The Adventures of Autumn

The Adventures of Autumn

A Session With Doctor Dread

L’Espion with Melissa Gallant

Chapter 2 Dr. Dread

“Mmmmm” Autumn moaned as she regained consciousness. “This can’t be good.” The thought was prompted by the fact that she was suspended by her wrists from the ceiling, her feet dangling six inches above the floor. She also had what felt like the worst hangover she had ever had; even worse than the time she and two of her grade ten classmates had polished off an entire forty pounder of gin. She had been sick for two days after that and the very mention of lime mix had made her queasy for the next two years. Then it slowly came back to her – the bust, the cocaine, the blow to the head.

“Well, well, the little white bitch is awake. You have a nice nap, bitch?”

Autumn carefully turned her head in the direction of the voice. The pounding between her ears would not allow for anything else. Facing her was the young black man who had slugged her and with him were several others, one or two of them sporting dark bruises. She swallowed, nervously, recognizing some of her handiwork. The glowering faces of her captors did not promise much in the way of mercy.

Swallowing was not as easy as it might have been. Her throat was as dry as hot sand. Her discomfort was compounded by the rhythmic pounding in her head and the unnatural position of her body. How long had she been hanging from the ceiling? Her arms and shoulders ached abominably and the top part of her costume had worked its way down until her areolas showed.

The man who had hit her stepped forward. “You got some angry niggas here, bitch. We tired of you heroines buttin’ into our bizness. You need to be taught a lesson.”

The other gang members closed around her, presenting her with a sea of angry dark faces. Autumn swallowed again, her body breaking out into a cold sweat. She had seen that look on the faces of men before and the result had never been pleasant.

“Let’s see what we got,” the man said. He reached out and yanked down the top of her costume, exposing her torso to the waist.

“What a nice pair of pink titties,” one of the other men commented. “Jest look at them things; they can’t be real.”

The man who had hit her reached out and cupped her left breast, giving it a hard squeeze. “Oh they be real, alright. Jest give ‘em a feel.”

Autumn fought to control her fear as half a dozen hands fondled her body. It was certainly not the first time she had been subjected to such an indignity, but it always terrified her. She held as still as she could while her breasts were squeezed and pinched and then a booming voice sounded throughout the room.

“What the hell are you doing?” a deep voice rumbled. “I thought I told you to watch her and then tell me when she woke up. Not use her as your personal source of entertainment.”

Autumn jerked her head in the direction of the newcomer. Her eyes widened in disbelief as one of the largest black men she had ever seen entered the room. To say he was massive would have been an understatement. He stood at least seven feet tall and probably weighed at least four hundred pounds. However, to Autumn what was even more remarkable was the fact that the thick ghetto accent that distinguished her other captors was entirely absent.

“Oh god,” she thought, “I’ve been captured by Darth Vader.” Visions of the interrogation scene in the original Star Wars film flashed into her mind. She had always wondered what the interrogation droid had done to Princess Leia, her vivid imagination and personal experience filling her mind with graphic images of torture and sexual abuse. It was hardly reassuring considering her current situation.

“You are something else aren’t you?” the giant rumbled. “You inhaled enough snow to build your own ice palace and you’re still alive. I’m going to have to find out what makes you tick.” Slowly the giant walked about her in a slow circle, studying her from every angle.

“Remove the rest of her costume,” he ordered. Eager hands tore at what was left of her outfit, stripping off her boots and ripping apart what was left of her top and bikini bottom.

“I ain’t nevah seen so much white skin,” one of the thugs marveled. “I’d sure like to get my hands of some of that.”

“And you may succeed in that aspiration,” the giant rumbled, “but only after I have properly investigated her.”

Autumn’s taut body turned in a slow circle. The pain in her arms and shoulders was excruciating and droplets of sweat trickled down her smooth body to stain the concrete floor. Through the fog of pain and the confusion caused by her massive drug overdose, she realized what she was looking at, the ghetto gang leader who called himself Dr. Dread; a man who disguised his thirst for violence and power beneath a very thin veneer of civilized behaviour. Dressed in suits that represented three months income for the average inhabitant of the ghetto, Dread was an image of what every young homey desired to be, but had almost no chance of achieving. In the violent world of the ghetto drug trade there was room for only one at the top and Dr. Dread made sure than any potential rivals were quickly eliminated.

