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Part VI
Zatanna
Zatanna screamed into the gag in her mouth as she felt the skin on her thigh burning; a long slow line of fiery pain that inched from the back of her knee up around her inside leg and towards the soft feminine mound between her splayed limbs.
She tugged on the cords holding her in place, feeling blood oozing from her wrists and ankles. Tears flowed down from her eyes as she strained her head back, trying not to look at the human ghoul kneeling over her on the table. She knew he loved seeing the pain on her face – he had told her as much as he tortured her. She hated him, and anything she could do to lessen his pleasure she tried. But in her heart she knew there was nothing she could do that would stop him from enjoying his twisted punishment of her body.
Dr Light bit his lip as he moved the laser light projected from his finger inch by sadistic inch, watching his victim’s skin smoking under the heat as he burned her. The laser he projected from his finger had sliced through the leather of her high boots easily, but so far he kept the power low as he burned her. Similar scorch marks were traced her belly, her arms, and her other leg. He watched the limb quivering, heard the sound of the woman’s pain coming in moans and choked cries. The goatee beard on his long, angular face moved slightly as he wet his lips, watching her suffer.
He was naked, except for his headpiece with its white fin crest, kneeling with his legs either side of Zatanna’s hips. His right hand was used to move the laser beam over her skin, burning a reddish black line across the sweat soaked leg. His left hand was on his cock, which was thrust fully erect from his gangly body. He played with himself lightly as he hurt her, enjoying the added humiliation to her of seeing him fondle his engorged penis as she suffered.
‘It hurts, doesn’t it?’ he chuckled, extending the line up towards the point where here leg merged into her crotch. With a thought he made the beam a little hotter, seeing smoke rise from the wound and hearing her moan rise to a muffled scream. Zatanna had thought at first she could keep her screams from him, but he had taught her that was foolish. “That’s it, bitch, don’t try to hold back your screams. They’re so sexy!” He spat the last words, making the beam hot enough to burn straight through her leg and out the other side. She convulsed in agony, squirming under him as he watched her breasts bounce while her scream turned into a shriek.
He cut of the beam. “We don’t want all that thrashing around to see your pretty leg sliced off,” he hissed happily. “There’ll be time for that later when I’ve gotten tired of you. Not that I expect that to happen for quite a while.”
He leaned over her, and Zatanna could see the sweat on his body. Her own torso was covered in a wet sheen from having writhed in her bondage, but his was the result of pure lust. He had sliced away the remains of her shirt, but left her bra in place pushed down around her breasts.
The hand that had been fondling his cock gripped her chin and pulled her face around to look at his, and she could smell the scent of his phallus clinging to his fingers. There was a light in his eyes that had nothing to do with the photons he mentally manipulated, and it made her sick to look at him.
The female magician gagged as she tried to pull her body inside the metal table so that his dick wouldn’t brush against her. But it was impossible. A shudder ran through her as she felt the moist, wet head of his organ rubbing her belly.
“You fucked up my mind, Zatanna,” he told her. His eyes were full of desire but also of hate. “And for what – because I raped Elongated Man’s wife?” He actually laughed at the memory. “Sue Dibny knew what a REAL elongated man’s dick felt like by the time I was done with her.”
Even through her pain and fear Zatanna found the will to glare at the sick monster looming over her. If the gag were not in her mouth Light would have been in her place in an instant, suffering whatever torment Zatanna could utter in words.
“You thought you could make me better, didn’t you?” he asked her. He was brushing the head of his cock against her skin as he talked. “You think you’re better than me, I know. But the truth is I LIKE being who I am, and what I am.” He bit his lip, flushed with the power he had over her. “I like raping women. Not just fucking them – I like it when they hate it.” He leaned over her, and she could feel his breath on her face. “You’re going to hate it when I rape you, Zatanna. You’re going to hate my cock in you but you’ll beg for it anyway, because you’re just a weak little cunt.”
Light smiled wider seeing the hatred burning in her eyes. “I watched those other men raping you, you know,” he told her, playing with her hair. Her nostrils flared as she looked up at him in contempt. “All those men, fucking you over and over,” he giggled. “You look like you were enjoying it.” He glowered at her. “I’m going to have to make sure you don’t enjoy me.”
She swallowed, feeling sick just listening to him speak. She knew though that what he was the best part of what was going to happen to her in this room.
“I don’t remember how many times I came watching their cocks in you,” he said, wetting his lips. “You really must be a filthy little cunt to enjoy having dozens of murdering bastards fuck you like a cheap whore.” He looked down at her breasts, breathing quicker. “I don’t want this to give you pleasure.” His hand reached towards her breasts, his fingertips starting to glow. “I want you to hate this, to remember it as the worst moment of you life – right up to the moment you beg me to die.”
