The Adventures of Autumn

The Adventures of Autumn

L’Espion with Melissa Gallant

Chapter 5 Betrayed

Katie was too exhausted to care about anything other than sleep. But sleep came only with difficulty. Her mind burned with the shame and degradation of the ordeal. She had fancied herself a heroine, but she had been easily caught and tamed. Her powers had been no match for the ingenious cruelty of Darkstorm and Harper, and she had been subjected to the vilest of treatments. How many times had she been raped? She had completely lost track. First Harper and then Martin, followed by the other four guards. And then the nightmare had begun all over again. How many times had Harper alone taken her? She could remember at least three. But by then things were beginning to blur. Chained to the vaulting horse she had been ravished beyond endurance. When they finally finished with her she couldn’t even walk. She had been dragged to her place of confinement and dumped onto the thin mattress covering the small cot. Although not badly injured, she hurt all over. There seemed hardly a part of her body that had not been pinched or bitten. Exhaustion finally won out and she slept.

A sound outside her cell awoke her. It was the clang of the lock mechanism being thrown open. She did not know how long she had been asleep, but she felt strangely refreshed. She sat up, expecting her body to react in agony to her demands upon it, but strangely she felt no pain. Standing up she examined her body. The traces of her ordeal were clearly evident in the streaks of blood that stained her thighs, but other than that she was unmarked. Before she could remark on this surprising development the door swung open. Harper and Martin stood there, sickly grins plastered on their faces.

Harper’s grin faded, however, as his eyes swept over the heroine. “What the hell…?” he gasped in astonishment. “You’re healed!” The statement was voiced like an accusation.

Autumn did not reply. Being gawked at by Harper and Martin was bad enough without being ogled in amazement. Unconsciously her right arm rose to cover her breasts and her left hand went to her shaved vulva.

“Modest bitch considering how many times she was serviced,” Martin sneered, but Harper was not listening.

“You can heal yourself,” he said looking at her with an intensity that was almost unnatural. “And if you can heal yourself you can heal me.”

“No,” Katie protested, “I don’t know…”

“You refuse?” Harper shouted, not allowing her to finish. “You did this to me,” he screamed, pointing to his scarred face with his good hand, “and you refuse to heal me.” He stepped right up to her. “You heal me, bitch or I’ll make you wish you were never born.” He stepped back. “You stink. Get yourself cleaned up. I’ll be back.”

He was too. Sooner than Katie expected. Her blood ran cold as the cell door opened. Darkstorm stood in the doorway, his tall ominous form blocking out the light from the hall. Katie took a step back, her still nude body dripping with the water from the shower she had just taken. There were no towels in the cell and she had been unable to dry herself or comb her tangled hair.

“It is as you say,” Darkstorm’s deep voice rumbled as he spoke to Harper. Katie was sure she had heard that voice somewhere before, but could not place it. “Completely healed. Not even a mark on her. And you say she will not tell how she does it?”

“I didn’t say that,” Katie interrupted. “I don’t know how I healed myself. I didn’t even know I could.”

“Interesting,” Darkstorm said. “A heroine who doesn’t know her own powers. That seems far fetched.”

“She’s lying boss,” Harper interjected. “I say we beat it out of her.”

“I don’t think so,” Darkstorm disagreed. “I think we have a case here of a heroine who is actually too young and stupid to understand her full capabilities. A lot of what she does happens by pure accident. If that is the case there is only one way to find out how she heals.”

“How is that?” Harper asked. Katie didn’t need to know, the tone of Darkstorm’s voice told her everything.

“Why,” Darkstorm said quietly. “We will have to injure her a little and see what happens. I will hook her up to my instruments first.”

“No,” Katie protested. “You have hurt me enough. You can’t do that.”

A hollow laugh sounded from behind Darkstorm’s mask. “Give her a comb and some other personal effects,” he said to Harper. “I like my women presentable when I torture them.”

“You heartless bastard,” Katie said. “You’ll learn nothing from me.”

“Perhaps not,” Darkstorm said quietly, “but I am going to have fun trying.” With a low chuckle he turned and left the cell.

The sound of the cell lock being thrown open awakened Katie again. There wasn’t much else to do in the cell except sleep. With her superpowers gone escape was impossible and she had already spruced herself up as much as she could with the few personal items she was allowed. She was still naked. Apparently Darkstorm thought clothing unnecessary or perhaps he knew that nudity added to her sense of uncertainly and apprehension.

