Shadowcloud

by L'Espion

 

Chapter 3  Promises

 

Shadowcloud knelt in front of Vestry.  He gloried in her humiliation, but did not entirely trust her.  Her hands were still locked securely behind her back and her ankles were tethered.  But it was her bobbing head that held his attention right now.  He had one hand tangled in her dark hair guiding her highly skilled mouth.  “Best blow job I ever hand,” he gasped. 

 

A murmur of laughter greeted his comment.  He had assembled every available man to witness the complete subjugation of his prisoner.  “Oh, baby,” he moaned.  “What a talented mouth you have.  You ever done this for a living?”

 

Shadowcloud burned.  Hatred for Vestry and what he was forcing her to do welled up in her like storm water backing up through a blocked storm drain.  But there was nothing she could do except comply with her captor’s demands.  To do otherwise was to invite agonizing torture. 

 

She was having a hard time holding down her breakfast.  She had orally stimulated a man before, but not in front of a jeering audience, and not on her hands and knees in a position of complete subjugation.  Not only that, but she did not know what else was expected of her.  She suspected Vestry was far from finished with her.  What if he forced her to service every man in the room?

 

“Ohh!” Vestry groaned.  A shudder seemed to run through his body and he shot thick cream into her mouth.  “Swallow it, baby.  Swallow it.”

 

Shadowcloud swallowed.  It took all of her self control to keep from vomiting, but she fought back her gag reflex. 

 

“Now the rest,” Vestry said.  “They’ve all earned a shot at that sweet mouth.”

 

“No!” Shadowcloud protested. 

 

“No?” echoed Vestry.  He raised one eyebrow.  The tone of his voice told Shadowcloud that he would like nothing better than to put her back on the brutal torture machine. 

 

“Not all of them,” Shadowclaw whimpered.  There are too many.”

 

“All of them,” Vestry said.  “And look like you enjoy it.”

 

Shadowcloud bowed her head.  She almost wept as the first man moved forward, a leering grin on his face.  Her humiliation was just beginning. 

 

 

Vestry could not help but admire the incredible body of the woman who bowed before him.  Her body was as sleek and deadly as that of a jungle cat.  Even with her arms secured at the elbows so that she could not use her deadly claws she radiated danger.  He relished the feeling of power this gave him.  She was kneeling in the middle of his king-sized bed.  He liked her on her knees and had ordered her to present herself that way.  The shackles holding her arms forced her prominent breasts forward, emphasizing their size and symmetry.  They were like two large white pearls, and set off her narrow waist and flaring hips perfectly. 

 

He tossed his shirt on the floor.  Tonight he was really going to enjoy her.  He would take her every way a woman was intended to be taken.  It was going to be a long and pleasurable evening.

 

Shadowcloud watched Vestry undress.  The bed she was on was large enough to entertain several women at once and from the look of the bedroom décor it probably had.  A large mirror covered most of the ceiling and there were a number of rather interesting chains dangling from the ceiling.  Arrayed on a table near the bed was a variety of sexual aids and bondage equipment.  It looked as if her “host” was prepared for a long session.  There was one strange bit of apparatus in the room.  Against one wall were several large cylinders linked to one another.  She had heard about kinky sex aids, but this seemed a little ridiculous. 

 

Vestry finished removing his clothes.  “No blindfold for you this time, babe,” he said, but don’t bother trying to use your glamour on me.  I’ve ordered the room sealed.  It’s absolutely airtight.  The only oxygen in here comes from those cylinders over there.  Anything happens to me and you suffocate.  In any case I intend to keep the shackles on you.  As you may have noticed I prefer to keep my women under control.”

 

“You mean bound and gagged you gutless pervert,” Shadowcloud thought.  But she remained her submissive posture.  Vestry thought she was broken.  The only chance she had was to lull him into a false sense of security.  Even then her chances of escape were slim as long as he kept her shackled.  Somehow she had to find a way to convince him to remove her bonds. 

 

“Let’s start with a little S & M,” Vestry said.  He picked up a light whip from the table and swished it through the air.  Properly used, it should not have been painful.  As a matter of fact it was intended to be erotic, but Vestry applied it in the most painful way possible. 

 

Using the shackles hanging from the roof he forced Shadowcloud to sit up straight by attacking a collar to her neck and pulling it tight.  She could not stand up, because he used other shackles on her ankles to keep her in a kneeling position.  Then he gave her a thorough flogging. 

