Password by SD Part 1 It had been frustrating day spent in meetings that went nowhere, and it was shaping up as an equally frustrating night. There was nothing to do at night in this quiet northern California town. The hotel was nearly empty - how many people could there be who wanted to come to this place - and wasn't even equipped for PCs, so Patricia couldn't read her email or access her favorite BBS. Oh, well, she'd go to bed early and get an early start tomorrow. She could be home in a few hours if she got out of here early and beat the traffic to the airport in SF. She'd told the office she would be here for a few days, but one day of being kept waiting for meetings in which no one said anything was enough to convince her this trip was a waste of time. She had no idea why they'd invited her up here; they obviously weren't interested in her firm's services. She'd tried to place a call to the office to say she'd be leaving tomorrow, but the switchboard kept telling her the lines were busy. If she found her subordinates were calling the WHIP line again, they'd get all the punishment they could ever want. She'd turn in now; glancing out the window at the darkened stores and empty streets, it looked like everyone else in town was already in bed. She was startled out of her dream to find her a towel over her nose and mouth, then she descended into darkness. She awakened in what seemed to be the office of a kinky gynecologist. Not that she could see much of it. There were bright, hot lights to either side of and above her head, and the blinding white light was about all she could see. It was too bright to bear so she closed her eyes. What made it seem a gy's office was that she was in stirrups, but this was the first time she'd had her ankles strapped into them. Patricia was laying naked on a table with her feet up and locked and straps across her waist and chest. The strap across her waist had additions to it for her wrists; she tried pulling her hands out, but they were buckled too tightly. She tried to shake the stirrups loose and to move the straps, but nothing gave. She wasn't getting out of this until whoever put her here chose to release her. "Nice to see you're awake, Ms.V" came from someplace near her; she opened her eyes but could still see nothing so she closed them again. "Who are you and what do you think you're doing ? Don't you know this is kidnapping ?" she said. "Who I am is not important, I think I'm conducting an interrogation, and yes, I know this is a kidnapping. I'm hoping you'll be sensible so it doesn't become something worse". "An interrogation ? What is it that I might know that anyone would want to interrogate me ? You must have mistaken me for someone else, please let me go. I won't tell anyone about this." "That's correct, you won't. But you're not correct about the mistake, or about you not knowing anything valuable. A certain LA businessman of your aquaintance was playing a game with you and a Master you know well. This game involved torturing him until he revealed a certain password. The password he plaoed in an envelop to have beaten out of him was, foolishly, a genuine password, one that permits access to a large fund he manages. The Master destroyed the envelope after your friend gave up the password, but both the Master and you heard it. The Master cannot be located at this time; should the businessman disappear or be found dead the password would surely be changed. This means that you are the only source for a bit of data worth tens of millions of dollars, and you are going to tell us what it is. If you are smart you'll tell me now and spare yourself any further discomfort, if not, ... you'll still tell me". "Yeah, well what happens if I do tell you ?", the victim asked. "I can see you realize that you would be a loose end that could cost us millions should you talk. Obviously we can't release you. But don't worry, we aren't going to kill you. We have made arrangements with a special house in Bancock to deliver you there. They offer discrete services to men who like a helpless victim. In a couple years we'll have siphoned enough money out of the fund, untraceably, to all retire wealthy. All you have to do is survive two years of daily torture and sexual service and you'll be free". Sure, she thought. If they're telling the truth, and if I survive in that hellhole for two whole years, and if they're successful, and if they remember to make a call, and if the bordello will surrender an asset, then I'll be free. Chance of all that is about zero. I've got to hold out till a can find a way out of this, she thought. "Well, Ms. V, what do you say ?" "Look, when I'm in a scene I'm pretty distracted, I wouldn't notice or remember a word of what was said". "For both our sakes, dear lady, I hope you're lying. Fortunately, we have time to find out. Your foolish friend is on vacation, and you're not expected back for several days. This gives us plenty of time to play before we must have the password". "First let's make certain you're going into this with your pretty eyes open", her tormentor said as he pulled Patricia's left eye open and clamped it up, then did the same to her right, subjecting her hazel eyes to the painfully bright lights. The appliance fitted about her head to hold the clamps also had two thin tubes, which started dripping into her eyes. "Just a saline solution very close to human tears. There'll be a drip in an alternating eye each ten seconds. We don't want your eyeballs to dry out. You WILL be blind if you look into this light too long, but that will take a while, and I'm sure