Taken and Interrogated 2

Enemy spy Vanessa Vega keeps Jimmy Broadway hanging. Slaps his ass crimson with a leather slapper, but the stubborn bastard won’t cough up the codes. She orders him into a tight steel cage and cracks the yardstick across his outstretched fingers until he howls. He drops to the floor when she commands and drags his tongue over her boots, tasting the steel toes. Still no codes. Vanessa steps behind him, grabs his wrists, and locks them inside the most vicious little torture she owns—a set of adjustable leather mitts she slowly tightens around each finger. Joints stretch. Knuckles grind. The pain comes in steady, crushing pulses. Jimmy’s breathing turns ragged, sweat sliding down his face, but he’s still not giving her what she wants.