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Part V
Diana
“Oh man – just look at her,”
Diana felt herself coming back to awareness as if she were rising from a pit filled with razors towards the light above. It was not a return to consciousness – she never lost consciousness. She was always awake, always in touch with the horrific pain that DeSaad’s machines pushed into her. But it was an ability to comprehend something besides the endless mind-tearing agony.
She felt her limbs moving, and her fingers opening slowly. Her body felt numb, but that was only the absence of pain.
Her vision was blurred but she could make out three figures sitting above her. She dimly realised that that made no sense – people sitting should be lower than her. The confusion became more acute when she realised her toes were not touching the ground and she was hanging in space.
“Fuck that’s sweet,” another voice said. “Look at the bitch.”
A third voice spoke. “I’ve dreamed so seeing something like this for years.”
Diana moved, ignoring the sounds of approval from the voices – male voices, she was now sure. She concentrated, making herself more aware of her surroundings. Her arms were raised, and by the pressure in her wrists and shoulders she deduced she was hanging supported by them. Her feet and legs were apart too, meaning she was spread-eagled. Her head seemed heavy, telling her she was angled back slightly. Her skin felt cold.
She was naked.
Diana didn’t remember how long DeSaad had tortured her, or how many times he had ‘killed’ her in his machine. The details of her experience were like a festering diseased wound in her mind. She remembered flashes of dozens of executions, each one excruciating. She had been burned, her skin and then the meat underneath roasted off her while the fat of her body melted. She had been cut to pieces bit by bit as her blood ran down in little streams onto the floor. She had been impaled, crushed, and slowly torn apart while she screamed and screamed, and then died only to find herself ready to undergo some new nightmare of suffering.
She remembered the screaming, so loudly it felt like her throat were burst. She recalled the tears spilling from her eyes, the shame she felt as they ran down over her face. Not just because of the endless pain, but because of the horror of knowing that it would go on and on, never ending until her mind and soul were destroyed.
Diana slowly lifted her head, secretly savouring the lack of agony. She moved her limbs as she felt some strength returning to them, flexing her muscles.
“Yeah whore – move for us.”
The comment in a thick male voice brought a chorus of chuckles. Diana squinted upwards, taking stock of her surroundings. The room reminded her of a hospitals operating theatre, with a windowed gallery overhead. Behind the glass looking down at her crucifixion were a trio of men she began to recognize. Sonar, the old foe of the Green Lantern smiling and sipping wine from a glass with his gold cape swept back over her shoulders. To his left Heatwave with his trimmed goatee and yellow tinted goggles, the love of fire never far from his eyes. And lastly beyond him the Electrocutioner, smiling wickedly in his black mask that covered his whole head down to just above his mouth.
Diana wet her lips, trying to find her strength. Her body ached and throbbed as if she had been torn apart and sewn back together, which was hardly far from the truth. She tried not to think about the idea of the torture starting again at any moment. Even hanging nude for the pleasure of these demented creatures was preferable to being hurled back into the nightmare world of endless pain.
Diana blinked suddenly that thought. Once that kind of thinking would have been an anathema to her.
They were breaking her. Slowly, but they were wearing her down. The realization both angered and horrified her. She could not let these monsters break her spirit. But even as she fought to shore up her resolve the numbing, hideous thought of suffering endlessly in DeSaad’s torture machines made her blood run cold.
“You see,” came the torture gods voice. Just hearing it made Diana shiver. “The neural scans were correct. Her defiance is crumbling. Her resistance is incredible, but it is crumbling at last.”
Diana looked across and saw DeSaad standing next to Vandal Savage. The latter looked pleased, stroking his beard as he also regarded Diana’s nude form. As always DeSaad had no apparent interest in her nakedness. He saw all flesh simply as a means to enjoy the torment of others.
Savage came over and stood looking up at her. Though Diana did not know it, she was in the same room that Huntress had so recently occupied.
“Is it true, Dear Princess,” he asked her politely. “Are you finally going to surrender to us?”
Diana breathed deeply, ignoring the murmurs of appreciation from those watching her full, rounded breasts. “You will never get…anything you want from me, Savage,” she said slowly. “No matter how badly you torture me. I will fight you til me last breath.”
Savage narrowed his eyes and studied her like a specimen in a jar. “You know Princess, I don’t think I believe you.” He smiled. “I’m not even sure you believe you.”
Diana felt her anger smouldering to life again. Her body strained instinctively against the bondage.
“Oh jeez,” Electocutioner panted. He was watching the way the muscles of the Amazons perfectly toned body moved under her skin, the way her almost 6 foot frame radiated both power and raw sexuality in its spread-eagled state. His hand moved to the bulge in his pants that was mirrored in the crotch of all of the three villains. “C’mon Savage, I wanna see that hurtin’!”
“Fuck yes,” agreed Heatwave.
