The Adventures
of Autumn
Episode
3. The Return of Darkstorm
L’Espion
with Melissa Gallant
Email:
Lespion@msn.com
Chapter
2
Shadowcloud kept her face impassive as she listened to the impassioned plea of her lawyer. Lawyers; in spite of her contempt for the profession the vicious and beautiful arch-criminal had to admit that they were sometimes useful.
“Your honour,” the lawyer’s voice rose to an emotional climax. “My client is being held in inhumane conditions, deprived of access to natural light, fresh air, and a view of the sky. It is our contention that such treatment is in contravention of her basic rights under the constitution and constitutes cruel and unusual punishment.”
Shadowcloud stifled a yawn. She would have liked to put her hand over her mouth, but her arms were shackled behind her back. As a matter of fact she was wearing so many restraints that it was difficult for her to sit in the hard wooden chair that had been provided for her. Her prison escort and the Grand Capital police were taking no chances with her, which was precisely why, one year after her capture and imprisonment, that she was still in prison.
Escape from her underground cell was theoretically impossible. Her cell, if that was an appropriate term to describe the room they had placed her in, was made of solid steel. The walls and ceiling were electrified, painfully so as she had found out when she tested the strength of the current. There was no door or window, just a hole in the ceiling that led to a fifty foot shaft covered by a heavy metal grate. Both the shaft and the grate were also electrified. In addition she was on camera 24-7. As a consequence she had become well versed in the characters of every soap opera and television drama she was allowed to watch. But it was not her idea of an existence, especially since she was serving a twenty year sentence. She realized now that referring to the judge and jury as a bunch of “idiot goat-fuckers” during her trial had not been the best defence strategy. She had to escape and in order to do that she needed to be moved to a less secure prison cell, hence her current courtroom appearance.
Her eyes fixed on the judge as her lawyer finished her argument. The D.A. had already had his say, describing her as a psychopathic homicidal maniac with paranoid tendencies amplified by schizophrenia and compounded by extreme sado-masochistic tendencies. Shadowcloud thought that was a bit much. “Asshole,” she thought. “Wait until I get out. I’m going to pay him a visit. I’ll tie his prick in a knot and twist his balls until they burst.”
The judge spoke. “After careful consideration of the evidence, the court finds that the conditions of imprisonment are indeed a violation of Miss Knight’s constitutional rights. It is ordered that she be transferred to a conventional prison cell as soon as possible.”
Shadowcloud suppressed a grin. Thank god for the constitution. She got to her feet with a clank of restraints as she was led from the courtroom. She went quietly. Once she was back in a conventional prison cell there would be more than enough time for some good old-fashioned violence.
William Skeld carefully read the court transcript. So Shadowcloud was now being transferred to a normal prison high security unit. He shook his head. How could the authorities be so damned stupid? The women was possessed of the most twisted personality he had ever had the pleasure of encountering – next to his own. No normal prison could hold her and he strongly expected that a world with Shadowcloud on the loose would be a world that was much less safe for him. That meant it was time for him to walk. He had hoped that his appeal might lead to his release. After all, he had the best battery of lawyers money could buy working on his case. They had come up with quite a few interesting legal technicalities that might get him out, but with Shadowcloud likely to break out he was now in a bit of a hurry. It was time for plan B.
Guard Rick Bronson caught the nod Skeld gave him. He touched his finger to his nose indicating that everything was as arranged. In a few minutes Skeld’s electronically locked cell would be unlocked. At the same time the cameras monitoring him on a 24 hour basis would fail just long enough for the master criminal to make his way to an area of the prison that was normally frequented only by guards. Now all that was needed was a distraction.
The riot in the cafeteria broke out right on cue. Bronson had to hand it to Skeld, whatever he arranged seemed to happen. He waited in the secure area. A few seconds later Skeld appeared. Bronson handed him a guard’s uniform and an ID badge. “We’ve got two minutes,” he said. “Then we go into lockdown. No one gets in or out.”