 

The whip was too light to do any real damage, but Vestry swung it hard enough to remove some of her skin, and every blow stung, turning her backside bright red. 

 

“Aaah!” Shadowcloud cried, giving Vestry what he wanted.  He thought her broken, then she would act broken.  The flogging was not enough to make her scream, but she cried out anyway begging him to stop.

 

“Aaahh!  Please stop!  It hurts.  Aahh!”

 

It didn’t take long for her cries and seeming helplessness to stimulate Vestry into a huge erection.  Clambering onto the bed he took her from behind.  Shadowcloud was dry and his penetration painful, but that was no doubt what he intended.  And so she gave the appropriate response, crying out as his massive manhood violated her.

 

“Take it bitch,” Vestry crowed.  “Take it.  I’m your master now.”

 

“Aagh!” Shadowcloud responded.  Vestry redoubled his efforts, seemingly encouraged by her simulated cries of pain.  Reaching around her he seized her swinging breasts and squeezed them mercilessly.  This time she did not have to pretend that he was hurting her.  Gasping in pain she begged him to stop. 

 

“Aahh!  You’re hurting me!  I can’t take much more!  Please stop!”

 

“Not likely you bitch.”  Vestry’s voice rang with satisfaction.  He was the mighty conqueror taming the she-devil.  He slammed into her even harder and kept it up for a good forty-five minutes.

 

“That ought to hold you,” he gasped as he climbed off the bed.  He was, however, just getting warmed up.  He picked up the whip again.  He swished it lightly over her breasts and then pulling back his arm brought it down hard.

 

“Aaahh!”  There was no pretending this time.  Vestry targeted her breasts.  Thrust forward by the arch of her back, they were inviting targets for Vestry’s sadistic inclinations.  He brought the lash down again, the light flails lacerating the delicate tissues of her nipples and areolas.  Shaowcloud attempted to move away from the cruel lash, but succeeded only in tightening the collar about her throat to the point of strangulation. 

 

Vestry then changed his targeted area, delivering several lashes to her belly before switching back to her breasts.  Shadowcloud writhed under the beating, crying out repeatedly as she was cruelly tormented.  Her helpless struggles soon returned Vestry’s phallus to a state of readiness. 

 

Loosening the chain about her throat he forced her backward onto the bed and wrenched her thighs apart.  As before, he was brutally direct in his approach.  He rammed into her, penetrating her deeply and then proceeded to ravish her with vicious intensity.  Shadowcloud’s screams were even louder than before. 

 

“So,” Vestry said, during a slight respite in Shadowcloud’s violation, “who is your master, bitch?”

 

There was only one way to answer his question.  “You are, master,” Shadowcloud moaned.  “You are.”

 

Devastated by the continual rape and torture, Shadowcloud was almost at the end of her tether.  Vestry was slowly wearing her down.  If she did not find some way to convince Vestry to release her, she would soon be too weak to resist any longer.  She decided to use her glamour.  She had a plan.  It was a desperate one, but she had very little choice.

 

Vestry grunted in carnal delight.  He could not remember when he had so enjoyed humiliation and torturing a woman.  He would have to do it more often.  Adding to the pleasure was the knowledge that the young woman he was brutalizing could have killed him in an instant if she ever got loose.  Fortunately, she was securely shackled.  He had broken her spirit, but he was not stupid enough to believe that she was not still dangerous.  He would keep her shackled until he was completely sure of her.  In the meantime, further breaking her would prove most enjoyable. 

 

He climbed off the sweat and blood covered heroine.  Strangely, she seemed even more erotic and exciting than before he had physically and sexually degraded her.  She lay limply on the bed, her breasts rising and falling rapidly.  She appeared completely exhausted. 

 

“Master,” she gasped.  She seemed barely able to speak, but her yellow green eyes fixed on him with an alluring intensity.  Despite himself, he found that he was unable to look away.  “Master,” she repeated, “could I please have some water?”

 

Vestry broke the almost hypnotic connection.  God she was beautiful.  And so helpless.  She completely depended on him. He could do anything he wanted to her and he had every intention of enjoying her until she was too tired to move.  He moved to the table to carry out her request.  He was a bit parched himself and poured drink from an ice-filled pitcher he had placed on the table.  He drank deeply, and then filled a glass for her.  Holding it to her lips he saw the look of gratitude that filled her eyes.  He saw something else as well, undisguised lust.  She wanted him and wanted him badly.

