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Wonder Woman: Hell in Paradise (Part 2)

Part 32

Part  x


Birds of prey


Black canary



Very well then, the Doctor said, and Deathstroke moved the crop back to the right mound. He circled the nipple twice, the woman shuddering in anticipation. Then her drew back and slammed the crop onto her right tit.


WHACKKKK - driving hard into the tit peak!


YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!’’ Dinah screamed as she shuddered in place, but with incredible strength of will she kept herself arched and her breast thrust out, even against every instinct to pull it back from the pain just inflicted on it.

   

This time when he hit her he drew his arm back over his shoulder, the crop whistling down and smacking into the top of her tit like a branding iron. She almost threw up, her guts churning as she locked her shoulders in place. Her rigid posture made her tit an easy target as he hit her for the third time, her head tossing to one side as she gave a raw scream of pain.

   

Clearly determined to test the extent of his victims mettle, the paid killer elected next to punish her left mammary not with the tip of the crop but with the thin body of it, making the wood slice into her bulging tit right atop her nipple, indenting the tit-peak and the breast-meat inwards. Dinah could feel the wood of the crop actually pressing down against the skewer thrust through her womans meat. She yelled out in wordless, animalistic suffering.


But somehow, she managed to keep her body bowed forwards, her bruised and battered bust thrust out for more punishment. He hit her again, and she screamed, and her eyes were wide as saucers as she stared murder at him, lips pulled back in suffering from her white teeth. Her knees threatened to buckle but she kept herself standing, available to for more abuse at his hands.


With sadistic relish, he hit her again - this time full on the paddle battered left tit, so the pain was like a shotgun blast to her chest and she howled. FUCK YOU! she screamed in shock and outrage.


Oops, missed he mocked, then hit the left tit again.


Dinah felt tears streaming from her eyes and her guts twisted in anguish and despair. This was nothing short of living hell, living death.


The doctor kept beating her left tit now, expertly covering the battered breast with vicious blows of his riding crop as Dinah twisted and squirmed in her chains, her hands clenching and unclenching and her mouth opened to utter scream after scream after scream. And as she knew, just KNEW that she would not be able to take a single more blow...not a SINGLE ONE, without tearing her breasts open in an attempt to escape the hellish torment...the doctor stopped.


Chained in the middle of the room - her breasts heavily bound as she was forced to rest on her knees before the men who had total power of her - Dinah breathed deeply, using every one of the martial skills she possessed to control her bodies response to the pain they have inflicted so far. The whip welts to her ass, her breasts, the terrible wounds inflicted by the skewer that had been rammed through those ripe round orbs of meat.


All the time sickeningly aware of the cameras recording every moment of this degradation so that her suffering can be used to further torture Ollie, lure him into the trap in which Deathstroke planned to destroy him.


Dinah stared up at the men, forcing herself not to think how much worse this will get - not just for herself, but the for man she loved. He couldnt see them break her!


Its only pain the woman nicknamed the blonde bombshell told herself over and over. Youve trained to overcome it - the time to strike back will come - for now, you fight them the only way you can...


The Crime Doctor, meanwhile, was pulling off his latex gloves, wiping down his hands. Behind his mask he was grinning mirthlessly, as if reading her very thoughts. Ive simply got to say Ms Lance, you are one very determined woman. He shook his head in surprise. Originally I thought it was a mistake us telling you exactly what the plan was - the whole thing about Green Arrow, but now I see Slade here was right; it would have made no difference to a woman like you.


Dinah lifted her chin but didnt trust her voice enough to speak yet, so let her silent glare be her answer.


Wonderful! the Doctor said delightedly. You know if you talk right now you might seem weak, so you wait and bide your time. He clapped his hands. Just wonderful.


Slade nodded. Your every bit the fighter Id come to expect, Canary, and thats not a complement I hand out lightly.


You two are...going to make me...all weepy, she said softly, feeling her strength returning a little. If you really want a fight, Slade, why not fight me on equal terms? she hissed with venom and contempt in her voice.


That might be more interesting than I had once thought, Slade admitted. But business must come first.

 

As he nodded to the Doctor the green gowned ghoul was reaching to the table and picking up another syringe, this one filled with a faintly luminous yellow fluid. Another... stimulant? she breathed slowly. This is kinda...dragging out a bit.


