The Adventures
of Autumn
Autumn
Meets Shadowcloud
L’Espion
with Melissa Gallant
Email:
Lespion@msn.com
Chapter
4
Arrested
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“Get your hands off me you fat jowled sow,” Shadowcloud spat. But she bent forward nevertheless. She didn’t have a lot of choice. She was still heavily shackled. The police and jail guards had taken their cue from Autumn and made sure that she couldn’t reach any part of her restraints with her claws.
Even when they had stripped her there had been no chance of escape. Although male guards were not allowed near her when she was unclothed, there were more than enough female guards to make sure she did not escape. They had been scrupulous about making sure that she was always partly shackled and there were at least three women armed with disabling electrical prods to make sure she didn’t do anything foolish.
She had found out just how effective the prods were the hard way. She had been brought to the police jails in shackles and she had put up with the first part of the incarceration procedure, humiliating though it was. She had been photographed, finger printed, and scanned electronically for weapons. During all of that process she had remained calm, biding her time, waiting for a lapse in security by her guards. However, when she had been taken to the closed section of the jail so that she could be stripped and properly searched, she had made a desperate and futile attempt to resist.
Her reaction was instinctive, rather than being well thought out. Two female guards had held her arms while a third began to pull down the zipper on the back of her costume. Thoughts of a similar situation in which she had been captured, stripped, and then raped and tortured flooded through her mind. Without thinking she had twisted in the hands of her captors, flinging them off her like a dog shakes water from itself after a bath. The reaction of the guards had been immediate. At least two of the electrical prods had made contact with her body, sending jolts of electricity through her that completely and painfully incapacitated her. Then one of them had given her a third jolt for good measure as she lay on the floor. After that she had made no effort to resist their efforts to search her.
That was the case now as the guard bent her over the counter and then spread the cheeks of her derriere. Humiliated beyond belief, Shadowcloud kept still and an even more mortifying invasion of her privacy took place. Donning a rubber gloves, the heavyset woman probed first her vagina and then her anus.
“She’s clean,” the woman announced, pulling off the glove and tossing it into a flip-top garbage can. Let’s get her dressed.”
“Filthy bovine,” Shadowcloud said, as the woman pulled her to her feet. “You enjoy that? Probably the only way you get any sex at all.”
“You better watch you mouth, honey.” The guard said. “Bad things can happen to prisoners who don’t show proper respect. She glanced up at the security camera as she spoke. It was apparent from her expression that if the camera hadn’t been on, she might have done more than just caution her prisoner.
Shadowcloud wondered if the closed circuit system was monitored by a man or a woman. But she wasn’t intimidated. “If I ever get you alone, I’m going to rip those air-bags off your chest, you big-tilted cow.”
The guard did not reply, but instead pushed her toward a locker. One of the other guards already had it open. Due to the fact that she was so heavily shackled, they had to help her dress, another act that Shadowcloud found particularly degrading, as two of the guard used it as an excuse to fondle certain parts of her anatomy.
“They only hire dikes for this job?” Shadowcloud asked derisively.
One of the women held up an electrical prod only inches from her face. “I think she’s resisting again don’t you, girls? I wonder what happens when we send a jolt through her head.”
“Let it go Jessie,” the heavyset woman said. “You don’t want to do that on camera. At least we’re going home. This bitch is going to stay here for a long time.” She grabbed Shadowcloud by the sleeve of her orange prison gear and pulled her toward the door. “Time to visit the cells honey.”
“Stick it up your ass, you bloody blimp,” Shadowcloud said as she was pushed through the doorway.
She continued to curse at her guards until she reached her cell. It wasn’t like any of the other cells they had passed. This one was special. Instead of open bars the cell had a four inch thick solid steel door. It was more like a vault than cell. “Your new home, honey,” said the heavyset woman. “Now you get to lose your shackles.”