you'll come around before then. I hope you do realize that neither your value to us nor your value to your new home-to-be is dependent on your retaining your vision. They might even prefer a blind victim that none of their American guests need worry will someday identify them. I hope you see the light before your obstinance does any lasting damage to your vision". "I always like to start with the old standbys", he said as he brought out a couple nasty alligator clamps. He fingered Patricia's nipples till they stood up some more, then applied the clamps to her nipples. She gasped and shuddered as the teeth bit into her sensitive flesh. He then applied clothes pins liberally to her breasts and belly and sides and down to her buttocks and thighs. He attached a device containing a pair of large, tight chrome clamps with serrated edges onto the table, then fastened one clamp onto each pussy lip, wringing a cry from her other lips. He then spread her labia and began fingering her, gently caressing her clitoris, slowly, rhythmicly, with gradually increasing speed and pressure. Her hips were one of the few parts of Patricia's body that still had any range of motion, and as he continued manipulating her, she began to moan and her hips began to grind. Doing so stretched her labia in their clamps, but she couldn't help trying to increase the friction on her clit. "OOOO - PLEASE - AHHHH", she said, despite her best efforts to resist her growing excitement. "We could have so much fun if you'd just say the word, Patricia. There are a great many ways I could make you happy, if you'd just cooperate. But if you won't, there are many more ways to make scream", he said as he released her clitoris and grasped and twisted a nipple clamp. "ARGH - OOOO - GOD - IIIEEEE - PLEASE -AAAAA - STOP - OHH - PLEASE STOP - AAAAA". "I can make you say the same things in many ways. I'd so much rather do it with pleasure than pain. Tell me the password, Patricia. Please tell me, you can't think I enjoy doing this to you". "To hell you don't". "Heh, you're right, I do enjoy hurting you, dear. I can go on doing this all night. Can you hold out as long ?". He had the other clamp now and was twisting both and she was screaming and crying and madly bucking against the unyielding restraints. "PLEASE STOP PLEASE I'LL FUCK I'LL SUCK OH GOD NO PLEASE STOP I'LL MAKE YOU SO HAPPY PLEEESE I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE ! OH GOD THEY'RE BLEEDING - YOU'RE RIPPING THEM OFF ! YOU'RE KILL ME - UGHH ! I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT ME TO !" "I WANT YOU TO TELL ME THE PASSWORD !" "I DON'T KNOW IT, I SWEAR TO GOD I DON'T KNOW IT, I'D TELL YOU IF I COULD, OH GOD I WISH I COULD". He stopped twisting her nipples. "I don't believe you, Ms. V, but you're right, if I keep this up your nips will be torn off, and I have other uses for them". He removed the clamps and the increased blood flow in her bruised and bleeding nipples made the pain even worse. As she lay sobbing quietly, he stepped away and opened a cabinet, the sound filling her with dread as she imagined so many dire instruments that he might be withdrawing. When he returned, it was with a bottle of antipseptic and an astrigent cream. He grasped her bloodied right nipple and opened the wound as far as possible and poured the antiseptic directly into it, making her gasp, and repeated the process on her left nipple, bringing a yelp. He then rubbed the burning astringent cream into her nipples. "Well, how do you feel so far, Ms. V ? I'll let you think over your position a bit. No matter what happens, you're going to be held here for a few days before we ship you overseas. We can have a lot of fun before you become a part of "the scene" that's part of "the life". Or I can spend that time hurting you. If I haven't made you talk by then, we'll know you don't know what the password is, and you'll still go overseas. We've already accepted the payment for you, and we won't give it back, not if that's all we're going to make from this affair. It won't bother them if you show up somewhat the worse for wear. By the way, in case you've any thoughts that it would be better to hang tough and die here than to go overseas: you're probably right, it would be. But it won't happen; it's not an option. YOU HAVE NO OPTIONS. You can resist and struggle and give me grief, and cause yourself a lot of avoidable pain, but in the end your fate will be the same no matter what you do". With that he removed the reminder of the clamps and pins from Patricia's body, allowing the resumption of the blood flow return pain to parts that had been approaching blissful numbness, and left her to her thoughts. She lay there trembling despite the heat and sweating as she shivered. The eye drips seemed a pointless effort, as so many tears had come from her burning eyes and so much sweat had poured into them that there was little prospect of them drying out. She lay there and tried franticly to think of some way out of this, but could see none. She lay there and remembered every device she had ever felt, or seen, or heard of, and imagined each of them was waiting beyond the white wall that filled her eyes. She lay immobile and helpless and imagined unimaginable pain. Her heart was pounding and the fear ate away a cold hollow space in her stomach, but her chest was hot and her loins were throbbing. Her mouth was bone dry while her crotch was moist, not entirely from perspiration. Feelings of dread and desire and expectations of pain and pleasure intermingled, and time seemed to slow as she waited for the session to resume.