Katie Jones was in a bit of a rush

The Adventures of Autumn

Autumn Meets Shadowcloud

L’Espion with Melissa Gallant

Chapter 9 Turning the Tables

Alicia sat disconsolately in her cell. She had been left alone for the last day or so, although she had no idea how much longer that would last. When she had been brought to the cell the goons who had escorted her had made numerous comments about what they would like to do to her if they got the chance. She had no doubt that they would eventually keep their promises.

Over and over again she reviewed her failure. Once again she had been the cause of Autumn’s demise. It was bad enough that she had been brutally raped and humiliated, but she had dragged her childhood friend and companion into the mess with her. She and Katie were very different personalities, but there was a strong bond between them that had never weakened even as they had grown apart in their attitudes toward sex and dating. Katie had ever been cautious in this area, whereas Alicia had reveled in it. None of that mattered now. They were both prisoners of criminals who could only be best described as sadistic sexual perverts.

She wondered what was happening to Katie. She fully understood that the real purpose of capturing her had been to lure Katie into a trap. The sexual torture she had suffered had merely been an added bonus as far as her captors were concerned. Getting to her feet she paced back and forth. Everything seemed so hopeless. She was certain that her friend was being brutally tortured. If what had been done to her was any indication then Katie’s suffering must be truly terrible. After all, she didn’t even know the people who had brutalized her. What would they do to someone they actually disliked?

The sound of someone outside her cell made her stop her pacing. She couldn’t see anything through the heavy solid steel door, but she was certain she had heard voices. She wondered if the guards had come for her at last. Returning to her simple fold down cot she sat with her hands in her lap.

The door opened and two guards crowed in. Behind them was a third. “Well, isn’t this nice?” she led guard sneered. “The little girl who wanted to play at being a cop. Look what it got you. I’ll bet your ass and pussy are still sore.”

Alicia said nothing, but remained with her head down in a position of complete subjugation. “Looks like the bitch is completely whipped,” said guard number two. “What say we take her here?”

The other two guards nodded their approval. “Sounds OK,” said Guard Three. You’re sure no one can see us?”

“No, the security system is down,” Guard One replied. “Maybe that’s why Darkstorm has let that cat-bitch take over. Let’s get on with it.” He moved toward the girl.

Alicia immediately backed as far down the cot as she could, an expression of terror on her face. “Oh no, please don’t. Please don’t hurt me.”

Guard One laughed. “This is going to be sweet. I’m going to enjoy pounding that sweet ass.” He moved toward the girl, unbuckling his belt.

Alicia’s foot caught him dead centre, knocking him straight back into Guard Two. Leaping to her feet she charged straight into the surprised guards, snagging Guard One’s Taser as she leaped past him. She jammed the Taser into Guard Two’s throat and then went after Guard Three. Stupidly the third guard caught his foot on the lip of the cell door as he backed frantically away and fell heavily into the corridor, followed by Alicia. Before the stunned thug could get up Alicia had used the Taser on him as well and she kept on using it until he stopped moving. Then she went back and finished off the other two guards.

Breathing heavily she looked down at her unconscious opponents, thanking her lucky stars that there had only been three of them. She had done it. Over and over again she had visualized what she would do when the guards had come for her. Thanks to the overconfidence of the guards and the surge of adrenaline in her arteries she had done it. Now she had to find Katie.

She dragged the third guard into the cell and closed the door, locking it behind her. With any luck the guards would not be found until she had gotten Katie out of Darkstorm’s lair. She only had a vague idea of where to look. She guessed that wherever Katie had been taken it was probably close to the cell block. Darkstorm probably wouldn’t want to have to march his victims throughout the complex when he tortured and experimented on them.

Now that she had escaped, Alicia felt a little weak as her body reacted to the drop in adrenaline levels in her bloodstream, but she forced herself to keep going. She was going to find Katie or die trying. In her somewhat euphoric state, it never occurred to her that she simply had to find a phone and call 911. Perhaps it might have had she come across a phone, but before she did she heard voices coming toward her.

“… great set of tits. Just looking at her gives me such a hard on it hurts.”

“Yeah, well this one is off limits for now. Darkstorm and that cat-bitch want her in good shape for their experiments.”

