Wonder Woman: Hell in Paradise (Part 2)

Hell in Paradise

Volume 3

 

Part 1

 

Diana

 

Diana looked down at Savage from a heavy metal frame in the centre of a large concrete room.  White electric light gave it a harsh cold feel.  The frame was angled to that it leaned outwards at the top, the thick silver bands around her wrists and ankles and across her midriff keeping the Princess from falling forward.  Her hair hung down about her face as she fixed the villain with a cold glare.

 

Savage stood before her, still in his expensive suit, and smiling up at the dark haired beauty bound naked before him.  He had decided to dispense with any clothing for the next part of Wonder Woman’s experience, and was currently very much enjoying the way that gravity and the lean on the platform conspired to highlight the spectacular breasts on the super-heroine prisoner. That he could see the clear contempt in her eyes only enhanced his viewing.

 

‘Your companions, the Cosmonaut and her daughter, are safe,’ Savage said without preamble.  ‘The Sangtee will recover but are currently in no state to be a threat to them.’

 

Diana made no reply. Inwardly she was relieved at the information, but not much.  Tasha and Mishka were still prisoners, and Savage’s word was worth next to nothing to her. After passing out she had awoken expecting to find herself back in the pacifier torture machine, but her current bondage was no less ominous.  She was tired and her body hurt.

 

‘I could always guarantee their safety in return for your full cooperation,’ Savage offered.

 

Diana thought for a moment; then she spoke.  ‘Agreed. Release me and I’ll do whatever you say.’

 

Savage narrowed his eyes.  ‘Why Wonder Woman, you wouldn’t be lying to me, would you?’

 

‘That would be wrong,’ the captive replied, totally deadpan.

 

Savage sniffed and smiled again.  ‘Far from finished, I see. Well, so much the better.  I was going to use this little toy on you anyway, but like so much we have planned for you, it will be more fun with you unbroken.’

 

As he spoke, openings slid back in the metal on either side of Diana’s head level with her temples. Two curved metal strips moved out and came together in the middle to form a semicircle that hovered about the top of her head.  Coming over Savage took from behind his back a replica of her confiscated tiara,  alike to the real think in all respects except for the circuitry visible on the inside of the band, which was also studded with wicked looking hi-tech barbs, each about an inch long around the front of the gold metal curve.  The villain set the tiara copy on the inside the band hovering about Diana’s head and stepped back.

 

Savage pulled out some sort of device about the size and appearance of a television remote and pressed a button.  The metal headband moved back to tighten over Diana’s forehead, forcing the tiara down with it. She felt the half-dozen needles or drills in the fake tiara pressing into her flesh, then piercing her skull.  A little blood leaked down over her face and she could feel the slivers being pushed through the bone, the grinding in her head horrifying. She closed her eyes tight as the invading shards burrowed past the skull and into her brain, but somehow forced herself not to scream in pain.

 

Somewhere in the room a voice was speaking as the pain in her head eased from blinding explosive agony to a steady jackhammer pounding. ‘We are ready to begin the next stage, Wonder Woman. We have information about several incidents in the past when you were captured, but for this test we are allowing Vandal some creative license in the scenario.’

 

Savage smiled slightly and looked up at this captive.  ‘I have been waiting quite some time for this,’ he said quietly, then pressed another button on the remote.

 

Diana felt her brain burning inside her skull and heard herself give a choked scream.  Her head snapped back and slammed powerfully against the metal behind her as she stiffened in her bonds.

 

Gradually the pain faded.  Wonder Woman opened her eyes.

 

The room about her was unchanged, but she herself was now clothed in a variation of her own figure hugging uniform.  This one, however, sported a stylized eagle across her swelling chest. She felt her tiara in place once more.  Her hands now felt wood rather than metal under them, and the ultra dense metal bands had been replaced by thick leather straps across her midriff, wrists and ankles. This platform was angled back, supporting her weight at about sixty degrees. She heaved at the bindings keeping on the platform but was unable to break them.

 

‘You will find your Amazon strength has quite deserted you, Highness,’ Savage voice announced, and turning towards him Diana got another surprise.  Savage was now dressed in the starched black uniform of a German S.S. officer, complete with vizored hat and red swastika armband. Apart from the pallet she was strapped to the only thing the Amazon superhero could see for furnishings was a door and a metal box like a power board bolted to the wall, and adorned with a variety of dials and switches.

