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Part IX
Diana & Artemis
From the floor Diana could see what appeared to be two huge demonic figures looming over a third figure trussed between them. Long pale limbs were splayed out behind the captive while slender but muscular arms were bent back sharply behind as the prisoner hung from a metal bar. The cascade of red hair that fell in a pony tail was the only clue the Princess needed to deduct the name of the woman.
‘Artemis,’ she moaned.
***
"You bloody daemon bastards!" Artemis shrieked. The horrible pain in her voice made her sound more like a wounded dog than an Amazon.
The foul torturer rubbed the piece of her breast across her cheek, leaving a smear of bright red blood while the hole in her tit began pulling closed. The red-haired warrior held her eyes shut tight, trying to defy the tears that spilled down from beneath her long lashes. Even the healing of the awful wound was an exercise in suffering as her flesh was stretched and knitted back together by eldritch forces
Watching it all, the whip wielding creature stopped. Bestial hunger glowed in the eyes of the once-man as it leered down at the naked woman gasping and twisting in her suspension, her body open and vulnerable to their darkest wishes. As she hung down her female entrance sat pink and pouting between perfect thighs. The anticipation of savouring that moist rapture left the horned beasts drooling with lust. ‘Lets spread her legs,’ it growled. ‘I want to get to every part of this whore.’
There were a few moments while the monsters were busy and all Artemis had to do was to hang head down and experience the pain of their abuse. That and think about what else they were going to do to her.
One of the demons came back holding a black metal bar. Reaching up it slipped it into the chains around her ankles, the other adjusting the manacles so that instead of holding her feet bound together each were now shackled to the bar separately. Exhausted from the battle, days of imprisonment and the torture so far, Artemis did not even have strength enough to resist when they freed her feet to reposition them.
While one unholy brute was working with the fetters, the other held her bleeding legs, feeling the power in those long limbs of sculpeted athleticism. Then when his companion was finished with the locks and chains, the other helped pull her feet outwards along the bar. "Uuogh, aghhhh," Artemis groaned, while she struggled to keep her legs together. As their hands touched her wounded skin they sends waves of fire to her mind. Inch by inch they pulled her ankles along the bar, until finally her two gorgeous long legs were splayed along the metals length, feet almost four feet apart. Then it was a matter of one holding her feet akimbo as the more chains and locks were wrapped around her thighs calves and ankles to keep her lower body spread.
Even with her body torn, battered and bloodied, Artemis fought hard. But she was too tired and they were too strong and determined. For all her efforts she was unable to resist the constantly pull of the beast and the eager power radiating from them. She felt more then ever like a peace of meat hung up in a slaughterhouse.
The cold air touched the now spread inner curves of her legs, and to the hungry fiends her smooth and perfect cunt lay like a flower with its petals beginning to unfold. As the chill teases that tender blossom, the effect was that the bud her clit nestled amid the pinkness stirred and stiffened while the beasts enjoyed a good long look at her softer parts.
‘Now we can really see you,’ the one with pliers growled, clicking the metal jaws together above her womanhood.
‘And smell you,’ laughed the other, bringing his snout own to sniff at her open sex, his snake tongue slipping out and lapping liked a cold slug at her pussy lips, tasting the blood there.
‘Bloody bastards,’ she gasped as she dangled into the air, helpless and vulnerable. Artemis felt the pliers inserted between the folds of her labia and then deeper, delving between the pliant flesh of her vagina. The jaws felt closed, and she tried not to hold herself tense against the pain that was sure to strike at any moment.
But it never came. Instead when the jaws were deep within her channel the creature changed its grip and began to pull the metal lever outwards, stretching it open inside her.
With her cunt spread wide beneath its gaze, the other fiend dipped its misshapen head, its mouth opening to let the serpentine tongue again come forth. As thick as two fingers, the impossibly long organ probed down until it brushed the lips of the captured woman’s entrance, then slithered inside.