Martin stepped through the cell door. Katie’s heartbeat rabbited and her eyes widened slightly. Then her eyes went past Martin and she stopped breathing for a second. Alicia! Alicia was with him. With relief Katie saw that her friend appeared unharmed. But then she saw something else. She had known Alicia all of her life. They had played children’s games together and told one another their secrets. But as her friends eyes turned on her Katie’s blood chilled. Those were not Alicia’s eyes. There was not a glimmer of friendship in them. Instead they gleamed strangely and when they settled on her they were filled with hate. With a feeling of dread, Katie realized that somehow Darkstorm had turned her best friend against her.

“Bitch!” Alicia did not so much speak the word as spit it.

“Alicia,” Katie began, “what…?”

That was as far as she got. Martin backhanded her across the cell. Before she could recover he pounced on her and twisted her arms behind her back. There was a metallic click as the handcuffs snapped into place. And then her head was jerked back and a ball gag was strapped in place. Whatever she was going to say to Alicia was cut short. She could only make muffled protests as she was dragged out of the cell.

Alicia watched in satisfaction as the treacherous bitch that had once been her friend was manhandled down the cellblock. She would soon have her making more noise than that. Darkstorm had told that she could do anything she wanted to the lying cunt, and she had been thinking of nothing else.

She strode behind Martin and his helpless prisoner, trying to catch glimpses of herself in the various mirrored surfaces that she passed. She quite liked the clothing that Darkstorm had provided her. It was black, her favourite colour. But more to the point it was the way it fit her curves. The dark leather outfit clung to her body like a second skin, gleaming wherever the light touched it. Deeply cut down the front, a daring V slashed its way to her pelvis. Stainless steel chains just below her breasts and at her navel kept it closed, but served to show off a generous portion of her alluring flesh. Her skin-tight pants were clasped by a silver belt and knee-high black boots completed her outfit.

They were almost to the room where Alicia had been brutally raped. Her mind sorted through the various insults and acts of treachery her so-called friend had perpetrated against her. First and foremost, of course, had been her violation and torture at the hands of Harper and his henchmen. Strangely she had never guessed that Katie had put them up to it as a way of teaching her a lesson for stealing a boy that Katie had had her eyes on. And then there were the malicious rumors Katie had started about her. Small wonder that so many of her schoolmates had regarded her as a slut. And of course there were the boys that Katie had stolen from her. All the time her supposed friend had been acting like miss goody-two-shoes, she had secretly been balling all of the boys who had refused to pay any attention to Alicia. It all made sense now, although at the time she had not been able to see it. Thank goodness Darkstorm had taken the time to enlighten her as to Katie’s deceitful nature. Now the big-titted bitch would pay for her duplicity.

They entered the room. Katie struggled in the grip of the guards, her face turned toward Alicia. Her muffled grunts revealed that she was trying to communicate something. No doubt she was begging for mercy, but she was not going to get any.

Her eyes were drawn to the tiny weights attached to Katie’s pierced nipples. They dangled alluringly as the heroine struggled. No doubt small as they were they hurt a little each time they bounced. Alicia allowed herself a small smile. The bitch was going to be hurting a lot more before she was through.

Katie twisted, trying to break away from the two men that held her. One look at the room she had been brought into told her what it was for. Chains hung from the walls and ceilings and there were various benches and tables outfitted for the shackling of a helpless victim. She was also dismayed by the appearance of Alicia. Her friend was outfitted like a dominatrix and there was a strange glint in her gray eyes. When she looked at Katie her eyes glinted with hared. What had happened to her? She knew that something was seriously wrong. Why was she dressed the way she was and why was her every look filled with animosity?

Darkstorm let Alicia take over. “She is all yours, Miss Parker. Please just remember to leave all of her intact for the time being. We will allow you to spend more time with her when we have learned all of her secrets.”

Alicia licked her lips, her gray eyes unnaturally bright. “Put her on the wheel,” she ordered.

Katie was lifted off her feet and carried to a strange metallic wheel. The wheel was fabricated of two stainless steel hoops each about eight feet across and two inches thick. They were joined by eight steel crosspieces of the same thickness and three feet long. One of the hoops was further braced by six spokes to which was attached a spindle that jutted out from the wall, so that the wheel could be rotated. At each junction there were metal rings for attaching chains or rope.

