The Adventures of Autumn

The Adventures of Autumn

L’Espion with Melissa Gallant

Chapter 6 Avenged

Katie’s scream ripped through the room as her strength failed her and the wire bit into her breasts. The pain as the soft flesh was sliced like salami was beyond imagining and then suddenly the world whirled around her and everything went black.

She was aware of a dull throbbing where her breasts had been. Slowly she opened her eyes. She was lying on her back, on a soft yielding surface. She raised her head, her eyes going to her bosom. Unbelievingly she lifted her hand to touch her right nipple.

“They’re still there,” she murmured. “I thought I had lost them.”

She sat up. She was completely naked, but safe in her room, sitting in the middle of her bed. It had happened again. She had somehow teleported herself away from danger. She tried to think of how she had done it, but as on the previous occasion she could not remember. Uncertainly, she got to her feet. Her breasts still hurt, as did the other parts of her anatomy that had been maltreated. But the pain was fading fast as her amazing ability to heal took over. She was very hungry and so thirsty she doubted that she would be able to swallow properly. Making her way into the bathroom she filled her drinking glass and took a sip.

That was better. She sipped again, and then as her throat returned to normal, she drained the glass. Still thirsty, she filled the glass and drank again. Then returning to her bedroom she pulled on some clothes and went to the kitchen. All was quiet in the house. Her mother and father must be either at work or searching for her. How long had she been missing. She had lost track of time in Darkstorm’s lair. Had it been a day? She wasn’t sure. Checking the tiny calendar tacked to the fridge she saw that it had only been a couple of days.

Just two days. It had seemed so much longer, especially when she had been tortured by Alicia. Alicia! Her friend was still a prisoner of Darkstorm. There was no telling what the brutal villain was doing to her.

Slap! Alicia’s blonde head snapped back as Darkstorm backhanded her. She couldn’t avoid the blow, two of his henchmen were holding her tight, one twisting each of her arms behind her.

“What do you mean she disappeared?” Darkstorm raged. “You fucking bitch. I leave her in your care for a couple of hours and you let her escape. You must be punished.”

“No,” Alicia protested. “I did nothing wrong. I don’t know how she escaped, but it was not my fault. One second she was there, screaming, and the next she was gone.” A deep fear seized her as Darkstorm reached for the chains closing the front of her costume.

“No don’t,” she begged. “It wasn’t my fault. I did what you asked. I made her scream.”

“Now it is your turn to scream once more,” Darkstorm replied as he exposed Alicia’s breasts. “Let this be a message to those who fail me.”

“No, please,” Alicia begged as she was dragged over to the chains that had once held Katie. “Please! Please!” She was practically sobbing as Darkstorm stripped her to the waist and then had her arms chained over her head.

“Noooo!” she shrieked as Darkstorm attached the first of the electrodes to her left nipple. The jagged alligator clip cut into the erect flesh most painfully.

“Come come,” Darkstorm said. “Such a fuss. You didn’t scream like this the first time.”

“That’s because I didn’t realize how much it was going to hurt,” sobbed the helpless girl. “Please don’t do this to me. I’ll be your loyal servant.”

“You will anyway,” Darkstorm said, attaching the second electrode to Alicia’s other nipple. She screamed loudly. He smiled and stepped back and then switched on the current.

“Eeeeaaahhh!” Alicia screamed like a banshee. Her luscious body twisted and gyrated in agony as she danced under the electric current.

Darkstorm let her scream. Her frantic efforts to escape and her agonized shrieks were most stimulating. He felt his member grow rock hard, but still he waited while the girl writhed in agony. Only when she went limp from exhaustion did he turn off the current.

“Revive her,” he ordered, “and bring her to my chambers. She and I are going to have a little private session.”

Alicia whimpered in fear. Darkstorm had bound her to the bed in as painful a configuration as he could contrive. He had spread-eagled her on the bed, securing her wrists and ankles to each corner. Then he had attached a leather belt to her waist and hooking it to a pulley hanging from the ceiling had hoisted her upward, arching her back painfully and leaving her vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do to her.

He had begun by giving her a “good fucking,” to use his own words. But that had not been enough. After raping her twice, he invited Harper into the room and let him have a go at her.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Darkstorm said. “Do anything you want to the little slut. She is of no more use to us.”

Harper’s face twisted in a sadistic grin. He had already decided what he was going to do to her. He unbuckled his pants and climbed on to the bed. First a little sexual recreation.

The henchman was brutally and thorough. He had worried her quivering breasts like a hyena descending on a carcass, leaving her nipples raw and bleeding. And he had raped her savagely, increasing her pain by inserting a large dildo into her anus before going to work on her vagina. By the time he was through she was almost beyond exhaustion and sinking into the welcome relief of unconsciousness.