Skeld nodded. He and Bronson moved rapidly through the outer area of the prison. The outer door was unlocked as arranged. It was a short sprint to the waiting car and Skeld was away. It was not the situation he would have preferred. Now he was an escaped felon. It meant that he would not be able to move about in public, but it was better than rotting in prison. Now there was just one more thing he had to arrange.
Shadowcloud slipped silently over the wall. It had been much easier than she had thought it would be. She hadn’t even had to kill a single guard, just maim a few of them. Now she was on her way to freedom, the sirens of the prison screaming behind her.
She sprinted across the field, avoiding the searchlights that swept across the open area. In a few more strides she would be into the shrubbery and out of sight. She laughed as she entered the wooded area several hundred feet from the prison. They might just as well have handed her the keys to her cell. Placing her in a conventional isolation cell had been a complete waste of time. It had taken her only seconds to cut through the cell lock with her razor edged claws. A quick kick had slammed open the door and she was into the cell corridor before the surprised guards had time to react. Now she was over the wall, across the field and into the woods. She was free!
“Uuhhnnn!” The shock was paralyzing, driving her to her knees, but it didn’t take her out. She staggered to her feet and was hit three more times. This time she went down and stayed down. She was not unconscious, in spite of the fact that she had been hit four times with a heavy duty Taser. But the hypodermic syringe that was jabbed into her arm put her out. As she slipped into unconsciousness she wondered vaguely who had taken her out and then she knew only darkness.
Shadowcloud awoke to buzzing sound. At first she thought it was some sort of machinery and then she realized that the sound was coming from between her ears. She shook her head, trying to clear it and then heard a voice she had come to know only too well.
“Awake, you cat-clawed whore?” Shadowcloud opened her eyes and stared directly into the eyes of Darkstorm.
“You bastard,” she growled. “Let me go or I’ll rip your balls off.”
“I’m sure you’d like to do that which is why you are my temporary guest.”
“Guest?” Shadowcloud tried to move and found as she had guessed that she could not. She was lying face up, stretched like the spokes of a wheel across a heavy metal ring. Her wrists were inserted into clamps in the ring and locked in place so that she could not twist her wrists. It prevented her from manipulating her fingers and using her claws to shear through the metal. Her body held in the shape of an X left her open to sexual invasion, and sex was a distinct possibility considering that all of her clothing had been removed.
She struggled without thinking, but found that she could not move. Her ankles were also imprisoned by a device similar to the one that clamped her wrists. “What do you want with me?” she asked. Her heartbeat had accelerated abnormally as she realized how neatly Darkstorm had captured her. His men must have been waiting for her in the woods when she made her break. She had run right into them.
“Why, my dear,” Darkstorm answered, “I am going to kill you, but first I have promised my men a little treat.” He chuckled, a low humourless sound that sent shivers down Shadowcloud’s spine.
“You son-of-a-bitch let me go,” Shadowcloud responded, twisting her powerful body in a vain attempt to break free.
Darkstorm leered at her. “My god you’re beautiful,” he said. He cupped one of her perfect hemispherical breasts and tweaked the nipple. “I think I’ll have a go at you myself.”
“Go to hell you cocksucker,” Shadowcloud raged. She was not opposed to having sex, but she wanted it on her terms. Having it forced on her in a gang rape was far from her idea of a good time.
“That’s not fair,” Darkstorm responded coolly. “I’ve never sucked a cock in my life.” He laughed; “I’ve always liked that joke.” Shadowcloud strained her lithe body as he began to unbuckle his pants.
Shadowcloud broke into a cold sweat. She had been through this before and the thought of being raped and humiliated once more terrified her. “Why are you doing this, you bastard?”
“Let’s just say that we don’t get along,” Darkstorm replied. He had removed his pants and moved between her thighs. In a few seconds he would take her and she was helpless to prevent it.
“No, wait,” she begged. “Let’s talk about it. We were partners once.”
“Yes,” Darkstorm replied, maneuvering between her thighs, “and you betrayed me. Now I am going to have a little revenge.”
“No, please,” Shadowcloud pleaded. Her fear had increased as she saw a number of men had gathered to watch Darkstorm rape her. Their carnal interest filled her with dread. “You can’t do this to me. I promise I won’t do anything to hurt you.”
