The Lore of Punishment Island
Asian Avengers Ordeal
part 1
by Skytower
The cell was not a comfortable place. It was five feet wide. There was no window. Air was pumped in through a vent in the ceiling fifty feet above the floor. The air was forced down through a web of lasers that warmed it, but left it stale with a harsh tinge of ozone. A small toilet was set opposite the door. There was a mat on the floor for sleeping or sitting. Everything was gray except the laser beams, that glowed with a sickly yellow light.
The figure on the mat was sitting in a lotus position. Her eyes were open, but staring far past the cell walls. Dark as night hair hung just past her shoulders, framing the olive skinned Asian face. Shallow green eyes neither moved nor blinked. The woman was slim, wearing a skintight suit. One leg was gray, the other a pale red. The gray on her leg stopped near her thigh, leaving the bottom part of her stomach and her pussy bare. The rest of the costume was split between gray and red, the gray covering the left half of her chest, the red covering the right. Her right sleeve was gray, her left red. The initials: ‘AA’ in Times New Roman font were tattooed just above and a little to the right of her pussy.
The sound of the door opening brought the woman quickly upright into a battle position, a low crouch with her hands reaching for the knives that should have been strapped to her thighs. But they weren’t there, and she smoothly straightened up. As the door opened the woman was reminded just how dangerous they thought her to be. It was not the door to a cell, it was the door to a bank vault. Three feet thick, set on a timer with an explosive charge if entry was ever forced. She had laughed openly when they first put her in the cell. Only to cry privately when the door closed.
The door opened only enough to let the man in, then closed.
"You shouldn’t have killed the priest." Sam Justice said, his tone one of rebuke.
"It was slow." Kimberly Chan said. "He asked for a nice slow death."
"After you murdered three of the nuns and that alter boy." Sam said. He was a great looking man, Kim never lost sight of that. Six feet tall, broad shouldered, with blonde hair and blue eyes, chiseled jaw, the end result of three generations of genetic choosing. Standing there in an expensive suit Sam was a picture of elegance. He was additionally as treacherous as a snake, something she also never let herself forget. "I think it’s safe to say that the Asian Assassin has claimed her last victim."
"How much will it cost me to get clear?" Kim asked.
That’s the problem." Sam said. "You don’t have it. When WindCaster caught you she also caught your accountant. Your broke."
"Witch!" Kim swore, her hands clawing the air in frustration. "I’ll tear her..." she broke off suddenly and looked at him. "Why are you here then? You don?t work for free."
"In a way you’ve already paid me." Sam said smiling.
"I’m that good?" Kim asked.
"I don’t mean the sex." Sam said. "Remember the train you blew up last year?"
"Yea." Kim shrugged. "The guy had too much security for a close hit."
"Well my parents and my wife were on that train." Sam said, still smiling. "What with the inheritance, insurance and the lawsuit on the train company I’m thinking of retirement."
"You welcome." Kim said, pacing. It had been six months of unending boredom since she had been captured. They allowed her only books, fed her paste and water through straws. Absently she scratched between her legs, annoyed at the hair there. They wouldn’t even let her shave. "So how long will I be in."
"It’s worse than you think." Sam said. "Your kill count has reached the 500 mark. Your going to the island."
Kim nearly tripped at his words.
"Punishment Island?"
"The vote from the council was unanimous." Sam said.
"Damn them!" Kim swore. "I’ve done jobs for half of those high born scum."
"Which is probably why the vote was unanimous." Sam said. "You know way too much." He was silent for a few minutes as she paced away her anger. Then he spoke again. "But there’s a way out."
"How?"
"Just get a good nights sleep." Sam said. "I’ll take care of the rest."
Kimberly Chan, known to many as the Asian Avenger, seldom had nightmares. To a person who could command shadows with her mind, the darkness of sleep held little fear. But even she could not keep the darker side of Morpheus away all the time. This was one of those times. She was running, but why and from what she didn’t know. She only knew that a great danger would consume her if she did not get away. She ran in shadows, but shadows that defied her. Shadows that mocked her. She ran over a soft ground though some sort of winding maze. But Kim didn’t know whether she was trying to get out of the maze or further into it. On the walls of the maze were distorted shapes of herself, animals, insects and some creatures she couldn’t name.