A stimulant, yes, but not in the way you think, the evil surgeon said. He took the step of swabbing her arm, even though there were cuts from the whips still bleeding on her breasts and shoulders. The he pressed the point to her flesh, just where the deltoid was sloping into her bicep. She barely felt the prick over the multitude of other hurts radiating through her body. This particular stimulant is of a unique kind, invented by a doctor Jonathan Crane. Though you might know him better as the Scarecrow he added with a sinister grin.


Dinah twitched, feeling the liquid pumping in her bloodstream. All at once, she felt hot, flushed. She shuddered, her body trembling slightly, the chains around her wrists rattling as her knees shook against the floor.


Unnnnnnn! Bastards, she hissed, Fucking bastards! as she realized just before her sanity started to crumble what they were doing to her.


The Doctor was looming in her face as she blinked rapidly. Ah, I see you are familiar with Dr Cranes research on the nature of fear. The gorgeous blonde was breathing fast, her full , cut marked breasts shaking as she burst out in a cold sweat all over her skin. What are you afraid of Ms Lance?


Not.....YOU! she gasped, her mind racing as she felt a knot of raw terror welling up in her gut.


Well see, he said, standing up.


Slade moving over towards her, her blue eyes flashing to him, wide with fear. NO her mind screamed, its not real, its a drug its a drug its not real!


Thats a funny thing to say, Ms. Lance. Actually, most people are afraid of doctors...especially those who use their skills for inflicting pain!


Deathstoke came over, holding what looked like a long metal rod with a battery at one end. Dinah was breathing so fast she felt light-headed, her mind pounding with the knowledge of how much the rod was going to hurt her. She wanted to scream for mercy but she bit her tongue, whimpering softly and hating herself for it.


One brief touch of the metal to her bruised backside and her mouth stretched wide in voice as current blazed through her firm round cheek, making it clench like a vice.


AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR!!!! DONT, PLEASE!!!!


Dont please...what? Deathstroke asked, mockingly waving the rod in front of Dinahs face.


Dinah desperately wanted to say Please do’’t hurt me, but she made herself not utter a word.


ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ


The touch was longer this time, tracing up her leg, over the muscles that turned to knots of agony as the power turned them against her, made her body her enemy.


GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!  NO NO NO!


Are you afraid yet, Ms Lance? the Doctor said softly.


Oh GOD, Dinah moaned, tears running down her face. She felt the rubber gloves on her bloated breasts, shuddering and trying to pull away.


We can do things to you Dinah...terrible things.


Please....YAAAAAAARRRRRRHHH! Dinah screamed as Deathstroke pushed the rod against her belly, turning her guts to roiling serpents that wanted to burrow their way out of her body. She shook like a rag doll as she convulsed. She was crying softly, her mind falling into a bottomless hole, her body shrieking until the awful current was taken away and she could suck in air like a drowning woman.


What is you greatest fear, Dinah...you need to tell us. But the bound heroine sobbed and shook her head, the long blonde falling across her face as she twitched in her chains.


What I always liked about latex gloves, the doctor mused, putting his hands back on Dinahs full, quivering breasts, is that you can get a good grip with them. And he twisted her mammary globes around as far as they would go.


She gurgled in pain, her soft womans flesh wrenched in different directions, both of them painful. He pulled and twisted her C cup tits as she whimpered and wailed.


You were tortured before, werent you, Dinah, he said like a purring cat, and yanked on her nipples to make her yelp. I dont think you liked it, did you?


Please... dont make me...dont. The memories were bubbling up in her mind like filth from an overflowing cistern, fouling her thoughts. The degradation the days and days of pain when she could do nothing to save herself!


And now its happening again and you cant stop it...so powerless...we can do anything to you.


Slade took his cue and reached for the chain that ran to the ropes around her breasts, pulling sharply. His enhanced strength easily lifted her off the floor, every bit of her weight being carried by the cords digging like barbed wire into her bulging blue-tinged tit flesh.


OH FUCK NOOOOO! AAAAAIEEEEEEEE! MAKE IT STOP!! She danced around with her wrists keeping her level as she wailed in the agony of breast suspension. Her boobs were ripping inside, she could feel it. The fat and meat of her womans chest was tearing, mutilated slowly but inevitably.


What was that? the doctor gasped, acting surprised. Are you actually begging for mercy, Dinah? You sure about that?!


