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PART VIII
DIANA
Diana hung slack from her bonds, her body drenched in sweat. Her hair was damp with moisture and hung straight down her back and over her shoulders, some of the lank black strands clinging to the full curve of her perfect C-cup breasts.
She breathed slowly. Her muscles ached from where she had twisted for hours under the agony of the villains’ tortures. She felt pummelled and sore. Her eyes were bloodshot from fatigue and tears she could not prevent.
Up in the booths, she could hear the men raping three of her Amazon sisters. Savage had taken great pleasure in telling her how the scum could only stand so much excitement from making her suffer. Every so often they would stop, and then Deathstroke’s mercenaries would bring in a trio of bound Amazon women, stripped naked. The monsters would then slake their lust on the bodies of the Diana’s helpless sisters.
A woman’s scream of pain came from the booths, followed by Electrocutioner’s coarse laughter. They liked to hurt the prisoners as they violated them. She could hear male grunts as they rutted inside women Diana had known all her life as friends and sisters. The women rarely made a sound, except when pain ripped it form them.
‘They certainly seem virile,’ Savage observed as he stood in front of the hanging Princess, staring up at the booths. He was wearing his tailored suit, hands behind his back. There was a flare of red light from heatwave’s part of the booth and another female scream. Savage turned and stared up at the suspended Diana. ‘You clearly get them quite excited.’
Diana looked at him with loathing. ‘I can take more, Savage,’ she said. Her voice was soft but still clear. She flexed her muscles, ignoring the pain shooting through her arms and long legs. ‘Come on, you know you want to see me suffer.’ She pushed out her chest, her breasts swelling proudly. ‘Show me what you have in store.’
Savage looked at her, a glimmer of lust passing across his bearded face. But then he shook his head. ‘You astound me, Amazon, truly. Any other woman would be so broken by her torture that she would relish the through of her best friend being raped to death if it gave her a moments escape from the pain, but you?’ He chuckled. ‘You actually hold out that goddess body of yours for more abuse.’
Diana pressed her red lips together, trying to think of a way to get these animals to focus on her instead of her sister Amazons. Another wail came from the booths overhead, followed by a man whooping in delight. It was only a matter of time before one of the prisoners delivered for rape was killed, either by accident or deliberately.
‘It does make me wonder though, what lengths would you go to give your sisters some respite?’
Diana looked down at him as his eyes wandered over her naked torso. They lingered on her spread thighs and the pouting pink cleft between them. She knew what he wanted to hear from her. The Princess fought the fatigue fuzzing her thoughts, trying to fine a way out of this trap. All she could think of was a way to buy more time, perhaps gives others a chance to come to their aid. Some of the most intelligent and powerful heroes on the planet were on the Island. She just had to keep her friends and family alive til their chance came. ‘What do you want me to do, Vandal?’ she asked huskily.
‘Ho-HO!’ the immortal villain laughed. ‘I knew that you could play the temptress if properly motivated, Amazon.’ He smiled appreciatively, then walked over to a console and pressed a button. There was a whine of machinery and Diana’s bonds moved, keeping her spreadeagled but lowering her towards the floor until she hung with her toes just off the surface, directly in front of her captor. She looked him in the eyes, fists clenching slightly as his own gaze wandered to her breasts. Off to one side Desaad continued to monitor her, smiling rapturously as he felt her sense of anger and dread.
‘Right now I could do anything to you, couldn’t I Diana,’ he said. His smile was genial and full of evil. ‘Say it.’
‘You could do anything to me,’ she said levelly.
He stepped closer, and reached out his hand, letting it hover just over her right breast. ‘Do you think this is how it was for your mother?’ he asked her. At the mention of her mother Diana’s face flushed with anger. ‘When the armies of Heracles were raping every one of your sisters just like this, do you think Hippolyta knelt before the demi-god and begged him to fuck her if he would spare her subjects?’
Diana grit her teeth, muscles moving under her fair skin. One of women in the darkness upstairs cried out and sobbed in agony.
Savage’s hand was still an inch from her flesh. ‘What can I do to you, Amazon?’
She kept her voice level and eyes steady. ‘Anything.’
His hand cupped her breast.
Diana felt his hand on her skin, on her tit, rubbing it gently. She wanted to scream, to curse. She wanted to tear free of the bands holding her and rip Savage’s arm from its socket. But she kept still, instead feeling the rage and shame bubbling up like bile from the pit of her stomach as he played with her soft womanly orb. He pressed his palm against her, forcing her nipple to push up against his hand. Diana breathed out loudly through her nose but otherwise made no sound.
‘It feels glorious, Amazon,’ he told her, smiling. Diana said nothing.
Savage release her breast, but stepped around behind her. Diana swallowed, aware of the shadows moving in the space above the, aware of the sound of bodies pressing together in a forced, unequal rhythm. She heard him collecting something, then he stepped up close to her, pushing her hair out of the way as his face hovered just over her right shoulder. His hands moved around in front of her and looking down she could see what he had collected.
