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Shieldmaiden Shackled (Experimenter73 x Pertumelia)

"Are we certain those restraints will hold her?"

He asks the question casually as he looks through the window into the containment room. His newest acquisition "rests" on the other side of that thick glass.

"Well, not exactly certain, sir," the woman in the white lab coat replies.

He turns his head just enough to let his eyes land on her, catching her in his cool, disapproving gaze. It is not really fair. He knows that. His lead scientist is only being honest, after all. They have very little information on this heroine, save the recording of her thwarting one of his assault team's raiding missions. In fact, he appreciates her honesty.

But that does not stop him from enjoying the shiver that runs through the mousy woman as she takes in his words. Typically, he is fair with her. On most occasions, he does not punish her for mistakes that are not her fault. But sometimes, he lets her feel his wrath regardless.

She opens her mouth to speak, but says nothing. He can see her lower lip quiver slightly before she sucks it between her teeth. The fear in her eyes is intoxicating as she stares up at him. He kets the silence hang in the air, enjoying the moment.

"Of course, we can't be certain. Tell me what we know."

The breath rushes from the scientist at his words. He turns his eyes away from her, giving her a moment to recover. The heroine in the containment cell still hangs limply from her chains.

"Based on examination of the damage to the body armor worn by the assault team, we gauge her strength to be at least a class three," the scientist finally finds her voice.

"So, we think she can lift as least a few tons," he muses. "She hardly looks the part."

The shiny red material of the heroine's bodysuit clings to her curves. The captive certainly looks strong and fit, but more in the mold of a gymnast. Seeing her there, he second-guesses his decision to leave her in part of her heroic costume. The armor pieces and boots have been removed and taken to a lab for examination. But from ankle to collar, she remains covered by her bodysuit, and the mask still remains around her eyes. It would have been nice to watch her awaken in surprise to find herself naked, but there will be time enough for that.

"The cuffs on her wrists and ankles are rated to contain up to class four strength. Additionally, they contain gravity wells that can be activated to bring almost anyone to their knees. Unless she was holding herself back in the fight, it is highly unlikely she will be able to overcome them."

He nods slowly. The cuffs on the girl are, indeed, massive. They seem almost comically large against the captive's slender form. Lights glow white on rectangular panels on the cuffs, indicating that the gravity effect is turned off at the moment.

"And the chains?" he asks.

A pair of thick, gleaming chains stretch from each cuff to points on the frame around her body. The bonds force her arms and legs to remain spread in the shape of an X. A second frame rises from the ground between her legs. The crotch of her suit rests against the metal grate at the top of it.

"The chains should be strong enough to contain class three strength," the timid woman swallows hard before she continues. "If she is, indeed, stronger than that, she will be able to break free."

He keeps his gaze on the lovely heroine on the other side of the glass. He almost quivers in anticipation of what is to come.

"You thought that wise?" he raises an eyebrow, turning to face the scientist once more. "You had no concern for the damage she might do to the room if she manages to break those chains?"

The woman goes pale at his words, eyes wide.

"I thought it the easiest way to test the subject's strength, and I believe we will be able to restrain her quickly enough with the gravity wells to avoid any meaningful damage."

"Do you believe in that strongly enough to stand in the room beside her when she awakens?"

"S-sir?"

"If you believe you can contain her quickly, then you should have no fear of her harming you or taking you hostage, correct?"

The brown-haired scientist tries to answer, but only a whimper escapes her lips.

"Your silence tells me the answer," he sighs, turning back to the room. "But your methods and reasoning are sound, nonetheless. Before we wake her, what else do we know of the heroine?"

"She also possesses remarkable durability and resistance, at least to the weapons used by the assault team," the scientist recovers quickly. "We are estimating at least class four in that category. She is also a skilled melee fighter. We have not learned anything more about her."

"But we are about to."

He practically growls the words, anticipation building inside him. He is going to enjoy this.

"Wake her up."

A moment later, the readout on the collar around the heroine's throat changes. The word 'Shock' is displayed across it in glowing yellow. A moment later, a powerful jolt of electricity is flashes from the collar into the bound girl's throat.

"Keep raising the intensity until she wakes. And then give her one more after."
 
For the woman who called herself Shieldmaiden, it was like a long dream. At no time did she really lose consciousness completely. It penetrated like a distant breath through the darkness that surrounded her. She was lying on the floor. She was lifted up. It was not clear to her that she had lost this last battle. After she had fought off the first attack, almost without really making an effort. She felt herself being loaded into some kind of vehicle. She couldn't move, but she felt her body, every muscle tense. She could not move, it was all around her as if in absorbent cotton. Then she sank completely into the darkness.

A voice, the voice of her mother. Then she flew over her homelands, over the mountains, snow on the tops. Could she fly? It all looked wonderful, gave her security. She had only slowly experienced her strength herself. Inside, she was still this girl who ran, did gymnastics, and finally began to play soccer. In fact, had she been able to, a smile would have played around her lips. But she was off from her body, only in her dreams.

Then she felt something else. It was working on her. She felt pieces of her armor being removed. She was proud of her armor, just as she was proud of her body. And, since she knew who she was, so proud of her abilities and powers. Something was working on her. Again, a drug was fed to her, and she fell into darkness. This time it was exciting and warm. She felt a sexual excitement. A collar was put on her. It was tightened. She could not resist. She did not know who was around her, what was being done. The collar was cool and rested against her skin. She felt the excitement running through her body. She was used to being in control. Over everything. Now something was happening to her that she could not control. Her reaction was strange - no fear, not the panicked question of what was happening. But simply excitement. She would fight and win. As always. She felt a cool breeze of air on her feet and hands. Apparently her boots had been removed. She was curious about it. No idea what really happened. Her brains twirling around in endless worlds of imagination.

She felt something - someone - slowly begin to open the zipper that covered her chest. A woman's imperious voice said, "No. Not her costume." It stopped immediately. That was the first voice she heard. She felt herself being lifted. That something was closing around her arm and ankle joints. She was hanging. Her body limp, her head dropped to the side. It began to tense. "Force level four reached". She was tense. Still this fog around her. No thought she was capable of, only scraps of impressions and memories.

