The guards opened fire almost all at once with a deafening roar of gunshots echoing in the cavernous atrium. Nora cried out in horror as Jack was caught in a murderous crossfire. Some of the bullets deflected off his telekinetic shield, but he was off balance and forgot to shield himself from the gunmen above even as he soared up to reach the skylight and escape.
He was hit again and again, the bullets making him jump around like a string of firecrackers, tearing him out of the air. Shields failing, he was hit from the other side now. One of the last things Nora ever saw was her old body hitting the ground like a bloody sack of meat. A single bullet of the hundreds fired ricocheted from the white marble wall and clipped her forehead. Nora collapsed to the ground unconscious.
When she woke up it was on the bare floor of an almost medieval stone cell. There was an iron door with a trap at the bottom and two sliding plates, one high enough to look in through and another waist high and large enough to pass food or other items through. Someone had dressed her in a short, plain sleeveless nightie that fell to the tops of her thighs. No bra, no underwear. She was uncomfortably aware of her breasts for the first time and it felt a tad drafty, well, down there.
Nora was morbidly fascinated by her new body, but did her best not to betray too much interest. DeMorrell or his men might be observing her via camera. Instead she minutely inspected the door. They would expect her to do that. Her temple throbbed as she bent down to inspect the handle and her fingers found a small bandage on the left side of her head.
After she had waited what seemed like a long time DeMorrell finally arrived accompanied by two guards. Nora knew she had no chance of overpowering them to get out the door. The guards looked tough. One was a cold Nordic type with chips of ice for eyes and an ugly scar along his jawline. The other guard was a swarthy Slav with a bristling mustache and heavy brows. Beyond that they were of a type, similarly tall, heavily muscled, and battle ready. Each carried a tazer and a pair of handcuffs at his belt.
"Hello, Nora," DeMorrell said from his wheelchair, safely behind his two human pit bulls, "I've brought a friend to meet you. This is Larrsen."
The blonde guard stepped forward, looking her in the eye, and giving her a curt nod.
"I hope you will find him more to your liking than you did me. You may go ahead, Mr. Larrsen."
Larrsen removed the tazer from his belt with one meaty fist. Nora took an involuntary step backward, her heart in her throat. She began to plead, knowing that was what he wanted, "Lucius, please, there's no need for this. I will tell you everything I know - - I swear it!"
Her voice was so high and afraid Nora hardly recognized it as her own. Larrsen passed the tazer to his fellow bodyguard and she relaxed a little. DeMorrell gave a sage nod of his shaggy head.
"I know you will, Nora. That was never, ever in any doubt. Yes, in time, you will talk. For now, Larrsen here is just going to punish you for what you did."
With sudden blinding speed Larrsen backhanded her and Nora flew up hard against the wall. She let go with a sudden high pitched cry, one hand to her injured cheek, but she didn't lose her feet.
Larrsen handed his cuffs over to his partner who clipped them alongside the extra tazer. The big German undid his own belt, letting it hang down like a weapon, the heavy buckle dangling like a morningstar. Larrsen last with the belt one time hard across the hip, the buckle biting through the brief gown into the her soft flesh. Nora cried out and tried to run from him. He got her again this time across the buttocks.
The brawny Slav was in her way, but she almost managed to dodge him. Almost. His hand caught Nora's flying hair and cruelly dragged her back. Grabbing her right arm he twisted it behind her body, sending a shock of pain up her shoulder. He quickly restrained her free hand with one twice its size and then held her there. Larrsen dropped his belt and then unzipped his gray and black camo jumpsuit.
Nora watched in horror. Something started to crawl around in her guts with a thousand little legs. Larrsen removed his boots and stepped out of his jumpsuit. Larrsen neatly folded the jumpsuit and set it down atop the boots. Next went the underwear. The man was completely naked.
He smile thinly at Nora his nostrils slightly flaring. Almost against her will Nora's eyes fell to his penis, which was already stiffening to life.
"Oh God," Nora gulped, "Please, Lucius, don't. You don't understand. It was Merlin. He made me do it. He made me help."
"Merlin is dead, my dear," DeMorrell shook his head sadly, "So I only have your word on that. Hold her tightly, Mikhail."
DeMorrell had correctly read the look in Nora's eyes. She began to struggle wildly, uncaring about the pain n her wrist and arm. Larrsen was coming closer. She couldn't look away. It was as if the more frightened she became the harder he got. Nora redoubled her efforts.
Larrsen gave her another hard backhand blow that sent the room spinning. This time she had the big Slav to hold her up. While she was dazed the guards quickly stripped her out of her scanty institutional gown and she was naked.
Mikhail helped stretch her out on the floor and then returned to restraining her arms. Running his hands over her smooth pale body, Larrsen began to play with her, roughly fondling her breasts, painfully squeezing them and mashing them together.
Nora cried out, a noise of shock, not quite a scream, unused to being touched in such a way. Larrsen chuckled. She tried to kick at him but he already had his knee between hers forcing her legs open, one hand taking a painful grip on the roundness of her soft, smooth thigh. He was between her legs now and as she began to thrash her body she felt his cock brush against her pubic mound.
She was pleading now, a nonsensical, whimpering jumble of words, appealing to a merciful side DeMorrell did not have. Larrsen's hands were like merciless claws, digging into her buttocks, pulling her toward him.
He shoved his cock up into her all at once and started pounding away at her pussy. Nora finally screamed.
DeMorrell laughed.
