"Oracle's Ordeal" - Chapter 3: "Shocks"

Sofia walked past her bound captive, to the far corner of the room. The image of Barbara was seared into her brain; soaking wet, bound at the wrists and neck, her chest rising and falling as she tried to steady her breathing and visibly shivering. It took a not inconsiderable about of willpower to refrain from grabbing the redhead by the face and kissing her.

The mafia princess was not ashamed of this. Sexually humiliating her captives was one of the ways she would break them, stripping them of their agency, violating their intimacy; especially women. She had worked men before and even enjoyed it once or twice but he loved breaking young girls. Idealistic young attorneys the Falcones couldn’t bribe, sex workers who’d seen too much or started making trouble, anyone who got in the Falcones’ way. There was no reason she could not mix business with pleasure, especially since her lifestyle could not accommodate steady relationships. Being the youngest daughter in the biggest crime family in Gotham- a very traditional Italian family at that, she grew up used to being feared. Pampered by her family and servants, everyone else either tried to get into her good graces or stay away from her. School friends and teachers at her prestigious boarding schools wouldn’t dare cross her for fear of her familial connections, or even Sofia herself. She had always been large and she used this to her advantage, lifting weights ever since she was a teenager. She was also lonely.

But this was supposed to be different. Oracle had come after Sofia’s family and she wanted revenge but she did not expect to so taken with Barbara. She was beautiful and strong and, perhaps most importantly, completely unafraid of Sofia. She fully intended to have her fun with her victim beyond hurting her but she never anticipated being so drawn to her. Tied, helpless, and completely at her mercy as she was, Barbara was almost irresistible to Sofia.

Almost.

She had so much more in store for her captive. She knew she wouldn’t break immediately and even if she did, this was about revenge and she wanted Barbara to see the extent of her rage and sadism.

She dragged a metal trolley up to Barbara’s side and just out of her line of sight and stood before the helpless heroine. She made sure Barbara’s eyes were on her when she pulled a switchblade out of her pocket and took out the blade. She then held it to Barbara’s exposed neck, gently pressing it but not breaking the skin.

“Try not to move.” She said.

With a calculating quickness, Sofia moved the blade under Barbara’s left tank top sleeve and pulled it out, cutting it in the process. Immediately she moved to her right shoulder and did the same. She then grabbed what remained of it by the cleavage and pulled it up, sliding the blade underneath it and cutting through it. As she pulled it from her torso letting it fall to the floor, Barbara kept her eyes fixed to the ceiling. She was not about to let her captor get the satisfaction of thinking she was humiliating her, but her stoicism only made her more beautiful to Sofia. She undid the last inch of the zipper on Barbara’s purple and black hoodie and went to work tearing and ripping the sleeves with her hand and switchblade, removing it completely. She was now completely topless, arching backwards in her bondage, her gorgeous breasts rising and falling above her now visible ribcage, still dripping wet from the torture she’d endured, her nipples hard as bullets, sticking out prominently in the cold air.

“Take a picture, I’ll last longer,” she said, her eyes moving down to look at Sofia who was caught staring at the beautiful, bound redhead.

Sofia said nothing. She slowly walked behind her, gently caressing her bare chest, shoulder, and neck as she disappeared from Barbara’s sight. The sound of duck tape unraveling echoed through the room and Barbara soon felt it over her mouth.

“That’s enough out of you for the time being Miss Gordon.” said Sofia, as she crouched and leaned in next to Barbara’s left ear and neck; “While I still have questions for you to answer, they can wait. Right now, I’ll settle for showing you just how dire your situation is.”

Barbara tried to focus on her breathing, remembering her training but she was thrown completely off her train of thought when Sofia gave a small, gentle kiss on her shoulder causing her to flinch and lose all her concentration.

“I’m going to hurt you some more now” whispered Sofia, as her lips broke away from Barbara’s soft skin.

“Make you scream,” she continued just before planting another delicate kiss on Barbara’s strained neck, just above where the coarse rope was biting into her fair skin.

“…and show you how helpless you truly are…” She was now caressing Barbara’s ear with her soft full lips, “…before I break you”, she said through clenched teeth.

Sofia stood up again and walked to the trolley she had pulled up next to Barbara. It was one of those metal boxes on wheels, usually found in garages and auto shops. Barbara saw her put on a pair of rubber gloves and her heart sank.

