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Part ix
Diana
Barbara watched Wonder Woman being tortured, her body being mutilated slowly and gratuitously. No questions were asked of the bound Amazon. This was not an interrogation. This was pure, undiluted sadism.
She could see her friends and the captive Amazons struck with horror and anger and heart-tearing agony to see how much Diana was suffering. She could see the villains watching the spectacle cheering and laughing. They were enjoying what was happening, seeing a human being that had done nothing in her whole life but fight to uphold justice and goodness reduced to a thing of sex and pain.
Her heart hammered against her ribs, threatening to tear free from her chest. She wanted to scream and smash the screens with her fist.
But she knew…she knew that was what they wanted. For her emotions to control her, her anger to sweep her away. That meant she was close. She was on the right path.
‘You bastards!’ she screamed at the view screens, and her tears were real and she used them. ‘You FUCKING COWARDLY BASTARDS!’ They wanted to use her anger, but instead she used it against them. Let them see her raging, out of control.
Let them see what they wanted to see, so they would never see her, coming for them.
***
She was standing shackles with her arms outstretched, her legs in the metal vices while another vice went on crushing the fingers of one hand. On the other arm she has razor wire around her bicep, cutting her every time she flexed the powerful muscle. Her other hand was held in a clamp with acid dripping onto her palm, making her want to pull away and tear her bicep to shreds. All this pain went on across the exotically curved palette of her body as the foul beasts used hot pokers on her thighs, and a flail whip on her torso and back.
So Diana stood, in constant pain, the demons with their monstrously erect sex organs moving around her, eager to inflict more suffering at the command of Neron, their master. Meanwhile those watching on screens around the captive island were either horrified or elated at the sight of punishment being inflicted on that perfect Amazon body, the signs of deep suffering etched across even her lovely face.
Another drop of the foul green fluid seared its way into her hand, as a diamond tear glittered in the corner of one of the Princesses crystal blue eyes. Neron leaned forward, examining his helpless captive with inhuman satisfaction. He could feel her soul seared with impotent fury...not only the pain, but also her helplessness that was beyond infuriating.
'You want this to end Diana, I know,' Neron chuckled. His voice seemed to come not just from his mouth but from everywhere at once, and the very malice in it left the gorgeous heroine feeling soiled. 'I might be tempted to allow it, if I could hear only two words from those sweet lips.'
Diana lips moved as she hissed a reply in Themyscrian. The other Amazons watching the vision of horror both gasped and smiled to hear their beloved Princess use such language. Neron chuckled again and slowly shook his head.
‘Not those two, no,’ he admonished. 'I was thinking more of; “I surrender.”
All over the imprisoned island dozens of villainous eyes watched in expectation, half hoping to hear the words, half hoping she would refuse. It was the latter half who were not disappointed.
'You will never hear any Amazon utter those words, Lord of Filth' Diana whispered through her pain, wincing again as her leg muscles spasmed inside the cruel metal vice.
Neron shrugged, leaning back, but his glowing emerald eyes burned a little brighter. It was clear he met such defiance all to rarely, and was savouring the encounter. 'A god has nothing but time, Highness' he smiled, signalling the demons to bring over the device he had indicated. It was a leather harness, to which was attacked a kind of metal vice. Two heavy plates sat facing each other on either side, each studded with small pyramid shapes. Diana looked at the contraption with the understanding and deep disgust, the disgust only possible for a woman confronted with something designed solely for torturing a woman’s body.
The Justice League mainstay watched the device put in place as she spoke. ‘You are no god, villain,’ she spat.
‘Perhaps not in the traditional sense. Non-the-less, you will give me your worship.’
The demons snickered as they closed in on her holding the vile instrument, one of them making a remark about one of the last free parts of her body not adorned with a torture device. Diana felt her head forced back as they fitted an iron collar about her throat, a fastening on the bottom helping to support the leatherwear to which the vice was fixed. The other creature was pulling the straps across her back so they cut into the wounds already there from whip and irons, adding to her torments.
‘Never!’ the tight muscled heroine promised fearlessly, despite her endless suffering.
‘We shall see.’
Diana stood horribly immobile, no move able to be made without causing some part of her to hurt more. The metal plates felt strangely cold as they cupped the sides of her sweat soaked chest. There were rods joining the plates, each ending in two large screws and framing her soft mounds in merciless metal rectangle.
‘I love this one,’ one of the demons announced proudly to Diana’s contemptous gaze. ‘Really hurts, really hurts,’ he giggled. She ignored him, trying to ignore the pain coming from every part of her and feeling Neron’s glowing eyes on her. She knew he sought not just the destruction of her body but also her spirit. But the wisdom of Athena granted to her told her that there was more to this even than that.
