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"Has he talked?"

"Not yet" was the answer to Mr. S, the 5'7" fat man in charge of the interrogation. He walked to within three feet of his victim, John Higgins, who was suspended by his wrists and stripped to his underwear. "Well, I guess you'll have to soften him up some more." Mr. S stepped aside and motioned to his lead henchman, Bruno, to continue the torture. Bruno had removed his shirt, revealing the hairy-barreled chest on his 5'8" frame. He waved over one of his cronies, who moved behind Higgins and secured him by holding the thighs while pressing into the victim's back with his shoulder.

Then Bruno went to work. He began methodically punching Higgins' belly with his meaty fists--first to the left of the navel then to the right. The pattern was continued a little lower each time, moving down towards the briefs, which had been lowered to just above the man's pubic hair. Higgins, held like a boxer's heavy bag, groaned and grunted with each devastating blow to his defenseless belly muscles. Bruno's powerful arms continued pounding the belly to a pulp for nearly three minutes before Mr. S interjected. "That's enough!"

Bruno and his helper stepped aside. As Higgins' legs were released he drew them up to his waist, trying to alleviate the pain. After he relaxed Mr. S approached.

"Bruno has worked up quite a sweat pounding on your belly, Mr. Higgins. Only you can stop this. Why don't you tell me the code and it will all stop."

"I don't know any codes," Higgins gasped.

"I know that you do and we will get it sooner or later. There's something you should know." Mr. S lightly placed his finger in Higgins' navel and slowly moved it down the man's fur trail as he continued. "Each torture is but a prelude and preparation for the next. Things are only going to get worse for you, so why don't you talk now and save us all the trouble?"

Higgins mustered all the saliva he could and spit directly in his tormentor's face. Mr. S calmly took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped away the spit. Then he gave the order.

"Strip him!"

Bruno grabbed Higgins' briefs and yanked down until they fell to the floor.

"Take him to the beam!"

The beam was just that, a standard balance beam used in gymnastics. Attached to either side on one end were two iron rings, which opened. Into these Higgins' ankles were placed and the rings were clamped shut. Then he was laid horizontally face up on the beam and his wrists locked into rings that were attached by chains leading to the floor. On the floor were cranks used to tighten the chains. Higgins' wrists were even with his head, causing his arms and shoulders to form a "U" shape. Bruno placed his fingers under the man's rib cage and pulled toward the end of the beam, stretching him lengthwise. Then two cronies tightened the chains from the floor, which pulled Higgins' arms down and caused his chest to rise into the air. Now his belly was stretched tightly and Mr. S approached.

"Now Mr. Higgins, look at your situation. Chained and helpless, stripped of everything, your entire body is at our mercy. Since I hate violence I won't ask Bruno what he plans to do to you. I find the whole thing too revolting. You could tell me the code and spare me all this."

"I wish I could get my hands around your fat throat," Higgins was defiant. "I'd show you some real violence."

"Very well Bruno, he's all yours. If he changes his mind, let me know." With that Mr. S left the room.

During this conversation Bruno had prepared the instrument of torture. It was a platform, underneath which were four 12 inch dowel rods. It was attached to a frame with rollers, which together formed a "C" shape. Bruno had wheeled the device under the beam causing the platform to rest just above Higgins' belly. A crank was turned and the platform began to lower. As it did the dowel rods soon were touching the victim, two on either side of his navel four inches apart, and two one inch below his navel. Bruno continued to turn the crank and the pressure grew. Higgins began to groan as the dowel rods ground into his belly muscles. Soon he was trying to draw up his legs, but his feet were firmly secured. His arms pulled on the chains and he arched his back trying to alleviate the pressure. But Bruno drove the rods deep into Higgins' belly. The poor helpless man groaned and grunted, writhing in agony. Bruno left the platform at that pressure to continue the torture. He got directly in Higgins' face and asked, "Will you talk?" No answer. "What is the code?"

"I...don't...know."

Bruno returned to the platform and turned the crank one more revolution. Now Higgins was screaming in pain. His feet were in a convulsive frenzy, toes curling forward and arching back. He tried to raise his chest and flatten his belly to avoid the punishing rods, but he was stretched too tightly. Finally Bruno raised the platform and stopped the torture. "That's enough for now. We'll let him think about it for awhile."

