While I was lying on my stomach after that brutal butt-fucking, I heard the basement door open. "Hello Igor," I heard Crystal as she introduced the leader of this clandestine operation. The man had a thick Eastern European accent.

"Is this the spy?" Rachel spoke up. "We checked him out. There really is a Peter Sanders working the same newspaper he claims to be working for."

"Yeah but you know creditules can be faked." I felt a hand grab me by the hair and yank my head up. "Do you take us for fools, dickhead!"

I cringed from the pull on my scalp. "I don't work for the CIA!" ....SLAP! My face burned, "Don't argue with me dickhead!"

Then he released his grip. "Tie him to the chair!" When the two strong ladies untied me, Jake forced me into a straight back chair with no bottom. My hands and feet were tied tightly to the arms and legs.

This gave me my first good look at Igor. He had a scar on his face, stood about 5"9', stocky building with muscles on top of muscles.

"Now let's try this one more time. We think you and your girlfriend are fucking CIA spies!" I denied it. ....Punch!

My lights went out, a bucket of water was splashed on my face. ...."Spies!"...."NOO!" ....Punch...Lights out....splash

"We can keep this up all night Mr Sanders!" A punch to my stomach whooshed the wind out of me. "Mr Sanders is starting to piss me off....Punch!....Lights out.