Dinah shook her head, her tits feeling like they would burst open any second. OH MY GOD! she howled. The tears from her eyes spilled down her chin and onto those tortured globes as her fishnet clad legs spasmed, making her tremble and adding to her awesome torment.


Do you know one of my all time favourite movie lines Dinah? the slender freak asked, as she sobbed pathetically, hating herself more than either of them. Its not the pain that breaks them...its the fear!  He reached back, pulling out the short whip again.


SHUT THE FUCK UP AND PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET ME DOWN!


The Doctor let her see the whip as she wept hopelessly. When it hit the engorged bag of meat on her chest, her howl was inhuman!


YAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!


WHAP!


WACK!


Dinahs vision was blurring over and her head seemed to spin. The pain was unbearable and all she could do was to scream and to scream. She could hear herself begging, pleading for them to stop hurting her, hear them laughing as her tits were being pounded like drums of agony.


She wanted to die, wanted Slade to put a bullet through her brain if only it would stop.


The next blow would be the one that killed her, she was sure of it. The next blow on her tits would end her misery and she would be blessed with the sweet mercy of death...but the next whipping of her breasts did not kill her. And neither the next.


Or the next.


Or the one after that. The agony just went on and on.


FWAP!


AAAIIIEEEEE! OH FUCK NO MORE!


THWACK!


GAAAAA! NONONO…


SSSSWAACK!


…NEEEEAAARRGGHH AAAAHA AHAARRRR!!!


CRACK!


Did they rape you, Dinah, the Doctor was asking. She could still feel the whip hitting her as she pleaded, so she guessed Slade had taking over that part. Did those men fuck you while you hung there being tortured?


She felt his gloved finger parting her sex, exploring her as she suffered. She sobbed in misery. OH PLEASE, no!


Ill bet you thought about it, didnt you - what their cocks would feel like in you while you hung there like a helpless little slut all tied up. Not much of a super hero just a cunt to be fucked.


His finger was up inside her to the second knuckle, rubbing inside her sex as she shook in anguish. Something hot and sticky was running down from where the ropes were wrapped around her breasts. When she caught a glimpse of her monstrously distorted tits she could see her nipples split and bleeding and she wailed in anguish.


Or perhaps he said while ruthlessly probing her sex did you offer them to rape you in order to avoid the pain. In order to postpone it for a few minutes, hm? Women tend to do that, I hear!


Her head whipped around to face him, eyes full of hate. You sick mother-FUCKER! Dinah spat.


Oops, I think I hit a soft button there! he giggled as he viciously grabbed her clit and pulled at it, actually pulling it out between the folds of her pussy. The curvaceous crime fighter gurgled and sobbed. Slade stopped his whipping, stepping back to let her mind dwell on her pain and weakness.


You need to ask nicely for us to let you down, Dinah the Doctor told her.


Please, she whimpered, it hurts…so bad. The fear drug coursed through her like a rabid dog, tearing at her control. The mans hand was on her clitoris but it was her own unfettered, raging terror that left her feeling truly vulnerable. Please…let…me down...please!


He twirled her sex bud, thinking it over as she wept and bled and shook. Sounds convincing to me! Slade said to the Crime Doctor.


He nodded, and Slade let her down slowly. Unable to support her own weight her legs folded and she dropped until her knees touched the floor. The Canary knelt weeping in relief, her whole body shaking with her sobs. Her shoulders shuddered and her face was twisted in anguish, her cheeks soaking wet from with tears.


You dont want Slade to lift you again, do you Dinah?


The thought was horrible. A small part of her mind wanted to tell them they were going to die, that she didnt care what they did to her, but the drug had her tight in it feverish grip no, with only enough free will left to the blonde and bleeding heroine to let her squirm with self-loathing.  Oh please, she gasped, the words and pleading tone making her want to wretch, no, no.

 

Well then, said the Doctor, Im going to give you choice. I can get him to pull you up again, or you can ask me to use these again, and he held up the pair of hot oil rods.


Dinah sobbed louder and pulled away, her face in shock and terror. The fear in those gorgeous eyes was like a drug itself for the evil surgeon.


Oh fuck no...not that, please.


Yes said the Doctor, but it hurts less than the suspension He reached out and touched one of her bloated breasts, caressing it as she winced. The boob felt wonderfully firm under his fingers.