‘You are…no mortal’s lackey…Neron,’ Diana grated out against the pain hammering and burning and tearing at her. The vice was firmly in place now, just waiting to start hurting her breasts, but she kept herself focused on the demon king. ‘Why…are you…doing Savage’s…bidding.’
The monsters began to work the screws, the plates tightening instantly, pressing softly at first on the yielding globes, then with greater force.
‘You are mistaken, Princess,’ Neron replied, watching the gradual change of shape in Diana’s rounded chest. ‘In part at least – it is true the schemes of petty mortals, or even immortals like Savage, are of no interest to me.’ Diana kept her blue eyes steady in spite of the pain, the crushing steel closing around her breasts. ‘But to taste the vile nectar of those wretched souls who crave to see such a pure spirit suffer, to make her a thing of lust and pain – that is always worth a sojourn on this pitiful world.’
Diana’s fight against her instincts was nothing short of herculanian. So others were watching this twisted debauchery, revelling in her pain. Her nature was to rage against these creatures, thrash in her bonds with all her might in order to escape the surge of fresh pain in her breasts. Instead, she called on all her Amazon training. She breathed out loudly through her nose, face stony but the fatigue of torture plain to see.
The plates had now moved to within just over a foot of each other, her breasts bulging provocatively in their embrace. With every slow twist of the screw, the space diminished, her pain growing in step with the shrinking gap. She could feel both her breasts throbbing, faintly at first but with ever-greater intensity, as the skin was pulled, twisted, the studs digging in painfully.
Diamond drops glittered as they formed and ran across the curving surface. The two monsters watched her silent, defiant agony with fascination as well, as the increasingly distorting pair of pain-throbbing breasts were crushed in the vice.
'Ohhhhhhhhh' she moaned faintly, the plates now making even breathing an exercise in suffering. One demon leaned in closer. Diana hissed in contempt, as his long, forked tongue caressed her moist cheek, licking up her tears.
‘This tastes good!’ he said and turned to his evil companion working the vice. ‘Make her do more of this water coming from her eyes!’
Diana cursed silently as his friend giggled, whatever lingering humanity the two possessed after being transformed by the White Magician’s spell succumbing fully to their new demonic nature. As the breast screw turned again and the pain flowed through her trapped mammaries, Diana saw the other devil turn to where the coals were heating the irons again, dipping his claw into the yellow embers without the slightest hesitation. He lifted them out with his hands coated in glowing sparks, like angry fireflies, then pushed them against the moist bulging meat of the Amazons tits.
The tall woman-warrior gasped as she felt the burning embers crushed into her breast flesh, his claws cruelly mauling her as she was scorched across her ample chest. The red flakes hissed like serpents as they burned her skin, and the demon groaned in pleasure as he repeated the process while his companion lapped at the salty moisture in those blue eyes. He could feel her erect nipples against his palm as the chained slut before him moaned and shuddered.
The monster removed his hands, allowing his partner to go to work on the screws again, closing the gap more and more as his own tongue flicked out and licked at the angry burns on her boobs and around her nipples.
Diana shuddered and trembled in place held in bondage by chains, vices and torture instruments as she felt her mighty breasts being crushed against each other and compressed more and more and more.....surely, the next turn of the screw would make them tear open...the next one would do it. But it didn’t...it just increased the agony in her tits. As did the next turn of the screws. And the next. Her proud breasts pounded and throbbed and burned with pain from which she could not escape.
More gasps of suffering came from her full red lips, each one a dagger in the heart of her watching Amazon sisters. They endured their own tortures and violations bravely, but not a one did not weep brokenly to see their Princess tortured.
‘AAAAAAAA.’ she panted, her tits now pushed out obscenely from her chest, the nipples expanding as the flesh was stretched. The demon licking at her face ceased his work in order to pursue a more productive line of action. Staring at Wonder Woman’s bloated tit-tips and engorged nipples, he took his well-used cat-of-nine-tails whip back up....and relished smacking the horrid cords across the beautiful Princess’ poor breast-tops.
Her moan of anguish came from deep within her, the expanded flesh offering less resistance so that even her super resilient skin was broken at once, blood flowing down over her nubs and dripping from the underside of her tits to the stone floor.
Her breasts wanted to jiggle and shake under the impact but their compression held them firm, ripe for more pain.
The first demon stopped and lapped the bloody drops as they fell, at the same time turning the screw on her leg clamp. Wonder Woman panted and moaned as she felt her lower leg bone crack slightly, the pain like glass being driven into her muscle from within. Her head turned left and right, and she groaned louder as the movement made the razor wire rip her arm more deeply.
