Tortured

A Fifth Season Story... To date I have written over eighty stories and I suppose this one was inevitable...

Tortured

by Lynn

The sounds of evil laughter hung over him in the dark laboratory as Lee Crane tested the strength of the restraints holding him to the cold table. His shirt had been stripped off and was currently lying in the corner in a heap as an IV was attached through a port at the inside bend of his elbow. His legs were strapped tightly to the table as was his hands, chest and arms. Even a strap kept his head firmly in place as the evil scientist prepared the hypo while his Nemesis stood in the dark corner smoking from an extra-long filter.

“You wish to reconsider Captain Crane?” he said in a suave, sophisticated voice that reeked of false civility. Lee knew he was as barbaric as they came and he didn't relish what the Frankenstein type doctor was going to do to him, but there was no way he'd betray his Grey Lady.

“You'll get nothing from me!” Lee declared, as much to convince himself as his abductor.

This had started out as a nice night out on the town with this wife. He was snagged when she went to the ladies room and as far as he knew she was safe from their clutches; the only reason he left quietly when the gun was shoved into his side at the dinner table. Once outside he was thrown into a waiting sedan as a needle was shoved into his arm and a strong sedative had him out for the count. He woke up on the table watching the evil scientist scurry around the room like a rat about ready to feast on its scavenged prey.

“I think you'll change your mind once Dr. Steinberg injects you,” his abductor suggested with an eerie chuckle as the doctor raised the vial and loaded his hypodermic needle, expelling a golden liquid out the top and tapping the bubbles out.

“Don't you want to know what it is?” his Nemesis inquired.

“I'm sure you're going to tell me anyways,” Lee countered.

The man stepped out of the shadows, his bald head glistening under the lab lights illuminating the table as he moved closer. Lee's head was strapped firmly in place but he strained his eyes to see the man he had already guessed was behind all this. Gamma.

“Why don't you tell him Steinberg,” Gamma encouraged.

“It's an extremely potent hallucinogenic that will bring out your darkest fears, yours greatest pain, and your worst nightmares,” he said in a perfect Peter Lorre imitation complete with the nasal accent of the best of the best B-Horror movie flicks of his childhood.

Lee pursed his lips, unwilling to allow Gamma the pleasure of watching him break under the expected psychological torture they were about to engage in.

“Yes, Captain Crane. I'm not going to torture you... I'm going to let your own mind do it for me, unless of course you want to save us all the time and spare yourself the grief?” Gamma offered in a conciliatory overture.

“Never,” Lee replied resolutely.

“Come now Captain, are Seaview's Command Codes that important?” Gamma laughed at his own question knowing that with the codes he could shutout the computers on board, obviously his first step in a plan to hijack the vessel. The codes had been installed the last time a crazy megalomaniac had gotten the idea to steal the nuclear ladened vessel for his evil world-wide domination scheme. The Admiral had had enough. Every shift change now required a password at the stations, but the entire system could be shut down or initiated with the Captain's password.

“I won't betray my Boat,” Lee promised.

“We shall see about that,” Gamma said stepping back into the shadows as he blew a puff of smoke that hung over the table Lee was strapped on; the smell of nicotine reminding him that his tormentor was near.

“Proceed Dr. Steinberg,” Gamma instructed as the scientist smiled a one-sided disturbing grin with a twitch in his cheek indicating that the evil scientist wasn't “all-there”.

He inserted the needle into the port as Lee felt the drug race up his arm, to his heart and disseminate throughout his body in a heatwave causing grunts as his body reflexively fought the restraints. His breathing increased with the pain as his hands tightened into a fist while his body convulsed on the table. A leather strap was shoved into his mouth, no doubt keeping him from biting off his own tongue.

“Mustn't have that as he wouldn't be able to share his secrets,” he heard Gamma say sarcastically.

The pain continued even as the convulsions stopped and the nightmare began...

Lee was lying in bed caressing his beautiful wife having just had a fantastic love-making session that still had him breathing hard. She leaned over and kissed him as she climbed over his hips, stopping to sit astride him for a moment and giggling at his “reaction” then leaned down for a kiss.

“I'll go fix some coffee. Don't lay there too long or you'll be late for work,” she said as he watched her pull a robe over her naked body. He smiled satisfied with pleasure and his Lady Love as she leaned over for one more kiss.

Lee lay on the bed, soaking in the last few minutes of rest before he would start his busy day at the Institute. He sighed and sat up simultaneously pulling the sheets off his legs, his lounge pants had been shed some time in the night and he and Bri certainly hadn't needed them this morning. As he stood he heard something in the closet, it was definitely not right. He reached for the nightstand and quietly pulled the drawer open pulling out his .38 Special, his choice of weapon for home protection.

