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Part ii
starfire
Koriand’r was in a circular cell, about thirty feet wide and with two doors. She had been here since being transported by Warp from her cell, the villain using his powers to teleport her directly into her shackles. A single heavy metal beam ran across her shoulders and held her arms out to her sides, chains securing her there. Another set of manacles around her ankles were attached to metal poles. These rose up from the floor, holding her legs bent past right angles, her feet level with her head, so that she was supported three feet off the ground by her ankles and her arms and shoulders. Her long curling hair hung down almost to the floor as she swayed gently.
Water dripped from the ceiling, making her body shine under the white lights before it ran out a drain beneath her. Kori tried not to think how that drain could also carry away blood dripping to the floor.
The gold-skinned alien tested the strength of her shackles and the chains, and was not surprised to find out they would not give in to her struggles. She was completely defenceless. Her armour had been removed except for her arm braces and her metal boots. Normally she would have ignored the removal of her clothes - on Tamaran she had often gone nude, and had never understood the way earth women pretended to want to hide their bodies while taking pains ton highlight their charms. But here, in this dungeon, her nudity was an affront, an indignity visited upon her, and she desperately wished for some pieces of garment to cover her ample curves.
The doors slid open and men entered form either side. Through one door came the dark skinned Houngan, dressed in he wild finery that left his powerful chest bare. With him strode the slightly built and moustached Frenchman, Warp, in his gold apparel.
On the other came three equally sinister figures.
First came Psimon - the leering telepath with his brain visible through his transparent skull, its surface crackling with evil power. He was tall and lean, like a spectre as he paced silently. Next to him came the comically short Gizmo, his appearance belying his sinister genius for invention . And lumbering in last came Mammoth, eight feet of brawn in a skin tight black suit, sporting his new long hair and shaggy red beard.
Kori felt their eyes on her...their expressions varying from mild amusement, leering raunchiness, and downright hatred. She returned their stares with glares of her own, her fingers tingling with the ability to access her awesome starbolt powers still maddeningly out of reach.
‘Told ya she couldn’t escape.’ Gizmo gloated. The man Warp nodded in appreciation, his eyes travelling over the curve of Kori delightful ass while Mammoth frankly stared at her impressive chest, nostrils snorting.
‘Then we are prepared to begin our experiment,’ Houngan said with a humourless smile.
Mammoth chuckled, and the black voodoo technician shot Psimon a questioning look.
‘He thought you said ‘sex-periment,’’ the telepath sighed.
Kori felt her stomach tighten with a queasy sensation, a feeling that had started when those fiends entered the cell and had increased from there on with each passing second. But she said nothing, only regarded them with a cold expression.
‘No words of defiance, ma petit,’ Warp laughed, moving his fingers over her arm. The battle honed muscles flexed under his fingers. ‘Will you not tell us how we will suffer for our crimes sometime soon.’ He let his hand rove down over her breast, flicking her nipple playfully.
Kori watched with contempt, then suddenly lunged at him with an animal snarl so fierce that the Frenchman leapt back, falling to the floor in surprise. Mammoth’s laughter boomed around the room as the Brotherhood member pulled himself up to greet Starfire’s superior smirk.
It seems Starfire is living up to the second part of her name.’ Good,’ said Psimon. Mammoth still chuckled, as his gaze remained on Kori´s magnificent breasts. He just couldn’t seem to get enough of the sight of her bronze-skinned globes with those unearthly red nipples enthroned upon them. ‘Let me give her some good punches and she’ll be seeing stars!’ the giant leered, trying to contribute to the metaphoric conversation.
‘Now now,’ said Psimon, ‘there will be time enough for that later.’ He nodded to Gizmo, who came forward and floated upwards on his jet pack, taking his time to enjoy the view of naked flesh as she moved up to eye level with the alien princess. Reaching out he pulled back her hair, while she watched through slitted eyes, and attached a round device to her neck near the base of her skull, then checked come readouts on a wrist monitor. He nodded to Psimon to indicate all was working, the floated back out of the way.
‘We have some wonderful new methods of extracting information thanks to some help form another Princess; Wonder Woman to be exact.’
