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Part VII
Birds of Prey
Black Canary
As Dinah stood staring at Deathstroke, a door in the darkness surrounding them opened and another man entered - tall and lean and clad in what looked like a surgeons gown, complete with mask. In stark contrast to this professional image, above the green cloth covering his nose and mouth were perched a pair of flamboyant star shaped spectacles with mirrored lenses.
‘Perhaps you know the Crime Doctor,’ Deathstroke said. ‘I feel competent to handle this myself, but I’m enough of a professional to recognize the abilities of an expert.’
The newcomer smiled behind his mask and gave a little bow. ‘And of course, the very large sum of money Slade offered for this service was enough to entice me to even give Power Girl a short break while I tend to things here.’
Dinah snorted. ‘You expect me to believe Power Girl is suffering because of a little creep like you - from what, belly-laughs?’
‘You can believe whatever you like, Ms Lance,’ the man in glasses said. ‘It will make no difference to you immediate reality, I assure you. In fact, this will be a welcome break - torturing near invulnerable Kryptonians, while extremely rewarding, does require quite a bit of effort and mental preparation - by contrast, I expect your session to be something of a play session.’
‘You go play with yourself, creep!’ Dinah spat. ‘Since that is what I take you for doing in your spare time, don´t you?’
The doctor smiled again and turned to Slade. ‘I see you decked her out in fishnets. Nice touch.’
Slade shrugged. ‘What can I say, I have an eye for classic beauty.’ And with a look at Dina he added, ‘but no special concern for its preservation!’
The blonde crime fighter swallowed. ‘So, are you actually going to do something, or am I supposed to be bored to death? Because if thats your plan, let me tell you...it’s working like a charm!’
The doctor smiled again at Deathstoke. ‘The lady has a point.’
He turned to Dinah and motioned Slade to adjust some cables on either side of the pillory the Canary was bound to, moving to make them run under and over Dinah’s impressive chest flesh. ‘I wanted Slade to be part of this - the point is to provide maximum psychological damage to Green Arrow, and I feel he needs to see how he is responsible for what it going to happen.’
As he spoke Dinah notice Deathstoke coming over with a pair of metal bars, each about a foot and half long. Black Canary felt a pang at the mentioning of her lover...as bad as this is going to be, she could not begin to imagine how Ollie would feel when he found out that she was to being made to suffer was his actions.
She swallowed as Slade pushed the metal through the bands running across and under her tits, and then with more than human strength he began to twist slowly, the cables contorting around each other with the rods and instantly becoming tighter as they were pulled together by the torsion.
‘Interesting side note Ms Lance - did you know that the word torture actually comes from the Latin word meaning ‘to twist’? I expect you will be gaining a much better appreciation of the etymology quite soon.’
Even as he spoke, Dinah felt the bands squeezing down on her ample chest, pushing in on the soft curves and making them bulge unnaturally as the pressure mounted. She could hardly look down because of the yoke holding her upright, but the very tips of her breasts were barely visible for her...and she could watch them with growing anxiety transforming from natural breast-points to bloated surfaces of strained, purpled skin and flesh. Just breathing was now becoming painful as the flesh was pinched and stretched, digging in along her rib cage. But she kept her red lips tight closed.
Slade kept twisting, showing no visible effort as he made the lines push deeper into the resisting firmness, the heroine’s nipples starting to throb as they were pushed out and out. Dinah wondered how long he would continue this and if her breasts would eventually be torn off her chest by the pressure. And mostly she wondered, how much the pain could actually increase as it has been with every relentless twist of the ropes. It was already pretty bad, a continuous pulsing torment that was bubbling up towards anguish. Yet still she managed to keep any sound of pain inside her.
Finally when if felt like the pressure would start to force the lines to cut into her flesh, Slade stopped. Her breasts were tingling and what she could see of them was a light blushing purple. Her nipples ached on her chest and felt like they were twice their normal size.
