The Adventures
of Autumn
Autumn
Meets Shadowcloud
L’Espion
with Melissa Gallant
Email:
Lespion@msn.com
Chapter
1 Autumn
Katie Jones, also known as Autumn, strained at the ropes that bound her to the posts on either side of her. “No,” she thought. “This can’t be happening again.” How could she have been so stupid as to fall into such an obvious trap?
She tested her bonds again, sweat dripping from her brow. She had been trying to escape for more that an hour without success. To either side of her were two heavy wooden posts running from floor to ceiling. Leather cuffs were strapped about her wrists and ankles and attached to heavy springs which in turn were anchored to the posts, splaying her body like an X. There was enough give in the springs that she could stretch them slightly, but she did not have the strength to hold them for long.
A few feet away was the crude electrical field generator that had robbed her of her powers. It hummed annoyingly. It was a device that she should have been able to avoid had she not been so careless. It certainly made enough noise, but in the excitement of the chase she had not noticed it. Now she was paying the price.
Her captors had been waiting for her. More than a dozen men. The trap could hardly have been more obvious. A seemingly bungled robbery at a local bank had led her straight to the building. She had been following what she thought were an amateurish bunch of bank robbers as they fled in their van. Using her power of flight she had observed them from the air and arrived just as the getaway vehicle drove into the building. She had followed without a second thought.
Landing on the roof of the building she had dropped through the skylight and into the electrical field. She had realized her mistake at once. It was hard not to. She was suddenly bereft of her powers. Even worse, the men she had been chasing knew it. A powerful superheroine, her one weakness was the fact that she lost her powers in the presence of severe electrical discharges.
Even as she realized her mistake the men surrounded her. One of them stepped forward, a length of rope in his hand. “You coming quietly superheroine or would you prefer that we take you by force?” She had fought, of course, but she was hopelessly outnumbered. Even her martial arts skills were no match for a simultaneous attack from all sides.
She had lashed out at the man closest to her and made good contact, but then she was simply swept off her feet by sheer weight of numbers. Pinned to the ground she was helpless as leather cuffs were attached to her wrists and ankles. Then, lifting her to her feet several men held her arms as she was manhandled to her position between the wooden uprights and secured to the springs.
Sweat soaked her costume as she tried to escape. It was sweat created not just by exertion, but also by fear. She had been in this position before and had been horribly brutalized physically and sexually. She had little doubt that her current captors intended much of the same.
The leader of the band of thugs who had captured her approached. She recognized his face from the mug shots on the Grande Capital police internet site; “Ice,” Oberg, bank robber, kidnapper, extortionist and general all-around cutthroat. She could not have fallen into worse hands.
“Ain’t you tired yet, heroine?” the heavyset thug inquired. “Oh yeah, I forgot. You have super strength. Doesn’t appear to be doing you much good right now though does it?” He traced a bead of perspiration down her face and watched it drop onto her bosom. His piggy eyes narrowed as they focused on the generous expanse of female flesh. Katie’s costume left very little to the imagination.
A single strap over her right shoulder supported the tight-fitting shiny black outfit. It showed off a considerable amount of her heavy breasts and left her midriff bare. Hip- hugging tights concealed the lower part of her anatomy, but left a considerable gap between where her top left off and the bottom began. Her loins had extra protection as she wore a tight-fitting gold bikini bottom, but it that still left a significant amount of her body exposed. Even her long black gloves and knee-high boots hardly added to her privacy.
She appeared quite young, which in fact she was, having only just turned nineteen. Somewhere in the struggle she had lost her sunglasses, leaving her face framed only by her shoulder-length brown hair. High cheekbones, a straight nose, and a pouting lower lip added to her sensuality, but it was her heaving breasts that attracted most of Oberg’s attention.
“Very nice,” he said, running his finger along her collarbone and then tracing a line to the hollow of her breasts.
“Don’t touch me,” you bastard,” Katie said. Her words were defiant, but there was just a hint of fear in her voice.
