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What happens when you're captured?

Kanna

Kanna

Supernova
Joined
Jan 13, 2009
Natanya Koalan's hands were bound tightly and shes at on a rather uncomfortable chair with several implements of torture on the table in front of her. She had been denied food, water, sleep, and was very severely beaten. However, the kitsune was too stubborn to be broken by their methods. As it was, there wasn't an inch of her body that wasn't bruised or welted, but her captors refused to let such a beautiful woman become any more scarred than she already was. If anything, they were afraid of HIM. She had heard that be thrown around quite a bit. HE would do this. HE would succeed with her. None of the men that stood before her had known someone quite so resilient when it came to their interrogation methods. Of course, they were forbidden to break the skin or the bones of the vixen before them, as mandated by the mysterious HIM. Natanya wanted to meet HIM and tell HIM what she thought of this self-possessed individual who had everyone up in arms about disobeying HIS orders.

The kitsune was a scarred beauty, something most of the males she had known found very intimidating. Her hair was a rich auburn, orange, and gold color, and her ears and tail were as sleek as any male's fantasy woman. Her body was very lean, and her muscles were well defined, especially in her abs. However, her breasts seemed to be a contradiction to her athletic form. They were large and heavy, adding to the appeal that her figure already had. She had a long scar wrapped around her upper arm, as well as several on her thighs. One particularly prominent one was in a spiral shape on her belly, a result of a particularly nasty interrogation situation from years before. Her back had been flayed several times, and she had lovely crisscrossing scars from the various whips. Her scars, though, were an indication that she could put up with quite a bit of pain, and none of the enemies that had captured her had successfully drawn any information from the kitsune. That made her trustworthy to her captains and her king, and she was given the opportunity to be one of the few trusted messengers that the king kept close to himself. She always memorized messages, since having paper floating around was a terrible liability, and increased the risk of having military plans discovered.

Inspections were performed on her body many times, and on many occasions, her interrogators found that she was a virgin. Many had been very tempted to take that virginity for their own, but they would shortly be killed by those she was loyal to. This time was no exception. Her current captors had chattered about her being a virgin, and that the mythological HE was going to take care of that AND get all the information out of her that they needed. She only scoffed when they mentioned this to her and kept her focus on not feeling the pain they would inflict on her.
 
Thaddeus Kiel smiled as he reviewed the tape of the first interrogation that the young kitsune underwent this time she had been captured. He smiled making sure to note things that the other interrogators had clearly missed. She had incredible resistance to mundane torture this was one of the reasons they had called him in. He knew that he would be the one to break herâ?¦but how would he do it he wasnâ??t sure but he was willing to go much farther than any of the others. however he would not use such simple methods.

He called one of the men over, â??Take her to my mansion I will deal with her there.â? He stopped the man as he was about to leave, â??Naked and tied up, and make her walk through the town like that to my mansion.â? The man blinked not understanding why but finally just nodding and left to see it was carried out.
 
Natanya didn't like the idea of being tied up, so when they tried to get the ropes near her, she ended up biting more than one. They had to gag her with a piece of someone's robe. The whole time, though, she growled and kicked out at them. They cut her out of her remaining clothes, ignoring the wicked look that she was giving them, promising retribution. Her body was slowly bound, and they made sure they paid special attention to putting the rope between her legs, making sure it was nice and tight so it would rub against her clit and pussy as they forced her to walk. Her long, plush tail had gotten between the ropes a few times, hoping to loosen it a little, until they tied it back so she couldn't interfere. It took about an hour to finally get her completely tied up with her fighting, and then they freed her mouth, giving her reign to start snapping and cursing them once more. One of the larger men came up behind her, slapped her hard across the face, then dumped her out of the chair. He then grabbed her arm and roughly brought her to her feet to make her start walking out the door, through the town, and onto HIS mansion. Her ears were flat against her skull, but her head was held high, proud to show her body off to the masses that had gathered around to watch.
 
He smirked watching her on hidden cameras. She had spirit and though her ears betrayed her true feelings he was glad to see that she wouldnâ??t be cowed so easily. He had often been able to break others with just this but it seemed she was stronger. â??Good.â? He set the doors open that he wanted leaving the others closed. He had designed his mansionâ?¦or at least the part she would see in small box rooms. Some had nothing in them others had torture devices, and others were meant just for pleasure. The doors he left open for them to take her through would so merely normal torture devices though some looked more cruel then the ones she was used to seeing. They would take her into a room that was round. Leaving her hands bound for a time they would untie the rest of her bonds setting her on a wooden triangle standing from the floor. It was high enough that her feet couldnâ??t touch the ground even with her pussy pressed tight against the point of it. they finally untied her hands and connected her to chains hanging from the ceiling that would keep her there against the tip.
 
