive, fished out from the front pocket of his much too tight jeans.

Nadia Sullivan reached out and took the proffered device. “What’s this?” She asked, allowing no reaction to show on her face.

“Not sure,” he responded jovially, “found it in the hallway outside Finn’s room last night while we were studying.  I must have shoved it in my pocket and forgotten about it. Found it this morning, and wanted to bring it by as soon as possible. Wasn’t sure if it was something important or not.”

“I see,” she said, smiling warmly at the boy. “Then you haven’t seen what’s on it?”

“No ma’am, I wasn’t sure if it was Finn’s or yours, and I definitely didn’t want to be a snoop. Finn’s my best friend, and you’re his mom, so it would have been terribly rude to take a look.”

“Well, I certainly appreciate that Caden. You know,” she said with a mischievous smirk, “it’s probably just Finn’s porn stash. I’ll embarrass him with it later, when he gets back.”

“You do that Mrs. Sullivan, make him squirm,” he responded, a big grin on his face.

“Oh, there will definitely be some squirming in the near future, I’m certain of it. Do you boys have any plans for tonight? I’m sure you’ll both make the team. Are you going to celebrate?”

“Nah, my folks are going out of town for the semester break and want me to keep an eye on our cat. They made some pretty devastating threats regarding ‘parties,’ ‘orgies,’ and the like. Best if I just went home and made sure the tuition payments continue.”

She liked this good-looking young man. He had an ease to his nature that allowed him to talk about almost anything without it becoming uncomfortable. She was glad about that.

“Plus,” he continued chuckling, “Finn said he was going to be hanging out with Zoe tonight. I think he worries that we spend so much time together that she might think we’re gay…or bi, at least.”

There it was again. Completely care free. She returned his big grin.

“Well, what you boys do together is your own business. While not adults for very long, you are adults, after all,” she replied, winking at the boy. “I’ll take care of this,” she continued, holding up the thumb drive.

“Thanks Mrs. Sullivan, you’re the coolest! Gotta go, don’t want to miss the expression on Finn’s face when he sees that I got picked as Captain. Which, I’m sure I did…have a great day!”

She watched with keen interest as the boy bypassed the steps and jumped from the porch. He landed in a crouch and took off at a jog in the direction of the college. He was athletic, probably very limber too. She hoped it would help.

Closing the door behind her, Nadia picked up her cell phone. She quickly entered a number, followed by a further long string of numbers.

“It’s me. We may have a problem. I’m going to give you an address. I need a pick-up. Don’t be gentle, but no permanent harm for the moment. Not until I get some answers, at least. Bring Sergei too, it’ll be easier. The target is young and fit. Take him as soon as it gets dark. The area is pretty quiet on Friday evenings, so you shouldn’t have to worry about prying eyes. I’ll meet you later on. Oh, and Mikel… scare him.”

Mikel looked across the interior of the nearly empty van, studying the boy sitting against the opposite wall. They had stripped him down to his black boxer briefs before securing him for the ride. Mikel could see his body shivering slightly; whether because of the chilly interior of the vehicle or out of fear he didn’t know. He supposed it could be both, of course.

Caden was sitting on a narrow wooden plank, secured by chains to the side wall of the van. He was facing the center of the vehicle, directly opposite where Mikel sat on another wooden plank. His wrists were pulled up and spread out to the sides, handcuffs locking them to sturdy attachment points on the wall. His feet were taped together with black electrical tape, a few turns of coarse rope knotted over it for extra security. Another rope was connected to that, and drawn down under the “bench,” where it was tied off; ensuring Caden couldn’t kick his feet. More black tape was securely wrapped around Caden’s head, leaving only his nose and dirty blonde hair, now damp with sweat, exposed. Mikel chuckled to himself, remembering how Sergei had held the young man as he had stuffed the boy’s well worn socks into his mouth before applying multiple turns of the tape used to cover his head.

