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Part IX
Big Barda
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Barda blinked, feeling the fingers touching between her legs, pushing into the folds of her sex. She knew the feeling, remembering it from as long back as she could remember. Before her training as one of the Female Furies, as one of Darksied’s elite, she had been just another of the lowlies peopling Apokolips. To them degradation and pain were ways of life, as ever-present as air.
And then when she had been selected for training, her suffering had increased. She was strong, physically powerful. She was a match for any three of the males she had been thrown among. It had taken eight of them to subdue her the first time she had been raped in the barracks, and even then three of them had not lived to brag about the experience. They would have beaten her to death that first time, except for Granny’s rules forbidding it. Only she decided when a trainee would be allowed to die for Darksied’s glorious name.
The rapes and beatings were part of Barda’s training. That she endured them served to winnow her from the weaker members. And as she grew stronger, more skilled in combat, more willing to meet out pain than to endure it, her suffering became less.
She was still tortured. Sometimes Granny would have even her strongest warriors brought to Desaad’s pain chambers. The agony Barda was subjected to there prevented her from growing soft, and she helped strap her companions into the torture machines as freely as she was locked into them herself.
Which was why she didn’t panic now. She was bound to a heavy metal frame, arms straight out beside her and legs spread wide. She was naked, her armour lying off to the side as a way to taunt her. They had left her with her helmet, its black alloy covering sweeping up and around her hair like an ancient Pharonic headdress and the gold side-plates framing her stern, beautiful features.
Barda watched the men taking in the sight of her body as she was violated. At seven feet tall she would have towered over many of them. Killer Croc, the huge reptilian villain, watched her with a lust at odds with his cold-blooded nature.
Nearby, the Crime Doctor was watching proceedings with a far more clinical appraisal. True he could appreciate the pleasing aesthetics of the prisoner. The alien woman, or goddess depending on ones philosophical outlook, was a magnificent physical specimen. Taller and more muscular than any of the other female heroes, with a form that was the perfect blend of body builder and sex star. No doubt she could have made millions posing as a fitness model or working as a professional wrestler. Her breasts were firm but full enough to warrant inspection, and the outline of her abdominal muscles just pronounced enough to be arousing without intimidating, exactly the same as the muscles in her arms and wonderfully long legs. If Wonder Woman was the perfect Amazon warrior, then Barda was the very personification of a Goddess of War, beautiful and deadly.
But even that recognition was a clinical one. The Doctor was not one given to poetry or sexual passions, but he prided himself a keen study of human nature. He understood what a woman such as this was to the less enlightened men, and more what she expected of those men surrounding her. She was as strong emotionally and psychologically as she was physically. AND she had been raised on a world that had tested her with torture that was perfected as both science and art.
Which begged the question – how to cause true suffering a being whose whole existence was a testament to her being indomitable? How did break a woman who had been tortured by supposedly the most ingenious pain givers in the entire universe?
But the Crime Doctor was no stranger to sadism either, and especially the most fundamental rule, and sadly overlooked by amateurs. That torture, real torture, occurred in the mind of the victim. The body was merely a convenient path to that goal in most cases, but there were other ways besides simple physical pain to get what one needed.
The surgically-masked villain came to stand by Barda’s face, holding up a data pad with information displayed in bright yellow and blue. ‘You know, we thought we had accounted for all the super-heroine types on the Island when we took over, but somehow you, Supergirl, and the others in your little group went undetected.’ He looked up from the pad to the beautiful prisoner. ‘I don’t suppose you’d like to spare yourself needless unpleasantness and just tell me how that happened?’
Barda smiled, looking straight into the star framed sunglasses that hid his eyes. ‘Little man, do you think this performance is going to impress me?’ She chuckled. ‘You and your friends here can do whatever your pathetic worst is. I have survived Apokalips. When this is done, I will pick my teeth with your ribs.’
The other villains growled; some angrily, some appreciatively. All had a sense of anticipation about them.
‘Dear lady, believe me I have nothing but the utmost respect for the work of your home planet in the arena of interrogation,’ the Doctor said, smiling behind his mask. ‘That is why we are taking a different route.’
The fingers between Barda’s legs pulled at her pussy lips spreading them wider. She didn’t even blink. ‘Rape, you mean?’ she said, scoffingly. ‘Even if these scum you’ve collected counted as males, the barracks training of Granny Goodness would designate this as rest time.’
Killer Croc growled, and she looked over at him. ‘Did I hurt your feelings, lizard boy?’ Barda chuckled, and shifted her eyes to between his legs. ‘I guess your kind really do get sluggish in the cold.’
The scaled murderer took a step forward, all eight feet of him bristling danger. ‘Let me at this bitch,’ he spat, smiling a mouth full of fangs. ‘We’ll see if she’s clever while I’m eating her tongue.’
