Shadows of Torment

Shadows of Torment
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ISBN:  9781907753688
Author:  Bruce McLachlan
Word Count:  87,876
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Running his fingers along the selection of weapons, he kept his eyes on her, devouring her dolour as though it were the most succulent fare.
   Fingers closed around a whip, the solid black handle spitting forth a dozen pendulous strands of dark leather.
   Unhooking the scourge, he shook it and let her see the long tentacles dance in the light. The ribbons winked like jewels, the hide shivering with vivacity as he moved back towards her, swinging the weapon in a loose grasp.
   ‘Ask me to whip you,’ he announced coldly, the same twisted leer plaguing his lips.
   There was no response she could give to such a demand. Her voice started to tremble a few random syllables, but could not articulate and so she dropped back into silence. Her arms tugged at the bonds, hoping that some weakness had developed, some way of letting her get free of the churning lucent pangs in her belly, rear and breasts.

Massively in debt, Tyra is auctioned to the highest bidder to recover the vast sums she owes. Sold as a pleasure slave to a nefarious businessman, she is used to sate his whims as well as the dark unbridled lusts of his aids and favoured supporters.

Kept in the lofty palace of her owner, Tyra finds the locale a place of unrestrained carnal excess, where anyone with money or connections can indulge even the most depraved passions. Subjected to discipline and punishment, she is taught to revel in her slavery, and finally Tyra begins to find pleasure in her pain.

Then, betrayed, she finds that perhaps her life was not as she thought and that there is more to her enforced captivity than her debts...

