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VIII
Diana
Vandal Savage had lived for almost 10 millennia, and in that time he had seen many amazing things. But for the immortal life of him, he could not remember any as breathtakingly satisfying as this.
The Amazon princess Diana continued to lick and suck at the pussy of the teenage Russian dance girl, smearing her lips and face with the slick juices of the girls arousal. Diana’s persistence began to suppress the pain of the Starro organism with stimulation of a much different kind. The tall heroine’s body was turned so that it faced Savage in its full glory, 5’11” of smooth supple flesh, athletic but curvaceous, with a tight waist, longs legs still clad in their tall red and white boots, and magnificent breasts that sat with a firm roundness that no ordinary human woman could hope for naturally and no plastic surgeon could hope to match. Her movement ministering to the tortured girl made her form undulate and quiver, and with her legs spread to allow her balance as she face-fucked the prisoner, Diana’s pink pussy mount sat exposed like a soft gentle swelling of fleshy paradise.
Beside the undying villain the two Sangtee watched enraptured as the elder Russian approached the limit of her endurance. Savage had to admit the ex-cosmonaut was a credit to her nation, not just in her attractive face and finely toned body but also in her resilience under the clit torture administered by the tiny alien in her pussy. Most women would have a suffered a cardiac arrest or embolism by this time, and the majority of those that survived this long would have been reduced to blubbering insanity by the pain shredding their nervous system. But without any super-powers the red-haired mother was still alive and, to judge by the muffled curses coming from her gagged mouth, reasonably coherent.
Was it this strength that attracted Wonder Woman to her, or were females of this ilk just drawn to cross the Amazon’s path? Savage shrugged mentally. It did not matter what the answer was, since ultimately both Tasha and Diana would soon be dead.
Savage looked at Diana’s pussy again, flexing and dilating with the rhythm of her lusty tonguing of teenage quim. Not too soon of course, he promised himself.
Inside the force field, Diana heard Tasha losing her battle with the Starro punishing her defenceless clitoris and knew she had no more time to waste. Quickly she slipped her mouth from Mishka’s juice-soaked pussy to glance down at where the twenty-something mother was strapped to her saddle, the Amazon moving her own black tufted slit towards the redheads splayed thighs. Mishka moaned in frustration as Diana ceased her rapturous eating of her womanhood, but Diana needed to see to get herself positioned quickly. Tasha’s seat rose about two feet off the platform, her legs splayed at an almost 90 degree angle with the line of the sender limbs rising to her knees came up just higher than her waist, before running down to her shackled feet. Pushing her buttocks of the floor and supporting her weight with one outstretched arm, Diana swung her long right leg up and then over the top of Tasha’s left as they faced each other, bringing it down to rest on the floor draped over the Russian’s left hip. The smooth motion acted to bring their pink clefts into line, the two sensuous flowers of womanhood hovering inches apart.
With her finger diddling the teenager to keep her aroused, Diana eased her sex into contact with the girl’s mother, their sex-lips coming together with a gentle smack of flesh against flesh. Wasting no time Diana moved her hips, using the motion to spread both their labia’s and let their most intimate flesh rub against each other. She pressed and wiggled, desperate to find Tasha’s button that she had experienced so joyfully in the past, until at last…
‘GGGAAAAAAAA!!!’
The pain hit Diana with an unreal quality, as if she were experiencing it outside her body. One moment she was starting to pussy-fuck her former lover, the next she was arcing her body as her love-meat was filled with a terrible searing fire. The Amazon gasped and moaned, pulling herself away from the cosmonaut instinctively. Tasha moaned louder. Her head pulled back, and her breasts and body was covered with diamond drops of sweaty pain.
Swearing in ancient Greek Diana braced herself and forced her hips back, again placing her labia against Tasha’s and rotating her waist to tease the red-head’s nether lips open. With her tongue deep in the daughter the Amazon princess found the mother’s clit and jammed her own hips hard.
Again the Russians suffering flooded into the heroine’s own sexual being, but this time Diana kept the contact firm. The muscles along her tapered thighs tensed like steel cables, but she refused to pull away. Under her long lashes her blue eyes looked along the length of her own twitching body to see Tasha regaining her senses as her pain subsided. Gradually the lovely mother was becoming aware of the very different sensation swelling between her legs.
