The Adventures of the Black Scorpion
Author: L’Espion
Illustrated by Evil Incarnate
Chapter 3
Interrogation
Darcy awoke cold and shivering. She was no longer bound, but it didn’t matter. She wasn’t going anywhere. The cell she had been placed in was small and Spartan, consisting of a toilet, sink, and a cot. There was no blanket and she had huddled for warmth all night long. Sometime during the night she had been so cold that she had gotten up and tried to warm her hands by turning on the hot water tap in the sink, but her effort was fruitless. Apparently hot water was not provided for prisoners. She knew that it was all a part of the plan to break her, but that did not make it any better.
She got to her feet and used the facilities. There was no mirror so she had no idea what she looked like, but she could guess. In a moment of inspiration she filled the sink with water and looked into it. The sink was stainless steel and caused the water to act as a mirror. Removing her cowl, she gazed into the sink and wished she hadn’t. A haggard woman looked back at her, her face etched with lines of exhaustion and hopelessness. “God,” she thought. “How am I going to survive this?”
Perhaps she wouldn’t survive. No one was likely to rescue her and without her Scorpion Sting she had no weapon to overcome her enemies. It seemed hopeless. Provided Von Stern wasn’t careless there was no way she could escape. It was only a matter of time until he broke her resistance and then he would be able to do whatever he wanted with her. It was a demoralizing thought and one she tried to put from her mind.
A sound outside the door diverted her attention. Hurriedly she replaced her cowl. There was a sound of a key in the lock and the door clanged back. Standing outside were six of the men who had enjoyed her the previous day. Had she not been so exhausted, she might have chanced going after them, but she soon saw that such an action would have been unwise. Three of the men were armed with electrical stun devices. In the confined space of the cell, with no room to maneuver she would have been an easy target.
One of the men stepped forward. She recognized him as Tom Clancy. He was carrying a set of silver-coloured irons in his hands. Unresisting, Darcy allowed him to fasten irons to her ankles and wrists, followed by one around her neck. A six foot length of chain was attached to the band about her neck. “Come along, whore,” Clancy said, jerking her forward. “The boss wants you clean.”
Awkwardly, Darcy stumbled from the cell, catching herself on the door to keep from falling. Then she followed Clancy down the hall, tracked by the other five men as she moved. Reaching a doorway they entered it and she found herself in a shower room. Clancy dropped the chain. “We’ll be back in fifteen minutes,” he said. “You’ve got until then to get yourself clean.”
He slammed the door after him and Darcy heard the sound of a key in the lock. She looked about her. The room was windowless and the only door was the one she had come through. A row of showerheads protruded from the long wall. There was no way out, unless she could find a way to shrink small enough to fit through one of the drains.
With a sigh Darcy walked to the showers and turned one of the faucets. To her relief this time she got hot water. Hardly daring to believe her good fortune, she turned it up until she was close to scalding herself and let it drive the cold from her body. There was shampoo and soap in the room and she made good use of it, thoroughly cleaning her hair and skin. It was a bit awkward with the manacles on her wrists, but she did the best she could. She hesitated for a few seconds before she removed her cowl and then shrugged. So far Von Stern had let her keep it on, but if he wanted it removed there was nothing she could do about it. Removing it made washing her hair possible and that is what she did.
She actually had more time than Clancy had promised. Thoroughly warmed by the shower she made her way to the mirror, and wiping the moisture from its surface, used the comb provided to eliminate the tangles in her hair. Then she rebraided her hair and replaced the cowl. A few minutes later Clancy returned. He eyed her appraisingly. “You look a hell of a lot better whore. Now let’s go. Von Stern is waiting for you.”
Darcy followed Clancy from the room. She didn’t have much choice, he was holding the other end of the chain. They took her to the same room where she had been gang-raped. A cold lump settled in Darcy’s stomach as she entered the room, but to her surprise, Von Stern was waiting for her seated at a table that appeared laden with breakfast food.
“Won’t you join me, Black Scorpion?” he asked waving his hand toward a chair opposite him. “You must be famished after the workout you had yesterday.”
