The Adventures of Autumn

The Adventures of Autumn

Episode 3. The Return of Darkstorm

L’Espion with Melissa Gallant

Chapter 7 Autumn’s Battle

His clothes soaked in perspiration Darkstorm staggered to the chair in front of the control panel. Sex this way was not quite as good as the real thing, but he judged that he would have that soon. Autumn was weakening. Each time he raped her and extracted her energy she climaxed more quickly and with a greater surge of power than before. Slowly he was breaking down her will to resist. This time she had even cried out in pleasure as several orgasms rippled through her body. He knew that such a show of weakness was terribly humiliating to the heroine, almost worse than the violation of her body, as it signaled that her mind too was coming under his power.

He licked his lips at the thought of that powerful body heaving beneath him as he penetrated her. He had raped her before, but always when she was rendered helpless by being bound or shackled and with her powers dimmed. What would it be like to fuck her when her powers were not limited? The thought had him stiffening again.

Blleeep! Darkstorm’s eyes turned in the direction of the sound. Someone had entered the sphere!

“Bastards,” he muttered. He had made it clear to the authorities what he would do to Grand Capital if he was double-crossed. If they thought that little storm he had hit the city with was all he had they were in for a terrible surprise. With Autumn’s power enhancing his weather machine he would be able to level the city.

He checked out the CC screen monitoring the area that had been invaded. In a few seconds he should be able to… What the Hell!

“Christ!” For a second his blood chilled. Shadowcloud! No it couldn’t be. He’d killed her. But it was definitely a very athletic looking woman in tight-fitting red spandex. The screen went blank, obviously the camera had been destroyed by the intruder.

He continued to track the red-garbed woman using the trail of broken cameras as his guide. He permitted himself to smile. Whomever she was, she was headed straight toward the same guardian that had taken out Autumn. She was in for a very rude surprise, and one that she would not be able to turn off as easily as a camera.

Autumn floated quietly in bluish liquid of the tank. She felt drained as she always did after one of her sessions with Darkstorm. The continued sexual invasion of her body and her reaction to it was slowly robbing her of her will. The first few sessions had been horrendous. The pain as her body was brutally raped had been acute and the forced orgasms had sapped her energy.

However, a disturbing trend had begun the fourth time she had been violated. She actually felt her body beginning to move in response to the rhythm of the giant artificial phallus as it pounded into her defenceless body. The next time it had been even worse. The aphrodisiac serum injected into her nipples was obviously having an effect; an effect that was slowly and insidiously destroying her ability to resist.

And this last time she had moaned as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her. Darkstorm’s meters registering her energy output had gone wild. The result had left her barely conscious, but even more frightening was the fact that she wanted more. Had she not been so exhausted she would have begged Darkstorm to take her again. His brutal torture was turning her into a wanton nymphomaniac.

“Got to escape,” she thought as she slipped even closer to unconsciousness. The next session would destroy her. Already her loins tingled at the thought of it, but there was nothing that she could do. Her eyes closed and the sleep of exhaustion overcame her. Her last waking thought was of what it would be like to spread her legs and let Darkstorm have his way with her. It was a thought that filled her both with terror and desire.

“Snakes!” Writhing toward her were dozens of snakes. Shadowcloud wasn’t afraid of much, but one thing that filled her with unreasoning fear was that of being tossed into a pit of snakes. Without thinking she backed away from the wriggling reptiles and then suddenly realized that she had been deceived by her fear.

“Tentacles!” she exclaimed. They were tentacles, not snakes. That wasn’t much better until she saw that they were not real but artificial, consisting of tendrils of steel. This was almost as frightening, but it was something she could deal with. As the first tentacle reached for her she slashed at it with lightning quickness. Her razor-like claws sliced through the tentacle sending it twitching to the floor of the corridor. But another came at her and another. She slashed at all of them, fighting off attack after attack, until by sheer numbers one got through and encircled her ankle.

Tightening, the tentacle jerked her from her feet. Immediately more tentacles encircled her legs and then her arms and waist. Lifting her into the air they closed about her body until she was rendered helpless, wrapped in steel. She kept struggling even as the tentacles squeezed the breath from her body. For a brief second as she gasped for air she thought that she was going to be suffocated, but then the constricting pressure eased somewhat and she knew that she was merely going to be captured. “Of course,” she thought. “Darkstorm would not let me off so easily.”