Please, Ill do... she moaned, and she wanted to say whatever you say, but the small part of her mind still her own bit down on the words, the struggle to keep them in a torture in itself.


No, Dinah, your not there yet the Doctor said understandingly. He looked at Slade, saw the same knowledge shining in his single eye. This one WAS special, maybe even a match for Wonder Woman herself. Who would have thought it, looking at the gaudy fishnets she cavorted about in. So you have to choose.


God! Dinah cried out in anguish and helpless frustration. She felt like vomiting. Fear clawed at her like a rancid animal. She thought of the pain in her tits from the ropes, knowing that they could be torn off her chest and she would see it happening. But the terrible heat...how could she choose between the ways they would mutilate and abuse her.


Choose, the Doctor said again. His cock was like an iron poker in his pants. He was a consummate professional and would abstain from fucking this petite bitch until the business was concluded, but on days like this he really loved his job! I give you twenty more seconds to decide, Dinah. After that time elapsed, Slade will haul you back up, and Ill burn your tits anyway!



Time passed, and finally she spoke. I...please...dont pull me up...I want you to ...to burn me...please.


Slade listened and felt a wave of exultation wash over him. He, too, was massively erect, the combination of physical beauty and incredible courage in the prisoner firing his blood. Almost any other of the Islands invaders would have thrown her on the ground, straddled her, and raped her over and over. A woman like this was one in a thousand; no, a million, and he felt under his professional veneer a deep sense of jealousy that a man like Oliver Queen owned the heart of this lioness. The things he and Dinah Lance could have done together the professional accomplishments, the adventures, the love-making for hours at a time, made Queens relationship with this woman seem a petty, wasteful thing. He knew after today there was not a chance in hell of him ever having her willingly, but at least he would have the consolation of knowing he would never have to know the utter soul-destroying hell of losing such a partner.


That was the fatal trap with true love, as Green Arrow was going to learn.


The Crime Doctor handed the rods to Slade, who took them and came over and knelt in front of the busty blonde heroine as she moaned and turned her head away. With a move he fired up the two flames, looking at her over the flickering yellow tongues. He wondered how long it would have taken to reduce her to this without the Scarecrows drug, or if would even be possible. It felt like a cheap victory, and Slade Wilson was never cheap. He promised himself after she had seen him cut off Oliver Queens head he would give Dinah Lance a true chance to show what she was made of.


Youre so sexy Dinah he said, like a man admiring a classic painting. Her head remained buried in her shoulder, sweat stained gold locks obscuring her face.


Oh no, Dinah, the Doctor was saying. I want you look at what is happening to you...since you asked for it! He smiled wickedly at the sobbing victim, and Slade felt soiled just by being in the mans presence. He would work with anyone on any job if the money was right, but there wasnt enough cash in the world to make him enjoy this little freaks company.


Canary coughed, her nose running as she watched Deathstroke upend the rods. Molten oil poised for a moment in midair before spilling onto her blood engorged tit globe.


The instant it touched her skin she yelped, the fiery kiss tearing at her mangled nerves as it ran over her skin, leaving a trail of blistered hurt. AAAA...IT HURTS! Slade moved the rods, letting the oil trickle its way over the reddening skin, the liquid  hissing as it caressed her breast with suffering. Dinah shook her head, her damp hair whipping around as the searing hot oil was dripped on boob-skin that was strained almost to the tearing point. She screamed again, louder, jerking in her bonds.


PSSSS PSSSSS SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS .


Oil was running down off her nipples, making them flare with agony. With her mouth open so wide she felt her jaw clicking she screamed silently and wondered if she said she would fuck them would it stop. NO NO NO NO, she wailed in her head, stamping on the thought, trying to kill it, but every drop of oil scorching its way over her bulging chest globes kept it alive.

 

Slade carefully saw to it that he slowly covered all of the upper half of her tit-globe with hot oil. He was methodical, watching as she jerked back and the ropes cut her tits, and then when she leaned forward the rods burned her over and over. She was bawling like a teenage girl, totally without shame. The white haired killer knew that now she truly understood there was nothing she could do...the terror of the ongoing torture choking her soul as her incredible body was made to suffer.


