I was still spread eagled to Mistress 's bed when Leroy burst into the room. Quickly he untied me, grabbed me by the hair and yanked me off the bed before he drove his fist into my groin. I groaned loudly as he unceremoniously lifted me bodily over his shoulder. He was cursing about capturing a CIA agent, who was sent over here to free Laura and me.

I carried me to the torture room; I think I'd been here once before and tortured by the mother-daughter team. Quickly my arms were stretched upward by a chain secured to the ceiling. Across from me I saw another naked man, lying tied face up on the floor. Another female who was clad in black leather scowled at me. "You must be Pete, the CIA agent." When I denied it, her pretty face turned to a sneer. I didn't know who she was, but Winnet introduced her, the Priestess Of Torture. "I suggest you confess Pete. She'll cut your fucking balls off!"

I pleaded, "I don't work for the CIA. I am a newspaper reporter." Daisy's eyes bulged. "Don't give us that bullshit!" In a flash she buried her fist into my nuts. I thought I'd puke; if I weren't chained up, I would've been writhing on the floor. "Come on Pete, make it easy on yourself." She lifted my head up by my hair and slapped me viciously across the face, then followed that up with a backhander.

Then I heard Winnett. "He loves these, Daisy." The sadistic daughter handed the other woman a pair of pliers. "Rip his nipples off!" My screams echoed around the room, when The Torture Woman grabbed my left nipple with the metal tool and twisted it. "CIA agent Pete!?"....Tears fell down my cheeks. "NOOOO!"....A few more twists, and off popped the bloodied nub. I thought I'd pass out, when smelling salts was held under my nose.

"CIA PETE!" By now I was blubbering, "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" A vicious twist on my right nipple and everything went black.