Still struggling, Katie was carried to the wheel. Alicia went to work. While the three men held Katie still, Alicia first strapped a leather bondage collar around Katie’s neck and then strapped leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles. All the while, Katie fought to escape, staring unbelievingly at her former childhood friend as she was slowly shackled.

“Lift her,” Alicia ordered. Her voice was strangely devoid of emotion. Katie suspected that she had been subjected to some sort of mind control drug. However, her musing were interrupted as she was abruptly lifted by her hands and feet and positioned within the wheel. Alicia wasted little time in connecting chains to her wrists and ankles, leaving her stretched in the shaped of an “X” and centred in the middle of the wheel.

Alicia steeped back to admire her handiwork. Rotate the wheel,” she said, her face expressionless.

Katie grunted as the wheel rotated 180 degrees, spinning her face down. The weights attached to her nipple rings swung like tiny pendulums, teasing her tender flesh. “Now,” continued Alicia. “Fuck her in every hole. I want her so sore she’ll scream when she pees.”

The men were quick to do her bidding. Martin positioned himself in the prime spot between her thighs. He strapped a leather harness to his body so that he could hover just above Katie’s trembling body. A second man went to her head and began to fumble with the ball gag; and still a third waited just behind Martin.

“No! Nooo!” Katie screamed as the ball gag was removed. Then she shrieked in pain as Martin seized her hips and drove savagely forward into her tight backside.

Martin had greased his lance before entering her, but Katie’s virgin anus was ripped wide as his thick phallus forced its way deep within her. She screamed again, and then her cries were muffled as the man at her head grabbed her long hair and stabbed his rigid rod between her lips.

“Unnggh!” Katie forced out a grunt as both men shoved into her. She tried to scream but her shrieks were muffled as the man in her mouth lanced to her tonsils. She could barely breathe and her body shook like a leaf as Martin ripped open her incredibly tight backside. The pain was worse than anything she had yet endured, and the humiliation that went with if was mortifying.

Alicia watched as Katie was degraded. The pain and suffering of her former companion was more than evident. Every thrust of caused her body to jerk, swinging in the chains that held her arms and legs. It must have been excruciatingly painful as Katie’s limbs were almost torn from their sockets. The tortured girl’s body gleamed with sweat and her hair swirled wildly. Her muffled cries of agony could clearly be heard. The sight brought a smile to the blonde girl’s face. Revenge. It was so sweet. It would pay for everything Katie had ever done to her.

Katie was screaming much louder now as her weight and the physical pounding she was taking from her two assailants wrenched at her limbs. The way she was chained to the wheel placed an enormous strain on her shoulder joints and the violent actions of the men assaulting her could not help but add to her anguish. She settled back to enjoy the show. There were still four other men waiting their turn. While they worked the bitch over she would think of more inventive ways of punishing her.

Katie almost wept in relief. The rape was over, but she was still in incredible pain. She hung in the chains, her body weight placing agonizing tension on her legs and arms. She couldn’t conceive of how the pain could be much worse. Alicia thought of a way.

“These seem a little light,” Alicia said, lifting one of the tiny weights that dangled from Katie’s breasts. “Perhaps I should add a little to them.”

“Alicia,” Katie gasped. “Why are you doing this? I’m your friend. You are my friend.”

“Friend,” Alicia sneered. “What type of friend steals another girl’s boyfriend? You’re nothing but a lying bitch.”

“I never stole your boyfriend,” Katie moaned. “You know I can’t compete with you.”

“That’s what you say,” Alicia replied. She had picked up another set of weights. These were attached to chains connected to large alligator clips. “All the time I thought you were my friend you and Phil were fucking behind my back. Darkstorm is going to help me with Phil. He is going to bring him here and make sure that he understands that he is mine.”

“Aahh! Katie cried as Alicia attached the large clips to her nipples. She did not bother removing the smaller weights supported by the tiny nipple rings, but simply added them alongside. She whimpered as the clips and additional weight pained her breasts badly.

Alicia stepped back. “Try this you treacherous bitch.” She jerked a lever on the wall and the wheel Katie was suspended in began to spin slowly.