Darcy suppressed a surge of anger. “Workout? Is that what you called rape? What is your euphemism for murder – funeral promotion?”
“You still have a sense of humour I see,” Von Stern replied. “I’ll have to do something about that. But sit down anyway. You might as well eat. You’ll need your strength.”
Von Stern’s words chilled her, but Darcy obeyed. She was almost getting used to being naked in front of Von Stern and his henchmen. If he had offered her a robe she would have been shocked.
The breakfast was quite good and Darcy was famished, but somehow the presence of Von Stern and his goons took away her appetite. However, she forced herself to eat, taking a healthy helping of scrambled eggs and bacon as well as orange juice and several slices of toast. As she ate Von Stern spoke. “You know, I was thinking about what you said to me yesterday. The secret of your Scorpion Sting would be quite valuable. No doubt the US military would pay quite a hefty price for that sort of technology, and if the US is not interested, then I’m sure some other country would be.”
“You wouldn’t sell that to an enemy of the United States would you?” exclaimed Darcy. “That would be treason.”
“Would it? Just in case you haven’t noticed, I am not an American, and I’m sure the members of my gang would put dollars before patriotism.” The men around them nodded and murmured agreement as Von Stern spoke.
“So,” Von Stern continued. “I have a proposition for you. I have examined the ring and have no idea how it works. If you give me the secret of its technology you are free to go.”
“I can’t do that,” Darcy replied.
“Why not?” Von Stern asked irritably. “It is the same offer you made last night. Only this time I am agreeing to it.”
“I have a confession to make,” Darcy replied. “I don’t know how the ring works and if I did I certainly wouldn’t give it to a piece of human excrement like you.”
The vehemence and defiance of her words surprised her. She realized afterwards that perhaps she should have played along with the crime boss; she might have found a way to escape, but her anger over what had been done to her overwhelmed her better judgment.
“You’re lying, whore,” Von Stern growled, all pleasantness gone from his voice. “But have it your way. I promised that you would have pain and pain you’re going to get. Breakfast is over.” He stood up and gestured to his men. Immediately two men took hold of her. “Chain her up,” Von Stern ordered.
A heavy length of chain hung from the roof to the floor. The two men marched her over to it and chained her wrists to it at about waist level and then forced her to her knees. Von Stern followed, picking up a short plastic cane as he passed one of the tables in the room. She strode over to her. “We’ll start easy,” he said. “And if that doesn’t get results we’ll try something a bit more impressive. Now, bitch – tell me the secret of the Scorpion’s Sting.”
“Go to hell,” Darcy replied. “I’ve given you my answer.”
Von Stern seized the ring attached to the collar about her neck, and holding her in place brought the slender cane down across her breasts.
The blow did not hurt so much as it stung, but of course, Von Stern did not just strike her once. He brought the cane down again and again, targeting the most sensitive areas of her breasts, especially her nipples and areolas. Soon her bounteous breasts were covered with stripes and Darcy winced with each blow. The only relief came when the plastic cane broke, but that respite was short lived as one of the gang members immediately handed him another one.
“Had enough, Black Scorpion?” Von Stern asked, sweat dripping from his brow. Darcy did not reply. Breathing heavily she tried to ignore the stinging pain in her breasts. Red welts crisscrossed her breasts. In several places the cane had broken the skin, leaving bloody lacerations. She knew that Von Stern was far from through with her. The hearty breakfast had given her the strength to resist, but for how long?
“Bitch,” said Von Stern. “She needs another good fucking.” He moved over to the wall, and pulling a lever, lowered the chain her wrists were secured to until her hands could touch the floor. Then he pushed her down and secured the links of the chains to a bolt in the floor so that she was in a kneeling position with her backside raised most invitingly. Just to make sure she could not move he attached another short link to the metal collar she wore. Darcy struggled to escape, but there was no way that she could avoid what Von Stern had planned for her.
“You’ve got no idea how horny I get when I work you over,” Von Stern said as he dropped his pants and knelt behind her, his heavy phallus level with her backside. Steadying her hips with his hands he drove into her, taking her from behind once again. Darcy had thought the previous day’s rape painful, but that was before her ravaged vaginal canal had been given a day to swell. This time it hurt much more, bringing a cry to her lips as she was penetrated. “Still not broken in, huh, Black Scorpion? Well, this will help.” He held her hips and thrust brutally forward.
