Shadowcloud

by L'Espion

 

Chapter 2  Taming the Cat

 

“Eeaagh!”  Shadowcloud could no longer conceal her torment.  Vestry had been torturing her for over two hours, and while his methods were subtle, the pain generated by them was not. 

 

She was blindfolded.  Apparently Vestry understood exactly the sexual aura generated by her cat-like stare and wanted no repeat of what had happened to the guard outside the door of the interrogation room.  Her arms were stretched out from her sweat-covered naked body at an angle of forty-five degrees and secured to chains that dangled from the roof.  Vestry had made sure that the metal bracelets on her wrist that connected to the chains were so arranged that she could not reach them with her claws, even when they were fully extended. 

 

Her legs were spread wide by chains attached to her ankles that forced all of her weight onto her hips joints, splitting her like a ballerina.  The flexibility of her body allowed her to adopt the position with ease, but supporting all of her body weight created extreme pain in her hips.  She was able to alleviate the discomfort only by taking some of the weight onto her arms. 

 

 “Aaaggh!” She screamed again.  Now that she had done it once it was much easier to give in once again.  She had bravely endured more than an hour of torture with only her laboured breathing giving any indication of the agony she was in, but now she could now longer hold it in.

 

“Eaaggg!”  This time her screamed ended in a broken sob as the jolts of high voltage electricity surged through her breasts and genitalia.  Vestry had prepared her well, and taken great pleasure in his work.

 

“I’ve never skinned a cat,” he had said as he placed the first alligator clamp on her left nipple, but I think I’m going to enjoy taming one.”  Shadowcloud had winced as the clamp cut cruelly into the soft flesh of her nipple, but other than that had given no indication that he had done anything to her.

 

“You’re very strong,” Vestry complimented her.  “That’s good; you’ll need to be strong to be part of my organization.”  He had then attached a second clip to her right nipple. 

 

Shadowcloud couldn’t see any of what was going on.  The blindfold had been the first thing that Vestry had put on her.  “That should keep you well-behaved,” he had commented as he tied the knot at the back of the cloth blindfold. 

 

He fixed clamps to the lips of her vulva next.  Four of them from what Shadowcloud could feel.  By this time she was already beginning to feel the strain in her hips and her breathing had quickened.  “You feel that my little cat?”  Vestry had taunted.  “It’s going get a lot worse before it gets better, but I intend to make you mine and this is the best way I know how.”

 

“You gutless prick,” Shadowcloud had gasped.  “Why are you doing this?”

 

“I thought I just explained that,” Vestry replied.  “I want you to do something for me and you don’t impress me as the cooperative sort.  By the time I’m finished with you I expect that you’ll willingly do anything I want.”

 

“Torturing me is supposed to make me help you?  You fucking asshole.  All it will do is make me hate you.” 

 

“It might,” Vestry agreed, “but you will be obedient.”

 

“The hell I… Aaahh!”  The first jolt of electricity caught her off guard, forcing a cry from her lips.  She had never felt anything so painful.  It felt as if red hot needles were being forced into her body.  After that it just got worse as Vestry sent jolt after jolt of electricity into her.  But she had stubbornly refused to give in as the high voltage current ripped through her.  Until now that is.  The pain seemed to increase with every surge of the current and finally she could stand it no longer.

 

“Aaaggh!” she screamed.  Her body jerked violently, scattering drops of perspiration in every direction. 

 

“Enjoying the session, hellcat?” Vestry sneered.  “It’s about to get worse.  I’ve only had the current on half power.  Let’s try it at maximum.”

 

“No!” Shadowcloud pleaded.  “No more.”  The words were forced from her, but she did not think she could endure much more punishment.

 

“You willing to cooperate?” Vestry asked.

 

“Yes,” she said, bowing her head.  She was too exhausted to resist the pain any longer.  Somehow she had to find a way to get Vestry to lower her from the chains.

 

“No,” said Vestry.  “You’re giving in a little too quickly.  But how about a little test?”

 

“What test?” Shadowcloud gasped.  “What do you want me to do?”

 

“Suck my cock.  Think you can do that?”

 

“Fuck you,” Shadowcloud replied tiredly. 

