Mushi Music’s Magic Menagerie

Upon regaining consciousness, Petyr thought he had died and gone to heaven. His vision was swirling with images of beautiful women, all beckoning him with come-hither eyes. His eyes must have turned into kaleidoscopes; images of the women spiraled into the distance as far as he could see. He tried to skip over to the gorgeous ladies, but his arms were yanked back before he could finish his first hop.
Suddenly, the dreamy visions faded into a much harsher reality. Metal shackles adorned Petyr’s wrists, attaching him securely to sturdy rings in a solid, stone wall. The rings were located at shoulder height, holding his arms at ninety-degrees to his body.
The infinite expanse of spiraling beauty had settled down, congealing into seven seductive bodies. Petyr recognized them at once and knew that they were not the women of his dreams; they were the cougars of his nightmares.
The tallest, most clothed woman stepped closer. She was wearing a red latex dress that stopped short halfway down her thighs. The neckline dipped low, down to her waist exposing her ample cleavage. Her bosom might have fallen out, but six small buckles, evenly spaced, attached the sides of the neckline. Black combat boots with two-inch heels gave her an exceedingly overwhelming air of authority.
“Vell, vell, look who has voken up. Is naptime over, my little raccoon dog? Are you ready to play vith me?”
The Dom Com, sometimes called the Himalayan Minx, had caught Petyr at last. Little was known about this voluptuous woman, other than her penchant for wearing latex, her Eurasian origin, and her extremely sadistic tendencies. Her objective in Anonymous was not winning the game but, instead, forcing others to lose. Nothing satisfied her like breaking an opponent’s will, cracking them like a raw egg. She used an encyclopedic knowledge torturing techniques to interrogate her captives. If she could discover their names, she would disqualify them from the competition. Her tactics were quick and dirty, much like the woman herself.
The Minx had been tracking Petyr for almost nine months. Apparently, she had become obsessed with him due to their common Eurasian heritage. It was a strange link, but apparently enough to inspire her worldwide manhunt. Petyr didn’t bother trying to understand the woman; he focused on avoiding her at all costs. It had been at least three months since they last had an encounter. Petyr realized he must have been unconscious a long while for her to catch up to him so easily.
Oh no…the briefcase…my mission…
His thoughts must have shown on his face, because the Dom Com walked over and pinched his cheek.
“No, no. Ve can’t have you being so unhappy. You have such a pretty face. Look, I vant you to meet somebody.”
Her personal bodyguards, the Succubus Six, were scattered about the room in various states of undress. Each of the Six had her number tattooed on a very visible patch of skin. The Dom Com obviously enjoyed showing off her menagerie.
She walked over to Number 3 and began stroking her short blonde hair.
“Dis vun is new since ve last met. She vas a player, just like you, until I learned her name. Now, rather than be diskvalified, she became my henchman. Much prettier than the old Number 3, yes?”

Peter knew how this charade would play out. His years of training had prepared him for torture situations just like this one. He could avoid telling the mistress anything equally as long as she could keep torturing him. His mind was a locked steel vise and pain was not the key to opening it. His future held endless days of pain with no respite in sight. The Dom Com would work him hard a couple of days, before seeing his resilient nature shine through. Then she and the Succubus Six would take turns torturing him, each working a different day of the week. This would probably continue until he was dead or rescued.
Unfortunately, Petyr also knew what the Minotaur was planning. His boss wouldn’t be sending any rescue attempts. Failing his mission left Petyr as good as dead in the Minotaur’s eyes. If by some stroke of genius Petyr managed to escape, he would no longer be welcome in the Minotaur’s circle. He would most likely be blacklisted to prevent him from joining any other syndicates, either.
There was only one option available to him.
“Yes, Miss Com? My name is Petyr Dmitriev and I’d like to go home now.”