‘Wonder Woman would never help you filth,’ Kori said confidently.
‘You shall judge soon enough,’ Psimon replied. ‘But first we need to establish a baseline for our tests.’
‘Tests? On what?’ Kori scoffed.
‘Pain’ said Psimon with a smile.
‘Yeah, paaain!’ Mammoth rumbled, licking his lips. Psimon took a step back and raised his hand, gesturing, a Kori felt a pressure in her mind. She met his gaze without flinching, but her body tensed at the invasion.
‘The water is helping enhance signal quality across her body surface,’ Gizmo said, eyes flicking from the dials to Kori’s spectacular nudity. ‘Am sending signal…now.’
‘Houngan, we can proceed when you are ready.’ Psimon said with relish.
The black man reached our and produced the voodoo fetish that he had tressed with a lock of Kori’s hair. The Tamaranian woman tried to swallow, yet her mouth seemed completely dry. She looked at the innocuous doll, knowing the techno shaman could use it to produce any sensation in the body of his target.
Houngan smiled at his captive, then focused his attention to the voodoo-doll in Kori’s likeness he was holding. Knowing full well what was to come she pulled at the chains, angry to be so helpless. Do your worst, scum, she thought, suddenly seeing Psimon’s smile grow wider.
‘Trust me, princess. I will!’ Houngan said, pulling out the first of his needles.
Her breathing got faster, her head moving as she shook the water from her eyes. He pushed the needle against the dolls stomach...slowly, ever so slowly pushing the tip against the puppet’s belly - then letting it sink into the doll. Kori looked at the doll with the needle with anxiety, teeth set. The other men fidgeted with eagerness for the fun to start.
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Houngan smiled at her, then whispered one word: ‘Hunger’.
She felt it suddenly. Kori felt her stomach contracting into a hard ball of hellish torment; she was starving, starving as if she hadn’t eaten in days. Sudden cramps made her mouth twist and a little moan escaped. Her head dipped slightly, her belly contracting and her taught belly twitching.
‘Remarkable,’ Houngan mused. ‘A human would be sobbing like a small child in mere seconds from this!’
‘It’s the solar energy her body stores,’ Gizmo asserted, his eyes flitting from his readouts to the gorgeous girls undulating midriff. The action of her abdominal muscles made her fantastic breasts move in a way that was wholly arousing.
Houngan nodded, and then he pushed the needle deeper and whispered again. ‘Starvation’, he said, grinning evilly.
‘Be careful you do not truly kill her, mon ami,’ Warp said, as Koriand’r shuddered, feeling her stomach collapsing. She gasped, the sensation like being hit in the midriff with a steel pole and then being slowly crushed beneath it. Her breathing came in long, exhausted pants. The techno-mage smiled, watching her suffering. ‘Don´t worry too much,’ the man with the doll said to the Frenchman. ‘She’s a sturdy one. If you are worried about her now, what will you say in a few minutes?’ Both men chuckled.
‘Are you hungry, princess?’ Psimon inquired politely. His dark eyes were fixed on the girls navel as it moved spasmodically. The chains rattled as she trembled.
‘Only...for your blood,’ the alien beauty spat back.
Houngan pulled out the needle and sighed in satisfaction. He always enjoyed using his powers, but this was somehow more rewarding than usual. Starfire slouched, feeling the sensation of gnawing hunger subside, but already Houngan was making an adjustment, ready to begin again. This time the needle approached the dolls left breast.
Starfire felt the anticipation in Psimon’s own mind as he nested in hers like a rat seeking a den. Behind him, Mammoth was practically drooling with sick pleasure.
The needle pushed against the doll’s chest, then embedded itself right in the centre of the left side. Houngan smiled into Kori’s blazing, green eyes, then opened his mouth. She forced herself not to look at either the black man or her tit as the water spilled over her rich bronze curves.
‘Crush!’ Houngan whispered.