The Crime Doctor turned away and came back with a riding crop, holding it up to where Black Canary assumed there was a camera on the wall. ‘We’re going to start playing with the Canary now, Green Arrow. Watch closely - after all, this is all your doing!’
Dinah lifted her own face towards the unseen lens, eyes flashing.’ Don’t you listen to them Ollie! No matter what these sick fucks do this is not you fault – do you hear me?!’ She was about to say more when the crop came down over one of her bulging tit globes.
SWACK!
Canary hissed in pain, feeling a flaring line of pure agony burning across both her breasts, where the crop hat sliced into them...but she kept her jaw clenched. She would NOT scream!
The doctor moved and then struck again, aiming for the fullness of the breast between the cords and the pointed nipple, the leather cracking loudly against skin tight as a drum. The pain reverberated through Dinah’s chest, squeezing past the cords pressure and then bursting into her like a ruptured pipeline. Her fingers flexed fruitlessly above the yoke while her face twisted in agony. Her breathing came in soft murmurs as her nervous system seemed to concentrate on the aching cones over her ribs.
SWACK! SWAP!!
Deathstoke was picking up a weapon of his own - a cat on nine tails whip. Dinah watched through slitted eyes sparkling with welling tears. ‘This may be unpleasant,’ the doctor said, ‘but rest assured...it’s only the slightest of starts.’ Swiftly he deployed another volley at Dinah’s tits, making the crop dance on her pain-throbbing breast-mounds. As she bowed her head and closed her eyes tight Slade reached out and grasped one of the nipples with his fingers. The brave crimefighter bit her lip as he pressed down on the trapped bud, crushing it hard.
Dinah felt the revulsion of this creep touching her on one of her most private areas wash away the worst of the pain for a second. ‘Sick creeps!’ she whispered and spat into Slade’s face. He ignored the spittle, moving around behind her. ‘She’s got a nice ass too, Arrow,’ he commented. ‘Let’s see how firm it is compared to those tits.’
He stuck the left cheek a terrific back hand blow, tearing the cords across the round smooth skin of one half of her backside so the whole clenched hard. Then superhuman accuracy, he aimed a powerful blow forehand blow at her same cheek, the stinging heat tearing through the meaty hemisphere as it landed on the same glowing welts, pain like a bullet and making Dinah jerk forward in anguish.
‘GGG,’ she grunted, the heat form the blow covering her whole lower body as the Crime Doctor aimed another strike at the underside of her tits. The brutal constriction made his attack seem every bit as powerful as Deathstroke’s so that she twisted in suffering. Clenching her teeth she endured the punishment on her body from the front and behind, taking the blows on her ass in stride with the caning of her tits...wondering how this could possibly be the START?!
In the infrequent gaps between the stokes the Canary had to suck in breath, each time making her gasp a little and lose air. Her lithe body crying out to suck in more but she knew if she obeyed she would not find the will to stop from screaming. Her ass now felt as if it were sitting over a fire and her breasts were pounding as if jackhammer were drilling into them. Sweat beaded above her blue eyes and she could not brush it away as it ran down over her face.
SWACK WHAP
‘MMMMM!’
CRACK THWAK
‘NNNNNRRRRRRRR!!!’
The Doctor stopped the caning and watched her sweat-covered face, twisting and flinching with each blow of the whip on her lush derrière. ‘You know, sometimes it takes a fine instrument to achieve the desired result,’ he said, putting the crop aside. The blonde barely seemed to notice him as she panted under the continuous ass-whipping. ‘And sometimes it takes a blunt instrument.’ he said, picking up another item and showing it to the suffering heroine with a vicious smirk.
Dinah looked at him through narrowed eyes that screwed tight as the cat slashed her but-cheeks again, fanning the flames in her flesh. The doctor pulled back his arm, took aim and let the ping-pong-paddle crack against her left breast.
‘GGG...AAAAAAAAHHHH….DAMN!’
