Shadows of Torment II

Shadows of Torment II
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ISBN:  9781907753695
Author:  Bruce McLachlan
Word Count:  73,142
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Rubber straps crisscrossed her contained form and kept her pinned mercilessly down to the padded interior surfaces. Her eyes were screwed shut against the influx of light and she whimpered pitifully against the metal plate that was fastened across her entire lower face and held in place by stern internal vacuum.
   The executive grinned wickedly and reached in to run his hand down her quaking body. She shivered and the motion inflamed his libido. He touched an interior control and watched as the barriers before him parted. The small wall that faced him all day while he sat and worked slithered back and the floor retreated to create a wide ‘V’ that pointed blatantly to the exposed and quivering pussy of his prisoner.

Tyra returns in the sequel to Shadows of Torment.

Free from control and seeking vengeance against her old master, Tyra learns that Balthazar was once the lieutenant of a galactic crime syndicate. It was in this position that he acquired his taste - and skills - for dominance.

Tyra breaks into his private off-world estate but is captured. She then finds herself lost in a nefarious realm of forbidden pleasures, impossible delights, and exquisite vice. Enrolled as a concubine, her submission is tested to the full as she starts to unearth the many astounding secrets that surround her.

Meanwhile, Lily is subjected to the cruel and merciless training of her old lover and her former employer, who has struck a deal with a new and terrible force whose goal is nothing less than total dominance over all life.