Then she heard the voice of a man. "Wake her up". She did not understand. They were empty words. But the voice dominant and strong. She was still... in another world. Then the first shock. A blow. A wave of pain that emanated from the collar, ran over her body, made her sides tremble, jolted her pussy, all the way into the bonds that held her arms and legs. She moaned softly, the first sounds she made. Her dream became more intense. She wanted not to return, she wanted to stay in her dreams. Unconsciousness was still like a liberation for her. In her dreams, another voice, an old familiar one from her earlier fantasies and inner images. Like an explanation. All was mixing up, reality and her dreams. It began to set the triggers. "Torture her." That was how her dreams had always ended, back then. She had woken up and brushed all of this aside. This time it was ... different.

The next shock. She felt her body tense up. From below, between her legs, something pushed against her pussy, pressing on the excitedly protruding labia. A new moan. What she felt was like a series of small orgasms. Not of her body, but in her brain. Still a dream. In which everything mixed. Pleasure. Pain. Domination and submission. Another blow and another blow. She opened her eyes. She raised her head. Still everything blurred. She felt the shackles. She strained, her body got tension again.

Another blow.

She moved her arms and legs. She hung freely in the air, held by something. Floating. Astonished, she realized that the blows had stopped with the moment when she opened her eyes. All at once she became aware of her situation. She was caught, stretched. Not that this frightened her now. Until now she had known no fear. It was... exciting. As if now "the games would begin", a competition. "And then give her one more after."

The following blow was twice as strong as all the ones before. It went through her, painful, darkening her eyes for a moment. With all her effort she forced herself into reality. She was ready. In a sudden, unexpected attempt, she strained all her muscles and tugged at the restraints with all her might, a wild cry on her lips. For a brief moment, she felt something give in to her forces briefly. Fields had to readjust. She managed to gain a few centimeters of space. But then it started again and pulled her back into her stretched position.

Effectless. Her next jerk did nothing more, she was trapped. strapped. She ended her efforts. Good. She would be able to make it, but not now. It was... too strong. She would have to gather her strength. Suddenly she realized that she had apparently lost a small part of her powers already, with the boots of her armor, and since she had no connection to the ground. For a moment she panted, she had spent herself. Then she was back. A wave of anger surged through her. They couldn't do this to her. She would take terrible revenge. But now. The words came more like a hiss, spat out. It didn't fit her normal proud demeanor at all.

"Pigs! Dirty pigs you all are!!"

Then she fell silent, began to gather her strength again. She realized that she would need them. A part of her brain began to analyze the strengths and weaknesses of the restraints. Which she almost broke. She looked for weak points in the machinery. Meanwhile, she noticed that arousal rising again. She had finally found a worthy opponent.

She would have to fight. The look on her face was strong, proud and how invincible.
 
The door to the chamber opens with a hydraulic hiss. From her perch, the bound girl would see that the room on the other side of that door is a small one. Just a few feet away rests another door, setting it up like an airlock.

A woman steps from that chamber and the door closes behind her. She is slender, with a shock of brown hair that dominates the left side of her head. Her legs are sheathed in black nylon. The stockings and a pair of very high heels stand out in sharp contrast to the crisp white lab coat she wears.

Without looking at the bound heroine, the woman lifts a small tablet and taps the screen. The digital readout on the heroine's collar changes once more. This time it says "MUTE". Though the restrained girl cannot see the writing, she certainly feels its effects. A cold, tingling sensation passes into her throat, paralyzing her vocal cords.

"I've done you a favor, my precious little heroine. Now you won't be able to interrupt me while I speak, which means you won't get shocked." The Doctor smiles wryly. "Well, you will be shocked... just not for speaking."

The woman turns back away from her captive, walking to a spot at the wall. She takes her time, unbuttoning her lab coat, and then slips out of it and hangs it on a hook. She is wearing a short black dress with white cuffs at the elbows and a lacy white collar.

"My name is Dr. Holly Robbins. You are in my care here. It will be my job to determine your capabilities and learn everything there is to know about what makes you tick. This will be a very unpleasant experience for you, regardless of what you do. Selfishly, I will admit that I am going to enjoy it all very much."

The doctor's heels click across the metal floor as she begins to cover the distance toward her captive. There is no urgency in her steps. She takes her time, eyes wandering over the heroine's spread body.

"But I am not here as a scientist today. For the next few hours, I am here as your interrogator. We're going to get to know one another on a more personal level."

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And then the woman taps the screen of the tablet. At once, a bright glow begins to emanate from beneath the grate between the heroine's legs. It takes no time at all for her to realize that the metal is quickly heating.

The short chains to the cuffs do not allow the heroine much range of movement, but by pressing her toes down into the floor, she would be able to just stretch her body upward enough to lift her crotch and thighs away from contact with the metal.

"That bar will continue to heat until you convince me to turn it off. Your encounter with our Assault Team suggests that it is going to hurt you, quite badly, but that you probably will not actually be burned for at least an hour... longer if you can avoid contact."

Standing directly in front of the heroine, the doctor cocks her head to one side and looks into the trapped girl's eyes.

"It's got to be maddening for you, I imagine. You are in every way my physical superior. So strong... so fast... so brave... You could crush me so easily. And yet, here we are. The work of my mind renders you as helpless as a kitten."

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With a shrug and a chuckle, Doctor Robbins taps the screen again. The readout on the collar changes back to "OBEDIENT" and the paralyzing sensation ceases.

"Tell me who gave you the intel regarding our operation, and every piece of information they gave you. You have fifteen minutes. If I am not satisfied with your answer by that time, I will be forced to increase your discomfort."

A crooked grin on her lips, the Doctor turns the tablet to face the bound heroine. A timer begins to count down from 15 minutes, displayed in large numerals.
 
As her throat was closed, a first small wave of panic ran through the shieldmaiden's head. It choked her, taking her a moment to process that something was inside her and affecting her body. The collar had begun to affect her body. She was at its mercy. More : there was this "remote control". She shook her head, wildly. Then she had to listen as she unintentionally sought the eyes of the young beautiful woman.

"I am here as your interrogator." In her mind, it continued to thrill. "I will torture you". It turned her on a bit that it was such a beautiful woman, her voice was not imperious, but she perceived it as rather empathetic, almost obliging. Her clothes, the high heeled shoes, her nylon stockings, it made her feel so sexy. Just the sound of her heels on the metal floor had etched itself into the shieldmaiden's brain. She began to move her body a little again, without meaning to, as far as the restraints would allow, even more, she worked herself up a moment. But she did not determine what happened. She could only react. Again, this mixture of excitement and anger arose in her.