They were all her, yet not her.
One of the shadows reached out and grabbed at her, leaving a frigid trail in the air. Kim dodged and saw a doorway up ahead. She ran harder, the unfamiliar sound of her own terrorized heartbeat pounding in her head. As soon as she got close enough Kim realized it wasn’t a doorway but a mirror. She could see her reflection running toward her.
No!" she called, her voice quickly lost in the shadowy void. Kim tried to stop but the floor had suddenly turned to ice. A gigantic hand formed out of the darkness and carried her along. The closer she got to the mirror the more Kim realized she had been wrong. It wasn’t a mirror, and it was a not a reflection she was approaching. The woman was her double, but there was a difference. An odd twist to the smile on her face, a shallowness to the brown eyes.
By the time she was close enough to see the differences Kim was too close to stop. She and her double seemed to collide. All at once Kim felt like she had been thrust out of a warm shower into a cold room. Then the nightmare was over and she was awake. But not in her bedroom in her nightshirt. She was in costume, but not her costume. As a superheroine Kim had gotten used to waking up in some sort of restraint. But this was different. The colors her eyes saw were slightly off, the saltish smell of the sea was deeper than it should have been. Her body felt sluggish, like she had just gotten over a bad case of the flue. She was restrained by a criss crossing pattern of ropes that held her arms tightly behind her back. Her legs were encased in metal boots that were anchored to the platform she stood on. In front of her stood a tall good looking blonde man in a business suit and an older man wearing a blue robe. The man in the robe looked at her gravely, while the blonde gave her a quick little smile.
"Kimberly Chan, known to some as the Asian Assassin." The old man said. "You have been found guilty of the murder and maiming of 501 innocent men and women. Thus has the World Court sentenced you to this Island of Punishment. Here you will remain until such time as you find the Great Judge and convince him of your repentance."
"What the hells going on!" Kim shouted. Desperately she reached out with her powers, trying to establish a mind link with either of them. But her powers were as sluggish as the rest of her. She might as well have tried to move her hair.
"I will wish you the same luck I wish all the unfortunate souls who have been sent here." the old man said. He pulled a small box from his pocket and began to press buttons on it.
"Your honor might I have a few last minutes with my client?" the blonde man asked.
"You may." the old man said. He pressed a few more buttons on the box and vanished, leaving it to float in mid-air.
"I thought it only fair to give you a quick brief." the blonde said, walking over to the platform. Playfully he pinched her nipple. "Your not in your own dimension, your not even in your own body. My client, your counterpart, is even now waking up in your body. She’s an assassin by trade and this was the only way to make sure she went free."
"Where am I?" Kim demanded, trying again to get her powers to work.
"In your world this would be England. But in my world it’s known as Punishment Island. You see in the last great plague a sorcerer tried to save everyone on the island with a spell. But it went horribly wrong. Everything on this island was corrupted in one way or another. Since then it’s been used as the ultimate prison. Only the worst of the worst is sent here."
"There’s a way out." Kim said, trying to work her way out of the ropes.
"Well legend has it that the sorcerer is still on the island. If you get to him and convince him of your innocence, you can go free."
"I’ll see you again." Kim said, staring at his face intensely.
"I don’t think so." he walked over to the box. "You see this island is populated by the descendants of the people who were corrupted. Add to them the dictators, serial killers and madmen who’ve been sent here over the past few centuries, and you have a deathtrap. Not to mention a few unfortunates who were sent here by the Asian Assassin. Your counterpart used to be in law enforcement you know. So the odds of you lasting aren’t very good. Especially with the virus in your blood. It was specifically designed to block all of your powers." He started to tap out commands on the box. "I hope you understand there’s nothing personal here, just business."
With that he vanished. A few seconds later the ropes and the platform Kim was standing on vanished as well.
Kim fell to the ground and rolled over onto her back. For a while she just lay there, letting the sun warm her body.