“That is one promise I’m going to make sure you keep,” Darkstorm answered. He leaned forward and gripped her breasts. Then squeezing hard he thrust into her.
“Uggh!” Shadowcloud grunted as Darkstorm penetrated her. The pain of the violation, however, was as nothing compared to the humiliation of being sexually degraded in front of the drooling audience of Dasrkstorm’s men and the taunts of the master criminal as he took her.
“Tight bitch,” Darkstorm grunted. “It’s hard to believe you’re such a slut.”
He squeezed her breasts hard as he rammed into her. “God, you’re a great fuck. Tighter than a fifteen-year-old.”
Shadowcloud’s only reply was a gasp as one of the men surrounding her pinched her nipples. As if acting on a signal the rest of the henchman began to paw at her exquisite body, squeezing and pinching at whatever part of her they could reach. Darkstorm continued to plunge in an out of her, groaning with pleasure as he slowly reached climax.
Eventually with an animal cry, Darkstorm shot his milk into her. Pulling back he made way for his henchman who took her one after the other. Darkstorm sat back watching the humiliation of the hated cat-woman. If it had not been for her he would not have spent almost a year in prison and been exposed to the world as a master criminal. With satisfaction he witnessed the agony of her rape. But there was still one more thing he wanted to do.
Shadowcloud lay panting with exhaustion as the last man finished with her. Her long, curvaceous body was covered with bruises from the incessant and brutal fondling she had been forced to endure, and she stank of semen. Demoralized by the ordeal, she now felt real fear as she realized that once Darkstorm was done with her then he would carry out his promise to kill her. Unfortunately, death was not all that Darkstorm had in mind for her.
She groaned as Darkstorm touched a button and turned the great wheel so that she hung vertically. “Now, whore,” the villain announced, “I’m going to give you one last lesson before you die. I should point out that this is all being recorded. I have no doubt that it will be a best-selling snuff film”
He moved behind her, but Shadowcloud had not missed the long lash he held in his right hand. Exhausted and beaten from her sexual ordeal, Shadowcloud whimpered in fear as Darkstorm drew his arm back. The lash cracked through the air and ripped the skin from her back. She resisted the first five blows before she screamed for mercy, but after that every blow brought a cry of pain until finally she was left hanging semiconscious, even her incredible powers of healing failing before the brutality of the flogging.
“Take her down,” Darkstorm ordered, tossing aside the bloody lash.
Shadowcloud was barely conscious, and hung limply as Darkstorm’s henchmen removed her from the wheel. She was dimly aware of heavy shackles being draped about her bloodied body. Then she was brutally awakened by electrical probes. “Get up, bitch,” Darkstorm ordered. “We’re going to find out how well you can swim with a couple of hundred pounds of iron wound around you.”
Under the constant electrical prodding, Shadowcloud was forced forward. Only her incredible strength and stamina allowed her to move at all. The torment of walking under a weight of chain greater than her body weight almost finished her. Only the brutal electrical stimulation kept her going, that and Darkstorm’s threats of immediate death if she faltered. It was probably the most brutal ordeal of her life. Her arms manacled behind her, and with additional chains secured to her ankles, neck, and waist, she staggered through Darkstorm’s hideout, finally reaching the garage. Shoved into a waiting panel van, she was shocked into a semi-conscious state while the vehicle drove to their intended destination.
They drove for an hour. Bleeding and racked with pain, Shadowcloud lay helpless as her end neared. Barely able to move, she wondered at the length of the drive. Darkstorm’s comment about seeing how well she could swim had her expecting to be taken to the Grand Capital dock region so it was with some surprise that when the van stopped and the door was opened, she detected no trace of sea air.
“Out, bitch,” Darkstorm ordered. He emphasized his command with another jolt of electrically applied to her buttocks. Groaning under the weight of chain, Shadowcloud rolled out of the van. A cool breeze caressed her naked body, but if was the sight of the abyss before her that caught her attention. Her knees buckled and she slumped to the ground as she realized what Darkstorm had planned for her.