 

“We’ll do that later,” Vestry grinned.  “Sucking my cock will do for now.”

 

“I’d rather suck a dog,” Shadowcloud retorted. 

 

“I didn’t know you were into bestiality,” Vestry jeered. “But I’m afraid I can’t accommodate you.  I can, however, do this.”

 

“Eeeaaagghgh!”  If Shadowcloud had thought the pain of the first electric shocks to be severe she found that she was sadly mistaken.  The electrical current that now flowed through her eclipsed anything that had been done to her before.  She wrenched her body so violently that she almost dislocated her hips.  She screamed again and then again.

 

During the next hour she screamed herself hoarse, exhausting herself as she thrashed helplessly in a futile effort to escape the brutal torture.  When Vestry finally turned off the current, she was sobbing uncontrollably. 

 

“That’s payback for killing my men,” he said.  “Now I’m going to take a little personal revenge.”

 

Shadowcloud wept with relief as Vestry removed the painful clamps and lowered her toward the floor.  Her ordeal was over, or so she hoped.  But Vestry had one more thing planned for her.  He lowered her arms first, so that her body was parallel with the floor.  Her heavy tear-shaped breasts swung just inches from the floor and her arms were pulled painfully upward as her weight was transferred from her legs to her arms.  Now it was her shoulder joints that felt as if they were being dislocated.

 

“Oh God,” she groaned.  Why doesn’t he just let me down?

 

She found out why a few seconds later as Vestry moved between her legs.  “No!” she protested as she suddenly realized his motive. 

 

Vestry’s only reply was the sound of his zipper being pulled down.  “No!” Shadowcloud cried again and then grunted as Vestry thrust into her. 

 

“Next time I ask you to suck me I expect you to do it,” Vestry said, as he held her hips and drove his phallus forward. 

 

“Nnggh!” Shadowcloud grunted.  After the electric shock torture the pain of what he was doing to her paled into insignificance, but it still hurt, and the humiliation as she was taken was mortifying. 

 

Vestry showed impressive stamina.  He raped her steadily for over an hour before ejaculating.  By the time he was finished, Shadowcloud’s shoulder and hip joints ached so terribly that the pain in her vagina hardly seemed to matter.  She was in a haze of pain when he finally finished and spurted into her.  Barely aware of her surroundings she dimly understood that she was being lowered to the floor and detached from the chains.  But she was given no chance to escape.  She was immediately shackled once again, but this time the steel manacles that were locked onto her arms were placed above her elbows where her razor-edged claws could not reach them.  Then she was hauled to her feet, her ankles were hobbled and she was escorted back to her cell. 

 

Once there she was roughly pushed inside.  She toppled forward onto the cot and within minutes fell into an exhausted sleep.

 

 

She was allowed a few hours sleep before the next session.  At least it seemed like only a few hours.  Since the light in the cell was never turned off it was difficult to judge exactly how long she had been left alone.  She only knew that when she awoke the shackles had been removed and that there was a tray of food in the cell.  It wasn’t much.  Certainly not what she was used to, and her appetite seemed to be gone, but she forced herself to eat.  If she was subjected to any more sessions like the last she would need all of her strength. 

 

She moved very slowly, her joints still stiff and painful.  Only her superb conditioning and amazing powers of recovery enabled her to move at all.  She ate everything on the tray and then took a hot shower.  At least the cell had basic amenities.  Apparently Vestry wanted his victims cleaned of the evidence of their ordeal. 

 

She washed unhurriedly, allowing the warm water to sooth her injuries.  She was especially careful as she moved the sponge over her nether region.  In spite of the fact that being hung from the roof and tortured with electric shock had been a brutally painful experience, the sexual violation bothered her most.  It had been not only painful, but degrading.  She vowed revenge on Vestry.  If she ever escaped from her predicament she would track him down if she had to follow him to the farthest reaches of the planet. 

 

After her shower she combed out her tangled hair and lay down on the bed again.  She had not been provided with any clothing.  Naked, she waited to see what was going to happen to her next.

 

Vestry kept her guessing.  No one came near her cell for the next few hours, and she was dozing when the crash of the cell door awoke her with a thrill of fear. 