 

Incredibly his manhood stiffened almost at once.  Three times in less than three hours.  The woman was like an aphrodisiac.  “Take me, master,” she whispered.  She shifted her body, laying herself open to receive him.  He didn’t need a second invitation.  Within seconds he was burying himself within her once more.

 

This time she responded with unbridled enthusiasm.  A moan of pure pleasure escaped her lips and as he thrust into her warm pleasure garden he found her pleasantly wet.  “Oh master,” she moaned.  “Take me.  Harder, deeper, faster.”

 

He did his best to comply and she thrashed wildly beneath him, driving her pelvis upward to greater facilitate his penetration.  He drove into her and she screamed in ecstasy as he bent forward to suck her engorged nipples.  “She’s mine,” Vestry thought.  “I’ve won.  The bitch is tamed.  I can use her any way I want.”  Gripping her muscular backside her drove in to the hilt.

 

Shadowcloud screamed in passion.  Her body heaved uncontrollably, and her tight vagina contracted, gripping Vestry plunging organ like a vise.  She was caught up in the carnal excitement of her own glamour.  It was a danger of using that power, but in this case a necessary one. She had to convince Vestry that she was his, body and soul, and she knew of no other way to do it. 

 

An orgasm ripped through her and Vestry groaned as her velvet pleasure walls contracted violently, squeezing his throbbing organ with startling intensity.  The bed beneath her was soaked with her sweat and she gyrated her body in an effort to wring every nuance of pleasure from the union of her body with Vestry’s. 

 

“You have beaten me, master,” she gasped.  Her breathing was ragged, forced, and her body arched as he drove even deeper.  Pain flickered across her perfect features and she screamed again as another orgasm swept her up. 

 

Vestry held her while she thrashed beneath him and called out incoherently.  “Oh, master,” she gasped at last, “I am your slave.  Do what you want with me.”

 

Vestry gazed into her eyes.  He could not help it.  Caught up in his own intense pleasure he forgot just how dangerous the woman he was entering could be.  The gleaming yellow-green orbs drew him in, exerting an almost hypnotic power.  “Release me, master.  Release your slave so I may hold you.  Release me so that you may truly take all of me.”

 

In an almost dreamlike state, Vestry went to the table and retrieved the key to the shackles.  Within seconds she was free. 

 

Shadowcloud fell back on the bed.   The relief that flooded through her was almost better than any orgasm.  For the first time in hours she was no longer shackled.  She was, however, still thoroughly aroused.  Her loins burned with passion and her engorged breasts begged to be touched.  “Master,” she groaned, “I am ready.”  She spread herself wide.

 

Vestry needed no second invitation.  With renewed energy he mounted her, but this time he found he was making love to a sexual tiger.  Shadowcloud seemed to explode beneath him, engulfing him in a wave of passion that exceeded anything he had ever experienced.  She seemed sexually insatiable, wrapping her long legs about his waist and drawing him into her with a strength and desire that seemed beyond human.  Caught up in her sexual eruption he gave her everything she wanted until finally, exhausted beyond endurance, he blew into her and collapsed into her arms. 

 

“Satisfied, master?” his catlike lover purred. 

 

“More than satisfied,” Vestry replied. 

 

“Good,” the panting beauty replied, “because it is the last pleasure you will ever have.”

 

Vestry’s intended scream as he was disemboweled was muffled by the ball gag he had once used to gag his assailant.  As his guts spilled onto the bed she strapped it firmly in place and then using the shackles that had once held her wrists she clamped his hands behind his back.

 

In excruciatingly agony Vestry was forced to walk to the door of the room, his intestines sweeping the floor.  There, he was forced to his knees and shackled so that he could not move. 

 

“Stupid bastard,” Shadowcloud sneered.  “Did you think I could be defeated so easily?  It is damned lucky for me that all men think with their dinks.”

 

Her only answer was the muffled shrieks as Vestry stared in horror at his entrails.  The pain of his injury was indescribable, but he knew that it would take him hours to die.  But the stupid bitch would also die.  There was no way she could escape from the room and the oxygen would run out in a few hours.

 

Shadowcloud turned off the oxygen valve.  There was enough air in the room to last until she had managed to escape.  She detached the heavy cylinder and dragged it to the door, then she repeated the process with the second cylinder.  She didn’t bother with the third, it was already empty. 