There were at lest two men coming down the hall. Fortunately Alicia wasn’t totally stupid. She had the presence of mind to take the set of keys from Guard One. Unlocking the cell next to her she ducked inside and waited as the voices came closer.

The sound of feet marching down the hall got louder and then began to recede. Slowly Alicia eased open the cell door. A few feet away with their backs turned to her two men were dragging what appeared to be an unconscious woman down the hall. She didn’t hesitate. Moving behind the two guards, one Taser in each hand, she shot them full of electricity. As the two men dropped to the floor, their bodies convulsing, she saw the woman was indeed Katie.

“Bastards,” Alicia gasped. Her friend/s body was covered in bruises and tiny pinpricks, and she seemed to be barely breathing.

“I’ve got to get her out of here,” Alicia thought. “She could die.” The problem was that Alicia was almost done in. She was not fully recovered from her brutal ordeal and her escape and rescue of Katie had left her with very little left in the way of reserve energy.

“I’ve got to do it,” Alicia grunted, placing her arms under Katie’s armpits and dragging her toward what she hoped was the exit from Darkstorm’s lair. Katie didn’t make a sound. Her dead weight dragged Alicia down sapping her remaining strength, but the girl kept going. Somehow she had to succeed.

She noted that one of the doors she passed was a janitorial storage closet. Almost exhausted, Alicia set Katie down. The girl was still unconscious and Alicia knew that her failing strength couldn’t take her much farther. Opening the door to the closet she flicked on the light. Her heart leapt. She had guessed right. Wheeling the janitorial cart out into the hallway she loaded Katie onto it. It was not the most elegant means of transport, but it would have to do. Now if she could only escape without running into any more of Darkstorm’s thugs.

It seemed to take forever, but finally she found a service elevator. Not knowing what else to do she rolled the cart into it and rode it to the top floor of the building. Perhaps if she could get to the roof…

The last part of the escape was the hardest. The elevator only went to the top floor. In order to get to the roof she had to haul Katie up two flights of stairs. She used a fireman’s carry and by the time she staggered out of the rooftop exit she was almost fainting from the exertion. It was the hardest exercise Alicia had ever done in her life. Much harder than the time she had made love to three men at once in an all-night session.

Setting Katie on the roof she collapsed and sat panting, the simple prison costume she was dressed in soaked through with sweat. Katie stirred.

A few seconds later her friend opened her eyes. “Katie,” Alicia gasped are you all right?”

To Alicia’s surprise, Katie sat up and then got to her feet. Swaying slightly, Katie replied. “I think so. How did I get up here?”

“There no time to explain,” Alicia replied. “We’ve got to get out of here. Darkstorm could discover that we’ve escaped at any time.”

“I’m not worried about Darkstorm. You must have carried me outside the range of the electromagnetic field. I’ve got my powers back. However, I could use some clothing. You’re right we will get out of here, but I’m coming back as soon as I get dressed.” Without waiting for further discussion, Katie picked Alicia up and hurtled into the air.

“What do you mean they’re gone?” Shadowcloud hissed. “You stupid bastard. I need that bitch; I have to recharge my powers.”

The thug reporting the escape of Autumn and her cop companion, quaked before Shadowcloud’s rage. He had good reason to; a few seconds later she killed him, slashing his throat with a sweep of the razor tipped claws and splattering blood over Darkstorm’s office.

“Take this garbage out of here, and clean up the mess,” she shouted at the other two men who had come to bring her the bad news. Fuming in rage, she could barely contain herself, and was most surprised when a few seconds later Darkstorm appeared in the doorway.

“What do you want?” she growled. “You here to share the blame for the incompetence of those idiots you hired?”

“No,” Darkstorm said calmly. Shadowcloud noted that he was once again wearing his mask. “No,” he repeated, “I’m here to take back what is mine.”

Too late Shadowcloud darted across the room. She probably could not have avoided the spread of tranquilizer darts anyway. More than a dozen were fired her way from the men just behind Darkstorm. Three of them hit her.

“You…son of … a bit…” Shadowcloud gasped and then everything swam before her eyes and she collapsed.

“Ooohh!” Shadowcloud groaned. Her head felt as if it was being crushed in a vise and her tongue tasted like the bottom of a cat litter box. For a second she did not know where she was and then it came to her as a wave of fear swept over her.