The female Titan’s mouth pressed tight as the feeling of horrible compression slammed into her fulsome chest. The left side of her chest filled with the pain of being crushed between two hideous weights. She jerked, her breasts dancing as she pulled back, trying to tear herself free of a vice that only existed in her mind but was horribly real in its anguish.
‘NNNNNNNN!’
Psimon hissed as she sucked in a breath. ‘Scream for us and I just may stop this!’ Houngan gloated. Kori opened her eyes and looked instead at Psimon, but shook her head.
‘Stop...what? she asked, trying to look impassive.
Houngan pulled the needle away, only to ram it back into the puppet’s left breast and bark ‘Fire!’
Kori was already preparing to take a breath when her tit suddenly erupted in the agony of being set ablaze. ‘GAAAAAAAAAA!’ Her scream was choked out, the cry cut short as she arched her back as far as it would go!
‘Boobies are dancin’ now,’ Mammoth laughed. The giant licked his lips repeatedly, his cock growing in frightening proportions while watching the otherworld princess suffering.
Starfire threw her head to the side, her wild auburn hair covering her face but not hiding the depths of her suffering form Gizmos scanner or Psimon’s mind touch. Houngan too watched her suffering through slit eyes, simply savouring the feeling of dominating the proud warrior beauty through pain. Her body shook and trembled, her muscles quaking as she kept back her scream. She fought for air, legs moving so that the slit between her legs parted gently as she struggled with more and more desperation
Finally Houngan pulled the needle out of her and pursed his lips as he beheld her body slump down in its chains.
‘AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaa…’ Kori whispered, the sound like a sexy sigh to the men watching.
‘And you worried about her starving to death, mon ami?’ the black mystic mockingly asked Warp. The Frenchman laughed, and Houngan pushed the needle into the doll’s throat and whispered softly.
Koriand’r was gathering her strength and resolve as she hung panting, but instantly her eyes grew wide as she felt the air cut off from her lungs. She struggled, mouth open wide as she tried to suck in oxygen, but her throat was paralysed. Sounds of frenzied gasping came from her full mouth.
‘Look at her suck’ Mammoth smiled. Houngan laughed and leisurely tossed the doll to the ground, the needle still embedded in the effigy’s throat. He stood before the trembling Koriand’r, his arms crossed on his broad brown chest. ‘Why don’t you beg me to pick the doll up and remove the needle, alien?’ he asked, acidly.
Even through the increasing desperation of asphyxiation she stared at him, mouth curling in hate briefly before she again panted futilely. Her vision was blurring and her fists balled sporadically. The young woman’s magnificent body heaved with the breath she could not take, while Houngan merely stood there, observing her suffering, calm to the fact that his victim was choking to death.
Then, with maddening leisure and slowness, he bent down and picked the doll up. Kori had to fight hard to keep herself from begging, despite very fibre of her being wanting to plead for her life. She told herself they wanted her alive, pitting her will against her animal instinct to save herself.
Houngan knew that even Starfire’s stamina could not take much more of this before she would die...so he slowly removed the needle from the doll. The smiling, gloating villains watched happily as she gasped loudly, her twin breast heaving like mountains as she drew in life giving air.
But the voodoo disciple’s blood was up and he did not intend to give her reprieve to speak off. Instead, he pushed the needle into her right breast, the one he had not tortured, yet. ‘Flayed!’ he commanded, and Kori gulping down sweet air again was forced to grit her teeth and moan like a whore, feeling the sensation of the orange flesh peeling from the orb on her chest. The pain was incredible, worse than anything she had fest since she had been captured by her sister, Blackfire, and tortured on the
Citadel home world for her evil pleasure.
‘GGGGGNNNNNNNNNNRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!! OH XHAL!’
This time rather than remove the pain giving probe, Houngan picked up a second needle and pushed into her right breast, as well. He filled her mind with the reality that the flaying was complete; that her breast was now a skinless ball of open flesh and nerve-endings, hanging on her chest as raw air set fire to her bleeding tit meat.
‘FUCK YOU!’ the Titan shrieked. Her arms and shoulders twisted in her suspension and spittle flew from her screaming mouth as she rose and plunged, boobs moving erotically with her gyrations.
