The man watched the television screen in absolute horror.

On the screen was a young girl, only 18 years old. She had long dark hair, and a pretty, petite figure. She had been stripped to her underwear, white lace bra and panties. Her hands were tied to the ceiling above her head and she danced as the whip struck her helpless body with a vicious crack. A thin line of blood appeared across the young girl’s back and she screamed into the bright red ball gag. Tears burst from her eyes.

A man entered the frame holding a bullwhip. He was bare-chested, wearing only a tight-fitting leopard-skin loincloth.

"I trust I’ve made my point, Mr. Bates. Unless you want to see more tapes like this one, you’ll follow the instructions in the attached note. Pay the ransom and you’ll get your daughter back. Call the police and I’ll skin this little bitch and hang her head on my wall."

The camera pulled back, showing the rest of the large room in which the girl hung. All around the wall were animal heads - Hunter’s trophies. And some of the heads were human.

**********

Millicent Rogers sat and watched the supposedly abandoned building. She had been watching it for hours in the dark. There was a full moon, but it was hidden behind the clouds, and so she relied on her superior night-vision.

Millie was 6 feet tall, athletic, with silver blonde hair and green eyes. This would have been a devastating combination on any woman, but Silver Shadow could have easily been a porno star, were she not a super-hero.

Her costume was a one-piece silver catsuit that covered her head to toe. It fit snugly to every curve, stretching to accommodate her wide hips, hugging her flat stomach, and pulling taught across her luscious round breasts. She wore thigh-high black leather boots and long black leather gloves. A small utility belt rested on an angle on her hips with a buckle in the shape of the letters "SS" for Silver Shadow. A hood completely covered her head except for her eyes. The eyeholes of the mask were trimmed in black. A small opening in the very top of the spandex hood allowed her long silver-blond hair to spill outward like a fountain of molten metal.

The building she was watching showed no signs of life, and she had been watching for over an hour, but she knew it was the right place. Somewhere inside was The Hunter. The vile villain had kidnapped the daughter of a billionaire and was demanding a ransom for her safe return. She had faced the Hunter before and always emerged victorious. Today, she was certain, would be no different. Some people just never learned.

After careful consideration, she decided to go in through a window on the top floor. She began running, leaping from rooftop to rooftop. She used her powers to deepen the shadows around her, so she was certain she would not be seen.

When she reached the roof of The Hunter’s building, she reached for her belt and attached a grapple to a pipe protruding from the roof. She silently lowered herself down to a window on the third floor and went to work with her glasscutter. It took only seconds and she was inside.

She found herself in an abandoned office. There was a desk and some chairs, all covered in dust. She walked slowly and silently through the room to the door and peeked out into the hall. Opening the door disturbed a cloud of dust, and she had to spend several seconds fighting back a sneeze.

The hallway was empty, and she slowly crept down toward a room at the end of the hall. She could see light coming from under a door there. She had been right. Someone was here and she was willing to be it was the Hunter.

She stopped to listen at the door, but heard nothing from inside. She began to push the door open slowly and peeked inside. The room was brightly lit, but empty. She opened the door wide. A lamp sat on the floor in the corner lighting the whole room, but there was nothing else here. She strolled cautiously into the room.

Why would there be a lamp in an empty room? She scanned the room carefully and noticed some strange depressions on the floor. The marks formed a large rectangular area and she was standing in the middle of it. A trap!

She dove to the ground and rolled to the side just as the cage descended. Her foot brushed the bottom of the cage, but she was able to roll free before it caught her. She glanced back and saw the iron bars that would have held her trapped for the Hunter to collect at his leisure. He was going to have to be better than that to catch the Silver Shadow.

There were two other doors leading from the room and she chose one. She entered another large empty room, this time with a light hanging from a chain in the ceiling. She examined the room carefully before entering this time, checking the walls, ceiling, and floor but she could find neither detectable traps nor any exits.

She turned to leave and the door through which she had entered slammed shut. She spun back around to see three sliding panels open in the walls and from each panel came a woman. Silver Shadow took in each woman in turn, assessing them in an instant with years of battle training and skill.

