The
Adventures of Autumn
L’Espion
with Melissa Gallant
Email:
Lespion@msn.com
Chapter
3 Trapped
Alicia screamed. She had been screaming for quite some time. Almost nonstop in fact. But she had more than enough reason to scream. What Jeff and Scarface had done to her was both unbelievably painful and humiliating.
“Aaahh!” The electric current surged through her again lancing through her body like a million daggers. The region between her thighs was on fire, invaded by two hideous devices Scarface and Jeff had forced into her.
“This will hurt a bit; quite a bit,” Jeff had smirked. It was an understatement. The huge ribbed dildo he had forced into her had her screaming almost immediately. “The ribs will keep it in place,” he had explained. “Unfortunately, they might also hurt a little as I force it in.”
Everything he promised turned out to be more than accurate. Badly bruised from the abuse it had been subjected to by her two assailants, her vagina had protested the dildo’s brutal intrusion. Every rib tore at the tender lining of her love canal as it was ruthlessly forced into her. She had screamed until she thought her vocal cords would rupture, but that had only been the beginning. There was still a part of her lower anatomy that had not been touched. And her shrieks as a second smaller dildo was twisted into her anus had easily outdone the first.
Like the vaginal probe, the smaller dildo was flanged and every millimeter of its insertion was pure agony. Alicia had tried anal intercourse once, but had never tried it again. She fond the experience both painful and somewhat debasing, probably due to the fact that her partner had no idea about what he was doing. But that episode had been mild compared to the torture of having the anal probe inserted.
The episode left her exhausted and whimpering in pain. But to her horror Jeff and Scarface were just getting started. An electrical lead was attached to each probe. Her eyes blurred by tears, Alicia saw that the lead was attached to a machine that was bolted to one wall of the room.
Jeff went to the machine. “Having fun yet, twat?”
“What are you going to do?” Alicia wept.
“Make an audio CD. You seem to have the perfect voice for it. Don’t worry. We won’t kill you. I’ll keep the current turned down.”
“No, please. You can’t. I’ve never done anything to you.”
“Blame it on your superheroine friend,” Scarface interjected. “If it wasn’t for her you wouldn’t be here.”
“I don’t even know her,” Alicia moaned. “I’ve only seen her on TV.”
“Not very observant are you honey? You’ve spent so much of your time trying to find someone to scratch your pussy that you didn’t even pay attention to your best friend.”
“Katie?” Alicia gasped. “A superheroine? She’s too …” It suddenly dawned on her that Katie fitted the appearance of Autumn almost perfectly. Right down to her now impressive tits.
“That’s right, twat,” Jeff said. “Your friend Katie. And you’re going to bring her right here.”
“How can I do that?” Alicia moaned.
“Like this,” Jeff said. He turned a dial on the machine he was standing next to.
Alicia’s scream was ear-splitting. “That’s it,” Scarface said with a grin. “Sing into the microphone.”
“That’s strange,” Katie murmured. “Alicia never misses a practice.”
She strolled to her locker, stripped down, and headed to the showers. She showered quickly, toweled off, dressed, and headed out of the locker room. She would give Alicia a phone call and see how she was.
Bradley was waiting for her outside. She sighed. Brad had been hitting on her for the last year, ever since her breasts had assumed impressive dimensions. He hadn’t paid much attention to her before that. The feeling, however, was not mutual. And besides, she didn’t have time for dating or boyfriends. Her alter ego Autumn took up all of her spare time. It was a good thing that as a heroine she didn’t need much sleep.
“Uh, hi Katie,” Brad said as she tried to sweep by him.
“Hi Brad,” answered. She hoped that he wouldn’t delay her too long. She really wanted to find out what had happened to Alicia.
Brad pushed something toward her. “I’m supposed to give you this,” he said lamely.
It was a small box. Katie tore it open and saw that it was an MP3 player complete with earphones. “What the hell?” she wondered. “Who would want me to have this?”
“Thanks, Brad,” she said. “You’re sure this isn’t from you?’
Brad shook his head. “Not a chance,” he answered. “Guy gave me fifty buck to give it to you. Said not to pull a fast one because he would be watching.” He looked nervously across the playing field, but there was no one in sight.
“Thanks,” Katie said. “I’ll listen to it on the way home.” Moving away from Brad she put the earphones on and pressed the play button.
“Hello, bitch. Bet you thought you’d killed me.” Katie’s eyes widened in shock, not at the message but at the sound of the voice. It was unmistakable. Harper!