 

She rolled off the cot, but still sore from her previous session, she did not move fast enough to avoid the electric batons the guards were armed with.

 

“Ahhh! Aggh!” she cried as they attacked her with the batons.  She was given no respite.  She was shocked again and again until she was rendered insensible.  Then she was shackled and blindfolded again, and dragged from the cell. 

 

Her escorts did not threaten her with rape this time.  Nor did they comment on her naked charms.  Probably Vestry had warmed them against her.  The four men that pulled her toward the interrogation room were all business.  Two of them kept a firm grip on her and the other two menaced her with the electric batons at all times.  Even if she had not been shackled it would have been hard for her to escape.

 

“Good morning, Miss Knight.  I trust you slept well.”  Vestry’s sarcastic greeting alerted her to the fact that he was waiting for her in the interrogation room.  Mentally Shadowcloud prepared herself for another round of electric shock torture, but Vestry had something else in mind for her.

 

She was led across the room and laid on her back.  She guessed that it was some sort of padded leather table, perhaps like a doctor’s examination table, but she couldn’t tell for sure.  As she lay there she felt her arms and legs seized by at least four men and then her restraints were removed and she was strapped to the table, her arms pulled over her head and shackled at the wrists and elbows, and her legs spread to the side.  Then the blindfold was removed. 

 

Shadowcloud felt an ice-cold lump in her stomach.  She was surrounded by ten or more men and the expressions on their faces left little doubt as to their intent.  Today her session was to begin with a gang rape. 

 

“Go ahead, you bastards,” she spat.  “Take me.  Show me what big brave men you are.” 

 

“Still defiant,” Vestry grinned.  “Apparently you are going to make breaking you as enjoyable for all of us as you can.”  As he spoke he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants.  Shadowcloud’s eyes widened slightly.  She understood why she her love canal was still sore. 

 

“Do what you want you sorry bastard.  I’m sure rape is the only way you have of getting a woman.” 

 

Vestry frowned.  Shadowcloud’s remark had obviously irritated him.  “Before I’m though with you bitch, you’ll be begging me to fuck you.  And that’s a promise.”

 

“I’d rather fuck a pig,” Shadowcloud retorted.  Then she braced herself as Vestry moved between her thighs.

 

He went after her breasts first.  Her back arched on the table, Shadowcloud’s melon-sized globes were overwhelmingly tempting, and Vestry crushed the soft flesh between his fingers.  Shadowcloud clenched her jaws as Vestry mauled her.  Her breasts seemed even more sensitive than usual, not doubt due to the electric shock treatment they had received the previous day.  In a few minutes, she was breathing hard, as she fought to keep from crying out under the brutal assault.  And then tiring of his game, Vestry entered her.

 

His penetration was hard and fast in a deliberate attempt to inflict maximum pain.  Shadowcloud whimpered as he drove into her, but made no other sound.  This show of resistance seemed to anger her assailant.  “God damned bitch,” he growled.  “I’ll make you scream.”  Continuing to drive into her, he squeezed her breasts even harder and then bit down on her left breast until he drew blood. 

 

“Aaahh! You fucking asshole!”  Shadowcloud screamed.  And then things just got worse.  While Vestry continued to rape her, the other men surrounding her pinched her breasts and any other part of her body they could reach.  Within a very short time she was crying out constantly as she was assaulted from every angle. 

 

She was probably gang-raped for about five hours.  It was hard to tell for certain, but every man in the room had his turn.  At the end Shadowcloud lay exhausted, her chest heaving and her breath coming in harsh gasps.  But Vestry gave her little rest.

 

“Bring her over to the bitch tamer, boys.”  Vestry ordered as soon as the last man had had his way with her.

 

Willing hands unstrapped her from the bench, but she was given no chance to escape.  Her arms were shackled behind her at the elbows once again and she was dragged toward a strange-looking device near one wall of the room. 

 

By now, Shadowcloud’s veneer of bravado had been stripped from her.  She was little more than a frightened woman at the mercy of a bunch of rapacious thugs.  What she saw almost made her beg for mercy. 