‘Giarna,’ the elder Russian groaned around her bit-gag. The superheroines’ silky pussy was sending waves of desire through her red-tufted quim as pain gave way to swelling waves of pleasure as quickly as a switch being thrown. Her eyes met the heavy lidded glance of the muscular Amazon, seeing the anguish in those liquid blue eyes but also the determination, and the love. She could see Diana’s tongue flickering in her daughter’s pussy, the gratitude and shame torturing her heart as fully as the insidious Starro bud had tormented her flesh.
Standing outside the force field the three men watched the unfolding drama with passionate interest, their eyes roaming over the three female bumping and grinding together in their miserable bondage. The Sangtee general grunted periodically as he observed the responses of Diana’s warrior body to the painful stimulation to her mouth and cunt, breathing deeply as he watched her own chest shudder and heave with every breath. Next to him the noble’s purple gaze switched almost frantically from Diana’s tongue lapping at Mishka’s pink gaping cleft, to the sight of her and Tasha’s pussy meat rubbing against each other, over and over. One of the heroines booted feet braced against the floor as their thighs interlocked and both women bodies moved to the rhythm of the Amazon’s pumping hips.
Even Savage was not unmoved by the sight of
carnal female suffering before him. Not since his days in Caligula’s
However, while that was certainly an encounter to be anticipated, other needs took precedence. Not that what followed would be without any visceral reward. Turning his head without averting his eyes from the spectacle on the platform, Savage laid his hand lightly on the Sangtee noble’s shoulder to get his attention, then nodded with a smile.
The Noble signalled to the General, who nodded in response. Both men stepped through the force field with only a flicker of energy to outline their armoured forms.
For all her suffering, Diana was not the least less aware of her surroundings. Her warrior senses detected the approach of the Sangtee instantly, and she seized at her chance, bracing herself to rise. Tasha and Mishka could not endure the pain of the Starro buds for more than 30 seconds at most, but that was 20 seconds more than she would need to incapacitate these scum and effect their freedom.
Savage, however, had anticipated her again. Her merest movement to pull away from the red-haired mother and daughter sent a jolt of excruciating pain arcing through her body, and left both the other prisoners howling incoherently. The pain filled her mind with a flood of blinding light that seemed to be searing her eyes from her head, leaving her reeling.
‘A word of advice, Princess,’ she heard Savage saying from his place on the other side of the force field. ‘By connecting to both aliens at the same time, your nervous system and that of your Russian partners are now linked through the Starro implants, and will continue to be so until they detatch. Removing your ministrations would be akin to tearing off a limb for those involved. You would probably survive the shock, of course, but the other ladies…’ He felt no need to complete the sentence.
Savage craned his head so that he could see the Princess glaring hatefully at him through tear filled eyes, but she immediately began lapping and humping the other females again.
Diana let her anger feed her strength, needing every bit of it to keep her contact with the pair of prisoners. Her ass tensed as she used her legs and arm to hold herself off the ground and massage Tasha’s fevered vagina with her own now-gaping mons, while her swiftly dancing tongue felt as if it had been wired into a power source and jolts of electricity sent roaring through it. The agony made her face twist with pain and the athletic beauty felt like her jaw was being torn away.
Standing over the three women, the Sangtee prepared to take things to the next level. As Diana glanced up with wetness in her eyes each drew out one of the neural whips they had recently used on her. The other women whimpered and groaned at the sight, and Diana flinched in her sexing. Was there any deed too heinous for these monsters?
‘The neural link with these other bitches which Lord Savage spoke of provides us with so many possibilities,’ the alien noble purred to the wiggling Amazon. ‘You can feel the pain being applied through the Starro creature in their vile soft reproductive system, but it also allows a conduit for other sources of suffering, like…this!’
With a flick of his hand, he sent the whipcord snaking around Mishka’s teenage waist and across the small of her back. The energy discharge made the young dance girl shriek and convulse, and suckling at her pussy Diana moaned as she felt identical agony tearing at her own back and flared waist. It was truly as if the purple sadist had used the whip on Diana herself.