Artemis barely suppressed a scream of horror as she felt the cold and slimy protrusion enter her most intimate space, questing ever deeper into her womanhood. Drool from the beast dripped onto her thighs and mons and seeped within her to help grease the way for the demons hideous invasion of her body. Six inches crept inside her, then seven, then eight! She could feel the monster lapping her cervix, sending its freakish pink tongue into her very womb. The snake-like girth rubbed against her clitoris, massaging it and making her sexual organs quiver with the bestial stimulus, adding to her humiliation. She groaned and moved her body in an attempt to shed some of the filthy energy building within her core.
The tongue rape seemed to go on for hours. All the proud warrior woman could do was hang there while the monster probed her, tasted her. The tongue was rough and she felt her vaginal walls being scratched and abraded as the long pink thing inside her moved in and out, pushing and pulsing and bruising her from within. Finally the unholy protrubence pulled back and out.
The creature licking her blood from the pliers grinned savagely. Then throwing the tongs away, it rammed its huge fist into her wide open crotch with unrestrained force.
The suspended beauty’s eyes bulged and she gasped in pain, feeling his powerful knuckles grinding down into her as her chained ankles cracked under the impact and bled afresh. Artemis’ head fell back, but then lifted to watch as the fist rose again while her pussy lay sore and aching.
‘Talk,’ growled the other demon, running the whip over her tits. The creature then began scratching her midriff with its claws...drawing lines of blood over her taut stomach, as she winced and shuddered, feeling her skin tearing again. She knew he could peel her like a piece of ripe fruit, and she would still remain alive and in pain. So much pain.
‘About what,’ she grated out, hoping she had kept the growing desperation from her voice. It wasn’t the pain that made her stomach knot in fear – it was knowing that it could go on and on and never end.
‘The ray,’ said the other, seizing her pony tail. With it he lifted her head so high up her body rose with it, breasts still angled down towards the floor slick with blood. ‘Tell us about the purple ray.’
***
Watching all, the two shadowed figures watching their screens moved with anticipation.
‘Now it gets interesting,’ said one. The other nodded.
***
‘Ahem,’ came a soft voice in the torture chamber.
The demons and Artemis both turned to see a tall, well dressed man with a brown goatee and moustache standing near the opening that had appeared noiselessly in one wall. Artemis had no idea who the newcomer was, but instantly recognized the raven tressed figure sprawled naked and chained on the floor behind him.
‘Diana!’
‘Pardon the interruption, gentleman,’ said the man, and turned to Artemis, ‘and allow me introduce myself. My name is Vandal Savage, dear girl. And yes, we would like very much for you to tell us all about the purple ray.’
Diana lifted her head, and Artemis stifled a gasp as she saw the suffering etched on those noble, lovely features. Despite her superpowers Artemis had never really though of Diana as tough, and it looked as though they had been torturing her for days. Her body was grimed and covered in small wounds. Artemis knew that the younger woman healed fast, and those signs of pain must be evidence of much more horrific damage. And there was worse, far worse than pain stamped the princess’ face.
Have
they raped her?
‘The purple ray is a healing device, nothing more,’ Diana said from the floor. Her hands and arms flexed behind her but shockingly she did not have the strength to burst the chains around her wrists or feet. What have they done to her? Artemis wondered.
‘For now, yes,’ the one called Savage agreed. His pleasant demeanour reeked of cruelty. He reminded Artemis of the White Magician, but you could tell at a glance this one was a thousand times more dangerous. ‘But we see far more potential in the science if it were to be put to other purposes. Say as…a weapon.’
‘Impossible,’ Dian spat from the floor.
‘So you say, Princess, but I’m inclined to believe that even if you thought it was a remote possibility, you might not feel inclined to tell us. Is that not so?’
Diana’s eyes glared up at him but she remained silent.
‘Exactly,’ Savage smiled. ‘Which is why we are entertaining you’re fellow Amazons and your fellow heroines and why we are here now. To persuade you to reveal any information you do have. Or to persuade them – either would be fine.’
