Executive Protection Chapter 2
Executive Protection
Chapter 2
Amsterdam
6pm
Michael cried out as Goran pulled the last needle from the meat of his devastated left thigh. His tormentor had spent several hours turning both of his thighs into pincushions, with over a dozen needles in each, artfully avoiding arteries that might have put Michael out of his misery.
Then, to Bryce's horror, he'd reversed the process. Goran pulling the long needles out of his flesh turned out to be twice as painful as when he'd inserted them, as his skewered muscles throbbed and swelled up from the abuse.
Goran said nothing as he placed the last needle carefully in an alcohol filled pan on the cart. He motioned to the other merc, Ivan, who pulled out a knife and sliced through the duct tape holding Bryce down. Not that he could do anything to take advantage of it, since his muscles were little more than useless limp meat after Goran's merciless torture.
The two men hoisted Bryce from the chair and carried him to the back wall, where a bare metal bedspring lay. Before he knew what was happening, he was strapped onto the frame, it's sharp wire corners pitching the flesh of his ass and back. The straps were tight, holding his ankles at the bottom corners, and his wrists at the sides, forcing his arms into ninety degree angles that forced his thick biceps to flex.
Goran stepped away to another table, then returned with several horseshoe shaped metal straps of varying sizes. The largest one was pressed down across his abs, just above his groin. Latches on each end locked it down onto the bedspring, forming a stiff metal belt that would keep Michael from raising off the bed. Two others were forced down tightly over his bulging biceps, preventing him from moving his arms.
The last four were positioned over each thigh, splitting them roughly into thirds. The straps were clearly meant for someone with smaller legs, and as a result each strap squeezed around his thickly muscled thighs with crushing force, and Goran had difficulty getting each latched down. When they were finally in place, Michael's quadriceps bulged out between them. Michael grunted in pain as the last latch was locked shut.
Ivan appeared with two more metal pieces, each shaped like an inverted J. He latched the long ends to the bedspring on either side of Bryce's chest. He then bent the metal band down until the shorter ends were pressed down against each of his nipples. The sweat soaked nubs poked up through small holes in the metal, trapping them.
Lastly, Goran appeared with a thick metal bulb, attached to a long wire. He reached between Bryce's ensnared thighs and pushed it roughly into his ass. He pushed in until the bulb forced its way past Michael's sphincter with a muted wet thud and remained there.
"I'm not really into this kinky shit..." Michael said shakily. "You fucking assholes!"
Goran didn't pause, clamping the jumper cables to the sides of the frame.
"Look...please," Michael pleaded. "I can't help you...I have no idea where Kincaid is...."
"Kincaid is dead," Ivan said smugly. "We found him an hour ago."
Michael's mind raced. If Kincaid was dead then Dukovich was going free. And I have nothing to bargain with to get out of this mess. He had to try. "Fellas, I know we got off to a bad start, but come on...you got what you wanted, right? Right?"
Ivan chuckled. "I told you. Once Goran starts...."
Goran turned the knob on the black box, and Bryce's world exploded.
"AHHHHHH! AHH-AGGHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHH-AHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The current flowed through the metal bedsprings, arcing along the metal straps and entering his trapped body from all sides. The straps amplified the effects, focusing the cascading energy into his biceps, nipples and thighs, where it seized his muscles with crippling power, and coursed through his insides until it found the grounding wire in his ass and completed a hellish circuit.
Bryce screamed and screamed, his body straining, trying to arch up and away from the sizzling frame but completely restrained by the well-placed bands.
Finally the current ceased, and Michael gasped for air, unable to do anything by lie there and moan.
"That was three seconds," Goran stated simply.
Bryce's eyes widened. Impossible. "You-you got your guy...please, I don't-!"
Goran turned the dial.
"AGGHHHHHHH! AGHHH! AGHHHHHHH! AHH-AHHHHHHH!"
Michael's body clenched, his muscles twisting and straining as the current racked him from end to end. An eternity of agony seemed to pass before the electricity finally stopped.
"Five seconds that time," Goran said with a smirk. "Why don't we try ten?"
Michael gasped, shaking his head frantically. "No! NO! Wait! FUCKK-AHHHHHHH! AHHHGHHHH-FUCKKKKK-AHHHHHHHHHH!"
Pain filled his body, wrenching his overtaxed muscles, straining his limbs in their sockets. Bryce's head thrashed back and forth, the only part of him that was free to move at all. All thought was blasted from his mind as white hot agony seared his flesh and bent his bones.
At last, the torment ended. He'd barely caught his breath before he was begging. "Please! PLEASE! You have what you-ARGH! FUCK, PLEASE! I'll do whatever you want! Just STOP!"
Goran smiled and looked at Ivan. "Let us try thirty seconds this time."
Ivan grinned. "Yes."
The knob was turned, and Bryce shrieked as his galvanized body strained against the metal bands trapping him against the bedframe.
"AHHHHH! AHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHH! AGH-AGGGHHHHHHHHH!"
TBC