While she was still groaning, the General brought his own arm up and then laid a hissing stroke across Tasha’s gleaming belly. The former cosmonaut let her head drop back as she howled brokenly, and again Diana felt the pain ripping at her own sweat-painted flesh, like a hot blade slicing her open. Both of them jerked spasmodically, pulling their sopping pink womanhoods away from each other. Instantly they felt themselves subjected to even more horrible pain through the neural bonding.
‘These tools are extremely effective, as you know, whore Princess,’ the Noble was saying. ‘They adjust to the neural signature of the target, maximizing the subject’s pain, but they are also quite flexible in their application. Observe.’
He held the whip where Diana could stare up at it from where she was using her tongue to delve into Mishka’s pouting pink folds, and touched a button. As she watched, the cord retracted to almost half its length, stiffening as it went to create a slender metal wand three feet long and crackling with energy.
The nineteen year old watched the tip of the wand dip down toward her pierced navel, eyes wide and shaking her head as she whimpered through the gag. Tasha grunted loudly in anger, pulling at her shackled wrists. Diana could only watch, the hand that was braced on the floor to support her raised form tensed.
The wand touched Mishka’s navel lightly, and there was a green spark. The young girl shrieked loudly and sucked in her belly. Diana felt a burst of energy jolt her own abdomen, the muscles stiffening into knots.
Laughing the Sangtee moved the wand tip down. Mishka was watching with her eyes wide and tears running down her cheeks, desperately trying to suck in her stomach further, so that her belly was a steep inward curve and her sternum stood out boldly. It was useless. The metal tip found her navel again, and again the green flare washed over her.
‘GRAAAAAAAAAAAAA!’
Mishka stared wide eyes at the roof as the pain surged through her, and Diana felt like a red hot poker had been thrust into her belly button. She shuddered, pulling her fingers from their work at Mishka’s love mound to clutch at her stomach. Her sounds of pain vibrated through the wet meat of the girl’s young pussy.
Seeing the Amazon clutching at her burning abdomen, the General adjusted his whip to its wand function and stood near the groaning Tasha. The lithe female heretic was swivelling her hips to stimulate her pussy against that of the Amazon whore as her body yielded to an ancient need. With a deft movement he brought the metal rod in contact with Tasha’s left elbow, smiling as a scream gurgled from the humping Terran woman. Better still, the pain was instantly relayed to the big-breasted Amazon. Feeling her left arm flooded with agony, the slut Princess was forced to shift her right hand at her belly, slamming it down onto the floor for extra support so she could maintain physical contact with her fellow slaves.
Savage watched Diana shift her stance, supporting her raised body now using her feet and hands as she thrust her magnificent tits upwards, never ceasing the pumping and grinding of her hips as she pussy-fucked the elder hostage. With the change in her position the Princess was forced to turn so that she was leaning backwards, her head upside down as she sucked and licked tirelessly at the teenagers pulsing clit. The villain could see the long black tresses foaming down behind Wonder Woman’s head, while her firm round ass tensed rhythmically as she pleasure both torture victims. Pushed up from the floor by her powerful arms and her boot-clad legs, the Amazons body was a thing of carnal wonder, a long neck arching down towards impossibly firm breasts peaked with perfect nipples and set above a rippling vista of a midriff. The whole wonderful physique was lathered with perspiration that was half from sex, half from suffering.
Diana could feel the sweat forming between her breasts and the weight of her long black hair as she nuzzled and lapped at Miska’s juice slick quim-hole, fucking Tasha’s fiery pelvis by feel alone. She felt incredibly vulnerable. All her warrior instincts rebelled at the awareness of having her unprotected belly offered up like a piece of meat to her enemies but she knew she could not stop, must continue to debase her self for the sake of her fellow prisoners. Not matter what happened to her, Tasha and her daughter would not die miserably in this wretched cell. The pain washing over her tongue and vagina sent jolts of molten fire racing up and down her spine. The torment burned in her mind mercilessly, but she continued to fight the torture of the Starro buds with every fibre of her ravishing form.