“Is that what you want, Princess?” Savage asked. He made no effort to hide his own appreciation of the way Diana’s hips moved as she twisted gently in her shackles. The thigh muscles on either side of her naked, black furred pussy flexed arousingly. “Do you want us to hurt you some more.”
Diana simply stared down at him with cold eyes.
There was a hum behind her and Diana’s eyes snapped up. A trio of mechanical probes was moving down around her head, each tipped with a six inch gleaming steel needle that came down to a diamond sharp point. The light’s of the room reflected in sharp lines off the metal spikes as they took position around the top of Diana’s skull.
“You know DeSaad’s torture machines can make you feel any pain, Amazon,” Savage was telling her. Diana’s fists clenched in acknowledgement of the truth of his words. “But for this session, your physical suffering is not our main objective.”
The three scum watching her chuckled, clearly not in agreement.
The chuckling stopped with a steel claw emerged from the backs of the chairs they were sitting in and darted forward, latching onto the backs of their heads like a mechanical serpent.
The men screamed. The claws had four jointed articulators that grasped their sides and tops of their heads in an iron grip. Each man went rigid, their eyes bulging and bodies convulsing hideously. Their screams were gargled, paralysed sounds of anguish.
Diana watched impassively as the men shook, unable to feel any much compassion for them. Finally they slumped forward, breathing deeply. The Amazon was fairly sure Electrocutioner was trying to hide the fact he was sobbing.
“What…What the FUCK WAS THAT!” Heatwave stammered at last.
“A necessary step in the procedure,” Savage assured the men. He in no way seemed apologetic. “Each of you now has a neural implant connected to the base of your brain. We find that direct contact is a much more efficient method for this than scanning remotely.”
“You put probes in our brain?” Sonar gasped.
“This wasn’t part of any deal, Savage,” Electrocutioner growled.
“No,” Savage agreed. “The probes will allow transmission of your neural stimulation to our lovely captive, here.” He gestured to Diana.
“Huh?” Heatwave muttered.
“She’s going to read our thoughts,” Electrocutioner said angrily.
Savage raised an eyebrow.
“Hey, just because I’m mainly muscle doesn’t mean I don’t know a thing or two,” Electrocutioner said. “Especially when it comes to electricity.”
“A fair point,” Savage conceded. “But not entirely accurate. The Amazon will not be able to read your thoughts per se – she will, however, be able receive your thoughts about her and to sense your emotional state.” He turned a smiled up at Diana.
“Whatever you hope to gain by this, you will fail, Savage,” Diana said flatly.
“And if merely hope to see you suffer, dear Princess,” Savage asked. Diana gave him no answer, simply flexing her powerful muscles once again.
“We begin, then,” Savage said. He turned back to the villains. “Now gentlemen, think of what you would like to do to Wonder Woman. She is helpless, your defenceless captive. You can do anything you wish to her.” He smiled. “Be creative.”
The three men smiled, each privately imagining such a scenario. As they did, the metal skewers positioned around Diana’s head moved closer. Diana felt an unpleasant tingle running along her scalp.
“So there is nothing more to this than your sadistic amusement, Savage,” Diana spat.
“Perhaps I wish to see how you handle the truth of these men’s feelings towards you,” he said with a shrug. “You do value the truth, do you not?”
“The truth is when I am free you will not be feeling so immortal,” Diana sneered.
“Of course,” he agreed condescendingly.
Diana made to say more, but then…
“The pain hit her without build up or warning. Thousands of volts of electricity were suddenly travelling along her nervous system, tearing at her from the inside out. She stiffened, biting back a scream. She could feel herself shaking in the shackles holding her as her muscles spasmed. After the initial shock she steeled herself, riding the pain. It was not as bad as DeSaad’s torture machines, and she knew that she could handle it.
Almost immediately, though, there was something else. Something new. As the pain washed through her and her body moved to its searing touch, there was a wave of pleasure. Not her own pleasure – Diana was keenly aware of her own anger at being bound and hurt. It was the knowledge of another person’s happiness; someone who was enjoying seeing this happen to her.
“Oh yeah,” Electrocutioner murmured.
Diana gasped despite herself. In her mind she could see herself as he saw her – sexy, powerful, twisting in pain under his electric touch. His hands rested on her naked belly, blasting current into her body. He saw her moaning, tears forming in her eyes. He watched her breasts shaking, eyes drinking in their dance as she trembled.
The pleasure of it for him was like a maggot, worming its way into her brain. He hated her, hated her power, but he also wanted her. She felt his need to subdue and humiliate her, to make her squirm for him. Lust twisted in his own belly and travelled down into his groin as he thought of hurting her and then saw his thoughts made real.
Diana felt sick. Her stomach churned with the sudden desire to throw up.
Before she could empty her belly though, pain hit her again. She felt flames running up and down her body, lapping over her like living napalm. Her blessing from the Goddess Hestia seemed to have no affect on this fire. She felt the heat fully as it burned across her legs, up her arms, around her back and over her breasts.
