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PART v
Birds of prey
hUNTRESS
Helena felt a shining tear leaking from her dark eyes and shook it away in rage. These filth did not deserve to see her tears any more than they deserved mercy. She steeled herself, urging Cassandra to be brave.
And the Amazon woman was fighting, fighting with all she had. Yet even so, the street-fighter could feel the weakness and despair creeping up inside her and knowing that it was not hers.
You’re an Amazon she thought bitterly, trying to send the gorgeous captive strength in the same way she received the blond woman’s pain. Act like one!
Moon was equally fascinated by the connection between the two females, but for more detached reasons. The neural relay was apparently functioning perfectly, giving the Huntress access to every bit of pain that the blonde Amazon went through, both physically and emotionally. It was an incredible opportunity to observe the affects of shared pain between two individuals, and the Asian scientist was certain his observations would make the foundation of a truly groundbreaking psychological thesis. Every bit on information he had in Huntress’s profile suggested that this sort of combined physical and mental duress should break her within fifteen minutes.
Helena saw the man in the torture chamber had lifted the rod. Cassandra’s left tit was traced with a patchwork of red marks, all still burning ferociously.
Cassandra sucked in air and looked away as the lance touched her again, and again, setting her soft flesh afire. Her fists clenched as they moved the rod forward, hissing as it tracked around the full boob.
Sssssssssssssssssssssss!
The blonde bit her lip so hard that Helena tasted blood in her mouth, but she barely noticed it as her breast was filled with horrible, horrible pain. The heating rod was moving around the big base of the tit, never leaving he flesh. Helena felt the bastard moving the rod with maddening slowness over "her" tit. He shifted from circling the base higher to travel higher up towards the peak of the mammary, sizzling the silky smooth orb of ripe sexiness.
<Bastards> Huntress heard Cassandra call out, her voice thick with pain. The tall brunette fought to keep her own jaw tight shut, knowing Moon was watching her with sadistic relish.
"What she say?" the one standing by snickered.
"She says she likes it!" the other torturing her with the rod replied, smiling nastily as he leaned over the incredible body strapped down for him. He kept moving the glowing rod, circling it higher and higher around her proud mammal globe while the hiss of smooth Amazon flesh being scorched drifted through the room. He stuck his tongue out the corner of his mouth as he smiled and concentrated on keeping the burning metal in contact with the woman’s tit as it jerked and shook with her tortured movements.
<You pigs!> Cassandra almost screamed in her native tongue. She leaned forward as far as she could, sucking in air like a runner and then falling back and shaking her head of long golden hair from side to side.
Helena balled her fists, making sounds of pain through her clenched teeth while enduring Cassandra’s pain with all her courage and resolve. Every inch of her firm young breasts was burning with horrible pain, the awful heat making her twist and moan. Beads of sweat dripped from her splayed body and her long arms and legs were tight with bunched muscles as she tried to tear loose from the shackles. She couldn’t imagine how Cassandra could not be howling in agony as she smelled her own flesh being roasted inch by inch.
Inside the room the men wet their lips, clearly excited by the show. The rod was moving again, up towards the hard, erect nipple atop the full breast. Up and up, leaving a trail of hurt as both tits were glowing with red suffering now. Both the women were crying and wheezing, each breath pushing the soft skin up against the smoking metal and making them hurt more. The merc shifted the rod so that it was circling around the aureole, closing in on the centre of the breast, then moving atop the teat and pressing down on the nipple itself.....sizzling against the nubbin as the tit-tip screamed in agony.
‘AAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!’ The men cheered as Cassandra’s red lips were pulled back in a wide mouthed shriek.
‘NEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRHHH!’ howled Huntress, mirroring her fellow prisoner’s agony. She turned her pain-crazed black eyes on Moon, spittle flying from her own lips. ‘MOTHERFUCKERS! STOP IT YOU FUCKING SICK CUNT!’
‘Not my decision,’ Moon smiled like a demon, as Huntress screamed even louder.