“Did you know that it was the French who first thought of using electrical shocks as a means of torture?” Sofia asked casually, now with her back turned to the bound girl. “Let’s start with the sponges, seeing as you’re already wet…”

Barbara heard a click and a soft, eerie humming noise filled the room.

As she turned, Barbara saw that in her gloved hands she was holding two cables with huge alligator clips on the end. They were both clamped onto yellow sponges. Without any warning, Sofia pushed the sponges onto Barbara’s flat, exposed stomach.
The pain is instant and excruciating. All air leaves Barbara’s lungs as she twitches and jerks violently in her bonds and for a few seconds, her insides feel like they are going to burst out of her abdomen.

Sofia pulls back the sponges and Barbara groans into her tape gag.

“MMmmmmffffff” is all Barbara can manage in between trying to breathe again.

“How does that feel?” Asked Sofia, her words dripping with cruelty and sadism.

Once again, she touched the sponges to Barbara’s stomach making her try to curl forward, straining against her tied neck and wrists as a muffled scream of agony echoes around the room. The pain was like being stabbed with dull knives in the stomach.
Sofia pulled the sponges back again. Barbara groaned into her gag, feeling sick. She is covered in a layer of sweat, her chest gleaming in the harsh light.

“HHhhMMMmmmmmm…” She groaned through her gag.

“I’m sorry miss Gordon, I didn’t quite catch that” taunted the villain, enjoying every second of Barbara’s agony.

Once again, she pushed the sponges onto her flat stomach. Pain washed over Barbara as she screams into her gag, helpless to stop the torture. As Sofia pulled away, Barbara was left squirming in her bonds, trying to adjust to the lingering pain but this only served to make her look more enticing to her captor. Sofia looked at her victim like a predator, playing with her food.

“Is there anything you wish to tell me, little girl?” Asked Sofia. “Anything you want to say?” She was hovering over the restrained heroine, taking in all of her beauty.

“HHHhhmmmHMMM” grunted Barbara.

Sofia thrust the sponges into her even more forcefully this time and Barbara screamed into her gag just like before. Except this time, the pain didn’t stop in 3 seconds. Barbara’s scream disappeared as all the air escaped her lungs in what seemed like the longest 10 seconds of her life. When Sofia did finally pull back, the smoke seemed to be rising from ver victim. Barbara was dazed. All she could think about was the pain. Her eyes began to flutter and half-close when suddenly, a splash of freezing cold water hit her across the face and chest.

Suddenly, Sofia was a mere inch from Barbara’s face again, supporting herself on the wheelchair’s arms, her massive form completely dominating Barbara’s line of sight. As she eyed the heroine up and down, she could smell the soft scent of sweat over antiperspirant, and a hint of the nutmeg conditioner Barbara used. She pressed her lips against the tape covering Barbara’s mouth, in a twisted mockery of a passionate kiss, and inandvertedlly let out a small moan as she exhaled. She then gently kissed Barbara’s chin, then her neck, slowly moving down until she reached the rope that was cruelly biting into her neck, and playfully bit and hugged at it, as one might do with a lover’s ear. Sofia now dropped to her knees, still able to comfortably reach her captive’s body, she started planting slow, passionate kissed on Barbara’s chest. Barbara tried, as much as she could, to block out any feeling of eroticism that might be trying to surface. Her mind was all over the place, how could Sofia so quickly jump from sadistically torturing her, to this seemingly warm display of affection? Was this part of her torture? Was this supposed to throw her off her game?
Barbara gasped as she felt Sofia kiss her right breast. With her right hand, Sofia reached for Barbara’s other breast, grabbing it and squeezing and pulling her now hard nipple in between her fingers while kissing and sucking gently on Barbara’s right nipple. Barbara let out a small short groan that almost sounded like a moan.

Barbara let out a small sigh as Sofia stood up again and went to the trolley.

“Why don’t we make things a little more interesting?” Said the giant woman as she turned once again to her victim, holding what looked like smaller alligator clips with the same cables attached. Dropping one of them in Barbara’s lap, she grabbed her left breast with one hand and attached the clip to her nipple.

“Oooommmmffff” moaned Barbara into her gag as the clip’s sharp teeth bit mercilessly bit into her tender flesh making her squirm in her bonds. Sofia repeated this process on her other nipple, then looked into Barbara’s eyes as she ripped the tape from her mouth. Circling around the bound heroine and tracing around her neck with her finger until she was behind her, Sofia placed her hands on Barbara’s shoulders, rubbing them ever so gently.