She didn't like being led like this into such an ominous location, and her tail would have been tucked between her legs if she could move it. Her ears were still flattened back, and she growled as they propped her on the triangle. She growled all the more and snapped at the people who were untying her. Natanya wanted to lunge at them and claw their eyes out, but when they untied her hands, they were instantly put up in the chains before she had a chance. She twisted her hands in the shackles, trying to see if there was a way she could free herself. The men left quickly, and she smirked. Now was her chance to get free. After a few minutes of working at the chains, she had part of one hand out of the shackles, and she growled in near victory.
 
The moment her hand started to slip out of the chain a electric shock ran through both chains and the triangle she was forced to sit on. It was intense enough to stop her from doing anything else but not enough to cause serious harm. It also had another purpose it was made to pass through her most intense pleasure nerve ends.
 
She yelped and squirmed when she felt the shock go through her body, her hand stopping and moving back into the shackle. A soft whimper escaped her lips at the unusual torture. It did hurt, but not in a way she was used to, but the after effects made her bite her lip. She wanted to ignore the pleasure she had received from that shock, but it was rather hard to do. Two parts of her seemed to be warring already.
 
A voice came to her not from a speaker or from in the room it seemed to come from inside her head. â??I wouldnâ??t do that again my dear the volts get increased every time you try. And I would prefer not to harm youâ?¦unless I decide to.â? The voice went away not saying anything for long moments leaving her alone with her thoughts for a time.
 
She growled when she heard the voice, her arms starting to tire from being held above her head. She realized her feet weren't tied down, and she decided she would relax her arms a little. She shifted a little and brought her feet up to the top of the triangle, her hands gripping the chains above her to help pull herself up. She stood on the edge of the triangle, her arms relaxing a little before she moved to sit on the simple device again. Her tail flipped back and forth, boredom beginning to set in. "Why are you leaving me here like this?" she shouted to the room, in hopes that whoever spoke to her would hear. "I haven't done a thing to you, yet, but you have me hanging like this."
 
There was a chuckle. â??Have you done nothing to me? Are you so sure of who I am?â? there was a mild electric shock that went through the shackles. â??If you are done moving sit back down again the fun is about to begin.â? When she was seated again was a sensation that started to come from the point of the triangle that at first would feel like it could be electricity but would soon be recognized as a vibration that was focused on her pussy and clit.
 
She yelped and growled at the shock that rippled through the cold steel shackles. "Show me your face, then, and I'll be the judge of whether or not I did anything to you. No one I know has the ability to speak as though they are in my mind." She started to sit down, momentarily thinking of putting both feet on one side and sitting sidesaddle on the triangle-horse-thing. Then she realized just how comfortable that was, and settled back to the way she was before. Her ears were folded back against her head tightly, and she was growling all the more, especially when she felt the beginning of another shock. At least that was what it seemed to be before it was prolonged. She yelped and snarled curses at whoever was controlling this thing, and she tried to stand back up on the horse. But with the vibration, that didn't really work too well. Instead, she bit her lip and focused like she had done on many occasions, blocking out the feeling.
 
The vibration continued building and the angle that she was forced to sit at was making her pussy and clit press against it. the voice returned, â??Your ability to block out feelings is rather remarkable it is much more developed then most people of your training. I will have to explore it more.â? The sides of the triangle suddenly sent a shock through her legs up arcing between her legs and crossing at her pussy sending shocks through her nervous system.
 
She hissed at the shock, since it was a little harder to block out more than one feeling at a time. She was still focused on the vibrating, and she wasn't feeling it. Of course, now that she knew that he was likely to use sudden shocks like that at odd intervals, and she took a deep breath, ready to fight it when it would likely return.
 
There was a chuckle as there was a sudden arch from her side sending another jolt of electricity through her grounding out through her pussy and clit as the vibrations intensified against her . â??You do realize that resistance is futile eventually everyone breaks that point just has to be found that would destroy them internally. So tell me what is yours?â? he chuckled the vibrations continuing.
 
She bit her lip and whimpered softly when she felt the next jolt run through her body, hoping he hadn’t heard it. She shook her head and took a deep breath to continue to keep blocking out the feeling of the vibrations. “Perhaps you haven’t met anyone like me, so well trained to block out feeling.” Her tail flipped back and forth in annoyance, the purple band between her normal orange and white tip looking like a single long line. “I have the scars to prove it, if you haven’t noticed.”
 
