Sorry to have kept everyone waiting nearly a year! I'm officially ready to get this started. Hopefully the prologue was a good indicator of things to come. Maybe.
Somewhere in 20XX, in a classified location, a blindfolded man sits in a chair with his arms tied behind his back. Unfortunately for him, the operatives of whatever organization this was had what was essentially - dogs trained to torture the tortures. He waited in fear for what would happen next.
"I'm sorry," he said through gritted teeth. "Please don't kill me."
The operatives looked at each other and then turned their attention to another.
"Get the dogs."
The operative quickly grabs his phone and dial the number that was on it. It rings several times before he hears a voice answer.
"Bring the dogs. It's time to make him talk."
"What? I don't have time to deal with your k-ddie p-rn shit right now. I've got-"
He hangs up and throws it at the wall.
"Dammit, I'll go get themself. Stay here and watch him. Make sure that he doesn't move or take the blindfold off."
He runs into the hallway and sees several agents looking in your direction. They look concerned and start running towards him.
"I've got this."
He goes and finds the dogs to bring them back for the torture. He goes into one of the storage rooms and finds several cages with vicious beasts inside. He opens the cage and grabs the two largest he can find and pulls them back.
"Yes, yes, yes... you boys are about to have a good time..."
The operative goes back to the torture room with the two dogs. The man screams in agony for several minutes once he hears the dogs barking, as he knows what is about to happen. The other operatives left his body torn up, busted, and bleeding out onto the floor while he was away. The man looks around with tears falling out of the blindfold.
"Please... just end it..." he begs.
"Oh... it's just beginning."
The operative grabs a ball-peen hammer and begins smashing the man's hands, shattering several fingers. The screams get higher and higher as he smashes the hammer into his hands, drawing blood. The operative kicks over the chair with him in it as he screams, and he bashes his face in, breaking his nose and sending him into an almost stupor state. He drops the hammer and continues punching and kicking him to draw out more screams.
"Hold his arms, guys!"
The operative grabs a set of zip ties and they begin binding the man's arms behind his back. They finally are able to tie him up, and they put the man with the other two torturees they brought in.
The other operatives leave the main one alone and leave him to handle the dogs now... and give them their "reward". He pulls their pants down and bends them over. He pulls down their pants and immediately prepares to let the dogs penetrate them with their doggyhood. He hears a noise and the door opens.
"What the fuck are you doing in here?" the woman at the door asks.
"What does it fucking look like?"
The woman looks offended.
"What? I was just asking a question! What's going-"
The dogs immediately turn towards her and begin growling, as does him.
"Get out of here!"