She could see the young woman typing again. Then she quickly realized that it was getting warm, very warm, between her thighs. The devilish device. It began to irritate her sensitive parts. At first it was not unpleasant. It was rather arousing. She became aware again of how helpless she was, her pussy protected by her costume, which initially cushioned the heat. How long? She noticed how she was getting wet. She didn't want it. The way her female torturer explained the function to her was so humiliating. Yes, she was strong. "The work of my mind renders you helpness". Yes, she was helpless. But strong. And indomitable. The humiliation, and the sexual appeal of the scientist did not manage to really humiliate her. In fact, they made her stronger.

The heat began to hurt, slowly, a dark and deep pain. She pulled herself up a little by the handcuffs, and tried to hold herself up with the tips of her toes. It gave her a little relief, the pain became softer. Only to slowly, very slowly increase again.

"Tell me..." The interrogation had begun. The shieldmaiden tried to concentrate on her inner self, to distribute the power and tension on her arms and toes evenly. 15 minutes. She would make it through. The timer went slowly, infinitely slowly. She closed her eyes. Again a wave of pleasure ran through her. Free in her thoughts, she pounced on the woman, pushed her against the wall, and she gaves her a powerfull blow to her pussy. Just to make herself feel better.

She had gone through various trainings on the wide field of interrogation techniques. She had passed each course, each training with distinction. She opened her eyes. Not much time had passed, the timer was a devilish way to scare her. She would not allow it. Her eyes sought contact with her tormentor again. She was stronger. This little bitch would not break her. Ever.

It came out of her mouth slowly, word by word, as if she had to find each one first.

"I... will.... not... talk. Never."
 
Doctor Robbins grins, narrowing her eyes, as the heroine forces out the defiant words. Slowly, her tongue comes out to lick her lips before she opens her mouth to speak.

"You have no idea how happy I am to hear that, pet. My last subject broke so quickly that it broke my heart. She's dead now, like all the ones before her once they're not fun any more."

The doctor's gaze passes down over Shieldmaiden's spread form. She stops at the heroine's right foot, lingering on the sight of the girl's bare toes pressing down into the floor to force her body up and away from the grate between her legs as much as possible.

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The timer is still displayed in front of the heroine's face on the doctor's screen: 11 minutes to go.

The woman's wandering gaze moves upward along the length of Shieldmaiden's powerful, spread leg. The vibrant blue glow of the hot beam plays upward along the red crotch and inner thighs of the girl's costume. The bound girl's efforts keep her lifted a little more than an inch off the grate, though there is little room for error and the slightest movement could cause her to graze her inner thighs on the sides of the hot metal.

The brunette woman lifts her gaze once more, and looks down at the heroine's chest. Her eyes pass from one breast to the other, lingering on the place where costume plunges between before climbing back up on the other side.

"But you're not going to be like them, are you?"

The doctor's hand reaches out to find Shieldmaiden's left breast. Fingertips dance along the underside of it, pressing in softly against the tight material of the girl's costume. Slowly, they work their way upward. The index finger finds the heroine's nipple and begins to dance a slow circle around it.

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"You are going to keep me entertained for a long time, I think."
 
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The Shieldmaiden had managed for a brief moment to get herself into a reasonably "comfortable" position, which of course was hardly really possible in her tense position. But she was aware of her strength and stamina. Not for nothing she had always done a lot of sports in her life, she knew her abilities.

"Don't get involved in any conversation, you'd only be gradually tempted to say too much. Let them talk and try to get a picture of what they know". The voice of her instructor came to her mind. But her counterpart was different than she had expected. In fact, the doctor was not only smart, but also so sexy.... The Shieldmaiden was still trying to see in her an opponent. Little by little, the words burned into her mind. "She's dead now". Dr. Robbins had said it in a gentle voice, almost caring. But also so pitiless. rather regretful. She had lost a toy. Now she herself, the Shieldmaiden, was her actual plaything. She forced herself to suppress these thoughts. Nothing that was allowed to impress her.

It was not a game, it was to the death. For a brief moment it occurred to her that she would be killed no matter what - at the end, when "they" were done with her. She tried to realize that the doctor, as self-confident and bossy she now appeared, was also just a tool. There had been another voice. "Wake her up." She was in the hands of an organization. With possibilities that probably went to infinity. While she was alone. She was also aware that there would be no rescue squad about to storm the room to free her. It was just... . "she herself" against "the others". But these thoughts made her strong. She realized that even the doctor would have to deliver at some point. For her superiors. She didn't say it, she just kept it as a small building block in her mind.

She looked at the timer. Which did not jump on. As Dr. Robbins' eyes scanned her, tracing her forms. She strained a little more, managing to gain a little more distance from the merciless device between her thighs. In the process, her breasts also stretched out a bit. She was proud of her small, shapely, strong breasts.

When Dr. Robbins began to touch her, that soft, exciting shiver ran through her again, she couldn't avoid it. "But you're not going to be like them, are you?" No, she wasn't like them. She was... special, unique. While a slight tremor ran over her body as her nipple twirled, hard erect against the strong fabric of her costume. She realized that something was again working on a layer of her mental armor. She had to be careful. If any possible.

"I'm not like the others. I am the Shieldmaiden."

It came from her lips with pride. Her bare feet, toes pressed to the ground. Her hands above her head, strictly strained up. Her whole body tense, every muscle, every sinew. It was pure sex for her. If it hadn't been for her life, it would have been better than anything she had ever experienced. Her previous opponents had been weak-kneed. Her instructors men. This was different. A slight moan escaped her mouth. The timer went to 10 minutes. Ten long minutes. She realized that when the timer went off, this would not be her release, but the beginning of a new, harder torture. "Always stay in the present. Do not thinking about what may come. Master the current situation." Another one of these rules. "Follow the rules". Suddenly the thought flashed through her mind that the doctor might kiss her. For a brief moment she enjoyed the idea, but then immediately repressed it. She was not allowed to get involved in anything. She had to be attentive, strong, present.

Her nipple ached with excitement.
 
"That's right," Dr. Robbins says softly. "You are my glorious Shieldmaiden."

The doctor captures the heroine's nipple between forefinger and thumb, drawing it out slightly to inspect it. While she holds it in place, slowly her head moves down to kiss the erect flesh through the strong fabric of the heroine's costume.

