From the depths of the cellar Special Agent Whiplash hoists the informant up to Special Agent Bella and Special Agent Hunter in a steel cage. He is barely half way up when the two Special Agents begin hurling and laughing at his pathetic state. Slipping the nipple clamps on him they goad him and let him know that they broke his accomplice in the interrogation before him and that he will suffer a much worse fate unless he speaks. He must be disorientated as his blubbering answers are incoherent. Not happy with his conduct, the two Special Agents tie him up to the whipping bench to take thing...

From the depths of the cellar Special Agent Whiplash hoists the informant up to Special Agent Bella and Special Agent Hunter in a steel cage. He is barely half way up when the two Special Agents begin hurling and laughing at his pathetic state. Slipping the nipple clamps on him they goad him and let him know that they broke his accomplice in the interrogation before him and that he will suffer a much worse fate unless he speaks. He must be disorientated as his blubbering answers are incoherent. Not happy with his conduct, the two Special Agents tie him up to the whipping bench to take things up a notch. Once the little maggot is firmly bound into the whipping bench, our two Special Agents waste no time in flogging his naked, pathetic backside. Getting their floggers out, they circle him while they whip him, getting more frenzied by the minute. When he gets threatened with Special Agent Hunter’s cane, he gives them the name “Reid” but is reluctant to say more. But now that the informant has finally given the two Special Agents a name, he is marched into the house with his other trembling subspecies accomplice. With both subspecies genuinely disorientated, the two Special Agents run a report on the intel they’ve been given. Incredibly, all of the information checks out and with one final rant, the two of them are left to meet their fate.