‘There is no information,’ Artemis croaked from her bondage before Diana could speak. Her lovely body swayed a little as she turned her head to look at Savage. ‘You and these other halfwits have come on a fool’s errand.’
‘Well, I suppose I expected that answer,’ Savage sighed. ‘It might even be true.’ He smiled again, and Artemis felt a cold fist round her heart. She had met the lords of hell, and this yet this apparently unremarkable man could make her feel fear at a glance. ‘We will just have to find out.’
Stooping down, Savage grabbed Diana by the hair and dragged her back through the opening. She winced and struggled, but could not free herself as she was manhandles back behind the wall, her great powers either nullified or, more shockingly, insufficient to free her. As the wall began to reseal itself Artemis saw her blue eyes full of compassion and horror, but strength too. The red head knew that Diana would trade places with her in a heartbeat, but she would never help these monsters, no matter what they did to her.
Good girl, Princess Artemis thought, and she smiled with bloodied lips. Then the wall closed with a muffled thud.
***
‘Stop this,’ Diana snarled from the other side of the wall. ‘She is telling you the truth! The purple ray cannot be used for a weapon! You’re wasting your time torturing these women for nothing!’
Savage looked down at her. ‘Even is you were telling the truth about the ray, my dear Diana,’ he said with a smile of pure evil, ‘I would not call our time and effort here entirely wasted.’
Diana snarled like a beast and heaved against her chains, fighting to rise. She could shatter these steel manacles like cheap plastic. She could fly, free herself, pin Savage to that wall in the blink of an eye or ram his head right through it. She had the power, not matter what the tiara pinned to her skull was telling her. She was Wonder Woman and she could do it!
Nothing.
From behind the wall the two heard the demons growling to one another, and then a cry of female suffering.
‘Let me know if you think of anything useful to say,’ Savage said with a smirk.
***
Back in the torture chamber, Artemis felt the barbs of the whip prick the soft flesh of her breasts, but she kept her eyes closed and her mouth shut tight.
To the demon raking her body her smooth skin felt like butter under its long claws, soft and pliable. The other beasts’ companion took his whip in both hands and pulled it tight down over the swell of her tits, so that the long strand dug into the boobs like barbed wire. Then her looped the cord about her tortured mammaries and drew the cruel circle tight.
Before long the twin globes had turned purple and blood spilt from where the sharp points were gouging deep into the flesh. Her cries of pain, something she could no longer withhold, sent surges of demonic pleasure through the creatures’ bodies. Together they could feel the twitch of her abdominal muscles as she was torn, her lithe body twisting erotically before them and between them.
Artemis could feel the terrible strain on her spread thighs her every movement caused, but she could not stop it. Her head swung from side to side as her fiery hair fell across her face and about her shoulders. Gurgling sounds of feminine suffering were dragged from her. Her breasts felt like they were leaden spheres threatening to tear loose from her chest, the constriction making them bloated and swollen. Talons cut deep into the sheath of muscle over her intestines, the terrible wounds healing just fast enough to prevent her guts from spilling out over the floor as she hung head down.
Using the index finger of its three-fingered claw not holding the pliers, the first creature drew a straight line up from her belly-button towards her cunt, carving a line of blood on the sweat soaked flesh and making her groan loudly. The other drew the whip back and forth, cutting her tits around the base so that tiny liquid rubies went spattering across the floor as the claw sliced upwards, tearing the outer layer of her skin open as it went.
In desperation she pulled her stomach taught, trying to escape that razor sharp nail while she continued to sob without pause at the terrible mauling of her breasts. The sadistic once-man used its other hand to once more peel back the folds of her cunt, exposing her tender, tender clit to its vile attention. The pink bud was still erect from the abominable ministration of the demon tongue, and the owner of that foul coil watched entranced. Letting go of the whip, it grabbed her bleeding tits in its own claws.
‘Now you sing for us, you bitch!!` The talons were digging into ballooning breast flesh to make her sob, so deep she could feel the hard points poised to pierce the skin on the other side of each mammary.