‘Just beg me to stop anytime, woman,’ the man with the tool hissed. Cassandra seemed barely able to understand him through the pain flaming in her mound of female meat. She gurgled piteously, Helena watching with a look of suffering twisting her face and barely able to hold back her own cry. Her own sweet breasts were aflame by the torture inflicted on her fellow captive’s body while she experienced the lovely blonde’s fear and loathing as the rod hung there, burning her endlessly. She could feel Cassandra shaking her head in denial of surrender, and the conviction that the pain must be endured...it simply MUST be endured! Helena repeated the thought inside her own mind as they both felt the torment growing and growing. Cassandra struggled and thrashed her lithe body like a wild cat but there was no escape.
‘Say it you bitch,’ said the man, pushing the rod against her, driving it into the roasting breast flesh. Blood oozed from the ugly burns across the arching flesh.
‘AAAAAEEEEAAAARRRRRR!’
‘Say it,’ he snarled, as his pants bulged with excitement.
Helena bashed her head against the metal frame behind her as she shared the anguish of having her firm young tits slowly burned away. Cassandra was in agony and lost in a tide of pain. The beautiful black haired crime fighter howled, not caring that Moon was watching. The blonde woman was being tortured to death, and Helena knew exactly what she was feeling.
Say it, Helena thought, her naked body tense and bucking with pain. Helena would never have given in herself but she could not bear the horror of what the Amazon librarian was being subjected to. She wanted Cassandra to save herself, end the agony.
‘Say it!’ the man shouted.
Cassandra pulled her body back and forth as she tried to pull her tit free while the rod felt as it were setting her pert pink nipple on fire. She could feel her tit being scorched away, blistering and melting.
<Stop it!> she screamed.
‘YAAAAAAAAAH!’ Helena screamed.
‘In English, you Greek cunt!’
SSSSSSSSSSSSS
Cassandra threw her head around, her blonde hair whipping across her tear streaked face as she made sounds of terrible suffering. The merc pushed the rod all the way in, not stopping until her felt it nudging her ribs under the tit cushion, impaling the burned tit cone so that heated meat bulge out all around the rod. Cassandra flailed her head from side to side...the pain so great, she just couldn’t take it anymore. The sound of sizzling breast meat was competed with the woman high pitched shrieks.
‘It stays in place until you say it in English, you slut! the man snarled, keeping the rod pressed into her mammal globe. The skin was blistering and bursting around the metal probe, hot blood running down the victim’s flat stomach, and Helena felt something inside the suffering Amazon break.
‘STOP IT!’ Cassandra screamed at the top of her lungs. Her ravishing body shone awash with pain sweat as she jerked and convulsed, eyes wide as she howled in agony. ‘STOP IT!!!’
‘Yeah!’ the men yelled. The metal kept burning the screaming woman breast while she sobbed and yowled. ‘Say it again, whore!’
‘MAKE IT STOP!’ Cassandra screamed.
The torturer smiled and slowly....very, very slowly pulled the rod away...drawing out the moment when the probe would actually loose contact with her burned flesh for as long as possible. Cassandra watched as she bit her lip and gave a high pitched moan , praying for it to leave her flesh, the pain not able to end soon enough. She could see her skin peeling back in blood soaked layers as it clung to the heated iron, tearing loose from her as he drew the instrument away. The pain filled her whole world from her breast outwards and the smell of roasting flesh filled the space. Her gorgeous blue eyes were wide with anguish as they made her watch the mutilation of her ripe female orb.
Then the rod left her pain-pulsing tit and the blonde’s head fell back on the table.
‘What I tell you; breast meat is always the best for roasting!’ the mercenary joked, and his companion laughed along. Helena felt like she would be physically sick listening to these pigs joking about how they were brutally torturing an innocent woman for the perverted kicks.
Moon looked at Huntress unblemished body, trembling with shared pain. He observed the reaction of the perfect globes of female flesh on her chest, the action of the nipples as the mammalian organs responded as evolution dictated to stimulus. Professional as he might be, he couldn’t deny the thrill of seeing such beauty exposed for his inspection and vulnerable to his attentions. The scientist did not often indulge the baser impulses of his physiology, but he was self aware enough to understand the need to occasionally purge those lingering animal traits, lest they interfere with his work. He suspected that by the time this session concluded he would need to visit one of the captive Amazons personally.