The first was Hawk. She was a thin wiry woman with short black hair and a sharp-featured but still quite beautiful face. Hawk had the power to fly, so she floated in the air, her feet never touching the ground. Hawk was wearing a jet-black one-piece leotard made mostly of dental floss with small triangular patches over her breasts and crotch. She wore no shoes, but on each hand she wore gloves with long razor-sharp metal claws on them.

The next woman was Hound. She was a thick-bodied woman - about 5’ 4" and voluptuous, with wide hips, huge breasts and all curves. She had long auburn hair and wore the same leotard as Hawk, only hers was brown, and she wore brown suede ankle-boots and fingerless gloves. Hound’s curves were deceptive, Silver Shadow knew. Under that soft luscious exterior, there was a whole lot of muscle.

The last of the three was Cheetah. She wore the same leotard outfit, but hers was in a cheetah-skin pattern. She wore calf-high granny boots and clawed gloves, but her claws were shorter than Hawk’s. Cheetah’s hair was dirty blond and shoulder-length. Her power was super speed, Millie knew.

Each of the women wore a metal animal collar with their name engraved on it. Collectively, these three were known as the Pack. They were Hunter’s henchmen, or perhaps his pets. Silver Shadow immediately dropped into a combat stance, ready to take on the three henchmen… or henchwomen as the case may be. The three women did likewise.

"What have we here, girls?" Cheetah said.

"Looks like prey to me." Said Hound.

"Looks delicious." Sneered Hawk.

And even before Hawk was finished speaking, Cheetah lunged forward, claws slashing at Silver Shadow’s mid-section.

Silver Shadow had not been fooled, and dodged the swishing claws, but just barely. Cheetah was incredibly fast. Millie’s right foot shot outward and hit Cheetah squarely in the chest. The woman stumbled backward and fell on her ass.

Hound and Hawk both attacked next. Hound hunched down low and went for Silver Shadow’s left leg while her right was still in the air. Hawk flew straight at her and slashed her claws at Silver Shadow’s head.

Millie had no choice but to drop under those claws. She crouched down as Hound crashed into her, she rolled the voluptuous woman over on her left leg and Hound went sailing into the wall behind the heroine.

Millie instantly reversed her roll and went forward toward Cheetah who was just getting to her feet. She jabbed with her right hand, then left, but Cheetah was not going to be caught off-guard again. The woman dodged and dodged again. She then slashed her claws at Silver’s face. Silver lurched her head back and moved to the side just in time to see Hawk coming back for another slash.

Silver dove straight down into Cheetah’s legs. Cheetah was fast, but that wouldn’t help her in close quarters. Cheetah went down and Hawk once again flew over Silver Shadow’s head without touching her.

Silver jumped onto Cheetah’s chest and straddled the startled villainess. Silver began pummeling the woman with her fists. Cheetah held her arms in front of her face but could scarcely defend herself.

Then Millie was suddenly hit from behind. It was Hound. The woman had gotten up and tackled her. Now her strong arms were locked tight around Silver’s arms and chest. Millie struggled to get to her feet and was able to stand, but Hound stood with her, and Hound’s strength was too much for Millie to escape. She stood struggling as Hawk came around for another swipe with her claws.

Silver Shadow’s eyes widened and she turned her head as the claws glinted in the harsh light. Then, at the last moment, she thrust herself forward and down, flipping Hound over her back. Hound crashed right into Hawk and the two women went down in a heap.

Silver Shadow turned, looking for Cheetah, and saw the woman an instant too late. Claws slashed across her stomach and tore the silver fabric of her costume. Three thin blood trails streaked across the exposed skin of her taught belly. She had moved just in time, so the cuts were not deep, but the burning sting of the wounds told her there was poison in them.

Silver had to hurry now. She lunged at Cheetah again, but this time, Cheetah was ready for it and dodged aside… exactly as Silver planned. She continued moving forward feigning that she was off balance. She dropped her hands to the ground and threw her feet out backward. Both her feet slammed into Cheetah and the woman flew backward into the wall, crumpling to the ground.