“Tough little twat, ain’t you?” Oberg sneered. “Well, you’ll need to be tough to handle what I’ve got planned for you.”
“What do you want with me?” Katie gasped. Oberg’s fingers had moved to the edge of her costume and slipped beneath it. He suddenly gave it a powerful tug.
“Shit! He swore. “Your clothes made of steel?”
He had obviously intended to rip the costume away from her torso, but had reckoned without the fact that Katie had fabricated the costume using Kevlar fibres. “Superheroine and a super costume,” he growled. “I’ll solve that problem.” A wicked looking knife suddenly appeared in his hand. Katie didn’t know where it had come from, but guessed that it was probably up his sleeve.
“What do I want of you?” he said, finally answering her question. “That should be painfully obvious, you stupid bitch, and if it isn’t it soon will be.” He slipped the edge of the knife under Katie’s shoulder strap. The tough material parted as he sawed through it, leaving Katie’s shoulders bare. Then he moved behind her, and pulling the fabric tight cut through the back of her costume.
With a bit of a flourish Oberg pulled the material loose, allowing Katie’s breasts to swing free. “Nice bit of tit,” he exclaimed. Placing his hand beneath her right breast he lifted it slightly. “Heavy and firm as a ripe melon.” He flicked his thumb over the light brown nipple and watched as it tightened under his caress.
“Horny twat, huh? Well, me and the boys with soon scratch your pussy.”
“You went to all this trouble just to rape me?” Katie asked, trying to control the trembling in her voice.
“That and something more,” Oberg replied. Katie was having trouble concentrating on his words. His hand had slipped down the front of her tights.
“Please don’t,” she said. She kept her voice calm and controlled, but that is not the way she felt. At nineteen she had experienced acts of brutal torture and sexual degradation that would have left most women so psychologically scarred that they would have been mentally crippled for the rest of their lives. Only the natural ability of a superheroine to recover from such brutal episodes had enabled her to continue to function, but she lived in deadly terror of a repeat experience.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Oberg chuckled. “You’ve got a mighty nice little beaver pelt down there.” He moved his fingers lower, over her mound of Venus to the lips of her vulva.
“Please,” Katie pleaded. “Tell me what you want with me. I’m sure I can make it worth your while to let me go.”
“I’m sure you can,” Oberg sneered. “A superheroine should be able to get as much money as she wants, what with all her fancy powers. But I’ve no intention of letting you go just so you can come back and get me. I know what happens to crims who cross superheroines.”
“Ah! Made you jump didn’t I? You’ll be moving more than that before I’m through with you.”
“I can pay,” Katie said. Oberg had parted the lips of her vulva with his finger. The sensation of the man’s fingers penetrating her most private of places filled her with the greatest terror. “How much do you want? A million? Two million? I can get it.” She had nothing like the sums she was naming. But Oberg was right. She could get money if she needed it. Superheroines had powers far beyond the ordinary. An hour or so in a casino…. But using her powers that way would have been considered highly improper, and it mattered little if Oberg refused to bargain.
“Please,” she said again. “I won’t come after you. I’ll give you a chance to leave town.”
“No dice, babe,” Oberg answered. He had withdrawn his fingers from her pubic region, but was now using his knife to remove her shorts and tights. “I think it’s going to be you who is leaving town not me.”
“Then what are you going to do to me?” The question was stupid. Oberg had already cut away her bikini bottom and was now working on her tights, cutting through the thin but tough material with a sawing motion. She was naked to the waist and more and more of her lush body was being revealed every instant.
“You mean after we fuck that sweet ass of yours? I don’t mind telling you. You have any idea what a superheroine is worth on the slave market? You offered me a few million. You’re worth far more than that.”
She was completely naked now, except for her boots and gloves, and they would offer no protection against what Oberg had in mind for her. Her breath quickened, her imposing breasts rising and falling rapidly as she visualized what was going to happen to her.