Diana dipped her head as much as she could, letting the lank dark hair cover her face and hide her pain, and her shame. She saw her breast, grotesquely malformed by the hellish torture device, bloodied by the whip and burned by the coals, and she closed her eyes in misery. Again she heard Neron in her mind - 'Just two little words....just two little words...’
She made herself open her eyes again, even the pain and the horror better than the thought of giving in to these creatures. But for how long the little voice laughed at her from within.
‘You are incredible, Diana,’ Neron confessed. ‘No other woman has ever been so brave under my tortures - or so beautiful.’
‘I...’ Diana stopped, working up moisture in her mouth to continue speaking. ‘I live to please, lord of pigs and vermin!’ she snarled, musical voice thick with pain and sarcasm.
He laughed again. ‘By every power, Amazon, I shall have to truly test your womanly mettle.’
He motioned to the beasts, and the screws made the plates move to within half a foot of each other; six inches of agony filled breast meat being crushed between them so powerfully blood ran down around the studs.
‘GGGGG...AAAAAAAA!!!!’
Oh merciful Athena, make your poor daughter strong she prayed silently as she sobbed aloud. The pain was constant now, her arms, legs and tits - nothing on or inside her body did not hurt. She smelled the burned flesh of her hand, felt the blood from fractured fingers where her nails were broken and crushed. She felt a slap to her face, the claws opening three shallow wounds on her cheek, and she opened her eyes to see the demon servants holding a short length of chain. It was shaped like a Y at one end, each of those extremes ending in a wicked barbed hook, and at the other end it looped around on itself to form a shape like a bikini thong she had seen the south American heroine Fire wear once to taunt Booster Gold and Blue Beetle.
The beast undid this part of the chain, allowing him to pass it under her body and around her hips and then refasten it. It hung on her like a pair on sheer, metallic briefs, the links brushing the spread slit between her legs as Diana looked at him wrathfully. Then the grinning horror held up the two hooks in front her, level with her distorted tit globes. She looked from one hook the other and back, eyes heavy lidded, face a mask of desperate defiance.
The other demon cupped her tits, tenderly this time, but holding them out towards the hooks, the horrible hooks, as his brother monster turned them over, the points angled down as they came nearer.
Diana put all her strength into not whimpering and wailing like a frightened child. It was nothing else than a living hell having these creatures torturing her body with more and more and more devices of degrading pain, but she knew that she could not give in to the pain and fear. Not just for her own sake, but for all those like Donna and Artemis and her friends who needed her to find a way out of this horror.
The powerful and helpless heroine felt one hook on her tit. She winced but kept steady, the point just above the engorged circle of her nipple. He pushed it, turning it back and forth with demonic strength, and when her skin broke more blood gushed out like hot syrup over her teat and her cry warbled off the walls.
‘NNNYAAAAAAAAAAA!’
He left her with the pulsing torment of the piercing, moving to the other breast. Once again, she felt the demons’ hot hard cocks against her skin. But all they seemed to care for now was her pain, her unendurable, hellish, relentless agony. She felt the hook go in again, like she was no more than meat, the pain of them metal behind her nipples so bad her tears rand like little streams.
The demon tightened the chain around her waist, and she felt it moving past her womanhood’s outer lips and up into the sweet pink crease beyond. He was pulling a link at a time, in no hurry with this new and barbarous cruelty. Diana felt the links moving up as high as they could go, as high as the anatomy of her womanly form would allow, tighter and tighter inside her.
Inside her...it was horrible, monstrous pain. She felt her womanhood being split in two by the chain, and by some kind of cosmic injustice one link had managed to position itself exactly sideways on her clit, pushing viciously against her cunt-bud. Her sobs were loud and constant, a mixture of outrage, bravery, and suffering. The link made her clit bulge like her tits in miniature, hurting it, exposing it totally. The spreader bar didn’t let her close her legs - they could see her most intimate female being and she could do nothing to stop them.
‘Such a little thing,’ Neron said, and she raised her head to see him right in front of her. ‘It will hurt you so much, Diana - should I just cut it off, spare you that agony?’
Her face was wet with sweat and tears, her lips were trembling. ‘Do as…you will, Lord of...maggots...AAAAAA!! But I…nnn…will never…unnNNNN…never serve you!’
Almost any other woman would have been sobbing and begging, ready to promise anything to escape the pain the beauteous prisoner was in, assuming they could even survive it without their heart exploding or the mind shutting down. Even among the captive heroines there were few who would not have broken or died by now after the days of non-stop agony.
But this was no ordinary woman, no ordinary super-hero.
Neron reached down, moving his hand, raising it with his own breeches in his grasp. Diana’s eyes narrowed as he stepped back a little so she could see his monster cock, hard, rigid, pulsing with evil intent.
