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Part IV
Donna blinked and stood mouth open. ‘What?!’ she gasped finally.
‘You will strike the princess,’ the enemy repeated, ‘targeting areas indicated by a laser pointer on her body. The bands on your arms will measure the force of your blows. Should you try to 'go easy' on your friend, the Amazons in our care will suffer.’
Donna looked horrified and felt tears of outrage burning in her eyes. ‘I…I can’t do that,’ she said, voice thick with passion. ‘You can’t ask me to.’
‘But we are, Donna Troy. Refuse, and Amazons will die until you comply.’
Kori looked at her friend. ‘Donna, you must,’ she said evenly, her green eyes filmed with moisture, as well. Not for herself, but for the pain she knew this inflict on her best friend. Her gaze never wavered, but Wondergirl could see the slight tremor as she stood naked in the shackles, legs spread slightly and arms pulled back from her body, leaving every point of her amazing form open and vulnerable. Kori was far more resilient than any normal earth woman, but both of them knew how strong Donna was, and what it could do to even Starfire’s beautiful body if she struck her at full strength with the alien unable to defend herself.
For her part, Starfire called on her deep inner strength, but also on her bitter experiences as a slave of the alien Citadel Empire. Many times while in their custody she had faced torture, either at the hands of her owners or her own traitorous sister Kormand’r. On the planet Okkara both she and her sister had trained as warriors, and as such how to endure pain. That training mixed with her own vast courage were the reason why Kori had survived the ordeals of six hellish years. She remembered how she had prepared herself each time they had come for her to hurt her again – the agony table, heat lances, pain probes, torture drones with arms tipped with blades and hooks and things far, far worse to inflict torment on the most tender parts of her teenage body for the amusement of her captors. There were days when they would torture her for hours, cutting, burning and shocking her prominent chest so that blood flowed down over breast. Stretching and legs and thighs and her womanly body twisted and heaved as she screamed in pain; and then would remove her, apply medical care to her injuries and then begin again, laughing and playing with themselves in front of her as they exercised their vile lusts on her helpless, shapely person again and again.
And so now Kori found that centre again – the belief that whatever happened she would endure, she would survive. And one day, when she was no longer in these chains, and her enemies were standing before her…
‘You time has begun,’ says the voice, and a dot appeared on Kori's midriff. ‘You may use any part to strike her - fists, shoulders, knees, feet. Be creative,’ the voice laughed evilly.
Donna blinked back tears, knotting her fist as the clock ticked down. Koriand’r steeled herself against the first of who knew how many blows.
Face filled with grief Donna struck, the blow to the midriff slamming hard into alien muscle, making Kori wince and stagger. Her muscles tightened against Donna’s fist, her abdomen sculpted like golden marble.
'You can do better, Wondergirl, don’t try our patience,’ said the speaker, the dot still over Kori's stomach.
Another voice filled the room, lighter but in no way gentler than the previous one. "The alien should not be allowed to tighten the muscles in her stomach. Would you be so kind and order her to relax and take the punch fully!"
‘You heard the command,’ came the first voice.
Donna shuddered, knowing they were ordering Kori to increase her own pain, and that the beautiful alien would comply to save lives. She gave Kori a slight nod to let her know what was coming, then let fly, the blow landing like the sound of wood breaking and the clenched fist sinking deep into Koriandr´s belly-pit. The alien had indeed relaxed, and he impact drove the air out of her in a cry of gut-wrenching agony. Starfire doubled in pain until the cuffs pull her up short, breasts dancing as she gasped noisily for air. Laughter filled the room, and then the dot shifted to her shoulder, near the collarbone.
Donna swallowed hard...then hit her friend on the marked spot so that Kori grunted in pain, flinging her hair back while the target shifted to her ribs. Donna followed, fighting tears, landing a jab that jarred bone and made Kori give a soft 'AAAAA!'. There was a feel of bone fracturing under the force of the blow and as Donna moved back Kori was standing favouring her uninjured side, her breathing more painful.
Then the dot was gone.
Donna wondered if the ordeal is over until she saw the flicker of light behind her friend, as Kori gasped and softly sobbed in pain. ‘Behind, my back,’ she hissed.
Donna blinked, understanding, moving like Hermes to get behind the battered Starfire where the dot lit her lower back. Heart filled with misery, Donna rammed her fist right into Starfire´s kidneys. Kori pitched forward, back arching as she gave a tight lipped scream. Her belly stretched flat as her ribs were thrust out by her arcing back, the force grinding those bones already damaged by the earlier blow so that if felt like someone had thrust a hot iron against Kori’s flesh beneath one rounded teat. With her navel stretched tight and incredible breasts pointing towards the ceiling, her legs shook in their cuffs and her arms were taught as she tried to tear herself free of the restraints.
The dot flickered to her upper leg so that Donna has to use her knee to ram into the smooth limb, making the muscle spasm agonizingly. Kori almost collapsed as her leg gave. 'Yes, use your legs,' ordered the first voice, not trying to hide its sick delight. The dot moved to the shoulder blade, so Donna had to move back for elevation, sobbing with every blow, her battle shouts full of anger as they made her beat her gorgeous friend bloody. Her black booted foot crashed into Kori’s scapula, breaking the skin with the heel and causing the alien to shriek as her shoulder was almost dislocated.
"The alien is a tough one!" the second voice said . "I´d like to see if the rest of her body is as resilient as her back and midriff!"
The dot shifted, dancing over one of Kori's impossibly firm breasts. Donna closed her eyes in horror. 'Kori, I cant,’ she wept.
Starfire’s eyes blazed. She was hurting, but her voice was resolute. 'You must Donna. Do it.’ Still Wondergirl hesitated. ‘For X'hals sake, hit me!’