The Noble watched the hated enemy of his race continue in her hopeless struggle, her very willingness to resist in the face of her certain defeat and offence to him. This whore must be taught, once and for all, the stupidity of pitting simpering female flesh against the power of the Sangtee.
The Noble brought the wand up and jabbed it against the inner curve of the mewling girl’s pert breast. Instantly the sweat soaked Terran slut screeched and flailed in her saddle as her tit-flesh was filled with crackling, nerve-burning power.
Between the two women, Diana too felt her bulging breast blaze with agony as the Starro at her lips conferred Mishka’s suffering to her. Her eyes scrunched even tighter as she tried to ignore the new pain adding to her personal hell.
Cursing, the Noble lifted the wand and jabbed again at the other tit, this time pushing the metal tip deep into the yielding young melon and holding it in place.
Diana felt the pain throbbing in the one breast as the second assault flared in the other like a bolt of lighting surging into her firm rounded chest. It made her mouth go wide and she buried her face between Mishka’s tapering thighs, her groan of pain filling the suffocating musky space behind the girl’s pussy lips. The pain grew and grew, and her brain filled with white fire as her tortured tit was burned from within by alien energy. It sizzled and scorched its way through her nerves in the shuddering pink hemisphere, like a swarm of savage clawed insects trying to rip outwards from the flesh of her womanly chest.
Poised next to the older woman the General watched the Amazon enduring the torture with stubborn fortitude. He doubted any soldier of his command could have shown greater courage, and the knowledge stabbed at him like a knife. Who was this pink-skinned whore to shame the efforts of the best and bravest of the Sangtee army? Growling with rage he too shifted his instrument to its wand setting and swung it down. But rather than aiming for Tasha’s sweetly rounded breasts he jabbed the tip into the diamond shaped space formed by the inward curve of her buttocks.
Tasha squealed, slamming her pelvis against Diana’s superhuman flesh with such force that she left her mons bruised. The pain transferred to Diana through the link made her do likewise, the two pussies coming together with bone-crushing energy. Tasha screamed louder as she felt her flushed and pouting sex being ground like raw meat against flesh that could withstand the impact of an 18 wheel truck, while the joints in her hips threatened to be dislocated by the strain.
Tasha’s piercing cry penetrated the haze of suffering around Diana’s mind and she pulled back, fighting against the pain burning between her savagely clenched ass cheeks. The excruciating suffering in her breast still burned without relent and now the wand at Tasha’s tailbone was making her whole lower spine light up with spasms of agony. Beneath her up-thrust form drops of sweat fell onto the steel flooring from her squirming body. Her powerful hands pressed into the metal plating with such force that it groaned softly and began to twist and bulge about her clawing fingers, while the muscles of her incredible abdomen rippled beneath the taught skin.
Contemptuously the two Sangtee used their pain-wands to sadistically torment to the pair of already suffering women, smiling at the gagged screams and choked weeping as they jabbed the prisoners trembling bodies over and over. Diana felt every hissing stab of suffering in her own battered flesh. Her midsection blazed with fire as the General stabbed his instrument into Tasha’s midsection, and her thighs screamed and spasmed as the Noble beat young Mishka’s with the metal rod. Ever and again she felt the pain rip through the flesh of her curvaceous chest, shredding the nerves clustered within to bloody ribbons.
At one point, both vile captors stuck their wands deep into the mother and daughters right nipples, and Diana felt the double agony tearing at her own tit-peak. She was sure the quivering nubbin must burst into flame, or explode from her anguished teat while she shuddered and heaved betwixt the screeching auburn haired duo. It was like some demon had pierced Diana’s with red hot hooks and ripped the round nubbins from her shrieking breasts.
The tortured women were nearing exhaustion, and still the Starro kept its hideous grip on their intimate flesh. Diana’s own body was shivering with the pain being inflicted upon it, and she knew that only the terrible stimulation of the neural jolts had prevented Tasha and her daughter from lapsing into shock or unconsciousness. If it were not for her taking the agony of the Starro creatures into herself, both women would no doubt have died in agony long ago. As she felt her strength flagging Diana knew she must act now, whatever the cost to herself.