She was in a nightmare; she could do nothing to escape or resist as the whip both hurt and healed her , so that she was doomed to the pleasure of the demons. The strain on her legs was made worse by the fact that her weight was pulling down on the ropes about her ankles, and the cold air touching her inner legs and groin gave the demons another spectacular view of her womanhood.
She felt one of the monsters again using its snakelike tongue to lap coldly at her sex lips. The tall woman shivered, sick with the feeling that was growing up in her. She hated the demons and she hated her self as her body began to betraying her. Hung by her feet Artemis was remembering her time in hell - not just the terrible pain but also the equally terrible pleasures.
The transformed mercenaries pawed at her upside down body, the one with the pliers reaching up towards her female centre while putting his hand under her head to lift it up so she could see what he was doing. His huge arms lifted her weight easily as his horned visage sat level with her ankles, grinning down at her.
Artemis tried desperately to convince herself that this was some kind of hallucination, a trick, but the tongue of the demon and his sharp claws telling her the opposite. ‘Look at yourself , see what’s going on with you,’ he chortled at her . Her breathing was full and deep as she stared up at the metal teeth inches form her tender cleft. She twisted her head violently but the demon yanked it back into position, making her view what would happen next. On the other side of her, the massive bodied fiend loosened the barbed thong around her breasts so it could move the whip against the split in her flesh that marked her womanliness. It waited for her to fully appreciate the terror, then began sawing the barbs slowly back and forth as he worked it deep into her.
‘AAAAAHHHHHHHH!’
At once blood spilled from her and ran down her belly towards her tits as they hung full and round towards her chin.
The cunt bastard is sawing me in half!
She heard herself screaming like an animal through clenched her teeth. He kept the barbs moving, her flesh healing only to be ripped again with the next stroke, pieces of soft pink meat clinging to the bloodies cord. The demon was laughing about her helpless anger, proceeding to work the barbs deeper in her flesh, cutting her lips and the walls of her sexuality. The warrior could feel the sharp points catching on her softness and tearing it as he moved his hands. With infinite cruelty the other putting the pliers around the lips of her sex at the centre of her opening, pressing them together with the barbed cord still inside her and clamping them painfully hard, sealing her shut.
Artemis struggled heroically to free her hands as she yelped and cried out but there was nothing, nothing, she could do to stop her pain. She felt her stomach cramping from the tension of staring upwards in sick agony. Her back ached terribly as the muscles bunched in painful knots. With her muscles was hard as steel and hurting terribly from their flexed rigidity, the suffering went on to an even higher level.
The soft cunt meat squeezed around the whip, and the beast pulled it back and forth, slowly methodically using the points insider to rip the pink softness. It was the pure agony. She couldn´t relax the tension of her body because the pain ruled over her. Blood ran down in rivers from the crack of her sex.
‘NNNNN...NNNNNNAAAAARRRRR!!’
Rip, tear, rip, tear.
‘FUCK...AAAIIIEEEEEEEE...HUH…HUH…HUUUAAAAAARRR!!!’
The warrior woman thrashed in her suspension as she felt the barbs punctured her sweet flesh from the inside, her spasmodic movement helping tear her sex to shreds. She could feel her pussy filling with blood and then running down over her, hot and thick, staining her breasts and running down around her neck and over her chin as she gave voice to her anguish in long, passionate screams. The creature holding her head twisted it towards his massive cock, ten inches long as so wide her grasp would barely have passed half way around it. "Suck me, and we’ll take a break for a while," he growled.
Artemis dragged air into her lungs. 'SUCK – YOURSELF…AAAAAAAAA!!!!’
***
'SUCK – YOURSELF…AAAAAAAAA!!!!’
On the other side of the wall, Diana heard Artemis’ defiant words end in a scream of pain.
They were going to rape her friend while she listened, just as they had Donna. But this was no pre-recorded atrocity she could do nothing to prevent. This was happening here, now!
The stone floor was cold under her bare skin. She shuddered, black hair askew. There was nothing she could do to stop this, except give in to Savages demands.