 

‘I knew your mother during the war,’ Savage said, and Diana knew he was referring to World War II.  Some time ago her mother Queen Hippolyta had travelled back in time and taken up her daughter’s mantle as Wonder Woman in the fight against the Axis powers. ‘She was a remarable specimen. Like all her heroic ilk she was captured on several occasions, but she always managed to escape before we could find ourselves in a scene such as this one.’

 

Savage came closer, putting a leather-gloved hand on Diana’s leg and stroking her thigh as he looked over her bound form.  ‘I’m sure you can imagine that the Nazi regime was very unhappy with having their plans thwarted time and again by a,’ he held up his hands to mimic quote marks, ‘…mere woman.  The Fuhrer had teams of his best men coming up with a variety of truly diabolical punishments for the time when she would finally be at their mercy. Sometimes they would even have captured woman dressed in a version of her uniform and tortured to death for Hitler’s amusement.’

 

Diana glared savagely at the uniformed villain standing in front of her and calmly discussing the horrific murder of innocent women simply to vent frustrated feelings of revenge against her mother. Her hands worked into fists.

 

‘At any rate, now that you are here we will be able to test some of those ideas first-hand.  First though, we must attend to another little fantasy of young Adolph; and of very other heterosexual male not on life-support.’

 

Savage stepped forward and began tugging off his right glove.  When it was free he tucked it into her black leather belt and then reached out, pressing the flat of his hand against the star spangled briefs covering Diana’s groin. She flinched instinctively, and he grinned and began to rub her gently.

 

‘Get your hand off me, Savage!’ the raven haired beauty hissed.

 

For a reply, Savage merely continued his ministrations, rubbing the soft slight mound between the long legs slowly and methodically, then using one finger to find the slight indentation between the folds of flesh hidden inside the captive’s tights.  He pressed more forcefully, pushing the material of Diana’s pants down into the groove so that it could be plainly down the centre of her crotch.

 

She stared down, understanding and contempt on her lovely face. ‘Enjoy you sick little fantasy, you vile freak.’

 

‘If you insist,’ said Savage.  ‘But I don’t intend to hoard all the pleasure for myself.’

 

On cue the door to the room opened and a women in the brown shirt of a Nazi part member stepped through.  She wore a tight black skirt that came down to her shapely calves with bodied hugging brown shirt and a black tie. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a bun.  She was attractive, with large blue eyes and full lips, but stern.  In her hands she carried a metal tray. As she stepped up beside Savage Diana could see it had on it a container like a pill bottle and a gleaming silver scalpel.

 

Savage took up the metal blade and held it so the light glinted off the razor sharp steel.  Then he moved it over to Diana’s crotch while his free hand again reached out to cup her soft pubic mound under the fabric.

 

Diana forced herself to breathe normally as the evil man tweaked at her intimate flesh, then pulled at the material of her pants, stretching it up as he manoeuvred the scalpel into position.

 

With a deft and practiced hand the villain made a y shaped incision in the heroines briefs, sawing slowly and carefully.  When he was done he used his hands to peel back the blue and white-starred garment to reveal pouting female lips beneath.

 

Savage stood admiring the intimate entrance for a few seconds, then placed the scalpel back on the tray and picked up the tweezers.  The German woman moved one hand to open the pill bottle and Savage reached inside with the tweezers, taking out something that looked at first like a purplish sea mussel. Diana had had enough recent, close-up experience to identify it instantly – a Starro bud.

 

‘You recognize this of course,’ Savage said.  ‘As before, this has been specially programmed with yourself in mind.  Perhaps you were lucid enough to recall its effects just before you passed out in front of me.’

 

Diana grimaced as the memory came rushing back – reaching for Savage’s throat only feet away when her world had exploded as a detonation of feeling went off between her legs.  Only in that second had she realized that the Starro creature clamped to Tasha’s clitoris had migrated during the sexing, bonding itself to her own love button as the two of them were lost in the throes of orgasm.  And the sensation that had overwhelmed her as she threw herself at Savage had been…

 

Diana blinked in sick recognition.