It had been one of their easiest pick-ups. The boy seemed to be quite naïve. The van with the local cable TV company’s insignia was already backed up to the garage door when the boy got home, and he had accepted their story about his parents arranging to have a stronger internet  hookup installed while they were gone almost immediately. Once inside, the two men had subdued, stripped, and restrained him quickly, with only minimal struggle and one well placed blow to his solar plexus. From there, they went out the garage door and right into the back of the van, where the cuffs and rope were re-secured for the trip.

Mikel watched, a bit disinterested, as their captive struggled in his bonds. The occasional muffled groan could be heard even through the cloth, tape, and sounds of the highway.

“Should probably put him down for the rest of the trip,” Sergei said, his eastern European accent heavy.

Mikel sighed as he reached into the small duffel bag at his feet and pulled out the hypodermic.  Standing carefully, Sergei slowing the van a bit to make it easier, Mikel approached the helpless boy and knelt down next to him.

“Hush little one,” he said, his accent much less prevalent than his partner’s, “I would say that it will all be over soon…but then I would be lying to you.” He watched the boy tense in his bonds as he jabbed the needle into Caden’s neck, dispensing its contents with one push of the plunger. He quickly stood up and moved back to the other side of the van as Caden began furiously fighting against his restraints.

The boy’s struggles slowed quickly, muffled sobs still emanating from behind the inky black tape. Neither Mikel nor Sergei really knew if the boy was crying, or just begging for his life, but the two of them had been doing this long enough to guess, it was probably both. Mikel waited for Caden’s struggles to stop, and watched as the boy slumped forward, all his weight resting on his cuffed wrists. Satisfied that their victim was unconscious, Mikel joined Sergei at the front of the van, taking his place in the passenger seat as the vehicle continued on its way.

Nadia entered the room, closing the heavy door behind her.  She was wearing a pair of black, faux leather leggings which stuck to her legs like glue. A simple, casual black tunic was covered by a cozy, navy blue double-breasted coat. To protect her from the cool fall temperatures, a tan scarf with faint grey, white and black plaid detail was tucked neatly into the coat. Nude high heeled pumps raised her to about 5'8” in height and a small black leather snatch purse was tidy against her side. Noticing that the boy was still unconscious, she removed her coat and scarf, placing them neatly over one of the nearby chairs, and then moved closer to inspect Sergei’s work.

Caden was positioned naked in the center of the industrial looking room, severely bound to what looked like an upside down “T” made of two, rough surfaced, wooden beams. His legs were in a perfect split position and tied to the crossbeam, parallel to the floor. They were held in place against the beam by heavy ropes at his ankles, knees, and thighs. His arms were bound above his head to the vertical beam at the wrists, elbows, and biceps. There were also several turns of rope around his neck, securing him further. Nadia smiled, pleased that her guess as to his limberness had proven correct. Although, she mused, no matter how limber, he certainly would not be enjoying his position once he woke up. She continued her observation, noting with some curiosity, the lack of body hair on the young man. She had expected him to have some, and wondered if he regularly removed it himself, or if Sergei had performed above and beyond expectations once again. She made a mental note to ask the young man about it later. Of course, asking him anything would mean removing his gag. His mouth was stuffed with, knowing Sergei, at least one of his dirty socks, and shiny black tape covered his face from just under his nose to his chin. It would be easy enough for her to peel off when necessary.

Nadia reached out and gently cupped his testicles, hanging low and fully exposed by his position. She felt the smoothness of his skin, and could see the outline of both balls quite clearly. Moving her hand upwards, she lifted his flaccid penis from underneath, and allowed it to slide off her hand as she moved back. While not exactly “well endowed,” Caden’s manhood was satisfactory, and would be more than suitable for her plans.

Satisfied with how the boy had been restrained, Nadia stepped away for a moment, returning with a metal rolling cart that she pushed next to the unconscious college student. She removed the canvas tarp covering the top shelf, and surveyed the items neatly arranged on it. Her hand glided over each one, metal, plastic, leather, and rubber. Spikes, clamps, cord, chain, and more, all aspects of a torturer’s trade, laid out for her use. Her fingers settled on a small bundle of rough cord and, unraveling it, she knelt down in front of the unmoving subject of her intentions.