Awareness returned in a sudden dazzling flash, every sense reaching full clarity in an instant. Tyra was lying upon a soft bed, the satin sheets a striking violet shade, sensuously smooth against her skin. The chamber itself was opulent in extravagant styles, the cascading drapes forming a shimmering circle about her, the soft breezes winding through them scented with a catalogue of subtle fragrances.
   An inert forearm lay before her gaze, her body on its side. The unblemished snowy flesh looked so perfect, so alien, the usual sight of a withered, painfully thin limb was gone, and only this exemplary creation remained. It looked and felt so real it was hard to imagine that beneath the tender skin lay an artificial interior, painstakingly constructed by bio engineers. Closing her hand, she watched the fingers tense and move while she tried to picture the hidden mechanisms at work within the slender digits. It was as close to real as humanity could produce, and a zenith of achievement - motivated fibre bundles as muscles, veins of bio fluids, a Crysteel reinforced skeleton - a superior copy in every respect to the organic original. God created man, and now man created virtual gods.
   Sitting up, Tyra looked across her body and found it clad in seductive lingerie, the ensemble presented in white shades and of exquisite quality. A satin and lace basque closed about her torso. The near translucent lace of the front panel and the cups revealed her skin and nipples to furtive view, the plunging design offering up her cleavage to adoration. The attached suspenders reached down and slipped beneath the thin straps of her plain thong, grabbing the ivory tips of fine denier, albino seamed stockings. Her feet were left bare within the hose, her toes sealed within the snowy sheet.
   The sight of such provocative attire did not bode well for the fate to which she was allotted, yet it further impressed upon her the glory of her new form - the flawlessness and radiant pulchritude. It readily seemed as though the flesh was crafted to show off the attire, her form equally pleasing to the eye as that of any model. Also, it felt glorious, the soft satin smoothness, like milk beneath her fingertips, brushing her skin, making her squirm within its opulence. Arching her back she let her hands roll down her sides, diving and ascending upon her curves, her broad smile stretching across her painted lips.
   She had always dreamed of a cure, of being reborn and being able to live a fantasy of being beautiful. It was her ultimate escapist dream, and now it was real.
   Movement in her peripheral vision caused Tyra to snap her attention aside. Her eyes focused to a degree impossible for normal vision, drawing forth an image from behind the curtains, a human form moving through the rippling sheets.
   Rising onto her knees she watched with central intensity as he emerged. The man was moving deep into his thirties, with a slender mane of dark red hair running along the centre of his head, falling down the back to his waist. A tattoo of a scorpion was painted along the shaven left side of his skull. The depicted chitin sparkled in the light and was embellished with several exposed circuit implants - neural reservoirs to allow the speedy upload and assimilation of data. Silver rings dotted his lobes, and his features were dark and sinister, the eyes betraying a feral and cold nature that was almost inhuman. Clad in white close fitting attire, a set of tall grey boots and matching baggy jacket complemented the stark garments, the wide shoulders and high collar trimmed with silver. He moved with a confidence gleaned from arrogant power, and thus she surmised that this was in all likelihood, the person responsible for her purchase.
   'Where am I?' she questioned, panning her gaze over her shoulders in search of other hidden denizens, confirming they were indeed alone.
   'In my home,' he announced frankly, seating himself at the end of her bed, his eyes fixed upon her, staring intently. 'Where you are to provide services to myself, and my guests,' he added, his words banishing all semblance of civility.
   Without warning he moved forward towards her, reaching out to snag her new body with licentious fingers. The spontaneous advance caused her outrage to boil over.
   Recoiling suddenly, her actions had him to turn his groping clutch into a dive, the extended hand clamping to her trailing bicep and anchoring Tyra suddenly before she could flee the surface of the bed.
   Jerking her head around she regarded the grip, and rapidly followed it back until she saw his broad grin, the tight smile exposing lust-clenched teeth.
   'And where do you think you are going?' he hissed.
   A lifetime of passivity evaporated under the leering stare, and her hands furled into tight clubs.
   The new flesh moved like lightning, the perfectly sculpted artificial muscles and tendons swinging around to aim a deadly punch at the source of angst. A ferocious jerk afflicted her arm and torso, causing her to spasm aside and drop to the floor. Her body had acted contrary to the demands of her mind, the velocity of her sanguinary attack leading her fall, the treachery leaving her stunned.
   Collapsing heavily onto her flank, the thick carpet proved an excellent cushion, leaving her sprawled at his feet.
   'A vain attempt, but a lesson more easily learned by experience than through verbal education,' he purred smugly, dropping his hovering hand to the bed and leaning back to lounge upon the soft sheets.
   Looking up at the ceiling, he gently kicked his legs as they dangled over the edge.
   'As your owner I am quite safe from any ravages you may decide to unleash upon me, and you are quite bound to do my bidding, no matter how distasteful you may find it.'
   Flexing her body, she shivered upon the floor, clawing at the carpet, overwhelmed by a sense of bitter rage that she was powerless to exorcise.
   'Now, Tyra, I command you to get up here,' he uttered, the demand finding reception in her body and causing it to act without any help from herself. The frame remained completely oblivious to her most fervent demands to stop it from performing that which he had requested.
   As she arose he grabbed her wrist and with a sudden yank caused her to flip face down onto the bed. Before she could move he was upon her, his weight settling on her back while she flailed vainly beneath his desire. Hooked fingers slid into the cleft of her buttocks and ferreted out the back of her thong, the feel of such attention making her gasp in dismay. With the slender strip in his grasp, a sudden abrupt haul removed the exiguous underwear amidst the soft rip of delicate fabrics. The barbaric stripping tugged her abdomen into the air and then let it fall back, bouncing to a halt upon the soft mattress. Tyra stared up, chagrin at her inability to mount any coherent form of defence against the impending ravishment. All she could do was paw at him with weak limbs, all the strength having fled, leaving her fingers to slide ineffectually upon his arms and body.
   Motivated by the subtlest whim, a backhanded slap emerged from nowhere and danced across her slightly exposed cheek, spinning her head aside and filling the flesh with stinging heat. The sharpness of the sensation was startling, the level of what should have been a meagre pain causing her to wilt, her psyche unwilling to inspire another dose of such intolerable feeling. Unbridled euphoria ruled his face, his delight in subduing her, in defeating her struggles and indulging his passion without any chance of her stopping him.
   Locking digits upon a shoulder and lifting himself upon his knees, he straddled her form and flipped her beneath him. Clapping hands to her shoulders once more, the fingers tightly caressed the rounded joints, luxuriating in their shape while he stared across the rest of her body, the gaze lingering across her breasts and inviting contours.
   'Yes, a wise investment, more so for the other purposes I can put to this innocent frame. But enough of that, you will learn such things when the time comes. Right now I want to see the Corporation's meaning of - fully functional,' he announced, using the words like a weapon to maliciously batter her psyche while he stretched out to lie alongside the fearful captive.
   Flipping her arms over her head, he locked her wrists there with one hand. His strength easily overcame her deliberately feeble body, and his body moved atop hers while his other hand chose to explore. Fingers meandered down her torso and squeezed her assets, leaving Tyra to grit her teeth. Her face screwed up in endurance and disgust, unable to do anything against this ignominy.
   Growling in her artificial skull, she tried to tell herself that this was not happening, that it was some horrible daydream afflicting her while she snoozed in her bed. But the delusion failed to gain roots and was revealed as a dim lie. What made it far worse though, was the pleasure rising from the touch, her skin so eager to be touched, the slightest caress sending ripples of willing response through her system. The contradiction tore her between revelling in his touch, and reviling it.
   When his hand began to swing lower her straining efforts to escape grew more intense and she writhed beneath him, her legs kicking while she tried desperately to get free. The fight against his lust only seemed to please him all the more, and when her breath quickened to an uneven pant, he manoeuvred his legs between hers, slipping between them and starting to draw down his trousers.
   With a brutal glower residing in his eyes he removed his tumescent length, guiding himself into her. Locating her sex, he clamped a hand to her breast as he forced an entry, pushing with his hips, applying steadily increasing potency.
   Clenching her tracts tightly shut to try and deny him, she wailed in loathing and shrieked for aid, her howls causing him to throw back his head and laugh aloud in amusement. The raucous cackles burned her ears while he casually thrust onward into her writhing form.
   Her spasming legs did little more than stroke his, the soft stockings sliding weakly and proving to be little more than an arousing tickle to the villain.
   With a final push he defeated her defences and sheathed himself deep inside her, her new level of sensation allowing her to feel every aspect of the penetration. Amidst the shock of the intrusion was the explosion of unequalled bliss, a luscious sensation that seemed to melt her insides, mixing with the pain, scorching her thoughts.
   Stabbing violently, he drew screams from her throat. The burning tear while he employed his sex as an instrument of defilement caused her to wail for salvation, hiding her eager response to the assault within her bold hatred.
   '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 whispered into her ear, his speeding breath hot upon her face, the words being a wound to her mind more grievous and painful than the truculent thrust of his impaling sex...

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Saturday, 8 January 2011  | 

Shadows of Torment is one of the best erotic books I've read in recent years; one that successfully combines two difficult genres - Science Fiction and Erotica - and manages to weave a thrilling story that kept me riveted to the book. This gets my 'must read' designation. If you want to read an exciting erotic book that gets the details right, I can recommend Shadows of Torment from Chimera eBooks. So run out and buy it!


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