“Listen carefully, because
the life of your girlfriend depends on
it. If you ever want to see her
again show up at the old
“Oh God,” thought Katie, “he’s got Alicia.” If she had any doubts they were obliterated in the next few seconds. What she heard almost made her sick.
“Aaaahhhh!
Aaahhhhh!” It was the scream of a woman in terrible
pain.
“Stop! Please
stop! I’ll do anything you
ask. Just please
stop!
Eeaaagghh!”
Katie tore off the earphones. Her stomach churned and her knees felt weak. The voice she had heard was unmistakably Alicia’s. Even distorted by pain and terror there was no doubt who it was. There would be no going home today. She had to rescue her friend, even if it meant risking her life.
She had no doubt that Harper had something prepared for her. He knew almost everything about her, from her secret identity to her superheroine powers. No doubt he would have some fiendish trap planed for her.
What really amazed her was that the thug was still alive. After the explosion of Darkstorm’s weather machine she had thought him dead. After all, there had been no trace of him for two years. What had he been doing all this time, and why had he chosen now to reappear? If he had not been killed why had he not taken out his vengeance on her by revealing her secret identity? All it would have taken was a simple phone call to any of the various media outlets. Autumn was famous and feared by all criminals in the city. It seemed only logical that Harper would try to take some measure of vengeance against her by telling everyone who she was.
She suspected that he must have something much more fiendish in mind. Of course, kidnapping and torturing her best friend was a good start. Nothing he could have done would have affected Katie more. Her friend was being punished because of Katie’s superheroine activities. There could be no more sadistic way to strike back at her.
By now she had completed the change. She was now dressed as Autumn. She had altered her costume a little in the past two years, patterning it after a few of the heroines she had seen in the comics and movies. Her old costume had been a little bit too retro. This one had a little bit of pizzazz to it.
It was glossy black and daringly cut. Her right shoulder was bare, the top of her costume supported only by a single strap. It left a considerable amount of her voluptuous bosom exposed. Katie wondered if she had gone too far. She didn’t want to look like a trollop, but she reasoned that if Wonder Woman could display a generous amount of tit then she could as well. Highlighting her outfit was a double band of scarlet and gold that edged her costume. Her torso, midriff, and half her back were bare. The lower part of her body was clad in flesh-clinging tights. Over the tights she wore a gold bikini bottom set off with a wide black belt. She was not masked, but her eyes were covered by a pair of Oakley high tech sunglasses that were contoured to fit her face. Elbow-length black gloves and knee-length black boots finished the costume. It was a startling look, intended to throw off any criminal who caught sight of her.
Emerging surreptitiously from the clump of bushes where she had hastily made
her change, she took to the air.
She moved straight up at first, gaining altitude to better avoid being
detected. Then she leveled off
and head for the abandoned
She reached it in minutes and hovered over the ruined terminal. There was no sign or sound of anyone. Then she heard the distinct jangle of a telephone. She headed for the sound at once. No phone should have been working in the abandoned terminal. It had to be Harper.
She found the phone in the ghostly airport lounge. It was one of a bank of abandoned and vandalized public phones. She picked up the receiver.
“Ah, Autumn,”
came Harper’s voice.
“It is about
time. I was beginning to think
you didn’t care what happened to your
friend. She really is quite a
find you know. I really have
enjoyed fucking her.”
“You bastard!” Autumn shouted into the receiver. “I’ll kill you for this!”
“Kill
me? That is
extreme. I didn’t know
superheroines were allowed to do that.
Something about your code.”
“Get to the point you sadistic bastard,” Autumn said. “What do you want?”
“Money would be
nice. Perhaps a few million and
you can have your friend back.”
“Million? Where am I going to get money like that? I’m a heroine, not a banker.”
“Are you trying to tell
me that with your superheroine powers you can’t take whatever you
want?
“Surely you don’t expect me to steal,” Autumn replied, aghast. “No superheroine can do that.”
“Excuse me; there is something
you should hear.”
Autumn felt her skin go cold. The voice she heard was Alicia’s. The girl was begging for mercy.
“That was a live
broadcast. Perhaps you would
like to hear some more.”
“No!” Autumn replied quickly. “I’ll do it.”
“Good.
Now listen carefully. At
exactly
There was a click as Harper hung up. Autumn stood with head bowed for a few seconds. She was almost overcome with the sounds of terror and pain she had heard in Alicia’s voice. Then she swallowed and pulled herself together. She only had minutes to reach the casino before the pickup time.
