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Wonder Woman: Hell in Paradise (Part 2)

Part 8

Interlude

Interlude

 

‘Get yer rest while yer able, little girls,’ Mammoth said, smiling behind is shaggy brown beard.  ‘We got plans fer ya, and yer gonna need all yer strength!’

 

Starfire glared from behind the transparent barrier, knowing already that her starbolts could not penetrate it.  At least not quickly enough for her to prevent the scum on the other side from killing their Amazon hostages. Her armour had been returned to her, and the combination of the purple ray and the solar energy pumped into her had healed her wounds.

 

‘Come in here and tell me your plans, you G’lak RuHut,’ the golden skinned alien spat, reverting to her native Tamaranean in her anger.  She looked at the hulking 9 foot tall Mammoth with utter contempt. ‘I’ll show you how much strength I still have.’

 

‘Oh she is feisty,’ observed the man next to the Fearsome Five member.  He was of normal stature, wearing a red costume with a black mask that covered his head down to his nose. He held up his hands and small bolts of lighting crackled between his palms.  ‘I don’t know who I want to get my hands on first,’ he sneered.  ‘Although maybe Ms Troy over there could use some shock therapy to help her get over her trauma.’

 

‘Good one, Electrocutioner,’ Mammoth guffawed, sounding like a snorting buffalo.

 

Starfire instinctively moved to be between the two villains and where Donna sat in the corner, head down on her knees.  Unlike Starfire’s costume there had been little to salvage of hers, but they had taken the red scraps that had been tossed in along with Starfire’s clothing and used it to fashion a crude bikini.  Even with her high black boots it revealed far more than it hid, but it was something.

 

‘We’ll be back later girls,’ Electrocutioner promised.  ‘Consider yourselves lucky.  You meta-whores at least get to rest between sessions.  Those Amazon bitches though…’

 

At the mention of her Amazon sisters Donna’s head came up, her blue eyes full of fear. ‘What do you mean,’ she said, her voice hoarse.

 

In reply the two only laughed louder. They turned and left the cell block, leaving the two heroines with only the security cameras for company.

 

Starfire turned and came to sit next to Donna, putting her arm around her. ‘Oh Kori,’ the dark haired girl whispered, ‘what are they doing to them.  What are they doing to Diana.

 

Koriand’r made no reply, just stroked her companion hair. She noticed how Donna sat wither legs clenched tightly together and remembered how she had felt the first time she had been raped – gutted both physically and emotionally. She knew that Donna’s need to have clothes on was less to do with modesty than a sense of security, that she still had some control over her own body.

 

‘They will be alright, Donna, I promise you.  We all will be.’  Donna said nothing, just pushed her head between Kori’s neck and shoulder and buried her face in the alien’s tawny mane. Starfire let her hands go round the Amazon’s athletic frame and held her, feeling her trembling. We will be alright, she repeated silently, and these men will die choking on their own blood.

 

***

 

In front of her computer screen, Barbara worked feverishly, trying one way after another to hack the Amazons security systems. Any other time she might have actually enjoyed this challenge, but all she could think about was the sight and sounds of Dinah and Helena in the chamber of horrors. Naked, helpless, screaming…

 

For the hundredth time she forced the image from her mind.  Only part of her considerable resources were directed towards the Amazon security.  The rest was involved in finding out more about their captors own security measures. For any other person it would have been virtually impossible to make it look like they were hacking one system while actually probing another right under the users nose – but virtually was were Barbara Gordon was at her best.

 

And there was something else.  A feeling in the back of the red-heads razor sharp mind.  As Oracle Barbara had needed to analyse information in life and death situations constantly, and now every instinct was telling her that something here wasn’t quite right.

 

All she needed was time. She steeled herself and prayed no more suffering was needed to buy it for her.

 

***

 

Black Canary woke to find herself hanging by cuffs about her wrists.  She was in a stone chamber about 20 feet square, the roof where the chains for the cuffs were bolted about three feet above her yellow-tressed head.  Her toes barely touched the floor and were fixed there by more cuffs and chains that kept her legs spread a foot apart.

 

Between her athletic thighs, she could feel her womanhood throbbing with pain.

 

Dinah groaned and was instantly aware of the ball gag in her mouth. Her tongue felt dry and swollen, and her jaw ached.  From the pain of her jaw and in her shoulders she surmised she had been hanging for an hour a least.  The blonde heroine wiggled her fingers to help restore circulation, and did the same with toes inside her black boots, the only part of her costume left to her. She was cold, and shivered a little. She could feel the nipples standing erect on her full breasts as they were lifted by her suspension.

 

Apart from herself there was no-one in the chamber.  There was no clue as to where the Huntress was or what might be happening to her.  Dinah’s last memory was the swelling explosion in her sex and then something slamming into her face.  She guessed what Helena must have done to end their ordeal, and took strength from the knowledge her friend had been alive and able to act. But it gave her no insight into where she was now.

 

Dinah fought down her urge to scream and struggle.  These monsters had violated her and Helena as women and as human beings.  The memory and the lingering pain, coupled with the lewd gratification of hanging her naked and vulnerable like this, made the crime-fighter seethe with anger.  But the most horrible thing of all was that for now, there was simply nothing she could do about any of it.

 

***

 

In their booth the two figures controlling the unfolding drama observed their captives and collaborated on their next course of action.

 

‘Barbara Gordon is making slow progress,’ said one.

 

‘Of course,’ replied the other. ‘But there is some kind of connection between her and Canary and Huntress, and I intend to be certain of what it is.’

 

‘Perhaps we should allow her to watch some more of those two enjoying our hospitality.’

 

The other chuckled.  ‘Perhaps later.  We have other needs for the Huntress presently. Are the other heroines still secure?’

 

The screen on the wall lit up with individual framed showing the other captured female heroes.  Starfire, Canary, Donna Troy, Huntress, even the blonde Powergirl – the screen gave a view that confirmed their incapacitation. 

 

‘Good. How is the next step proceeding?’

 

The wall viewer in front of the pair flickered and changed, showing a large rectangular room with dozens of high-tech medical beds.  Strapped down onto each one was a Themyscrian Amazon, their arms pulled up so their hands lay nest to their heads and their long legs spread in a set of low stirrups that forced those smooth limbs apart. The tall and beautiful women, an exotic mixture of races and colours, glared about them. Jump-suited workers used various instruments to remove the clothing from their magnificent bodies, while other used thick bands to gag them as they struggled and spat ancient curses.

 

‘I would have to say very well,’ the first speaker replied, and both laughed, preparing for the upcoming fun.

 

***

 

And in a cell, incapacitated by massive chains that even she could not sunder, Diana of Themyscria, the heroine known and Wonder Woman, kneeled under the weight of her bonds. Hands cuffed to the yoke about her neck, her black mane of hair fell in tumbled curls about her head and shoulders.  Diana’s body was battered by the torment she had endured, her nude form tantalizingly revealed through gaps in the huge chain links. Behind her long lashes her eyes were closed as she drifted through a montage of nightmares.

 

The greatest of which was the premonition that what she woke to would be even worse.

 

 

 

 


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