She lay in the tentacles for what seemed like an eternity, awaiting her captors. She had plenty of time to imagine what Darkstorm would do to her when she was finally taken to him. That thought had her sweating and sent chills down her spine simultaneously. Her gut clenched every time she thought of the punishments he had meted out to her and especially the brutal manner of her execution. She also knew that he would not be so careless next time. Next time he would almost certainly watch her die, but only after he had exacted a measure of revenge that was almost certain to include rape, torture, and possible mutilation.

Darkstorm came for her in person. Whether it was out of curiosity or whether he came to gloat, Shadowcloud was not sure, but he soon turned to gloating once he recognized who she was.

“It appears that once again I have underestimated you. It never occurred to me that you might actually survive a three hundred foot drop. If it wasn’t for your twisted personality I might actually consider further experiments on you along with the heroine.”

“Twisted personality?” wondered Shadowcloud. “What the hell does he think dressing up in black and torturing women while attempting to dominate the world is all about? At least I was just a humble jewel thief.”

She did not, however, voice these thoughts aloud. There was still the possibility that Darkstorm might be talked into letting her go if she could convince him that she had learned the error of her ways. Like most megalomaniacs, the villain was unbelievably vain. Perhaps through false praise she could convince him to let her go.

“You’re right not to trust me, Darkstorm,” she began. “I was out for revenge, but like the stupid woman I am, I fell into your hands once again. I should have known that I could never defeat a man of your genius.”

Darkstorm curled his lip in a sneer. “You’re right about that, you scheming bitch. And I’m also too much of a genius to fall for a complete load of crap. I am going to enjoy torturing you and this time when you die I am going to watch until your heart stops beating.”

Darkstorm applied the shackles himself. They were of his own design, apparently left over from the time he had captured her before; and were constructed of titanium; light but strong enough to withstand anything Shadowcloud could do to it. They consisted of a metal collar which he secured about her neck. Extending an arm’s length on either side of the collar were two metal arms, each ending in cuffs that locked about each of her wrists. The cuffs were well designed. Once locked about her wrists she could not twist her hands to allow her clawed fingers to reach the metal.

As the restraints were placed upon her the tentacles uncoiled from her body, permitting her to stand, although before allowing her that privilege Darkstorm linked her ankles with a short length of chain. She could walk, but not run or kick.

His henchmen hauled her to her feet and then with short shuffling steps she was herded deep into the sphere. Her fear increased with each metre that she progressed into Darkstorm’s realm. She understood all too well that she would be subjected to painful and humiliating torture. That she would be raped went without saying. But that would be merely the beginning. Darkstorm had a strong aversion to strong-willed women. No torture session was complete until he had completely humiliated and degraded his victim.

The only thing that might save her was the fact that the villain loathed completely mutilating his victim. Minor acts of brutality, however, were completely acceptable as he had once demonstrated when he had used a pair of pliers to tear out each of her claws while she screamed and babbled in acute agony.

It was that memory, among others, that had her close to sobbing in fear by the time they reached her destination. It was a large room, probably located in the very heart of the sphere, and it was filled with humming machinery and banks of electronic components and blinking lights. What immediately caught her eye, however, was something else.

Shadowcloud’s luminous cat’s eyes narrowed to slits as she spotted her hated enemy. Then she grinned savagely. “So you got the heroine bitch too,” she growled. “At least that’s something.”

Inside the large glass vessel in which she floated the heroine’s head turned and her eyes fixed on Shadowcloud. It was almost as if she had heard the cat woman’s comment as perhaps she might have. But Shadowcloud noticed that Autumn’s eyes barely focused, almost as if she was drugged, and her expression did not change. If she was truly aware of Shadowcloud’s presence she gave no sign.

“Yes,” Darkstorm gloated. “You see that I have your nemesis within my power. Daily her mind grows weaker, even as her power feeds my machines. Soon she will be so totally within my power that she will become my willing slave.”