Oh Strong Athena, she prayed silently, grant your daughter your courage. Oh tender Aphrodite, lend me your secret skills.
The Princess felt her resolve harden, her quaking arms and legs steady themselves. Pallas Athena was goddess of wisdom as well as strength in battle, and at her birth had granted the Diana with the gift of insight. That wisdom suddenly blazed in the young heroine’s mind. The Sangtee did not believe they could be defeated by a woman, but she had proven them wrong. This torture was made to break not her flesh, but her spirit. In a flash she understood that shame was their weapon here, yoked to her warrior pride so as to blunt the force of her will. Diana looked past it. These things were not her design, but things done to her and the women with her. It didn’t matter what happened to her, what humiliation she endured. She needed only to set her sights on saving those she loved from death.
In the same moment Athena had bestowed her wisdom, beauteous Aphrodite had granted her the loving heart that was her gift. Diana called on that gift now. Sundering the shackles of her pride she reached up, grasping Mishka about the legs and plunging her tongue into her deepest being.
‘OOOOOOO.’ The girls moan was loud even through the gag, and her eyes went wide. She could feel the Amazons fluttering tongue like a current racing through her pussy, making it tingle. A wave of pure bliss washed over her, pushing back the pain of the torture as she stiffened with desire. On the other side of the trio Tasha also gasped as she felt Diana’s clit rubbing against he own, their pink lips pressed in a kiss more sensual and intimate than she had ever known. Warmth flooded her belly, filling it with a roiling pleasure that built towards ecstasy.
The Sangtee sensed the change instantly and scowled. ‘Now we see you for the whore you are, Amazon,’ the Noble growled. ‘Eat this little slut’s pussy while we fry her tight little dugs. Make her scream for us while you lick at her cunt!’
Having said it the Sangtee thrust the pain rod into Mishka’s trembling young tit, the jolt arcing across her chest in a rain of green sparks. Diana winced inwardly as the pain travelled to her own chest, but Mishka only gave a brief whimper. Then again she moaned in undisguised pleasure as Diana’s tongue blessed her swollen clitoris with more of its artful swirling, twisting the alien-covered bud to make its owner wriggle with sexual fervour.
The Noble looked on in disgust at the young girl’s lack of suffering, and the General grunted in surprise. ‘Let us see the mother ignore this,’ he spat. Without preamble, he adjusted the power on his rod up a setting and jammed the sparking tip against Tasha’s sphincter.
Diana arched her form as she experienced the awful crackling pain roasting the tender ring of her anus, shooting up her spine like a million stinging scorpions, but she did not relent. Her wet cleft was sucking and laving Tasha’s own sweet sex without pause, pushing the former cosmonaut deeper into a rich, overpowering carnal rapture. Tasha was awash with the feeling of female euphoria that overpowered the pain being inflicted on her. It left her unable to think, unable to do anything but feel the wonderful liquid pleasure between her spread legs.
Beside the fucking women both purple skinned aliens ground their teeth with frustration as their victims whimpered not in misery but a happiness that was becoming almost too much to bear. Mother and daughter both quivered and trembled as they felt their bodies awash with such love and passion as they had never experienced. It left them gasping, breathless. They strained in their bondage to be nearer to the woman worshipping their sexual being with her own luscious form.
The Sangtee faces were masks of hatred as they watched the women ignoring their rightful suffering. ‘Damn you,’ the Noble snarled at Diana, watching her fuck the other without shame or regret. ‘You will bow down and beg at our feet, whore!’
Stepping closer to her the slender alien reached back and stabbed the pain wand into her abdomen in a shower of green sparks.
For Diana the sensation was as if burning coals had suddenly appeared inside her body. She heaved up again, her arms and legs trembling as the muscles spasmed, and she groaned deep into the younger Russian’s now sopping wet pussy. She paused only for a moment at her sucking of the girls clitoris, pressing the bud hard between her full lips and rolling it with the tip of her tongue, pulling it into her mouth. Below her navel she used the rictus in her legs to rub Tasha’s cunt wantonly, the muscles spasms making her trimmed pussy quiver against the cosmonaut. The proud mother shook her head wildly, humping against the Amazon’s flushed sex-mound.