“Nnnggh!” Darcy grunted in agony as she was speared by Von Stern’s lance. She was already bleeding and it felt as if Von Stern’s ramrod was ripping her apart.
“Tight little whore,” Von Stern gasped as he rhythmically plunged into her. Darcy gasped too, her mouth opening in pain as he drove in to the hilt. He raped her more violently this time, pounding hard into her, his tempo increasing until finally with a hoarse cry he released into her.
“I hope you’re on the pill, whore,” he panted. “It would be a shame if your career was delayed because you got knocked up.”
“You filthy bastard, Darcy moaned. “You can beat me and rape me, but I will never give in to you.” She replied with her head bowed, still held in position by the chain connected to her collar.
“We will see, Black Scorpion,” replied Von Stern. “Now that I have had my fun the interrogation begins in earnest.” He turned to one of the Clancy brothers. “String her up,” he ordered.
The chains holding her head down was released and with a clanking sound the other chain was raised. Her vagina leaking blood and her breasts covered with welts, Darcy moaned as she was stretched full length, her arms over her head. The chain kept clanking until she was standing on the tips of her toes. Her legs shaking, she took most of her weight on her arms and hung helplessly. What did Von Stern mean when he said that the interrogation was just beginning? She found out a few seconds later when Von Stern appeared holding a heavy length of rope.
“I don’t want to cut up that fantastic body too badly,” Von Stern said, slapping the heavy length of hemp into his palm. “But this should inflict enough pain to give you the message.”
“Scum,” Darcy gasped. Her breasts hurt like hell and she had to use all of her self-control to remain calm. The prospect of being flogged had her almost quaking. “You wouldn’t dare do this if we weren’t backed up by your gang.”
Von Stern whirled the length of rope through the air. “Enough talk,” he said. “You will tell me the secret of the Scorpion Sting or you will have a very painful next few hours.”
“Go to hell,” Darcy retorted.
“You first,” Von Stern replied. He brought the length of hemp down across Darcy’s back.
“Ooofff!” The air was driven out of Darcy’s lungs by the force of the blow.
“The secret, Black Scorpion?” Von Stern asked.
“I’ll never… tell,” Darcy gasped.
“I think you will,” Von Stern replied. He brought the length of heavy rope down again. It struck with a resounding thump, driving her body forward, so that she swung on the chain.
“You…bas…bastard,” Darcy panted. She could barely speak; the pain of the blow so intense she thought she might faint.
Thwack! The next blow silenced her. She bit her lip, drawing blood. It was all she could do not to scream in agony, and she had suffered only three blows.
Thwack! “Ohhh…god…,” Darcy groaned. She was sure that her back was being ripped to shreds.
Thwack! “Aaaahhh!” She cried out as Von stern targeted her naked backside. Twisting her body, she tried to turn away from the blows, but the chain restricted her movements. She could only swing helplessly while the arch criminal rained blow after blow upon her. Within minutes she was almost weeping, but she clenched her teeth and held on. She could do nothing else. She had no idea how her Scorpion Sting worked. It was simply something she had always had.
Eventually though, she broke. It took a full hour before she began to beg Von Stern to stop and another half hour to promise to tell him what he wanted to know. “Stop,” she whimpered. “Please stop. I’ll tell you what you want to know.” She was now hanging from the chain, all of her weight supported by her wrists. The floor about her was splattered with her blood and sweat.
Von Stern tossed down the length of bloody rope. “You lasted a lot longer than I thought you would, but now I will learn your every secret.” He gestured to his henchmen. “Clean her up and throw her back in the cell. I’ll interrogate her later.”
Darcy wept as her wounds were cleaned. She was fortunate in that a couple of the member’s of Von Stern’s gang were women, but even their gentle touch was agonizing. She felt as if her skin had been completely stripped from her back and derriere. Soon Von Stern would come to finish his questioning. Fear swept over her as she realized that she had nothing to tell him. What would he do to her next?”
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