He grinned at Shadowcloud. “It is almost time for her next session. If you are lucky you will see the complete subjugation of a heroine. In the meantime it is only fitting that I amuse myself with you.”

Darkstorm’s last words sent a chill through Shadowcloud. Her stomach knotted in fear as the guards led her to a chain that dangled from the ceiling. Linking the end of the chain through her collar Darkstorm flicked a switch that tightened the chain until she was forced onto the tips of her toes in order to keep from strangling. It was a position that she knew she could not hold for long in spite of her impressive strength. Struggling to maintain her balance she awaited Darkstorm’s pleasure.

“First let’s get rid of that encumbering costume,” the dark villain said. Moving to a bench he opened a drawer and studied its contents. Finally, reaching a decision he reached in and took out a metal instrument which he held up for Shadowcloud’s inspection. She tried to remain calm as her eyes lighted on the gleaming blade.

Darkstorm touched the blade to the skin-tight spandex, but he did not attempt to slip it under the edge of the costume to cut through it, instead he pressed the razor edge downward, slicing through the costume from the outside. The fact that he traced a long, thin, bloody line down her perfect skin only made the act more pleasurable.

Shadowcloud gritted her teeth against the pain, as her skin was sliced open. The cut was not deep, but it was extremely painful and bled fiercely, her blood pooling on the steel floor beneath her. Screaming would have made her feel better, but she was not about to give Darkstorm the satisfaction over such a minor wound. More disturbing than the pain, however, was the fact that Darkstorm was unlikely to want to rape her bloody body. He would no doubt focus completely on torturing her, a prospect that would no doubt make her present agony seem quite minor.

Stripped of her costume, she tried not to think of what Darkstorm might do to her next. Although the pain of the cuts was excruciating, they were minor and already her superhuman powers of healing were sealing the wounds. Darkstorm, however, was still holding the scalpel.

“That is what I like about you, Shadowcloud,” he said. “Your powers of healing allow me to keep torturing you almost forever.” He touched the scalpel to her left nipple a made a quick cut.

Shadowcloud winced at the sudden searing pain. Then winced again as Darkstorm moved about her, cutting at her body at random. Each minute cut was meaningless in itself, but as the tiny wounds multiplied, Shadowcloud began to moan in agony.

“I believe the Chinese refer to this as the death of a thousand cuts,” Darkstorm crowed. “But for you I expect it will take many more. However, I am prepared to keep this up until you are not only shrieking in agony, but also until you are dead.”

Through the mounting pain, Shadowcloud’s heart sank. Even the brutality of rape would have prolonged her life and perhaps offered her a chance to escape, but she was to be denied even that dubious opportunity. She faced ever increasing pain; pain that would increase until she was turned into a quivering bloody wreck, screaming in anguish as her life finally drained out of her. It would take hours or perhaps even days if Darkstorm was patient. Desperately she begged for her life, forgetting that her previous attempts to persuade Darkstorm to be merciful had been completely futile.

“Darkstorm, please don’t do this. I beg you. Please let me live. I promise to go far away. I promise never to challenge you again. I’ve learned my lesson. You are far too powerful for me to challenge. I’m nothing but a weak woman; totally at your mercy.”

Darkstorm let her go on like this for several minutes, all the while continuing his tiny incisions. Like ant bites they became increasingly painful. By the time she had repeated her speech for the tenth time she was sobbing in terror and frustration. It was about that time that Darkstorm’s scornful laugh told her that she was doomed. And then a voice interrupted her horror.

“Why are you doing this? Why wasn’t I told that you had another heroine? Why did you not offer her to me?”

Darkstorm halted his brutal torture to stare in annoyance at a tall, dark, man dressed in the clothing of an Arab prince. Through a haze of pain, Shadowcloud watched the man approach, her heart jumping with renewed hope. She realized that for some reason or another Darkstorm had left on the spandex mask she had fashioned.

“She’s not a heroine,” Darkstorm replied. “She’s an evil slut who would just as soon rip out your bowels you as look at you, and I’m giving her the sort of death she deserves.”

“If she’s not a heroine then why is she wearing a mask? Was she invited to some sort of costume party?”