“What a set of hooters,” one of the sidekicks leered. “I wonder what they taste like?”

Dread slowly circled Autumn’s sweating body, ignoring the moronic comment for a few seconds before slowly replying. “I doubt that an idiot like you will have a chance to find out. Now get out of here before I decide to use your backside for target practice.”

“How is it,” Dread asked, stopping directly in from of the anguished heroine, “that such a slip of a girl can have caused me so much trouble? It is said that you have super powers. If that is so why you were so easily captured?”

Autumn swung slowly in her silent agony. It would do her no good to answer Dread’s taunts and so she said nothing, but her anguish must have been obvious as was evidenced by Dread’s next comment.

“It’s the snow isn’t it? You’re so hopped up on cocaine you can’t think straight. So much for superheroine invulnerability.”

Autumn moaned softly. Her mouth was so dry that her tongue was swollen and her throat felt like sandpaper. But even worse than her craving for water was the hunger for cocaine. She had no idea of how much of the drug she had breathed in, but whatever the amount it had somehow reacted with her system strongly enough to form an instant addiction. It was something that Dread was quick to realize.

“Strange that you are so strongly tied to the drug after just one session. But it is an interesting weakness. I wonder just how much your need to satisfy your desire for the drug will modify your behaviour.”

He walked about her in a complete circle, studying her like some zoological exhibit. “Yes,” he mused, “it might be a very interesting experiment. First, however, I am going to satisfy a basic urge. Something I have always wanted to do with an interfering superheroine.”

“Cut her down,” he ordered, “and take her to my quarters. I will entertain her for the next few hours.”

Autumn whimpered as she was lowered to the floor. The pain in her arms and shoulders flared in intensity as her arms were returned to a normal position. Although she now had her feet on the floor she was far from being able to take on the thugs that took her under the arms and walked her from the room. Her superheroine strength was gone and would remain so until she could somehow get clear of the electrical field that took away her powers and rendered her mortal.

“You think he’ll let us fuck this white ho?” one of the men dragging her asked. “I sure would like to get some of that white pussy.”

“The doctor always be willin’ to share. We get all the white pussy we wants once he be through with her.”

The conversation filled Autumn with despair. She knew that she had to escape, but was incapable of any action that might help her. She could only stumble forward as she was led through the interior of Dread’s headquarters.

Dread was waiting for her as she was escorted through the door. With a wave of his hand he dismissed his henchmen. “I’ll call you when I’m finished. Stay close in case I need you.”

What he might need them for Autumn had no idea. She could barely stand and Dread could have done anything he wanted with her, but she was to be granted a temporary reprieve. “The bathroom is through there,” Dread rumbled, pointing to a door in the side of the room. “Get yourself cleaned up. You have one hour.”

Autumn staggered through the door. She found herself in a luxurious bathroom the centerpiece of which was an enormous bathtub almost large enough to swim in. Remembering Dread’s deadline, however, she ignored the tub and turned on the high-tech shower. A dozen streams of warm water filled the glass chamber and she slipped into the warm spray. It was like being in heaven. The warm water washed the filth and sweat from her body and temporarily restored her, but she was ever mindful of why she was there. Waiting outside the bathroom was a villain whose reputation for brutality was unsurpassed. Even as she stepped from the shower there was a hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach. But there was nothing for it. There was no other place to go.

She saw that there were a number of soft robes hanging in the bathroom. Apparently Dread had entertained female guests before. Whether they were willing or not she had no idea. She selected one in her size and put it on. Then she turned to the floor length mirror and combed out her tan hair.

The image that looked back at her showed a frightened girl trying very hard to be brave. Shoulder length hair framed a pretty face and the robe gaped open slightly to reveal a pair of large natural breasts. Quickly she pulled the robe tighter, realizing that very little of what she did would matter very much once she left the room. She looked at her hands and noted that they were shaking, both from fear and the effects of the drug. Deep inside her was a harsh craving, and a sheen of sweat broke out on her brow. Gathering her will she forced back the hunger for the drug. If she was to endure what waited for her she would have to be strong. She turned from the mirror. Gathering her courage she stepped from the bathroom and back into the bedroom.

