The Adventures
of Autumn
Episode
3. The Return of Darkstorm
L’Espion
with Melissa Gallant
Email:
Lespion@msn.com
Chapter
8
Betrayal
Darkstorm approached the huge translucent chamber that housed the helpless heroine. She stared down out him, floating in her liquid prison. It was time for the session that would place her under his complete control and give him the power he needed to overcome all his enemies. He could not, however, resist taunting the heroine one more time.
“You look dazzling as always, Autumn. Being constantly violated seems to agree with you. And if I may say so, the special oils I placed in the fluid that surrounds you seems to have improved your complexion. Now it is time for one more session; the one I need to complete the charging of the sphere’s power supply. After that I think we can just do this for fun.”
Autumn, of course, could not reply. Had she been able to she would have told him that she was very much looking forward having the enormous sexual probe thrust into her, but even more she desired that Darkstorm himself take her. It was unfortunate that he had not thought it necessary to install some means of communicating with her.
Darkstorm moved toward the instrument panel, but halted halfway as one of his subordinates, a man called Chaffy, came into the room. He frowned in annoyance. He had told all of his underlings never to interrupt him when he was conducting a session with Autumn unless it was of the utmost importance.
“Sir,” the Chaffy said, delivering a sloppy salute, “I have received news from one of our agents that I think you should hear immediately.”
“What is it?” Darkstorm asked. “It better be important to interrupt me at a time like this.”
“Oh it’s important, sir,” said Chaffy. “Critically important.”
Darkstorm glowered. “Then tell me what it is before I decide to use you for an electrical conductor,” he said impatiently.
“It’s nuclear attack, sir; or nucular attack as the president says.”
“I’m going to have to make sure that I don’t hire anyone else with a sense of humour,” Darkstorm thought. “Explain, idiot,” he demanded.
“President Thicket has decided that he will not submit to your blackmail. Rather than give in to your demands he has decided to sacrifice Grande Capital and take out the sphere with a nuclear strike.”
“That
“Maybe not, sir,” Chaffy said brightly - a little too brightly Darkstorm thought – “The city is being evacuated. The president is going to try to save as many as possible before the attack.”
“Bastard,” Darkstorm said furiously; spittle flying from his lips. “No one defies me and escapes retribution. President Thicket will go down as the cause of the greatest catastrophe in American history, and I don’t mean his ruthless increasing of the National Debt.”
He jabbed at the controls on the console, increasing the levels to beyond anything he had yet attempted. This was incredibly dangerous, but not to him. Subjecting Autumn to such intense levels of sexual stimulation could kill her, but in his anger Darkstorm was beyond caring. In his twisted mind he had been betrayed and he was bent on the most brutal vengeance.
“I’ll destroy them,” he muttered. “I’ll create a storm the like of which the world has never seen. It will make a nuclear explosion seem like a firecracker.”
With practiced ease his fingers ran over the console, pushing buttons, twisting dials, and adjusting the levels of the insidious sex drugs he intended to inject into his victim. With a smile that was truly diabolical he selected his largest dildo.
“Desperate measures, Autumn,” he
murmured. “Desperate measures
for desperate times. But
Floating quietly (she really had no other choice) Autumn watched Darkstorm fiddle with the controls of the evil device that brought her both pain and pleasure. She knew what was coming, or thought she did, and was completely unafraid. Her pulse quickened as she waited for the expected sexual stimulation, and she felt her loins contract with excitement.
“Uuuunnngghhh!” The sensation, when it came, was beyond anything she had imagined. It was as if someone had injected her with molten iron and then there was a rush of sexual energy so intense she was sure she was going to pass out. Inside the glass tube her body jerked like that of a marionette; her limbs moving spasmodically and her back arching until she thought it would break. The pain was truly indescribable and so was the incredible torrent of sexual energy that surged through her. Blood rushed to her sexual organs in preparation for the penetration and her legs spread involuntarily, and then the massive dildo began to enter her.
Even after the numerous sessions she had thus experienced, Autumn was not prepared for the excruciating agony of a dildo that would have made a horse squeal. She screamed in absolute agony, but of course no sound issued from her mouth. However, there was no hiding her torment. Inside the glass tube she writhed like an eel, her body assuming almost impossible positions as the sex drug raged through her veins and the enormous artificial phallus forced its way deep into her womb.
It was pure agony, but it was also something else. In spite of the intense pain she felt something mounting within her. It was an orgasm of incredible proportions. Her abdomen rippled like that of a snake digesting its prey and her breasts blazed with a fire that went beyond that of the burning liquid Darkstorm had injected into her nipples. She screamed into the mouthpiece that kept her alive and exploded in a sexual frenzy.
Darkstorm’s eyes widened as he watched the gauges measuring the energy
pouring from the heroine. It
was beyond anything he had imagined.
It was power enough to destroy half of the continental
And then his eyes got even larger as the needles on the gauges hammered against the rubber stops, some of them actually bending under the strain. An intense humming filled the air growing louder and louder and ….