“This bitch is the most treacherous whore I’ve ever met,” Darkstorm growled. “I’ve tried to kill her twice and each time she has escaped. This time she’s going to die.”

“I demand that you turn her over to me,” the Arab ordered. “It was part of our agreement.”

“She’ll kill you, you Arab twit,” Darkstorm responded. “She’s far too dangerous to let loose.”

“I didn’t say let her loose,” al Rashid countered. “I said turn her over to me. It’s too bad that your brutal stupidity has spoiled her beauty.”

“You don’t seem to realize what you’re up against,” Darkstorm said, taking al Rashid by the arm. Take a good look at her.”

Al Rashid looked and his eyes widened in amazement. “She’s healing,” he exclaimed. “healing before my very eyes. That’s incredible.”

“Yes,” Darkstorm continued. “She’s damned tough to kill, and those claws of her can cut through steel like it was paper. You won’t stand a chance against her.”

Al Rashid licked his lips. “She’s much more interesting and exciting than the other two you gave me. I had them screaming their heads off inside of five minutes. Turn her over to me and let me have some fun with her. You can send along some of your men to make sure that she doesn’t escape.”

Darkstorm seemed to hesitate and al Rashid spoke again. “Give her to me and I’ll consider it a major down payment on what you owe me.”

“Alright,” Darkstorm said, a sly smile stealing over his lips, “but you will have my men with you at all times.”

“Agreed,” al Rashid said. “Have her cleaned up and sent to my quarters. I’ll be waiting for her.”

Shadowcloud tried to remain steady on her feet as Darkstorm’s men unfastened the chain about her neck. Her strength was almost completely gone. Healing took a tremendous amount out of her body and it usually required several days of good food and rest to recover from the drain on her body’s resources. She doubted that she would get any of that now. As she settled back on her feet she swayed and had to be caught by one of the guards or she would have fallen. With a man on either side of her offering support she was led out of the room wondering what new trials awaited her. At least it could be no worse than what she had already endured – she hoped.

Terrible screams aroused Autumn from her sleep. She awoke to see Shadowcloud’s horrendous ordeal. Revolted by the brutal torture of the cat woman, she was helpless to do anything except watch. Shadowcloud’s shrieks of agony were terrible to hear, and it was with some relief that she saw al Rashid claim her for himself. She doubted that Shadowcloud would get off easily, but at least she was not being sliced to pieces.

Unfortunately, now that Darkstorm was no longer distracted by Shadowcloud he was free to turn his attention to her. The villain approached, his masked face revealing nothing, but Autumn had no doubt that beneath his mask was the usual lascivious leer he wore when he looked at her.

“Ready for your next session, heroine? I expect that you’re recovered enough to experience another round of sexual ecstasy.”

The question was rhetorical. Autumn had no way of replying, but Darkstorm could never resist taunting his helpless victims. Unfortunately, he was correct. Although dreading his increasing power over her, the continued sexual stimulation along with the injection of the addictive sex drugs had her almost looking forward to the next session. Darkstorm did not know it, but he had already won. Autumn would now do almost anything for a sexual fix.

The injection was painful as usual, the fire of the injection spreading from her nipples into her tightening, swelling breasts and then down to her belly. From there it flowed to her loins, igniting a fire that she could not extinguish. A tremor ran through her body as she fought the insidious and degrading power of the drug, but as her labia and clitoris filled with blood, she arched her back in expectation. If she could have panted in desire she would have.

“NO!” she thought, “NO! I won’t be turned into a whore! But it was too late. Her entire body shuddered as the sexual probe parted her vulva and forced its way into her. Once again there was the blinding pain as the gigantic artificial phallus forced apart her pelvic bones and then there was the incredible explosion of pleasure as her body shook with orgasm after orgasm. This time however, the incredible contractions would not stop; they went on and on, sending Darkstorm’s instruments wild.

Energy surged from the heroine’s body, spiking the meters on the control panel. It was the most powerful reaction yet and Darkstorm’s eyes were drawn to another bank of dials and gauges that measured the chemical changes in the heroine’s body. Astonished, the villain stared at the enormous flow of energy that surged into the giant storage batteries that powered the sphere. He had never anticipated such an outpouring of power. With a quick motion he hit the emergency switch discharging the power to the outside. In the streets of Grand Capital citizens, the police, and the military cringed as giant bolts of lightning cracked the sky, rocking the city with the concussive force of thunder.

