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Part vi
Diana
All over the imprisoned Island, screens flickered to life. Oracle could see the feeds appearing in multiple locations as the rogues gallery of villains tuned in the watch Diana’s torment.
‘You clearly have lost sight of how important you efforts are, Ms Gordon,’ the voice from the ceiling said. ‘We trust that this will help remind you.’
Again with the we, Barbara thought, but she had little chance to follow up on that observation. All he video input was bombarding her with alternate shots of the same repulsive viewing, and no matter what she did her mind was unable to escape the horror of it.
The demon warriors stood either side of Diana. Her body glistening the orange light of the fires in the chamber, she glared at them in defiance. Her blue eyes betrayed no sign of weakness or surrender, though the cuts and bruises on her body showed the signs of the suffering she had already endured, both at their hands and since her capture days ago. The two vile beasts ogled at her firm nudity, flicking their slit tongues over their lips, their abnormally huge cocks pointing straight up.
And they were not the only ones. Unknown to the proud Amazon but horribly revealed for Barbara, monitor screens throughout the complex were sending live images of her torment to criminals watching her humiliation with terrible glee, eager to see more of the worlds greatest heroine suffering degradation and disgrace. Bets were being made and money put down on how long she would last, how much she could withstand before being broken. Would she scream in ten minutes, twenty? What torture would the two fiends use next? Would she show signs of fear? What words would come form her lips? Surrender? Terror? Bold defiance?
Barbara could only watch the vile scene unfold, an unwilling audience to sickness on a massive scale, as from behind her rimless glasses tears of outrage spilled down her face.
***
In the chamber itself Diana was aware of a new spectator, his image forming on the wall amid a circle of flame - a manlike figure with blond hair, a chiselled physique clad in skin tight green and silver, sinister good looks, and baleful glowing green eyes
The demons cowered slightly at the sight the newcomer, but Diana though stared brazenly at him, recognizing him from her last visit to the netherworld.
The creature who had killed her - Neron the demon king!
‘Diana.’ Neron’s voice rumbled, ‘so good to see you again. And looking so well,’ he laughed as his eyes roved over her body, naked but for her boots, bracelets, and tiara.
Diana kept still but her mind was filled with the memory of her last time in Neron’s company - how he has set the demon Etrigan to torture her for his amusement while she as tied spread-eagled from wall to wall. She remembered the rank weight of the vile beast perched atop her, using a red hot iron to inflict suffering on her body for the dark lords pleasure. It frustrated and infuriated her, that she seemed destine to go through something like that yet again. Her hands became fists in their shackles and her whole body tensed even more in its tight bondage, seemingly in preparation for battle.
Neron, meanwhile only smiled in recognition of her memory of his hospitality. ‘On that occasion,’ he said, ‘our time together was interrupted by your sister Artemis - who I understand has already been the guest of my new minions here.’ The two torturers giggled in lustful glee at the memory of the red-heads epic suffering. ‘So this time there will be no one to cut short your time with us.’
‘Do not doubt for one moment that this time will end soon enough, Neron, and badly for you and your slaves,’ Diana said evenly; but her eyes were full of cold anger.
‘There are many on your island eager to see how you deal with finally being held accountable for your arrogant virtue, little Amazon,’ Neron chuckled. ‘Strutting about with your pretensions of righteousness while displaying your body in that skimpy little outfit. Flaunting your perfection in their faces while you deny them, humiliate them. It is for them that I set aside some of my valuable time to oversee this matter, so let us not keep them in suspense - I wouldn’t want to,’...he smiled slyly...,’TORTURE them unnecessarily.
Diana seethed at the demon lords own pretensions of virtue. ‘It is you and the evil you foster in the world that makes the armour of me and my sisters and thing of shameful sexuality, Lord of Hell. Those who chose to follow you are only those too weak to rise above their own greed and lust.’
‘Whore needs some lessons!’one of the demon whispered to the other, afraid to speak up in their master’s presence. But Neron laughed, leaning back on his throne.
‘Such wonderful fire, Amazon. We in hell appreciate the brightness of the flames.’ His eyes narrowed in a sinister glare. ‘Let us show you how much.’ Sensing their cue at last the lustful monsters scurried over to return in front of Diana with armloads of strange and evil looking devices, all made of heavy metal and adorned with wheels and vices. ‘Be assured Wonder Woman,’ Neron said happily, ‘you will not die in this chamber…though you may soon beg me for that release.’