"Our first encounter together does not need to be painful, my lovely pet. Just tell me what you know... how you found our Assault Team... and I can give you such a night of pleasure as you have never known."

Warm lips return to the heroine's nipple then, capturing it through the costume's material. The doctor's mouth is soft and gentle as she teases and plays with the shackled girl's flesh.

Finally, the doctor draws back away from the heroine's chest, leaving a cool wet spot on the material. A sheen of sweat is visible on the brunette's brow, and she reaches up to wipe it away.

"Getting a little too hot for me, I fear," Dr. Robbins smiles, gesturing to the heating element between Shieldmaiden's legs. "I can only imagine how it must feel for you."

Closing her eyes for a moment, the doctor takes in a long breath and then lets it out with a pleased moan. When she opens her eyes, she looks at the timer.

"Only a couple minutes left, pet. What will it be? Tell me what I want to know and I won't have to make this all so much harder for you."
 
The shieldmaiden moaned loudly as her sensitive, already so irritated nipple was stretched and twirled. She wanted to react, her whole body screamed for it, but she was helplessly stretched. For a brief moment, she lost concentration on her posture, and slumped down a bit, a burning sensation of heat the result. Although her pussy was greedy for "treatment", the pain was... embarrassing, stinging. She cried out, this time in pain, and just managed to pull herself back up. She noticed how the smart doctor kept breaking through her protective shields of her mind, teasing her most sensitive spots. Dr. Robbins' (pretend?) empathetic manner began to wear her down. She sensed her weakness. The pain began to mix with the pleasure. A dangerous situation for her.

"Just a few more minutes". She would not speak. She also suppressed any idea of what would come afterwards. The idea of spending a hot night with her interrogator, this cunning torturer, flashed through her brain. But it was dangerous. It was wrong. But it mixed with temptation. The idea of pain, death. For her, the Shieldmaiden, always associated with pleasure. She wanted to know more of it. She began to take an interest in this woman. A step towards doom. But she could not help it. In her inner cinema, she saw images of female captives, broken and powerless, hanging in their chains in front of Dr. Robbin. hadn't she spoken of this? Of death. And of pain. and of a "night of joys."

"And this night of pleasures - you would continue to torture me for your pleasure, and only report in the morning that I had confessed everything? Or would you fuck me, knowing that you would kill me after this night? How did you kill the others?`Did you do it yourself? Are you capable of it? Or did you slowly torture them to death?"

She stopped abruptly. The timer indicated two minutes. Time was running out for her.

"Tell me about yourself. Maybe... I'll give you something back."

She knew very well that she would not do that. No loyality to give, no loyality expected. She had begun to play for time. The thought flashed through her as she spoke. This was not good. Time was working against her. Inwardly, she lapsed back into her trained rigidity. She gathered her strength, she would react to a sudden attack when the timer expired with an escape attempt, maybe she would manage to get at least one arm free and grab and crush the sadistic person standing opposite her. The thought excited her. She began to prepare herself, invisible tension gripped all her muscles. She expected Dr. Robinson to shock her with the collar. Or press her down or lower her onto that damned device between her legs. She didn't know what the "remote control" was capable of. While she was condemned to enduring the tension, the pain was already taking her effort to push aside. But at the same time she knew that this all was only the beginning, some kind of terrible foreplay.

At her first attempt to break out, she had been able to stretch the Kraftfelt by a few centimeters. perhaps it would break. She would concentrate on one spot and concentrate her strength. She wanted to distract Dr. Robbinson further, to upset her.

"Do you masturbate at night, watching video caps of what you did in the lab during the day?"

The timer went down. She wanted it now. She challenged it. She managed to kill the lust inside her for a moment, and the temptation to talk for the sake of this beast. Like a mantra she tried to tell her as speaking to herself -

"you can break my body, but you cannot break my mind".

She talked too much. The time went on.
 
Doctor Robbins says nothing while the heroine speaks, simply smiling and holding up the timer for the other woman to see. Only when the blonde captive brings up the question about masturbation does she get a response. The timer shows just over a minute remaining.

"Masturbate while watching video? Oh no, my precious pet. I am quite well satisfied by my attendants by the time I finish for the day."

The brunette reaches out to once again play a finger around her prisoner's nipple, tracing a circle around the pronounced shape.

"But you misunderstand. You won't be killed after you provide your information. That is only the first and least important step. I find out what you know for my... boss... using whatever means are necessary."

Doctor Robbins rises up on her toes a little from the side of the heroine, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

"After that, you'll be mine to study. We learn together. I'll help you find yourself in ways you could have never imagined. And when I've learned everything there is to know about every inch of your luscious flesh, then you either join us or you die."

As if on cue, the timer sounds. The doctor is only beginning to pull away, reaching for the screen with her other hand, when Shieldmaiden suddenly surges hard with all her strength against the chains that hold her.

The doctor's eyes go wide at the tremendous display of strength, and then the brunette screams when the chains connecting the heroine's left cuff to the frame snap. Little shards of broken metal rain down. Dr. Robbins tries to step away, but she is not nearly quick enough to avoid the bound girl's grasp.

"Wait! Stop!" the doctor cries out in what sounds like genuine terror. The control device in her other hand falls to the ground with a cracking sound.

In a flash, the heroine has the doctor in her grasp, pulling the woman in close. She wraps an arm around the doctor's throat, fingers gripping brunette hair, and ready to put an end to her.

"Please! He made me! I'm a captive, like you!"
 
It all happened so quickly.

Of course, there were video recordings from several perspectives, and these were analyzed in detail several times. Later, after this first escape attempt of the heroine. Dr Robbins whispered in her ear, it was again this mixture of temptation and threat of torture and death. It was also an offer, an offer to change sides. But it came too late for the situation, the Shieldmaiden had completely focused on her plan. The movements matched her almost delicate physicality, they were the movements of a dancer or artistic gymnastics. On her face was no effort, no anger. She had pushed aside her rage against Dr. Robbins, all her undisguised threats and enticements. She concentrated on her bonds and the one point of impact. With three powerful pulls, she had overcome the force field, which had given briefly in resonance rhythm and not closed again. Breaking the heavy chain was then no real effort for her, the necessary about ten tons of pulling force were far below her strength. The chain splinters flew through the room, the yielding of the field was accompanied by a buzz of overload on the generators, then the thud and metallic sound of the breaking high-powered steel.