Launching herself into the air, she headed straight across town. She climbed as she flew, the better to avoid being seen. By the time she reached the casino she was over a mile in the air. She was just in time. Her enhanced vision zoomed in on the ground. The guards were just bringing out several bundles of money to a large armored van parked outside the doors of the casino.
The guards were on watch for any robbery attempt, but they did not expect an attack from the sky. Autumn dropped straight down, letting gravity take her in a screaming dive. It took her thirty seconds to reach the ground. By the time she did the guards had loaded the take from the casino into the van and with smooth efficiency had already sealed the doors of the vehicle. It made no difference to Autumn. She did not even slow her speed. Striking the van dead centre she exploded through the half inch thick steel as if it had been paper.
It was an act that a year ago she would not have dared. She was learning bout her powers slowly. Although she had always known that she was exceptionally strong, it took her some time to realize that the rest of her body structures were similarly amplified. Super strength was useless without muscle and bone tissue that could handle the strain. By slow experimentation she found that she had a certain resistance to hurting herself. Her skin was almost impervious to weapons such as knives and low velocity bullets and she could hurl herself into seemingly solid objects without injury. How much punishment she could take she had not yet determined. But the armored van was certainly no challenge.
Inside the van she landed in a pile of heavy canvas bags. Two stunned guards stared at her in disbelief. “Sorry,” she said, “I have special need of this.” Gathering up several of the canvas bags she leapt back through the hole in the roof before the startled guards even had their pistols out.
“Great,” she thought. “Now I’m a criminal. I hope that I can make chief Ryan and the Police Commission understand.” But there was no time to waste grieving about her lost reputation. She had to save Alicia. Returning to the abandoned airport she once more entered the terminal. As she did so the phone rang again. “That bastard Harper must be monitoring this place,” she thought. She picked up the phone.
“Those bags better have the proper amount,” Harper’s voice said. Autumn looked around for the hidden camera she knew must be close by, but a casual inspection did not reveal its whereabouts.
“Alright,” Autumn said, ignoring Harper’s comment. “I did as you asked. Now where do I take the money?”
There was a low chuckle.
“You
don’t have far to go. Find
the airport elevator and come down the elevator
shaft. I’ll be waiting for
you.”
“Dammit,” thought Autumn. “I should have guessed.”
It took her only a minute to locate the elevator. It was, as Harper had indicated, an empty shaft with a few dangling cables. Taking a deep breath she dropped into it. Far below she could see a light. She let herself drop toward it.
The shaft was deep. Far deeper than it had a right to be. After the first few feet it cut through solid rock. It seemed obvious that it had been deepened sometime in the recent past. Eventually, however she reached the bottom. Stretching before her was a long tunnel. Without hesitating she moved into it. Five minutes later she began to hear a low hum. It was strangely familiar, and she began to have an uneasy feeling. Somewhere she was sure she had heard that sound before.
The sound increased as she moved down the tunnel and even before she reached the cavernous room at the end of the tunnel she knew what it was. With a powerful sense of foreboding she entered the room and gazed in wonder at the immense top-like machine that spun in front of her. “Darkstorm,” she thought. He wasn’t dead. She was walking into a trap.
For a brief second she considered retreating the way she had come. But that would not save Alicia. She was committed, and in any case it was probably already too late. Almost certainly Darkstorm and Harper knew exactly where she was. And there was no electrical storm. This time if they met she would have all her powers. She stepped into the huge room.
“Welcome,
Autumn. I have been looking forward
to this day for more than two years.
Now I will exact my vengeance.
And it will be most pleasant.”
“You’re going to spend the next twenty years in jail, you bastard,” Autumn replied. “Where is Alicia?”
“Where you are soon going
to be you stupid bitch. Enjoy
you last few seconds of freedom.
You are now in my power.”
There was a change in the pitch of the loud hum coming from the giant spinning
top. Autumn’s eyes widened
as immense electrical discharges shivered down the side of
machine. Suddenly a strange feeling
swept over her. With a feeling
of shock and dismay, quickly followed by fear, Autumn realized that her powers
were gone. Understanding
dawned. It was the weather
machine. It had robbed her of
her superheroine strength.
With a low rumble the doorway through which she had entered the vast hall was sealed. She was trapped. Disbelief swept over her. This could not be happening again. How had Darkstorm known how to steal her powers? Her mouth went dry. Last time she had been caught and almost raped. Stupidly overconfident, she had walked right into a trap. Now she waited to see what Darkstorm’s next move would be.
