Archive-name: Violent/caught01.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Caught - 1 Joining the legions of others who are submitting continuing 'serials' to this board, I add the first chapter of "CAUGHT". This is the story of a female spy who has been captured by the enemy and will be undergoing various forms of humilitation and pain. During the planned course she may encounter other prisioners. If you have any comments, please leave them with the file name "CaughtXX.zip". Thanks and let me know what you'd like to see. CAUGHT ONE As she slowly regained her senses, Barbara became aware of her surroundings. She tried to move, but found that she was secured to the rafters and the floor by stout nylon restraints. Even with the years of weight training, she could not gain even an inch of slack from her bonds. Her arms were secured together above her head and her legs were pulled apart, she looked like an upside down "Y". Somewhere along the line, she had lost her shoes and stockings The floor was cold under her bare feet. Her mind raced back to the last point in time that she could remember. She had known when she first starting working as a agent for the "Company" that she might have her cover "blown" at some point in time. And now she had been found out and captured by the oldest trick in the book. She should have been on guard in the bar and been alert to the fact that the defecting agent that she was meeting might be trying to put one over on the "Company". But a spiked drink? The thought had never crossed her mind. She also regretted the fact that she had not informed her superiors, and hence, she had no backups. From what she could see, there were three floodlamps that bathed her in a white light, and beyond the glare she could make out what appeared to be a sturdy looking, oversized table and chair, as well as two large cabinets. She shook her head to clear the cobwebs and the drug induced headache that she was suffering from was reduced. He dark brown hair swirled around her head as she did so, and then cascade around her shoulders. A door behind her opened but she could not see who was entering. Footsteps approached and a voice called out, "I see that you are finally awake. I am pleased to see that the knock out drops have worn off. Now, we can begin..." The man came into view. He was wearing a red jumpsuit that fit well, allowing her to see that his 6'4" frame was well toned. A red hood was pulled over his head, allowing her to see only his eyes, no doubt so that she would never be able to identify him, if she were released. "We can do this easily, or the hard way, whichever you prefer," he stated as he eyed her 5'7" frame. She had a beautiful body, he could see. No wonder she was such a successful agent, he thought as walked up to her. "So what will it be?" Barbara was silent as he circled her, surveying her figure. She knew that she had received training for the possibility of torture, but would it be enough? "I guess that your lack of response means that I will have to find out the hard way." He walked over to one of the cabinets, and opened the door. She heard a drawer slide open and shortly he reappeared in front of her with a pair of scissors. Without a word he began to snip the buttons off the front of her blouse. She heard them bounce off the floor as he pulled the lower part of the blouse from her slacks so as to be able to reach the lower two buttons. With all the buttons now removed, her pulled the fabric apart to reveal her ample breasts restrained by the white lace bra. The contrast between the bra and her nicely tanned skin had always pleased her, as well as those that had been lucky enough to see it. The scissor returned to work on the short sleeves of the blouse, and across the shoulders to the collar, allowing him to remove the blouse when he was done. He cast the garment onto the floor and examined his charge. The man knelt at her feet and quickly cut the both legs of her slacks up the waist. The scissors, she reasoned, must be very sharp to cut through the material with such ease. As he made the last snip, her slacks fell to the floor. He tossed them over with her blouse and stepped back to once again gaze on her form, now that she was revealing matching white lace panties. "I hope that you reconsider quickly," he stated, looking at her near nakedness, "as it would be a shame to damage such a fine form." He approached her, and gently caressed the side of her torso with the scissors. He brought it up to her shoulder and snipped the strap of her bra with ease. Circling behind, and slowly moving the shears across her back, he carefully clipped the other bra strap. More goosebumps formed now that the chill in the room was allowed unrestricted access to her flesh. With one last snip between her breasts, the bra released it's captives and fell to the floor. She knew that her nipples were erect from the temperature and no matter how hard she willed them, they would not reduce their size. "Of course, you realize," he said as he made a circle with the tip of the scissors around her protruding right nipple, "that the longer that you refuse to tell us what we want to know, the less likelihood that you will walk out of here alive." He repeated his actions around the left nipple. "It will be most unpleasant, and very slow. I had one girl that lasted six months. Granted she was almost a vegetable by the time she died, but she did eventually give us something that we could use." He stepped behind her; she didn't need to look to know that he was almost reverently clipping the sides of her panties. First the left side and then the right side. They fell to the floor where he used his foot to pull them away from the area. Now she was totally naked, in hands of the enemy. A thin film of sweat began to envelope her body as he stepped back in front of her. She was scared. "The boss said that at least for the