“I don’t know if you’re ready to talk miss Gordon but I will ask you questions regardless, and punish you if I do not like the sound of your answers. The longer this takes, the more painful it will be for you. See that little box over there? With the little switches and knobs? I can set the voltage to whatever I want and while it would be a dreadful shame to ruin your perfect little breasts, I am curious to see if you will let it come to that. That doesn’t mean we’ll stop though, do you have any idea how sensitive your armpits? We can move on to them afterward. I have all the time in the world for you.” Said Sofia, as she loosened and removed the rope around Barbara’s neck.

“Well, everyone needs a hobby.” Said Barbara through clenched teeth.

Sofia leaned over and kissed Barbara’s neck, before moving towards the trolley again.

“This is what 50 volts feel like.” Said the mobster, almost matter of factly.

There was an unearthly crackle and all the air escapes Barbara’s lungs. Her chest burned with pain, which then spread to her torso. She felt like her breasts were being ripped off her body, her mouth opens yet unable to make any noise as the cruel current surged through her body. As it ceased, the redhead slumped on the chair, taking in huge breaths.

“Who do you work for?” Asked Sofia.

“Your momma,” breathed Barbara. “And she told me to tell you; she’s really disappointed in- AAAAAARRGHGH!”

Electricity once again surged into Barbara’s chest and she screamed in agony, throwing her head back and pushing her chest out. Her muscles were rigid and spasming, her hands locked into crooked shapes, tied behind her as she was helpless to stop the pain. Her whole body now glistening, covered in sweat. The current stopped.

“That was 65 volts,” Said Sofia, visibly peeved by Barbara’s comment. “This is 80.” She turned the dial and flipped the switch

There was a loud CRACK and Barbara wailed in agony. Her breasts felt like they were on fire and being punched at the same time but 100 times worse. She twitched and jerked violently in her bonds, the current burning through her body. Sofia could not take her eyes off her.

“Who do you work for? Who else is in your organization?” Sofia’s voice breaking through the haze of pain in Barbara’s mind.

“…The tooth fairy.” Spat Barbara.

CA-CRACK

Barbara saw sparks jump out from the alligator clips biting into her nipples as her screams filled the room. Her back arched as all her muscles strained against her bondage. Her chest felt like it was going to explode.

“That was 100,” remarked Sofia, her eyes glued to Barbara’s heaving chest, as rivulets of sweat trickled down the redhead’s face, neck, and cleavage. “Shall we make it 125?”

“Go to hell…” Barbara was panting heavily, trying to take in as much air as she could before it was knocked out of her gain.

There was a slight, rising hum before a loud, dreadful CRACK

Barbara’s chest popped out, flinging drops of sweat into the air as she shrieked in agony, her breasts seemingly being lifted up by the cables attached to the cruel clips. The current stops. The sound of urine dripping off the seat of the wheelchair and onto the dirty floor hits Sofia’s ears, as her lips curl into a twisted smile. Barbara closed her eyes shut as if to block out her humiliation.

“Yes, that’s it.” Purred Sofia, her deep voice oozing with sadism. “Let yourself go… No one is coming to save you, little girl.”

Barbara’s breathing was frantic, the pain came in waves and it felt like she would never be able to fill her lungs completely again.

“How does 150 volts sound to you?” Sofia was almost gleeful.

The wheelchair nearly tips, as Barbara is jolted back into agony. Sparks fly, along with a spray of sweat as Barbara let out an ear-splitting scream. Steam starts rising from her nipples as her chest feels like it’s being ripped open by the electricity. Her vision was now blurry from the sweat running down her face and the tears welling up in her eyes.

“WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?” Shouted Sofia as she switched off the current.

Barbara’s head drooped forward, her eyes half-open, her mind now only processing pain.

“TELL ME!”

“…never.” Managed Barbara, her voice was weak and hoarse from all the screaming.

The torture continued for an hour but the questions stopped. Barbara could no longer scream 30 minutes in and after another 30, finally passed out. At which point, Sofia got up, went over to the ice cooler, and picked it up with little effort. She stood next to Barbara and emptied all the remaining ice water onto her.

With a huge gasp, Barbara sprang awake and Sofia tossed the cooler across the room.

“You can’t leave the party yet miss Gordon!” Yelled Sofia, her tone now slightly unhinged. “I have SO much more in store for you!”

To be continued…