It was a harness, set with two metal cups made of thin bronze coloured bands. The cups were narrower at the base, wider at the top, so that they ballooned outwards. Around he inside at the base the bands were studded with thin, sharp barbs, while at the apex of each was a screw that jutted out to a wing-grip almost six inches from where the twisting metal shaft protruded from the cup. The end of the screw was a flat circle a half-inch in diameter, though Diana could see that the outer edge of that circle was a sharp line of metal. There seemed to be some mechanism at the point where the screw passed in through the bands.
‘This will not be mental torture that you can shield yourself from, Amazon,’ Savage told her, fitting a set of straps behind her back and pulling them together through a buckle. Another set went over her shoulders. The bands settled around her breasts, tighter at the bottom so that her breasts were made to bulge upwards and outwards, filling the space. Diana could feel the barbs pricking her, threatening to pierce her skin. Except she knew it was no threat, it was a promise. ‘You wont be able to tell yourself this isn’t really happening.’
Diana tried to breath steadily. She looked over her shoulder at him, swallowing. ‘You’ll stop them,’ she said. Her eyes flicked up to where her sisters had the villains cocks rutting in them.
Savage pulled on the straps, securing the vile mechanism in place. Diana knew it was no coincidence he would choose a device specifically designed to inflict pain on the anatomy of a woman. As he tugged it tighter she felt the sharpened barbs inside the bands puncture her breasts at half a dozen points, with just enough force to draw blood. She snorted softly, a slight arching of her toes all the indication of the stinging pain.
‘Yes, I will stop them, but first you must give me something.’ He brushed a strand of hair from Diana’s cheek. ‘Tell me what I can do to you, Wonder Woman.’
Diana wet her lips, concentrating on her sisters and helping them. ‘You can do anything to me, Savage.’ She turned and looked him in the eye. ‘Anything you want to do, you can do.’
‘Hurt you?’
‘Yes.’
‘Rape you?’
Diana clenched her jaw. It doesn’t matter, she told herself. Saving lives matters. Nothing else. ‘Yes.’
Desaad groaned in pleasure.
Savage smiled and put his hands around her waist, sliding them across her flat belly. Diana fought the feeling of helplessness. She would find a way out of this, for all of them.
‘I’m not going to rape you, Amazon,’ he told her. ‘In the end you will beg for my cock. Not for others, but for yourself. I want to hear that surrender. I will leave just enough of you to remember what you were and to hate what you have become.’ He kissed her shoulder. ‘But until that sweet moment, I can give you pain, Princess.’
Diana breathed gently, not wanting to push her breasts against the spikes cupping them. Her sisters were suffering and nothing else mattered at that moment.
‘Do you remember what the demons did to you, Amazon,’ Savage asked. ‘The feel of demon prick sliding into between these tits as they were crushed in a vice?’
He paused, and she realised he expected an answer. ‘Yes.’
Flesh slapped hard against flesh upstairs. A woman wept in shame. Her sisters. ‘Would you like that to happen again?’
Diana knew what he wanted. ‘No,’ she said.
Savage stroked the line where her breasts bulged slightly against her chest. ‘This pain will be different.’ He touched the screws. ‘As these are turned, they will crush against your nipples. The tighter they are turned, the more your tits will hurt.’ Diana ignored his use of vulgarity, knowing it was deliberate to humiliate her further. ‘The metal is hardened Prometheum alloy. Your Amazon is skin is resilient, but this will be able to twist it, tear it.’ He kissed her shoulder.
Diana could hear the men grunting as they moved inside her friends. The sound of a fist slamming against flesh came from one of the booths, and the soft hiss of pain from the woman being beaten. She thought about what it was like for the Amazons lying there, helpless, feeling their bodies desecrated by the men’s lust-hard members moving in and out of them. She felt sick.
Suddenly she felt something pushed into her hand. It was a set of small controls, like a plastic grip four inches long with a set of buttons on the side. Instinctively she held onto them as Savage came back around in front of her.
‘What can I do to you, Wonder Woman?’
‘Anything,’ she told him again, looking him in the eye.
‘Yes,’ Savage smiled through his black beard. ‘But I’m not going to.’ He tilted his head forward. ‘You are.’
Diana breathed in and out. Sick. He was sick. But her sisters were depending on her.
‘When you press the button at the top of the grip, the screws will turn, pushing in. You are in control of your pain – the tighter they get, the more you will hurt.’ He held up a small data pad. ‘This will measure the signals being transmitted along your nervous system. It will tell me how much pain you are in. The other buttons add extra features to the torture.’ There was a blast of electrical light and one of the women being raped screamed as her friends cried out in support. ‘In order to access them, you much reach a certain level of suffering.’