One by one the heavy chains were removed until Shadowcloud was finally free. But the way out of the cell was blocked by several guards both male and female. At least two of them had guns in their hands. Escape was impossible and she allowed the cell door to be closed, locking her in.
She endured the first few hours in the cell, but finally the enclosed space got to her. She was a prisoner. Locked up like a wild animal. The cell had no windows and the light was never turned off. Her only companion was the ceiling camera and the humming of the air conditioning. The steel door was beyond even her ability to penetrate and the walls were solid concrete. All of her life she had feared this; the feeling of being enclosed. The walls seemed to press in on her. The longer she was in the cell the smaller it seemed to get. Beads of sweat stood out on her forehead. Somehow she had to get out. if she didn’t she would go mad.
“Hi Sally, how’s our little cat-bitch doing?” the heavyset woman who had searched Shadowcloud asked.
The woman studying the bank of monitors looked up. “Looks like she’s going stir crazy. Must be one of those types that hates being locked up. Serves her damned well tight.”
“Turn off her monitor,” the heavyset woman said.
“What? Janet, you know that than that. She’s got to be watched.”
“Don’t worry,” Janet replied. “I think she’ll be watched very closely for the next couple of hours.”
“Oh I see,” Sally replied. She flicked a switch. The monitor covering Shadowcloud’s cell went blank. “Looks like I’ve got a failure on camera eight. Probably take a couple of hours to fix it. Perhaps you and a few of the guards should check on the prisoner.”
“Sure thing,” said Janet. “We wouldn’t want the cat-bitch getting up to anything illegal.”
The sound of the key in the lock brought Shadowcloud almost instant relief. Anything was better than the total isolation of her cell. Or so she thought. The door opened, revealing the heavyset woman who had searched her. “Come on,” the woman said. Exercise period.”
It seemed a bit early for her to be given an exercise period. Surely she hadn’t been in the cell that long. But she wanted out of the cell desperately, even if it was only for a short time. She stepped through the cell door.
Zzzzzztt! The violence of the electric shock drove her to her knees. Then she was shocked three more times in quick succession.
“That should hold the bitch,” said a distant voice. Shadowcloud was still partly conscious. Through a haze of pain she felt herself being lifted and carried somewhere. Then she felt hands running over her body and sensed cool air as she was stripped.
“Ooohh!” she moaned, as she slowly regained her senses. “What are you doing?”
“Teaching you a lesson you uppity bitch,” said a male voice. Shadowcloud recognized the voice as one of the male guards she had badmouthed while she was being processed.
With a shock Shadowcloud realized that she was now completely naked. She struggled to sit up, but found that her wrists were held by something stronger than she was.
“Release me!” she shouted. She was spread-eagled on top of one of the tables in the examination room and surrounded by at least a dozen men and a couple of women. “You can’t do this. You’re cops!”
“Wrong bitch,” said the man who had spoken before. “We can do this because we are cops. No one is going to believe anything you tell them.”
“You bastards,” she screamed. “You’ll lose your jobs for this,”
The crowd around her just laughed. Then they got to work.
“No!” Shadowcloud screamed as one of the men climbed on top of her. He had dropped his pants and the full state of his erection left no doubt about what he was going to do.
“You bastard!” she shrieked as he thrust into her. She twisted her body violently as she tried to throw him off, but the way she was tied did not leave her enough leeway to move him. He drove deeply into her and then, taking his time, raped her thoroughly. He was the first of twelve.
Almost as bad as the rape was the brutalizing of her body by those who crowded around her. She was pinched, punched, squeezed, fondled and even bitten. But much worse than the physical and even sexual abuse was the grinding degradation of being violated by the same people she had vilified and cursed only a few hours earlier. They laughed at her futile attempts to escape, heaping verbal abuse on her as they tormented her body. Then, finally it was over. She was once again shocked into submission and dragged back to her cell. They didn’t bother to dress her, but simply threw her clothing into the cell after her.
