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Part VIII
Diana
Diana felt the cruel steel slam into her sex from below, driving her lips apart brutally as it ploughed into the flower of her being.
‘GGGGGGGNNNNNNNNNNNNN!’
Pain, like having a wrecking ball plough into her groin. It washed trough her like a tidal wave, radiating out to the edges of her being and then being channelled back along her nerved back to its source. She bit down on the rope against the anguish in her womanhood, blood leaking from the corners of her mouth as she trembled in the bondage.
‘You’re very tough, eh?’ the soldier chuckled. He let the weight swing forward, using the full strength of his arm. The ball whistled through the dungeon air and buried itself in her mons with a savage moist thud, making the captive woman quiver as she rested on her haunches on the small platform. Savagely he wrenched it free with a soft wet sound and hit the Amazon again, the effect of it smashing her soft vaginal flesh being that an explosion roared inside Diana again as her pussy lips were pummelled. She jerked her head side of side, grunting in outrage.
Savage signalled a pause to let the agony scream in her for long instants, slowly subsiding to a terrible aching throb. Then, at a gesture, the soldier reared and whipped it forward so that the solid metal instrument hit her again.
‘RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!’
On the fourth strike she groaned loudly, drool running down her chin. Her body twisted as much as it could, Amazon muscles straining fitfully in the unyielding bonds. Diana dragged in quick painful breaths and tried to focus her mind anywhere but between her legs.
Instead she concentrated on her tiara, or rather the one Savage had affixed to her forehead. A clever copy, its neural circuitry was producing this fantasy that she was being held by the Nazi’s in World War 2, so that Savage could use her to live out his sick little dream of having captured her mother Hippolyta as she fought alongside the allies. Its electronic impulses were being transmitted into her brain to make her see what Savage wanted her to see. Feel what he wanted her to feel.
On cue, the spiked ball whipped out, catching her as she was still wiggling on her painfully cramped legs. It went slamming into her soft flesh, but at this time he gave the weight a fast move just before it struck.
WHUD!
The metal ground wetly against her yielding twat, the power and weight of two and half pounds of solid metal impacting into soft feminine flesh. The horrible pain made her rise a six inches in her bondage. The spikes hurt her even more tearing at her as they pulled away. In the nightmare scenario small drops of blood fell onto the table beneath her.
‘GAAAAAAAARRRR!’
‘How are you feeling now?’ her torturer asked Diana with a brutal smile. His chest swelled to simulate the excitement as SS trooper would feel at the damage he was doing to this bitch enemy of the Fatherland. Two more men came forward with rubber hoses, eyes shining with anticipation.
She did not try to answer, merely shaking her head to try and clear it. When the hoses began to pound her back and kidneys she chewed on the rope to stop herself screaming again, feeling her breasts jiggle beneath her with each blow. Everything from her navel to her thighs was an anvil beaten with the hammer of suffering. She looked away from them as the metal ball started to pummel her crotch again, waves of pain running from her sweet spot into the rest of her body. The Amazon Princess felt like she was beaten with a blocks of stone that slammed into her sex again and again.
Diana pushed past the suffering enveloping her. The men and the room were illusions - only Savage was real. And the pain. The pain really was being transmitted directly to her mind, making her believe the metal ball and the hoses were really hitting her. The pain and Savage were truth, but everything else was lies, and Diana knew how to see through lies.
She struggled to keep her focus. Her body hurt, and she was tired, exhausted almost. They had been abusing her for days, with their Pacifier machine and neural whips and now this perverted fantasy. The footage of Donna raped alongside Starfire, and the memory of having to be an unwilling accomplice to the degradation of her friend Tasha and her daughter, wrapped the beautiful heroine’s mind in chains that left her barely able to function. It would have been so easy to just surrender to the pain, let it carry her off to a dark place where she could hide and have no other burden but to suffer for her masters.
But Diana was first and foremost an Amazon.
The raven-haired prisoner let her mind slip free, shedding the bonds of flesh. She had done something like this before, trapped by the paralysing toxin of the criminally insane Joker, seeking divine inspiration for a way to defeat his poison, but this was a quantum leap in difficulty. Instead of the maniacal cackling and preening of a lunatic villain, now she was contending with the physical and mental torture of days previous and the constant torment being channelled directly into her brain. The slightest slip in concentration would be enough to break the spell.