With expert care, Nadia wrapped the cord around the young man’s testicles, pulling them down as far as possible so that each turn of the cord formed a tall ring around the top of his sack. Once she had his balls secured about an inch and a half below where they were when she started, she knotted it off tightly, then, with some difficulty, slipped the remaining length through the bottom most loop, both above and below the sack. Centering the excess cord between his two dangling balls, she began gently pulling on the end of the cord. She watched closely as the cord forced its way in-between his balls, roughly separating them into two tightly packed, distinct shiny orbs. She continued to pull the cord tighter, until she heard the muffled gurgling noises and saw his toes start to twitch.

“Shhhh…” Nadia whispered, “just relax. I’m almost done here.”

Caden was regaining consciousness now, his body jerking against his bonds as the realization of his situation became evident to his clearing mind.

Nadia took a final length of the cord, forced it under the middle of the piece splitting his testicles, knotted it off, and ran the other end through a ring embedded in the floor directly under him. The gurgling noises he had been making quickly evolved into loud grunts and groans as she pulled hard on the cord, forcing his balls down and away from his body. Once she had his balls stretched as far from his body as she felt they could go at this point, she tied the cord off to the ring ensuring they would stay in place.

The young man was definitely awake now, and he was screaming past the packing still in his mouth from the trip. Nadia, satisfied with her work, and tired of the new sounds assailing her ears, stood up in front of her securely bound captive, giving him a clear view of her. As she expected, his screaming stopped instantly as he recognized her. Angry grunts replaced them as he shook at his bonds, amusingly displaying his unhappiness with his predicament.

Nadia smiled sweetly at him. “Just relax Caden. If you cooperate, this will all go by quickly and you will leave here in relatively the same state you arrived. If you choose to be uncooperative, well, let’s just say my son will be looking for a new best friend.”

Caden’s eyes went wide at the not so implied threat. He looked at her, his eyes filled with tears, their pleading look doing nothing to change her expressionless face.

“Now, I’m sure you’ve already figured out that there is more going on here than discovering your best friend’s mother is into kinky shit,” now she smiled at him. “So let me cut to the chase and explain what you need to know because, and I’m being very serious Caden, your life is on the line here.”

The boy froze in his bonds. He could tell by her demeanor that she wasn’t joking. He had a hard time believing this was the same woman he had spoken to earlier that morning.

“I want you to blink three times, very obviously, if you understand what I just said to you.”

Terrified, Caden opened and closed his eyes three times. There was snot running down from his nose, and he was afraid that if he started to cry, his nose would get stuffed up and he would suffocate.

“Good,” Nadia said as she dragged a chair over and sat down in front of the boy. “Now, I’m going to ask you some questions. I know, I know, you won’t be able to answer me because your mouth is stuffed full of your dirty socks, but I’m not expecting any answers just yet. I’m going to ask you the questions, and you are going to think about how you are going to answer me while I demonstrate some of the horrible things that will happen to you if you don’t answer me truthfully when you get the opportunity. Blink if you understand.”

His eyes opened and closed three more times.

“Excellent, you’re a quick study. You know Caden, I really do like you, and I think you are a great friend to my son. However, there are things in this world that are very dangerous, and unfortunately, you’ve become part of one of them. Blink if you understand.”

Three blinks.

“Okay, let’s get started then.” Nadia picked up two long metal probes from her cart. They were covered at one end by what looked like fine steel wool. The soft metal fibers covered the top four inches of each of the probes, and wires trailed out of the other end and connected to a box on the top of the cart. The bottom halves of each probe, where she was holding them, were covered with rubber. Nadia flicked a switch on the cart, turned a dial, and then touched the two ends of the probe together.

Caden jumped, as much as his bonds would allow, at the sight and sound of the spark that went through the two rods. He broke out in a sweat and immediately began hyperventilating through his nose. Fear was closing in, and he thought he was going to black out.

“Now, now, you need to be awake to hear my questions. Do try to get a grip on yourself. Right now, this is only set at fifty percent power, but if you pass out, I’ll raise it high enough to wake you up. Blink if you understand.”