“No you don’t bitch,” Said Harper, rolling off his victim. I want you awake. I’m not nearly finished with you. He slapped her face, rocking her head hard. “I want you to feel this.”

He took out a razor edged knife. “You know, I’ve always wanted to do this to a woman. I noticed you had the same idea concerning the superheroine bitch. Yours was quite imaginative. Mine is more direct.”

“What are you going to do?” Alicia moaned. She was in great pain and discomfort, but her eyes were fixed on the knife in Harper’s hands.

“A little surgery. I think I’ll change you from a D cup to an A.” He reached out and took hold of her nipple. He held the knife to the base of her breast. Alicia screamed.

Autumn was extremely annoyed. “Pissed,” would have been the word of choice. She had been forced to don one of her old costumes. This crimefighting career was murder on her outfits. She had been a few sizes smaller in the chest when she had designed the one she was wearing now, but there was nothing for it; it was all she had left.

“Hope this doesn’t annoy the army too much,” she thought. She was poised just above the military base just on the edge of town. Directly below her was the base ammunition dump. The building the aerial ordnance was stored in was heavily secured by a massive steel door, but it wouldn’t keep her out for long. She swooped down toward the building. She would have preferred to ask for what she wanted, but she just didn’t have the time.

The building was unguarded. No doubt the military considered the twenty foot high security fence and the location of the magazine to be more than enough security. The door to the magazine was sealed by an electronic lock, but that mattered little to Autumn. Straining her muscles she removed the door by the hinges. The sound of a siren brought to her attention the fact that she had triggered an alarm. She would have to work fast if she did not want a horde of soldiers down on her.

The entered the magazine. Stored in row after neat row were hundreds of high explosives. She picked one of the larger bombs and cradling it in her arms moved to the entrance. She was only just in time. The sound of Humvee engines and running feet alerted her to the fact that the military had arrived. She took two steps and launched herself into the air. Within a few seconds she was hundreds of feet above the ground.

She flew to a secluded forest area on the edge of the base and set the fuse. Bombs didn’t explode very well unless they were properly prepared. It was the first time she had ever done this sort of thing, but she had a good memory and it was amazing what could be learned from the internet.

Finished, she picked up the bomb and headed toward the abandoned airport below which was Darkstorm’s concealed base. She hoped that she was in time. There was no telling what that Darkstorm and his thugs were doing to poor Alicia.

Just before the knife cut into her flesh Alicia’s memory came back to her. In the split second before Harper cut off her breast she remembered everything that had happened to her, and even worse everything that she had done. She had time for just one brief thought. “Oh Katie, I’m sorry.” Then Harper jabbed the point of the knife into her soft yielding flesh.

Or rather he attempted to. At that moment there was an enormous explosion and suddenly the lights went out. They flickered on almost immediately, but Harper was no longer interested in performing surgery on her bosom. Instead he looked wildly around him as a series of stunning explosions shook the building.

“What the hell…,” Harper gasped. He looked toward the door, clearly thinking of escape and then back toward Alicia.

Another tremendous explosion decided him. He headed for the door. “So long, twat,” he yelled. “I would have liked to spend some quality time with you, but I think I am needed elsewhere.”

“Bull’s-eye!” exclaimed Autumn. The bomb she had tossed toward Darkstorm’s base had landed right on top of the area concealing the huge whirling weather generator. She watched in satisfaction as bits and pieces of the diabolical machine were blown high in the air and explosion after explosion tore Darkstorm’s base apart. Then she remembered that Alicia was still somewhere in the complex.

“Shit,” she muttered. “That’s not good.” Quickly she swept toward the exploding base using all of her powers of acceleration.

The hole over the wreckage of the weather machine provided her with easy access to the base. She dropped to the floor of the machine room aware as she did so that the room was full of smoke and flames. “Bizarre,” she thought. “I wonder why destroying that machine always causes Darkstorm’s base to explode. One day she would like to have the time to fond out, but meanwhile she had more important things to do.

“Where would Alicia be?” she wondered. She tried to remember the location of the prison cells, but the layout of the base was a little hazy in her mind. She hadn’t exactly been concentrating on where she was when Darkstorm and his men were raping and torturing her. A piercing scream helped her out. It was filled with terror and high pitched. And it sounded just like Alicia.

Alicia screamed. She was bound to the bed, helpless as the room filled with smoke and flame. She had escaped cruel mutilation only to face the prospect of being burned alive. She screamed again, a long wail of fear and hopelessness. She was doomed.

Suddenly a familiar figure appeared in the door. Even in her guise of Autumn Alicia easily recognized the friend she had so brutally tortured. She was never so glad to see anyone in her life.

“Katie, I’m sorry,” she sobbed, as the superheroine snapped the chains that bound her.