For a long time after her ordeal Shadowcloud just lay where she was. She had been thoroughly beaten and degraded. She was sure that she was being watched and felt too ashamed to do anything more than lie where she had been thrown. Finally she got to her feet. Without looking at the camera she went to the sink and washed the filth and blood off her body. Already she was beginning to heal. By the next day there would be little physical evidence of what had been done to her, but the memory of her ordeal would last much longer. She had memorized the face of everyone in the room. When she got out she would find every one of them and take her revenge. She had also learned something important. She had made a serious mistake. She had given those who had power over her an excuse to abuse her. From now on she would keep her mouth closed.
“Out,” the heavyset bitch who had taken part in her rape, ordered. Shadowcloud said nothing but simply stepped from her cell. The guard’s smirk made her want to rip her face off, but she held her temper. She had learned her lesson. She did wonder, however, why there was only one guard instead of the usual posse. Her question was answered in the next second.
“It’s been nice having you as a guest, bitch,” The guard said. “But apparently you’ve got a friend. Some high priced legal help posted bail. You’re out until your trial.”
Burning with curiosity as to who would have rescued her from her living hell, Shadowcloud was led from the detention block to the room where she had been dressed in her prison orange. There she was given a set of new clothes. It was nothing she would have picked herself, being a rather conservative business suit, but it was close to her size and she had nothing of her own so she put it on. Then she was taken to the front desk.
“Ah, there you are, Miss. I hope you were treated well. I have a car waiting outside.” Shadowcloud had refused to give her name, so she was officially listed as a Jane Doe. She made no effort to enlighten the expensively dressed man speaking to her. His clothes, carefully manicured fingernails, and artificially enhanced smile spoke of money. They also spoke of lawyer.
He offered his hand. “John Edwards. I posted your bail on behalf of a third party. I am not at liberty to give you the name of your benefactor, but you will be meeting him soon.”
Edward’s easy manner tempted her to cooperate. After all, what did she have to lose? And she was curious about who might have bailed her out.
She followed Edwards to the car, an impressive stretch limousine. The chauffeur held the door and she and Edwards got in. “Drink?” Edwards offered taking out a crystal decanter from the minibar in the back seat. Shadowcloud shook her head. She noted that the windows of the car were tinted so that she could not see where the car was going.
“My client prefers to remain anonymous,” Edwards explained. After your meeting you will be taken anywhere you wish.”
“What about my bail?” Shadowcloud asked. “I assume I am supposed to show up for the next round of my public humiliation.”
“That is up to you,” Edwards replied, taking a sip of bourbon. “My client is quite willing to risk the loss of a few hundred thousand dollars in order to have a chance to talk to you.”
Shadowcloud sat back in the seat. For the next two hours she tried to get more information about Edward’s mysterious employer, but he was deliberately vague. All she learned was that he was immensely wealthy and was genuinely interested in meeting her. She finally accepted some caviar and a gin and tonic. The ride seemed exceptionally long, but she expected that she was merely being driven around in circles to make sure that she had no idea where she was.
Finally the car stopped and the door was opened. Edwards and Shadowcloud got out. The golden eyed villainess looked about her. She was inside a large concrete lined room. It could have been any industrial building anywhere. Shrugging, she followed Edwards as he took her toward a door set in the far wall. The door opened on a concrete corridor. Following the corridor Edwards, Edwards took her to a small room. “My employer will be here soon,” he said. “I must leave. Even I am not allowed to meet him. You are going to have a rare privilege. I thank you for your cooperation.” With that he left.
She waited. Inside the small room she began to have the same feeling of claustrophobia she had experienced when she was in prison. Just when she was sure she couldn’t stand it any longer the door opened and a bizarre figure entered.
The man who entered was dressed entirely in black and his face was covered
by a white mask. More than anything
he resembled the bizarre villain in
Scream. She noted
that he walked with a pronounced limp.
Seating himself across from her he extended a gloved
hand. “I am
Darkstorm.
And I have a proposition I think will interest you.”
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