Several doors leading into the great hall opened. Through one of them came Harper. Even from a distance of over a hundred feet Autumn could see that it was not the Harper she had once known. His walk was different and his right arm did not swing as he moved toward her. As he got closer she saw that his face appeared to be badly scarred. He stopped about twenty feet away.
“Yes,” Harper said, correctly judging Autumn’s thoughts. “This is what you did to me you bitch. Now you are going to be paid back. And paid back with interest.”
Through the other doors had come several heavily built men. They moved into a semicircle around Autumn, their eyes alertly fixed on the superheroine.
“Where is Alicia?” Autumn demanded. “What have you done with her?” It was possible that Harper did not know about the loss of her powers. After all, there was no visible change in her appearance. Perhaps she could bluff her way out of this predicament.
“You’re in no position to be asking questions, bitch,” Harper replied. “But don’t worry, you’ll see your friend soon enough. Right now, however, you’re about to surrender without a fight. That’s Darkstorm’s idea, not mine. I would just as soon have my friends beat the shit out of you and then take you prisoner.”
“The first man that touches me dies,” Autumn threatened. Her voice low and deadly.
“You must have been in a few school plays. But you’re not fooling me. If you had anything left you wouldn’t be standing there talking. I saw the way you took out that van at the casino. You don’t have any super powers any more do you?”
Autumn saw that she was not going to be able to bluff her way out of the trap. She prepared to fight. She would not just meekly surrender.
“Before you think of going down fighting there is something you should see,” Harper said. He looked up toward a huge television monitor that was set into one of the walls of the room. An image flickered on. It was Alicia! The girl was bound to a crude bench, her body cruelly arched over it. In horror she saw that her friend appeared to have been brutally tortured, her curvaceous body covered with bruises. As she watched the camera zoomed in on her friend’s genital region. Autumn was almost sick. Who would do such a disgusting thing to any woman?
“You see how your friend
has been made to suffer for your crimes,” Darkstorm’s voice
boomed out.
“Resist
and she will suffer still further.”
Autumn was devastated. Her will to fight drained out of her. Alicia had been tortured horribly and it was all her fault. Without replying she simply stood where she was as Harper’s henchmen moved in.
Unresisting she allowed her arms to be twisted behind her back. Fear surged through her as her wrists and ankles were chained. A metal collar was placed about her neck and then chained and helpless and with Harper leading the way she was led from the room.
Like a dog on a leash she was escorted down a series of grim concrete corridors, moving deeper and deeper in the bowels of Darkstorm’s underground fortress. Barely eighteen, Autumn was almost sick with fear. What was going to happen to her? The first time she had been captured by Darkstorm had been frightening enough. Through sheer good luck she had managed to escape, but that was not likely to happen this time. This time she would be closely watched and her ability to teleport was too unreliable to be counted on. She still didn’t know how it worked and could not call on it readily.
They stopped outside a heavy steel door. Almost ceremoniously Harper pushed it open. “After you, heroine. There is someone inside I think you are anxious to meet.”
“Oh no!” exclaimed Autumn. There was Alicia exactly as she had seen her on the big screen. She wasn’t moving, apparently unconscious. “You bastards,” she said. “How could you do this?”
Alicia slowly opened her eyes. “Autumn,” she whispered. “They tortured me. Said it was your fault.”
Autumn’s eyes filled with tears. Perhaps it was her fault. Her fault for being a heroine. If she hadn’t interfered with Darkstorm none of this would have happened. No, that wasn’t it. She hadn’t finished Darkstorm properly when she had the chance. She had thought him dead in the explosion of his weather machine. But she hadn’t bothered to check and now he had returned to kidnap and torture her best friend.
“Alicia,” she said. “I’m sorry.” She knelt beside her friend, her eyes traveling to the dildos that impaled Alicia’s anus and vagina. But with her hands chained behind her she was unable to help her friend.
“You want her released, bitch?” asked Harper. “That’s easy just cooperate with us.”
Desperate, Autumn nodded. She would do anything to relieve Alicia of the ordeal she was being subjected to.
“Take the girl out of here,” Harper ordered. “The heroine is going to perform for us.”
With relief mixed with trepidation, Autumn watched as Alicia was taken from the room. The girl screamed and then fainted as the flanged dildos were removed and then she was unchained from the bench and dragged from the room. But Harper and several of his men remained.
“Unchain her,” Harper said. His henchmen moved forward and began to remove the chains from Autumn’s feet and wrists. However, the metal collar was left in place.
