I have quite a few alternate versions of this commission from
and while I want to be able to show them, I don't want to fill my gallery or people's watch lists with minor alterations as this torment progresses, so I'm trying something different!
At each favourite target, I'll add the next part to this
image, sort of like a comic (bear in mind that there will be nudity later).15 favourites - Part 230 favourites - Part 345 favourites - Part 460 favourites - Part 5
More story will also be added at each stage!
Artemis is the new subject of the Sorceress' new tortures. She wakes up firmly strapped down, unable to make out anything beyond the glass that surrounds her and with no idea if others can see in. The machine she is trapped in will drip feed her barely enough air to survive, adding more as she begins to pass out and taking it away as she begins to recover. To begin with, she is resilient. Whatever sick, depraved freak has captured her, she'll be rescued soon, and she won't be broken.
She gasps for air as she feels the oxygen of the chamber begin to fade, and takes one last deep breath for air. Naive to the fact that this is the worst thing she could do, she manages to hold her breath for a full two minutes, her body squirming involuntarily, heart pounding. But as she lets go of her breath and gasps for air... there is little for her desperate lungs to take in.
Over the course of the next hour her clothes are stripped, and more bindings are added to keep her from thrashing. The humiliation and fear begins to overcome her as, still heaving for air, tears drip down her cheeks. Artemis hates the sound of her whimpers, her gasps of desperation and shuts her eyes, wanting to shut the world out, ever conscious of her burning lungs.
Hours pass and the torture becomes too much - Artemis can barely think through her drawn out gasps and pained attempts at taking breath. She feels on the edge of consciousness, the thrashing in her bindings becoming weaker as she loses control of her body. Her mind is wracked with fear and desperation. Every time she feels ready to mercifully pass out a flush of fresh air floods the capsule, only to bring her back from the brink and continue to endure being slowly choked.