Diana’s breathing became heavier, as she beheld the monstrous devices in the claws of her nemesis´ hands. Even her bravery and steel resolve could not prevent her feeling her stomach clench at the sight the instruments of her coming pain. After all, it was not as if she enjoyed being tortured – but that changed nothing of her Amazon discipline. ‘You will not hear me plead Neron - neither you, nor your foul subjects.’
‘Bold words Princess, and no less than I would expect of you.’ The metal abominations clattered in the hands of the demons preparing them. ‘Rest assured there will be others who wish to pay you back in kind for all your efforts on behalf of wretched humanity. Who will, I believe favour more...technological approach to their attentions.’ Diana watched the instruments being readied at her feet, her eyes narrow and the movements of her pink crowned breasts regular. ‘But for our time together, I thought you would appreciate a more traditional approach to punishing Amazon hubris - more in line to what dear Heracles and his minions dealt out to your sister and mother. Though my toys will be far more sophisticated...and effective...than any blundering demigod’s.’
Diana’s jaw worked in silent fury at the vile words tossed at her. She couldn’t deny the fact that the instruments at her feet scared her, but she was not scared of the pain she was about to endure. Her only fear was that she would let down those who depended on her now – her friends, her Amazon sisters, Donna. She didn’t want this to happen but it was the measure of her heroism that she would NOT yield...she would NOT beg for mercy, nor buy her salvation with what her captors wanted to hear. As her sisters had endured it...as her mother had endured it...so would she, and honour their courage by matching it with her own.
The first creature stood up, the device in his hand a type of clamp with rounded plates not unlike the shaped of her own Amazon bracelets, each one affixed with a screw. Diana could see that the inside of the plate was studded with shallow but wicked looking spikes.
‘I’m a leg man, myself,’ the demon rumbled, ‘or was, when I was human.’ Diana looked at him in contempt, thinking that whatever humanity this beast had possessed had vanished long before his current transformation.
He stopped down until his massive penis nearly brushed the stone floor, and with his claw began to saw off her left boot, peeling it down ‘til it left her leg bare to the ankle. The black haired warrior felt a strange surge of relief, that they would not go straight for her breasts or…vagina…as she would have expected of them. Yet she knew that that relief was a foolish hope. Whatever they did would be bad, and she was sure the parts of her body that made her a woman would be hurt soon enough.
The creature began to set the clamp onto her leg while his partner reached over and used another device - this one shaped like two sets of metal plates about six inches long set with serrated jaws facing inwards. A leather strap let him tie it to her wrist while he reached to pry open her fingers.
Diana kept her hand tight, the monster struggling to wrench the digits apart but failing to move to overcome the strength of the heroine. ‘Fucking Amazon bitch,’ he swore, Diana smiling grimly at his frustration. After a minute of futile wrestling he glared at her and called to his companion. ‘Give me some fucking help here!’ he barked.
His friend laughed. ‘Need a hand for the little girl?’ he jibed, stepping up and adding his muscle to the mix.
‘I would not go out of my way to make my servants angry, my dear.’ Neron chuckled as he watched the contest. ‘You will find them even more inclined to make you miserable when they are irritated.’
Diana ignore the truth of Neron’s words, jaw tight as she fought the two creatures now wrestling with her - her one hand to their four. They sweated and swore, finally pulling the hand open and jamming the parallel clamps in place on the back of her long fingers. With the devices in place the demons wasted no time setting them to work, their mechanisms fiendishly straightforward. The beast who had attached her leg irons kneeled down and each monster began turning the screws, the action working to push the metal plates towards each other and putting pressure on the Amazon flesh and bone between.
Diana felt the compression on her leg first, the plate set over her shin driving quickly to the bone under the thin covering of skin. It was not unlike a kick to the lower leg during her sparring sessions with Donna, but that pain was sharp and swift. This began dull but quickly built to a sharp edge, but even worse it was sustained, constant.
As her long lower leg began to throb with discomfort, she felt her four fingers being pressed by the jaws on her hand. The metal on her upper fingers began to dig in first, the one on her lower finger between the first joint and knuckles following suit. It was painful, but not beyond endurance. Diana set her will, wetting her full lips with her tongue to battle the thirst of days without water, blinking a little as she felt the annoyance growing to true pain. The spikes digging into her leg were crushing in on the smooth flesh, the hell-forged metal testing the skin of her heroic form in a way no earthly material could have. Her calf muscle was tight, as if it were cramping.