Not the one in the room, of course. Quite apart from the fact that she was likely to be in no state to provide him with much satisfaction, it would have introduced and unwanted variable to his experiments.
Huntress panted, her own smaller and unmarked breasts heaving, the visual of her perfect, undamaged tits belying the enormous pain eating away inside those firm mounds. The poker was gone but the burns still produced anguish for the blonde records keeper, her breasts sending unceasing messages of pain to her nervous system. Helena could not imagine how Cassandra was not screaming her head off, or unconscious. She wondered if the Amazon passed out would the link be severed, even for just a little while.
‘Your fellow woman is putting up quite a fight,’ Moon commented, checking his displays. ‘The average human female would be begging for mercy by now.’
Huntress sneered, hearing the disdain in his voice on the work female – as if the average human male would be any less inclined to beg under such torture. ‘They are not - normal – women,’ Huntress said, he melodic voice strained and thin. ‘Untie her…and she’ll show you…a fight.’ She flexed her own muscles, pulling herself up a little on the inverted frame. ‘When we get…out of…this…you’ll be… be the one begging…for it to stop…coward!’
‘I can well imagine,’ he agreed. ‘Sadly, you and your “heroines” had your chance to best us, and lost. As in any such struggle, nature demands you pay the price.’
In the torture chamber, the men watched Cassandra recovering. Her breath was ragged, each inhalation stretching her scorched skin, making her wince. ‘So you do speak English,’ the rod holder smiled. ‘Good, that will make this a lot more fun.’
‘Those cow udders of yours won’t feel so good having a man groping and fondling them for quite some time, blondie!’ one of the others snickered, watching the red, scorched breasts rising and falling. She scowled in disgust, refusing to look at him.
‘Why would I enjoy being mauled by a pig at any time,’ she said with disdain, her voice surprisingly clear considering how much pain Helena knew her to be in. The Gotham champion smiled inwardly to hear the Themyscian’s spirit still burned bright, though she knew every word exchanged with these filth was one step back in Cassandra’s resolve.
For their part, the men grimaced, clearly thinking her broken early and taken aback that any woman could endure such treatment and not be begging for their cocks. Reaching over the man watching grabbed the sore tit mound hard and made it bulge around his clenched fist, blood wetting his hand. Huntress shared the librarians hiss of pain, her chest flesh hurting like it was being dragged across hot razors and her back arching as Cassandra’s did. Moon observed the identical reaction with interest and made notes.
‘Does this grant a new perspective on feeling for your sister?’ Moon asked, watching cold sweat shining on Huntress forehead and chest. Huntress did not make Cassandra’s mistake of answering this time, though; she was too busy fighting the anguish in her abused boob as it was ruthlessly crushed. She gasped and choked, pulling at her bonds more vigorously, as the man in the other room twisted Cassandra’s breast around as far as the meaty orb of burned meat would go. The librarian kept her lips pressed tight, eyes closed, a ‘MMMNNNNNNN’ of torment coming from her tight throat.
‘A bit touchy, aren’t we!’ the impassive man grinned, looking down at her breast being cruelly twisted by his companion while blood oozed thickly between his fingers. Her legs were tense, the girl leaning forward to try and take pressure off her captive mammal meat. ‘Well, no need for us to prolong things - we just need to have the access codes to your library computers, slut.’
Cassandra only groaned, but Huntress blinked in acknowledgement of this information. It was no less than she had suspected when she had learned Cassandra’s identity as a records keeper but proof was always desirable. She hoped Cassandra could keep from giving them what they wanted, even though she knew it would be condemning both of them to even more hellish pain.
‘We know you can talk,’ the merc holding her tit said, and gave it another savage twist that made the blonde sob aloud, ‘so talk!’ Cassandra kept her eyes closed, tears staining her cheeks as her mouth moved soundlessly. The torturer grunted and pulled at the tit...literally pulling her long upper torso off the table by her twisted, throbbing breast.
‘GAAAAAHH!!!’
He held her there for a few moments while Helena writhed in her bonds, the sensation of her teat being slowly torn off her chest making her weep and twist her body back and forth - then the bastard in the room let go. Cassandra’s back banged into the tables’ hard surface as her released tit jiggling atop her chest. Slowly resuming it former, perfect, burn marked shape.