In his mind Heatwave saw her tied to a stake, her arms pulled high over her head. Thick logs burned at her feet, roasting them as she struggled to escape. He stood in front of her, trembling with pleasure as he raised his hands.
The flames responded, leaping up again and running over her nude form. Diana shuddered and moaned in pain as they seared her skin. The fire turned her nerves to red tinged agony. She hauled at her bonds desperately, frantic to get away from the torturing heat. She felt tears running down her cheeks as small sounds of anguish were squeezed from her. And again there was the vile joy her brought to the act, the love of making her suffer.
The scene shifted - she was naked on the floor, stone cool under her hands and legs. She was on all fours, but there were a pair of black booted feet in front of her. She started to rise…
Her head exploded!
Diana cried out, falling back to her knees. Her skull was vibrating inside her head, filling her mind with pain. The shockwaves rippled out across her body, boring bone deep into her. Her heatr spasmed in her chest as it was forced to beat our of rhythm, pushing blood through her veins in fits and starts. Her ears bled as sound like a knife cut into her.
“You can hear, bitch.” She heard Sonar’s voice telling her, and only then realised that the sound had stopped. She lay with the floor cool against her breasts she sucked in air, panting with relief even as another part of her mind was screaming in agony as the skin over her backside was burning away and electricity arced between and through her breasts. “Your tough skin is no defence against my power.” Diana could feel the sick smile in his face as he spoke, the satisfaction. “I can get inside you and twist you apart.”
The sound smashed into her again, and Diana didn’t care that she was screaming anymore. Her scream was drowned out anyway in the white pain shredding her mind. She squirmed on the floor, trying to find some relief from the pain, trying to find a way to fight back.
Back on the torture slab of Electrocutioner’s mind Diana looked up at him as he touched her nipples, making his current jump from one to the other. He twisted them between his fingers and thumbs, pretending they were dials on a machine. She responded helplessly to his fiddling, arching her back so that her spine felt like it would break.
“NNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!”
“Yeah, that’s it you cunt,” he told her. “In South America women sometimes broke their arms jerking around like his.” He changed his attack, sending short powerful burst through Diana’s breasts so that she bounced and twisted on the table. Sweat ran down over her body. Through the connection to his mind she could feel the throbbing swell of his cock, alive with happiness as she hurt her. “I hurt you the most don’t I,” he laughed. “Tell me I do and I might stop.”
She tried form words, tried to tell him to go to hell. She couldn’t. She only had breath to scream.
And as she screamed, flames burned their way into her lungs. She breathed in fire and felt herself roasting from the inside. Blisters formed on her legs as the skin turned deep red and began to split open as the meat and far underneath expanded.
Heatwave was right there with her, hand in his pants as she watched her at the stake. Without the bindings holding her upright the Amazon would have toppled headlong into the flames.
The fire became small scurrying monsters, biting at her with burning flame teeth and ripping her with flame claws. Her long legs shook in torment as she felt her feet burning away. Lizards of fire washed up over her belly, then snuck between her legs.
Diana threw back her head and shrieked in agony.
Writhing in front of Sonar she curled around herself, clutching her belly and sobbing. The sound waves pummelled her from different directions, making her twist and cry out. Her fingers gouged into the stone floor, leaving bloody trails as her fingernails cracked and split. Her vision was white anguish, leaving her blind and gagging.
Through the horror of DeSaads science Diana suffered all the tortures at once. She was lying on the table screaming under the current, twisting on the stake as she burned, and the pitiful mewling thing on the floor of Sonar’s vision. And as she looked out from all three sets of eyes and felt all three agonies she was also seeing herself suffer them, seeing as the men hurting her saw. It was like being in a room watching three clones of herself being put to horrifying deaths and feeling everything they felt as it happened.
“You will break,” Savages voice was whispering. She felt his hand touching her hair somewhere in the real world beyond this nightmare of pain. “These men hate you, lust for you. They enjoy hurting you. They will do it forever, if I let them.”
The Diana. watching her counterparts that were also her squirm and suffer and howl. choked back a sob. She felt totally degraded. There was no way to fight back. There was no escape. She was naked and helpless.
Savages hands roamed over her, the real her. They cupped her breasts and fondled them. Then slid down over her pubis and played there while in her mind she felt Heatwaves fire beasts biting the lips of her vagina, eager to get up inside her sex. Her soft pink womanhood burned. The breasts he hefted and massaged twisted in Electrocutioners hands as the power tore at them. Under their fatty globes her heart hammered fitfully, squeezing and then trying to explode out of her chest as Sonar pummelled it mercilessly.
She screamed in pain, and more than pain. She screamed in horror. And worst of all in welling, suffocating despair.
And no matter how loud she screamed, she still couldn’t drown out DeSaad’s moans of delight, or Savage’s mocking chuckle.
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