Silver quickly reached into her utility belt for some antidote spray and sprayed her wounds with an aerosol. The burning faded, but she knew the poison had affected her. She felt tired and sluggish. But she had no choice. Julie Bates was depending on her and she would not let the girl suffer at the hands of that madman.

She drew some thin cords from her utility belt and quickly bound the three henchwomen, then forced the door open with a mighty kick. It was an old door and not much of a challenge.

She went back into the room with the cage and followed the only other door she had not yet taken. This time she struck paydirt. Julie Bates was bound suspended on the far wall. The girl was held spread-eagle at least a foot off the floor with thick leather straps all over her body. She had a big red ball-gag in her mouth and she was now wearing a black leather bra and panties and black leather granny boots. The girl was moaning and squirming in pain. Her eyes widened and fixed immediately on Silver when she walked into the room.

Silver knew the girl had been wearing white lace in the video. The sick bastard had dressed her up this way! She silently vowed to herself to make Hunter pay, and make sure he never did this to anyone again.

"Don’t worry, Miss Bates. I’m going to get you out of here," said Silver.

The girl started writhing and twisting frantically, her eyes wide with fear as Silver started to walk toward her. Poor girl is scared out of her wits, Silver thought. But as she got closer, she became suspicious. Perhaps the girl was trying to warn her of a trap?

On instinct, she spun around and there behind her was The Hunter. He had been sneaking up on her. She dropped into a combat stance instantly.

"Bravo, my dear." Said the Hunter. "As always, you are a truly worthy opponent. What a trophy you will make."

Silver stood for only a second before she realized he was stalling her. She rolled backward just as the trap sprung, but it made no difference. The net dropped from the ceiling, and her roll only tangled it more tightly around herself. She was caught, half rolled into a ball. She instinctively struggled and then hissed as the sharp barbs at the edge of the net dug into her skin, making escape impossible.

"Curse you, Hunter, let me out of here right now and maybe you’ll get out of prison in 20 years! Otherwise, it’ll be life and you know it."

The Hunter strolled up close, standing directly over his helpless foe and grinned down at her.

"Yes, an excellent trophy indeed."

He held up a hypodermic syringe and pointed it straight up in the air. He squeezed the plunger, letting a little of the clear fluid squirt out, then bent over and plunged it into Silver Shadows well-rounded ass. In a few seconds, everything went black.

**********

Silver awoke disoriented and aching. She was in some kind of modern-day dungeon - stone walls, dim lighting, torture instruments abound. Her gloves were gone and thin leather cords dug painfully into her wrists, which were tied together and attached to a hook in the ceiling.

Around each ankle were similar cords, which were attached to the floor, holding her legs spread wide. She stretched as hard as she could and pointed her toes downward, but she was still a few inches away from the ground, and so all her weight hung on the thin cords around her wrists. She tried to remain still.

The first thing she felt was anger. That sick bastard was going to pay for this. At least he had left her costume on. And her boots so her ankles were protected from the cords, but the cords on her wrists were agonizingly painful. The slightest movement made the cords dig in and felt like razorblades shooting down her arms. She glanced down at her stomach. The wounds there had been cleaned and didn’t look serious. They were just scratches, really, but she would have to replace the catsuit. She could feel her mask still on her face, so at least her secret identity wasn’t compromised - yet.

Looking down, she could also see that her utility belt was gone. She silently cursed to herself.

She examined the knots on the cords carefully. She refused to just hang here and give up. So she began to twist and strain all her muscles, trying to get a grip on the cords above her so she could pull herself up. It took several tries and she winced in pain as her movements started her swinging and jerking in her bonds, but she finally caught hold of the cords with one hand. She tried to pull herself up and immediately, her hand slipped off the cord. An oily feeling on her hand told her the cords were greased. Damn, she thought! The sick, twisted psycho thought of everything.