Reaching across the man who had burned her breasts grabbed the tits twin and mashed them together. Helena felt the pressure of her mounds being squeezed tight, as she had done so many times while bathing, but this time instead of arousal she felt horrible torment flash amidst her cleavage. The tender inner curves rubbing like sandpaper against each other as the wounds were pushed together, inflaming the pain threefold.
‘You are...animals!’ Huntress heard Cassandra gasp, the blondes breast feeling like it had become a bag of hot coals in her tormentor’s hands...almost to hot for him to hold on to. The heat from the flesh must have filled his own hand but he kept squeezing the two tit cones together as hard as he could, mashing them against each other. Rather than flinching from that heat he seemed to relish it, knowing for his stunning prisoner it was a hundred times worse, her tit meat impregnated with a fiery horror. Her long lashes beaded with tears that rand down her cheeks. The watching superheroine felt them on her own face and also felt the deep shame of an Amazon being made to show such weakness before her enemies.
And she couldn’t help thinking about the fact that Cassandra might actually give into these brutes and give them the access codes...Helena could feel the resolve of the prisoner, rock hard and yet slowly eroding as fear began mixing with the pain. Through the link she felt the man let go of the blonde woman’s tits, and through the glass plate she saw him as he looked down her flat, well-muscled stomach...shiny with perspiration, like a strip of oiled velum in one of the librarian’s records.
The men seemed to sense it too, letting go of the tits only to slap them both together again so they smacked loudly against each other, their eyes now fixed like lasers on the neatly trimmed triangle of curled, blonde hair pointing towards the sweet entrance into her body. While the thug who had used the heating iron set it aside the man who had been mauling her breasts picked up what looked like a metal spike or skewer, eight inches long and wickedly pointed.
‘No need to go high tech all the time,’ he laughed.
The third criminal grabbed Cassandra’s chin, and dragged her head around to look at the implement shining in the light. She watched the spike through half closed eyes.....pushing out her jaw and clearly trying to steel herself against the inevitable.
‘We got told how you bitched got beat once before by Hercules.’ He looked sidelong at the torture instrument in his hand, poised over the magnificent piece of she-meat bound helpless before him. ‘Did they have things like this the first time you bitches were captured back in the day?’ he scoffed. Back when that bad ass Hercules chained you all up and raped you one at a time.
Heracles, you ignorant pig, Huntress thought bitterly, knowing the history of which he spoke. She wondered bitterly how Cassandra had endured on that occasion, what foul barbarities she had been subjected to at the hands of the conquering Greeks, her immortal existence on Paradise Island meaning she had to suffer the same awful fate again now, thousands of years later.
‘Give - us - the codes,’ the man said firmly.
Cassandra looked at the skewer, but shook her head.
‘Wow man,’ one of the men said. ‘You sounded just like that guy in Die Hard when you said that!’
‘Yeah, right before he blew that Jap guys head off,’ laughed the other. ‘I love that movie.’
The paid soldier with the skewer smiled too. Then he slapped the Amazons face with all this strength, snapping her head abound and letting Huntress taste blood in her mouth as he broke the gorgeous prisoners red lip.
‘The codes,’ he growled again.
Hanging in the never-ending pain of the burns on the prisoner’s chest, Helena felt Cassandra seething in anger as she looked at the man. She needed no chip to understand that emotion, or to share it. As she had at other times, she wondered how heroes like the Batman refrained from just hurling these sort of scum off the top of the nearest highrise building.
‘Put that thing through your testicles, and I might consider it!’ the Amazon hissed, and Huntress gave a pinched smile. ‘Atta girl,’ she whispered, her breathing coming in long, laboured inhalations.
Moon watched and made more notes. The stubbornness from the Amazon was not unexpected, given her cultural heritage, but even he was a little surprised as Huntress’ continued defiance. He checked to make sure the neural link was working at one hundred per cent and that she really was feeling the torture to its fullest.
‘I got a better idea,’ the man standing over Cassandra said softly. Then as she and Huntress both watched helplessly, he suddenly stabbed the sharpened point straight down through the Amazon’s firm belly.
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