Samson Jones cursed himself for his carelessness. He had blundered into the trap in the underground corridor of the suspected slave trader Kwan Lee, and now he found himself a helpless prisoner, facing brutal Torture.
His training as an agent of the “Multinational Undercover Security and Covert Law Enforcement” agency, better known as M.U.S.C.L.E. should have prepared him, but his natural impulses and inclination towards rushing into a situation had gotten the better of him. Now he found himself a captive of the slavers!
His massive ebony body had been stripped to the waist, displaying his almost inhuman muscular development as he knelt on the sands or Kwan’s tropical island headquarters. He was bent backwards, exposing his massive chest and rock-like abs to the full rays of the Equatorial sun, his Ebony body gleaming with sweat. His ankles and wrists were shackled together inside a thick steel box that has supported by posts driven deeply into the ground. He could not move his hands more then a quarter inch inside the box, locked as they were to the solid steel shackles around his ankles. The muscles in his thick shoulders bulged and rippled as he struggled, but it was no use.
“So, Agent Jones, you seem to have gotten yourself into a precarious situation!” came the mocking voice of Kwan Lee himself, as he strode across the burning sands towards Samson’s helpless body.
“And here I thought that M.U.S.C.L.E. Agents were better trained then that! What a pity…”
“Sadly, you will not be able to report your failure to your superiors, as you shall not be leaving the island…at least not as a free man. I have several clients who will pay handsomely for a muscled specimen of manhood such as yourself. Of course, we will have to break you of your training and reprogram you to become a willing slave, and the best way of doing that is through intense Torture.”
Samson just stared at his captor. “M.U.S.C.L.E. Agents are conditioned and trained to endure extreme torture, so do your worst, Kwan!” he sneered.
“Oh, rest assured, we will. And now just for a very slight example of what you shall endure, here are a couple of my favorite toys. They are called Spiders, and they LOVE to bite.”
He held up two small metallic objects that in fact looked exactly like spiders with long, curved legs, each one ending in a thin needle. Kwan leaned in and held one of the spiders against Samson’s chest, directly above his right nipple. Giving Samson a mocking grin, he pushed a small button on the back of the spider. Instantly, the multiple legs snapped downwards, impaling the needles into Samson’s chest, surrounding his thick black nipple!
“UURRGGGHHH!!” groaned Samson as his chest was pierced.
Kwan merely grinned as Samson’s muscles bulged and heaved at the burst pf pain. Holding out the other spider, he repeated the torture on Samson’s left nipple. When he was done, Samson could only writhe as the pain burned into his pecs.
“One other thing, my friend…” purred Kwan, “The chains hanging down from the spiders, and indeed the spiders themselves are a special highly conductive alloy I have developed. They will collect the heat from the sun, and slowly bake your pecs and perhaps even burn your nipples off altogether. But hopefully, I won’t have to do that, since that would lower your value on the slave market. I’ll be back in several hours to see how you are doing, my friend!”
Smiling unpleasantly down at his helpless, muscled captive, Kwan turned and walked away, leaving Samson bound on his knees, his muscles already dripping with sweat, groaning as the heat began to build in his pecs and tits.
Samson knew that he was in deep trouble…