Donna clenched her fist so hard a drop of blood appeared round her fingers, but merely stood looking anguished. Her own naked body was covered in sweat, breasts heaving as she breathed hard and small beads of moisture running down her stomach and thighs and the patch between her long legs. Her buttocks tensed magnificently as she steadied herself for the blow she was loathe to give. She flicked her head to clear the long black hair from her grief-filled blue eyes.
'Hit me,’ Kori shouted at her, her golden body equally shining with sweat but also trembling in pain. Her tone became harsh, angry. 'Hit me Donna, you weak bitch.’ She pulled herself straighter, ignoring the pain of her battered body. ‘Hit me and make it count. HIT ME!'
The stiletto-heeled kick smashed into yielding flesh, pummelling the tit and making the alien’s mouth fling wide in soundless agony. Her body was hurled back so hard that her damaged shoulder was wrenched out of place, the pain helping her find her voice in a short, high pitched shriek. As she hung there he dot shifted from one tit to the other, and Donna could only follow, smashing her boots into her best friends fabulous chest, making her scream in pain. Her breast flesh shuddered horribly with each strike, the amazing mounds of pleasure distorted and snapping back into shape over and over, so covered in bruises that oozed blood down over the full roundness and the tight golden nipples.
And it just wouldn’t stop...the dot switched from tit to tit relentlessly, as Donna followed with heart-shattering kicks to her friends breasts, tears streaming down her face. The Titan kicked again and again, striking the tits from above the side and making them stretch across Kori’s body, from below so that they were flung up so hard Starfire though they would tear loose from her chest before they fell bouncing back down. The dot traced around the firm nipple, and Donna listened to her friends scream as hard boot ground the stiff sensitive buds deep into Kori’s ample tits, making them ooze blood as they were left purple and swollen with pain. Koriandr was also sobbing brokenly, full of pain, bones grinding together from the punishing blows as she twisted in her bondage, but still refusing to beg, knowing that Donna had no choice but to continue.
KRACK!
'AAAHHHHH!"
SWACK!!
'ARRRGHHHH!!! X’hal, the pain...'
SMASH !!!
'ARRRRRR!!!!!"
‘Great, now her face,’ they called, the voices, besides themselves with despicable glee. ‘Use your fist! Bust her lip!’
Donna was weeping openly, but forced herself not to think as she punched Kori in the jaw, snapping back her head, then hit her again, splitting her lip and drawing blood, the ichor coating her knuckles as red stained spittle sprayed the floor. Kori gasped with each hit, almost passing out, and that seemed to anger the monsters watching. She was in so much pain now she was barely aware of what was happening. She knew only that she was hit over and over, her body a mass of agony filled meat as she was held in the shackles and pummelled senseless.
‘The cunt!,’ the freaks in charge howled. The dot materialized in the mound between Sarfire’s legs, the golden lips moist with both sweat and the blood running down Kori’s body. Donna screamed in primal rage but didn’t hesitate, the voices shrieking with mirth and their cries echoed by both women as Donna lashed out with her booted foot, Koris' pelvis almost shattering, soft tissue being pummelled mercilessly.
Her sex bleeding, the courageous alien tried to stay upright, not wanting her friend to know how much she was hurting her as Donna was forced to strike her face yet again. Kori’s nose bled, cuts on her face stinging with tears, her screams growing shriller as another series of lighting fast punches against her full chest left the golden skin purpling with bruises, fists sinking into the warrior princess’ mammal meat, crushing nerve-endings and glands
The dot reappeared again over the hairless mound between the aliens legs. Barely discernable amid the bloodstains.
‘Nooooo!’ Donna wailed, but already taking aim despite her rage.
"The knee!" the second voice ordered, filled with evil delight. "Use your knee!"
Donna sobbed with fury and rammed her knee with all of her might right into Koriand’r´s defenceless pussy, the blow lifting the golden-skinned beauty off her feet.
The sickening sound of hard bones mashing tender, female pubic lips filled the room...followed by a shrill cry of animalistic pain by the gorgeous gold alien as her sweet centre exploded with pain.
Her sex filled only with terrible pain that wiped away every conscious thought and made her body convulse massively, Kori’s mane of hair flew back and blood flew from her broken lips as she threw back her head and screamed her lungs out. Breasts shaking with the force of her howls and her nether lips were smashed one, twice, three times…she could feel herself being torn inside by the force of the blows, the nerve clusters in that soft tissue exploding like a supernova with every hammering blow. Donna struck again, and Kori coughed blood as the knee rammed upwards, thrusting her supple thighs apart as it lunged between them, crushing the faintly exposed lips of that sacred space and squashing it cruelly. Her clitoris was screaming messages of nightmarish pain as it was bludgeoned awfully and the meat of her woman hood was ground like raw meat between her friends’ knee and her own pelvic bone. Wondergirl could feel the damage she was doing, could feel the gentle softness of Starfire’s sexual being smashed and destroyed by her, praying that Kori could forgive her and wondering could she ever forgive herself as she drowned in the horror of it.
‘ENOUGH,’ called the fist voice!
The dot mercifully disappeared. Koriand’r sank down, as much as her shackles permitted, coughing and moaning, sobbing like a broken thing. Donna stopped, sucking in air, as she rushed to cradle the battered Tamaranean, Kori bleeding and panting, beaten almost unconscious.
‘Time for stage 2.’ said the voice.
A needle rose from the floor, piercing Starfire's calf. She gasped, but stiffened in Donna’s arms, becoming alert, but in no less pain. Kori cried out in surprise and suffering, spitting up blood over Wondergirl’s breasts and legs.
‘Now,’ announced the voice, ‘you turn, Donna Troy,’
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