Caden was sobbing openly and totally frozen with fear. His hesitation was short-lived though as Nadia touched the two probes together again, causing another spark. Caden blinked three times.

“Good boy. Now, first question: is the third man real?”

Caden screamed as she touched one of the probes to his left nipple. The shock was strong enough to make his entire body spasm and pull at his restraints. His nipple felt like it was on fire. He vaguely heard the question repeated before his right nipple exploded in the same manner, causing more violent wrenching against the ropes retraining him.

“Come now, don’t be weak. This is nothing. I can, and will, be doing much worse. Suck it up and pay attention to the questions. They are very important, and your answers may save your life.”

Caden sucked air in through his nose, trying desperately not to pass out. He wanted this to stop, needed it to stop. He was so distracted by the pain and his hindered breathing, he barely registered the different question before the next shock came, this time to his left testicle.

“Well,” Nadia said, a bit bored, “this looks like it’s going to be more difficult than I thought. I don’t even think you heard my second question at all. So here’s what we’re going to do. When I ask you a question, you will blink two times signifying you heard the question and then I will apply the shock. If you do not blink, I will apply both probes at the same time. Blink if you understand.”

Tears rolled from his eyes as he opened and closed them three times.

“Very good. However, you’ve earned a punishment for your error. We’ll get to that after this first set of questions is complete. Now, here again is question two: is the white bunny to be feared?”

Caden would have laughed at the ridiculousness of these questions, if his life wasn’t on the line and blinding pain didn’t follow each one. He blinked twice. The shock hit his right testicle this time. There were three more questions, none of them making any more sense than the first two, but the shocks still came, once again to each nipple, and the final one to the center of his split testicles.

“There, all done with the first five questions. Only fifteen more to come, so I suggest you concentrate. You’re a smart young man Caden. Pay attention, be honest, and you might make it out of this. Now, let’s get on with your punishment.”

Nadia went reached up to the cart, switched off the control box, and retrieved a small spray bottle. Casually, she sprayed the business end of one of the probes with the contents of the can, until the soft metal filaments began to glisten. Replacing the can on the cart, Nadia held the probe in front of the tortured boy’s eyes and, with her other hand, grabbed his limp penis.

“Now I know you’re probably having some difficulty with recalling all the questions, but do try. I would hate to have to punish you again.” With that, Nadia touched the end of the probe to the opening at the tip of his member and pushed.

Caden howled into his gag as the probe was pushed into his urethra, the metal filaments scratching at the sensitive membranes inside his limp shaft. Nadia continued pushing until all four inches of metal were buried inside him. She smiled at him, and proceeded to withdraw and insert the irritating intruder in a slow and steady manner. The young man continued screaming, his penis being raped by this sadistic madwoman.

“Oh hush now, don’t be a baby. I haven’t even turned on the current yet.” Caden only vaguely heard her say the words as he struggled to maintain consciousness. “It’s also time for another, although unrelated question. Pay attention now…” She shoved the probe back into him harder than before, leaving it embedded deep inside his urethra. “Now, this next question is a bit more personal, and you have to answer it first thing when I eventually remove your gag. No pleading, no crying; nothing comes out of that mouth except the answer to this question. Do you understand?”

Caden blinked three times, the tears flowing freely.

“Why do you have no body hair?”

Caden didn’t even have time to register the out of place question before he heard the dial turn and the switch click back on. A massive shock hit the inside of his penis, sending his body into convulsions. Nadia observed him closely, and with a sigh, dialed back the current slightly. Satisfied with his level of discomfort, she stood up.

“Break time,” she announced as she picked up her coffee and walked towards the door.

“Well, there you go. That wasn’t so difficult, was it?”

Caden whimpered softly into his gag. The last few hours had been hell for the young man, and the frequent “breaks” taken by Nadia were anything but for him. Whenever she left, she would reinsert one of the probes into his urethra, and increase the current to a higher level. During the remainder of the question sessions, he was subject to more shocks to his nipples and testicles, as well as her stretching his balls even further from his body. During the last five questions, she had used the probes and their fine mesh as scrubbing devices on his tormented nipples, alternating between using the electricity and not.