Gradually, the sultry fates of both women are set on a collision course…

'Balthazar's the name, I'm your new owner and this is my home. Does that answer it succinctly enough for you?'
   The stranger sat himself on the end of the bed, and Petal backed warily away. 'Nobody owns me,' she hissed.
  'Really?' Balthazar brazenly reached out for her shoulder. Petal turned and started to scamper away but he had clearly anticipated her choice of flight. He jolted forward and managed to grab her trailing hair. The sudden pull to the follicles made her head course with mayhem. She froze and tensed against the distress. The pain and his presumption that he could manhandle her immediately inspired vigorous choler.
   'And where do you think you're going?' he asked.
   'Let go of me or I'll rip that hand off and make you eat it, you son of bitch,' she snapped in animal panic. The effects of this slight pull were almost more than she could bear. The fact that she may well be trapped in an artificial body, and that she had been auctioned, was making her numb with dread. Slavery to life supports was one thing, slavery to a wealthy pervert was quite another.
   'That cyborg body is certainly capable, but I'd like to see you try,' he mumbled.
   The revelation of the truth made her wince inwardly. While she continued to remain stunned, Balthazar started to reel her in by the rein on her head. Petal grimaced as she was pulled back towards him and then her patience finally snapped.
   With a snarl she spun around and threw a ferocious punch at him. It stopped dead in the air an inch from his smiling face. Petal stared at him in alarm and then glared at the frozen limb. She fought to make it connect and even leaned into it to try and push it forward, but the arm refused to continue its passage.
   'What the...' she began.
   'That's one lesson. Here's another.' Balthazar touched one of the bio-ports that dwelt amidst his tattoo, and suddenly cyan arcs of lightning were playing about her form. The cocoon of rippling jagged curls of energy embraced her entirely and savaged every particle of her new anatomy. Petal hollered in dismay and dropped face first onto the bed. Her arms and legs thrashed madly but she could not stop the assault.
   The man responsible for her grief released the control and watched impassively when she sank back into the covers. Petal lay inert and gasped for breath. Her eyes were kept tightly closed and she prayed to wake up. The excruciating discipline had been more than she could have ever predicted. She could not face it again.
   She felt hands upon her. The gentle examination of her phased form rolled up and down her legs and then touched her rear.
   'That looked painful. Here, let me soothe those frazzled and very expensive nerve fibres.'
   Petal gave a gasp when she was suddenly flipped over. Before she could react the stranger climbed up and pinned her wrists to the bed with his hands. His legs straddled her stomach and she looked up at him with a scowl while her enfeebled legs shifted against the satin. Petal tried to get up but all the magnificent strength that had previously possessed her had vanished like a morning mist.
   'What... what have you done to me?' she asked shakily.
   'Me? Nothing. Nothing at all. But the Corporation installed a few little surprises for you, ones that I specifically asked for. Wait... so, oh yeah, I guess I did do it, in a way,' he chuckled.
   Petal closed her eyes. 'I'll kill you for this.'
   Balthazar taunted her with another giggle. 'Oh stop being so surly. It's a real pain. Look, you've spent your whole life as a wretched husk. Don't you want to know what pleasure is? Does it really matter where it comes from?'
   Balthazar leaned in and she felt his lips brush her neck. She quaked and gave a long sigh of sultry relish. The pain had been unbelievable, but the pleasure was just as acute. She surged beneath him when he started to offer detailed kisses to her throat, and then craned her head up to offer him more to work with.
   'Stop... I... it...' she stammered. Petal wanted him to stop, but the allure of such divine feelings was hard to deny.
   'Shhhh. Hate me all you want, but I can do whatever I wish with you. So you can either enjoy it or loathe it. I really don't care. Right now though, I just want to sample what the Corporation has been managing to accomplish with fully functional pleasure cyborgs.'
   Petal felt him pull her arms down to her sides, where he kept his hold secure and began to slowly kiss his way down across her collarbone. She desperately wanted to revile this activity, to swat him aside and flee, but the effect of soft skin on her new enhanced hide was too entrancing.
   'Stop, pleeeease,' she hissed desperately.
   'Ask me again and I will,' he said.
   Petal's chest stretched up from the covers and her thighs clamped together when his mouth encompassed a nipple and a flitting tongue danced to the tip. Her words were stalled by the heady gasps of delight she was forced to release. The words to make him stop gathered in her throat but could not escape. He moved to the other, and when he was assured of her acquiescence his hands gradually slipped from her wrists and moved inward.
   Hunched over her, Balthazar began to carefully caress and stroke her assets while continuing to attend her nipples with his expert oral ministrations.
   A hand started to lower down her body and her thighs started to spread when it approached. Her own hunger for sensation had taken over and her body was almost responding automatically in order to acquire more. She was helpless against mere touches, lost to kisses and defeated by delight.
   His fingers stroked her sex and she gave a creaking whimper of strain from having to lie still. Her hands clenched into the covers and squeezed with all their might because of the sheer ecstasy rocking her pussy. Was this how normal healthy humans felt, or were her responses as enhanced as the rest of her?
   'What do you want?' he asked softly.
   A subtle pinch captured her clit and started a minute rolling motion. It made her cry out with bliss. The kisses to her nipples returned and her instincts rashly spoke after ignoring her dignity.
   'Take me! I want to feel you fuck me! Please! Now! I'm begging you! Fuck me!' she cried. There was a quick rustle of cloth and Petal began to question whether she had actually said these words. Had she actually just petitioned her ravishment? The truth was dramatically exposed when a stern cock touched the lips of her pussy and then shot forward.
   Petal's scream reverberated through the chamber and there was the soft rip of satin being torn when the strength of her grips was applied to the sheets in full. Her entire scope of sensation seemed to shrivel and become a magnified storm between her legs. Every tiny detail of each slow thrust rushed through her startled mind and she was left paralysed by it.
   Balthazar withdrew and grabbed his length. He swirled the tip around her quaking pussy and tickled her roused clit before he again sank himself into her. She felt him push to her deepest recesses and the swollen invading shaft retreated so it might continue its diving rate.
   A vague glimmer of her resentment returned, but all it managed to do was have her lift her hands to his chest and try to fend him off with tiny enervated shoves that did more to excite him than deter him. His thrusts became deeper and harder and the scorching rhapsody made her wail.
   Balthazar answered this squeal by lowering a little so that her hands slipped up his chest, and then he readily engulfed the fingers in his mouth. Petal cried out afresh. She was at the mercy of a sexual beast and her own wanton cravings would not let her try to stop their liaison.
   Without warning he retreated and grabbed her thigh. Pliant from pleasure, Petal did nothing save shudder when he cast the leg over and rolled her onto her front. A hand darted between her legs and pinched her clit once more. The sudden influx caused her hindquarters to leap up from the covers.
   Balthazar held her there with his infernal grip, and she smothered her face into the covers and shrieked. The pleasure was abominably intense, and when it became pain she could not differentiate which sensation was what.
   The pinch offered little pulls from side to side that made her sway and her thighs to flash with bursts of tension. Petal's hands again sank into the covers beside her head and the digits easily pierced the fabrics, and then even managed to penetrate the surface of the mattress. Another finger ran into her body like a minor manhood, and once it captured her moisture it exited and then plunged into her rear. Her tight sphincter erupted with shock, anguish, and delight to such a degree that her clawed fingers started to pull back and carve great wounds in the mattress. The dense fabrics could not hope to hold her libidinous berserker state and her head jerked up to release the previously muted squeals in all their raging clarity.
   The finger tickled her insides and wriggled around beyond the fleshy barricade. Petal wanted to close her legs and try to eject him, but the pinch to her clit would not allow it. The finger fled sharply and the same hand dropped to spank her rear. A series of six sharp claps laid hot zones to her quivering buttocks, and as her thighs slowly started to close he added more to her inner thighs to make sure they moved apart to offer her to his designs in a most brazen fashion.
   Each swat of his hand brought a bark of surprised licentious fervour and his stern control over her clit started to become more brutal. Slight pulls and twists made her fight to stay still, and when she thought she could take no more he arose and sheathed himself within her pussy once more. The spiteful play had made her more sensitive and even more receptive to the invasion of his cock, and she felt ready to pass out from the experience.
   Balthazar grabbed her forearms and she did not resist when he brought them out of the tears in the mattress and applied holds to her wrists. He twisted her arms up behind her back, pushed her face into the bed and started to slam his turgid shaft as deep as he could.
   Petal's eyes bulged and her maw remained wide while sound failed to emerge. She was now mute against the event.
   Balthazar kept her hands together with one of his, and employed the freed one to continue with the odd spank or to reach under and tweak her nipples. He would change hands to make sure both sides gained his full attention, and all Petal could do was struggle weakly and pant.
   The man who had purchased her reborn anatomy decided to torment her with words in addition to his eerily seductive lust. 'No one can hear you. No one cares. You are a possession, a thing, like this bed or this room. You are a mere artefact to be used for its function and regarded only for its material value,' he hissed...

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