My new body, Kim corrected herself. She sat up and looked down at herself. The largest difference in the costume, aside from the colors, was the bare patch between her legs. Either this dimensions society was a lot looser on morals or her counterpart just didn’t care. Kim stood up and looked around. She was on a slight rise over looking the sea. For a moment she thought of swimming, since she was sure that was the English Channel. Then she saw the serpent cutting through the waves. It was at least fifty feet tall, and that was the part she could see.
Sighing she turned around. To her north lay a thick forest, to the south a river running northwest. Beyond the river lay more forest. The air was warm, tinged with the scents of early spring.
Kim was grateful for that, she wasn’t ready for winter yet. Carefully she started to walk toward the river, stumbling a little as her mind adjusted to the body. So hard was she concentrating on just walking Kim failed to hear the slight hum behind her. She was taken completely by surprise when something hit her in the back and brought her to the ground.
Rolling over the Asian Avenger found herself staring into the face of a giant creature with butterfly like wings. It was nearly as tall as she was, with a wing span of twenty feet. It had a tubular body, covered with soft fur. The face was human, but with two oversized multifaceted eyes. A kaleidoscope of colors flashed into her eyes from the creatures wings, hypnotizing her for a moment. That moment was all it took for the creature to grab her. Six arms, three with claws and three with four fingered hands tore at her. The heroine fought back, but her body still wasn’t ready to take commands yet. Instead of hitting hard her hands swatted weakly. The creature grabbed hold of her wrist and held them. The Avenger screamed as it ripped her costume, in seconds it was reduced to shreds. She screamed again as it’s claws found her breast. It pinched them as if looking for something to hold onto. The colors hit her again as the creature started to flap it’s wings. Kim squeezed her eyes shut and continued to struggle. The creature strained mightily and slowly lifted her off the ground. Two of it’s hands grabbed her legs just above the knees and held them in vise like grips. The claws let go of her breast, only to be replaced by two hands that started to knead them. A dust started to blow off of it’s wings. It covered her body and filled her nostrils. It smelled vaguely like cinnamon and tasted like honey. As unsure of her new body as she was, Kim realized the effect it had on her. Her breast grew stiff, the aureoles growing bumpy with excitement, the nipples becoming rock hard and super sensitive. Kim moaned, then screamed as she felt something between her legs. With an effort comparable to moving a mountain she lifted her head and saw one of the creatures claws rubbing against her pussy. It pushed inward slightly and opened her, while a hand edged in and started to rub the sides. It found her clitoris and began to massage it. In horror she recognized a cylindrical shape emerge from the creatures body. Desperately she tried to squirm out it’s grip. In frustrated terror she pulled and twisted at the hands. But they held.
Suddenly the creature shifted it’s position and kissed her. Taken off guard Kim couldn’t close her mouth before a burst of sweet tasting paste filled it. Her first swallow put all thoughts of resistance out of her head. The stuff tasted like a warm strawberry slushy. The next two swallows took care of the rest of her thoughts. Ruled by the lust that now coursed through her veins Kim responded to the creature as if he was the most perfect male in creation. She moaned as it squeezed her breast, arching her back as it rubbed her pussy. The rest of it’s hands ran over her body, searching for any sensitive spot it had over looked. It need not have bothered. Kim was hotter than she had ever been in her life. She tried to kiss it again, hungering for the sweet paste. The creature ducked her and bent it’s mouth to one of her breast. She felt tiny pin pricks into her skin and realized yet another drug had been forced into her body. The heroine didn’t care. The creature sucked for a while at her nipple, teasing it with teeth and tongue. Then it did the same thing to her other breast. They started to swell. By this time Kim was nearly beyond awareness. Only the lifeline of pleasure kept her conscious.
The creature shifted in flight, turning over and letting them fall, wrapping it’s wings around their bodies. Kim found herself on top, her weight driving the creature further into her. She reveled in it writhing in ecstasy as she felt it pour something into her body, into her womb. Only vaguely was Kim aware that they were falling to Earth. Ironically she reached an orgasmic height just as the creature shifted again. Once more on top it glided to the ground like a plane coming in to land. They landed in soft grass and both lay there for a few minutes, breathing hard.