From without herself she observed her naked form trussed for the guards, rocking on the wooden platform in time to the beating from the three men who were not real. Chained with her feet perched precariously on the small wooden space, her ass was thrust out behind her, offering no protection at all for her soft sensual flesh as they beat her with the ball and chain. Her arms hauled back behind her likewise did little to protect her from the battering she was receiving from the rubber hoses. She saw her ample breasts shaking as she drew in ragged breaths, beads of sweat running down their slope to skitter about her nipple and flow down to her body or fall like nervous rain when she shook to the impact of their abuse. Where the ropes passed around either side of her knees to keep her splayed legs bent, blood was oozing down as she instinctively tried to stand up to get away from the evil thing torturing her womanhood.
Turning her minds eye away from her own plight, she saw Savage watching her torture. A smile played at the corners of his mouth, and she felt her rage seething inside her like a wild beast struggling to tear at its tormentors. Free of her earthly perspective she could truly see how much he was enjoying what was being done to her, the sick sexual thrill he experienced from causing her to suffer naked in front of him. His dark eyes glittered in time with the sounds of her beating, roving up and down over her, lingering especially on the lower regions of her body where her squatting position made her womanhood pucker lewdly as it was mashed by the steel ball.
No, that’s the trick – there is no ball, no men hitting me. With disgust, she made herself focus on Savage and herself. As she did so the details of the room began to blur…
***
‘This is dangerous,’ the first observer stated, leaning forward.
‘She is more resilient than even I expected,’ replied his counterpart, ‘and more resourceful.’ His voice carried less dread than the others and more genuine amusement.
‘We should terminate this scenario immediately,’ the first said, but the other shook his head sharply.
‘No, that will alert her for certain. There are other ways to deal with this.’
***
Diana felt her mind freeing itself of the shackles of the illusion, the men and the room around them fading. Even without her fabled golden lasso, her brief tenure as the Goddess of Truth has left her with the ability to sense lies in her presence. Normally she would require the glowing cord to compel truth to come forward, but by accessing the spiritual plane she might be able to pierce the fabrication into which she had been plunged. Her divinely granted insight into truth peered through the veil, seeking a way out of her predicament. Because one truth here was that her powers were not really gone, and if she could only find a way to access them…
Concentrating, she noticed that Savage seemed different too. His Nazi uniform began to fade, as she had expected. But then she felt there was something else strange, teasing her at the corner of her consciousness.
Abruptly pain flared in her breasts as they bulged out between her arms. Her concentration slipped for a split second, and then she was rushing back into herself, hearing her own muffled cry as the blonde Nazi woman again let the flame of the candle she held kiss her sweat drenched flesh and made it hiss angrily.
‘Pay attention, Fraulein,’ the blonde said with a grin. ‘We want this to be memorable for you.’ The men laughed and hit her again, making her jerk forward in her crouch, Her breast came into contact with the flame and she gasped as the heat burned her soft skin. Watching the woman bit her own lips softly and let her free hand stray to the buttoned shirt where it covered her own fulsome flesh.
Diana struggled to regain her detachment, but it was in vain. The moment had passed, and now the torment rose about her like a wall that blocked out light and hope. The feel of the metal sphere hammering at her female sanctum blotted out possibility of disbelief, while the hoses hit her without pause, battering continuously against her hunched body as her legs shook with fatigue from her position and her ass clenched hard and fast in keeping with the pounding torture instruments. This was her reality now, clear and sharp and painted in the harsh colours of misery and anguish.
After a few moments more the German men and the woman in the torture chamber were rewarded with unintelligible sounds of pain from her gagged mouth, grunts and squeaks as her perfect ass jerked to the crunch of the metal into her womanhood. Her body jerked forward with each blow as if she were being taken from behind, breasts quivering globes of beauty before her as they were lit with the yellow light of the sputtering, searing flame.
Savage strode over and reached out, pulling back her head and again forcing her face towards his. He shook her head to clear the sweat-damp black locks, wanting to see her as she was hurt. The man behind moved and aimed up around her tapering long leg from the front – coming up under her belly the swing impacted against her as the chain cut into her flesh, and this time the weight was aimed so that it swung up between her legs and landed upon her ass, too.
‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaarghhh!!!’
‘That’s it, Diana,’ he gloated. The sense of power infusing him was like a warm glow. ‘You look so beautiful in pain.’
She snarled at him, trying to pull her head free. He held her midnight black hair tighter, digging his fingers into her scalp. She choked as the metal pounded her again and a tear spilled down her cheek. He was making Wonder Woman cry in pain! In ten thousand years of life he could remember few things so satisfying.
Diana gagged on the rope and tasted bile in her mouth as they hit her again. Her womanhood felt raw and swollen now, like a piece of meat on a slab, and the tight circle of her ass felt as if it were being ripped open. She throbbed with pain. It filled her body like a balloon being blown up larger and larger, as if it were threatening to make her ripe curves burst apart. Morbidly she wanted to see what they were doing, but the fear of what her intimate flesh would look like with the constant pounding of the spiked metal filled her with dread. She knew she was bleeding for Savage, could feel the sticky heat of her life trickling down her thighs or spattering against them when the steel instrument crashed into her wounded sex. The lips of her flower felt so bloated that she doubted she could close her legs even is they weren’t tied apart.
WHAM….WHAM….WHAM….
How many blows now? Thirty? Fifty? It was horrible. They were beating her to death, mutilating her. Flesh that had survived the impact of invulnerable fists backed by Kryptonian muscle rendered to ragged pulp by a simple metal ball and chain.
No, this was still unreal, still an illusion in her mind. My vagina is not really being turned into shredded bits of hanging flesh. Not real…illusion…not real! She experience the ball pounding her sex again and dry heaved, her stomach sucking in as she undulated violently. Yellow liquid spurted out around the rope as her empty belly spasmed, shaking her in her bonds as she knelt before them. The sweat covering every inch of her turned ice cold as her convulsions eased, leaving her trembling with fatigue as the men leered at her.
Mustering her strength of mind and body she looked over her shoulder at them man hitting her sweet flesh. The ball on the end of its chain swung gently from his hand. Blood clung to it in sticky globs.
Savage was smiling as he reached down and took hold of her electric scorched nipple, crushing it. Diana made no sound, determined that at least she could withhold this from him, that he should gain pleasure from his cruel handling of her womanly body. ‘Yes, that’s it,’ he whispered to her, ‘that’s exactly how I imagined your mother would be in this room. So strong and courageous. And how she would feel,’ he added, as he continued the mauling of her tight full tit with his finger and thumb. Diana felt her head dragged back around by the pain in her curvaceous chest, grimacing and biting hard on the rope to stay silent. ‘Give her another one hard as you can ,’ he ordered the soldier.
‘As you say, Mein Herr,’ he snapped with relish, and swung the chain forward with all of his power.
WHUUUUUNKKK!
Diana's face twisted as she bucked wildly in the ropes, sculpted back arching and legs flexing powerfully as she tried uselessly to lift herself clear of the point of agony under her. More noises were wrenched from her, her long neck tight as she fought hopelessly to free herself rising up on her toes as she sat chained and vulnerable.
‘YYYRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! NNNNN...NNNNNN…NNNNNNN!’
‘Again,’ Savage barked, still holding her nipple prisoner.
The impact lifted her as the weapon bit, the weight digging its way deep into her pussy. The spikes ripped her flesh and more blood drooled from between her legs. Amazon nostrils flared as she fought to get air into her lungs. She felt like she would vomit again, suffocating as she struggled to drag in oxygen. The pain in her groin made it impossible to think of anything but suffering.
‘I can keep on smashing your cunt into a bloody pulp until you have passed out,’ Savage said, deliberately choosing the most vulgar description of her womanhood to emphasize her humiliation. His hand cupped her burned and bruised mammary, mocking her with his gentleness. ‘If you not obey me.’
The heroine felt blood on her leg and imagined again her moist pink flesh hanging down in bloody strips. Not real not real not real! With an effort she focused her blue eyes, shaking her head no. Strands of her now lank black hair fell across her face as she breathed like a racehorse after a hard ride.