She had Dr Robbins in her hand, pulling her near to herself, by the hair. Clearly the voice was to be heard "He made me! I'm a captive, like you!" shrill, shrieking, no longer that superior condescension. Fear, pure fear, mortal fear. The girl who called herself Shieldmaiden would have had to squeeze even once, and she would have been crushed as if in a vice. But...

A sharp pain ran through her as she came in contact with the heat torture device between her legs. No burns, her costume was too strong for that and her skin too resistant, but pain, stronger than that she could simply cover by the momentum of her action. On her face, which until now had shown a mixture of amazement at how easily it all went, and triumph, became painfully distorted. A siren began to wail, alarm sounded. At that moment, the Shieldmaiden lost control of her rescue operation, which she had not thought through to the end anyway. Which was actually only meant as a demonstration of her strength and to intimidate Doctor Robbins. She hurled the doctor away from her, so that the scientist doctor crashed against the wall and dripped down. With a strong grip of her hand she just managed, using all her strength, to grab the awful device and hurl it into another corner of the room.

The siren was still wailing, and one could hear again the force field recharging, she had spent herself and was mercilessly harnessed again at the three remaining fixed points. Hanging asymmetrically in the chains, while her free arm hung down helplessly. She got no anchor point now to do the same on her other shackles, helpless she swung back and forth in the chains. She had learned. It had really only been the first round. She had heard the mind behind the organization only once before, her torturatrix was creature of him. She knew now that she would die either way, unless she became a useful helper on the side of evil. Which would never happen.

She would never give up. And was too proud to even consider being broken. Even if she was now - helpless again and in a uncomfortable position, having some of her ammunition shot.
 
He watches through the glass as the chain securing the powerful woman's left arm shatters under her titanic strength. A smile forms on his lips as the partially freed heroine so effortlessly grabs the terrified, screaming doctor. Though he enjoys the scene with an intense ferocity, he privately hopes that Dr. Robbins will survive the encounter. It would be a shame to lose such a valuable tool. But, he thinks to himself, she did bring it on herself. The woman had been far too cavalier with taunting the heroine, whose strength and full capabilities were, as yet, unknown.

After she throws the burning grate away and tosses it across the room, the heroine is finally able to sink back onto the soles of her feet without being burned. The blonde is clearly tired from her exertion, and still held in place by the cuffs and chains on both feet and her right arm. When he can finally tear his eyes away from her delicious form, he is pleased to see that the doctor is breathing, though slumped against the wall.

He is sorely tempted to go into the room in that moment. He yearns to test his strength directly against hers. This one might be a worthy challenger to break. But no, it is not time for that yet. The doctor, though she failed this time, still deserves her chance to learn what she can from the heroine. Only when the doctor truly fails will he make himself known. Still, he cannot resist speaking to her at least.

"I want you to know, brave little heroine," he says, his voice carrying over a speaker system into the room. "What is about to happen to you is not a punishment for your attempted escape. Quite the contrary. You will be rewarded for proving your strength. But, first, you must be pacified, temporarily, so that you may be given your reward."

Pulling out his own control device, he links it to the collar on the heroine's throat. And then he sends a powerful surge of electicity into her. Before she can fully recover from the first, he sends another. He alternates the timing and the intensity of the jolts, enjoying keeping the bound heroine trying to guess how and when she will be attacked.

But, gradually, the attacks become more and more intense, continuing upward until the collar tells him that she has lost consciousness.
 
Her breathing heavy for a moment, she stands there, her legs pulled apart by the chains, even wider than before, as the force field has regained control of the shackles on her lower ankles. Her bare feet on the floor. She looks around, her right hand pulled up, her upper body freer than before, in the stretched situation. Her triumph is short-lived.

His voice. The man behind the "tool" she has just dealt with, winning the first point. "Little good heroine". She must not let the humiliating speech lead her to anger. She can only lose by it. She decides to take it as an award. Like this - he wants to reward her. Surely he is right, her attempted outburst has given "the others" another opportunity to study her. But she has also learned something - that the organization is like an onion to her, of which she can recognize only the outermost shells. Her torturatrix a tool. Is that voice the real boss? " I'm a captive, like you!". Was nothing what it seemed? Her chains were reality. The force field that held them. The heat device that tormented her until she destroyed it. She listened to the voice. It was strange, intimidating that she didn't see "him". He had power over her. And remained invisible.

But she didn't have much time to think about it. "But, first, you must be pacified." Then, like a blow, unexpectedly, the first shock, starting from the collar, ran through her body. It was not physical damage she took, it was a spasm that jerked through her body, and a boundless pain. Her twitching body so sexy to look at. A prolonged moan with the first thrust that shook her without pushing her limits. With a wild movement she tries to tear the collar from her neck. In vain. It seems to be made of an almost indestructible material. She quickly gives up the attempt. The question "WHY?" forms in her mind. Did she spoke it out? She cannot concentrate, the next blow, more painful, more intense, deeper. It goes through her back, starting from the neck, and goes down to her pussy, her womb spasms with an almost orgiastic excitement that mixes with the pain, ending up at her grounded feet. Then it's quiet. She almost thinks it's over.

She is about to say something, to challenge him to show himself, when, unexpectedly, the next blow. This time she cries out in pain and surprise. Another blow. Another. Then silence again. She trembles with excitement and rage. Not knowing what is coming, no longer being spoken to, being at the mercy. The time that comes now, always waiting for the next blow, is almost worse than enduring it when it comes. She also realizes that each blow is more powerful than the one before. No rhythm to find with it. Helpless. Vulnerable. Open. Then it jolts her again, so strongly that she screams uncontrollably for a long time, more like a desperate yelp, and tugs wildly at her chains. No chance. She is no longer concentrated, she begins to lose her composure. Her head is tossed back and forth, finally followed by a series of more blows that rob her of consciousness. She slumps down, hanging limply in the shackles, her beautiful body limp, half sunk to her knees, but hold by her arm in the shackle. Her head fallen to the side. Her eyes first twisted, then closed.

This time the darkness that surrounds her is perfect. No dreams, no voices, just - nothing. Mind out. Switched off.
 
He watches on his monitor screen as the heroine is dragged between two of his guardswomen into the new chamber. She is still unconscious, though the sensors in her control collar indicate that she is beginning to wake.