Gradually Kim became aware of her body again. She could barely breath, so heavy and swollen were her breast, and something was happening inside of her. Aware as she was off all of this, the Asian Avenger was too weak to do much about it. She lifted her head as she creature started to withdraw from her. Straining to see over her now large breast she saw and felt its member pull out of her pussy. It was not plainly cylindrical anymore. Two small eggs hung from either side of it. The eggs were plucked off and passed from hand to claw, growing like small balloons, until they rested on her stomach. She watched dumbly as they opened, revealing two more of the creatures. These creatures had her skin coloring though, and their hands had four fingers and a thumb. They crawled up her breast to settle on the nipples.
The Asian Avenger moaned as the creatures suckled at her breast. She was still to weak to move and at any rate the butterfly like creature still held her. Two of it’s hands ran up and down the inside of her pussy lips, occasionally pushing inside, keeping her aroused. For most of the day the smaller creatures drank. They would drink until her breast had shrunk to normal size. Then the mother (if the creature was female, Kim wasn’t sure) would bite and knead her breast until they grew once more. When her breast were full the smaller creatures would feed again. It was late afternoon before they stopped and then crawled onto the larger creatures back. Without a backward look or thank you it took to the skies.
An hour later Kim climbed out of the water and leaned her back against a large tree. She had been numb with shock after the creature left, but the need to be clean drove her to the river. The cold water had helped her defeat the last of it’s drug, but her body was still hesitant to follow her commands. It was however, sturdy enough to heal quickly. Her breasts were back to their normal size, albeit they ached slightly and her nipples were very sore.
"I have to be careful." she said, as much to hear her own voice as anything else. "Stay out of the open until I can make a spear. I need food. I need..."
The rest of her words were claimed by exhaustion.
She woke with the full moon high in the sky. It wasn’t recovery from exhaustion that woke her. It was the same instinct of danger that had saved her life many times. Through slitted eyes she observed the small creatures. They were man-like, the tallest twelve inches. Kim didn’t know what they were, but she watched for a few moments as they set up a net. A net large enough to hold her.
Quickly her mind ran through the options open to her. Into the tree? No, they would either wait her out or come up after her. They would fight and it would only be a matter of time before she fell. Straight flight? No, running blindly through a strange forest at night would be foolish. The river?
Kim considered for a few minutes. It wasn’t too wide to swim, there might not be much of a current. There were no boats on it, so the small men hadn’t come that way.
Her decision made the Asian Avenger launched herself away from the tree and ran all out for the water. Squawks that might have been shouts came from the small men. A ring of fire suddenly surrounded the tree, driving her back. Kim back flipped, planning on climbing into the tree. But her new body was still stubbornly uncooperative. One of her legs slipped out from under her and the heroine found herself on her back. The small men swarmed over her with ropes and small axes. One of them raced up her stomach and threw a bag into her face. The bag exploded into bright light, blinding her. Kim struck out savagely trying to get up. But her legs were already entangled with ropes. She sat up, reaching for them only to have more ropes sail across her chest.
She was stronger, but there were more of them and they had leverage. She tried to twist, but her legs were held too tightly. Straining her muscles Kim kept herself in a near straight sit up. She reached for the ropes that went across her chest, only have her wrist lassoed. Kim tugged hard, but the ropes were well anchored. She heard wooden gears being moved and slowly her wrist were pulled across her stomach. More small men appeared throwing ropes around the top of her body. A group of them wrapped more and more rope around her wrist, despite her now desperate struggles.
As her eyes cleared the Asian Avenger saw a small catapults being brought up to her feet. Something rammed into her back, holding her into a sitting position. She felt small feet standing on her shoulders, small hands grabbing her ears. She shook them off violently. Suddenly the catapults were fired and she felt pain in her chest as dozens of small darts pierced her skin. Kim felt a wave of nausea and then a wave of weakness. Her body, not to quick to listen to her before this, lost all interest in obeying her now. Her muscles collapsed into jelly and she sagged defeated into her bonds.