‘Foul harlot,’ the General barked, then looked up at his superior. ‘The bold slut is using her pain to fuck them.’
‘I can see that,’ snapped the Noble, adjusting the setting on his neural wand. His mouth turned downward in an expression of pure hatred. ‘If she is such a sluttish creature, then let us help her to fuck them well.’
Diana was aware of the words, and braced herself for the onslaught. Twelve strokes of the neural lash were supposed to be enough to destroy the mind of any victim, and how many had she endured already. The weapons’ setting had been locked so they did not increase in agony with every assault, but even so the writhing Princess knew that she could endure such torment endlessly – sooner or later even she would reach the limit of what her wondrous body could withstand. Did the pain that had flowed into her from Tasha and Mishka count, not to mention the agony still firing her tongue and her sexual organs from the Starro’s. How much could even her gods-granted strength endure?
All these thoughts raced through her mind in a flash before they were crowded out by the only thing that really mattered. Saving the two women either side of her. Her splendid body shook on the verge of collapse, but she never wavered. If she had to die in ultimate pain to save her friend and her daughter, so be it.
The first wand jabbed into her belly again, and once more her abdomen was full of stinging scorpions hell-fire in their poison, making her stretch til her spine was cracking. The second pushed deep into her inner thigh, and sent wave after wave of blistering fire racing along the nerves. Her legs strained in knots of agony as her pussy frictioned desperately against the red-trimmed twat of her old lover.
They hurt her everywhere, from the nape of her neck to the calves curving down into her high red and white boots. Her belly, her legs, her tits, even the swell of her desperately humping sex were made to endure the energy of the wands tearing at her being, ripping her to pieces from within. Her whole body was in an ague of pain, and Diana knew that her torturers had deactivated the hold setting on their tools, meaning that each jolt would be more and more terrible.
Unable to dissuade the black haired heroine from her task, the Sangtee switched their torture devices back to their whip mode. With an outraged snarl both aliens brought their whips down across Diana’s tits.
Outside the field Savage watched with rapt attention as the whips crisscrossed the most perfect breasts in the world, flaying them with green fire. The red-haired bitches at either end of Wonder Woman moaned like the most wanton whores as Diana used all her sexual prowess on them while she suffered the agonies of hell. All six feet of her beautiful form gleamed like wet bronze as she wriggled her hips and tongue against the copper-tressed cunts of the Russians. The groans of ecstasy from each as they sat with their heads cast back and their tits heaving with passion would have been enough to harden the cock of a eunuch. After four blows to her trembling chest even Diana’s muffled screams could be hear from the slick folds of the younger captives pussy, and Diana reached up to rap her arms about the girls waist, pulling herself up to Miska’s hot sex and using the leverage to smear herself even more tightly against the girls mother.
As Savage looked on the cosmonauts head come up, her eyes half closed as she watched the Amazons pussy fucking her between their interlaced legs. She seemed completely unaware of the men whipping her lover to death, or of her own offspring quivering and jerking in her bondage while her cunt was licked, nibbled and sucked to the peaks of delight. It was as if the Princess had cast some kind of sexual spell over both her companions, making them incapable to recognize anything except the seething ball of coital fire building explosively in their womanhood.
Her body torn relentlessly by the alien whips, Diana knew she did not have long to survive. Her tongue felt swollen in her mouth and her clitoris was ready to explode into flames. The lashing of her proudly up-thrust breasts felt like the skin was being peeled from those incredible mounds in ragged, bloody strips. The pain from the neural shocks was making her heart spasm in her chest. That pumping organ hammered against her ribs in fits and starts, threatening to seize up and burst at any moment.
Through the connection she had forged with the skills of Aphrodite she knew that the two women with her were close to letting go, to experiencing the climax that would release them from the personal hell of the Starro born anguish. But even as she pushed them towards that glorious release Diana’s own vitality was failing. The diminishing returns of her fervour were barely enough to keep Tasha and Mishka at the precipice. Any moment her efforts would falter and they would slip back, her weariness condemning them all to a horrific death.