“Pick her up,” Darkstorm ordered. Two men hauled her to her feet, and then as she struggled in their grasp they forced her forward.
Shadowcloud teetered on the edge of a deep
gorge.
“
“No,” she moaned. “Please don’t do this. I promise to go away and never bother you again.”
“Too late, whore,” Darkstorm answered. “You should have thought of that before you decided to betray me. You cost me a year in the slammer. Now it’s goodbye.”
“NO!” Shadowcloud protested. With newfound strength she resisted as she was forced closer to the precipice, but the weight of chain that she wore and her still weak condition left her unable to escape her fate. For a second she balanced on the edge of the gorge and then with a scream that lasted until she hit the water she toppled forward and into oblivion.
“Now,” said Darkstorm, “there’s just Autumn. Shadowcloud got off easy compared to what I have planned for her.”
“Mmmmm,” Katie murmured as she deep-throated her lover, swallowing his phallus almost to the limit of its full eight inches.
“Oh god, babe,” Will Ames moaned as she massaged his organ, “your superheroine talents extend to more than just taking out villains.”
Katie allowed Will’s member to slip from her mouth while she stroked his perineum. “Ahh!” Will gasped.
“I thought after last night that you deserved something special,” Katie purred.
Will groaned again as Katie resumed her oral stimulation. For a supposedly prim and proper superheroine she was awfully good in bed. Apparently her sexual experiences as a victim of several brutal captors had not been entirely wasted.
“I hope I haven’t been bad,” Katie simpered, as she crawled across to him, her heavy breasts just inches from his face.
“Far from it you’ve been good, very very good,” Will replied, “and you need to be rewarded for that.” He cupped her ample left breast and squeezed the soft flesh.
Katie arched her back slightly her body language inviting Will to continue. She loved having her breasts squeezed when she made love and loved bondage even more. Paradoxically, in spite of the brutality she had experienced at the hands of the criminals who had captured her she found the feeling of helplessness she experienced when bound to be incredibly erotic.
“I assume from that our little experiment was successful?” Will said as he bound her wrists with a length of soft cord.
“I’ll never tell,” Katie answered. “You’ll have to torture it out of me.” She was breathing heavily as will pretended to force her arms over he head so that he could tie them to the headboard. She could have broken his back with almost no effort, but it was the pretended helplessness that aroused her. As Will finished tying her she gave a little moan of pleasure.
“So you won’t tell,” Will growled, playing the game. “You’ll have to be punished for that.” He spread her willing legs. There was no need for further stimulation; Katie was already so wet she was afraid she would spring a leak.
Katie cried out as Will penetrated her. Locking her powerful legs about his waist, she used her heels to pull him deep within her. Writhing in carnal ecstasy she experienced an explosive orgasm in less than ten minutes.
“Well, you’re a happy camper,” Will said later, as he lay beside her. He gently kissed her left nipple and then her lips.
“Well, I should be,” Katie whispered. She was no longer lashed to the bed and cuddled closer to her lover. “I rescued two women and took down a bunch of low lifes. You have no idea how much I hate what men do to women.”
“Really? You seemed to be enjoying what I was doing well enough,” Will replied.
“Well, in the case of men who build electronic counter devices for me I am willing to make an exception.” Katie looked at her lover. He was not the man she had always dreamed about physically, being rather tall and gawky, but she had bonded almost instantly with the tall computer nerd. They had met by chance when Katie had gone to an electronics show looking for something to overcome her weakness. Will had been there demonstrating a robot dog. One thing had led to another. Especially when Will had revealed that he had a simple solution to Autumn’s vulnerability to electrical fields. Katie understood very little of the theory other than the fact that she could cancel one electrical field with another. Her gratitude toward will had gone beyond the usual monetary reward.
And Will did had certain compensating features. His six foot six height was mirrored by the length and breadth of a certain very useful appendage, and his endurance was quite remarkable. Katie rolled closer to him, her fingers closing about his limp member. “Come on lover. Let’s see if I can put some life into you.” She felt the organ stiffen even as she spoke and for the next few hours she showed him the most important fringe benefit of having a superheroine for a girlfriend.
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