“No!” Darkstorm shouted. It was too much energy. It was overloading the ability of the sphere’s superheroine energy storage batteries to absorb it all. In a panic he stabbed at the emergency shutdown button, but nothing happened. Every emergency light on the console was glowing bright red and flashing angrily. And the intense humming increased.
Darkstorm stared wide-eyed at the heroine. Her body was bent in an impossible position a look of sexual ecstasy distorting her normally calm features. The metal restraints holding her arms and legs were actually bent, something that should have been impossible. It was clear that she was undergoing a sexual experience of intense proportions and still the humming increased, filling the sphere until the gigantic metal object vibrated like an enormous bell.
There was just one thing to do and Darkstorm did it. Flipping open a special panel that only he knew existed, he revealed a bright red handle. With a curse he closed his hand over it and pulled.
Inside the sphere every light and electrical device stopped working. Outside the sphere the result was even more startling. An intense beam of light, so bright that it eclipsed the sun, erupted from the top of the sphere. It was accompanied by a roar that only those witnessing the explosion of a nuclear device had ever heard. The beam soared high into the atmosphere, punching though the cloud layer and jetting into outer space. And then it was gone as if someone had simply turned off a flashlight.
Inside the sphere, the emergency lights flicked on. Darkstorm slumped at his console for the moment utterly defeated. He had been forced to discharge every scintilla of heroine energy. The work of months was ruined and even worse, the sphere was now defenseless. It was nothing more than a giant steel ball floating on the surface of the harbour.
Too beaten to even curse, Darkstorm looked toward the glass tube that held the heroine and got an even worse shock. The glass was shattered and the heroine it had once housed was gone. Wildly he looked around and saw her standing next to the shelf where he had stored her costume. She was calmly dressing herself, but her gaze was fixed on him and the look in her eyes sent chills down his spine.
Slowly he got to his feet and then he remembered the small electrical device he always carried. He was not quite defeated yet.
Autumn kept her eyes on the evil scientist as she dressed. She was in no hurry and was still feeling the after-effects of the sexual ordeal she had been forced to endure. She suspected it would be quite some time before she shook off the unnatural feelings of lust she felt for the black-clad villain. She knew that Darkstorm could not get away. She had her full strength back. As a matter of fact she felt stronger than she had ever felt before. Was it possible that Darkstorm’s sordid experiments had actually changed her for the better?
Darkstorm pressed a button on his console, summoning his henchmen and waited for the heroine to react. He no longer dared stay in the sphere, but he did not intend to go without taking Autumn with him. In spite of all appearances she was still his, as she would soon find out.
“That won’t do you any good Skeld,” Autumn said quietly, using Darkstorm’s real name. “You know you can’t outrun me and I doubt that with the sphere powered-down you can summon any tentacles to deal with me.”
Darkstorm turned smiling. “Oh, I have no intention of running, at least not from you. As a matter of fact it is you who should be attempting to escape. He held up the small electrical device.
Autumn’s face did not change. “An electrical field generator,” she commented as several of Darkstorm’s thugs entered the room. They stopped short when they saw the fully restored heroine.
“That won’t work any more,” Autumn continued. “I have a counter device that neutralizes it.” She touched the belt that Will had constructed for her as if to make sure that it was there.
“Is that so?” Darkstorm smiled. He did not seem in the least concerned.
“Enough of this,” Autumn said. “You’ve got two of my friends in here somewhere as well as Shadowcloud. You have three seconds to surrender and then tell me where they are or I start breaking things up; beginning with you.”
Darkstorm’s smile widened even further. For a man who had lost everything and now faced several lifetimes of imprisonment if not the death penalty, he did not seem nearly as worried as he should be.
Pompous madman,” Autumn said. She hurled herself toward him.
She was partway into her leap as she felt her strength leave her. She slammed heavily to the floor and lay there too weak to move. “What?” she gasped. “How…?”
“Very simple, you stupid bitch,” Darkstorm gloated. “I simply disabled your electronic belt.”
Autumn was stunned. “How could you have known?” she gasped.
“I told him,” said a familiar voice.
Autumn turned her head in the direction of the speaker, knowing before she saw him who it was. “Will,” she stammered incredulously. “You told him? But Why?”
Will stood over her, hands on hips. “Well,” he drawled. “I must say that you’re a mighty good fuck. But that doesn’t pay the bills. Darkstorm paid me a million dollars to build a switch into the belt that turns it off, plus a permanent job in his organization. I’ll miss your blow jobs, but for that kind of money I can buy as many as I need.”
Autumn could not reply. Utterly devastated she made no effort to resist as Darkstorm's; men stripped her electronic belt from her and handcuffed her hands behind her back. “Take her down to the escape hatch,” Darkstorm ordered. “We’ll put her on board the submarine and then have a bit of fun with her once we are underway. I’m not finished yet. As long as I have the superheroine I can always start over.”
Head down, her heart broken, Autumn stumbled as she was led away. Behind her Will watched her go a smug smile on his face. “That bit of fun include me?” he asked.
“Certainly, my boy,” Darkstorm replied. “You have more than earned it. Now give me a hand with this equipment. The sooner we get the essential gear packed away the sooner you and I can start to enjoy the heroine.”
Will grinned. He liked his job better and better all the time.
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