She hung still for a few moments and tried to think of how to escape. Even though she knew it was futile, she had to try brute strength. She took several deep breaths and began to slowly tense her muscles. She used every muscle in her body and began to pull against the cords. The cords bit into her wrists hard and she wanted to scream from the pain, but she bit her lip, closed her eyes and kept pulling. Finally, she gave up.

She waited and thought some more. Looking up, she could see that the cords had dug in so tightly, they had scraped some of the skin off her wrists and there was blood on the sleeve of her costume.

It was then that the door opened and the Hunter strolled casually into the room. Her eyes ran over him and she couldn’t help but notice his sculpted body, completely naked except for the leopard-skin loincloth.

"So, we finally meet as it should be. Hunter to prey." He said.

Silver glared at him. "Gloating is so juvenile."

"Perhaps, but it’s so much fun." He smirked at her and began to walk a slow circle around her. His eyes wandered freely all over her body.

She tried not to notice, but a slight flush filled her cheeks. She was thankful her mask hid her face. "So what are you going to do with me? Ransom me off to the city?"

He did not answer her immediately. As he walked around behind her, Silver felt the first twinge of nervousness. She took the opportunity to swallow while he was behind her and could not see it.

"Ransom? Of course not, foolish girl. You know me better than that."

Silver was about to respond, when the Hunters hand suddenly slapped her ass hard. She instinctively opened her mouth and let out a yelp, more of surprise than pain. And in that instant, he brought his other hand around and shoved a ball gag into her mouth. He pushed it right in, forcing the spandex of her costume’s hood into her mouth with it. The spandex was very stretchable, and it offered little resistance to the gag. She thrashed her head around, but the whole maneuver was expertly done and she had never had a chance. As he buckled the gag tight around her head, she inwardly cursed her stupidity. She would have to do better than that if she was going to get out of this mess in one piece.

He walked back around in front of her. She glared at him defiantly, but refused to attempt to speak with the ball gag in her mouth.

The Hunter came close and ran his hands over the exposed flesh of her belly where Cheetah had slashed her costume. His hands continued to roam, touching her breasts, sliding around her back and kneading her ass cheeks as he spoke. Silver uttered a muffled protest, but he ignored her.

"No, this whole kidnapping was just a trap to get you here. You’ve had ties to Bates in the past, so I figured his precious little girl was a bait you wouldn’t be able to resist."

He slid his hands back around in front of her and began to knead her breasts softly, occasionally pinching at her nipples.

Silver began to struggle, pulling her chest backward away from his hands but he simply followed her with no difficulty. She leveled her most furious gaze at him, her eyes practically glowing with green fire, and tried to speak through the gag.

"Wah oo oo ink oor ooig?" Was all that came out.

The Hunter snickered. "Just relax and enjoy it. I’ve decided to let you taste a little reward before I punish you. For contrast, you understand. And it’s always best to train a pet with bot positive and negative reinforcement."

Silver struggled and squirmed to get away from his hands. She knew her struggles were only exciting him further, but she couldn’t help herself. Already his skilled hands were doing their work and her nipples were getting hard, poking out against the soft silver spandex of the catsuit. She has a sudden unwanted thought and glanced down at the Hunter’s crotch. She immediately wished she hadn’t. The loin cloth could not hide his erection.

The Hunter continued this for what seemed like hours never seeming to get tired of playing with her big round firm breasts. His touch was mostly gentle, but every so often, he would grab one or both of her nipples and yank them away from her body, or twist them hard. Silver tried to control herself, but her body betrayed her and her nipples responded to every touch with sheer ecstasy. Almost every time he hurt her, it came as a total surprise and she jerked and screamed in her bonds, but even the painful twists were starting to feel good. By the time he finally stopped, she was panting for breath.

He stepped back for a moment, admiring his handiwork. Her nipples were now rock hard, like two pencil erasers jutting outward sharply into the soft spandex catsuit. Silver’s chest heaved as she fought to catch her breath. She was certain her face was flushed bright red, and thanked God once again that she had the foresight to wear a mask that covered her whole head.

He touched her cheek with a thumb and rested his hand against the side of her head. He began stroking her head, running his hand back through her hair.