 

The device consisted of a metal frame in the middle of which was what appeared to be a metal saddle.  However, it was a saddle with a difference.  Emerging from the centre of the saddle was a huge dildo shaped very much like a bull’s horn.  At its base it was over four inches across and it stood at least a foot tall.  It was clearly the intention of her torturers to force her onto it.

 

“You can’t put me on that,” she pleaded.  “It’ll kill me.” 

 

“That will be up to you, my little cat.  You will be in complete control.”

 

“What do you mean?” Shadowcloud asked.  Her voice trembled as she spoke.

 

Vestry smiled.  He almost had her.  Just a few more sessions and she would do anything he wanted.  “You’ll see,” he answered.  “Strap her on.”

 

“No, please,” Shadowcloud begged, but her pleas were ignored.  Held by four men she was propelled toward the torture machine and strapped in place. 

 

Her arms secured behind her, Shadowcloud could  do nothing to prevent what was happening to her.  Lifting her, the four men forced her to straddle the saddle, the huge dildo only an inch from her vulva.  Her ankles were strapped to the bottom of the machine so that she could not escape and then one of the men turned a crank and elevated the dildo until it penetrated her.  Standing as high as she could, Shadowcloud tried to avoid being impaled, but the dildo was raised until it slid into her vagina. 

 

“NO! Please stop,” she begged and to her relief and amazement they did.  But her relief was short-lived.  Vestry approached with a pair of interesting apparatus.  They looked like two hoops attached to chains, but when he got closer Shadowcloud saw that the hoops were adjustable so that they could be made larger or smaller. 

 

“Try these on for size,” Vestry said as he slipped the hoops over her breasts.  They fit snugly, and Shadowcloud whimpered slightly as he adjusted each clamp, tightening it so that it squeezed the base of her breast causing the soft flesh to bulge out. 

 

“Please don’t,” she pleaded.  She expected him to continue tightening the hoops until her breasts were almost exploding.  To her surprise he did stop, but he was not quite finished.  Lifting the chains attached to the hoops he hooked them on to a larger chain hanging from the ceiling and then pulled them tight, lifting her breasts.  The effect was painful.  She was already standing in tiptoes in an attempt to prevent the dildo from penetrating her any further and could do nothing to relieve the tension. 

 

Vestry appeared satisfied.  Stepping back he pulled up a chair and settled down to watch her.  “No, please don’t leave me like this,” Shadowcloud begged. 

 

“Oh I won’t,” Vestry chuckled.  “I’m going to sit right here and watch.”

 

“You asshole,” Shadowcloud responded.  Then she saved her breath.  It was going to take all of her strength to save herself from what vestry had done to her. 

 

She fought for as long as she could, but the pull of gravity had no trouble outlasting her.  With sweat streaming from her body, she felt her legs weakening.  Slowly they gave way, stretching her breasts and impaling her on the giant dildo.  She gave a low moan of pain and despair. 

 

A half hour later she was shrieking in agony.  “Please help me!” she begged.  “I’ll do anything.”

 

Vestry ignored her.  Slowly Shadowcloud settled onto the giant dildo, stretching her vagina to impossible dimensions and brutally squeezing her breasts.  Sobbing in agony she begged for mercy.  “Please help me!  Please!  I’ll do what ever you say!”

 

Vestry stood up.  “Beg me to let you suck my cock.” 

 

Shadowcloud swallowed her pride.  With a sob, she lowered her head.  “I’m begging you.  Please let me suck your cock.”

 

“Sorry,” Vestry replied.  “I didn’t hear that.”

 

“Let me suck your cock.  Please!”

 

“I’ll consider it if you also agree to go to bed willingly with me.”  

 

Shadowcloud burst into tears.  She was completely defeated.  “I’ll do it.  Just please help me.”  She was so choked with shame she could barely get the words out, but the pain in her breasts and vagina was excruciating. 

 

Vestry waited ten more minutes before ordering her freed.  Ten more minutes of indescribable agony as Shadowcloud’s strength gave out and the huge dildo ripped into her and her breasts were horribly stretched.  Then he gave the order.  He smiled in satisfaction.  It would be interesting to see if her powers of recovery could repair the damage done to her body from this ordeal.  Tomorrow he would find out and also collect on the promises she had made.

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