Diana glanced over at the grip in her right hand. She could have crushed it with a thought. Instead she looked back at Savage. ‘Fine. Let them go.’
Savage shook his head slightly as a flush of anger heated Diana’s face. ‘Not so easy as that, Princess. I will release on Amazon each time you achieve a new level of suffering. In order to do that, you must press the buttons when the unit issues a beep. That way you will know you can increase your pain.’
Diana looked at him, her lips pressed tight. There was no use arguing with him, or begging. This was his game. There was no use doing anything at all, except starting.
She pressed the top button.
At once the screws on each side began to twist, turning and moving inwards. They moved slowly, giving Diana a few seconds to think about what was going to happen before they reached her breast.
The metal heads found her nipples, and continued to turn. For a moment they were no more than a tickle against the pink buds on her chest, but then they began to press down hard. Friction between the turning metal and her nubbins turned the tickle to discomfort, and then to pain.
The screw kept turning, slower now that it had met resistance. It pushed against her breast and burrowed inwards, depressing the pale creamy globe as it did so. Forced down, Diana’s tits bulged outwards as well, pushing against the metal bands at the base of the harness. And the barbs.
The beautiful spread-eagled Amazon shuddered, feeling her breasts pushed hard onto the spikes. By then the pain in her nipples was already making her blink and inhale sharply, but now it had added to it her breast being pierced by the metal points. The screw was turning so slowly now that it rotated only once every couple of seconds, but it was enough – gods it was enough! Her aureole had been pushed almost an inch back into the round meat it perched on while the first points stabbed harder into her skin.
‘Ah!’
Diana kept her eyes straight ahead but she saw Savage glance down, and felt the slight tickle of warmth across her sternum. She knew he was looking at her blood trickling down over her skin.
The screws stopped.
Diana took a shallow breath, feeling the screw heads crushing her nipples back into her breasts. The pain was similar to the agony of the demons tit-press, but different. Somehow the grotesque shape the harness forced her breasts into made it even more humiliating. That and of course that she was doing this to herself. Her mammaries throbbed painfully while her nipples felt like they were being ripped from her body. She wondered if they were bleeding yet. She wondered if Savage would mutilate her permanently.
‘You said you’d let then go,’ she said in a steady voice.
‘I said I would let one go, when you reached the first level of pain,’ he corrected. ‘You are not there yet, Amazon.’
The grip in her hand beeped.
‘You may continue now,’ he said pleasantly.
Her breasts hurt. Pressing the button would make them hurt more. Would make the pain more. A woman screamed nearby.
She pressed he button.
This time the screws didn’t both move at the same time. One twisted a quarter turn, and then stopped. After a few seconds the other followed suit. Twist and pause, twist and pause. The metal dug into her flesh and crushed her tit-nubs. The nerve ends at the tips of her breasts sent signals to her brain, letting her know she was tearing at her own body.
Diana felt blood running down her belly. Her breasts pushed out cruelly against the metal imprisoning them. The barbs pushed through the skin and into the soft fatty tissue behind it, slicing and ripping as they went.
‘…aaaaa…nnn…’
Savage stepped so close she could make out the individual whiskers of his beard. ‘Such a martyr. Do you like the pain, Amazon? Do you like feeling like this, bound and helpless and suffering for me?’
The screws turned and Diana pressed her lips together. ‘No!’ she finally panted.
‘Will you stop?’
As if on cue one of the men howled in release. Diana imagined his seed gushing up into the belly of one of her sisters, or spurting across her abdomen or face. Almost at one the sound of a flame crackling and a female screaming came from the same space. Having sated his lust for sex Heatwave has happily torturing the woman he had just raped.
‘No, I won’t stop,’ Diana told Savage. Her breasts were screaming at her, calling her a fool. At any moment the screws would rip through her nipples and grind against her rib cage, shredding her tits from within. If she breathed deep enough the barbs all around them would cut them apart, cut them off her body like sacks of bloody meat.
A tear slid down one of her cheeks as Savage watched her pain.
‘I won’t stop.’
But the screws did. They stopped, leaving her feeling impaled. She was shaking slightly, sweat and blood over her lower body. The sweat on her breasts burned into the wounds made by the barbs. Her legs where taught as her whole body hung tense. The sweat trickled down and dampened the small patch of soft dark fuzz over her sex, making the pouting lips glisten. A diamond bead formed on the opening and then dripped down, splashing on the floor as her perfect nude body shivered.
‘So what do you want?’ Savage asked her in whisper. Looking past the long black hair that fell partly across her eyes, she could see he was aroused. Diana had rarely seen Savage excited. It was a terrible thing to recognize. But she knew what he wanted to hear.
‘I want more pain,’ she told him.
The grip beeped again.
‘Show me how much pain you want,’ he told her.
Diana clenched her teeth as the women sobbed and screamed. Then she pressed the button.
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