Higgins' chest was heaving as he tried to recover from the assault. He relaxed as best he could in his stretched position; soon all his thoughts were overtaken by the pain in his belly muscles. They had been beaten to a pulp with fists to make him more vulnerable to this torture. All he could feel was the piercing pain where the rods had been.

Soon out of the shadows four men approached clad only in underwear. They began to taunt and torment the man. One tugged at the hair under his armpits, another began to lightly pinch his nipples. Then the third pulled at the hair on his great toes, while a fourth tugged at the hair on his belly. Higgins struggled to raise his head to witness this torment. He groaned at the humiliation of it all, the thought of his whole body being at the mercy of these creeps. To make matters worse, he saw that they all had boners inside their shorts. "Get the hell away from me!"

"Does this mean you're ready to talk?" Bruno asked.

"There's nothing to say." Higgins groaned.

"Then we shall resume." Bruno returned to the platform as the cronies backed into the shadows. And again the rods drove into Higgins' belly. The same pressure eventually reached and again he was racked with pain. This would be the pattern for one solid hour. Five minutes of belly torture followed by five minutes of humiliation. Each time the question was asked Higgins replied with defiance or not at all. Mr. S entered the room and summoned Bruno.

"Have we made any progress?" he asked.

"He's gone from 'I don't know' to "You'll never break me', Bruno replied.

"So we're ready for the next stage." Mr. S walked to the beam and placed his hand on Higgins' belly. He slowly massaged the muscles and looked down on it with admiration.

"You are very strong Mr. Higgins, but I must tell you that you cannot win. You see, we have found that another effective method of extracting information is to attack a man's masculinity. Let me introduce you to my friend Martina. She has a certain fascination with a man's feet. You have fine manly feet Mr. Higgins and I'm sure Martina will enjoy exploiting them in their helpless state. Bruno, turn on the lights and bring her in."

Martina entered the room completely nude and set up shop at the end of the beam. She grabbed his toes and bent them back, arching his left foot. Taking a small-toothed metal comb she scraped the sole of his defenseless foot. Higgins looked up over his chest to see what was happening. He tried to jerk his foot away from this tickling sensation, but in vain. Martina then took four tiny alligator clips and placed them in between the toes of Higgins' right foot. The pain was minimal, and somehow the feeling was slightly erotic to him. Soon she was back at the left foot, bending back his toes and licking up and down the sole and in between his toes. Higgins fought the idea, but he felt slightly aroused.

Higgins looked up again to watch her working over his feet. He noticed at least six underwear clad men just standing against the wall, watching. He wondered what the hell they were doing. Soon his thoughts were interrupted.

"Next I want you to meet Gertrude. She loves working on men's nipples. She scoffs at the notion that only women like to have their nipples worshipped, and she's determined to disprove that idea."

Gertrude also was naked and quite voluptuous. She stood by Higgins' stretched out chest and laid a clamp on it. She lightly scraped his left nipple with her long fingernail, then placed and tightened the clamp on his right. Higgins pulled at the chains securing his wrists, flexing the muscles in his chest. He raised his head to witness her tormenting his stretched and defenseless nipples as they protruded high into the air. When he saw her beauty, coupled with the sensation in his nipples and Martina still working on his now saliva drenched feet, his arousal grew. He tried to change his train of thought, but it was too late. He started to become erect. Gertrude began to work on his left nipple with her lips and tongue, causing his erection to become total. His penis rose and flipped over onto his belly.

"Mr. Higgins I have another friend named Juliette. She's heard of the terrible things we've been doing to your belly, and since that's what she admires most in a man, she's coming to comfort you."

Juliette entered sans clothing and ran to Higgins' belly. She immediately began kissing and licking it. "You poor man," she moaned. "What have they been doing to your powerful belly? Why don't you tell them what they want to know and stop this madness? I can't bear to see you suffer like this."

Higgins' penis was now rock-hard. Juliette had to hold it aside to continue worshipping his belly. Pre-cum had oozed into his navel and she eagerly lapped it up. Her soft hand clutching his dick was driving him crazy. Meanwhile Martina and Gertrude were working hard on the body parts they loved.

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