“Don’t call me that,” Autumn replied. “You’re not supposed to know who I am.”

Alicia whimpered as she was released from her bondage and Katie removed the huge dildo from her anus, pulling it out as gently as she could. It was almost as bad coming out as it was going in and she came very close to fainting. Somehow, however, she managed to remain conscious, secure in Katie’s arms as her superheroine friend carried her away from danger.

Autumn fled the exploding complex as quickly as she could. It was apparent that Alicia was in need of serious medical attention. The girl was covered in cuts and bruises, and her vagina bled steadily.

“Ohh, don’t die on me,” Autumn thought. Alicia’s was breathing was very shallow and irregular, and Autumn felt a deep fear that her friend might not last until she got her to a doctor. She called on all of her power to increase her speed as she hurtled toward the city with her semiconscious friend.

At last the hospital came into sight. Autumn glided to a landing on the roof and gently set her friend down. Alicia opened her eyes. “How did you do that?” she asked.

Autumn looked at her friend dumbfounded. Alicia was covered in blood and dirt, but every trace of her injuries had disappeared. “I don’t know,” she said at last.

“I could feel it happening as you carried me,” Alicia said. “One minute I was in terrible pain, and then a feeling of warmth spread through me and suddenly I was whole again.”

“Another ability,” Autumn thought. “Harper and Darkstorm were right. I could have healed them. I wonder how much more I can do.”

“I’m cold,” Alicia announced, interrupting Autumn’s musings. “Could I get some clothes?”

“I guess there’s no need to take you to the hospital anymore,” Autumn said. She wondered whether she should ask Alicia to wait while she fetched some clothing for the shivering girl or whether she should pick her up again and take her along. The flight would make Alicia even colder, but she would get to a warm place faster. However, there was another problem. She had been betrayed and tortured by Alicia. Even though she knew that the girl had been brutally tortured and given mind altering drugs there was now a gulf that existed between them. Somehow it didn’t seem right to pick up Alicia when she was conscious.

“Please Katie,” said Alicia, she was now shivering violently. “Hold me.”

Autumn suddenly realized that Alicia was shivering from more than just the cold. She thought of the horrible ordeal the girl had been put through. Of course she had been put through a similar ordeal, but she was a superheroine. She was supposed to suffer. Her heart went out to her childhood friend. Kneeling beside her she folded her arms about the trembling girl.

“Oh Katie,” Alicia said, suddenly bursting into tears. “I’m so sorry. I almost killed you.”

“Umm,” said Autumn, not quite sure what to do. “That’s nice, but it wasn’t your fault. It was Darkstorm and Harper.”

Alicia’s sobbing became more frenzied leaving Autumn confused and embarrassed. She babbled out something about not deserving such a good friend, a sentiment Autumn was inclined to agree with. “Let’s get you some clothes,” she said, picking up the almost hysterical girl.

Harper fled through the burning building. Damn Darkstorm’s machines. Why did they always have to blow up? All of the normal exits were blocked by burning debris. He was heading for the secret exit known only to himself and Darkstorm. He wondered if the arch villain himself had escaped or whether he had perished as well. Just a few more feet and he would reach the secret door. There it was. He just had to trigger the hidden catch.

He inserted his fingers in the lock mechanism. He screamed and jerked back his hand. Disbelievingly he stared as what remained of his fingers. They were all severed just above the second knuckle. “Darkstorm,” he thought. The bastard must have passed through the secret passage before him. Opening the door changed the lock mechanism into a brutal trap. Why had the son-of-a-bitch not disabled it?

Behind him the passage erupted into flame. The heat was so intense that it blistered the paint from the walls. His fear almost eclipsed the terrible pain of his severed fingers. He was trapped. Before him was the secret door, but it was intended to be opened only by the fingers of right hand and all of them were missing. “Darkstorm, you bastard!” His scream was swallowed by the roar of the fire as his clothing burst into flame.

Autumn watched Alicia gyrating on the dance floor. Things between the two women seemed back to normal or so Autumn hoped. Alicia was back to her normal routine with a slight difference. She went to the bar. She danced. She picked up men, but she no longer went home with them. “I’ve had enough sex for the time being,” she explained. “And I can’t forget what Harper and Darkstorm made me do to you.”

It was a good sign. The girl knew her secret and it was vitally important that they remain the best of friends. In addition, there had been no sign of Darkstorm or Harper. Perhaps they had both perished in the inferno that swept through Darkstorm’s lair. One could but hope. In the meantime, there was one unexpected side affect of her sexual adventure in Darkstorm’s dungeons. Katie smiled alluringly at the young man across the table and placed her hand on his. They had only met a day or so ago, but tonight she would get to know him better. She flicked her tongue over her lips. Much better.

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