“Okay, now it’s time for you to start answering the questions. I’m going to remove your gag now. Remember, no other talking, or you will be punished. Oh, and do try not to vomit when I remove your gag. Between your motivation sessions and the undoubtedly rank condition of those socks filling your mouth, it will probably be difficult. But, know this, if you do vomit, I will feed every bit of it back to you.”

Caden wretched, the thought of that initiating the exact response she wanted him to control. He tried to steady his breathing as he felt her cut through the tape, unwind it painfully from his face, and pull out the large wad of fetid cloth filling his mouth.

“There we go, now I can see that handsome face of yours again.” Nadia smiled sweetly at him.

“I shave it,” Caden croaked from his dry, parched throat.

“I’m sorry, what was that? Didn’t I tell you not to say anything except answer my questions?”

“I shave my body hair,” the boy repeated, although changing the wording slightly.

“Oh, of course, silly me, I had forgotten about that.” Nadia reached out and grabbed Caden’s face with one hand, squeezing his cheeks tightly in her powerful grip. “It’s a good thing you didn’t,” she said menacingly. “I knew you were a smart boy. Tell me, why do you shave all your hair?”

The young man gulped as a wave of nausea passed through him, fought it off, and replied hoarsely. “Back in high school, before Finn and I had discovered lacrosse, I was on the swim team. It was standard practice to shave as we matured and our hair got thicker. I kind of liked the way it looked and felt, so I continued doing it even after I stopped swimming.”

“Well, that certainly explains that mystery. Thank you for your honesty. I hope you will be as honest with the rest of the questions.” Nadia sat down in the chair, made herself comfortable, and began.

“Let’s start with question one. I know, that seems too easy, and I was going to switch up the order, but, I’ve had a long day, and I do have to get home to Finn at some point, so let’s just go in order, shall we?

Caden sobbed quietly as he heard his best friend’s name. He couldn’t believe that this was the same woman he had known for almost his whole childhood. He tried desperately to contain any noise, not wanting to give her an excuse to punish him further. Instead, he focused on the unending pain he was in. His body hurt everywhere, leg muscles cramping from being tied in a perfect split for so long. Even on his best day, he could only do that for a few seconds before he had to roll out of it, and mainly saved it for a party trick to impress friends. Now, forced to hold the position for so many hours, he felt like he would never be able to get out of it.

“Ahem…” he heard as his focus was drawn back to his current situation.

“Caden, this is the last time I will repeat myself. What was the first question, and what is your answer…?

Nadia smiled wickedly as Sergei and Mikel moved towards her son’s best friend. Quickly he was put on the ground with a bit more force than was probably required, given the state he was in both physically and mentally.

“Now Caden, I’m afraid that’s all the time I can devote to you today. I need to get home and check on Finn. Unfortunately we aren’t quite done yet, so we’ll have to continue our discussion tomorrow. Now you just relax while we get you set up for the night. Unfortunately, this will be a bit more severe than I had originally planned. Your ability to remember the questions was less than perfect. Hopefully, a night of quiet reflection will further help you to understand that this is not a joke.”

With one man holding his wrists, the other began the process of putting stubby, conical shaped fingerless mitts on Caden’s hands, turning both into useless stumps before his arms were pulled roughly behind his back and forced upwards towards his shoulder blades into a painful reverse-prayer position.  Caden’s arms were pushed up so high behind him that the pressure might have dislocated his shoulders had he not been as flexible as he was. Straps were then applied by Sergei to Caden’s wrists and again at his elbows, and pulled to their tightest possible setting while similar straps were used to bind Caden’s legs at the ankles, above and below the knees, and the thighs.

Nadia stood beside her implement table and grabbed a couple of items as the men continued to tighten the straps and add to the young man’s bondage. A metal device with small locking cuffs and a ratcheting bar was brought down over his feet, forcing them into a slightly pointed position once the cuffs snapped shut around his big toes. A unique looking Allen wrench was then inserted into the ratcheting bar and turned with sadistic glee by Sergei until Caden’s feet were forced into a punishing en pointe position. At the same time, Mikel had approached Caden with a very tall, very stiff posture collar. The cramping in his feet did not prevent him from begging and squirming as the collar was wrapped snugly around his neck and buckled in place. Punctuated by a pained groan, Caden’s wrists were then lifted several inches higher behind his back, until a padlock could be threaded through the buckles of his wrist straps and the back of the posture collar, locking his arms into the strictest position the young man could imagine.