The broad surface slammed into her whole tortured mammary, and it was no ordinary paddle, of course. Crafted of heavy teak-wood, for better impact the paddle itself was covered with pyramid-shaped iron studs than dug into the sensitive teat as the stroke crushed her chest pillow into a flattened globe before it sprang back into its usual fullness.
‘OOHHHHHHH,’ she moaned, feeling the metal points driving into her flesh like a hundred evil nails. He was pummelling her soft bloated teat mercilessly. Deathstoke responded by aiming the next cat stroke across the small of her back, making her arch forward and thrust forth her red marked tits as she cried out. The Doctor made a business out of hitting her left breast only, letting blow after blow land on the bloated mammary, crushing with each blow something that in fact should not be able to take any more crushing at it was.
‘UNNN...OH GOD!!...ARRRRR!!’
Subconsciously Dinah found herself wishing he would aim at the other tit, give her even a seconds reprieve.
Exactly as the torture expert knew she would.
‘I will consider beating your right breast, if you ask for it nicely, bitch!’ the Doctor said matter-of-factly between blows. ‘Otherwise, I’ll just pummel your left tit into a sack of pulped fat.’
Dinah bit down on her lip so hard it bled, but her silence only earned her another pounding blow to her breast so that she shrieked aloud. The Doctor was a good as his word, moving the paddle slightly with each attack to make the pain coat the whole orb but never missing its make mark. He hit her left breast again, and again, and again...and each time, Dinah wondered if this was the blow that would destroy her breast for the rest of her life....or the one she took after that...or the one after that.
‘That’s it Dinah,’ Deathstroke’s cultured voice purred in her ear. ‘Show Ollie how strong you are – I’m sure he’ll love to play with that fun-bag when it’s been made into dog food.’ Dinah knew at once that Wilson was manipulating her, making her think about how Oliver would blame himself if she were mutilated, permanently disfigured.
But even more terrible was what she knew she had to do about it.
‘Alright!’ she yelped. ‘Hit the other one, then!
The gowned sadist ignored her request, punishing her left breast with renewed vigour. ‘Say please, bitch,’ The Doctor chuckled.
WHAAACK!!!
‘YAAAAAAAAAAAAA! FUCK! PLEASE THEN...PLEASE HIT THE OTHER ONE!’
‘See...wasn’t that hard now, was it?’ the Doctor smirked. Then he turned his arm and gave her right breast a devastating blow with the paddle.
‘Unnnnnn,’ Dinah grunted, the pain a relief compared to the horror burning inside her left tit. The Doctor hit her right tit cross ways, making it dance against its pummelled partner, the two aching meat mounds jiggling in agony.
‘This looks sore,’ Slade said, stopping the whipping of her ass and coming up behind to reach around and cup the bruised left tit. ‘I’d better rub it for you.’
Dinah cursed wordlessly as his hand squeezed her breast, as if he had any right. The pain was terrible, and the doctor hit her right boob again and it HURT! Slade tried to dig his fingers into her tit-meat, his augmented strength it making what would have been virtually impossible due to the incredible tightness of the flesh an exercise in utter agony as he compressed the flesh to the point of bursting, never endings mashed together inside the woman sensual globes. He began rolling her left breast on top her chest in order to inflict the maximum possible pain. She suffered it all as the paddle worked her right teat diligently, the torment quickly building towards that inflaming its twin.
‘You sick piece of SHIT, Slade!’ Dinah moaned, tears spilling down her cheeks as her breast sent her signals of nothing but pain, constant pain. It was excruciating, horrible and inescapable.
‘I think that’s enough for now,’ the Doctor said, again mopping his own forehead with a cloth. ‘My goodness, I need to get out on the golf course more often - practice my swing. I think you had better handle the next stage, Mr Wilson - you have a better eye anyway - no pun intended.’
‘Sorry...to...be of any...inconvenience, you...SICK FUCK!!’ Dinah roared the last words of her sentence as Slade twisted her left tit around like a rubber twist toy. Her head drooped down as the mercenary stepped around the pillory and studied the two boobs - both battered and bruised, shining with sweat like orbs of bronze. She heard him pick something up, and from under her tear-stained lashes Dinah saw a long metal skewer, at least twos feet long, resting on her collarbone.