***
The screen went blank. Barbara started, and on her other screens she heard the curses and wails of the villains who seconds before had been hooting and cheering with undisguised relish.
She stared at the screens for a moment, then pounded her fist against the console. ‘What’s happening,’ she shouted, knowing her fear and frustration would be shared by all the Amazons who had been watching. There was no reply.
‘Damn you!’ she screamed into the mocking silence.
***
‘We shall have this time just for us, my dear Princess,’ Neron promised, watching Diana struggle with renewed power despite the damage it did to her burned and lacerated nakedness. ‘Not for your cunt, harlot Princess’ he said, indicating his fully erect member as his servants moved stone blocks beside her. He stepped up onto them his cock now level with her crushed and torn breasts. ‘You do not yet deserve that great honour.’ He stooped his hips, the evil shaft coming up under her crushed cleavage.
And then he pushed, grunting and smiling.
Superhuman strength forced the cock between the breasts smashed together by the compression. Diana jerked with the force, the chain pushed up into her pussy even deeper, her chain grinding against the her captive clitoris while the hooks tore at her breasts.
‘AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!’
His cock felt as thick as Diana’s wrist, and its steel-hard presence between her crushed tits caused the bloated breasts to be pushed even harder against the studded plates of the vice, sending fresh waves of inhuman agony through her tortured breast-globes. Diana turned her head away and screamed in rage at being unable to resist this monstrous violation of her person. She felt sick with humiliation, the disgust plain on her gorgeous face. Laughing like the fiend he was, the lord of hell pushed again, and yet again, each thrust getting his phallus further between her agony-filled boobs as the hooks dug into her tit and her cunt was split by the chain.
Neron stared down at his prisoner, revelling in her hatred fully as much as the physical pleasure of her luscious chest mashed around his burrowing cock. He could have gotten fully between them with one powerful jerk of his hips, but he wanted her to hurt, hurt the most he possibly could, both bodily and spiritually.
With each surge forward his huge balls mashing against her rib-cage, her skin slick with sweat and blood. Diana felt his hand on her head, twining his fingers through her ebony hair and pushing her face down with a strength even her won Earth-born power could not resist. He twisted her head down to see his cock head emerging from between her vice tortured teats, thrusting gently now to pleasure himself. To the netherworld ruler her tits feeling like the world’s tightest pussy around his penis as it rose up towards her, then sank back, over and over. The hand holding her hair seemed to burn, and unbidden the image of Donna suffering this same vile torment flooded her mind, piercing her mental barriers as violently as the hooks had pierced her breasts.
‘OH GODDESS NO! NOOOO!’
Despite all her training and force of will, the Amazon warrior could not prevent her tears falling on the demon’s rape tool. The feelings of failure and shame crashed over her in an unstoppable wave, sweeping her away. The drops from her azure eyes splashed on his cock, salty and hot, and she heard him groan with a delight that made her want to vomit. Then she felt her head jerked back so she had to look at his face, his grinning, sneering gloating face.
Neron licked his lips as pushed hard, yanking on the clit chain to make her scream.
‘YAAAAAA....AAAIIIEEE!’
‘Yes whore Princess,’ Neron laughed. ‘Feel the pain. Feel is as your Amazons felt it, your friends, you sister!’
‘NOOO! DAMMIT! LEAVE THEM ALONE!’
‘Feel the agony they feel because they trusted you.’ He watched her face twist in rage and pain with each stroke of his cock between her tits, his green eyes blazing with evil. Rage at the infamy of his act and the pain of her tits being crushed and pierced and torn at and the chain cutting into her sex with each of his movements. ‘Feel their agony and know that its because you have FAILED THEM!’
Diana screamed, her brain burning as her body twisted. Her blood spilled down her arm and the bones of her leg splintered inside her, shredding her flesh. The bones of her hand gleamed white where the acid has scoured away the skin and sinew, and more blood streamed down her chest from the hooks ripped deep into her breasts. She screamed, fighting not to lose herself, the pain tearing at her womanhood and deep into her.
‘Filthy!’
Thrust.
‘GGGGGGG!’
‘Amazon!’
Thrust!
‘AAAAARRRRRR!’
‘CUNT!’
THRUST!!
YAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!’
He pushed her face down towards his dick again. His cock-head moved faster and faster between her breasts, and then his cock-slit parted farther and she knew at once what was cumming! Diana felt her sex soaked in her own red blood as green slime bubbled up, hitting her chin, searing like the acid on her hand. His fist grabbed the chain and as they both screamed together as his hell-cum spurted against her lips and mouth, boiling across the tops of her bloated, tortured breasts and drowning Diana in pain and darkness.
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