Nadia strode over to Caden’s tightly bound and naked form, her heels clicking sharply on the concrete, as her two henchmen forced him onto his knees and thrust his face down to the floor. Nadia knelt down behind her young captive and held up one of the items she had brought over from her cart. Sergei and Mikel both smiled as they watched her maneuver the long, thick dildo shaped plug into place at Caden’s rear. Using one hand to separate his butt cheeks slightly, Nadia rammed the ten inch black rubber penis into the young man’s virgin ass. The small amount of lubricant she had used was not enough to make the forceful entry easier, and Caden screamed out in pain.

“Oh do be quiet,” Nadia said, almost sweetly. “I guess this answers the question of whether you and my son have been playing around. Zoe would be happy to know that it hardly seems likely, considering how tight you are. But then again, maybe she would be a bit disappointed…”

Caden barely heard her as the huge invader plowed into his rectum. The tearing pain he felt drowning out her attempts at casual conversation.

Nadia pushed until every inch was buried inside of him, and his anal ring had closed tightly around the tapered base.  She pulled the attached harnesses straps into place and buckled them securely around his waist. Nadia then attached an inflation pump to one of the two small tubes exiting from the base of the plug and squeezed it several times, causing the monstrous dildo to increase in both length and girth inside the boy. She continued squeezing the pump, eliciting load groans and mumbled pleas from him. His protestations were cut off as an inflatable rubber gag was then forced between his lips and into his mouth, wing pieces pushed between his gums and cheeks, and center tube nudging the back of his throat. Satisfied that the anal plug would not budge, Nadia detached the pump from the plug, and attached it to the gag’s valve.

“Since no one will be around to hear you, I really don’t see a need for you to talk, do you?” Nadia said rhetorically, a slight smirk showing on her face.

Stepping aside, she handed the pump to Mikel, and he began to inflate the gag. Nadia watched with disinterest as the gag filled to its maximum capacity, stretching the poor boy’s jaw until he thought it would dislocate.

“A couple more pumps, if you don’t mind Mikel,” she ordered as Caden tried to scream through the dense rubber now filling his entire oral cavity. Pain shot through his jaw and face like a pick-axe. His whimpers were barely audible as the pump was removed from the gag, and a thick latex muzzle, with a small opening for his gag tube, was strapped in place over his mouth and around his lower head, forcing him into even further silence.

As Caden tried to deal with the pain of his situation, he looked up at the wicked vixen of a woman that was his best friend’s mom. What he saw made his eyes widen in fear as he frantically squirmed in his bonds. The gag, combined with the stress of the tight posture collar and painful nature of his arm bondage, cut short any attempts at resistance as he soon found himself out of breath. Nadia then pushed an earplug into each of his ears followed by pulling a tight-fitting severe discipline hood made of thick black leather over his head. Once completely in place, hugging his head and face in its close fitting embrace, Nadia went through the almost therapeutic task of lacing up the hood and then cinching the buckles into their tightest possible holes; then attaching small padlocks to ensure they stayed put.

With the hood leaving Caden only two small holes under his nostrils and openings for his eyes, he could only watch helplessly as the two men once again approached, one of them carrying a short length of chain. One end was attached to a small ring at the center of the cuffs locked around his big toes, while the other end was, with Sergei lifting his legs up behind him as Mikel pushed at his upper body back awkwardly, padlocked to a d-ring at the top of his hood.

Nadia then picked up a small remote control box, connected to a nearby wall by a thick electrical cord, and, making sure she was where Caden could see, pushed a button which lowered a large hook from the ceiling until it was only a few inches above his now semi-hogtied body. Mikel worked the hook into a link in the center of the chain connecting his toes to his hood, before nodding at Nadia, who then, with a clinical nonchalance, pressed another button on the control box.