“Just remember,” Harper said. “Any sign of disobedience and your friend will be severely punished. And I expect next time she might not survive the ordeal.”
Harper’s henchmen pushed Autumn into the center of the room. She noticed anxiously that steel shackles and other apparatus hung from the ceiling. The girl’s heart rate increased as she realized the way that such devices might be used. “My god,” she thought. “What have I let myself in for? I just wanted to help people. This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
Harper’s voice broke into her thoughts. “Now heroine, strip.”
“What?” Autumn asked, stunned. Her heart raced. Her ordeal was about to begin.
“Don’t play cute with me” Harper growled. “Your friend can be brought back here at any time, and if she is what happens to her will be much less pleasant. Now do as you were told.”
“You want me to take off my costume?” Autumn asked, her voice trembling slightly.
“I believe that is what ‘strip’ means,” Harper sneered. “Start with your glasses, Miss Jones. You might as well, since I know full well who you really are.”
Resignedly Katie pulled her dark glasses from her face. There seemed no way out. She stood helpless, her dark shoulder-length hair tumbling loose.
“Hmm,” said Harper. “I think I like you better with those on. It adds a bit of mystery. Put them back on.”
Obediently Katie replaced her glasses. She felt like an unwilling performer in a school play. She didn’t want to do what she was being asked, but had no choice.
“Now remove your costume,” Harper prompted. “Beginning with the top.”
Katie stood unmoving. How could she strip in front of Harper and the other leering thugs? “Alright,” Harper said to his henchmen. “Fetch the blonde bitch.”
“No!” Katie cried. “I’ll do it.” She slipped the ebony strap from her shoulder. With the eyes of every man upon her, Katie slowly pulled it free of her arm, leaving only her breasts to hold the top in place. Taking a deep breath, and almost trembling with tension she began to pull the brief piece of material over her head. Her breasts lifted as she pulled the top clear, eyes lowered, she dropped her costume and held hands over her breasts.
“It’s a bit too late for modesty,” Harper said. “Put your hands by your sides.”
Filled with an intense feeling of shame compounded by fear of what was going to happen to her, Katie let her arms drop.
“I see you have put on a few pounds since the last time I saw you,” Harper leered, his eyes fixed on Katie’s impressive breasts.
In spite of herself, she flushed, her body darkening from head to foot.
“Modest little bitch, are we?” Harper taunted. “You’re not going to tell me no one has ever seen you that way before? Not with a body like that.” He stepped closer, his eyes moving over her body. “I wonder. Do superheroines ever do it? Or are they too busy fighting crime to ever get fucked?” He took a step back. “Take off the bottom.” He licked his lips suggestively.
Humiliated, Katie took off her knee-high boots, unbuckled her belt, and then began to slip off her tight-fitting lower costume.
Harper watched entranced as the heroine revealed her long well-formed legs. This was not the little girl he had captured two years ago, but a mature woman. She was a good two or three inches taller and her body had filled out admirably. His eyes fixed on her heavy breasts and then moved down over her flat belly to the slight swell of her abdomen and her prominent mound of Venus. She was now naked except for a miniscule thong. He could count almost every hair around her vulva. He decided to finish undressing her himself.
“Now,” Harper said. “I want you to perform for us.”
“Perform?” Katie asked, her voice quavering.
“Work yourself into a lather,” Harper replied. “Take those pretty little fingers and give us a show.”
“I can’t do that,” Katie protested. She stood naked and uncomfortable in front of her captors. It took considerable effort for her not to shake in fear.
“I think you can,” said Harper. “After all you’ve probably done it dozens of time at home, or are you going to tell me you’ve never played with yourself?”
Katie felt herself blushing. Of course she had masturbated, but never in front of an audience. “I can’t do it,” she repeated. “Not with anyone watching.”
“You are the only thing that is keeping us from fucking your girlfriend to death. But I see that you are not even willing to make the smallest sacrifice to save her.” Harper turned to one of the guards. “Bring the blonde back in here. Miss Jones wants to watch us rape her.”
“No,” Katie cried. “No, I’ll do it. Leave her alone.”
“Cancel that order,” Harper said to the guards. “Now,” he continued looking at Katie. Perform.”
Katie swallowed and then began to slowly caress her mound of Venus through her thong. Gently she ran her hand over the swell of her sex organ. It was an action that usually aroused erotic sensations in her immediately. But in this case, watched by Harper and his henchman, she could get no reaction. She started to sweat. The safety of Alicia depended on her sexual arousal, but she could get no reaction.