‘Not so bad, yet, hmmm?’ the first demon operating her finger-crushing device asked. ‘Don’t worry, hero-whore. Plenty of toys still left for your enjoyment. Plenty,’ he finished giggling. He twisted again and the jaws bit into her finger hard, the lovely woman exhaling slowly as she felt her digits being crushed. Her arm was steady but the tendons in her wrist twitched as she tried to push back, little drops of blood starting to drip from the jaws. Besides the pain, she felt a twinge of fear, thinking about that if this would go on much longer, she might never be able to use that hand again.
Her red lip quivered as the beast below gave another long twist and there was a wet grinding wound as she felt the spikes of the boot penetrate her calf, the ones in front already setting a thin stream of red running down her leg and over her foot.
Seemingly satisfied for the moment, the demon standing left her hand and took up a set of material similar to barbed wire. Diana watched the new device with a sinking feeling, as quickly he began to wrap it around her opposite arm between the elbow and shoulder. Spikes on the wire cutting the skin with the merest touch, and he tied the wire in place and began to adjust a winch on one end, the razors tightening over her bicep.
Neron observed the ongoing procedure with his chin resting on one hand. ‘Your beauty is enhanced with each second, thanks to my menial’s attentions. You should be thankful to us, for perfecting your appearance, dear princess,’ the hell lord opined evilly.
The stoic heroine said nothing but drew her breaths slowly and deliberately, feeling the barbs begin to cut the skin of her arm so that she winced slightly. Even that small action setting off some cheers in viewing chambers across the island, eager eyes watching as new beads of sweat...cold sweat....were forming on her body. The pain was still endurable but inside she cringed with the deliberate mutilation, trying to keep her mind from wondering what other horrors awaited her
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The screw on her leg took another twist and she closed her eyes and pressed her red lips tight, feeling the skin being ground off her shinbone as the metal grated against the white bone underneath. The demon chuckled as he looked up the length of the awesome body above him to the pinched features, then took up another device.
***
On Barbara’s screens and across the island the reactions were all different to the Amazon´s suffering but all had one thing in common...that all of them were means of celebrating the torture of Wonder Woman. Champagne bottles were opened. Toasts were exchanged. Sweat-meats were eaten with leisure, cocks were rubbed, unwilling pussies were masturbated roughly. Among the mercenaries there were even some female operatives happy to join in, several couples having hot pumping sex while watching her ordeal.
***
Demon number 2 had finished with the wire and now was using his leverage to twist Diana’s free hand over and fix it palm up to a stone plinth. A metal bowl was set above it, angled like a saucepan down towards the Amazons hand, and a small flame was set under the pan, the contents bubbling inside as they heated. Within a moment, a single drop of hissing green fluid had dripped from the spout onto Diana’s hand, burning the skin and setting red blisters growing across her palm. She gasped, trying to pull back and close her fist, but the bonds stopped her. Instead of pulling away, the action of her tensed bicep set the wire around her it digging on the flesh more sharply so that red rubies ran down over her skin to drip off her arm as the metal edges went tearing the skin and down towards the muscle.
Demon number 2 chuckled at the dilemma he had created for his victim. His red cock was bouncing up with renewed steeliness at the sight of her suffering. ‘By the way,’ he sneered, ‘once that wire tightens it won’t loosen again. So I’d be real careful how much flexing you do,’ he added, showing off his own impressive bicep in front of her.
***
Wonder Woman’s gasp of pain had provoked a numbers of "oh"s and "ah"s throughout the island and the extent of her stamina was again up for a fresh debate. Each device added another level of pain, not negating the torture of the earlier cruelties but overlapping them, multiplying them.
Meanwhile, the Amazon princess glared at the yellow eyes of her tormentor and cursed the fact that she could not gather enough moisture inside her dry mouth and throat to spit into his vile face. Barbara could see her breathing was no longer so steady and her breasts rose and fell more heavily, to the delight of the demon and the applause of many of the viewers.
'Damn, that bitch is hot!' Barbara caught a view of Weather Wizard laughing, while beside his Merlyn the Archer sipped his drink and kept his eyes glued to the action onscreen.