The rest of the night was a surreal experience for the Asian Avenger. Her limbs were not numb, simply unresponsive. After they were sure the drug had made her helpless the little men released her. Then a long cart was pulled beside her and, with many ropes and levers, she was rolled onto it. Like ancient slaves building a pyramid, the little men sang as they worked. Though the tune was badly garbled, Kim could have sworn it was MC Hammers; "Can’t touch this." Once she was secured the group got underway. The men alternated, a group riding on her stomach, some lounging against her breast, one or two snuggling into the hair on her pussy. While they rested another group pulled them all through the woods. Frequently they stopped to rest and exchange places. The trip wasn’t a comfortable one. The cart was built like a set of railroad cars, short platforms linked by ropes. Frequently parts of her were pinched in between the platforms as the wheels went over the uneven ground. The wood was rough, and scraped her skin or poked it with splinters. Even for all of this the Asian Avenger forced herself to sleep during much of the night. If escape was at all possible she needed rest.
Dawn found them approaching a compound. With enough light the Asian Avenger at last saw her captors. They were men, of a sort. The tallest was no more than a foot high. They had green skin and wore tunics of woven twigs. Each carried a bow and a small ax. They squeaked at each other in a language that sounded surprisingly sophisticated. Kim felt stronger, but a quick test of her bonds showed them too strong to break easily. She tried to talk to the men, but they ignored her.
Their city was a walled compound, the walls made of dirt and sticks. It was ten feet high and Kim guessed the whole compound to be sixty feet round. Far too large for her captors to build alone. Once inside Kim saw how they built it. Normal men and women wearing harnesses with the little green men riding them worked, lifting rocks, moving wood. Each sex was nude and moved about dumbly.
"Is that going to be me?" Kim asked. The green men ignored her. She tried to get a closer look at the harnesses but the cart moved beyond the slaves.
She was taken through a small city. Wide streets with narrow alleys were lined with apartment blocks. Each block was six feet high, and lined with four rows of windows. They were built out of small bricks and each was exactly the same style. Here or there she could see movement inside the apartments.
After a few minutes they came to a stable. Or at least Kim guessed it was a stable. There were small stalls set onto one side. The other looked out into a round area fenced in with fifteen foot high stakes. Between the stakes ran netting. On a platform to the entrance of the area a green man sat writing on a small desk. He looked up and hailed her captors, who called back. With a leap he landed on her stomach and embraced the leader. They started to talk, gesturing to Kim or a part of her body. Though she did not know the language, Kim could guess she was being haggled over. The man from the desk proved the point when we walked over and kicked her breast, as if he were examining the tires on a car. While they did that she tested her bonds and her powers. Again, one proved secure while the other nonexistent.
The haggling done the two men embraced ritually and walked off of her. A cranking sound made her look up. A narrow cage was being lowered on top of her. The cage was made of wood.
Once over her it was secured to the cart and a group of men appeared. Ropes were thrown across her stomach and chest, passed underneath her body and then thrown over again. Her wrist were released, but already secured by more ropes to the cart. Slowly they were moved down to her sides and pinned there. Wooden rings were attached to the ropes, and formed a channel running between her breast to just above her pussy. Two men walked up to her breast. Kim watched as they prodded her nipples with sticks. Apparently satisfied one of them stood to the right and held
a thick wooden block against it. As she saw the other man hold a sharp stick against the other side of the nipple, and draw back a hammer Kim knew what they were up too. She screamed as the nipple was pierced. A scream that was cut off as a ball was dropped into her mouth from the cage. Kim twisted her head violently, but the men had no trouble tying it off. She could hear a few of them laughing and guessed they had been waiting for her to scream. Her other nipple was pierced as well. Kim stood the pain, biting into the gag. The gag was soft and sponge-like with a hard center. Dry and dusty it soaked up her saliva and let loose a bittersweet liquid each time she moved her jaw.
A harness was fitted on her right shoulder and fastened securely around her neck and under her arms. A new rope was passed down through the rings on her stomach, into her pussy, up into her ass and up to her shoulder. A tube was pressed into her anus, prompting an indignant, if muffled yelp from the heroine. She let out another yelp when a similar tube was pushed into her ureathra. She guessed the harness was meant to stay on her a while, and the rope would have gotten messy eventually. These men were practical if nothing else.
Through it all the Asian Avenger kept as still as possible, knowing that it was futile to waste strength fighting mere discomfort. They meant to tame her like the men and women she had seen on the way in. They were in for a surprise.
