Tempest poured his anger out on the young woman. His fury drove his tentacles to dance all up and down her frame. What skimpy clothing she had on did noting to shield her as his strikes simply ignored the fabric and the flesh beneath it, striking true to her nerves themselves. The assault left her gasping and flopping like a landed fish before his rage was sated . . . but even then he continued. The monstrous storm rolled on and on, pushing the girl to the very edge of human endurance. Only when she had passed out from the pain and exhaustion did Tempest stop.

At long last, the psychic alien paused to take stock of the situation. Floating there above his unconscious prey he finally noticed the shift in his coloration. A lingering effect of her attack? Had something within him changed? He felt only curiousity at this development, which was curious in itself. Maybe he had spent his anger in his retaliation. But he still didn't have the time to ponder such things. Unless he was mistaken, Fenris would awaken soon and he had preparations to make before that happened.

First, he invaded her unconscious mind. His psychic tendrils spread throughout her psyche, searching out the mechanism she used to summon her fire. Once he found it, he cross-linked that with the memory of the pain she had just felt. For the next ten or twelve hours, should she try to call her jadefire she would immediately relive that agony.

Then he carefully stripped off her clothes. Sneakers, sports-bra, workout pants and panties were all removed and piled together in a corner of the room, topped off with the jacket she had abandoned earlier. It wasn't so much that they were any obstacle to him, more a way making her feel less comfortable.

Finally, he retrieved a set of manacled chains from the walls. Locking the metal cuffs about her wrists, he took the chain ends and phased them into the ceiling. He pulled the girl up until she was suspended with her feet about a foot above the ground, then let the chains solidify, embedding them in the ceiling. A length of metal with manacles on either end served to keep her legs spread and topped off the preparations.

As an afterthought, Tempest made a jaunt to the kitchens to retrieve a bucket of water and a ladle. Then he sank into the ether, leaving Fenris helpless and in the dark as he waited for her to awaken.

Fenris knew pain. It had been part of her regimen of training to become a huntress of the supernatural, before she had been forced to enroll at Shokushu. Her grandfather had taken her through tortures both on a physical and mental level, for her foes would attack from many different avenues to find any weakness they could exploit.

The goal of exposure to such unpleasant sensations was to acclimate the body to those experiences until they no longer adversely affected the hunter’s ability to stay focused. Eventually, Fenris would have become numb many various forms of torture. Her levels of endurance would have made her impossible to break without killing her in the process.

However, Fenris never finished her training. She was hardly even an adept at her desired trade, no thanks to her meddling parents. Now she was paying for her lack of discipline.

The white-hot pain that shot through every inch of the girl’s body was far beyond anything that her grandfather had ever put her through. She just wasn’t ready to tolerate such levels of torture, yet. Because of this, the young female huntress was entirely under-equipped to deal with this attack in any effective way.

Her body thrashed frantically to escape, but no matter how she struggled she couldn’t escape the electric tendrils. The pain never stopped; it never even eased up for an instant. It was just constant, unbearable surging agony through every last fiber of her being. The only reason she was able to take in any air into her lungs was so that she had something to scream with.

Towards the end, she really did hope that she’d be killed. At that point, death was preferable to enduring even another moment of what her body was going through. It just never seemed to stop. There was absolutely no mercy shown to her as the pain went on and on well beyond what her mind was capable of withstanding.

Eventually, her own mind rescued itself. She finally found escape in the depths of unconsciousness, as her brain shut itself down as an emergency response to the extreme stimulus.

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When Fenris awoke, it was to the cold embrace of stale air against her naked flesh. She shivered, and heard the tinkling sound of chains rattling in response. Before she even had the strength to open her eyes, her mind noted the sharp bite of metal at her wrists.

To say that her body was sore was akin to observing that the ocean is wet. Fenris let out a tiny groan as she began to assess the damage that had been done to her. She forced her eyes open an inch, and had to pause to gather the strength to push them any wider.

The cell was dark, but Fenris could tell that she was naked. The broken door off to one side indicated that she had not been moved from the room that she had made her stand within. She tried to tug at the chains holding her arms, but her suspended weight kept her from getting any real effect.

The girl fought down a sense of vertigo, and tried to stretch her toes down to try and touch the floor. No luck. Worse, her feet were forcibly spread by more manacles. When she tried to close her legs, she felt the resistance in her inner ankles. This indicated that there was likely some sort of pole keeping her feet apart. Well, this was fucked.

There was no immediate sign of her captor, but Fenris had seen his parlor trick a couple of times now. He was some sort of dimensional phase-shifter, which complemented his set of eldritch capabilities that she’d witnessed thus far. No doubt he was simply nearby in another dimension.

Well, she wasn’t about to just hang around and wait to see what the thing had in store for her. It obviously wanted her in the worst of ways, so she needed to act quick and try to think up an escape plan. Fighting this thing just wasn’t going to work. Not that escape was going to be particularly easy either, by the look of things.

Still, Fenris wasn’t without hope. She swiveled her shapely, young hips and swung out her legs in the hopes that she’d contact something she could use to break free. Her hips gyrated with slow, powerful control as her feet searched the darkness in a full circle around her suspended body.

As Tempest had surmised, Fenris was resilient. She regained conscious relatively quickly and took little time to begin trying to escape. Despite his insight into her thoughs, he was a little puzzled at her method though. He wasn't sure what she could accomplish, even if she could reach something with her swinging. Unfortunaley for her, and through no actual foresight on Tempest's part, he had anchored her in the middle of the chamber. There was literally nothing she could reach with her actions. Well, nothing but him.