***
The first demon had wasted no time on his next choice, a smaller clamp to the first made of two flat plates set either side of the tall beauty’s right knee. ‘We have to balance you accessories,’ he smiled with a mouth full of fangs, tapping the left legs metal brace and sending a hammering load of pan through Diana’s lower limb. A warrior trained in the martial arts, the heroine knew all to well the vulnerability of the knee, with its cluttered nerves and floating cap of bone. It took only a few twists to bring sharp suffering to her leg.
Merciful Apollo, are they going to cripple me? she thought, as her face remained calm and unafraid despite the hellish pain. As she tried to move another burning drop landed on her palm and the pain roared up her arm, her eyes watering as she kept her hand steady lest she tear her bicep even more. Her other hand pounded as if between two hammer, the fingers wet with blood.
Twist! The knee bones moved with a life of their own and she inhaled sharply, the cameras on her breasts capturing the action for the sadistic crowd. The demon turned the screw again and Diana’s eyes fluttered. She now had to clench her jaw in order not to scream, the white of her perfect teeth visible through her open, red lips. A small strangled sound of pain whispered from her.
Drip...hisss...the pain from her burned hand was now constant, like it was being held in a fire. The beast next to her ran his talon along her other arms, tickling her foully. Then demon number 2 picked up a two-foot-long skewer and waved it in front of Diana’s blue eyes for a second, while he stepped up on front going between her spread out arm and leg. Standing in front of her he slowly set the sharp, but sadly not all that sharp, skewer against the inside of her bicep She watched him with eyes glimmering with disgust. The turning of the crank on her knee bringing a gasp of suffering as they held each other eyes.
The semi-sharp point indented her muscle further and further, as more and more pressure was applied to the skewer. The beast watched her teeth grinding slowly together as he stood waiting patiently for the next turn. Then, with a sickening plunging sensation, the skewer’s top embedded itself inside her firm-muscled flesh as simultaneously, the knee screw crushed inwards and the burning fluid scorched her palm, making her jerk and the wire cutting deeper in the bulging muscle!
'NNNNAAAAAARRRRRRGGHHHH!' she gasped, eyes almost closed, dragging in air deep and fast as her chest danced softly, nipples hard. Smiling evilly, the demon pushed the skewer deeper into her muscle, twisting it back and forth as it travelled further inside...sometimes retracting it just a little before pushing it still deeper.
‘GGGHHHHHHHH…AAAHHH….!’
Finally, the point of the metal emerged at the other side of her upper-arm, it’s bloodied tip shining in the light of the torches.
'NNNNNNNNNN...nnnnn..nnnnn...uhhhhh…'
***
Diana’s panting moans setting off a storm of similar but far happier ones among the villains watching. ‘Fuck me,’ Deadshot gasped from one of Oracles monitors, as he lay atop an Amazon prisoner, watching everything as he used the bound woman’s nubile body.
***
Two chains came down from a winch on the ceiling and the demon fastened both to the handle and the bloody point of the skewer. Then the chains were pulled tight....and tighter still. Diana felt her body straining, the skin on her leg tearing more, felt her skewered bicep muscle being pulled upward by the chains....tearing at the very fabric of her tissue, slowly pulling her flesh away from the bone. Blood dripped from her wounded arm. She let her head fall, chin set on her chest as she set her jaw and sucked back her cries of anguish.
‘So brave, Diana,’ Neron commented. ‘Your mother would be proud of you. I only wish, as I’m sure you do, she could be here to see this.’
Wonder Woman refused to answer as her mind and body attacked by unrelenting agony, her legs and arms sending waves and waves of hellish pain into her nervous system. The monster on her legs now stood up and picked up another poker like this companions, but this one glowing from the heat of the coals it had been resting in. Diana could feel the unwelcome warmth on the inner thighs and could not help her breathing to come out like a low, subdued sobbing.
The creature stretched out its taloned hand and let the tip of the hot iron touch the skin, the heat searing the flesh red in an instant and making the gleaming black tressed beauty twist hard. Below her waist her legs were throbbing and aching constantly, long stems of sweating pain, he burning pain caused her to flex her muscles and flinch while her fingers crushed by the metal glove. She hissed at the pain caused by the poker while her hair clung to her head as she blinked sweat from her eyes. ‘Steady, whore!’ the demon gloated. ‘You must remain steady, or you’ll hurt yourself!’