 

Savage saw the look and smiled his sophisticated smile.  ‘Yes Princess.  Thanks to all your hard work with the Russian and her daughter these miniature Starro’s now have an unprecedented understanding of how to stimulate the female sex organs. Not only for pain, but for pleasure as well. Such pleasure as only a woman skilled in the Amazon arts could accomplish.’

 

Diana was aghast. In saving Tasha and Mishka she had made Aphrodite’s blessing into a weapon for her enemies. The sheer blasphemy of it was monstrous.

 

Savage meanwhile had moved the pulsing little alien creature to hover just over Diana’s exposed womanly flesh.  With a lustful gleam in his eyes he used his fingers to gently pry apart the outer lips of the Amazon’s bared sex.

 

Diana took a quick breath, her outrage growing.  Never before had a man touched her most sacred space, let alone in violation of her wishes.  She felt like screaming obscenities at him but she restrained herself, telling herself this and all other outrages would be paid for.

 

Using the tweezers Savage eased the purple starfish creature into the moist, pink cavity revealed by his fingers.  The Amazons musky scent rose to meet him as he thumbed the top meeting of her nether lips, pulling back the petals to find the small pink hood of flesh.  Pursing his lips he blew on it gently, enjoying the muffled grunt of disgust from his captive and seeing the tight Amazon pussy quiver as the heroines carnal bud swelled a little at the stimulation.

 

Wasting no time, Savage lowered his head over Diana’s pussy and let his tongue caress her clitoris.

 

Diana kept her eyes riveted ahead of her, her face stone mask.  But inside she was screaming.  He was licking her pussy, actually pushing his tongue inside her womanhood against her will. She felt sick, violated in the most personal way possible. She could feel his tongue playing with her clit and his beard tickling at the pink lips of her pussy.  The knowledge that he now knew the taste of her womanly essence made her clench her fists with rage.

 

Savage sucked her bud between his lips then let go, looking at the glistening pink button waiting for further attention.  Using the tweezers he place the Starro creature between the folds of pink, then pressed it against the clitoral hood. Instinctively the five arms on the alien gripped the woman’s flesh, pressing the body down hard against the puckering clitoris.

 

Diana gasped and stiffened as she felt the bud link with her nervous system, a cold flame suddenly blazing between her legs.  She felt as if her body had lit up from within, white light coursing along her nerves, drowning her in physical sensation that was so intense it was painful.

 

Slowly she exerted her will, fighting to overcome the rampant sensation flooding in through her clitoris and racing through her trembling form. Tears welled in her blue eyes from the effort it took just to prevent herself from screaming as the tide of vile pleasure washed over her. Diana did not believe that if she allowed herself to start giving voice to the sensations, she would ever be able to stop.

 

Savage watched the inner battle raging as reflected in her bodily responses – the look of furrowed concentration, the set jaw, the hands at he side clenching and opening in unison. Wonder Woman thigh muscles were desperately taught. Her ass was tight, stomach sucked powerfully so those amazing abs were on display. Quick deep breaths made perfect tits jump and shudder, and he observed with wantonness the swollen erection of those breasts’ round nipple-buds.

 

‘I must go and prepare now Diana,’ Savage said.  Diana did not even turn her eyes towards him. She was totally preoccupied with resisting the Starro buds influence.  ‘But don’t worry; Frau Liebling here will make sure you don’t feel neglected.’

 

Savage clicked his heels and walked off out of sight, though Diana could not be sure he had left the room.  In his place the female officer stepped forward, her grey eyes watching the captives predicament with amused interest.

 

‘You have attracted much admiration among some of my peers,’ the German said, and Diana glanced down at her. There was a beauty about her face and body, but it was cold, un-tempered by compassion. She had high cheek bones that gave her face a cruel quality.  Her body was lean, the tight black skirt accentuating the curve of her hips while the shirt was pulled tight across her nicely proportionate bust. As she spoke she came to stand in front of the Amazon, hands resting on the platform either side of her legs.

 

‘Not for your pathetic support of the Americans, of course.  But you have shown that the female can be a deadly opponent, and not to be underestimated. You will be executed for that, of course, but perhaps in time the lessons of your resistance will not be wholly wasted on the clods in High Command.’