“Looks like the twat needs help,” jeered one of the guards.
“I think you’re right,” Harper agreed. “Miss Jones just doesn’t seem to be in the mood.”
“No,” said Katie quickly, mindful of what Harper and his thugs might do. “I can do it. Just give me a bit more time.” She licked her fingers and slipped them into her thong, placing them in direct contact with her tiny clitoris. At the same time she began to circle her left nipple with the fingers of her other hand. She tried to think erotic thoughts and blot Harper and his henchmen out of her mind.
She gasped as her clit responded. Fortunately, the naughty little organ had a mind of its own. Within a few minutes it was sticking straight out and throbbing demandingly. She moaned, leaning back against the wall and arching her back. She was suddenly very wet.
“What a slut,” Harper jeered. He turned to one of them men. “Are you getting all of this?”
“Every second boss. She’ll be a star performer.”
Katie’s nipples were now fully erect. She slipped to the floor, ignoring the taunts and comments of the watching thugs. Instead she thought of the time Alicia had invited her over to watch a movie. Sitting on Alicia’s bed she had been shocked and a little embarrassed to find she was watching a little film called “Hanna Does Hong Kong.”
Her mortification, however, was not so intense that she had refused to watch the film. It turned out to be very educational. She thought now of the that film, blotting everything else out of her mind.
Slowly she worked her fingers in a figure eight over her clit at the same time teasing her breasts mercilessly. She slid to the floor, moaning softly as her passion mounted. “Oh God, Hanna,” she murmured.
Harper watched fascinated as Katie masturbated herself to an orgasm. He could hardly believe that the goody-goody heroine could perform such an act. She was moaning loudly now, her body contorting on the floor of room in lust-filed abandon.
“Fucking bitch,” he growled. He had not expected her to enjoy herself. “Chain her up,” he ordered the henchmen.
Katie was snapped out of her sexual reverie as shackles hanging from the ceiling were pulled down and clamped on to each of her wrists. Then they were cranked up until her feet were pulled off the floor.
Katie grunted. She was dripping wet and filled with shame at what she had been forced to do. She hung full length on the chains, her impressive breasts heaving with the strain. Quickly Harper’s henchmen attached shackled to her ankles and ran the chains to rings bolted to the floor. Then the chains holding her arms were hoisted a bit higher, pulling her body tight and spreading her legs.
“That should leave you helpless enough,” Harper said. “Now to have a really good look at those big tits and furry little pussy.”
“You sadistic prick,” Katie said. “Is this how you prove your manhood? Raping and torturing helpless women?”
“It used to be,” Harper said. “until you did this to me.” He pointed to his badly scared face. “But believe me, I intend to start again.”
Katie shuddered. It was like being in some sort of nightmare. The type of nightmare where she was trying to escape from something indescribably evil, but the evil keeps on gaining. Harper and Darkstorm were just like that. She had escaped them once, but somehow they had come back and captured her again. Now she was in even worse trouble than before and her best friend had been caught as well.
“You are a freak,” she said. “Before you just acted like one. Now you look like one.”
“You bitch!” Harper shouted. His good arm shot out and rocked her head back with a vicious slap. Teeth bared, he regarded her with a feeling of intense hatred. “You are going to pay for that and everything else you have doe to me.” He bit off the words, struggling to control the rage that boiled up within him. “It is you that turned me into a cripple and I intend to pay you back for every second of pain and humiliation I have been forced to endure.”
He ran his hand over her right breast, stopping with the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Darkstorm wanted me to cut these off,” he said. “I might just oblige him. After I’ve exacted as much pain from you as you can stand.”
“Filthy beast,” Katie gasped. “Stop touching me.”
Harper twisted her nipple. “You gutless prick!” Katie cried. “I’ll kill you for that!”
“You think that hurts? I’m going to show you what real pain is.”
Grasping her thong he tore it away from her loins. “First we start with a little shave job. I see you keep yourself trimmed. Very nice. That will make the job easier.”
Katie gasped. She had been suspended from the chains for only a few minutes and already her arms and shoulders ached. She knew that within a short time the pain of being suspended would be agonizing as her body weight slowly stretched her ligaments and pulled her arms from their sockets. But she suspected that would be the least of her problems. Harper seemed to have something much more painful in mind.
There was a clanking sound as she was hoisted into position for the shaving. The chains around her ankles were slacked off as those holding her wrists were tightened. Slowly she was hoisted until her crotch was level with Harper’s chest, and a convenient height for shaving her.