The heroine's costume has been removed now. He smiles now at the memory of her flesh being bared for him. He had toyed with the idea of leaving her unclothed, but decided on another course. Her body is now adorned with a tight bodystocking. Though only her hands, feet, and head are uncovered, the sheer material does little to conceal the delicious fruits of her body from him. Colored red, it seems to him to be a mockery of her former costume.

The heavy metal gravity-cuffs are still on the girl's wrists and ankles. A strict metal harness has been added as well, going over her shoulders and down her back. The cuffs on her wrists are attached to it behind her, keeping them in place. Though the heroine is delightfully strong, he does not fear that she will be able to break the harness. The metal it is crafted from is powerful stuff, and one of his prized possession.

The gravity-cuffs on the heroine's ankles are partially activated, glowing a dull yellow. Though they are not attached to one another, they will draw the bound girl's feet downward with enough force to slow her movement and make any escape attempt quite difficult.

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The guardswomen who hold tight to the heroine's upper arms are strong, genetically altered to be more than human. Without the restraints in place on the heroine, however, he knows that they would not be capable of controlling. With them, he feels confident they will be up to the task.

As she wakes, she is being drawn toward a device on the center of the platform. It is wide and low, built of metal. A pole rises from the center of it, and two smaller platforms are set on tracks on either side of the pole.

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Watching intently, he grins in anticipation of seeing the brave heroine fixed in place on the device. He promised her a reward. This will certainly be a far less painful experience than what she had been set to endure before thwarting Dr. Robbins. He doubts, however, that she will be pleased by what is to come, even if her body likely will.
 
The Shieldmaiden slowly awoke from complete darkness. She noticed her bare feet dragging across the floor. It was strange, she seemed to be floating somehow, but touching the ground. What had been before had not yet made its way back into her consciousness.

It hurt a bit, her naked skin on the rough flooring. Slowly she realized, long before she could open her eyes, that she was still wearing the heavy shackles. Her feet did not obey her. Her arms were fixed, also incapable of any movement. But, a little play, maybe a few centimeters. Her attempt to get her hands free made her realize that something was wrapped around her upper body. Something strong, metallic. Her arms were fixed behind her back, strictly twisted in the strong restraints. Someone was holding her under the arms and pulling her forward. She felt something else on her skin, some kind of fabric, thin, very elastic. Suddenly, in a panic, she realized that she had lost the protection of her costume, her armor. She was, as it were, defenseless. She wrenched her eyes open.

She tried to move somehow in the shackles. No chance. This was... different. She remembered the moment when she had torn her bonds, full of energy and sure of victory, in that other room. Voices came to her mind. "You will be rewarded". Now something changed. Her bonds were unbreakable and unyielding. The two... Monsters... dragging her along, cloaked in dark armor.... Women, merciless, without words. She heard the sound of them dragging her across the floor, and the heavy footsteps of boots. The sound of some kind of breathing machine. Were they human beings? Cyborgs? She could move her head, which didn't seem to bother the two female gorillas, didn't seem to catch them at all in their stereotypical actions. She was not naked she was.... It burned in her , the image, her body open, zippers down to her pussy, some kind of perverted bolero around her shoulders. The collar, that awful device, still around her neck. She had not been able to break it. The memory of the endless series of unpredictable shocks came to her, she literally felt it jolt through her until she had passed out. And now...

Then she saw the "device" in front of her. She immediately had a terrible idea what this rod would be for. Another wave of panic. She wasn't ready yet, she couldn't form a clear thought. She suspected all too well what was in store for her. "You will be rewarded for proving your strength" His voice again in her head. A false promise, devilishly twisted. She could not bear it.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

She knew, deep inside, that there was no redemption. That it would happen. She wished for the unconsciousness, the darkness back. But no chance. The collar now kept her conscious, bringing her mind back to life. Still she hung between the two troopers. Helpless. Her mind unable to do anything but concentrate in fear on what was to come. Not only her physical armor removed, but also her mind open and helpless.
 
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The guardswomen drag the heroine without particular roughness, but without any regard for her. On the monitor, he watches as she begins to stir. The panicked look on the girl's face is intoxicating. Watching her take in her situation, seeing the fear in her eyes as she realizes how bound she is and what she is wearing... it is intoxicating to him.

But the enjoyment of that moment cannot compare to the pleasure he takes in hearing her scream echo through the room. This rush of sensation is what it is all about for him. He cannot resist the temptation to speak to her through the sound system.

"Do not sound so sad, my precious little pet. This is your reward. There is nothing to fear here. Your pain and suffering shall begin again tomorrow, but for tonight, you will know only pleasure."

She will, of course, know more than pleasure, he knows. He imagines it would be quite humiliating to have your most intimate flesh invaded by a machine against your will. It would probably be very degrading to know that others were watching you. He looks forward eagerly to seeing how her delightful body responds.

The guardswomen would carry the heroine to the device and then attempt to lift her up so that she is standing on the two, small footpads. If they succeed in getting her there, the struts from the device would automatically link to her ankle cuffs. The pole would be rising between her legs, though not far enough yet to reach her crotch.

"Just enjoy the moment, pet. You''''' will need to conserve your strength to survive the day tomorrow."
 
The Shieldmaiden slowly came to full consciousness, and hearing his words. Enticement, threat. She began to rebuild her inner shields, even though her outer protective armor was removed. The shackles she now wore left no way to think of trying to free herself. Her arms twisted behind her back, moved like a package by the two guards. Her feet heavy and pulled down by an invisible force.

When they placed her on the device, she was still trapped as if in a bad dream, and let it happen to her. Her pussy open, her legs only slightly spread, under her this... pole. Her pretty face showed rather astonishment, her feet were placed on the narrow foot platforms, and something snapped. The force field closed, the strong shackles around her ankles were fixed, knitted she was like nailed. She had not expected it, she was still too caught up in the world of sweet unconsciousness. She looked down, startled, and saw the pole going up, slowly, which was more terrifying because it gave her more time to prepare to just be impaled. Still the two strong hands held her upper body. Her hands cramped in the restraints behind her back. Then the Pole stopped, at some distance from both her openings, a threat, not an actual danger. But the threat often works stronger than the execution!

