Shadfic 5

I am interested any constructive criticism, and if anyone has a request for how Shad should exact his revenge on our three unfortunate heroes, tell me and I will certainly consider writing it in.

Chapter 5

It was uncomfortably warm in the dungeon.  The walls and floor were hot to the touch and the air was thick and clammy.  The sweat dripping down between Salina's round c-cups tickled under her dress, but she had given up wiping it away.  The metal collar was beginning to chafe at her neck, and Salina focused her efforts on trying to ease the pressure there.  A chain ran up past her right ear to the ceiling, taut enough that she had to stand up uncomfortably straight.  Unless she stood on her toes, the collar pressed hard against her chin and made her breathing labored.

Halfway across the empty, square room, Salina's sister Tomika was having trouble, too.  Her elbows were bound tight behind her back, angling her big breasts directly out.  Her ankles were caught in two separate chains a bit like Salina's, but anchored a few feet apart on the stone floor.  Each chain was a foot long, giving her plenty of slack to move her legs, but there was a space of maybe two feet between the cuffs, so try as she might, Tomika could not close them together.

Across from Salina, Ben had given up his struggles, too.  His wrists were held by two separate chains, each a foot and a half long and anchored to the same point on the floor.  At first he had pulled and struggled to stand up, but now he sat on the warm floor, legs splayed out, looking despondent.  For a while they had talked, trying to reassure each other, but all of Tomika and Ben's words sounded hollow, and speaking was a trial for Salina with her neck collared as it was.  She didn't know how long they had been in the hot stone room, but so far Shadbase was just boring.  Boring and very uncomfortable.

Eventually the heavy wooden door swung open and the Bad Man swept briskly into the room, illuminated by greasy lights in the ceiling.  Now he wore something reminiscent of an SS uniform, and it did something to him - made him bigger, broader.  More commanding.  Or had he always been that way and Salina had just never noticed?  Either way, she was paralyzed with fear when he marched right up to her, terrifying skull face bare and glaring.  Surprisingly human dark brown eyes stared out at her from gaping black sockets.  He stopped right in front of Salina, who swayed a little at the end of her chain, the heat and fear making her unsteady on her feet.  The Bad Man bent a little at the knees to make his face even with hers, and Salina turned her head away as best she could.  She couldn't stand looking at that impossible white skull.  Having it so close to her made Salina want to sink into the ground to escape.

She heard a faint creak of leather and his hands were on her breasts, making her jump and gasp, almost losing her balance.  The hands, covered by fine leather gloves, dropped down Salina's thin yellow dress to her broad, womanly hips.  His grip tightened, fingers digging into her sides, and pulled her forward til her pelvis was pressed tight against his.  She could feel the hard bulge in the front of his pants pressing against her, and was disgusted.  More importantly, she couldn't breath like this, and her hands shot up to grab the lapels of his neatly pressed coat, squirming against his erection as she tried to pull herself up and get some relief on her throat.  "Stop," she managed to croak out, her head swimming dizzily, and he actually did release her.  Salina found her balance and stood up on her bare toes, giving her neck a rest as she gulped down air.

The Bad Man slipped behind her and Salina tried to look over her shoulder at him, very concerned about him having access to her backside.  A warm leather hand grabbed the back of her neck tightly beneath the curtain of shoulder-length hair and held her in place.  She could feel his hot breath on the back of her ear and heard him sniffing her hair lightly.  Salina was repulsed by the thought of him getting off to the smell of her sweat.  Fortunately he pulled back after just a moment.  Unfortunately, he then reached down to lift up the hem of her dress.  Salina whimpered and her hands darted to the fingers at the nape of her neck, prying at them ineffectively.  He ignored her protests and Salina could feel those eerie brown eyes taking in her bare legs and panties.  "That's nice," he said finally.  "That's real nice."

Salina was crying again, her legs pressed together tightly.  The unyielding hand on the back of her neck was at least lifting her up some, taking pressure off of the collar so she could breath a little more freely.  "Please," she finally sobbed.  "Let me go.  I don't want to be here any more!  You're a bad man!"

He dropped her skirt and abruptly spun her around so that Salina could see that grinning skull laughing at her with a hint of insanity.  "I'm not a bad man!" the thing said.  "I'm Shadman!"  He leaned down to run a slimy black tongue up her cheek, catching a few tears and making her scream and jerk back, disgusted.  His tongue was unusually hot and it left a trail of saliva on her skin, which she quickly wiped away.  The Shadman seemed to think that was pretty funny, and turned away from her, laughing and shaking his head, the top of which was covered by a smart black hat with an eagle on the front.  As Salina choked at the end of her chain, trying to catch her balance, she couldn't help but stare at that bald white skull underneath.