“Now don’t move,” Harper said. “I wouldn’t want to cut you. At least not yet.”
“You bastard,” Katie grunted. “You’ll never get away with this.”
“I’m going to enjoy fucking you,” Harper said, ignoring Katie’s remarks. “That pussy looks mighty tight. I bet it’s never been stretched has it? At least not by a man.”
“Don’t touch me!” Katie screamed. Harper was stroking her dark fleece. Then he slid his finger between the lips of her vulva.
She thrashed her body, jerking in the chains, but Harper continued his examination of her nether region. He slid his finger into her. “Tight,” he said. “Very tight. Not like your girlfriend. It’s going to take a bit of work to get inside you.”
“Fucker,” Katie said. “You God-damned fucker.”
“Not very superheroine-like language,” Harper grinned. “You’re not supposed to swear are you? It ruins the image.” He pushed his middle finger halfway into her. “Ah, there it is. Your maidenhead. It is going to be fun breaking it.”
He took the can of shaving cream one of his henchmen handed him and spayed it directly onto her pubic region. Having only one good arm he was unable to spray it into the palm of his hand. But what he did worked just as well. Carefully he massaged the foam into her soft pelt and then taking the razor he slowly and carefully shaved her pubic hair.
Every stroke of the razor sent a thrill of fear through her. What had before just been beads of sweat now collected and began to flow down her naked body splattering the floor below her.
“Getting a little warm heroine?” Harper sneered. “How about if I cool you off a little.” He turned his head to one of his henchmen. “Get me a little ice. Cubes would be nice.”
Katie winced as Harper finished shaving her. That last stroke had been a little close. At the same time she wondered what he wanted the ice for.
“Just like the day you were born,” Harper grinned. “How I like the feel of that smooth skin.” He ran his hand over her now-baby bare genital region.
Katie tried to hold still as he fondled her. To do anything else would be unheroic, but she could not control the involuntary flinch as Harper’s fingers probed his most private area.
The henchman returned with a small bucket of ice; cubed the way Harper had asked for it. He reached in and took out a handful. Katie’s grip on the chains tightened as she realized what he intended. “No, you can’t,” she protested.
“Why don’t you let me decided what I can and can’t do. You are overwrought, heroine. It is time to cool you down.” Extending his arm, he pushed one of the cubes into her vagina.
Katie gasped at the sudden cold. And then gasped louder as Harper pushed the cube inside her. “You cocksucker,” she cursed.
“Me?” Harper grinned. “That’s very unfair. I’ve never sucked a cock in my life. You on the other hand will have the opportunity to suck quite a few.” He laughed and inserted another cube.
This time Katie’s gasp was even louder as the cold spread inside her. “I must be careful,” Harper mused. “I wouldn’t want to break your maidenhead. I’m saving that for later.” He inserted one more cube. “Tape her up,” he ordered. “I don’t want anything to fall out.”
One of the henchmen applied duct tape to Katie’s vulva, sealing the melting ice inside. Katie clenched her teeth. She had read about women doing this for pleasure, but she found it far from enjoyable.
“Enough fun,” said Harper stepping back. “Time to teach you a lesson. Lower her,” he ordered.
Katie groaned as she was returned to her original height. Her arms and shoulders already shrieked in silent agony. She was already in pain and Harper hadn’t really even done anything to her yet.
“Familiar with Japanese rope bondage, Miss Jones?” Harper asked.
Katie did not answer. She glared daggers at the man who had humiliated her.
“Aaahh!” Katie gasped as Harper suddenly reached out and pinched her right nipple, twisting it brutally. “I asked you a question, twat. Give me an answer.”
Katie shook her head and Harper took the opportunity to pinch and twist her left nipple as well. “You’re not very clear on your answer. Do you mean you won’t give me an answer or you haven’t heard of rope bondage?”
“I don’t know what it is you bastard. I don’t torture helpless women.”
“Finally,” Harper chuckled. “A complete sentence. I was beginning to think you had a learning disability.” He chuckled again and went to a cupboard at the side of the room. Opening it he returned with a coil of rope.
“Hemp,” He explained. “Very coarse fibres. The perfect thing to cause maximum irritation to a heroine’s smooth skin.”
“Martin,” he called. “Get over here. I’m going to need help with this.”
Katie tried to remain impassive, but she was close to trembling in fear. All sorts of dread visions of what might Harper might do with the rope flooded her mind. Breathing heavily she awaited her fate.