But before he could bring it to bear on the source of the sound the closet door burst open as Sabrina Meadows hopped out; blond, beautiful and wearing a knock-out lady-in-red cocktail dress with spaghetti shoulder straps and a slit up the thigh that made him gulp.

“Sabrina!” he almost yelled and then pulled it back into a whisper, not wanting to bring Brianna up the stairs.

“Oooh Lee, I see you're still the stud I remember,” she said waggling her eyebrows as Lee reached for his lounge pants in a hurry.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded sliding them over his hips.

“Do you like the dress? Remember you bought it for me,” she said running her hands down the sides of her body to accentuate her very pleasing curves.

This couldn't be happening, Lee thought desperately trying to figure a way to get the sexy super spy out of his room without his wife seeing.

Sabrina tossed a pair of bikini speedo briefs at Lee and raised an eyebrow. “Now it's my turn,” she said with a grin. “Let's do a photo shoot!”

Lee dropped the speedos as if they were on fire.

“You're right Lee, who needs the swim suit?” she smiled as Lee ran a frustrated hand over his face.

“Oh Lee-ee,” he heard in a sing-song voice as he spun quickly to see Felicia Davenport standing in the black, silky dress that hung on her body delightfully with a plunging cleavage that wouldn't stop and a slit up her leg that begged a touch.

“Felicia!” he said airily.

No, no, no, this couldn't be happening. He was a happily married man! he thought petrified, but the sweet ONI Agent had cared for him, kissed his boo-boos and he really couldn't help noticing how hot she was.

“How about an exclusive?” he heard as Jillian Weatherby appeared in her hot pink string bikini waggling a bottle of sunscreen in front of her then reached behind her back, tugged the string, and released the bathing suit top...

“No Jill!” he begged running to her back and retying her bikini top in place.

“But Lee, I don't want a bikini line,” she said tilting her blond head and pulling her note pad and pencil out. “Unless of course you want to give me another exclusive,” she said biting her lip and remembering the last exclusive he gave her in Acapulco.

Lee ran an exasperated hand through his dark hair.

“Honey,” he heard Brianna call from below. “Are you on the phone? I hear you talking to someone up there.”

His eyes got as round as saucers trying to figure out how he was going to explain the three beautiful women standing seductively in their bedroom, and each looking as deliciously sweet as the first time they had... well uh... you know.

“Uh... No Bri. Don't bother coming up, I'll be down in a minute,” he yelled down frantically willing the ladies to cooperate and go back to where ever they had come from...

Lee's head fought the restraints as the scientist pulled the leather strap from his mouth at which point Lee screamed in terror.

“Very good Doctor,” Gamma said approvingly. “I wonder what terrible, fiendish nightmare he's caught in,” he pondered sadistically.

“Crane,” Gamma said leaning over only inches from his face. “Are you ready to talk?”

“No,” was all Lee could whisper out as he mustered his strength to endure his worst nightmare.

“Hello Lee,” Lee spun to see the latest entry in the Babe Fest he was currently lost in. There he saw the beautiful Asian spy, Moana wearing nothing but a white shirt that was left unbuttoned, her body as inviting as it was that day on the derelict ship.

“It was fantastic, Lee,” she said with an innocent smile that grew as her eyes twinkled. “Let's do it again!” she finished walking up to Lee and reaching up for a kiss.

“I can't Moana, I'm married now,” he explained even as she caressed his bare back, just like she did before they engaged in some pretty hot escapades even though he was recovering from a nasty drug that nearly left him catatonic.

Lee removed her hands and stepped back. “Ladies... you'll all have to leave...”

“Hello Lee.”

No, no, no, Lee thought frantically as the Princess of Sambrini appeared wearing her silken robe with pink faux fur along the seams and raising an eyebrow at the young blood in the room as she was in her fifties... still mighty sexy mind you... come on Crane focus! he reminded himself.

“Listen, it was an ONI job and I let her seduce me but we didn't do anything!” he tried to explain before he was interrupted again.

“Oh Lee. Remember me? I'm ready for that hot date.”

Lee sighed heavily. Melanie Ross stood in her hot pink mini-skirt, dressed to kill and sporting all the curves of the aerobics instructor she was.

“Wait a minute, you're a bad girl and we didn't even get to roll in the hay before your boyfriend showed up and beat me to a bloody pulp!” Lee protested.

“Oh but we wanted each other soooo badly,” she cooed as the other ladies in the room crossed their arms and tapped their toes at the latest new comer to the party... My gosh how many were there? one asked silently.