“Scared, little girl?” Oberg sneered. “Ever had a man? A real man? I heard you stupid superheroines lose your powers when you’re fucked. How about if we find out if that’s true?” He began to unbuckle his belt.
“No! Don’t do this! Please don’t do this! If you take my powers I won’t be worth anything to you.”
“Really. I was just kidding. You mean you will lose you powers if I put my rod into you? Bullshit.”
It was bullshit. But Katie grasped at any straw presented to her. “No,” she lied. “Sexual intercourse cancels my powers.”
“You lying twat,” Oberg said. But there was an element of doubt in his voice. “Jakes,” he yelled. “Get over here.”
Jakes was the complete opposite of Oberg, standing a good head taller, but he was no less menacing. He had been watching the scene between Oberg and Katie from a few feet away. “What’s up, boss?”
“You heard what the heroine bitch just said. Any truth to it?”
“Why don’t we just check her pussy? If she’s a fucking virgin she should still have her cherry.”
Oberg coloured a little. It was clear he was embarrassed by not having thought of that himself. He stepped toward Katie and inserted his index finger into her vagina.
“You lying bitch,” Oberg said. “You’re about as virgin as a cat in heat. I’m going to teach you not to lie to me.”
His belt was still unbuckled and he drew it from the loops in his pants. Katie swallowed. Compared to the brutal torture she had endured, being beaten with a belt was a minor punishment, but it was certainly something she wasn’t looking forward to, even if it meant it delayed Oberg’s other plans.
“You don’t want to mark her, boss,” objected Jakes. “She’ll lose value if she’s marked.”
“Don’t worry. Nothing I do to her will be permanent. I’m just going to warm up her ass a little.” Oberg stepped behind Katie and raised the belt.
Autumn clenched her teeth as Oberg made contact the first time. The belt struck hard across the curve of her backside. She held still, forcing her body not to respond. But even though she was a superheroine, without her powers she was just a defenceless nineteen year old girl. She held out until the fifteenth blow and then she screamed for mercy.
“Aaaahh! Stop! Please stop!”
“What’s the matter, Autumn?” He made her name sound like a he was describing filth. “Can’t take a little S & M? Not much of a heroine without your powers are you?” He swung his belt again; harder this time.
“Aaahhh! Aaaahhh!” Autumn screamed and kept on screaming, jerking her body wildly with every blow.
Oberg stopped at twenty five. He was far too aroused to continue beating her longer than that. “Now it’s time to give that tight pussy a workout,” he said as he eagerly opened his pants. Jakes moved closer. Now the boss was doing something that really interested him.
“Oh god no,” thought Katie. “This is really going to hurt! I’ve got to escape.” Oberg moved in front of her and positioned himself between her splayed thighs. Jakes moved behind her and placed his hands on each of her breasts.
“You’re going to be the meat in a sex sandwich heroine. But don’t worry. Jakes and me are going to throw in some salami,” Oberg joked.
“No,” Katie protested again. “No!” She had to find a way to escape. “Teleport,”she thought. “Teleport!” She called on her unreliable power without success. She had never been able to make it work more than once and in almost all situations it functioned only in the gravest emergency, when something in her triggered it.
Oberg placed his hands over her backside, steadying her. His engorged phallus was now tickling her vulva. “Teleport!” Katie screamed mentally. “Please get me out of here.”
“Unngghh!” Oberg drove into her, splitting her vulval lips. “No!” she screamed. Then her voice went up an octave as Jakes rammed into her from behind.
“Aaaahh!” she screamed as she was reamed from both sides. The pain as the tender membranes of her vagina and anus were ravaged was incredible. But it was the humiliation of losing her honour once more that was uppermost in her mind. Taken like a street whore, she was helpless to stop the two thugs from having their way with her.
“No! Stop!” she screamed. “Stop hurting me!”
“Not much of a heroine, boss,” Jakes said to his partner. “She’s crying like a virgin!”