‘No, of course not, my Amazon,’ Savage gloated. He didn’t show any surprise at her refusal. ‘You’re not at a critical point…yet! We can do this so many times again.’ He let go of her breast and gave the blond a signal. She signed to the man behind and once more the weight crushed into her cunt, deeper and more painfully with each blow. Her sex lips spread around the metal violator as it drove up inside her, pushing itself towards her womb.
‘EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh….haanh….huh huh…gdddddds…’
‘It seems that you love the weight,’ the woman chuckled, noting how the sphere clung to her the pink folds of her ravaged vagina. ‘Give it back now, bitch!’ The soldier laughed with her, both of them amused by her pain. True to the Nazi troops they copied, the simulations Germans found the fact that the weight was sticking deep into her cunt made the torture a bit humorous and so all the more wonderful in its humiliation. They laughed and watched the blonde reach down and begin to work the weight out of her, twisting it back and forth slowly so she could feel every inch of her channel being hurt by the spikes. She gurgled in agony as Savage leaned forward, watching the blood leaking from the princess wounded sex.
As the metal ball came free and swung clear, the men waiting on either side again swung their rubber hoses. Stripped to the waist their young, well developed Aryan bodies put every ounce of strength behind the blows. The tubes slamming into Diana inner thighs on either side of her mons with sounds like the crack of rifle shots.
‘Nyyyyaaaaaaaaaaagh, eeeeeeeeaghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….aaaagggggggggggghhhh!’
The pain registered in her mind like bursts of stabbing light – sharper and sharper, like the bite of steel pincers on that tender skin. The glowing heat lingered from the strikes, suffusing her skin and muscles, doubling and redoubling as they hit her over and over. Before long her legs were quivering at the knees as she struggled to keep herself from collapsing forward.
Blinking the sweat from her reddened eyes the Justice Leaguer was horribly aware of the grinning visages of the soldiers as they beat out a staccato rhythm on her flesh, battering her lower back and thighs and bruising her legs and kidneys. Her legs shook and trembled, spreading with each blow to give a glimpse of her pink inner sanctum as it lay now battered and oozing blood.
‘Ja, we have the best drummers,’ one said laughing, hitting her with a backhand stroke that sent a wave of pain racing across her back with a sound like meat being cleaved.
‘Looks like we will have to fuck you in the ass,’ the other man laughed, as he smashed his hose against her leg, savouring the wet impact and her muffled groan.
‘Or maybe…it might be sexy warming my cock in her blood,’ the man with the chain replied, looking at her the anguish of her womanliness under his onslaught, even as he aimed and swung the simple torture device yet again, smashing it against her wounded muff.
For Diana it was an endless fall into a nightmare of horrible pain and degradation, the beating going on and on. Time ceased to have any meaning. The sweat poured down her face and fell like rain from her athletic young body whenever they hit her. The men cheered along with her beating. Days of abuse now hit her like a falling wall. She was trapped; trapped in an endless hell. Her titan breasts expanded and heaved as she tried to give voice to her suffering. The muscles of her abdomen rippled as she wiggled helplessly, her athletic endurance allowing her to feel more pain, last longer without the reprieve of unconsciousness. She clenched her fists in useless rage, struggling against the despair that was building inside her like a wail.
‘Shall we give her our cocks, Mein Herr,’ they shouted, aroused beyond protocol by the sight of the glorious body splayed and suffering. Their pants bulged around their straining erections as they loomed over Diana’s helpless form, and the courageous Amazon wondered with a sickening anticipation if the felling of these dream torturers raping her would be as horribly real as the pain of the torture.
But she was to be spared that knowledge – for the moment at least. ‘Not yet,’ Savage said with a shake of his head, though his every male instinct rebelled at his words. ‘But that does not mean she cannot still learn more of what it means for a woman to truly appreciate some hard masculine girth.’
Diana barely registered the words. Her universe seemed to have contracted around the pain in her groin, as if it were a neutron star of suffering, dragging into its crushing depths everything that was bright and good. Only when the sounds and sights of the Nazi chamber of atrocities began to fade, and the wall in front of her cracked in half and swung back to either side, did she find the strength to lift her dark rimmed eyes from the floor.
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