 

‘If,’ Diana whispered, pausing as she continued fighting the alien.  The space between her long legs was throbbing non-stop.  ‘If you…feel like that…free me…help me fight these men…’

 

The German smiled and shook her head slowly. ‘No, my dear. You are still the enemy.  The Fuhrer has demanded your death, and my treachery would hardly help the cause of Aryan womanhood.  Also,’ and here her hands moved to caress Diana’s smooth thighs, roaming up and down slowly, ‘I must admit a very personal interest in seeing how long you can resist our torturers.’  Diana exhaled sharply, the Starro turning the woman’s sinister touch into something that made her womb quiver. ‘You are very beautiful, and I have worked with Herr Savage long enough to appreciate such beauty in a woman.’ She smiled more wickedly.  ‘And, in the destruction of that beauty.’

 

‘Then your heart is a cold poison,’ Diana whispered, anger flooding her that any woman could so betray her sisters.

 

‘Yes,’ the German whispered huskily, her lips near Diana’s pouting nethers.  ‘But the rest of me is warm.’

 

She blew gently as Savage had, the breeze from her full mouth wafting over the Amazon’s puckered sex and caressing the alien wrapped bud of her clit. Diana stifled a sob of pleasure as the hated parasite sent sensations racing along her nerves, her body lighting up from within. She set her teeth and fought down the urge to lift her pelvis towards that bright red Nazi mouth.

 

The blonde smiled, looking up at where Diana’s eyes were watching her teasing her black trimmed womanhood.  ‘Such bravery,’ she said.  ‘Such courage.  Surely before she descends into hell, our brave heroine deserves a kiss.’

 

She leaned closer, and Diana pulled back as far as the wooden platform permitted.  There was no escape – the bands kept her legs spread.  She watched with hands clenched in fists as the woman’s curved mouth brushed her pussy, kissing gently, worrying the heroines sex with her wonderfully soft warm lips.

 

‘Enough,’ came Savage’s voice, and the woman stood up and used a finger to gently wipe the shining fluid from about her mouth.

 

Diana sighed in relief, but that feeling soon dissolved as she saw Savage standing naked to the waist near a small rolling trolley that carried what was clearly an power unit.  Savage still wore his jack boots and black trousers, his waist and well muscled abdomen disappearing into the thick black belt with its silver Reich Eagle buckle.  He stood before Diana completely at ease, but there was an eagerness smouldering in his ancient eyes. 

 

A thick electrical cord had been used to attach the box on the trolley to the unit on the wall, while three set of wires were attached to metal bolts along the top.  There was a dial and a needle power meter, and a switch.

 

“Stop this filth" she replied as she felt his hand on her. He ignored her. ‘Get your hand off me, Savage!’ the raven-haired beauty hissed. For an answer Savage merely continued his ministrations, rubbing the soft slight mound between the long legs slowly and methodically, then using one finger to find the slight indentation between the folds of flesh hidden inside the captive’s tights. He pressed more forcefully, pushing the material of Diana’s pants down into the groove so that it could be plainly down the centre of her crotch.

   

She stared down, understanding and contempt on her lovely face. ‘Enjoy you sick little fantasy, you vile freak.’

 

"Oh you can sure we do it " he said.

 

‘And now for the audience; to motivate my soldiers and to help you suffer, Amazon," he said to her with a smile.

 

More soldiers entered, their eyes roving over her incredible body. Each was thinking the same; how lucky there were, how blessed to have this duty. She stared at them scornfully, contemptuously, her pride obvious on her lovely face. Every muscle was tensed and ready, a captured lioness ready for their sport.

 

Diana recognized that she they saw her only an instrument to satisfy their Ugly Nazis fantasies, then blinked and concentrated. This was an illusion – the soldiers, the woman, the room; all were in her mind.  She tightened her jaw. "You can do what you want and create as many imaginary voyeurs as you wish, but you will never hear me obey you, Savage," she snarled.

 

The projection of the German men fought down smiles, as if this was too wonderful. But Savage grinned openly as a small cart was wheeled in and over next to his captive

 

‘We will start slowly - without marking that incredible body. That will come later,’ her promised with relish. The other men were eyeing those long legs and amazing breasts, eyes showing them imagining them marked by the whip, then the heated irons. The blonde woman could not help but lift her hand to her breast and stroke it gently, thinking about that perfect skin being seared away by the red hot metal.  ‘Nevertheless,’ Savage went on, ‘I think you will find this experience - electrifying!’