To his horror, Caden was slowly lifted off the ground, his bound feet and head slowly brought excruciatingly together while his cock and balls were left fully exposed beneath him. Stopping the ascent at somewhere between four and five feet off the ground, Nadia locked off the remote and placed it back on her table. Stepping up to her bound victim, she smiled as she attached metal-toothed clamps to his exposed and tender nipples. Caden’s barely audible squeal of pain could be heard from beneath the hood and gag as she added thin chains with one-pound fishing weights to the clamps, followed by another clip, chain, and five-pound weight attached to the ring around his already abused and stretched testicles.

“Now, I’d like you to get some rest. We have a very full scheduled for tomorrow. Of course, this building can get a bit chilly at night, so we need to make sure you are comfortable.” As Nadia said this, Mikel and Sergei wheeled four industrial heat lamps up to Caden and positioned them around his bound form. Once plugged into their power source, the lamps would generate enough heat to bring the ambient temperature around Caden to just over 120 degrees.

Caden watched in fear as Nadia moved out of sight behind him. The thick hood muffled much of the noise around him, but he could just make out the sound of something else being rolled up behind him. He then felt a slight pressure from behind as Nadia proceeded to attach a thick hose to Caden’s anal plug. The barely audible click was his only warning before he started thrashing about violently, his body swaying in the air.

“The concoction flowing into you is a full gallon of heated ginger oil, as well as a pint of ghost pepper hot sauce. I hope you don’t mind that addition; I know how much you like things hot and spicy.” She walked back to her table as Mikel and Sergei left the warehouse, allowing her to be alone again with her son’s best friend.

“Just a few more things to take care of, then I’ll leave you to get some rest,” Nadia said as she again picked up the inflation bulb, as well as a long rubber tube, complete with deflated balloon at one end, and a strange metal piece at the other. She hummed to herself as she used a small spray bottle to coat the tube with a disinfectant solution. “This may sting a bit, especially after all the attention you received today,” she said as she moved up to the dangling boy. Placing the bulb on the cold cement floor, Nadia grasped Caden’s flaccid penis tightly in one hand, and brought the tube forward with the other.

Caden squeezed his watering eyes shut as the tube entered his piss slit and was forced roughly into his urethra. The disinfectant burned his sensitive and scoured membrane as the tube, and the small deflated balloon just behind its tip, were pushed deep inside of him. He felt a sudden sharp pain deep inside his groin.

“Now, normally, when a catheter enters the bladder,” Nadia explained as she fiddled with the metal piece that now encircled the head of Caden’s penis, “urine would drain out through the tube. However, this lovely device has a nubby stainless steel plug at this end of the tube which fits about two inches into your shaft. The end of the plug is welded to a metal ring and helmet that fit over the head of your penis. The ring goes just behind the crown and tightens as I twist the helmet downwards. The pressure from the contracting ring causes your penis head to swell into the helmet until it pushes up against the nubs inside. Ingenious, no?” She snickered as she continued to turn the helmet, until it finally covered his head completely and a small click could be heard.

“There you go, all sealed up. We don’t want you having any messy accidents overnight, do we?” She gave his penis a light slap, causing the five pound weight hanging from his balls to swing back and forth.

Nadia walked behind Caden again, grabbed a rolling IV stand, and brought it alongside his head, to where he could just make out what was on it. He started squirming again, the building pressure and burning in his bowels adding to his misery as he looked at the full rubber enema bag and dangling hose in front of him.

“Now I need to make sure you don’t get dehydrated overnight, especially with how warm it’s going to get soon. Of course, it’s not just water in this bag, there’s a very powerful laxative, the same one doctors prescribe prior to colonoscopies, as well as a strong diuretic. I don’t know if you know what that is Caden, but I’m sure you’ll figure it out soon enough.”

Nadia took the dangling hose and pushed it onto the small tube sticking out from his gag. “I’m going to set this on a fast drip so that you’ll be able to swallow with just a hint of difficulty. Don’t worry though, the position of your head should help with that a bit.”