He had heard it and chuckled lighting in her head making the vibrations pass thought her entire legs the triangle vibrating itself and not just the tip. â??I do see the scars they are part of what is giving you the resistance that you have.â? He chuckled again, â??Amateurs they should know that a scar is less sensitive then the flesh that was there before. I think we night need to get rid of them what do you think?â? the door opened and a masked man entered carrying a thin knife moving toward her slowly.
 
Natanya growled as she heard him taunt her. "My scars are a part of me. You could torture me all you want, but first of all, you're not going to get anything from me, and second, you're not taking them from me." She growled, her tail flipping back and forth when she saw the masked man enter the room. The little light in the room glinted off the thin knife, and she didn't care that she was probably going to have to endure another harsh shock from her captor. Her tail flipped back and forth, and she stood up on the horse, somehow keeping her balance on the vibrating triangle. She growled and pulled herself up to wrap around the man's neck as he lunged at her. She felt the knife cut along the back of her leg moments before she snapped his neck. Even with the hot blood dripping down her leg, she didn't appear to be phased, and settled back down on the horse again.
 
The voice wasnâ??t angry in the least in fact he was laughing, in stitches was more like it. â??Serves the oaf right should have known better.â? The laughter continued for a short while more when it had quieted a little still the occasional chuckle he started speaking again. â??However my dear that was against my wishes and that means.â? He trailed off for a moment before arcs of electricity struck out at her from every side. â??You must be punished.â? There was no anger as the shock continued and changed working on overwhelming her nervous system but doing it slow so she could feel her body shutting down slowly.
 
Natanya growled when she heard him laughing, and sat back down on the hobby horse, tail lashing back and forth. Her eyes darted around the room as she still searched for the source of the voice. "Why don't you show yourself and stop hiding behind the walls like a coward?" A soft hiss escaped her lips when she felt the electricity hit her body, and growled again when he mentioned punishing her. "Like you haven't been doing enough of that already," she muttered under her breath. As the electricity arched through her body, she whimpered, feeling even more pain. Her whole body arched, and she closed her eyes, as her body started to tense. Her breathing became labored, and she bit her lip. It didn't take long before she felt herself go limp moments before she blacked out.
 
After she was out cold the voice took on human form and came in through the door. He smiled his hand rubbing over her smooth fur. â??You are truly talented no one else would ever be able to break youâ?¦and when I do you will become my perfect pet.â? He picked her up carrying her into another room where he chained her down to a large wooden platform he began to work on her having dulled her pain sense long enough to work on removing her scars. she lost some blood but not enough to be life threatening as he worked on returning her skin to the way it had been.
 
She lay there, completely limp, even as some of her muscles contracted from the remaining electricity in her body. She didn't feel the knife cutting at her body, removing her scars. To be honest, Natanya would have been a little glad to be blacked out for the time being, taking the opportunity to get a little rest. It was the first time in days that she had a chance to have a little sleep, even if it was forced upon her by his torturing.
 
He finished his work his hand brushing over her smooth skin. She was magnificent and though many a man would be freaked out by the ears and tail there was something about it that he liked. Using a simple needle and IV bag he slipped some sedation into her letting her slip from the forced unnatural sleep into something a bit more healthy and relaxing. He finished wrapping her wounds, they would be healed by the time she woke and this time with no scars. the sedation would keep her under for a couple days while he worked on some other business he wanted to be there when she wokeâ?¦at least over the mic if not in person.
 
A soft groan escaped Natanya's lips when she came to, her head aching. It felt like she had only been out for close to three hours, not several days. She tried to sit up, not fully expecting to still be captured...at least until she felt the chains holding her to the wooden table. She had hoped that it was simply a nightmare, and that it would be over when she woke up. She brought a hand to her head and groaned again from the headache and kept her eyes closed. Who was this person who forced her to stay here? How did he know just how to torture her?
 
â??Ah I see you are awake my beautiful pet.â? The voice was once again inside her head as the chains held her down. â??Please donâ??t bother struggling the chains will hold you down and I decided that your feet should also be chained now.â? The lights came on full blast above her showing many long tool arms above her with different types of instruments on each one. â??Now that you no longer have any scars on your body shall we get back to teaching you true submission?â?
 
"I'm not your pet, nor am I anyone's pet," she growled softly. She squinted as the lights came on above her, and she saw the various "playthings" for this person that was so bent on abusing her. "You had no right to take my scars. And as for teaching me 'true submission,' I'm going to pass. I'm planning on leaving now, so if you would kindly loosen these chains, I'll be out of your hair."
 
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