“No!” she gasped, trying to break the bonds that held her fast, but she could barely move a muscle. She was stretched out at a forty-five degree angle, her ankles shackled to the floor, and her arms stretched over her head and secured to the top of a metal table that was bolted to the floor. Her fingers were spread out on the tabletop and each one was independently secured to its surface by a steel band. A few feet away Darkstorm leered triumphantly at her.

“You bitch,” he growled. “Once again I’ve been robbed of my prize, but this time I have a consolation prize. I can’t transfer Autumn’s powers, but I can transfer yours. But before I do I going to teach you what happens to those who double-cross me.”

“First I’m going to declaw the cat. Feel free to scream. This is going to hurt a lot.” As he finished speaking Darkstorm put on a pair of industrial ear protectors and picked up a large pair of pliers.

“You son-of-a-fucking whore, let me go,” screamed the villainess. Then she screamed even louder as Darkstorm clamped the pliers down on the claw of her index finger and began to pull on it.

“Eeeeagggghhh!” Shadowcloud’s shriek was truly spectacular as Darkstorm ripped out the first claw, leaving a bloody gash in the end of her finger.

“There,” Darkstorm said. “That wasn’t too bad was it? I hardly heard a thing.” From behind his mask he chortled at his own pathetic joke and then moved the pliers to the next claw.

By the time he was finished Shadowclaw’s body shook from the sobs that racked her body. She was completely shattered. She hadn’t cried like that since she was a little girl. But Darkstorm’s torture was beyond anything she had yet experienced. The tip of each of her fingers was a bloody mess, throbbing with pain. In front of Darkstorm was a neat little pile of her claws, each with strips of flesh still clinging to it.

“Now it is time for the usual humiliation,” Darkstorm leered. “I believe it is something with which you are familiar. It is called a gang rape.”

Shadowcloud merely moaned. Her fingertips felt as if they were bathing in a bowl of molten lead. “You don’t seem very impressed,” said Darkstorm disapprovingly. “Perhaps I will have to make it a bit more painful. He stood beside her, his hand closing over her dangling right breast. Squeezing the soft flesh he mused allowed. “Perhaps a bit of extra weight might add to the sensation.”

Shadowcloud tried to pull herself together. The paralyzing effect of the tranquilizer darts had worn off. She was not some trembling heroine who blubbered like a child when she was tortured. She was the foremost villainess in the country. At least she hoped she was. This disgraceful episode might tarnish her reputation somewhat if it ever got out. Stifling a snivel, she turned her yellow green orbs on Darkstorm.

Fighting back the pain she tried to keep her voice level. “You don’t want to do that, Darkstorm. You want to let me go. We don’t have to be enemies when we could be lovers.”

Darkstorm licked his lips as he looked at the helpless villainess. She was so captivating. That tall supple body; those sweet heavy breasts; the heavenly slit between her powerfully muscled thighs. He shook his head and gave himself a mental slap. “Oh, you are good! You almost had me there. If only I had a way to absorb that ability as well as your strength I would be invincible. Now where was I – Oh yes, I was going to do something painful to your breasts.”

Shadowcloud began to pant. “Darkstorm. Think of what I can offer you if I give myself freely. I’m good you know; very, very good.”

“I’ve just admitted that,” Darkstorm replied, trying not to pay too much attention to the massive erection he now sported. Walking awkwardly he moved across the room, and picked up something from a shelf.

Shadowcloud licked her lips. “Take me now,” she said huskily. “Take me now while my ripe body is helpless and spread before you for the taking.”

Darkstorm returned to Shadowcloud’s side. His erection was even more massive if possible. God she was beautiful. Sweat streaked her panting body. It was all he could do not to rip his clothes off and take her right then. But that would be fatal. He couldn’t give in.

“You are very handsome without your mask, you know,” the villainess purred. “Why don’t you take me now? My love tunnel is warm and wet. It longs to embrace your manhood.”

“Eerrgghh!” Darkstorm grunted. He gritted his teeth so hard that his jaws ached.

“Can’t you sense it?” Shadowcloud continued. “I’m almost bursting. I need you inside m… Mmmppphhh!”

Darkstorm slumped against the metal frame that held Shadowcloud. The bitch almost had him. Wiping the sweat from his brow he returned to his workbench. He’d find a way to change her tune.