“More than tight enough to be one,” Oberg grunted. He gripped Katie’s flexing backside even harder and sank his member even deeper into her.
“Aaahhhhh!” Katie screamed again and then suddenly everything blurred into blackness. There was the now familiar feeling of wrenching disorientation, and then she passed out.
“Who is she, Mr. Garrison? How did she get here? Where are her clothes? Eww, gross her legs are all bloody.”
“Now stand back children. This is something you shouldn’t see. Stan, why don’t you get the principal? Kyle, get a few towels. We have to cover her.”
Katie opened her eyes. There was a moment of confusion and then she attempted to cover her naked body. She recognized where she was. She was in the gymnasium of Parkdale Elementary, the school she had attended as a child. And she was surrounded by a couple of dozen very interested elementary students who were giving her naked charms a good looking over. Bending over her was a bespectacled gray-haired teacher who was trying very hard not to ogle her breasts.
Jumping to her feet, Katie desperately tried to cover her body with her hands. Then realizing that was impossible she did the next best thing and dashed for the door. Once outside she levitated straight up and headed for home.
“God damn it.” she thought. “It’s bad enough that I get captured, flogged, raped, and fucked up the ass, but I end up naked in front of a classroom of impressionable pre-teens. This will be all over the media before tonight. I can just imagine the headlines: School Shocked by Superheroine! This is just what I need.”
It took her only minutes to reach her home. “This is something else I’m going to lose,” she muttered. “I can’t live here anymore. Not after this. I need a new identity.”
She headed up to her bedroom and rummaged through a drawer until she found a hidden compartment in the bottom. She drew out an old costume. “This old thing again,” she said aloud. She looked down at her legs. “Guess I better wash the blood off before I deal with those assholes.” She headed for the washroom.
Other than the blood, there was little sign of her ordeal. Her powers of recovery were formidable. It took her only minutes to clean herself up and dress. Then she headed for the warehouse where she had been captured.
“We oughta get out of here, boss,” Jakes urged.
“What for?” Oberg replied. “I don’t know how that teenage supertit managed to get away, but I don’t think she’ll be a problem.”
“But she’s a superheroine.” Jakes looked worriedly at the ceiling as if he was afraid Autumn might come crashing through at any second.
“I doubt she’ll dare to show up. She knows we’ve got the field generator. If she does we’ll just finish what we started with her.”
Jakes did not agree, but did not argue further with his boss. Instead he looked for a fast way out of the building just in case Oberg was wrong.
At that moment there was a thunderous sound from outside the
warehouse. “What the
fu…” Oberg began. And
then the entire wall of the warehouse caved in as a semitrailer truck tore
through the wall. For a second
both men thought that it was headed right for them, but they soon saw that
it was being driven toward the field
generator.
“Christ,” Jakes yelled, and then the truck slammed into the generator, picking it up and crushing it again the concrete block wall of the warehouse. There was a shower of sparks just before the wall collapsed under the impact, bringing the careening vehicle to a complete halt.
As they watched, bewildered, the door to the truck creaked open and the heroine they had vanquished stepped out. Her costume was a bit torn, but other than that the crash appeared to have had little effect on her. “Alright you bastards,” Autumn said. “Now we’ve got a little unfinished business to settle.”
Both men ran for the exit, but the heroine leaped over their heads and landed in front of them. Planting her hands on her hips, she bared the way. “Oh no you don’t,” she said. “I have a score to settle with you two.”
It was about that time that Oberg wet himself.
“You going to charge her,” lieutenant?” asked Police Detective Rawlins.
“What for?” Lieutenant Dodge answered. “Teaching a couple of rapists a lesson? I’d say they got off easy. It’s going to be quite a job for the docs though, getting those heavy springs out of their butts.”
“Must hurt like hell,” Rawlins said.
Dodge laughed. “Yeah I bet it does. Feel like a doughnut and a cup of coffee?”