Martin and Harper moved behind her. Since she now had both feet on the floor they were able to remove the shackles from her right wrist, but she was not about to be freed. Bending her arm behind her back the two men knotted a length of the hemp cord to her wrist and then they began to bind her. And bind her most painfully.
The rope binding her right wrist was pulled tight, forcing it across the small of her back. Then, while tension was maintained on the rope, her left arm was released from the chains. Quickly Martin and Harper looped the rope binding her right wrist around her left bicep and pulled it tight. They repeated this procedure several times, and then bent her left arm across the small of her back, tying it to her right bicep in an identical manner. The bondage forced her to arch her back, thrusting her breasts forward.
“Great set of tits,” said Harper, moving in front of her. He cupped her right breast and squeezed it gently. “It’s going to be fun playing with these.”
Katie’s breathing quickened. “You asshole. I’ll make you pay for this.”
Harper grinned. Katie was getting tired of that expression. She tried to calm herself. Her outbursts were exactly what Harper wanted.
“Now to finish the job,” Harper said. He picked up another length of rope. Together he and Martin began to further bind her. When they were finished Katie was almost sobbing in pain and humiliation.
Her breasts were tightly encircled by double lengths of rope. Martin and Harper had pulled the knots so tight that both breasts were painfully swollen. A length of rope had been run through the ring in the collar about her neck and attached to the ropes binding her breasts. It had been pulled tight, elevating her breasts and further increasing the pain. Other ropes encircled her torso and were tied to her upper arms. Martin and Harper had used considerable strength making sure that the tension on all the ropes was as tight as possible.
“How do you feel now, bitch?” crowed Harper. Not such a high and mighty heroine now are you? But I’m just getting started. Now we’re really going to have some fun.”
Harper moved directly in front of her. He had picked something up from a small table while on the way. He held it up so that she could see it.
Katie kept her face expressionless, but her rapidly beating heart accelerated until she thought it would burst through her chest. What Harper was holding looked like a small set of pliers. What was the bastard going to do with them?
He lifted the pliers toward the nipple of her right breast. “No!” Katie screamed. Twisting her body she prevented Harper from seizing her nipple in the pliers.
“Someone hold her tit for
Several men lurched forward, but Martin beat them to it. He clamped his hand onto her breast and squeezed. Katie struggled frantically for a few seconds until she realized that she was just hurting herself. Martin twisted the soft flesh brutally as she fought to break free.
“What are you going to do?” she panted as Harper brought the pliers up.
“Just decorate your tits a little,” Harper said. He brought the pliers closer and Katie could see that the pair of pliers was actually a needle-sharp punch. He was going to pierce her nipple!
“Aagh!” Katie cried as the punch punctured her left nipple. It wasn’t a particularly large hole, but it hurt nonetheless. What Harper did next, however, hurt a lot more.
“Aaahhh!” Katie screamed as Harper forced a shining metal ring through the bleeding incision he had made. The thickness of the ring was slightly larger than the hole he had made and he had to force it through the pierced flesh.
Katie clenched her teeth. Harper was just getting started. She had to be able to bear the pain. She was a superheroine after all. But she knew that if she suffered much more she would break. Already the bondage and the painful piercing of her nipple were causing excruciating pain.
It was the turn of her right nipple.
Katie screamed as Harper repeated what he had done to the
left.
“Stop!”
she begged.
“Please
stop!”
Harper, however, had one more touch before he was finished. Taking out a couple of small brass weights he attached them to each of the rings with tiny chains and let them swing from her nipples. The added weight, although small, had Katie gasping in pain. “Stop it, you bastard. Stop it.!” she moaned, her voice choking with sobs.
Harper stepped back to admire his handiwork. The naked heroine had been completely degraded. Painfully bound and with her nipples pierced and ornamented, she was in terrible agony. But she was not quite broken. However, he had the perfect remedy for that, and it was something he had been looking forward to ever since her capture. His hand went to his suspenders. He pulled them off his shoulders and then kicked off his shoes. He let his pants fall and kicked them away. The look of sheer terror that crossed the heroine’s face was most gratifying. Soon it would be replaced by one of utter humiliation as he raped her. Dropping his shorts, he stroked his rising phallus and moved toward her. “Remember this, bitch? It is the one part of me that works as well as ever. And you are going to find out just how well it works.”
Katie stared wide-eyed and helpless. She had barely escaped rape the first time Darkstorm had captured her. Somehow she didn’t think that she was going to be that lucky twice. Almost fainting in fear and pain, she awaited her fate.
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