While her lower legs were pinned down, she finally managed to come to consciousness clearly. She would suffer tomorrow, he had announced to her. This would... torment her today, keep her agitated, not let her rest. She began to tense her body, to gather her strength. She knew that she had to be at least strong enough to keep this distance. She shook off the hands that held her with a determined, strong movement of her torso. standing on the device now, she stretched her body further, standing upright, her breasts coming out proudly through her hands turned backwards. Her face was so beautiful, she loved the way she looked, her two blonde braids, her soft facial features.

Here was something else threatened, her femininity, her matrix, her womb, her sensitive labia. She felt herself getting aroused. The idea of being humiliated here openly in front of spectators, in front of HIM. Perhaps in front of who knows what public. It made her not submissive, but proud. She was aroused. Her labia swelled, and pressed against the soft fabric, as it were bulging out. Her pussy began to "eat" the suit, clearly showing in all its details under the soft fabric. She continued to concentrate. She was now ready. To her satisfaction, she noticed that the two guards had retreated somewhat. She stood, ready, on her own. Perhaps what she had done with Dr. Robbins had made an impression and earned her respect.

Again she could not see him, but only hear his voice. He kept himself hidden. But she was steady, would make a worthy opponent. With a firm, proud voice, she challenged what was now inevitable.

"I am ready. Get it started!"
 
"I am ready. Get it started!"

The heroine's words as she stands there shackled to the device thrill him. They are the challenge of someone truly worthy of his time. There is a resignation to them, it seems to him. But more than that there is an announcement that she is ready to accept whatever he will throw at her.

As a center piece of the pole begins to rise further, a thick dildo of hard resin appears out of its top. A little hesitantly, the two guardswomen step back in again when the tip of the thing gets close to the heroine's waiting nether lips. Their gloved fingers are on the trapped girl's labia, spreading the puffy flesh and making way for the slow entry of the tip of the dildo.

The material of the skintight red suit does nothing to slow the intrusion into her vagina. It stretches away and into her as if it were infinitely malleable. When the shaft of the dildo is half buried inside the bound heroine's body, it finally stops rising.

"The poor thing is looking so tense," his voice comes over the speaker again. "Help her relax a little."

With her feet locked in place, there is no way for the heroine to lift herself off the thing pushed up inside her. The guardswomen's hands are suddenly all over the girl's body. One of them sinks to her knees, focusing on giving the heroine's legs a deep massage. The other one focuses on Shieldmaiden's upper body. Standing behind her, the guard's hands start at her shoulders, rubbing at them and pressing into the muscles.

"As promised, this is your reward time, pet. In but a day, you will be looking back quite fondly on these moments. And, for that reason, you are permitted to achieve orgasm... as many as you like, in fact."

The pads beneath the heroine's feet suddenly begin to move outward. They stop after only an inch or so, the motion causing her to drive down further onto the dildo between her legs. The guardswomen step away, finished with their massage-work.

"Now, should it become too much for you at any time, you need only ask me to stop. And then you will be granted a short break to recover yourself. I should warn you, however, that each time we restart the proceedings after a break, your situation will become markedly worse."

Without any further warning, the pads would begin to move outward once more.

He watches in pleasure. The motors of the device are strong, though he imagines that the heroine is strong enough to slow or even stop them. Of course, she will grow tired of the effort in time, while the machine will not tire. For now, it will move at a slow and steady pace unless she stops it, drawing her legs out to the full width of the machine and then bringing them back in... forcing her to fuck the dildo between her legs.

And then it will slowly speed up, gathering speed.
 
She must manage to suppress the horror of the following day, to stay in the here and now. Push away the words of her tormentor, concentrate on what is happening to her now, and brace herself against it and make herself strong. The closeness of the two guards tampering with her body arouses her. Her pussy is full of desire, hot, wet. She feels the device docking at her gate, slowly penetrating. Although her upper body is not fixed, her arms are tightly forced together behind her back, she can move but it does not help her. Her ankles are inescapably welded to the platforms. The dildo is so thick, way too thick, she is tender and tight inside, girlish. She squirms, but that makes it worse, her labia rubbing against the hard material, surrounded by the thin fabric like a preservative. She moans. Trying to contain her arousal, not to let it enter her head. HIS voice again, "The poor thing is looking so tense - help her relax".

The massage on her sensitive parts, while the dildo is already deep inside her. The other woman works on her upper body. A wave of pre-orgasmic spasm jolts through her body. She manages not to answer, not to ask. She mustn't ask, she knows that he would make good on his threat and everything would only result in something worse. However, she can't avoid moaning again, it sounds more excited, coming from deeper within her soul, tortured by lust and abuse at the same time.

Then she notices that the platforms slowly begin to move apart. She doesn't know the diabolical plan, but it was clear that something like this would happen. Since she doesn't react immediately, the dildo is pressed a little deeper into her, between her labia, into her tender opening, begins to press against her cervix, painful, and so pleasurable at the same time. She lets out an inarticulate cry, then her strong thighs start to tense the muscles and she manages to build up enough counterpressure that the platforms are stopped. She closes her eyes for a moment, still feeling the guards' hands working on her sensitive private parts. She feels her nipples poking out in arousal and curling up in the thin fabric. It's almost a cry of triumph, coupled with frustrated lust, that escapes her. Then she presses it through her lips, laboriously. "I will not give up".

She doesn't need his generous permission, she can be seen shaken by a first orgasm. For a brief moment, her strength weakens and the platforms move a few inches apart before she can stop them again, using all her strength and energy. Again, the dildo penetrates a little further, and the spread position of her legs makes it harder to apply the necessary force. She tries to push the platforms together again with a short, strong effort, but she does not succeed. The machinery is devilishly built, designed so that she can counter and stop with her strength, but not make up an inch she has lost. She tries to shake off her tormentors, with her hands tied, by twisting and hitting them with her upper body, but even that fails, she works herself helplessly. Panic is again visible on her beautiful delicate face. She is trapped. She can only endure and hold on. She notices how new waves of excitement run over her body. that she is in this helpless, humiliating position, unable to see out of the room herself, but certain that He can see everything, that she is being filmed and is, as it were, in a perverted public sphere. This also only makes her hotter. She is full of perverted alien tendencies that she didn't really realize as long as she lived her life as a student and athlete and then started her career as a superhero. She felt so tough and strong. Now she has to realize that deep inside she is also a horny little whore. She doesn't admit it, she can't admit it, she has to be strong.