"That’s a good girl." He said.

With a shock, Silver realized he was petting her like an animal. A sudden surge of fury welled up in her and she threw herself forward, screaming obscenities at him. The gag muffled all her words, though, and she ended up feeling more foolish.

He walked around behind her then and his left hand once again started playing with her breasts and nipples. He pressed himself close to her and she was certain she could feel his hard cock pressed against her ass. His other hand played with her right nipple for a few seconds, then slid slowly downward between her legs.

She twisted and squirmed to escape once again, but it was hopeless. Her eyes were wide with fear now. She couldn’t believe how her body was responding.

The Hunter’s hand slowly moved one finger up and down across her crotch. He snickered behind her and she cursed into the gag once more. He slowly slid his hand up to her belly and wiped his finger across her exposed skin so she could feel the moisture. She was dripping wet.

His hand went back down and began to play with her, rubbing gently up and down in long stokes. After a while, he switched hands so his right hand played with her right nipple and his left moved down to her pussy. His left hand made excruciatingly slow circles around her pussy and a sudden shiver ran through Silver’s whole body. She squeezed her eyes closed and held her breath, trying with all her will to fight down the coming orgasm. At the very least, she swore she would not let him know when and if she came. She would not react. But she knew she was fooling herself. Millie had always been a screamer. She had never been able to control herself during orgasm.

She shook her head from side to side, thrashing her fountain of silver-blonde hair into the Hunter’s face, but he just ducked his head close to her back and continued to tease her.

She let out an ear-splitting scream of release, fear, tension, anger, and humiliation all rolled into one. Every muscle in her body tensed, and for a second, it was as if she were made of solid steel. Her breathing stopped completely then she gasped for air, and the gasp was almost as loud as the scream. Her head dropped forward, resting on her chest. And they both knew she had cum.

From behind, he began to pet her once again.

"Good girl. Very good girl". You’re going to make such a splendid addition to the Pack."

He turned and left the room and Silver hung limply. She clenched her eyes closed and tears spilled down onto the cowl beneath her eyes. The knew the Hunter would see the wetness there are know she had cried, but she could not control it. She began to cry and fight against the bonds with renewed vigor, but it was no good. She was helpless.

Her one consolation was that it was over for the moment. She tried to remain still and rest to regain her strength for what was to come.

**********

Silver moaned when the door opened again after only a minute or two. She glanced up and saw the Pack enter the room, one after the other.

Cheetah was first, "Thought you were gonna get off that easy, huh?"

"I don’t THINK so, sister." Hound said.

"I think it’s time for a little payback," said Hawk.

The three women walked into the room in their Lycra bodysuits and began to circle her slowly, just as the Hunter had done.

"What do you think, girls? Pleasure or pain?" Cheetah said.

"She’s already nice and hot." Said Hound.

"Yeah, let’s make her cum until she passes out." Said Hawk.

The three girls looked at each other and broke into giggles.

Silver glared at all three of them with fury and began cursing again.

"My, such language. I thought you super-heroes weren’t supposed to use words like that." Cheetah said.

Hound walked right up in front of Silver and looked her in the eye. "Hey, check it out girls. She’s been crying."

The other two looked and saw the wet spots on Silver’s mask. All three broke out laughing. Hawk practically doubled over with mirth.

Silver turned her face away and her cheeks burned with humiliation. She swore to herself that she would get revenge on these bitches.

Hound was the first to recover. "Okay, enough of that, let’s get to work."

Hound knelt down between Silver’s legs and looked up at the helpless woman.

Silver couldn’t help but notice they way Hound’s dark brown eyes smoldered with sexual mischief. Hound leaned forward and began licking Silver’s crotch through the catsuit.

Cheetah strolled around behind Silver and began fingering her ass. She pushed her finger into Silver’s crack, forcing the catsuit to draw tighter round her waist. Cheetah pushed harder and forced the soft fabric into a wedgie so she could get her finger directly on Silver’s ass hole. She pressed her finger and wiggled it.