***
'Yeah, the cunt is suffering now!' crowed Mirror Master, as he angled his hand lens to make his own copy of the spectacle as he rubbed his tight crotch. ‘Make the stuck up whore beg for mercy!’
***
Diana pursed her lips, the pain combined with the terrible knowledge that there would only be more pain. The poker kissed her leg again, from behind, drawing a line of burned skin around her tightly muscular limb so that she trembled in her shackles. ‘Damn you,’ she whispered hoarsely. The demon only picked up another item for his enjoyment as it watched her body shuddering, every movement meaning more pain and more humiliation. When it held the object up Diana forced herself to look at it fearlessly; a whip, consisting of a strong, wooden handle from which there hung three lengths of fine chain three feet in length. Another three were strands of leather with numerous metal balls set into them, while the last three were equipped with double-pointed, sharp thorns. The reason for the beasts seeming inattention to her body became horribly clear.
‘We want to warm you up evenly for the main course,’ demon laughed.
***
‘Yeah!’ breathed Sonar, eyes wide with anticipation. ‘Let me hear the screams, the sweet, sweet screams.’ The thick-spectacled Professor Ivo stood standing with his nose pressed to huge viewing screen in a private room while the naked bronze-skinned Amazon sitting in his torture chair groaned though her gag.
***
The demon with the flagella drew back his hand, building up strength...then the horrible cat-o’nine-tails clashed against Diana’s back.
'NNN' came the short outburst, her arms tensing instinctively and more blood running free. All the air was driven out of her lungs by the force of the blow. She gasped for breath, stoically struggling not to scream in pain. The demon lashed out against her back again, the tails of chain and leather and balls battering against her ribs and spine, bruising her skin and setting the nerve-endings of her back into an inferno of pain as the thorns tore her flesh open at the same time. She felt her back raked open and shuddered, her mouth open but no sound coming emerging. Her burned hand bleed freely and the molten fluid ate away the skin to the sinew underneath.
The monster with the poker seemed happy to watch and fondle himself, while his partner began to whip her back in earnest. The hellishly designed whip was slowly shredding the skin of her back and putting her through pain no mortal outside hell could imagine. His hard cock bounced with a fresh surge of pleasure each time the whip crashed against Diana’s broad back. She drew breath after sobbing breath, her head down and nostrils flaring. Tears wet her face but not once did she open her mouth to ask for mercy. She could feel the blood running down her ass and the backs of her long legs and her were hands trembling in pain.
Then fresh agony exploded in a so far undamaged part of her body, as the whip began hitting her ass-cheeks. ‘HRRRRRRRRRRR!!!’she growled, anger mixing with pain.
Her head was cast back, legs straining even as muscles and bones crushed and twisted between the harsh metal vices.
***
‘HIT THE BITCH AGAIN,’ came a chorus of shouts around screens on Oracles panel. ‘MAKE THAT ASS BLEED,’ came another cheer. "WHIP HER TITS, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. COME ON!" yelled a female voice, the Queen from the Royal Flush Gang fondling her own breasts and staring with envy and loathing at the Amazon princess’ impossibly large and firm chest..
‘Oh Diana,’ Barbara wept softly.
***
The monster pulled back and delivered another blow with the whip, this time just to the right mound. The orb jerking as the skin tore and blood flicked across the whip and demon holding it. The creatures seemed transfixed for the moment with their victims powerful backside, and Neron showed no desire to hurry the matter. The demon used the flail on the left side and more cuts sprang up. Up and down he worked the whip, across her broad shoulders and arching spine.
He then stopped the beating for a second in order to let his comrade torturer have a go at the poor Amazon´s bloodied back. ‘We better cauterize this,’ he said, running the tip of his white-hot poker over several of her bloody stripes and open whip marks. ‘Wouldn’t want these to get infected the first beast chuckled. There was hissing and Diana let her head come up as she moaned loudly. Her quivering movements as her body was burned an inch at a time set of fresh pain in the bones of her legs, the muscles of her powerful arms.
Even Neron seemed moved by her heroic struggle. The demon-monarch sat drinking in the dark pleasures of evil all over Themyscria working furiously on their cocks as an innocent and noble woman was tortured before them.
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