Ch 05 Do You Really Want the Details?

Chapter 5: Do You Really Want the Details?

To say that his head hurt would be to say that the ocean is wet. He had only felt such pain on two other occasions in his life. The first was when he was little and had tried to do a flip on a diving board. Needless to say, he’d nearly cracked his skull open. The second occasion was when he was in middle school and had been hit in the head by a baseball. Again it had hurt like hell, but had not knocked him out like the first instance had.

This pain he now felt, was much like the pain he had felt as a child. And from the gap in his memory, from the time in the Brig to just waking up now, indicated he’d been knocked out again.

Another big hint about his current state of health was the loud ringing that he could hear that he doubted anyone else could. Yep, he very well might have a concussion…wonderful.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, from his continued efforts to move the parts of his body, he could tell he was heavily restrained. Perhaps even more so than the Hong Meiling look alike he had seen before he got his lights knocked out.

Speaking of that, who the hell was it who had done that? He had heard no one sneaking up on them, and the only individual to teleport in on them had been that S-Goth, or so he thought.

‘Must have been a Pokegirl that specializes in stealth’ His reasoning for thinking this was because he had been born with stronger senses than the average human. His hearing was so acute that he often got headaches from audio overload, not to mention what dog whistles did to him. Migraines were a common occurrence because of this. It surely did not help any that he had a lot of things he was allergic to either, so the chances of him having some sort of headache on most days was fairly good.

‘I’d have heard any normal ’girl that was sneaking up on me. So that narrows it down to the Cheshire line, cat types in general, and the Kunoichi lines of Pokégirls.’ In his mind those were the only things that stood a chance of sneaking up on a Martial Artist, and it just so happens that he was at Shodan level (First Degree Black Belt), at the very least, in his 11 years of on and off training in various styles of martial arts.

So, it certainly had to be a stealth individual that did it, but then again there were also the various Dark types that had access to the Shadow Teleport technique, so it could have been one of many Pokégirls.

“Argh…it hurts way too much to think about this right now.” Was the conclusion he came too, as just thinking as much as he had had increased the pain he felt even more.

Taking the time to look about the area surrounding him, he came to the conclusion that he was likely in another part of the Brig.

The air still had that dank wet smell to it, something he had only encountered there so far. The amount of lighting was limited to what appeared to be an oil burning lantern that hung in the far corner of the room. What little he could see, with his vision as fuzzy as it was, and from just regaining consciousness, was the form of what looked to be a table. What was on that table was unknown to him, but he got the feeling that it wasn’t going to be good news.

He was apparently chained in such a manner that most of the stress was placed on his shoulders and arms, since they had to support the total weight of his 190 pound frame. He was in a semi-standing position, his shirt and shoes had been stripped from him for some reason. He was left standing there in his black wife beater and his black dress pants. The socks however were still on his feet.

He could only come to one real conclusion from all that he had seen so far, and it was most certainly not a good one.

“I’m a prisoner of that Sanctuary bitch and the Limbecs….just fucking brilliant.” Was the rather troubling conclusion he came too. He had managed to evade capture initially, but had walked into a trap, upon arriving in the Brig.

“I wonder if that half incompetent Psi-dyke was part of the trap. Or if she was just a pawn in the whole plan to capture me?” He was beginning to voice his thoughts out loud…great he was getting bored now.

“She very well could have used her TK on me at any time I had her hostage, heck she could have teleported too. I wonder why she didn’t. Was she perhaps that caught off guard by me turning the tables on her? “

Any further pondering on the events of earlier that day were brought to an end as the door to what could only be a torture chamber, began to open with an ominous creek.

The tall and pale Sanctuary Goth from earlier walked into the room, as she finished opening the door, she stopped to wait, seemingly expecting someone else to enter with her.

After a few tense seconds of waiting, another woman walked slowly into the room. This individual had creamy white skin and a very curvaceous body. Her long brown hair was streaked with darker highlights, which were black in color. She wore a tight fitting leather bodice and matching mini skirt, along with high heeled lace up boots. All of her clothing was a uniform black in color. In her hand she held a green organic looking whip, that had thorns that stuck out every so often from its surface. She was obviously of the Domina line of Pokegirls.

“Awake now are we male?” Was the cold and somehow smug sounding inquiry from the Pale S-Goth that had confronted him in the Brig.

The woman for all her stereotypical gothic appearance seemed to emanate this arrogance, which just did not sit well with him.

So it wasn’t a really big surprise that he countered her question in the manner he did to most people who pissed him off. With good old fashioned sarcasm.

“No Shit Elvira, what was your first guess?” was his snappy retort, which ended with a role of his eyes.

The S-Goth reacted as he had intended her too, as she colored in the face quite vibrantly, in either rage or embarrassment. Most likely both, though, since she was doing her level best to glare a hole through his forehead.

“Silence Male!” came the unexpected outburst from the Domina type, as she full on punched him in his open stomach, knocking the wind from him. Her face was a visible mask of fury. And she seemed about ready to strike him again, when the S-Goth intervened.

“Calm yourself Lucia; you will have plenty of time to get back at him for his impudence, in no time at all my pet.” Assured the pale Goth with a wicked smirk on her face. Her eyes once again showing how truly angry she was.