Hawk stood in front of Silver with one leg on either side of the kneeling Hound. She went to work on Silver’s breasts, twisting and pinching with both hands, then diving in with her tongue, licking and sucking the helpless heroine’s nipples.

Silver was still wound up from the Hunter and these three girls knew how to please a woman’s body better than he did. Besides that, there were three of them.

Tears of rage practically streamed from Silvers eyes as the sensory overload drove her over the brink in only a few minutes. Her orgasm was even more powerful this time, and even after it was over, her whole body shook from the aftermath. By now, what few parts of her were not covered in her tormentor’s saliva or her own tears were damp with sweat. The few patches of exposed skin that could be seen were glowing with a thin sheen of moisture.

She hung limp, hoping they would be satisfied, but they weren’t. The girls all switched positions and began again. Hound was fingering her ass now, Hawk eating her pussy, and Cheetah played with her nipples.

After that, Silver went into a sort of pleasure daze. Orgasm after orgasm washed over her and with each one, she grew more and more tired. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it would burst. Her head swam with images of these horrible women writhing and twisting in unbearable pleasure. Her face was burning up inside her hood, but she hardly noticed it because it felt like her whole body was on fire.

Her wrists bled, but she did not notice. She squirmed and writhed constantly, her chest pounded, and she gasped every breath. Her throat burned with the dry air being forced through it.

And through it all, the Hunter sat in his lounge, eating dinner, watching it all on the video monitors and making sure every second of it was caught on tape.

**********

Silver jerked awake at the horrible stench that filled her nostrils.

She didn’t remember much after her fourth or fifth orgasm, but she must’ve passed out. She found herself in a new position and someone was holding smelling salts under her nose.

Her skin felt raw, and her muscles ached. She could not have been unconscious for more than a few minutes. But even the small luxury of rest was denied her.

She was lying on her stomach on a thin metal bench-like contraption. Silver’s whole body was angled downward, leaving her ass high in the air. Her legs were drawn forward and down, and her hands were drawn downward as well and locked into padded leather cuffs that were chained to the bench. Dozens of leather straps crisscrossed her back, arms, and legs, holding her tightly in place. The bench itself was short and provided as little support as possible to hold here in her vulnerable position. It was thin, as well, and her breasts hung on either side of it. Her head had no support at all, and her ass stuck upward into the air making it an irresistible target.

She shook her head and twisted away from the powerful smell of the salts as they wrenched her from blissful unconsciousness. The Hunter’s cruelty knew no bounds, apparently. Even sleep would be denied her.

"She’s awake, Hunter," Hound’s husky voice said.

Silver looked up to see Hound and Hunter standing in front of her. She was about to speak, but felt the ball-gag still in place and stopped herself. She steeled herself to whatever was to come, vowing that this time she would fight harder. This time, she would not give in.

Hunter squatted so he was face to face with her. "Now you have seen what rewards a good little girl gets. Time to show you what happens if you are disobedient."

Silver glared at him and jerked forward, hoping to at least startle him. But Hunter knew she was helpless, and didn’t even flinch.

"Hound was just like you when I captured her. Fought hard to resist me. But now she’s my best pet. Aren’t you, Hound?"

Hound’s reply was filled with pride, "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

A chill ran down Silver’s spine. She was tough, yes, but everyone had limits. Could he really make her one of his henchmen? Was it possible to train a human like an animal?

"Go to it, Pack," ordered Hunter.

Hound and Cheetah walked around behind Silver. Silver turned her head as far as she could to see and watched as Cheetah and Hound each picked up what looked like a Ping-Pong paddle. Except these paddles were covered in shiny black leather.

Silver closed her eyes as the two women took aim at her invitingly raised ass. She clenched her teeth and promised herself she would not scream.

Hound struck first, whacking her right ass-cheek hard with the paddle. Hound’s hit must have barely scratched the surface of the woman’s superhuman strength, but Silver could not believe the pain. She could not hold back a tiny squeak of agony, and they had hardly even started.

Cheetah was next, and her amazing speed allowed her to take two quick whacks at Silver’s left buttock. The first was not so bad, but then the second came right on top of the first and Silver gasped again.