“Have a good night, and try to get some rest.” Her wicked smile was enough to cause a whimpering sound to emanate from beneath the gag. With that she attached the hood’s blindfold strap and notched it to its tightest position. “We’ll talk more in the morning, and I do hope you’ll do better than you did today.” She walked out of the room, switching off the lights and switching on the heat lamps before making sure to lock the solid metal door behind her as she left for home.

Caden hung in complete silence for a short time before a loud click resonated through his earplugs. Suddenly, Nadia’s voice echoed through his ears at a volume that even the most diehard heavy metal concert enthusiast would have shied away from. On and on her voice droned, pounding each question into his head, over and over and over.

Never would Caden have thought that anyone could endure so much pain and torment for so long and still be alive. He had no idea how long he had been left hanging there, his muscles cramped and aching from his strenuous bondage. The heat from the lamps positioned around him had caused a small puddle of his sweat to pool on the dusty cement floor beneath him. His insides, burning from the irritating liquids that his best friend’s mother had forced into him, felt as they were going to burst. He had spent some time trying to force the monstrously huge plug from his ass in order to get some relief, but his efforts had been in vain. The huge invader would not budge, and not a drop of the torturous fluid could get past it. His situation had worsened exponentially once he realized what a “diuretic” must be. The sudden urge to pee, and his inability to do so, added a new kind of pain to his predicament, and sometime during the night, Caden just gave up and retreated to a place deep inside his mind with only the sound of Nadia’s booming voice repeating the questions over and over to keep him company.

The young man’s stupor came to an abrupt halt as his earplugs went suddenly silent and the clang of the metal door being unlocked and opened echoed through the nearly empty warehouse. Caden started screaming into his gag, desperate for whoever had come in to find and release him.

“Oh look at you,” Nadia said sweetly as she walked up to her young victim, a steaming cup of coffee in her hand. “I didn’t take you for such an early riser. Finn likes to sleep in on weekends, so I thought you would too.”

Setting her coffee down on her worktable, Nadia went about shutting off the heat lamps and wheeling them away from the boy swaying wildly from his struggles. She then disconnected the tubes from his gag and butt plug, and moved the empty enema bags on their IV stands away also. Then, after taking another sip of her coffee, Nadia reached out and stopped Caden’s wild swaying. Holding his arm with one hand, she used her other to remove his blindfold.

Nadia smiled sweetly, looking deep into Caden’s bulging, franticly moving eyes. “Good morning Caden, sleep well?”

She heard the sounds of his desperation, even through the inflated gag filling his mouth. After patting him gently on the side of his face, she went back to her table and retrieved three long, thick, coiled up hoses and a large plastic Y-shaped connector. She brought them back to the boy and pushed the end of one of the hoses onto the tube sticking out of his gag, fitting the other end onto one of the three ports on the connector. She attached the other two hoses to the remaining ports and allowed the two other hoses to dangle from her hand.

“Okay Caden, we’re almost set to finish up our little chat, but first,” Nadia looked into his eyes and smiled sadistically, “I need to feed you your breakfast.”

Caden screamed uselessly as Nadia bent down underneath him and did something to the tube in his penis, followed by her moving behind him.

Realization came quickly to the horrified young man as he heard the loud clicks and braced himself for the relief he had so desperately been wishing for. His only consolation prior to the new day’s torture commencing was that each question he would be asked had been burned into his very brain.

Nadia turned from the unconscious young man and grabbed her cell phone from where she had left it on her implement cart. Once more, she entered the familiar number and spoke when Sergei answered.

“He doesn’t know anything. You can come and pick him up. He won’t give you any trouble, but feel free to make him as uncomfortable as possible for his trip home. Of course. I explained to him that if he spoke of this to anyone, or even if I thought he was planning on telling someone, he would come home from school to find his parents the victims of a very nasty “accident.” Yes, I’m certain he believed me, and I’ll keep a close eye on him for a while. I know. There’s only one other possibility we need to look into. Unfortunately, we have to be absolutely certain, so I’m going to need another pick-up…my address.”