Chapter
12 The Avenger Gets the
Blues
Retinoff was only
slightly tired. He was sweaty
and exhilarated, but his enhanced penis had done most of the
work. He left the demoralized
figure of the Black Leopard and paraded in front of his
captives. Who should he take
next? He glanced at the Jade
Dragon. She was so incredibly
beautiful! But he had already
had her once today. He wanted
something fresh.
Nova?
Possibly. She was still
a virgin. He hadn’t had
one of them yet. Or had
he? He remembered the blood with
the Jade Dragon. He couldn’t
be certain but it seemed as if she had reacted like a
virgin. That was a
puzzler. He would have to take
the time to figure it out. But
not right now. Right now he was
busy. He made his
decision. He would let Nova suffer
a bit longer. Her lacerations
must be paining her greatly. He
stopped in front of the Blue Avenger.
Why not? She was certainly
beautiful. Not as well endowed
as the Jade Dragon or Nova, but tall and slender and perfectly
shaped. He would enjoy pushing
in between her legs and watching that lovely face contort as he spread her
vaginal canal beyond anything she had ever
experienced.
He summoned in his assistants.
“Prepare her for me.
Strap her to the wheel.”
He would play with her first.
Then rape her in the most brutal fashion he could
imagine.
Kyla shuddered as Retinoff’s assistants approached
her. She had known that sooner
or later her turn would come, but she had hoped that somehow she might be
rescued before it happened. After
all, Suzi was still out there somewhere.
There was always a chance of
escape. That chance now seemed
remote, however.
Six men lay hold of her. Two
took her dangling legs, one held her around the waist, and two took her
arms. The last man attached chains
to her wrists and ankles. She
was then carried over to what resembled an old fashioned mill
wheel. It was about ten feet
in diameter and three feet wide.
Her ankles were fastened to the bottom of the wheel and her arms were
fastened to two separate straps at the
top. Kyla wondered at the purpose
in securing her to the device, but she was sure that Retinoff had something
brutal in mind.
The assistants then tightened the straps on her wrists, pulling her body
tight against the wheel. Kyla
controlled her reaction. But
she was already very uncomfortable.
Her body arched in the shape of the wheel and was stretched so tightly
that her arms were almost pulled from their
sockets. She was very vulnerable,
totally exposed to any attack.
Retinoff now approached her.
“Beautiful, Blue Avenger.
How long can you hold your
breath?” Confused, Kyla
did not reply.
The mad scientist smiled and touched a button on the wall next to the
wheel. The floor slid away from
the bottom of the wheel. In her
arched position, Kyla could not see what was revealed, but Retinoff touched
a second button and the wheel slowly began to revolve
downward. So gradually did the
wheel move, that Kyla at first was merely mystified, but not
alarmed. But then the wheel turned
enough that she was able to see that the wheel was slowly descending into
a pool of dark water. Now she
knew what Retinoff had meant by his seeming off-hand comment about holding
her breath. If the wheel continued
to turn she would soon be immersed in the water and only able to prevent
drowning by the amount of air she could hold in her
lungs.
“I have set the wheel to immerse you for a minute the first time, but
each successive revolution of the wheel will be extended by ten
seconds. After six revolutions
you will be submerged for a full two
minutes. That should really test
your lungpower. If you are still
breathing after that I’ll see how you handle the build up to three
minutes. Have
fun!” As Retinoff finished
his soliloquy Kyla’s bare feet dipped into the
water. As the water rapidly rose
up to her thighs she gasped in shock.
The water was freezing cold!”
An evil giggle came from the mad
scientist. “Cold isn’t
it, dear? It’s not really
pure water at all. It’s
brine, used in refrigeration and it has been cooled to several degrees below
freezing”
Kyla wasn’t sure how she could endure this form of
torture. Holding her breath for
increasingly long periods would be difficult enough, but withstanding the
freezing temperature of the water would be a real
challenge. It was very likely
that after a few revolutions of the wheel she would be suffering severely
from hypothermia.
She took a deep breath as the wheel turned her head under the
water. She counted down the seconds
of immersion: “60, 59, 58, 57, 56,
55….” The cold first
shocked her body and then numbed it.