The women now went to work with a vengeance, whacking away at their leisure. Between Hound’s strength and Cheetah’s speed, the pain was fairly even on each buttock, and Silver’s fiery green eyes were soon filled to overflowing with tears. She kept her teeth clenched tight and fought hard to stay silent.

She struggled to move around, so they would not keep hitting the same spots, and her bonds allowed her some small movement, but it was little help. Soon, her whole ass was on fire with the pain.

She was squirming constantly to avoid the blows, but she could not get away. Through a blur of tears, she could see Hunter walking slowly around her body. The loincloth did nothing to hide his erection.

In a few minutes, her throat was raw from screaming. She could not stop, though, and the screams came out hoarse and croaking.

It seemed like hours before it stopped. Silver was panting for breath.

Hunter came and began stroking her head again, petting her. Her anger welled up, but she could do nothing to stop him and decided not to let him see her frustration. Silver vowed once again that she would make him pay. All four of them would pay for doing this to her.

Nothing happened for a few seconds, and Silver took the opportunity to recover. She panted for air, trying to calm her breathing.

Hunter was suddenly in front of her. She lifted her head up and found herself staring directly into his crotch. His erection was huge beneath the loincloth.

He held something in front of her. She looked and saw a gleaming metal collar like the ones the members of the Pack wore. Engraved on the front was the word "Panther."

The collar opened on a single hinge and Hunter snapped it around her neck. It was a tight fit.

"What do you think of your new name, my pet?" Hunter said.

Silver shook her head wildly and looked up at him. Her eyes smoldered with fury.

He grinned down at her, "Oh, you’re a wild one. But I’ve tamed stronger beasts than you."

With that, he walked out of her view and went behind her. She felt something on her ass and suddenly there was a sound of ripping cloth. She turned and saw Hawk and Cheetah swiping their claws at her exposed buttocks.

They did not cut her deep, but her ass was already sore and burning from the paddling. Hawk and Cheetah scratched her ass a few more times, shredding her costume and causing her to scream in pain.

The rear of her costume in tatters, Silver shivered a little from the cold, but mostly from fear of what was coming next. She could only watch helplessly as Hound knelt in front of Hunter and untied her master’s loincloth and took it away. Naked, Hunter’s erection was even bigger than it had seemed, and as he moved forward to enter her, Silver began struggling like the wild animal he had compared her to.

She screamed into her gag, and fought to get loose. The bench shook a little beneath her terrible onslaught, but there were too many straps, and they were too tight.

Silver tensed as his cock touched her pussy, and slowly slid into her. To her surprise, she was dripping wet. She wanted to believe that she was still wet from the orgasms she had had earlier, but she knew deep down that wasn’t true. It had been the spanking that had gotten her excited.

Hunter began to fuck her hard, with none of the tenderness or gentle touching he or the Pack had used on her earlier. This time he was ramming with all the force of his considerable muscle. Cheetah and Hawk used their claws to scratch at Silver’s breasts and rip her costume to tatters there, as well, exposing her breasts to the cold dungeon air.

Hunter bent forward, taking her doggie-style, and his hands came down and began pinching and twisting her nipples.

Silver was screaming in rage, humiliation, and pain. The fucking seemed to go on forever. Did the man’s stamina have no limits?

She realized he was claiming her as his own – making her a member of his pack, dominating her by fucking her hard and fast and making her like it. Because, she realized she did like it. Her body was responding even more now then it had before. She came and screamed into her gag.

She came again only a minute later, and again, and again.

Silver caught herself actually growling like an animal in the throes of this brutal rape. And when the Hunter – her master – came inside her, she came with him, then passed out once again.

**********

When Silver awoke next, she found herself stuffed into a tiny cage. With horror and a surge of anger, she recognized it as a pet-carrier. Her legs were folded underneath her and her back pressed against the roof of the cage if she moved. Out the front of the cave, she could see the dungeon through the wire mesh.