‘Now, now, Mr Jones,’ the Doctor said, referring Killer Croc by his family name, ‘there are others here besides yourself eager to savour Mrs Free’s company.’ He looked down at Barda. ‘You are the wife of Scott Free, yes?’
The fingers inside her pulled her outer lips back as far as they would stretch, and Barda felt the cool air of the room wafting across her exposed sex. She looked up at the bespectacled man and said nothing.
‘I wonder how well he knows you,’ the Crime Doctor said. ‘Let’s find out.’
Something touched her clitoris, and Barda braced herself mentally for the pain to begin. Of course these men would start there. Pathetic. She almost felt a little disappointed. She had heard rumours of this man’s reputation and had expected him to begin with something less obvious. The thing touching her nerve cluster wrapped around it and Barda wondered if it was a claw. It felt soft, even organic. There was a slight tickle.
The men watching blinked in surprise as the naked giantess suddenly went rigid, every muscles in her body spasming. Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened in a silent scream as she shook on the table, panting heavily as her incredibly body trembled in its bonds.
‘What you’re feeling,’ the Doctor said to her amiably, ‘is one of these.’ He held up the small purple starfish in front of her face as she made noises somewhere between choking and retching. Her blue eyes looked at it without blinking. ‘It’s a form of the Starro lifeform – I think you are probably aware of its mind control abilities. It does so by direct access to an organism’s nervous system. Usually the brain, but as you’re discovering it can attach itself to any part of the network of nerves running through the body.’
Barda heaved up, hands clawing at the air as her breasts shook. Her head twisted to one side. A deep groan came from her mouth as she closed her eyes tight.
‘Right now the little Starro is extending its tiny feelers into the clitoral nerve cluster inside your vagina. It can stimulate the cluster with any type of sensation, but for our purposes there is one specific kind that we want.’
Barda trembled, biting her lip. The men watching smiled as the muscles in her legs and thighs quivered, tight as steel bands. She grit her teeth as her sex hovered above the table. The warrior goddess clenched her hands tight. The buds of her nipples were upraised and diamond hard. Between her legs the lips of her pussy were flushed and swollen.
‘Pleasure, Ms Barda,’ the Crime Doctor was telling her. He reached out a rubber-gloved hand and played with one of her nipples. Barda groaned in response. ‘The Starro is flooding your nervous system with signals designed to stimulate your pleasure centres. Your – sexual responses.’ Barda opened her eyes and looked at him with disgust but also some fear. ‘What do you think it would feel like for me to hold you just short of orgasm for an hour. Then for a day.’ He leaned closer. ‘Am I impressing you yet?’
Barda sucked in a breath, making her breasts rise. Aside from the Crime Doctor every man in the room was painfully aroused, but not so much as the black-haired beauty on the table. She could feel her sex muscles clenching against her will, desperate for release of the fire burning through her loins and washing outwards through her body. ‘Never…tell you anything,’ she panted.
‘We’ll see,’ he said, patting her arm. ‘Role the cameras,’ she said aloud. ‘We don’t want to miss any of this. I’m sure her husband is going to be fascinated by it.’
Barda gave a savage growl and slammed her helmeted head back against the metal table, heaving in her bonds. Her arms turned into twisting knots of incredible strength but she couldn’t escape. She tried unsuccessfully to control her breathing as Killer Croc stepped up between her legs. In height he would have loomed over even Barda’s seven-foot frame, were she standing. Every inch of him was rippling muscle under shimmering green hide, with not an ounce of fat. The massive coils of his arms moved like serpents under his skin as he flexed, powerful chest expanding as he smiled with a teeth full of razor sharp fangs. Like the other men his cock was hard, a shaft of tiny interlocking scales nine inches long and as thick as a normal man’s wrist.
‘Yeah, you’re gonna like this bitch,’ Croc said with a vindictive sneer. The bulbous green head of his shaft rubbed against Barda’s pussy lips and she shuddered. Her eyes fixed on the roof above her, trying to focus past the terrible feelings of lust that were coursing through her. Croc kept his cock dick pressed against her, rubbing it over the outside of her sex. The warrior woman closed her eyes and bit her lip.
‘You want him, don’t you Barda?’ the Crime Doctor purred. ‘I can see the physiological responses now – the swelling in the breasts, the way you aureoles are tightening.’ Croc smiled and leaned over, his forked tongue flicking out over Barda’s erect nipples. A tiny gasp came from her lips. ‘Can you feel yourself getting wet yet, Barda? Is your vagina thinking about what it will be like when Croc her pushes himself inside you.’
‘Damn you,’ Barda whispered.
‘I wonder if you’ll be able to stop yourself from fucking him like a low born whore in heat?’