Dinah jerked on her knees, screaming like a crazy woman. She could not take more of this pain. It was so great, so terrible, eating into the flesh of her breasts and burning her alive, and no one would come and help her. She has taken enough now, hadnt she? Fuck courage and dignity and pride - it HURT, hurt her in a way no woman should have to feel pain, and she did not want to die at the hands of these sadists. The gripping, chocking terror of them and what they would do to her crushed her like a python in its grip. She had a right for the pain to stop, didnt she? She had been brave, stupidly brave, and every part of her body was in pain and her breasts were just things of agony stamped onto her body. She had EARNED the right to stop the pain!


PLEASE PLEASE NOW STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!


Slade ignored her, letting the oil spill onto her nipples, bloated and purple, the crowns of her tits BURNING. Both men were watching and she knew they loved it, loved seeing her body spasm, loved making her wriggle like a whore for them.


Omigod stop it now I CANT TAKE ANYMORE!


Psssssssssssssss….


AAAAAAEEEEEEEE!!!


Her mind felt like shattering under the onslaught, just like her body was feeling like coming apart, being ripped asunder by the awful agony searing through her breasts and all through her nervous system. Dinah squealed and sobbed, legs spread like a slut as she knelt, lost in the pain, lost in the fear!


TELL ME WHAT YOUR AFRAID OF! the Doctor shouted in her twisted face.


PPPPAAAAAAAAAINNNN! Dinah wailed. I FEAR PAIN! she yelled at the top of her lungs as her burned and blistered tits heaved on her chest.


YOURE LYING!


Her breasts were burning now, the heat soaked so deep into the fat and tissue it seared her heart and lungs inside her body. Slade let the rods dip and THE FLAMES TOUCHING HER FLESH AGAIN as Deathstroke kept pouring the oil over her nipples, spilling in a waterfall of agony onto her belly, searing down over her sex.


yaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

Psssss. Pssssss. Pssss.


WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY, YOU BASTARDS! she screamed.


The oil rod was travelling down towards her slit, leaving a line of pain as it went. Her breasts continued to pulse with anguish, like two pieces of burned meat slapped onto her body. The flame and the oil scorched her navel as Dinah blubbered and wailed, feeling it closing in on her womanhoods soft petals.


They were going to burn her there! Burn her sex!


Burn her pussy!


BURN HER SOFT CUNT!


STOP IT...ALRIGHT! the blonde heroine , the words torn out of her like one of her organs being ripped savagely from her body.


I WAS GOING TO BREAK!!


Dinah was howling out of control, panic and terror leaving her pride and dignity shredded. She didnt care about her shame as she wailed and screamed, her voice a high pitched screech of agony.


I wanted the pain to stop! she howled as the candle brushed her cunt lips and she jerked, her body twisting and her burned blistered breasts dancing wildly.


I was going to tell him...tell him everything! DO ANYTHING HE WANTED!


So, the Doctor mused, thats it. You fear the fact that you are not as tough and mean as you put yourself out to be. And Mr Queen…


Dinah wept brokenly, totally lost. She slumped in her chains like a discarded puppet. Ollie…hed know…Im weak. Im - worthless!

 

The Doctor smiled as Slade looked down at the miserably snivelling woman. The mercenary shook his head, silently vowing if anyone ever tried to use this drug on him, their death would make the Canarys ordeal so far look mild in comparison.


Why did you not say so in the first place? We could have spared you some discomfort.


Dinah shook her head, weeping openly. She had nothing left no protection, no defences. They had stripped her truly naked, alone in the dark with no hope.


Slade, I think you should burn her pussy; just for good measure!


Dinahs head came up and her blue eyes bulged from her head as tears spilled down her face. Oh GOD NO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!


The Doctor chuckled as the flame neared the shrieking womans spread pussy lips. Dinah leaned back, trying to escape, screaming incoherently as she tried to wrench her bleeding wrists free her body arched and thrashed, all tight muscle and gorgeous tits. He felt his loins ready to burst at what her ripe, sexually charged physique would do when the flame began to sear those pink petals. 


The Doctor turned towards the filming camera. He dipped his star shaped spectacles to look into the lens at the man who would be watching this tape of the love of his life slowly and sadistically destroyed, and then he jerked his thumb towards the sobbing naked beauty behind him, her curves covered in sweat, burns and blood. Let see if we can break her AGAIN! he said with a wink.




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