“Oh god,” Katie moaned. The slow spinning of the wheel threw her body weight to the outside. The weights attached to her breasts were thrown directly out by centrifugal force and tugged hard on her nipples.

“Feeling it yet?” Alicia pulled down on the lever, increasing the speed of the wheel.

“Eeeeee!” Katie squealed as her body was flung to the outside of the wheel and the weights stretched her breasts until her nipples were twice as far from her body as normal. Katie’s piercing squeal became almost earsplitting.

Alicia smiled. This was fun. That sneaking bitch was being treated the way she deserved. She let her spin for awhile and then slowed the wheel, eventually letting it stop by itself. She saw to her annoyance that Katie was unconscious. “Gutless bitch,” Alicia murmured. I give her a little ride and she passes out.”

Moving to the comatose woman she removed the clips from her breasts, but left the nipple rings in place. They kind of looked sexy and she wanted Katie sexy as she finished torturing her. Then she removed the shackles from her wrists and ankles and dragged her from the wheel. She could have asked the guards to help her, but she wanted to do this herself.

She dragged the unconscious girl into the middle of the room. Rolling her over Alicia bound the girl’s hands behind her back using thin strands of wire. Then she rolled Katie over and using the same wire looped several strands about each of Katie’s breasts.

“Almost ready,” Alicia thought. Now she just had to wait for Katie to wake up.

Harper stood next to Darkstorm watching the torture on closed circuit TV. “She doesn’t listen very well does she?” he said referring to Alicia. “She’s going to mutilate the bitch.”

“Let her,” Darkstorm replied. “If the superheroine can heal herself after what that little slut does to her then she can heal us. And we can monitor her as she heals and find out how it is done.”

Harper nodded and continued to watch the monitor.

Katie’s first awareness was a powerful desire to vomit. She had never liked spinning amusement park rides. Then she gradually tuned in to the pain in her wrists and breasts. With a low moan she tried to get up, but her wrists were bound behind he back.

“About time you slut,” Alicia’s voice sounded. “Thought you were supposed to be a heroine.”

“Please, Alicia,” Katie moaned don’t hurt me any more. I’m still your friend.”

“Like hell you are you bitch, “ Alicia retorted. “This is final payback time. I’m going to rip off your big tits.” She pushed a button on a console she was standing next to.

“Aaahh!” Katie cried again as she felt a terrible pain in her breasts. Desperately she tried to scramble to her feet as the tension of her breasts increased.

Somehow she made it to her feet. She found that her wrists were bound painfully behind her back and that her breasts were tightly tied with wire. A metal hook suspended from the ceiling was slowly being winched higher, pulling viciously on the wire that dug into her breasts. Frantically Katie looked for someway to escape the pain. If she didn’t move fast her breasts would be entirely suspended by the wire and already the agony was frightening.

She spotted the trestles just in time. On either side of her was a wooden trestle. Flexing her legs she was able to leap onto the trestles and relieve the pain, but still the hook that was attached to the wire was pulled higher.

“Stop!” Katie cried. “You’re going to tear my breasts off!”

“Whiner,” answered Alicia. But surprisingly she hit the button, stopping the hook just in time. Katie was now straddling the two trestles, her breasts lifted by the wire that was attached to the hook. She had saved herself, but was balanced precariously on the trestles. If she fell off the wire would probably cut right through her breasts.

“How long are you going to leave me like this?” Katie asked, looking down at Alicia from her shaky perch.

“Not long, I hope,” Alicia answered. She moved to the trestle under Katie’s right foot and slowly pulled it farther away from her body, forcing Katie to widen her stance.

“No, please stop.” Katie begged.

Alicia ignored her. She went to the other trestle and pulled out the left trestle. “There,” Alicia said, smugly. “Now we’ll see how tough you are.”

Katie’s pain-filled eyes were wide with terror. Alicia had arranged the trestles so that Katie’s legs were splayed at a forty-five degree angle. It took all of her strength to hold the position and her body shook from the strain, sweat pouring off her like drops of dew on a cool summer morning. Slowly despite her every effort, her legs spread wider. The wire cut into her breasts.

“Please don’t do this!” Katie screamed. Her voice was filled with fear and pain. She could not hold out much longer. In a few minutes her strength would fail and the wire would slice into her breasts like a cheese cutter. She felt herself slip lower. The wire tightened. Opening her mouth she screamed, a long wail of pain and terror.

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