When the harness was complete a green man climbed into it. Out of the corner of her eye Kim saw him move a set of levers. A rope that had been tied to the ring in her left nipple moved left. A similar one in her right nipple moved right. The rope that ran between her legs was moved back and forth. That one bothered her. It bothered her more as a green man attached something to it.
Again they experimented with the rope, this time it moved more deeply into her pussy, brushing ever so slightly against the clitoris. After another adjustment it rubbed so hard against her clitoris Kim jumped. This seemed to satisfy the green men. After a final check on all the ropes the cage was lifted and the Asian Avenger was wheeled into the corral. Four men rode on top of her.
When the reached the center each took and ax and chopped away the ropes that held her to the cart. Then each ran back to the entrance.
Kim knew what they wanted her to do. They wanted her to buck like a wild horse. In the process she would exhaust herself, accept her fate and they could begin training her. She held herself still.
Either the green men were used to listless mounts or they knew something she didn’t. They waited for her to move.
After about an hour Kim sat up and climbed to her feet, more out of boredom than anything else. The sun was beating down on her and it was getting harder and harder to think. She felt a pain in her but and twisted around, only to have another pain erupt in her leg. Looking down she saw the small arrow sticking out of her skin. More arrows came and she dodged to avoid them. She tried to hide against the side of the fence but green men on the netting poked her with little swords. Kim dodged as best she could, anger starting to well up within her. Suddenly the harness felt unbearable. With a volcanic heave she pulled against her bonds. She rolled in the dirt and rammed herself against the sides of the corral. The green man in the cage held on while his comrades yelled encouragement.
With the last of her intelligence Kim realized what had happened, and guessed that the flavoring on the gag had been another drug. That would be her last rational thought. After that her memories and identity slipped away into the mist of her mind. Animal instinct took over and instinct told her the only way to be free was force. For the next few hours she snorted around the corral like a bull. She rammed the fencing, dug herself into the dirt, rolled over and vainly tried to free her arms. All to no avail.
After she began to tire the green man in the harness went to work. When she paused for breath he pulled the pussy rope back and forth, driving her into another frenzy of bucking and ramming. He kept it up well into the afternoon, until Kim sank to her knees exhausted. She was hot and dirty with dust and sweat. After it was certain she had no more strength left a group of green men came and climbed her body. After a few minutes the ball gag was pulled out of her mouth. Kim worked her mouth, grateful to ease the ache from her jaw muscles. A long boom was swung into the corral. It was swung over to her and Kim saw a large bucket filled with water. Desperately thirsty she took a drink. But she had only taken a few sips before the bucket was pulled away.
Staggering to her feet the heroine started to follow it, only to have the world go dark. They had placed a blindfold over her eyes. For some reason the darkness frightened her, but her thirst was still great.
The green man started to talk smoothly into her ear. Her left breast was tugged. Kim moved left instinctively. After a half turn she found the water bucket again close enough to drink. She drank.
Over the next few weeks Kim was slowly trained. She quickly learned the basic signals. A tug on her right nipple turned her right, a tug on her left nipple turned her left. If she were sitting and both were pulled together she was to stand. If she was moving and both were pulled together she was to halt. The crotch rope was used to get her moving forward. The faster she was to run, the faster it was pulled up and down. If both nipples were tugged and the crotch rope moved she was to move backward. At the end of the week her arms were freed, but she quickly learned not to touch her harness. If she tried her trainer would jab a needle into the base of her neck. At the end of each days training she was run through a shower and then fed. The food was a gruel type paste that tasted like the ball gag. By the time her training was done she had even picked up a little of the green men's language, if only on a primal level. She understood the words for; ‘Stop’, ‘No’, ‘Food’, ‘Up’ and ‘Down’. There were also quite a few swear words the men used.
In one way the training was helping her. It was slow and patient and aloud her to become used to her new body. Also she was protected from the rest of the predators on the island. Toward the end of the first month her hair was cut into a single stripe on her head. The stripe was trained into a ponytail and painted with various colors. Every so often at night that part of Kim that was still intelligent tried to break through. Each time she would succeed, only to wake and have her intelligence banished once more. Her mind numb and in the care of professional trainers, the Asian Avenger soon settled into her life as a pack animal.