 

She starred at him in a defiant way, then looked at the instrument which appeared near her

 

"So lets see if you strong as you look without those amazing powers," he smiled.  She kept her breathing even, her chest rising and falling gently inside her cleavage revealing bustier as he took two wires from the cart, each ending in a wicked toothed alligator clip. Stepping up he let his hand caress the bare flesh of her breast above the armour.

   

The Princess breathed tightly as she felt the hand on her breasts. She watched the clips that the villain would clamp on her nipples, her blue eyes narrowed.  It’s an illusion she repeated over and over.  But if felt so real.

 

Savage massaged the Amazon flesh contained by that curving breastplate - so soft yet so powerful. Rather than reach for her nipple, he pinched the top of her tit hard. He said nothing, but noted her mouth tightening at the small but humiliating pain. “Your tickling me," she quipped.

 

‘Not yet,’ he said, reaching up and attaching the clip to the pinched flesh, ‘but soon.’

 

Diana felt the teeth marking her breast as he leaned across her, chest brushing hers as he pinched her other boob in the same way. She could feel the cold metal biting in her soft flesh, making her shivering with discomfort.

 

‘Do you enjoy this as we do?" he asked her. She looked away towards the wall, refusing to acknowledge him. Her eyes were calm, but stern - the picture of female arrogance.

 

‘You can’t hurt me, she said as her eyes flicked back to him. ‘You don’t have the power to destroy a Amazon" she said a little bit louder, drawing power from her own words.

 

Savage stepped around in front of her, signalling the man near the cart.  ‘Let us see,’ he nodded.

 

The mental projection of the eager young German adjusted a dial and then flicking a switch. The lights dimmed. Instantly a sound like a rattling saw went though the room.

 

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

 

On the wooden slats Diana began to shiver as she felt the electricity which ran into her. She kept her eyes fixed ahead and her mouth tight. ‘You´ve…a good…lightshow, she murmured between her clenched teeth showing. The feeling from the current was like hundreds of ants crawling under her skin. She kept her teeth locked tight as she felt the waves of electricity runs trough her body. ‘I´ll not scream and you can´t break my will," she pressed the words out with a quick, shallow breath.

   

Savage stood impressed by her courage, but did not miss the tension in her arms and legs as she lay taking a deeper breath, struggling against the power coursing through that wonderful body. She could suppress her pain, but not fully conceal it. Tthe current stopped at his nod, and he was rewarded by seeing Diana slouched just a little as her body relaxed.

 

Diana heard the dial clicking - click click click  - as the switch flipped over again ‘Hghhhhh,’ she grunted soflty as she relaxed, then made herself come up straighter. If she had full command of her Olympian powers, this current would have been no more than a tickling buzz, but now she felt all her nerves aching.

   

This time the ants had turned to wasps, stinging her all over, but worst across her breasts. The metal teeth felt like they were full of burning acid were they clamped her smooth skin. ‘GGGGGGGGGG!!’  she exclaimed, again clamping her teeth together. The stinging hurt burrowed deep into her breasts and gave her a feeling of constant pain. She made fists and every man could see her veins coming out along her arms. Her breathe was coming less evenly as the suffering grew worse, dancing slivers of torment skittering under her flesh.  Anger was showing in her eyes as the pain worked its will on her.

 

‘Ssssssssssssgh, ssssssssssssssgh!’  She began to pounding her body convulses in a very lacy way. She could still stand it physically, but psychologically she railed at being helpless, a victim.

 

Savage let the flow continue.  An expert in such interrogations from centuries of practice, he knew that slowly the torture would be wearing her down. He was letting her know he could make it last as long as he wanted, that she had no way out.

 

‘Hera help me…,’ she thought as the stinging began to make her no more than a piece of shivering meat.

 

Savage smiled along with the other men watching the prisoners ordeal. Minutes, hours - he could keep her in pain as long as it suited him.  Even worse for her, as long as it pleased him. And seeing the worlds most perfect female form stiff with pain pleased him very, very much.

 

‘What a show,’ he murmured. He watched at her, viewing her struggling , heard her pounding . ‘This is your hell, Amazon Princess, and you can nothing do to stop me."