‘First we tenderize the meat, Canary,’ he said, ‘then it’s time to put it on the spit.’
‘Bar…becue?’ she managed to whisper with a residue of venom in her voice.
‘More like kebabs,’ Wilson said, moving the skewer to side of her agony filled left tit and starting to apply pressure. The Crime Doctor was well prepared, the skewer sharp enough to pierce the bloated skin but dull enough to hurt badly as it went in.
‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!’
Dinah screamed...even the slightest touch on her breast caused her intense suffering, and the needle probing against her skin was sheer agony. The breaking of the welted surface was raw, blinding pain, the point pushing its way inside her flesh a demon claw dragging her down into hell.
‘GGAAAAAAA…HUNH…oh fuck stop it bastards aaaaAAAAAIIIEEEEEEE!’
Wilson took his sweet time pushing the needle through, making the bound beauty scream non stop as it twisted though her female orb. He listened to her howling reach a crescendo as finally the point came popping out the other side of the breast. He went on pushing in a little more, then retracting it, then pushing even further, twisting as he did. Playing with her pain. Aware of the cameras on him he kept moving it inside her like, stabbing deep and shallow, damaging her as much as he could without permanent injury that might shorten her endurance, as she screamed with her eyes closed tight.
For over a minute hemoved the full length of the needle back and forth inside her tit, making her scream with fresh surges of anguish. Dinah was lost in pain and nausea caused by the agony and the cruel feel of the needle moving back and forth inside of one of the most tender parts of her body.
Finally the Crime Doctor game him a nod and Deathstoke knew he could no more on the left tit - grasping it firmly her pushed again, making the skewer tear out through the inside curve as his victim’s shrill voice rattled off the walls.
No sooner was the bloodied point visible than he pushed it hard into her right breast, the end disappearing almost instantly as it gouged deep into the mammal meat, releasing more of the pain stored up inside the fatty tissue. Dinah cried out in anguish as she had to endure the same torture again...and worse. For as the needle slowly, ever so slowly penetrated her right breast, destroying the fat, nerve-endings and glances millimetre by millimetre on its passage, the pain was compounded by the continuing jabbing of the needle through her left tit. She could actually feel the fat clinging to the metal surface as it ripped its way slowly through her.
‘Hurts, doesn’t it?’ Wilson asked, his good eye hard and cold. ‘Ever wondered what its like when one of those arrows from your lover goes into you, Ms Lance?’ He pushed again and Dinah gurgled in horror. ‘Something like that!’ he sneered.
Dinah didn’t permit herself another scream. She gathered all of her remaining strength against the fireworks of pain exploding in her breasts and stammered with venom dripping from her shaky voice.
‘When… I get free, I’ll....put....this skewer...through YOUR...balls, Slade!’
Wilson nodded in appreciation of her courage, then allowed the Crime Doctor to inspect his work. ‘First class,’ the medico said, examining the piercing with no regard for the woman shivering in pain before him. ‘You could have a future in this business, Slade.’
‘No thanks,’ Wilson replied. ‘This is a one time partnership.’
The Doctor shrugged, then brought up a hypo and jabbed it into Dinah’s arm. She felt pressure and then a flood of new awareness, like she had been pumped full of caffeine.
‘Wouldn’t want you passing out,’ the Doctor said. ‘An amateur would have injected her in the tit, you see,’ he said aside to Deathstoke, ‘but that takes longer to process, and time is money.’
‘Commendable,’ Wilson remarked dryly.
‘A fortunate side-effect, of course, is that the injection revives the subject to the peak of it’s efficiency and also makes her experience her current state of pain with crystal-clear freshness. Isn’t it so, Miss Lance?’ the torturer added. As he spoke, Dinah shook like a doll on the strings of a fitful child with waves of terrible pain rushing through her system.