She took a moment to get her bearings, then examined the front of the cage, seeking a weakness in her captivity. The front of the cage was locked with a large metal padlock. She struggled to get up on all fours and finally succeeded. From this new position, she could reach a couple of fingers out of the cage and touch the lock. It was a key lock.

Silver felt a flood of hope and starting glancing around her cage. If she could find something to pick the lock with, she was sure she could escape.

She felt for her utility belt, but it was not there. In fact, she realized for the first time that she was no longer wearing her uniform. Before placing her in the cage, the Hunter and his Pack had dressed her in a black uniform similar to those of the other pack members. It consisted of the standard Pack bikini, except hers was black and silver. She wore soft boots, with no heels and an armband.

She touched her face and gasped with relief and she felt her hood was still there. They had not unmasked her. Not yet, at least. The sick bastard was probably waiting until she was awake, just to torture her with the unmasking.

With a sudden burst of inspiration, Silver reached up to her hair. The very top of her hood had an opening to allow her hair to spill out. In order to get her hair through the hole, she had to put a tiny band around the base of it and there was a small piece of metal on the end. It took her several minutes to get the rubber band off, and another moment to peel away the rubber from the tiny shard of metal.

In her awkward position, it seemed to take forever to pick the lock, and she was terrified that the dungeon door would open and the Hunter or one of his Pack would catch her. But they didn’t, and ten minutes later, Silver Shadow was free of the cage.

She stood up and stretched, letting her long-restricted muscles have the freedom they desperately desired. She ached all over, but there was no time for that now.

She stepped toward the door and heard footsteps almost immediately. She moved swiftly up to the door.

When the door opened, Hunter was caught completely by surprise. Silver slammed him backward with a crescent kick to his jaw. There was a loud popping sound and Hunter fell backward into the midst of the Pack who had been walking up close behind him.

Silver quickly seized the advantage given her by surprise and made short work of the rest of the Pack. Hound was caught under Hunter and afraid to use her great strength to free herself for fear of hurting her master. Silver kicked the woman in the face and watched the light go out in her eyes.

Hawk was pinned under the press of bodies and Silver didn’t even bother with her. Cheetah had reacted with her usual superhuman speed and dove over the press at Silver. Silver was prepared for her, though. She placed a foot in Cheetah’s belly, grabbed the woman by the shoulders and fell backward, throwing Cheetah into the far wall of the dungeon. There was a loud crashing noise as Cheetah fell onto a table full of torture implements.

Silver rose quickly to her feet and went to check on Hawk. She was still pinned under Hunter and Hound, so she gave her a swift kick to the head, knocking her out.

Silver Shadow stood triumphant over the villains, allowing herself a moment of self-congratulations. Then she went back into the dungeon and found restraints with which to bind her prisoners while she went to look for their young hostage.

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It was almost 24 hours later when Silver’s anonymous tip lead the police to find the members of the Pack bound and helpless in their own dungeon. When the police did finally arrive, the Hunter was nowhere to be found.

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Millicent sat at her kitchen table sipping cappuccino and watching the morning news about the capture of the three notorious members of the Pack and the safe return of Julie Bates to her billionaire father. She smiled to herself with satisfaction.

When she was done, she rose from the table and strolled casually across the house and down the stairs to the basement. The basement door was locked with an electronic keypad and she punched in the code and entered the large spacious room.

The room was filled with leather and lace. Torture equipment of all kinds lined the walls and was stored neatly on shelves. Furniture designed to terrify and control lay scattered about. A door with yet another keypad lay at the far side of the room. Behind that door was her Silver Shadow Costume and all her equipment. But it was not to that room she was headed.

Millicent strolled across the room to the bound figure lying on his back. The man was in a hog-tie position with his hands and feet under him. A metal frame supported only his wrists, ankles, and waist. It was extremely uncomfortable for him and he squirmed around, unsuccessfully trying to relieve the pain. He was blindfolded and gagged and wore nothing but a leopard skin loincloth. She touched his head gently and he jerked away in surprise and fear.

Millicent grinned and then began the training of her new pet.

The End – for now