Mmmmmpphh! Mmmppphhh! Mmmmppphh!” Shadowcloud swung her head back and forth, but she could not shake loose the ball gag Darkstorm had shoved into her mouth. She had been so close. A few more seconds and he would have been hers. She rolled her eyes around to where Darkstorm was gathering apparatus from his workbench. She didn’t like what she saw.

“Mmmmppphhh!” she protested again. But this time her muffled cry was motivated by fear. “Mmmmmpppphhhh!!” The pain, as the large hook was inserted into her left breast, was excruciating. Darkstorm had placed the needle tip just below her areola and pushed it all the way through the tender flesh until an inch of the barb stood out just above her nipple.

“One or two?” Darkstorm asked. Shadowcloud moaned in pain. “One should do, especially after I add this.” He placed a heavy lead sinker onto the end of the hook, pulling down Shadowcloud’s exquisite but heavy breast.

Darkstorm stepped back and began to unbuckle his belt. “Now I think I will take you up on your offer.” He released his throbbing member. He hadn’t had an erection like that since he was nineteen. Moving between the trembling thighs of the villainess her placed his hands on the curve of her hips and holding her steady, drove into her.

“Mmmmppphh!”

Darkstorm smiled. The cry of the villainess was most rewarding. As she had advertised she was ready for him, and about as tight and juicy as any woman he had ever taken. Slowly he withdrew a little and then thrust back in. The villainess twisted her body. Darkstorm groaned in pleasure. She was so warm and tight she might have been a virgin. Grunting with satisfaction he took her slowly. A fuck this good was well work drawing out.

Shadowcloud was almost too exhausted to grunt any more. Darkstorm had fucked her thoroughly, giving her about as good a reaming out as she had ever received. The heavy weight swinging beneath her pierced breast had been pure agony and she had cried out into her gag throughout the ordeal. But that was just the first installment. After satisfying his lust, Darkstorm had called every member of his gang into the lab and let them enjoy themselves. It had taken a very long time for everyone of them to have a go at her. A very long time.

She had been raped so many times that the skin of her inner thighs had been scraped raw and her vagina would not stop bleeding. The floor below her and her legs were covered in a smear of her blood and the slightest touch anywhere in her vaginal region was pure anguish. If she could have screamed properly she probably would have blown out her vocal cords. But now she was too exhausted to react. She hung limply as she was violated for the fiftieth time. Or was it the fifty-first? It didn’t really matter. She had been reduced to a whimpering sex toy praying that the ordeal would finally end.

The thug raping her cried out and spurted into her, his load mixing with that of dozens of others. Darkstorm stepped forward. “You don’t seem to be enjoying this quite as much as I thought you would. Perhaps with someone as highly sexed as you we cannot properly satisfy you.”

Shadowcloud’s only reply was a muffled whimper, but it changed as she saw what Darkstorm intended to do. “You should be nicely lubricated by now,” he said, holding up an enormous dildo.

The villainess somehow found the strength to twist her body as Darkstorm moved behind her. He liked what he saw. He once fierce yellow-green eyes were now wide with fear. They seemed to be begging him not to hurt her any more. With a cruel grin, Darkstorm placed the enormous device at the bloody lips of her vulva. Shadowcloud gave a moan of fear. Slowly and deliberately Darkstorm pushed the device home.

It took quite a bit of pressure to get it to fit. Darkstorm raised his eyebrows at that. After the number of times she had been serviced you would think she would be as loose as a ten dollar whore. Most importantly though was the writhing of the cat-woman’s body. She made quite a bit of noise, even with the gag. He grinned, savagely. He’d leave it in overnight and see haw she was in the morning.

Shadowcloud screamed as hard as she could. Darkstorm was splitting her like a ripe peach. She now regretted her arrogance. If she could she would have begged for his forgiveness; anything to end the unremitting pain and humiliation.

How much more could she take? The object Darkstorm was trusting into her would destroy her internal organs if pushed in all the way. Was that what he intended? “Please let me faint,” she thought. “Anything to end this.”

The lights suddenly dimmed. Darkstorm gave a muffled curse. The room was now lit only by the emergency lighting. “No, it can’t be!” he muttered.

There was a loud noise and Shadowcloud saw the heavy steel door of the room go spinning wildly through the air before embedding itself in the far wall. A figure clad in black, scarlet, and gold appeared where the door had been. “You!” Darkstorm exclaimed. “But I’ve got a backup generator.”