Suddenly the room was filled with the festive drum beats of the Polynesian nature as two beautiful native girls in very short sarongs and leis appeared, UH Humm... Lee cleared his throat as the two native beauties appeared sans any upper coverings other than the leis lying gently across their bare breasts.

“What are you two doing here?” he all but screamed and then turned to the other women. “I almost died and they nursed me back to health...” he tried to explain to the other ladies who giggled at his explanation as one of the island girls held up a sarong for Lee to don in a “for old time’s sakes” move.

“Lee,” the sultry voice of Dr. Sidney Holmes called as Lee turned to face her. Her hair was mussed from the intense make-out session they had in Ruiz' prison cell.

“I still have a few hair pins left in my hair,” she said enticing him back for more as Lee shook his head, not tempted by this one in the least.

The exotic sounds of drums and rhythmic sticks tapping out a hot sultry beat permeated the room as Maria sauntered over to him.

“Now that's not fair!” Lee protested. “I was possessed by a dead U-Boat Captain in heat! It wasn't my fault!” he explained to the other ladies.

“But you enjoyed yourself,” Maria said in an airy seductive voice as her wild island girl hair bounded across her bare shoulder.

“Hell yes! But it wasn't like I was in control,” he explained with hands out and palms up.

All of the sudden the door opened as Brianna walked into the crowded room with a tray of coffee and two mugs. The tray hit the floor as she screamed at the sight of the beauty queens surrounding Lee, each trying to get a piece of the handsome hunk as the Willie Nelson/Julio Iglesias song “To All the Girls I Loved Before” blared in the background fiendishly.

“No!” Lee screamed, trying to toss his head side to side but hampered by the strap set firmly in place over his head.

“I don't know what terrible nightmare you've concocted Dr. Steinberg but it's marvelous!” Gamma said in victory and then leaned over.

“Now Captain Crane... the Command Codes. All you have to do is give me the Command Codes and you'll get the antidote,” he explained soothingly.

...Antidote? Did I hear that right? Lee asked himself as he tore himself from the hellish nightmare of all his past loves in the same room with his wife!

Lee took time to test the straps holding his wrists down and felt the coldness of the table under him, it was all coming back. He was in Gamma's lair, under the special care of a mad-scientist and his drug. None of this was real!

Lee smiled and retreated back to his nightmare... as he stood in his bedroom with the groping hands of his past loves still roaming freely while Brianna had recovered and was now standing in the doorway tapping her foot with her arms crossed in front of her. One by one the ladies disappeared with the sounds of petulant jilted lovers and pouty lips showing their displeasure as they were summarily dismissed from the love chamber until Lee stood there alone facing Brianna with all the boyish charm and innocence he could possible render in his sexy bedroom eyes. Brianna walked up to her husband and pulled him by a firm hold of the elastic waist of his lounge pants closer to her body and planted a long sexy kiss on his lips in a “To the Victor goes the Spoils” move as she languished Lee; the ladies of Lee's past put firmly in the past as he had fessed up about them long ago along with a few others, and not intimidated in the least as she knew she had snagged Lee Crane's heart for good.

“You idiot!” Gamma screamed. “He's beaten the drug! Whatever terrors were in his dreams have been slain like dragons!” he continued as the mad scientists shrugged his shoulders and cowered in the corner fearful of his failure to break Crane.

* * * * *

“Lee? Lee?” Brianna said shaking her husband awake.

“Honey are you alright?” she asked as he sat up in bed and took stock of his surroundings; not a cold dark laboratory in the hands of his evil nemesis Gamma, but in his own bed.

“Sounds like you were having some dream. That's it... no more pizza at two in the morning!” Brianna declared with a grin as Lee laughed and pulled her close in a snuggle that quickly turned to more exciting activities as he demonstrated his unwavering devotion and dedication to the love of his life... and the only woman he ever wanted to warm both his bed and his heart... forevermore.

The End

Tortured

Author's Notes: Oh dear. Chalk it up to being in between stories and having a bit of fun along the way!

Lee's Ladies in their order of appearance and their stories:

Brianna Crane – See The Rookie and the entire 5^th Season Series

Sabrina Meadows - See the entire Sabrina Meadows series starting with Compromised

Felicia Davenport – Duty's Reward

Jillian Weatherby – When Duty Calls

Moana – Shanghaied

The Princess of Sambrini – The Princess of Sambrini

Melanie Ross – Showdown in the High Sierras

Native Girls -– The King's Prizes

Dr. Sidney Holmes – Where the Gentle Beasts Lead

Maria – The Pit (from Return of the Phantom)

To All the Girls I Loved Before: In case you haven't heard it ; ) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVq0ONrSH-Q

Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea and her main characters belong to Irwin Allen