For a moment she manages it. She keeps her balance, her strength is enough, she manages not to irritate herself unnecessarily by moving. She breathes a sigh of relief. Her expression becomes proud again. She is - the Shieldmaiden.

Only for a moment, a few long minutes. Then she can't hold back any longer, she is thrown off course by the next orgasm, stronger than ever before. Her legs give way, are forced apart, her legs overstretched, splayed almost vertically, the pain infinite, impaled inside, her organ pushed aside, her scream echoes loud and long, a cry of pleasure, desperate. She can no longer muster strength, she is caught in automatism, immediately new waves of convulsive lust. The platforms begin to collapse again. too surprising. The dildo withdraws for a moment, and then.... the game begins, of spreading and squeezing, in and out, in and out, it is hell, at the mercy, no longer able to resist. Her body is shaken to a devilish rhythm. Now it is worse that she is not totally fixed, she is thrown back and forth and the movements of her body increase the excitement, the dildo works inside her and her body does its part. She moans and gasps for air, her body covered in sweat.

She is helpless, panic takes over in her head. She doesn't want to beg, she can't give in, she will endure.

"AHHHHHH NOOOOOOOO NO NO "

and finally, without their will and doing, shrill and desperate

"STOPP IT!"

While the machinery continues to work on her, followed by an endless sequence of cries of lust.
 
He watches intently, leaning in for a closer view of the screen, as the brave heroine fights against the machine. The powerful muscles of her legs are visible in their straining against the draw of the machine. As he stares, he sees the effects of the first orgasm cascading through her while she struggles to hold herself in place.

He cannot take his eyes from her as she fights against the wicked device. Every moment of struggle, each powerful orgasm, is like an intoxicant.

"STOPP IT!"

When she finally cries out in the defeat of the moment, her body is glistening with a variety of fluids, the tight suit on her body wet. He taps the screen to slowly return the device to its starting position. When the foot pads are at their base place, she is still trapped with the dildo partially inside her.

"As promised, you will be given the time you need to recover, my pretty pet. I am so happy to see how much you have enjoyed your reward. I fear you might enjoy it a bit less after this intermission."

The guardswomen return to the task of massaging the heroine's body while she recovers from the first session on the device. Their hands stay away from her crotch and breasts as they work this time.

After a short five minutes, he opens up a new control on his screen. A pair of mechanical tendrils come down from the ceiling above the heroine. The guardswomen take hold of the bound girl's arms once more, holding her in place as best they can.

Four-pronged pincers on the end of the tendrils open. He controls them to find the heroine's nipples, clamping down hard on her senstiive flesh through the thin material of her bodysuit. When they have a hold of her flesh, they pull upward slightly and then stop.

And then he begins the movement of the foot pads beneath her once more...
 
Time was too short, and the Shieldmaiden quickly realized that she had worsened her situation by simply losing control. The lust was still in her body, and perhaps even a part of her was greedy for it to get harder and last longer. How long would she have to endure for her to pass and for it to be over for this session? of course she didn't know, and that was part of the game. This time there was no timer. a devil of a game.

She tried to concentrate on her body and focus and ground herself. the two guards, whose martially sexualized uniforms didn't exactly help cool her down, began massaging her. She could almost have enjoyed it, but it was unwanted arousal, the touch of the rough gloved hands somehow turning her on. So did this feeling of pure strength, their wordless doing. she knew or suspected that they would have had no chance against her if she could get rid of the restraints - but they were stricter and she didn't want and wasn't allowed to spend herself in another attempt to get free. she noticed how her body began to relax under the massage, indeed she almost lolling, as far as the twisted position of her arms behind her back allowed, almost like a cat enjoying being stroked. She quickly realized that her inner defenses had totally collapsed. HE was right. She wanted it, it was more reward than punishment for a part of her. The thought of the "real" interrogation tomorrow twitched through her mind. Today she was his toy. Tomorrow HE and his devilish creatures would try to break her.

Briefly, she had a flashback and heard the gentle taunting words of Dr. Robbins, and saw her enchanting face. She wiped it aside. The dildo was still inside her, pressing against her wounded, aching labia. She had to concentrate, stay upright. Which was not so easy due to the urge to move that the massage triggered in her.

So it happened that she had not given any thought to how and if she should fight against the two spreader platforms on and to which her feet were fastened. Briefly, the terrible thought occurred to her that they could have much more lateral play. and HE could have set only the smallest level of spreading on his control panel so far. For a terrible moment she suspected that the dildo would be lowered and she would be spread against it so far that her two legs would lie in a line pulled apart. Just as a wave of arousal overtook her, threatening to throw her into a climax of hot thoughts and excitement even without much further input, it really went on, and what she saw was no less terrifying and - overload of pure sex.

The grapplers - they were really grapplers, with jagged teeth, metallic, without her being able to resist, openly she stood there, held now again by the two females, who could not really hold her upper body still, but tugged her roughly into pose, so that.... Giving a perfect private show, a mixture of thriller and porn, where she was ... the main actress.

She got the horrible idea, that this machinery was not only parameterized by HIM - and he would go on and on, certainly not yet at the end of his dark sadistic fantasies - but that also the platforms and now the gripper were somehow connected to each other, like a kind of living being that picked up her movements and reactions, and converted them into actions to give her a maximum of pleasure. Whether that was true or not, the idea of being exposed to a diabolical artificial intelligence that was working on her...

It exploded in her head, more pleasure than pain, as she realized what was about to happen. She could just barely suppress a cry of terror, it was more of a moan, and then the stabbing pain shot through her as the grapplers grabbed her soft breasts, her steeply aroused nipples, and yanked them up. Still held by the two monsters, she intuitively threw her upper body upward to relieve the pull, but leaned back a bit, presenting her breasts, as it were, to those watching in hiding, helpless as the grippers simply increased the pull and compensated for what she had gained in space, while at the same time the dildo inside her worked painfully through her movement.

She threw her head back and screamed, whether from pleasure or pain was hard to tell. Her inarticulate scream echoed through the room and then.... it began.

This time under tightened conditions for her She had to get through. She was not allowed to beg, she was not allowed to ask for respite. Through the fog of pain and horniness, she ordered herself that this didn't concern her at all, that only her body cried out for pleasure and punishment, that she herself, the Shieldmaiden, would remain strong and invincible.
 
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