‘DAMN YOU!’ she shouted at him, turning her eyes on the little man next to her. The blue orbs blazed with volcanic fury.
‘I think she must be talking to you, Mr Jones,’ the Doctor smiled. ‘Don’t keep a lady waiting.’
Croc laughed, moving back his hips and pushing forward.
The hate in Barda’s eyes was almost a physical presence in the room as the reptilian villain’s phallus pushed past the lips of the prisoners’ sex and slid deep inside her. Clear moisture leaked from the base of Barda’s sex as he pulled out and pushed in again, even deeper, and began a steady rhythmic fucking.
‘Why yes, you are wet,’ the Doctor chuckled. ‘I guess our little friend on your clitoris is working quite well. Or is it just that Croc is so much better than your husband.’
On the table Barda groaned, her eyes shut tight. Her body was rigid as her tits moved to the time of Croc’s penis sliding smoothly in and out of her cunt. ‘Oh, she is tight!’ the villain snarled. His hands on her hips dug in, the claws drawing blood. ‘Bitch can squeeze like a vice! Yeah, do it, slut.’ He slammed into her hard and drew a groan from his victim that was both pleasure and horror. ‘Show me what you got, baby!’
She twisted, trying to get leverage to break the bands. The attempt failed and her movements only rubbed her pussy harder against his invading shaft and filled her with feelings of wonderful disgust. He was raping her, taking her against her will, but the pounding ecstasy in her sex was unbearably sweet. As his serpent cock slammed brutally in and out of her part her yearned to wrap her legs around him and fuck him wildly. Barda hated it, hated herself for feeling it, but the desire was like claws tearing at her flesh, shredding her resolve. She tried to think of her hate, and that did nothing to stop the need between her legs. She tried to think of Scott, her husband that she loved, and that was worse than useless.
Croc leaned over her, pushing his dick fully inside her and giving little thrusts with his hips. His penis was massive – a normal woman would have been screaming in agony as its girth tore her apart from inside. The foul smell of snake washed over her. The alien thing on her clitoris sent its wild pulses through her, making her pant. When the villains hard muscled body rubbed against her own her sweat made them slide against each other.
‘That’s it, meat,’ Croc whispered. ‘Give it up!’
‘I’ll kill you,’ she hissed at him. Her hands were clenched so hard her palms bled from her own nails. He twisted his hips, grinding in her and smiling as she clenched her teeth as well. Reaching up her grabbed one of her full breasts and pulled it up to his mouth. His teeth closed around it, slicing into her flesh. Blood sprang up around the wounds and he pressed his mouth to her skin, sucking hard. There was pain where he bit her and she loved it. Her breast was throbbing and burning as her hips jerked against her will, and the spasms in her sex came faster and harder.
‘What a whore,’ one of the men watching said.
‘Get this part,’ the Crime Doctor said happily to the camera operators. ‘I’ve never seen a goddess orgasm before.’
Barda wanted to scream in hate but the sound coming from her throat was different entirely, throaty and gasping. Tears spilled from eyes that had never known them. NO NO she thought, but it was no good. Croc’s thrusts turned wild as his climax built, and with all her strength she lifted her hips. It was all she could do not to push herself onto his cock to make herself cum, but somehow she held herself steady, except for the way her body moved to his thrusts. Croc’s hips pushed deep one, then twice…
On the third thrust he let go of her tit and roared as he came. Barda felt her cunt turn molten as he spurted his seed into her, and her own climax exploded out from where he was raping her. She felt her pussy muscles clamp around his shaft so tight he screamed again, feeling her cunt grasping at him, milking him of his seed. Barda’s lip bled as she bit down on it to keep her own cry of vile ecstasy inside. But her body arched, her nipples riding her heaving breasts as she shook under him. Sweat ran off her body in rivers and the climax went on and on.
Finally she relaxed, and he pulled out of her. ‘Damn!’ Croc laughed. ‘That is one awesome fuck!’
‘And even while holding something back,’ the surgical masked sadist next to the table observed. ‘I wonder what she’ll rut like when her control breaks completely?’
The stink of reptile and semen was all over her, but almost immediately Barda felt again the deep throbbing on her clitoris. The starro was still stimulating her, pushing her back towards desire. As the hairy giant called Mammoth stepped forward she felt the need for his battering ram cock to get inside her and fill her.
‘Me next,’ he said in a deep voice. ‘I don’t wanna miss what they’re doing to Starfire.’
‘A man after my own heart,’ the Crime Doctor said. ‘And I’m sure Barda appreciates your eagerness to get started.’ He looked at her. ‘Isn’t that right?’ he asked.
Barda said nothing. Her entire mind was on murder, and the feeling of fire racing across her skin, and the unbearable need to cum again.
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