 

Vestry squatted in agony on the floor.  His pain-filled eyes revealed a sudden understanding and a look of sheer terror crossed his face, but the frightening injury she had inflicted on him kept him from making any attempt to break free of his shackles. 

 

“There, that should do it.”  Shadowcloud had neatly taped Vestry’s cell phone to one of the oxygen cylinders.  Now all she had to do was find a safe place for herself.  Returning to the bed she placed the thick mattress and box spring against the bathroom door.  Then she piled whatever furniture was in the room in front of them creating a thick barrier between the door and the rest of the room.  Now she was almost ready.  She turned on the valves on both oxygen cylinders and set the timer of the phone to ring in ten minutes.  The exposed wire she had attached to the phone should provide a suitable spark.

 

“Goodbye, master,” she said.  “I am afraid our relationship was not all you expected it to be, but at least you can tell the Devil that you fucked me.”  She smiled at the whimpering thug who had dishonoured her and then turned away.

 

She had dressed in what clothes she could find.  Since the few items of clothing in the room all belonged to Vestry they did not fit very well, but they would have to do until she got her costume back. 

 

She had left a tiny space between the mattress and the bathroom door.  It was just big enough to admit her body.  Squeezing into the bathroom she closed the door and then threw the blankets she had scrounged from the bed into the tub.  She let them soak for a few minutes and then drained the tub.  “Two minutes,” she thought, checking Vestry’s watch.  It was a very nice watch, a Rolex with all the bells and whistles, including a stopwatch.  It wasn’t worth the ordeal she had suffered, but it was some compensation.  Lifting the soggy blankets, she climbed into the tub, pulled them completely over her and waited.

 

Vestry waited too.  He had no watch.  Despite the unbelievable pain of his ravaged guts, the terror that filled every part of his body had him whimpering in fear as well as pain.  The hissing of the oxygen as it filled the air of the room was a terrifying sound.  He managed just one tiny muffled scream before the oxygen exploded and ended his pain by blowing him to oblivion. 

 

Inside the bathroom Shadowcloud crouched with her hands over her head.  The thunderous power of the explosion blew away the flimsy barrier she had erected in front of the door and took the door with it.  For a few seconds the entire world was filled with the shuddering concussion of the detonating oxygen.  But her soggy blanket bunker saved her.  Without it she would have been burned and deafened.  As soon as the vibrations of the blast had stopped she hurled herself from the tub and dashed out of the room. 

 

There wasn’t much left of Vestry’s private torture chamber.  And even less left of Vestry.  Without stopping to look at the few strips of burned flesh that decorated the room she darted into the hallway.  In the corridor outside the smoldering room alarm bells were ringing.  She took a quick look and headed out of the building.  This time she knew where she was going, having marked where she was when Vestry had brought her to the room.  She dashed down the hall, ignoring the rain of water from the sprinklers that had been set off by the explosion.  She noted that the hall camera outside the room had been blown off its mountings.  With any luck her captors would not be able to follow her movements.  A savage look came over her face.  It would be better for them if they did not.  She had more than a few scores to settle with Vestry’s men.

 

 

Maeve Knight drew a neat line through the eleventh name on the list.  “Twenty nine more to go,” she thought.  It wouldn’t be easy finding all of them.  But there was no way that she was going to let that many people loose with her secret identity.  A girl had to have some privacy.  So far nothing bad had happened concerning those who knew who she was.  She expected that was because the survivors in Vestry’s organization were terrified of drawing attention to themselves.  Of course, they had a right to be.  She had already killed eleven of them.  In the meantime she was lying low.  They knew who she was, but they did not know where her secret lair was.  She had reequipped herself since her escape from Vestry.  In a few weeks she would be able to enter the world as Maeve Knight once more.  It could not be soon enough.  This vengeance thing was seriously interfering with her social life.  After all, a girl had sexual cravings every now and then and her session with Vestry and his men, intense as it had been could not possibly substitute for being humped by some of her male acquaintances.  There was that professional wrestler…  God he was hung! 

 

Humming pleasantly to herself she went through the list of contacts she had filched from Vestry’s files.  While his men had been running around trying to figure out what had become of their boss and his prisoner she had managed to get into his office.  Vestry was a very meticulous man.  Everything was there, from information on her to the background on every one of his hirelings.  It saved her a lot of work. 

 

She scanned the list and put her finger on a name.  “Let’s see,” she mused.  “Where will I find the next one?” 

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