‘Gnngngngngngngngng,’ she gagged, shaking in her bonds like she was having a fit, struggling to make her tongue form meaningful words. ‘I...am gu-going to FUCKING K-K-KILL THE B-BOTH OF YOU!’ she screamed while still trembling in agony.
‘I am led to understand that your body is almost pure muscle Dinah,’ the surgeon-sadist commented. ‘I may call you Dinah, I hope?’ He glanced down behind his star-shaped glasses. ‘Except for these.’ He caressed her pierced tits gently, but Dinah yelped in pain at the merest touch. ‘But they’re so firm,’ he carried on, ignoring her suffering. ‘I bet they can carry a lot of weight to stay firm like that.’ He smiled under the mask. ‘Let’s see how much.’
Slade held her body forward as the nameless torture-expert brought out a pair of metal alligator teeth style clips. He attached the clamps to the ends of the skewer through Dinah’s bleeding fem-jugs, working a screw on each one to make it bite hard on the metal. The vibration made Dinah grit her teeth as she looked away, refusing to see what sickness they were up to now.
‘Boys...and their toys!’ she whispered; the words were barely audible, her lips trembling and her sweat-covered body trembling with pain and fatigue. The Doctor kept on working; he fixed a set of hooks onto the skewer, each attached to a length of chain. Slade, meanwhile, was grasping her hands and putting her wrists into manacles, her fatigue-sapped human strength no match for his augmented abilities, though she struggled as much as she was able. As soon as he was finished he moved to the side and pulled out one of the metal rods holding the cords tight on her tits. the tension disappearing immediately as the cords unravelled.
‘NNNNAAAAAAAAAAA,’ Dinah cried out as her tits were freed at last. The blood came coursing back in and her breasts pounded with newfound freedom, a torture in itself.
‘Ready?’ the Doctor asked as Dinah was still shivering with the return of circulation to her boobs. Slade nodded and hit a mechanism.
There was a mechanical clattering, and the stocks around the blonde prisoner’s neck fell away, freeing her arms as well. Simultaneously, a winch overhear hauled her wrists up so her upper limbs were stretched over her head, the chains on her tit skewer rising up with them.
Dinah gave a short piercing cry as the tension of the chain dragged up her bruised teat meat, hauling her up by her battered boobs. Her gorgeous body arched instinctively as she rose up on her booted toes, trying to ease the terrible pressure on her soft breasts. Her fingers clawed at the chains on her manacles, desperately seeking leverage to escape the pulling, tearing pain in her breasts.
The two villains let her dance on her toes for a long moment, getting her bearings. Slade watched the spectacle with arms crossed over his chest, smiling and satisfied with the view. With the yoke finally off Dinah could see her pummelled breasts; in fact she was forced to look at them as they were hauled up towards her by the terrible pressure them.
‘Do you ever lick you own tits to turn Green Arrow on, Canary?’ the Doctor inquired. ‘I’ll bet you do. You could do it now, if you like, while he’s watching; I’m sure we could pull them up high enough.’
Dinah was so sickened by pain and the evil of the man she could not even respond, just hang and close her eyes, wishing death on him.
‘What, no smart reply? It seems we finally came to an understanding, then?’ The evil little doctor said, making the chains on the skewer pull just a little bit tighter and making the heroic woman cry out in fresh pain and misery. She felt the pressure of the riding crop again on her right tit, sobbing in secret gratitude that it wasn’t the left.
‘You need to hold very still now, Ms Lance,’ Slade was saying. ‘If you don’t the pain might make you tear yourself right off that skewer - poor Green Arrow would watch you tits explode like a ripe melon.’ He spoke of the mutilation of her compact body as if her ordering meat from the supermarket butcher. ‘Do you think you can do that?’ he asked. When she did not respond, he moved the crop of her left nipple.
Dinah winced, comprehending his meaning and glaring daggers at him with her wet sapphire eyes.
‘Can you hold still,’ he asked. Dinah breathed deep and gave a short , tight nod as she bored holes in him with her gaze and her lip quivered.
To be continued…
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