(based on some of SparkieShock's artwork) "Sami, Sami, Sami...the Master is SO disappointed in you." Daniel admonished with a cruel smile tugging at his lips. He turned the crank and widened the stirrups on the metal chair, spreading the prisoner's thighs a bit more. Sami raised his head and shook his sweat-dampened, blue-dyed hair from his eyes. "Pl-please, I don't—" Daniel touched the tazer to the copper-lined box at the edge of the chair that trapped Sami's huge testicles. Electric current lanced through the cold metal and arced through the vulnerable orbs. "AAHHH! AHHH! AGGHHHHH!" Sami's screams echoed off the thick walls of the interrogation chamber. "AHHHH! AAAGGGHHHHHKKK!" "Your lies are pathetic, Sami," Daniel spat. "We know you're the one who organized the underground railroad. All those pain slaves you helped disappear? Did you think we wouldn't notice?" "I didn't!...

Classified US Navy Incident (Real names have been redacted.) Lieutenant Commander T, US Navy, blinked as he regained consciousness. The last thing he remembered was going back to his hotel room after the conference and smelling something sickeningly sweet. Then, everything had gone black. As his vision came into focus, he realized two things: he was no longer in the hotel room that had been assigned to him, and he was completely naked on a metal table. Moving wasn’t an option. His feet were locked into a set of stirrups at the end of the table, and his wrists were secured to the sides by heavy leather straps. Another strap was pulled tightly against the lowest rung of his abs, holding him against the table top and pressing his pelvis flat against the freezing cold surface. Before he could evaluate his predicament any further, a bright white light switched on directly overhead, blinding him. “Good evening, Commander,” a voice said from somewhere out of his sight. T turned hi...