There was only one way to endure the horror being inflicted on her body, and Diana was loathe to do it. It meant going against everything she believed in, everything that the Amazon nation stood for. But if she did not, in moment all three captives would be dead. Diana could make that choice for herself, but not for her companions.
Again she focused her mind inwards, pushing aside the terrible pain coursing through her and concentrating her thoughts on the golden haired Aphrodite, goddess of love in all its forms, including the purely physical. The living embodiment of sexuality, Aphrodite was skilled in the arts of physical pleasure, both of giving it and finding it. Now Diana needed to call on the one aspect of that great understanding that she had thought never to explore. Finding pleasure…in receiving pain!
Every part of her soul rebelled from the idea, but Diana knew that there were people, women and men, who derived sexual pleasure from physical suffering. It was not the Amazon way to descry any belief or philosophy out of hand, but given their past experience at the hands of Heracles and his lust-crazed soldiers, the women of Themyscria were predictably appalled at such a practice. Diana knew that her sisters would never understand. At best she would be looked upon by them as a pariah, but for the sake of Tasha and Mishka she had no choice.
The Princess let Aphrodite’s awareness hum through her again. She felt the glow of the goddess’ power in the trembling bodies of the Russian women as the pleasure in their sex-clefts protected them from the pain that would have overwhelmed and destroyed them. Now Diana also directed that energy inwards on her own being, feeling the tingle in her flesh. Aphrodite taught that true pleasure began within, and Amazons learned that their first sexual partner should always be themselves. Diana understood the intimacies of her body as well as any women of her race. Now she employed that understanding as the whips flailed against her over and over.
All this happened in the blink of an eye. One moment she felt herself paused over the abyss, ready to be cast down. Then the whip struck again with a terrible crackling hiss and…
Diana gasped. As the alien fire tore at the nerves of her battered mammary she experienced a surge of pleasure rivalling any she had known. Guilt tried to deny it, but the black haired beauty groaned with desire as her entire body lit up with pain.
This time the Sangtee were not immediately aware of the change, but watching intently Savage picked up the shift almost at once. Diana’s body still shuddered violently under the abuse, but now those movements were subtly altered, the shifting of that marvellous expanse of female flesh almost seeming to deliberately entice punishment. The green sparks of pain skittered across her beaten form and it spasmed and twisted, but now rather than retreating it seemed to lift itself up to meet the strokes of the lash, straining to let the whip strike it even a split second sooner, a fraction harder. Wonder Woman’s body was so tense her flayed hide was as taught as a drum, stretching itself to make it as sensitive as possible to every agony-filled stroke of the whips.
The Sangtee flailed away with their neural lashes, striking in a frenzy of hatred and cruelty. Blow after blow landed on that magnificent arched form, enough to kill any being twice over. The black haired woman before them should have been reduced to a quivering, mindless thing, her nervous system utterly destroyed by the energy blazing through it, but she endured. Her whole body was covered in red stripes from her neck to her knees, every glorious inch torn by suffering no human could survive.
Beneath the lash Diana felt as if she would burst apart. Her skin was aflame with pain but also with passion – hot, wild, savage wantonness that could not be contained. Not since she had surrendered herself to Pan’s chaos to best the Joker had she known such unbridled sensation, but this went far beyond that. She felt every stroke across her midriff and thighs and swollen tits, the pain glorious. The lash bit at her navel, slicing at her firm Amazon nipples so that her head was filled with green fire, making her skull feel like it would split apart even as her sex tensed and throbbed with enjoyment. Some small part of her cried out in despair but she ignored it as she knew she must. Let herself for one second resist the dark desire filling her and the torture would kill both her and her friends. This was the only way, to hurl herself headlong into the jaws of agony and willingly find ecstasy. To enjoy the pain, and as a woman surrender ultimately to its power to make her…make her….
