While the prisoner's data was beginning to appear in the newest window, Ariel watched the close-up screens with new attention. The two identical sisters had slightly changed the way they were tormenting their charge, and it had an immediate effect.
The sister focusing on the prisoner's breasts had moved her hands in such a way that her fingers could now reach the hard nipples resting atop the large mounds. She was alternating between squeezing and massaging the soft flesh, and pinching, rubbing, or twisting the erect nipples.
The window showing her crotch showed that the other sister had begun to use her fingers as well as her mouth. Two slender suntanned fingers were steadily moving back and forth inside the woman's pussy. Such was her arousal, that a small droplet fell freely with each movement, and a steady trickle leaked down her thighs.
In the window focused on her head, she saw that the helpless woman had her head thrown back in pure ecstasy. her emerald green eyes were partially rolled back, and her open mouth spewed forth a near-constant flow of intelligible pleas and moans. The lips of the sister attending her breasts were trailing lightly across the prisoner's neck, and each time she pressed a soft kiss against the flesh, the woman gave a small shudder of pleasure.
Ariel looked out of the glass window and saw that the woman's entire body was straining against the unforgiving bonds. Every muscle was tense, and she had arched her back and hips as much as her limited freedom allowed, pressing them further against the hands and lips that provided such exquisite torture. Her flaming red hair swung wildly as she moved her head around. The additional stimulation to her nipples and pussy pushed the trashing woman even closer to the edge than she already was, yet she was skillfully denied, the release she craved held so agonizing close, yet so far out of her reach. The sound of a subtle chime drew her eyes away from the captivating sight below her, and she saw that the computer had finished uploading all the information about the prisoner. Most, she already knew, everyone knew about this woman and what she had done to end up in her current situation. But it never hurt to review every bit of information. Seeing that the prisoner was no closer to cumming than a moment ago, and knowing that the twins could hold a person like this for a long, long time, she began to read over the information provided.
Occupant; Natasha Romanova.
Alias; Black Widow.
Place of origin; Earth.
Acquired; 4 days ago.
Known powers; Master spy and infiltrator. Expert martial artist. Expert markswoman. Expert weapon skills. Slower ageing and enhanced immune system.
Threat level; High.
Current status; Placed under punishment protocols. Punishers; The Inquisitor twins.
Training progress; Suspended until punishment protocol is lifted.
Current training regimen; none. Punished at her punisher's discretion.
Purpose of training; High value for infiltration, assassination, or data/object acquisition.
Note 1; The Subject is placed under punishment protocol for wounding her two handlers and three security guards after a successful escape. Per Pravum's regulations, the protocol will last until all injured people have fully recovered.
Note 2; A special combination of drugs is being injected regularly, to keep her under the effect at all times.
The current effects are; Stimulant to prevent her body from tiring. Aphrodisiac to keep her body in a constant state of strong arousal. Sensitizer to raise her body's sensitivity by a factor of seven (7). Neuroblocker to prevent her mind from losing consciousness.
Ariel remembered that incident well. A rush of excitement was going through the complex as the away team returned with another captured superhero. This time, the infamous Black Widow. But in their excitement, the team became sloppy, and security failed to spot the obvious signs. When her assigned handlers released her from her travel bonds and moved to secure her in her holding cell, they discovered that the red-headed assassin was already awake. She quickly took out the two handlers, an easy task, as they were not trained for combat. She also managed to take down three guards before finally being subdued again. Most injuries were quickly treated by the on-site doctors, but one of the handlers had suffered a nasty kick to her spine and was still in the med bay. Her recovery could take weeks if she even fully recovered, that is.
Unfortunately for Natasha though, that particular handler was also the lover of Pravum's top interrogators. A pair of Spanish identical twins that had quickly gained the nickname of the inquisitor twins. The two were absolute masters when it came to the female body. Using pleasure and pain, they could systematically break down the resistance of whoever they got in their lovely hands. And right now, that was the gorgeous redhead held spreadeagle by unbreakable bonds. She had permitted the twins to be the exclusive punishers for Black Widow, even going as far as the give them carte blanche when it came to her punishment. And they had used that freedom to brutal effect.
They had brought her to unbelievable heights of pleasure, bringing her to the absolute brink of orgasm, before backing off. Only to repeat it mere seconds later. Or they had given her the gentle and loving care of skilled lovers, slowly fanning the embers of desire within her body. Other times, after bringing her to that maddening edge again, they had carefully held her at that mind-numbing pleasure, often for hours on end. Whips, paddles, candles and electricity were used to inflict pain on Natasha. They were only going for the spots that brought the highest pain, and avoiding any that could bring pleasure. The changes between these sessions were always sudden, and never at a set time, they could inflict pain for hours, only to switch to pleasure for a precious few seconds before switching back. Other times, the seemingly unstoppable rush of orgasm was brutally halted by the swing of a riding crop against her exposed clit, the sharp pain tearing through the euphoria, shattering any chance of cumming. To further her humiliation, they had told her of the many rooms all around her, each could be occupied by any number of people. They had even taken the time to carefully shave the little tuft of hair above her pussy, which was the most humiliating experience in her life. Yet she still shuddered in pleasure each time the razor moved across her skin.
When the twins retreated for their rest, or when they visited their beloved friend in med-bay, the torment did not end for Black Widow. A device positioned between her legs housed two adjustable dildos on flexible tendrils. When the twins left, they would activate the device, and the advanced programming would use the dildos to fuck the helpless spy. After the first hour, the computer had adjusted the dildo's size to maximise pleasure in her ass and pussy. After the second, it knew when to vibrate and how strong, carefully sending vibration pulses to specific parts of the dildo that were in contact with the most sensitive spots of her cunt and ass. By the third, it knew the optimal speed to give maximized pleasure, without any pain. It would have been the fucking of a lifetime for the former S.H.I.E.L.D agent if only the twins had not set the machine to never cross the pleasure threshold. It would never go beyond the edge, always stopping milliseconds before she would cum, before either staying there for agonizing minutes or backing off in yet another denial. During those long hours of mechanised torment, the circular device she had been restrained in would spin slowly, allowing the dozens of spectators in the rooms around her to witness her helpless plight.
Natasha lasted a full day before she started to break. The first pleas for mercy or release came not soon after. Halfway through day two, she began to tell them random things, anything her mind could think of, just for a chance to satisfy her tormentors. At the end of day three, she had fully broken down, and one by one, all of her secrets were being extracted by the skilled hands and mouths of the Spanish twins. And still, the twins did not let up on their torment. Almost a full day later, she still had information to offer, all in vain hope for mercy. And all the time, she was painfully aware that countless people witnessed every second of her betrayal, watched as she writhed in agony when the next orgasm was denied. Her cheeks burned red with shame as she moaned like a wanton whore, or when they told her how soaking wet her pussy was. Sweat, tears, and the juices from her aching cunt covered her body as she was pushed to the limits of her resolve, and beyond.
And still, the twins showed no sign of stopping. They had Natasha at their mercy, and they would make her suffer for every second their colleagues and lover spent in med-bay.