Inside the sphere Darkstorm raised his hands in triumph. He had won! The heroine was his, betrayed by her own body. As the heroine’s body shuddered in sexual frenzy he knew that from now on Autumn, the most powerful of his foes, would be his willing sex slave.

Al Rashid looked with displeasure upon his latest acquisition. “What is the mater with you? I demand that you stand.”

From her knees Shadowcloud answered. “I cannot. My energy is exhausted. I need time to regain my strength.”

“What kind of a heroine are you? I thought your powers were inexhaustible.”

“I’m not a heroine, you Arabian asshole,” Shadowcloud spat. “I would just as soon rip Autumn to shreds as look at her.”

“You are disrespectful, as are most American bitches. You need to learn proper respect.” Al Rashid gestured to Darkstorm’s guards. “Pick her up and secure her. I’m going to give her a lesson in manners.”

With her hands and neck already encircled by bands of titanium it didn’t take much to secure Shadowcloud’s naked body. All that had to be done was to fix chains to each end of the metal bar and lift her to her feet.

Her tall, beautifully muscled body was now completely exposed for al Rashid’s torment. The sheik licked his lips in anticipation, visualizing the painful punishment he was about to mete out.

“Let me see,” he mused aloud. “Should I give you a good flogging? I find that most enjoyable. It is quick and direct and the recipient knows what is being done to her. A bit messy though. There is usually a lot of blood, but since you are a heroine it might be interesting to see how much you can take.”

Shadowcloud growled in anger, but fear pulsed inside her. She hated being helpless and hated even more being shackled and at the mercy of someone as stupid and pompous as Al Rashid. Even more she hated the pain of torture and the knowledge that her oppressor could do whatever he wanted to her for as long as he wished.

“I’ve told you,” she finally said in reply to Al Rashid’s comments, “I’m not a heroine, and my powers are limited. I need time to recover. If you damage me now all I’ll do is bleed. I’ve used up all of my reserves of strength.”

“In that case,” Al Rashid said, maybe I’ll just have a few minutes pleasure with you. I’m sure you will be able to recover from that. Then I’ll wait for you to fully recover before having a bit more fun with you.”

“Pleasure?” Shadowcloud asked. “You mean you intend to rape me. Well go ahead. I might even enjoy it. After all, you’re very masculine and I like strong men.”

Al Rashid frowned. This seemed a strange reply, but before he could puzzle it out the cat woman continued.

“I made a mistake in coming here. I thought I was only going up against Darkstorm. I didn’t know I would have another equally dangerous opponent.”

Al Rashid frowned. The cat woman was talking nonsense, but somehow her words were strangely attractive. He listened intently as she continued.

“I’m sure being taken by you would be something I’d remember forever. You must be a master in the bedroom. Why don’t you take me there and tie me down on the bed and have youf way with me. Make me scream in pain and passion.”

Al Rashid shook his head. What in the Name of the Prophet was happening to him? He stared at the beautiful and completely helpless woman. She was entirely in his power and he could do anything he wanted to her. He glanced at his guards. They were ogling her with an intense fascination he found quite disturbing.

He turned his gaze back to her and made the mistake of looking into her incredible yellow-green eyes. They seemed to grown larger, drawing him into them. “Take me,” she purred her words flowing like honey. “You don’t even have to untie me. Just march me to your bedroom and have your wicked way with me.”

“Drivel,” thought Al Rashid. The woman was talking complete drivel. Did she think he was a complete fool to be so easily deceived? Still, she did have a good idea. It made no sense be beat her so bloody that he couldn’t fuck her later. She was helpless as long as he didn’t allow her out of the shackles Darkstorm had placed on her.

“Take her to my rooms,” he ordered. “I’ll show her what its like to be taken by an Arab prince.” His guards obeyed, moving with even greater speed than usual. He didn’t catch the slight smile that played about the lips of the cat-woman.

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