With a sudden wrenching groan Diana’s whole body arched like a bow, jerking fitfully. Her cry echoed in the moist centre of Mishka’s womanly recess as Diana’s hand left her waist and darted up to the girls swollen clit, rubbing it in time with her furiously working tongue. Mishka cried out too, pressing her cunt down onto the super-heroine’s face to let her tongue delve deeply into her. On the other side of the platform, Tasha gasped and grunted loudly as she felt Diana’s vagina tighten and clench, the action pulling at her own pussy lips and sending the mother over the edge of passion. She leaned forward, the sounds of climax torn from her as she and Diana pussy fucked each other to orgasm.
‘Impossible!’ shrieked the Sangtee Noble. ‘You cannot do this,’ he shouted at Diana’s twisting body between the two red-heads. ‘You are supposed to die. Die damn you, DIE!’ He and the General laid on again with the whips, battering Diana’s reddened flesh until green lightning played over her tits and body, snapping and hissing as it burned its way into her.
Diana was beyond them, in the throws of sexual rapture. She came hard, grunting into Mishka’s juice slick pussy, and even before her first climax had ebbed the pain flaring like a million venomous stings across her wounded skin made her cum again, one orgasm on top of the other so she felt like the heat of a furnace was radiating out through her body. Deep in Aphrodite’s gift with the Princess, the two women wailed and gasped in ultimate pleasure, mother and daughter brought to a howling peak of sexual joy. The three of them made a tableau to the gods of sex, crying out and moving together in the essence of their womanhood. Three long pairs of legs stretched, , three sets of breasts heaved and quivered, and three red mouths opened to let out cries of raw passion. All this made all the more stirring by the two aliens brutally beating the six foot hero-goddess bringing them all three beautiful women their grunting, gasping, sweating release.
In the midst of her thundering ecstasy, Diana felt the Starro buds let go from each girls’ clitoris, their pain finally defeated by pleasure.Instantly her blue eyelids, closed tight with stars exploding behind her long lashes, snapped wide.
The Sangtee raised their hands for another flurry of blows, determined to end the life of this female abomination once and for all. Before they could move they each felt a hand that twist steel close about their throats.
Freed of the Starro’s connection to the two still groaning women, Diana rose up, lifting both aliens clear of the ground. Her body was covered in sweat and glowing welts, and her loins and mouth were stained with sex. But all the aliens noticed were her eyes. They burned like blue fire, righteous fury blazing in her gaze. There was no mercy there at all.
The General tried to reach for his gauntlet to activate some weapon, but Diana moved faster than could be seen, dropping the Noble and using her free hand to grasp the bigger Sangtee’s armoured glove and tear it off in a shower of metal shards. Seeing the Noble scuttling for the safety of the force field she hurled the burly alien in her grasp against the wall with such force that he sank to the ground leaving a dark blue smear from his broken skull on the stonework. Diana paused for half a heartbeat, then pounced as her target reached the energy barrier.
As she had hoped, something in his armour disrupted the field and allowed him to pass through. As he did she plunged through with him, the energy barrier crackling across her skin like she was being rubbed by nails but allowing her to pass.
A quick move slammed the man’s face into the stone, knocking him senseless, and then Diana rose like a effigy of wrath to face the waiting Vandal Savage.
Close to collapse, the almost naked heroine knew she had only one chance before the ancient villain sounded the alarm and she lost her chance to free the hostage Amazons. Her black hair hung in dishevelled ringlets over her lovely features, and behind those dark tresses her blue eyes flashed like lightning amid storm clouds. ‘Your turn, monster,’ she spat, all her remaining gods given strength and speed going into the desperate lunge at the bearded mastermind.
She was a foot from him, fingers reaching out for the throat beneath that smirking bearded visage, a red haze beginning to creep across her sight.
Then something in her belly exploded.
She did not even remember hitting the ground. She must have been brought up short in mid leap. Savage’s immaculate leather shoes were before her, while her breasts were pillowed against the stone floor as she tried to push herself up. She could hear his cultured voice drifting down as if from some great height.
‘A worthy effort, Princess, but a wasted one. Thank you for your assistance today. You may be assured it will prove invaluable.’
She tried to drag herself up but sensation hot and wild crashed over her. Diana cried out, clutching between her legs as a nova erupted there, its power roaring through her until her mind could endure no more. With a final cry, she tumbled headlong into a blinding whiteness.
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