Still submerged, he reached out a tentacle and let her leading leg pass though it. The ethereal contact would cause a brief electric tingle in her limb. More importantly, however, during the short contact, Tempest devored some of the nerve impulses Fenris was using to control that leg, making her efforts slightly weaker. Silently, the cruel monster continued this pattern - putting his etheric tentacles in the girl's way and sapping her strength until she stopped her efforts, or at least changed tactics.

Fenris’ body never even completed a full circuit around her position. The girl was only mildly aware of the mild, electric tingles against her legs. She suspected that her captor was toying with her, like a cat pawing at a dangling bell. In little time, what strength that she had in her lower limbs was sapped sufficiently enough to cause her lower body to drop back into its resting position against her own will.

Her petite frame swung slightly from the transfer of energy into the chain that she dangled from. The sound of the metal clicking and ringing lightly mixed with the girl’s panting breaths. She couldn’t just give up; there had to be some way out of this mess. Her blue eyes glanced up as she twisted one of her hands within her manacle to get a hold of the chain that she was suspended from. With careful coordination, she twisted her other hand to get a full, solid grip on the chain.

Fenris’ perky, full breasts heaved twice as the girl took a couple of breaths to try and pump some strength into her body. Her arms visibly flexed, and her taut stomach tightened as she pulled on the chain in an effort to climb it. Her lightly-tanned body rose a couple of inches before her arms stalled out and started to shake with the strain of her effort. Perfect, white teeth grinded against one another as Fenris refused to let up when her body clearly didn’t have the strength to continue.

She kept the pressure on until she could feel the fire in her arms cause a tearing sensation in her muscles. The girl gave a cry of frustration and pain as her hands slipped and she fell back into her position. Her arms burned from overuse, and her fingers now throbbed with severe pain from slipping on the harsh metal of the chain.

It was no use. She was stuck. Without her jadefire to melt through the chain, she was helpless to escape her predicament. Fenris knew she didn’t have the strength, but she had to try just once. She screamed in horrible surprise and pain when just the attempt to bring forth her most powerful energies drew forth only the clear sensation of being electrified all over again. It only lasted for a moment, but the message was clear: she’d been hexed against calling her jadefire. The girl could only groan as she tried to recover, sweaty and naked in the dark cell.

The invisible monster watched with interest as Fenris tried to climb the chains she was hanging from. Again he was not sure what she had expected to accomplish and wasn't sure she even knew. Still, her determination was comendable, if futile. He doubted he could break her - at least not entirely.

Do you understand your position now, little huntress? Tempest emerged from the ether, his many tentacles already surrounding the young woman. His current green electicity threw an eerie pale glow onto the walls, subtly lighting the chamber.

You have been the prey all along . . . My prey. The monster lightly stroked a tentacle along each of the girl's arms, eating the pain signals. It did nothing for the actual strain, but the hurt would be soothed.

Still, there's no reason for you to hurt anymore. I already know how much pain you can take. He lighly slid those tentacles down her sides, engaging her pleasure nerves directly. Now let's see how much pleasure you can stand

With tentacles in direct contact with her body, Tempest could easily feed of Fenris's nervous signals. That would make any struggles she made weak and (even more) ineffectual. Of course, such struggles would also play into his 'hands', giving him some of the food he sought.

Strong, sapphire blue eyes slowly opened as Tempest’s voice touched the girl’s mind. Her cunning gaze darted about to quickly assess her situation as she observed that she had been surrounded by the green, electric tendrils of her eldritch captor. The jadefire glow of the creature’s new form bathed the room in a sickly light, and illuminated the lovely figure of the captive young woman as her naked flesh dangled before the monster like a tasty morsel on the end of a string.

Her eyes turned to glare hatefully at the main body of the creature as she felt the soft strokes along her arms. She lifted her chin a couple of inches in silent defiance of his words. Her face was that of a muzzled wolf, trapped in a corner and helpless to fight back, but still full of that killer’s instinct.

Her smooth jaw was set as she resisted to acknowledge the relief that she felt in her arms. It was easy enough for her to tell that while her strength had not been restored, the monster had sapped the pain from her muscles. Her brow furrowed in suspicion as she contemplated what this thing was playing at with such a touch of mercy, when none had been shown before.

This question was immediately answered as the creature explained its new intention. Fenris couldn’t help her gasp of surprise when the tentacles slid down the sides of her body, igniting a powerful sensation of pleasure wherever they touched. She wiggled lightly in an attempt to escape the unwanted attention, but her movements were weakened far beyond what her mind wanted to do.

The girl swallowed nervously as she considered the full scale of what this monster was preparing to do to her. Her test of pain had pushed her far beyond the limits of what she though herself capable of withstanding. She’d been forced to the edge of her capabilities of endurance, and then violently shoved far beyond that boundary. There was no doubt in her mind that this test of pleasure wasn’t going to be pleasant in the slightest. This was likely going to test of her absolute limits, but why?

While the naked huntress didn’t have the energy or the mind to panic and blindly struggle, she did resist as best she could her captor’s unwanted advances. She crossed her shapely legs to deny him access to her most precious and sacred place, and turned her chest away from him in a futile display of disapproval. It was not bashfulness that compelled these actions, but staunch defiance in the face of an unwinnable situation. She would fight this creature with every last drop of energy in her body, even when it was obvious that it had won.

Although she tried to harden her features, her lips quivered just slightly, and her breasts began to heave with deeper breaths that betrayed her excitement. A light blush reddened the area of freckles over her nose, while her eyes blazed with hateful fury.

“Why are you doing this to me?” she asked suddenly; it was a broader question than what was presently happening to her, “All of this. The dream lure, the phantom noises to draw me down here, the torture. You obviously have some affinity to my spirit; I can’t otherwise explain your ability to absorb my jadefire, but I have no memory of you. This has vengeance written all over it, but if I have wronged you then I would know the crimes for which I now serve the sentence.”