Zatanna watched, feeling the heat from his fingertips on the skin of her tit. She tried to hold her breath but she felt her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted to scream at him, curse him to hell, but the gag in her mouth would not let her do more than gurgle and drool.
His fingers touched her skin.
The pain was thin red-hot needles pricking her flesh. She shuddered and he smiled like the demon he really was. He began working his fingers over her tits, the laser light he projected burning red welts in the soft mounds of her chest.
“GGGGHHHHKKKK!”
Light giggled at the sound of her pain. He squeezed her breasts with his fingertips, and the same time stabbing them with thin short rays of energy. Not too deep – he didn’t want to risk piercing her lungs or heart. Tiny flashes speared down into the fatty tissue, scorching it over and over in microsecond bursts of suffering. Zatanna jerked and twitched under his torture, her head twisted to one side so that her black hair partly concealed her face. Light’s cock rubbed against her thigh as he stabbed his laser beams into the tit meat over and over, leaving a wet slime of pre-cum on her already sweat damp skin.
“I burned that Dibny bitch too,” he whispered at her. Zatanna could only sob softly in reply. “Not all over, I didn’t have time,” he went on. “But I have time with you, Zatanna.” He lifted up his hand and held it near her face. Zatanna looked up out of the corner of one tear filled eye as the whole palm started to glow. “I have all the time I need.” With a beam of light from one finger he burned through her bra strap, tugging it down out of the way so he could have free access to the full young breast at his mercy.
He slapped his hand hard down onto her left breast, making a loud thwack as the boob was pressed down by the force. At first she only felt the stinging pain of the blow, making her gasp.
Then she felt the heat.
“NNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
His hand and fingers burned against her skin like red hot irons. The white glow turned her breast a rosy translucent pink as she pulled herself back against the table top, squirming in agony. Zatanna’s arms and legs pulled frantically at the bindings, making the table quiver as her head twisted around and she screamed again.
Light laughed, clutching his hand tight so that her boob bulged around his fingers. He pulled up on her tit as he burned her, lifting her towards him as she wailed into the gag, then he forced his arm straight, slamming her back down on to the table so that she twisted like a butterfly pinned to a board.
Zatanna cried into the gag, biting down on it to try and bear the horror of feeling her breast burn in Light’s hand. Tears ran down her cheeks and she dug her fingernails into the palms of her own hands til she drew blood.
His hand was burning against her skin, burning into her. It was like an iron pressed against her, roasting slowly. The pain hammered in her skull, and pulled her down into it. It was like his hand was claw dragging her whole being down into her breast as it burned and burned and burned. The beautiful woman shook in agony. Her nipple felt like it was swelling, swelling to the point where it would burst apart. She sucked in breath through her nose, screamed it out, then did it again as his hand kneaded her soft pliant tit meat as it hissed softly in his grip.
Light pulled his hand away, looking down ecstatically at the bright red print he had left on the soft skin. He knew his prisoner could steel feel the hot pain, like a sunburn only ten times worse. Each shuddering breath the bitch under him took made the tit quiver. Reaching back his hand he extinguished the light around it, then slapped the injured boob hard.
THWACK!
Zatanna screamed again, agony flaring in her flesh. If he had poured scalding acid on her it could not have hurt worse.
“You like your tits, don’t you,” he snarled at her. When she didn’t reply he slapped the breast again, getting another muffled scream from her as she twisted sexily. The feel of his hand slamming into that yielding globe of meat was that of sex and power.
“Don’t you, you arrogant little cunt!”
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
The breast danced for him, back and forth. Light was saying something about men sucking on it as she moaned, and women too probably, and how she sucked on her own nipple as she fingered herself. Zatanna could barely hear him through the pain and horror of it. Every slap of his hand was like her breast was being whipped with barbed wire, tearing her flesh apart. She pushed her head into her shoulder, sobbing and praying for this to end.
Without the gag Zatanna’s screams would have bounced off the walls. As it was they were high pitched wet burbles of agony. She felt nothing but pain and shame. She wasn’t a hero, she was a victim. The though that if he pulled out the gag she might beg him to stop hurting her was horrifying, and yet she found herself wishing he would. Her whole body was rigid with suffering, and still he kept hitting her, over and over, until at last she could take no more and collapsed heavily to the table.
Zatanna lay there semi-unconscious and as he continued to slap her tit as she lay prone under him. Some time later she woke up, feeling her breast as a heavy mound of pain throbbing mercilessly. There was a wet patch of white slime on her belly that she knew was where Light had come over her as he hurt her. She sniffed and smelled the pungent odour on her face, and imagined him whipping his sperm across her open
mouth as she lay there helpless.
Hoping there was nobody to see, she cried softly.
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