“You had a backup generator,” Autumn corrected. “I destroyed it first. I didn’t expect you’d notice since it wasn’t being used.”

“Son-of-a-bitch,” Darkstorm exclaimed. He ran to his bench and scrabbled to retrieve something.

“Strange,” said Autumn, moving across the room before the villain had a chance to act. “That is what I was going to call you.” She picked up Darkstorm with one hand and calmly bounced him off the wall twenty feet away. She wandered over to Shadowcloud. “My, you’re a sorry mess. Did you two have a lover’s quarrel?”

The heroine shook her head at the sight of the dildo. “That’s huge. Even bigger than the one you stuck into me. I bet it hurts.”

Shadowcloud looked at the heroine with pleading eyes. “Albright,” Autumn sighed. “I’ll take it out, but next time try to choose your lovers more carefully.”

Shadowcloud winced as the dildo was removed and cried as the hook was pulled free of her breast. Autumn removed the ball gag. “There, there,” she said soothingly. “It’s all gone. You’ll have plenty of time to recover while you’re in jail.” Shadowcloud burst into tears.

Darkstorm paced his cell. It was completely windowless and the only opening in the door was inch thick one-way glass so that the guards could observe him. “You’d think I was dangerous or something,” he muttered. Actually, he was glad of the isolation. As a former member of the Police Commission he had been influential in sending away many of the residents of the prison. Given a chance any one of them might decide to even the score by sticking a home-made knife between his ribs. Anyway he did not intend to be here long. Already his lawyers were working on an appeal. Sooner or later they would find a way to get him out and if they didn’t, well he had other resources. One way of the other he would be free and when he did… Well, there were a number of scores to settle, the first one being with a very irritating superheroine.

Shadowcloud paced restlessly in her cell. She had almost recovered from her ordeal at the hands of Darkstorm or Skeld, or whatever the asshole wanted to call himself. Her claws had almost grown back. Soon she hoped they would be put to proper use. In the meantime, there was this cell. Measuring only ten by four it was pitifully small, and had no view of the outside. There was no way of getting out. Electronic surveillance meant that she was watched 24 hours a day and there were sensors buried in the wall that would release an anesthetic gas into the cell if the walls were damaged. She would just have to wait. And that was the problem. The confined quarters had her sweating in panic. Several times she had fought back the urge to scream and tear mindlessly at the door to the cell. She whimpered in fear and then struggled to regain her self-control. Even worse than the brutal torture Darkstorm had meted out was her humiliating response to it. In her own mind, not to mention those that had witnessed her collapse, she had degraded herself by responding to what he did to her like a frightened little girl. She was a villainess. The nastiest and most cunning villainess in Grande Capital. However she reacted from now on, it would not be with terror. She turned to the surveillance camera, bared her teeth and hissed, the hair on her head standing up. She smiled. That made her feel a whole lot better.

“Let’s go out,” Katie said.

Alicia gave her a peculiar look. The two young women had been staying in Autumn’s secret apartment ever since their capture of Darkstorm and Shadowcloud. They had decided that they could both use the companionship and it had been clearly shown that living apart they were quite vulnerable to attack. Perhaps together they would be safer.

“Are you sure you want to?” Alicia asked. After her last series of sexual misadventures, she was not sure that she wanted to go out. She was still a little sore from what had been done to her and that was over a month ago.

“Sure,” Katie replied. “We’ve been cooped up in here too long. What with Darkstorm and Shadowcloud in jail the crime rate has dropped almost to zero.”

“And you know,” Katie added a little shamefacedly, “I’ve never had a real boyfriend even though I’ve been… Well, you know what I mean.”

“Yes I do Alicia,” said her eyes misting over a little. “And I’ve had too many boyfriends.”

“Come on,” Katie said, getting to her feet. “I believe it’s Ladies’ Night at the Stud Klub. If we can’t find any nice boys maybe we can tuck some bills into a few waistbands.”

Alicia grinned. “Talked me into it.” She took Katie’s arm. “Shall we go or shall I change into a sluttier outfit?”

Katie patted Alicia’ bare midriff. “I think what you have on will do just fine.” Arm in arm the two girls headed out the door.

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