She hoped someday Artemis would forgive her.
***
The monster with the cord pulled it harder against her pelvis, sawing the top and bottom of her pussy deeper.
‘GGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!’
‘Why, when we have you in such a position,’ he laughed. ‘Take it bitch,’ he snarled, jabbing his erect member towards her, ‘or I swear you’ll feel what its like to be sawn in half from the cunt on down!’
Artemis moaned in the depths of suffering, shaking her head violently as she bit her lips so hard they bled - she could not think, only react! She felt she would do anything and everything to end this horror. But deep in her mind she was still the proud warrior, full of disgust for the demons cock. Even more so at the idea of surrender.
Silently she prayed Diana felt the same.
‘I think she needs more persuasion,’ the one holding her red hair laughed. The first monstrosity considered, while his friend gave a few more tugs of the whip that made the prisoner sob in pain. Finally he spoke. ‘Let’s see if she bends as well as she stretches,’ he suggested evilly.
‘Waaaaaaaah, UUUUUUUUUngh,’ she screamed in hate and suffering, as moments later the Amazon could feel the whip coiled round her forearms where they were tied behind her back.
‘Now, you might want to loosen up a bit.’ the one still holding the pliers suggested.
His friend had looped the other end of the whip around the spreader bar holding her legs splayed out, knees retied with their backs flat to the metal and her lower leg bent over the bar like the hook of a clothesline. More ropes had been used to cast loops around her bleeding ankles and tie them to the tops of her legs, the cords cutting deep into her muscular thighs and passing under the hard curve of her buttocks. With terrible strength the monster began to haul back her arms, so that she felt the barbs cutting deep into her Amazon muscle as the increasing tension made her arch her back further and further.
‘Mmmmmmph, aaaahh!’
It took only a few seconds to feel the pressure on her lower spine building to pain, the crushing cramp travelling up the dorsal muscles towards her lateral muscles and then on to her shoulders. Artemis took deep gulping breaths as the stretching of her abdomen started to crush her diaphragm. Her green eyes filled with loathing , while her body was filling up with pain so powerful that she was near to shrieking. Still they kept pulling her up, inch by straining inch, until her shoulders were level with her hips, then higher still.
‘AAAAAAAAARRR!’
Silvery sweat poured off her contorted form, and her guts felt like they might burst through her abdominals and over the floor. She could feel every muscle as was ripped off slowly from the bone, and the damage her from inside as her organs were dragged, stretched, and squeezed.
At last the pressure stopped growing, though the warrior woman was in such aguish she barely realised it.
The demon cast the free length of the whip around the bar and drew it taught, giving the hanging woman no slack. He made it fast with her wrists just under the horizontal bar, fingers clawing at the air as the barbs tore at the flesh of her forearms. Her shoulder blades were squeezed together by the position, while beneath her her ribs looked ready to burst out through her skin beneath her rearing breasts.
***
In the next room, Diana listened to the anguished screams and sounds of hellish pleasure. She turned away from the wall, her face pressed to the floor damp with her weeping.
Savage was also listening, but his eyes were fixed only on the woman tied at his feet. ‘I’m going to leave you now, Diana. You can lie there and hear to what happens to your friend. Maybe you’ll find something to tell me while you’re listening. Artemis seems a strong young woman – you should have plenty of time to think about it. Those two look like they’ll soon get around to raping her, and she looks the sort who could last a while.’
Diana lifted her blue, tear filled eyes to the villain, her own magnificent nakedness still trembling with fatigue from her ordeal. Another scream echoed in the stone chamber and Diana winced, her red lips set. ‘You will never break her, Savage. And there is nothing either of us can tell you.’
Savage turned and walked to the doorway, pausing on the threshold as more laughs and shrieks came from behind the far wall. ‘We’ll see if you still feel that way when more of your lovely companions are being tortured to death for your stubbornness,’ he said. Then he was gone, and the door closed to leave Diana in the dark with nothing to listen to but the endless, high-pitched screams.
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