“… 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.”
Her head emerged from the brine.
Her body began to shiver with the cold generated by her brief
bath.
“Very nice,” said Retinoff, his eyes fixed on her saucy, firm
breasts.
Kyla flushed. Her delicate nipples
were fully erect and prominently displayed through the thin material of her
costume. She was also upside
down as the wheel rotated her upward.
Slowly the wheel descended once again, moving her back toward the
frigid pool. Her legs dipped
into the freezing liquid. This
time the shock was not as great, probably because she was already wet and
had adjusted to the cold somewhat.
Again she counted off the
time. This time, as Retinoff
had promised she was under for 70
seconds. And so it
went. The next time she had to
hold her breath for 80 seconds, and then
90. Holding her breath, however,
was not her greatest problem. It
was the frightening cold of the brine that was her worst
enemy. Each time she was immersed
in the liquid it took her longer to
recover. Already she was
beginning to shiver almost
uncontrollably. She realized
that she was not going to survive the
ordeal. There was only one
chance. During her training with
the Jade Dragon and Master Zhou, she had learned some techniques of
meditation. She had become quite
good at it, able to slow her heart rate and breathing on
command. It was her only
chance. If she did not succeed
in slowing her metabolism she would either drown or freeze to
death.
She closed her eyes and went into a meditative
state. Her breathing slowed and
her heart rate dropped. By the
time the wheel finished one full revolution she was fully relaxed, her chest
hardly moving. She was still
aware of her surroundings, but now her body was almost oblivious to what
was being done to it. The deadly
cold of the brine was no longer a threat to
her. She would
survive!
Fortunately, for her, the novelty of watching her being dunked over and over
again into the freezing brine had worn
off. Retinoff was not around
to notice what she had done, and his assistants were too dull to realize
that she was no longer endangered by the form of torture they had devised
for her. The mad scientist did
not return until the wheel was giving her the three-minute
treatment. Had she not been in
a trance-like state, she would have
drowned.
“Well, Blue Avenger,” said Retinoff, “you are as resourceful
as I had hoped. I did not expect
to see you dead when I got back and you have proven me
right. By the way, my assistants
had instructions to stop the wheel if you got into any real
trouble. After all, we have not
had a chance to get better
acquainted.” And here the
little scientist licked his lips as he leered at her suspended
body.
The wheel was still turning.
Retinoff went over to the control switch and stopped its rotation,
but not before it had submerged her up to her
neck. “I’ll be back
in a fifteen minutes,” he said.
“Let’s see how well you last this
time.”
Kyla realized that even using her techniques of meditation she could not
hold out much longer. She simply
lacked the level of meditative techniques that someone like the Jade Dragon
possessed. Sooner or later the
cold would get to her. She could
feel the cold seeping right into her
body. She began to
shiver. Soon, she was shivering
uncontrollably her teeth chattering so hard that she was afraid they might
shatter. “G…G…Got
t…t…h…hold on,” she
stuttered. She could barely
speak. A few more minutes and
she would be finished.
How she lasted she did not know.
From somewhere she found the reserves of strength to fight off the
cold, but eventually Retinoff returned.
“Well, Blue Avenger,” he
taunted. “You really are
blue this time. I would estimate
that without some intense warming up you will be dead in only a few
minutes. Release her and get
Hughie over here.”
Retinoff’s assistants rotated the wheel so that Kyla could be released
from her bonds. Hughie, huge
but stupid, picked her up under one arm and carried
her over to one of the benches.
“Hey Boss,” Hughie said slowly, “she’s all
wet. And
cold. Very cold.”
“Yes Hughie,” replied the little doctor gently, “and this
is your lucky day. I’m going
to give her to you for your own private
plaything. It is your job to
warm her up. But you better hurry;
I think she’s going to die.”
Although mentally weak, Hughie did not have to be told what to
do. Laying the semi-conscious
heroine on the bench he quickly stripped off her wet costume and then removed
his own clothing. He was already
sporting a gigantic erection.
“I will save her,” said.
Spreading Kyla’s legs he prepared to enter her.
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