Dread was waiting for her. While she had showered and changed he had undressed and wore a vivid oriental robe that made him resemble a black sumo wrestler. He rose from his chair as she entered and moved toward her. “Well,” he rumbled, “you clean up nicely. Now come over here.”

Autumn refused to move. If she was to be raped she would make Dread work for it. She stood waiting, her hands at her side, trying to hide her trembling. Although her powers were gone, she was not entirely defenseless. She had trained extensively in martial arts and was quite capable of defending herself against most opponents, but the man she faced outweighed her three to one and was not known for following Marquis of Queensbury rules.

“Afraid, heroine? What was it you call yourself? Autumn? A strange name for a heroine. Well, Autumn, you are about to fall.” Dread lifted something and pointed to toward her. Autumn noticed that it was a strange-looking gun and then he pulled the trigger,

“Uuhhh!” Autumn stared stupidly at the dart that protruded from her right breast, and then she gasped as an incredible euphoric surge swept through her body. It was identical to the feeling that had overcome her when the cocaine bomb had gone off next to her, but if anything almost more intense. If left her helpless to respond to what happened next.

Dread crossed the room and seizing the lapels of her robe stripped it from her body; and then he dragged her toward the bed.

“Nnoo!” Autumn protested, but she was unable to do more than protest. Like an infant she was picked up and tossed onto the bed. Lying face up, she saw her nude body reflected in a mirror attached to the ceiling and then her image was obscured by Dread’s gigantic bulk.

“Please…” she pleaded and then cried out in terror as Dread forced her legs apart. “Nnooo! Nooo!” she cried. She was completely terrified and realized dimly that there had been something more than cocaine in the drug Dread had shot into her. Somehow all of her courage had fled her, leaving her a frightened, helpless little girl. She was no virgin. She should not have been acting like this, but in spite of her best efforts to pull herself together she could not control her fear.

“Nnnooo! Unnnghh!” Her cry of fear and then pain told of her defeat as Dread pinned her to the bed. Then with deliberate slowness he used the tip of his engorged phallus to part the lips of her labia.

“Aaahhh!” Autumn cried out as Dread entered her, her normal revulsion at being raped greatly increased by the unreasoning fear that clamped her mind. The pain was as ugly as anything she had ever experienced and Dread’s ardour seemed insatiable as he thrust into her. The invading penis was like a spike being driven into her and she moaned with every inch of penetration. Then he withdrew slightly and began to thrust eagerly in and out of her, every movement of his huge body causing her exquisite agony.

Holding her tight, he penetrated her deeply, arching her back and then bending his head to savage her breasts. Autumn screamed again and then whimpered in relief as he suddenly pulled out of her. However, her respite was short-lived. Her ravaged vagina throbbing in pain she shouted in protest as he picked her up like a doll and flipped her over. “Oh no! Please don’t!”

Dread laughed mockingly as he held her down. “If you think that hurt, baby; then you’re really going to enjoy this.”

Autumn tried to break free, but Dread grabbed her hair with one hand while pinning her in place with the other. The cold touch of lubricant on her anus sent a spasm of fear through her and then she felt the tip of his phallus touch her tiny sphincter. Desperately she tightened the muscles of her anus, denying his entry, but the huge thug leaned into her, using his weight to force his way into her.

“Aaagghh!” Autumn cried as the tip of his phallus entered her anal cavity. Then she shrieked in agony as the huge organ impaled her. Without thinking she arched her back straining against the terrible pain, and accidentally offering up her body for further pleasure. Dread cupped her breasts, crushing the firm flesh between fingers the size of sausages. The act elicited another cry of pain, but it was just once of many as Dread proceeded to enjoy her for the next few hours, raping her both vaginally and anally again and again.

The ordeal left her exhausted, humiliated, and bleeding. But Dread wasn’t through with her yet. Still throbbing with agony, she lay on the bed, panting like she had just run a marathon. Dread climbed off her and walked across the room. He returned with a syringe a minute later. Too beaten to move, Autumn could only stare in helpless horror as he injected her again.

“There,” Dread said, his voice rumbling in satisfaction. “That should do for now. In a few hours we’ll see how it works. If I guess right I should have you begging me to fuck you.”

Autumn hung her head. Already she could feel the insidious drug coursing through her veins. In spite of what had been done to her it gave her a feeling of euphoria that she could not control. She moaned. “Oh god,” she thought. “What is he turning me into?”

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