‘Torn’ he snarled
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“AAAAAAAA..AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRR!’ Starfire screamed as her body moved like a demented puppet, pulling this way and that as she writhed in pain. Her torso shuddered to the motion of imaginary claws tearing her tit to pieces. She wailed brokenly as her marvellous torso humped the air before the watching torturers.
‘You see,’ Houngan grinned at the Frenchman. ‘It did not take all that much to make this off-world whore scream!’
Kori sobbed in agony as she felt her tit being destroyed, the fat falling away as the talons tore it from her sliver by bloody sliver. Psimon grinned like a ghoul in front of her, panting in delight at what he felt in her tortured mind. Houngan pushed a third needle into her left breast, breathing heavily himself. ‘Ripped…slowly!’ he hissed.
And she felt it, felt the sphere of meat starting to turn tighter and tighter, cupped in the grasp of some infinitely cruel fist, the flesh reaching the maximum point of tension and beyond. Twisting, the perfect skin starting slowly to tear, to rip. The watching men seemed now to simply wanted to break Kori utterly, wanted to see her mad with pain. She spasmed against the chains, throwing herself like a wild animal against her bonds, cutting her skin for real as she bucked like a desperate mare.
‘That’s it, you bronze-skinned whore! scream for us! Dance for us! Dance the dance of pain!’ Houngan growled hoarsely. He picked up a fourth needle...his hand trembling slightly with the ecstasy of inflicting agony on the powerfully erotic woman in chains. Kori’s screams were coming as continuous shrieks of pain now, with Psimon almost beside himself with pleasure. In her mind the mentalist could feel him bathing in the waters of her suffering, laving in it.
Houngan paused, moving his hips as his own massive erection strained against the tightness of his costume and dark flashing eyes riveted on the bronze petals pouting between the girl’s quivering thighs. Then he pushed the needle into the puppet...right between the dolls spread legs.
Psimon’s mouth opened in delight as he saw what Kori saw in her mind, the vision of torture she was consumed by. The alien girl howled, her brain flooded with the horror of it.
‘GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHH. NOOOOO STOP STOP IT!!!!’
The negro watched Kori trashing in her bonds....pushing the needle deep into the dolls ‘genitals’. Tears spilled down the aliens gorgeous face as she screamed again and again. He didn’t whisper this time, he projected the images into Kori’s mind and nervous-system mutely – a steel tube, eleven inches long and one inch wide, with sharp spikes at it’s flat top as it fucked her twenty three year old cunt-shaft.
In her mind Kori clutched at her pussy while Psimon stood over her, eyes shining with lust. Her pussy lips bleed as the metal invader gouged past them, stretching her so wide she could feel her sex tearing. The spikes ramming against her cervix, each time the tube pushed into her while the spikes tore at the silken lining of her cunny.
‘OH FUCK NOOOO! AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE’
WHUMP!!!! WHUMP!!!! WHUMP!!! WHUMP!!!!
In her mind the tube halted its terrible invasion, deeply embedded in her cunt. The spikes protruding all around the tube’s surface were digging into the soft moist flesh of her sex-tunnel, and Kori screamed over and over, feeling her womanly slit being shredded, her pussy torn to ribbons of meat. The men saw her thighs spasming as if she were fucking an invisible monster.
She screamed louder and louder, rising up in her bonds, with her tits shaking and pussy soaked with sweat and sweeter juices. Behind the bronzed folds of her labia the deeper hued petals of her fuck-flesh were pulsing, the muscles of her abdomen working manically. Lost to reason, her sensual mouth gave voice to wild incoherent shrieks of animal pain before she finally collapsed, her brain shutting down to avoid complete madness.
The men stood silent, each one panting with perspiration running down their faces. Warp licked his lips as he looked at the woman hanging legs spread in front of him, and Houngan was grinning like a demon as he sucked in air. Mammoth’s teeth were set, nostrils flaring as he stared at Starfire’s naked body with his hands worked by his side.
Psimon managed to tear himself away from the sight of the lithesome wench and glanced over at Gizmo, still studying his readouts. The little man looked up and smiled.
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