first few hours, I was to restrain myself in marking you. I think that he wants to have a little fun with you later on," he stated as he left her and went to one of the cabinets. "So, for better or worse, you shall at least initially be spared from the whips. But then again, the whips are mostly ineffective." He opened the cabinet and rummaged inside for a few moments. "However, I was told to apply some less conspicuous restraining devices, makes you easier to control..." He approached her and her eyes beheld four wicked looking clips on a tray. Two had flat jaws, the other two had serrated teeth, but one thing all four had in common, they appeared to have rather strong springs. "Feel free to scream," he said as he reached behind her head and grab a bundle of bungee cords which slid forward on a pulley above her. "This area is rather soundproof, and even if it wasn't, there is no one around that will pay much attention to you. In fact, if someone does enter and doesn't hear a scream or two, they don't think I am doing my job." He attached the clips to the cords and now they were hanging just below her neckline. She had no doubt as to the purpose, and her body stiffened at the thought. Selecting one of the clips with the flat jaw, he pulled the cord down, stretching the elastic until the clip was just below her right nipple. He squeezed the clip to open the jaws and placed it in a position in which when he released it, the jaws would clamp tightly on the nipple. "Are you sure you don't just want to tell me what we want to know?" he asked. Barbara said nothing. "Have it your way." He released the clip slowly, and allowed the pain to build. Barbara tried to recoil from the spreading fire of the confinement of her right nipple, but to no avail. When he had completely allowed the spring to relax, she released a piercing scream. She threw her head back as tears sprang from her eyes. It was mashing the nipple almost flat. Then he released his hold on the bungee cord. The elastic pulled her nipple toward the ceiling, stretching and pulling with great force. Barbara shook her had from side to side and tried to shake the clamp off, but was successful only in making her nipple ache all the more. He stepped back to watch her throes of agony as the metal compressed the flesh between it's jaws, the nipple trying to escape the sides of the vise-like grip. Within a few minutes, her screams had died down and her right nipple was beginning to feel very little pain, her mind blocking it out. That was when their torment began anew with her left nipple. She let out another ear shattering scream as he allowed the clamp to lift her breast up and as it did, just for the hell of it, he squeezed the clamp on the right nipple to heighten the effect. As he retreated this time, he quickly jerked on both cords. The nipples stretched to twice their normal length and her tits formed a cone shape as the clamps strained to pull her breasts from her chest. Barbara screamed and cried, tears now forming rivers down her cheeks. It was excutiating. Lovers in the past had squeezed her tits and bit at her nipples during lovemaking, but it was never anything like this. Her wrists ached as well, having tried to free herself from the overhead bonds. And then terror flooded her mind once again. She opened her eyes and saw the second set of clamps, the ones with the "teeth" hanging before her. As the pain dulled, she looked forward to see the man casually coming toward her. From the look in his eyes, she could feel him smiling in a diabolical manner. One hand went to each clip and twisted 90 degrees. Like an electric shock the pain returned. Barbara tried to arch her back to relieve the pressure but only succeeded in losing her balance. Had it not been for the increased tension on her tits, she would have realized that had her hands not been bound above her, she might have pulled at the very least, a layer of skin off her nipples. As she regained her footing, the man removed the clips. One thing that she had not known was the fact that the clips had cut off the blood supply to her sensitive nipples. Now that the restriction was removed, the blood coursed back into the abused tissue and reintroduced her to the pain. The man stepped back and examined his prisoner. Her hair was somewhat matted by the sweat and tears that came profusely now. Her nipples were red and swollen, but otherwise undamaged. She glistened with perspiration as she slowly moaned away the ebbing pain. Barbara tried to close her eyes, but found her brain's morbid curiosity had other plans as the man grasp the other two clips and pulled them down toward her nipples. Should she fight it, she questioned herself and found her body already taking what evasive actions it could to avoid the new punishment. "Still some fighting spirit," sneered the man behind the mask as he released one of the clips and put his arm around her waist to steady her. "You are going to be interesting to break." And with that he allowed the serrated clip to clamp on her left nipple. A new, more intense pain radiated from her breast. She could not imagine anything feeling worse as her voice flew open an emitted a new wail. The clamp bit into her flesh and involuntarily she recoiled again. This caused the clamp to tighten it's grip. The survival instinct in her trained mind told her to steady her body rather than risk mutilation. Just as she thought that she might be able to control herself, the other clip was applied. Barbara now sobbed openly as a minute drop of blood formed where the clip bit savagely into her flesh. Had she not been entrusted with the secrets that she knew, and had she known that her revelations would do no harm, she would have gladly begun "spilling her guts" at that point, but her information was of vital importance. Her cries for help and mercy would go unanswered, but she knew that this was only the beginning. --