“Let us see how long you keep that attitude Author.” She said this last word as if it were a rather foul curse.

The young man who had by now recovered his breath, blinked in confusion at her statement. It was then that what she had called him registered in his mind. ’Author…well I guess I am technically….but why did she say that word as though it were a curse?’

“Author…um not really¸ I am more of a Reader than an Author.” Was his honestly confused reply. “Whatever made you think I was an Author?”

The eyes of the unnamed Sanctuary Goth seemed to smolder at his perceived mockery of her questioning.

“Lucia, you are free to torture the prisoner as you like…hold nothing back! Make sure that Mr. Skyblazer knows what it means to mock a member of the Sisterhood!” shrieked the apparent Sister of the Sanctuary, her face an easily interpreted mask of outrage. Her pretty, almost regal, features twisted into a sneer, her eyes narrowed in her anger, absolutely glaring in hatred at the now named Skyblazer.

“Umm how in the world did you know that-“ was the question he was about to finishing asking, before a hard right met him square in the jaw with enough force to shake him about in the chains that held his form.

“Make sure to show him Hell Lucia, and keep him conscious until I am back in a few hours. I have to make a report to the High Sisters.”

The Domina type, apparently named Lucia nodded with a savage grin on her face, and an absolutely malevolent gleam in her eye.

“It will be my pleasure my Mistress!” she replied with absolute enthusiasm in her voice, her devotion to her orders, made painfully clear to the now aching Corren Skyblazer.

Torture Chamber onboard The Bloody Dagger about 5 hours of Hell later.

To say that the young man that went by the online pen name of Corren Skyblazer was in total and complete agony…was a SEVERE understatement. The Killer Queen, as she had conversationally confessed was her breed, had done things that he could never in his wildest dreams have imagined a person could do to another living being, let alone to him.

Sure he had heard of the horror stories of the Spanish Inquisition and of other times throughout history in which torture had been a common practice, but to experience the sheer agony of such things as the rack, and the things a person could do to a person strapped into a stockade….he would shiver in revulsion if he could.

He had numerous bloody gashes that bled freely from his body, burn marks in places that normally didn’t see the light of day, and even more bruises and potentially broken bones than he had heard occur in some of those ER shows on TLC back home. He could not see properly from one eye, as the bitch had slashed across his left eye with his own knife!

To make matters worse the S-Goth had walked in about 2 hours into this little voyage into hell and had begun interrogating him.

He had not disclosed much in the way of information, no more except what would be general information that anyone could find in a history book, and some of the little he knew about Sanctuary. That had only seemed to increase the Sanctuary Goth’s ire more, that he was unwilling to share more of his accumulated knowledge that he had gained from reading various stories online.

It was in a moment of delirium from the pain that he confessed one bit of truth, which had earned him the loss of his vision in his eye.

“Y’know…somethin’…I think ya might have a bigger dick than mine… Grimmy?” was what he had managed to get out in between deep and ragged pain filled breaths. “Not only that….but….you have a fat ass! One bigger than a Grizzlar’s! Hahhahaha-“was all that he managed to get out before he was stricken with a blow so hard to his face, that it might have knocked a tooth loose.

However instead of moaning and groaning in response like he had done for most of the time, he instead spat some of the blood that had collected in his mouth at the Sanctuary Goth he had affectionately dubbed “Grimmy”.

The two had left now, and he was left there simply dangling limply from the wall. The worst of the injuries had been healed, namely the eye and his broken bones, everything else had been allowed to heal naturally.

That basically left him a dangling ball of pain, with chains attached to his wrists and ankles, and some sort of collar was keeping his neck strapped to the wall.

He could only clearly perceive things with one eye; it hurt far too much to even attempt to open the “healed” eye that the Goth had so lovingly slashed with HIS knife.

One thing was certain though, if he ever got out of this damnable room, he would at the very least get even with Grimmy and that sadistic bitch Lucia. ‘An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth’ or so the Code of Hammurabi says, and in the pain filled mind of the man only known by his pen name, Corren Skyblazer, he would see them get theirs, should he get the chance.

Oddly enough it would seem fate was smiling on this young man in his time of intense pain, for despite the torture that he had just undergone…soon in the near future three forces of nature were thinking of getting even with a certain band of pirates that had grievously wronged them also, and that time of judgment would come within the next 48 hours.


Pokedex Entries:


KILLER QUEEN, the “CALL ME QUEEN!” Pokégirl
Type: Plant/Poison
Frequency: Extremely Rare (Thankfully)
Diet: Human, heavy on meat
Role: S&M Queen, Military Leader
Libido: High
Strong Vs: Weak Willed, Psychic, Water, Rock
Weak Vs: Fighting, Magic
Attacks: All Whip Attacks, Ensnaring Kiss, Enslaving Kiss, Erotic Kiss, *Regal Aura, Vine Bondage, Probing Pods, Poison Mist, *Spine Grind, Call Me Queen
Enhancements: Enhanced Toughness (x5) Regeneration, Enhanced Kiss/Gaze attacks, Summon Personal Whip
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Dominatrix (normal)
Anyone that lets a Dominatrix evolve into a Killer Queen has either balls of steel or a peanut for a brain.